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To Cheat or Not to Cheat?

By: hansbwl



This story is inspired by the story "Karen Ch 1 - 6" by Blue88 and was edited by angel love. 

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Jenny and Mark had been married for about twenty years. Their son and daughter had left for college, which now left them time to enjoy each other. 

But lately Mark had gotten a strange feeling something was not as it should be. Jenny in the last few days seemed a bit restless, and looked away when he talked to her. It had started the day he had seen her having lunch with a handsome man. They had not behaved like they were intimate, but she had not admitted to having this lunch. She said he must have mistaken her for another woman. He knew he had not, so why did she not tell the truth? If she had lunch with a customer, or a colleague she could just say so. Why the secrecy? 

So one day after dinner, Jenny having cleared the table, Mark made the coffee. While sitting in the lounge making small talk, Mark asked what was on her mind. 

"You have been so detached lately, Jenny. What is going on?" 

She looked down and after being silent for some time she started talking. "Before I met you, I had a crush on a boy named John. We were in college together, but not in the same classes. We did not have the same friends. I met him briefly only a few times, and to be frank, I did not particularly like him. But I was in an unexplainable way attracted to him. Twice, I was about to go all the way with him, but we were interrupted by somebody, so we never made love. Both times I had a strange feeling that I had missed something, and I did not like the feeling. After college we went our separate ways, and about a year later I met you. I fell in love, and forgot all about John. That is, until a few days ago. John started to work for our company, and I met him in the lunch room Monday two weeks ago. This is very difficult for me to admit Mark, but meeting him upset me deeply. I was drawn towards him in a way I could not understand. As I said, I don't like him as a person, but there is something about him that is difficult to resist."

She made a pause, as there was a need to collect her thoughts, and then continued, "The last few days I have been desperate. I try to keep away from him, but I find it very hard to do just that. I have been thinking about this situation for some days now, and that is why I have been so detached and probably very difficult to live with during the last week. I have very mixed feelings, I love you - but I crave John, I am in deep emotional trouble as it is. But Mark, I need to get this out of my system. I'm going to have a brief affair with John. I'm sure that after a few weeks, or at most a couple of months, I can get over this insane lust I have for him and get back to my normal life. Mark, please understand that this has nothing to do with my love for you. It's strictly physical, like an itch that demands scratching."

Jenny was now extremely agitated. She was trembling and flushed and looked at Mark with her heart in her throat, awaiting his response. I was sitting quite still, not really believing what I heard. There was a tension in the air, almost electrical, me near the point of explosion. I was very mad indeed. Jenny was in between a state of hope of me understanding and most likely a scary feeling that I might not.

The thoughts raced through my head, and being a guy with a rather long fuse, I calmly counted to ten in my head. Had she misunderstood my kindness and mild behavior in such a way that I would accept the role as a cuckold? Did she have such little respect for me? I just saw images of my beloved Jenny lying on a bed while this John was plunging his cock deep in her, and she enjoying the fucking asking for more and harder. I hated the imaginary image and had great difficulties being calm about it.

"Please Mark, say something", she said.

"Jenny, please understand that you just fired a bomb, don't expect me to be able to come up with a sensible answer right away to such a statement. If I heard you right, you just said that you intended to have an affair with another man. You did not ask my permission, you just said you intended to have this affair with John. There are two possible responses to this, either I say no way I will accept this, or I say OK and turn my blind eye to the fact that you date and have a sexual relationship with another man for a number of weeks. How can you think this is good for our marriage?"

"As I said Mark, I just need to get this itch to go away so I can give all my undivided attention towards you, without anything to go in between; don't you see that?"

"No Jenny, not right away at any rate. I love you very much, and I had hoped we could be old together with a lot of good and pleasant memories. So instead of saying anything in haste that might be regretted later, I propose we go to bed and sleep on this. I will certainly have a problem having a peaceful night, so I will sleep in the guest room and ponder upon your statement. I will give you my response tomorrow evening after dinner, so we don't speak about it until then. But Jenny, you keep distance to John tomorrow at work. If he approaches you, find an excuse for not meeting or talking to him tomorrow. Let it be clear that you are too busy and that you only have time for him the next day. This is not - I repeat not - a request, but an order. Is that understood Jenny?"

She nodded her head in agreement to my proposal and order, and with a hug and a kiss we went to bed, Jenny in the master bedroom, and me in the guest room.

Jenny just lay there thinking for a spell. 'I was extremely nervous when I said I intended to have this affair. He had to understand that there would be a wedge between us if I did not get rid of this itch. But I saw in his eyes that he got both hurt and angry. Did I do the right thing? I cannot go behind his back, which would certainly break us apart if he then found out. I did not tell him the truth about the lunch I had with John, and I think he now understands that. Her thoughts were in turmoil as she in one moment hoped he would come back tomorrow and say OK, and in the next got an uneasy feeling he would forbid her to have anything to do with John. What should she do then? Comply or defy him?' At last she fell asleep - a restless sleep.

Mark unable to sleep at first thought, 'I was wide awake. Jenny's statement was shocking, and I had to find a way out that both could live with without regret. If I said ok – go ahead, I would be a cuckold both in my own and in others eyes. That was not acceptable. Just the mere thought of it made me upset. If I said no way to her, she could comply and stay away from John. Or she could go ahead with her announced affair, and the marriage would then certainly be over. The possibility of loosing Jenny frightened me. We had invested so much in each other, and I did not want to let go of her – but I would not accept the role of a cuckold. If she did comply with my wishes, we would still have our marriage, but her unfulfilled itch would lie there for a long time, maybe forever and cast a shadow over our relationship. It was a hopeless no win situation. Should I suggest a long holiday to rekindle our love for each other, and hope she would get over this itch? What in hell should I do??'

I was awake for hours thinking up all kinds of strategies, which when analyzed and turned over had flaws. Then suddenly I had it. This was the route to take. I turned around on my other side and decided I would sleep on it. I'd go through the idea at the office in the light of day. I might not get much work done, but I would get my secretary to reschedule tomorrow's program. At last I fell blissfully asleep.

We did our morning ritual as usual. Both had shadows under our eyes, but Jenny being a woman had the benefit of her cosmetics and could cover hers. Not many words were said, and we went off to work with "have a good day" and a kiss.

As predicted, my work that day was seriously ineffective, but I think nobody noticed except for Pat. She did reschedule my day so I got a lot of spare time for my thinking, and I ordered her to not put through calls unless she thought them very important. 

I came home at my normal time. It looked like Jenny had amputated her day, because she was in the kitchen preparing a dinner more elaborate than on normal weekdays. It was probably her way of showing that she cared about me. The meal was well prepared and great. We ate with less chatting than usual, and it was quite obvious she was nervous. We took our coffee in the living room, and after we had settled down I cleared my throat, looking at Jenny.

"I presume you would like to hear my response to your statement last evening?"

She nodded, and I continued. "I have given it a lot of thought, and to be quite honest this has been my most difficult decision ever. I have looked upon your request – or rather announcement is a better way of describing it - and come to the conclusion that I am prepared to give my consent to your affair with John." 

She gave me a broad smile and rose up to give me a hug. I lifted my flat hand towards her as a sign for her to wait and said "but not unconditionally. I understand that you can have a wish to be with another man and I am prepared to give in to your wish. However, you should also know that during our marriage I have met a number of women that have given me quite obvious signals that I could have them in an intimate way. I have never fallen for the temptation, because I hold our marriage sacred. But I have wondered what it would be like. Would it be a different experience, better or worse? So here is the deal. You go ahead with your venture with John. You do not tell me anything. You do not bring him to our home and you will be discreet. In this period I will sleep in the guest room, and you will occupy the master bedroom, and we will not sleep together or make love. In those weeks, or outmost as you say two months, I will stay away from all other women and be the faithful husband. When your itch is over you will request me to move back to the master bedroom. That will be your signal to me that the affair with John is over once and for all. Are you with me this far Jenny?" 

She nodded, and I continued. "I move back to the master bedroom, but you will then occupy the guest room for twice the number of nights I have spent there. You will stay faithful to me, meeting no man outside our normal social activity. I on the other hand will be free to meet any woman or women as I choose for the duration of your stay in the guest room. I will not be requested to tell you what I do, and whom I meet. I will as you, not bring any partner to our house." 

When I gave my condition, I could see her face change from happiness, to question, to sadness and I could even spot a little tear.

"Jenny, before you say anything, I will give you, as you gave me, a 24 hour thinking period before you accept or decline. But when you give me your answer tomorrow, please make sure you know what you are doing."

Jenny sat thinking. 'When Mark said OK I was filled with deep love for him, I just knew that he was the man to understand it would be good for us both. Then when he continued giving his conditions, it took me by surprise. It had not occurred to me it would have to work both ways. It dawned on me I had been utterly selfish, and I nearly started to cry when I saw in my mind the image of my lovely husband in the arms of a beautiful woman. As I heard him talking, like it was far - far away - I thought about him and me and all our lovely moments together. What have I done, what do I do to undo this situation? I was lost, and desperate. The very few minutes he used to explain his conditions felt like hours. Our life together passed revue, and I did not think about John for a fraction of a second. He was completely gone from my mind, as dew in sunshine.

Jenny looked at Mark and said, "I don't need 24 hours to think through this, I have already made up my mind, and I accept your proposal Mark".

Mark looked at Jenny in disbelief. He had never expected her to agree to his conditions, and her quick response was a great shock to him. He had no interest in dating other women, but he had thought that the idea of him doing so would make her realize that an affair with John would be a bad idea. He was obviously wrong. John meant more to her than he had imagined. In a bluer note he heard her continue talking, but he was like in a ball of cotton.

"Mark, Mark do you listen?" he heard. 

"Yes Jenny, I heard you accept my proposal". 

"Yes Mark, but I said more, I asked you to move back to the master bedroom tonight. I will move my things into the guest room immediately. I don't want to spend more than two nights there. Mark, I love you, I have been selfish and I deserve to stay there the next two nights. I will not ask what you intend doing the next 48 hours, but whatever you do I deserve the pain, just what I inflicted on you. Please Mark, move back to the master bedroom."

I looked up at her and smiled, "Yes I hear you, and if this is your wish I'll move back tonight. I was just preoccupied thinking about all the pretty women I could chase in a few weeks time. But you are giving me only one day and a night, which of course will limit my choices. That's OK Jenny, but I can already tell you, I will be late tomorrow and not home for dinner." 

I was relieved, and quenched my immediate wish for her to remain in the master bedroom, and not use the day given me. But I was cruel enough to wish to inflict the pain on her, she had given me.

Epilogue.

One year and two days later I came up from the basement with a bottle of Dom Perignon 1993. I had saved it for a suitable occasion. Jenny asked me what the occasion was, and I told her that it was one year since she moved back to our master bedroom. She kissed me lovingly, and commented that my way of solving her problem was just proving I was a good judge of character, and I was a smart guy in addition being mild and gentle. 

I opened the bottle and pouring two glasses said, "Jenny, one year ago I came home, smelling of Channel No. 5, a perfume you don't like. You found a lipstick smear on my collar which was not your color, correct?" 

"Yes I did, but I never mentioned it, because we had an agreement. I will not try to convince you I did not care, or that I liked it. I hated it. But I deserved it and I loved you then, and I love you now. I was a fool."

"I love you too Jenny, and even if I am not supposed to tell you about that evening, I am going to whether you like it or not. You remember one of my good customers Phillip Carter, who comes to visit us every year. He is in town now, and I have invited him to dinner tomorrow. Like last year he has brought his wife Sharon, so I would like you to join us. Last year he told me he brought his wife the same day as you launched your bomb, so the question of you joining us just disappeared somehow. I went out without you, and we had a very pleasant evening. Before going home I asked Sharon if she could give me a dash of her perfume, freshen up her lipstick and give me a kiss on the neck. She obliged and both Sharon and Phillip wondered what it was all about. I told them it was a bet, - not the truth."

I could see Jenny's mind worked overtime, and before she could say anything I quickly continued, "I really wanted you to believe that I had a fling with another woman, and inflict pain. I knew that you had had one intimate encounter with John, and I was hurt. But now I don't care anymore. I am sorry that I hurt you, it was not necessary, so please forgive me. We are both humans, and those who never make mistakes are either without capacity to feel or not very creditable saints. I want a woman filled with love and feeling, I don't want a saint - but please don't do a thing like this again."

Jenny's eyes filled with loving tears, she grabbed Mark's hand and without words pulled him towards the bedroom. She slowly peeled her clothes off, and started to unbutton Mark's shirt. Lowering his trouser with the boxers, she went down on her knees and fondled his cock, now hard and pointing upwards. Her tongue licked the underside towards the tip, and the cock head disappeared into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Her hand cupped his scrotum, and her fingertips prodded around his anus. The intense feeling of being made love to and the stimulation brought him close to an early orgasm. He took hold of her shoulders, pulled her up to face him and they molded together in a long passionate kiss and embrace. Their love was deep and genuine. No words were spoken, both knowing they really would be old together.

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PS:

What was John's fate? Although not very important to the story; he ended up fooling around once too often with a colleague, his wife Susan divorced him, and he lost his job. As Susan was the big money earner, in addition to loosing his job, he also lost his social standing. He had to move, and is probably now chasing tarts in a small town somewhere.

The end.

To Cheat or Not to Cheat



To cheat or not to cheat on my wife, that is the question I need to face right now. I have been living in hell for the past six and a half years. Then I met two women from my past who have made me question if my vows are worth the agony I am suffering now. We have been married for twenty years now, and our 19 year old daughter, Melody, married her high school sweetheart, Sam Marlowe, last year. Their courtship was much like ours way back when. I hope and pray that their life doesn't end up like ours.

Let me go back to the beginning and then I can describe my dilemma of where do I go from here. My name is Bob Stone, I'm now 40 years old and I graduated from high school at 16, but turned 17 before starting college. When I was a sophomore in college, I garnered an internship with a local architectural firm doing design work and drafting on CAD. AutoCAD was in its infancy then and I was given the job of learning the system and then teaching the other architects once I was proficient at the system. My first house plan, of a three bedroom home, took me three months to do, learning all the ins and outs of the CAD system. My second plan took a month and my third one was done in two weeks. After that it was Katie bar the door. I continued my studies for an architectural degree and finished in just over three years. I went to school full time and worked too. 

While in high school, I met Cathy Wood, my future wife. She was a senior same as I was and at the time I was 16 she was 17. I asked her to the St Patty's Day dance and she accepted. I was floored when she said yes. Then I was a geeky kid of 5'-10" and weighed about 115 lbs. Cathy was 5'-6' and about 110 lbs with a nice 37-24-32 frame. She had auburn hair that came to about four inches below her shoulders and the most beautiful hazel eyes that flashed either green or blue depending upon her mood. We dated the rest of the school year and even beyond into college. I didn't see her much while we were going to college, even though we did go to the same local college. However we dated when we could get together if our schedules coincided. We were two months short of graduating when we got a scare of her being pregnant. She was on birth control, but she missed two periods and so we were scared until she went to the doctor and he told her it would sometimes happen like that. 

Anyway that scare gave us the incentive to marry after graduation. I started working full time at the architectural firm that I had been interning at. Five years later I tested and became a PE. After ten more years I was the lead architect of the firm, Perry and Associates, as all the other architects either retired or went off and opened offices of their own. Steve Perry, who started the company, had three sons and a daughter, Gerald the oldest stayed with the company until he retired and sold the company to me. I now had three new hotshot architects who were working under me and I just ran the business and did some design work now and then. 

Cathy and I had a daughter during our marriage, Melody Alice Stone. She was born less than a year after we married. She was the apple of my eye and we both showered her with love. My marriage was great for the next fourteen years, we had an active and varied sex life, we loved each other madly and I tried to give Cathy and Mel everything they would ask for if we could afford it. 

We found out after Melody was born that we could not have any more children. Cathy miscarried twice after Mel was born. It all stemmed back to when she had those problems with the missed periods. Something in her uterus was wrong or twisted or something, I never actually got a straight answer from the doctor about that. So we went on with life after I got snipped. Life was good until suddenly just before Cathy's thirty-fifth birthday she started complaining about not feeling well or tired or something whenever I wanted sex. From that day forward, sex stopped dead; nothing, no playing around, no mutual masturbation, nothing. 

Well I really loved Cathy and so I settled for Rosie and her five sisters. I figured it would only be a temporary problem. We made an appointment with her OB/GYN doctor and we tried to see if there was a problem causing it, because the last three times we had made love she complained it hurt her during intercourse. We tried several doctors, even a couple of psychiatrists to see if there was a problem in her mind to make her think there was a medical problem. After a year I gave up hope of ever having a sexual relationship with my wife again. 

During that year things changed at home. Drastic changes happened after we exhausted our pleas for answers. Cathy quit work, she really didn't need to work by now as I was quite successful and made good money building custom homes and working with several developers for starter homes and mid range homes too. I was bringing in about 165k a year and things were good on that front. Mel didn't know about the problems with Cathy and I about sex, but she did notice when Cathy quit her job and just stayed home. She would go to bed about nine or ten in the evening and then sleep the clock around. She would get up, eat a meal and then read a book and/or watch TV. She ate all the time and she gained almost ninety pounds over the next few years and she just looked like hell. Her shiny hair now looked terrible, yeah it was clean about every three days, but her hair had no luster anymore. Then she cut it short and started wearing house dresses like a muumuu or a robe all day. She didn't even cook anymore. I did the cooking for suppers and Mel had to make her own breakfast, if she wanted to eat. I tried talking to Cathy, but I got nowhere, she just wouldn't talk to me or she would say, "Everything is fine, now leave me alone."

To make a long sad story short, after four more years of this hell, I found an outlet for my frustrations. Mel had graduated high school and was going to college, and there was nothing at home for me, so I worked late quite a bit. It's not like I was welcomed at home, I would come in from work and say hi to my wife and she would grunt an answer, or she might say hi, but her nose was in a book or she was intent on watching something on the TV. I would fix us a microwave dinner and then I would go running to stay in shape. I hated those meals, but they were quick and easy and anything to get me out of that miserable environment was fine by me. Running became my sexual outlet for now except for occasional frantic masturbation sessions in the shower. 

Rachel Fairfield was a girl who lived next door to me, when I was growing up. We saw each other at the grocery store one night and we talked and tried to catch up. It was the first time I had seen her since I graduated high school. She was divorced now and she was lonely. She had a sad story to tell and wanted to know if we could talk over coffee sometime. I told her that I would meet her at the local diner up the road from the grocery store the next night. 

The Old Rail Car Diner was actually three cars that used to be box cars that someone had brought in and then made a u-shaped diner out of. The open end of the u was enclosed and was the kitchen and the dining area was inside the box cars. They cut windows and insulated the cars to make a really fine diner. The food was good and the coffee and pie were great. They had old railroad signs and advertising on the walls and lanterns and signal flags and all that stuff to make it homey and stylish. 

Rachel Warring, nee Fairfield, was a year behind me in school, but a great tomboy. Tommy Southern, Bill Algren, Rachel and I were the terrors of the neighborhood when we were about ten to fourteen. When I was twelve I changed from being the carefree guy I was, to someone who knew that schooling was going to be very important to me. I went from fifth to seventh grade and then skipped eighth as well. But I still palled around with the neighbor kids until I gained high school, then I was the nerdy kid who left the rest behind and did nothing but study. 

I met Rachel Thursday night after my run and we sat and talked old times and really had a great evening together. It was like I really missed the companionship that I lost when Cathy changed into a hermit. We closed the place at 9:00pm and Rachel suggested that we meet at my place or hers as the chairs would have to be more comfortable than the ones we had been sitting on all night. I explained some about my home life and she suggested her home instead as she lived only three blocks away. I said if she didn't mind a sweaty visitor I could stop by after my nightly run. 

"But Bob, I normally run in the mornings about six, maybe you can run with me and we can talk as we go along. How does that sound?" 

"Rache, that sounds terrific. What's your address and I will meet you there at six." 

She wrote her address down for me and I recognized the number as the house on the corner two streets over from ours, it had the gates at the drive and a large front lawn. The house was a two-story clapboard house with two columns in front that hold up the balcony above the front door. The house was huge probably over 4,000 square feet. 

I thought nothing of the invitation as it was just running and catching up, nothing overt in that that I should look out for.

We started a routine of running in the morning and then we stopped at her place for a quick coffee. Before a month was up we were meeting in the evenings too for the company, more than anything else. By then Rache had wormed out of me my whole home life environment and my lack of a sex life. I did say that I took my vows very seriously, however she did make an offer I had a hard time denying. 

"Bob, since our illustrious ex-president could deny oral sex as a sex act. Would you help me keep practicing my oral skills... and if you were so inclined you could practice your skills as well. You wouldn't have to reciprocate, but it would be nice. It would also allow me not to go down a path too many divorcees go, by hanging out in bars trying to relieve their youth. Please think about this offer before you say no." 

By the time two more months had passed, I acquiesced and a weekly oral activity took place at Rachel's home. This seemed to solve my problem with my disgruntled home life and it saved Rache from combing the bars for guys to take out into the parking lot or a nearby motel and get her ashes hauled. It also let me be a little more tolerant of Cathy's moods and hermit like nature.

My tryst with Rachel went on for a while, maybe six months before I started feeling bad about cheating on my wife. But was it really cheating? To me it was more like mutual masturbation, even though our mouths were in use besides our hands. 

When I went to bed each night with Cathy snoring beside me, I argued with myself whether or not I was really cheating her out of anything. I was achieving something she was cheating me out of, sexual love. Did I love Rachel? No, I may have liked her a lot, but love... no. Did I still love Cathy? Yes of course, I did. I just didn't like her a whole lot right now, but that was different. She was sick, I didn't know if it was physical or mental, but she was definitely sick. I mean I had tried for just over a year to try to find out what was wrong with her, but to no avail. She wasn't incapacitated and therefore in need of constant care, she could care for herself. I mean look at her, she was huge, so I knew she could feed herself and take care of bodily functions by herself. I never found her to stink, so she had to bathe. But that is where all semblance of a Cathy being a wife ended. We didn't interact on any level; we were strangers in our own home. Cathy had her activities and her life and I had mine. 

I went to work, I exercised, I bought what was on the list of items needed that Cathy left on the counter or the refrigerator and I put up with the slovenly person who had been my wife. So, was I the bad guy who cheated or was she the one who cheated me out of a proper life of being married? It got to the point that I just stopped caring anymore. I went on with my life and I let her get on with hers.

I just stopped looking at her; I stopped talking to her except when she directly asked me questions, which was very rare. I pretty much ignored my wife, just like she ignored me. Life went on endlessly boring, except for my time with Rache. 

I was at the point I was going to file for divorce on the grounds of abandonment. I mean that is what Cathy had done to me, she had thrown me to the wayside and abandoned me, even though we lived in the same house and slept in the same bed. I was discussing it with Rachel when I came to the conclusion that I had to do something, even if it was as drastic as divorce. 

Rachel surprised me by asking me to hold off for three months. She said, "Bob, I know you want this now, but give it a little while longer and make sure this is what you really want. Once you start down that path, there's no coming back. Look at me and my situation. I sometimes think I should have stuck in there a little longer and given Ray a chance to discover that I was bored with him and our life together. I know I should have confronted him with my feelings, but I was hurt that he couldn't or wouldn't see what was happening to us. We were much like you and Cathy, except he was the one ignoring me. He was working too much, staying away too long, not taking any vacations, it became just too much, so I left. Once he realized I was gone it was too late to try to patch things up. Too much had been said that hurt both of us. That is one of the reasons I won't let you stay very long. I know if you stayed the night that sometime during the night, you or I would stop being friends trying to help each other out, and we would become lovers and that would ruin your marriage, such as it is." 

"But Rache, there is no marriage for me. We are just two people living in the same house. There is no love in either direction anymore, so why should I try to keep it going when it appears that Cathy has given up on me and our marriage?" 

"Okay, then do this, try to talk to her and let her know how you feel, tell her you are thinking about a divorce. Put the ball in her court for a change and see if she makes an effort, if nothing happens in a week, then leave, move in here or somewhere and then wait a month. If she doesn't change or want you back, then I say go ahead with the divorce." 

"Do you always argue with your lovers like this?" I asked laughingly.

"No Bob, I only argue with the cute, stubborn ones that I want for myself, to have forever." 

I went home that night and Cathy was still up reading. She was almost finished with the book she was reading. I waited until she finished and then stood in front of her and said my piece. "Cathy, I really need to talk to you about our marriage. Please pay close attention to what I have to say, okay?" 

I got a nod, so I continued, "Cathy, I'm not happy with the way things have gone on now for the last six years. You quit a job that I thought you really liked; you became a hermit in this house with your sleeping all the time and reading your books. You have gotten fat and sloppy about your appearance and generally ignored me and our daughter until she was forced to move out. I am giving you a week to recognize where we are in our relationship and if changes are not made soon, I am going to seek a divorce. I want some happiness back in my life, whether that is with you or with someone else; it is up to you now. Think this over and give me an answer within one week or I start proceedings. Do you understand what I have said?" 

"I understand perfectly, you are tired of me and you've found some new woman that you are doing. So go have your fling, you will eventually come back to me, because you love me. No man in his right mind would let his wife do what you have put up with for the last six years if he didn't love her. So if you need to go fuck somebody, go, but don't come crawling back to me and ask forgiveness because I won't tolerate a cheating husband. Good night, I'm going to bed." 

Cathy bumped me out of her way and went into the bedroom and I went into mine, well the spare room that I have been living in for the past month because Cathy's snoring was getting worse. I could no longer sleep in that bed with her. I couldn't lay there next to what my wife had become. I couldn't believe what I heard from out of her mouth. She felt like she was the injured party here. Unbelievable! 

I did or said nothing for a week, then I rented a box truck and I moved out. I moved into Rachel's house, I think it was actually the servant's quarters. It was at the back of the house and had its own entrance. I was there for almost three months when I received a phone call at work. 

"Perry and Associates, this is Bob, can I help you?" 

"Daddy, what is going on? Mom is frantic; she hasn't seen you or heard from you for over a week now, what happened? I thought you guys were kinda okay." 

"Mel, I moved into your old room over four months ago and I moved my stuff out three months ago. Your mother never even knew I left. I told her I had to leave to keep my sanity and she told me to go fuck my whore and then see if she would take me back. Honey, I have not had a woman, any woman, in over six years, least of all your mother. You noticed when she turned thirty-five she changed, well she has not done anything different since you left home. She is still like she was. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave her before I gave up and shot myself or her. With you away at school, I thought you would find out from her that I left. 

"Mel, I'm so sorry that you had to find out this way, I have tried so many times to call you, but I really didn't know what to say, or even how to bring the subject up. I still love the woman I married, but that woman in that house is not her. That woman is sponging off my generosity, but not for much longer. I'm going to talk to my lawyer today; in fact I need to get going if I'm going to make the appointment. I'll call you tonight for sure, Honey, remember, I love you, Mel." 

I hung up and let Suzie, my secretary know where I was headed and roughly how long I would be gone. I left our building and walked the two blocks to Denis Harding's office at Dean, Koenig, Sanders, and Harding. Paul Dean was my company lawyer, Sheldon Koenig did civil law, Doug Sanders did criminal law and Denis was for family law. I've know all four of them since grade school. I walked into Denis's office five minutes early and was asked to wait as he had a client already. I waited and soon Denis came out with a young lady in tears and had his secretary take her to the restroom to clean up. I was escorted into his office and Denis started out with, "Bob, so good to see you, but I suppose not under these circumstances. You said something about wanting a divorce, right?" 

"Right Denis, I have some questions first so we can figure out what grounds we are going to file under. Can I prove that my wife abandoned me six years ago, even though we still lived in the same house and until four months ago we slept in the same bed?" 

"Bob, what? Abandonment means that she left you alone and she left the area. Now how can she abandon you and still live in the same house. You have me very confused." 

So I related the whole thing from when she turned thirty-five until this latest development that I had found out from my daughter's call. I neglected to tell him where I lived now and what Rache and I had done over the last six months or so. 

Denis thought and then went to his bookcase along one whole wall and started thumbing through one book after another, stopping to read a section then going on. He finally sat back down and said, "Bob, that might be a tough sell, but if Cathy would admit that no sex took place for those years and we had before and after pictures of the house and her, then I think we just might get it to work. It would be much easier for un-reconcilable differences. That is something we can prove with no problems, but why the abandonment?" 




To Cheat or Not to Cheat



"Denis for just over six years I lived in that house that was not a home; she did her thing and left me to do mine. I tried for almost a year to find out what happened to suddenly switch her from a loving sexual being to a nothing in the space of a week. After seeing so many doctors that I couldn't count them anymore, I gave up and resigned myself to the fate I was dealt. But lately I have come to the conclusion that I don't want that life anymore, or whatever that was, because that was certainly not living, it was existing. I met a woman, who I like being with, she makes me happy and she wants me. We have not had intercourse, although I do live in her home, but in the servant's quarters at the back of the house. It is separate quarters while being a part of the house. I have my key and she has hers but they are not the same. We eat together and talk, but she goes to her bedroom and I go to mine. We share some of the expenses, like food and utilities, but that is all. I suppose I could find another place, but it's close to our house so if Cathy were to need me I could come right away, but she has never even noticed if I was there or not. This latest is a prime example, she frantically calls our daughter and says I haven't been home for a week, but I've been gone for over three months. I even moved into the spare room a month before that. So that is why I say abandonment." 

"Bob that is some problem, and I can see where you are going with that. I'm just saying that may not be enough grounds for a judge to act on it. Are you trying to send a message to Cathy? Is that why you are asking for the grounds you want?" 

"Yes, Denis that is a part of it, but the other part I think is frustration and feeling that I was abandoned by her alienation of me even though I was still there. So what's next?" 

"Bob, we need to discuss the split, do we go with fifty-fifty or is there some property or assets that you or she had before the marriage." 

"Denis, I would like a clean split up to six years ago, then nothing for her that was an increase in my assets. Prior to that, Cathy worked, contributed and everything, but since then it has been take, take, and take some more from me." 

"Bob that is some strange conditions, but let me see what I can work out and I'll get back with you in a couple of days at most. Then we can serve Cathy with papers as soon as you sign the agreement with the terms and we get the judge to accept the petition." 

"That sounds great Denis. Here is a check for my part in this." I gave Denis a check for $3,000.00 and left and walked back to work. Suzie had a message from my wife. She was a little surprised as in the five years she worked for me, I had never received a call from her. I said I would call her as soon as I could and went into my office and called Rachel. 

"Rache, I did it. I filed today. Would you believe Cathy only thought I had been gone about a week? I'll see you tonight, do I bring supper or are you going to cook?" 

"I think something special is the order of the day, it will be a surprise. See you later Bob." 

I checked on a couple of projects we were working on and then drove out to a site where we were building a lodge for the Masons. Then I drove over to the half million dollar home of some golf pro. We were getting ready for the interior only work now, so he should be ready to move in, in about a month. He had a lot of upgrades he wanted for this house, which would take some time to complete. After that it was time to go home, well what I called home now. I walked in the back door and stripped down and took a shower. Then put on some clean slacks and a polo shirt and sat down and called Cathy. 

"Cathy, why did you call me at work? You haven't called me at work since you quit working. What do you need?" 

"Bob why haven't you come home for over a week, are you out somewhere at a new site?" 

"No Cathy, I left our house over three months ago. I came in one day, while you were sleeping as usual and packed all my stuff and left." 

"It couldn't have been that long ago, you were here just last week, I remember you fixed that special mac and cheese thing I like. I know that was last week, right?" 

"No Cath, that was three months ago when I told you I was leaving and I would move out the next morning. Cathy you have been somewhere else for over six years and I got tired of it, so I left. I started divorce proceedings today; you should get served sometime later this week. I'm going to leave the house to you and half of the money I have invested, and half the money the business is worth, but that's it. Honey you need help and if you don't seek it out soon I don't know what is going to happen to you. Please call someone and seek help." 

"Bob, what are you saying, I only quit my job six months ago, how can you say it was six years? It's like April of 2005, right?" 

"No Cathy it is April of 2012. Melody is in college over in Louisiana. You called her today panicking because I wasn't home. Please talk to someone, you need help. Goodbye Cath." 

I heard crying and some swear words as I hung up the phone, but I had to steel myself to be strong. This was all for the better, right? God, I sure hope so. 

Rachel found me in my recliner sobbing uncontrollably. I prayed that I had done the right thing by Cathy. I hoped that she would seek help now. Rachel crawled into my lap and hugged me and cried with me. She tried to find out what was wrong and then soothe my fears and told me this was all for the best, especially for Cathy. I did manage to call Mel later that evening and explain to her what I had done. 

Well Cathy protested the divorce, she found a sympathetic ear from the judge and he gave her six months to change her life around. If she did not change then the divorce would be granted as final. I had to move out of Rachel's house and find my own place. I stored most of my big furniture at her house and I found a small apartment close to work. I then poured myself into my work. I even quit going over to Rachel's house for our masturbation or oral sessions. 

I was getting ready to go back to court when I received a phone call from Rachel. She had this friend that wanted to go out with me. She knew the divorce wasn't final, but she was only here for a little while and then was going back to the west coast. She did tell me that one thing I must not do and that was to remove the lady's mask. She had just had some plastic surgery done on her face due to some burns as a child. When Rache said that I thought I knew who she was talking about. That would have been Kelly Trufant. She had some hot grease spattered on her face when she was about ten. Her face was pretty bad for a lot of years. She had tried to use make-up but it couldn't hide everything. It seemed that recently she had found someone here that said they could fix her up like new again. I hadn't seen her since high school and she was two years behind me. I always treated her nicely as did Tommy and Bill. We were sympathetic to her problem and I think she had a schoolgirl crush on all three of us. 

I told Rache that I would go out with her after my divorce was final, but she insisted that she would be gone by then so it had to be this Saturday evening. I finally relented. I could always talk old times with her. 

Saturday came and I met Kelly at Rachel's house. She was about the same build as what my wife, Cathy, used to be. Her voice was kind of raspy. She said it was due to the surgeries. I took her to Red Lobster as she said she missed California seafood. I hoped this lived up to that hype. I did most of the talking, but she steered the conversation mostly by asking questions about Cathy and my life now. I said, "Well I should find out next week if Cathy got any help. We go back to court on Tuesday to see if she is better now. I think if she really tried to change back to who she was once before, I would maybe try again, but if not, then no way. I couldn't put up with another six months like the last six and half years had been." 

"Bob are you certain you would stick with her if she did change?" 

"Kelly, I really don't know, I would have to see her and talk to her again and see if the love I had for her is still there. There is still love in my heart for the girl I married, but I don't think I could ever love the woman she became. It was just too trying on me." 

"Rache, told me about you and Cathy soon after she met you again. She said that even though you both wanted to be together you would not cross a line. That shows the kind of love you had for her." 

"Yeah, maybe so, but I think I love Rachel now and if Cathy hasn't changed I will hope that Rache would let me into her heart. Even if Cathy has changed I will really have to search in my heart to see if I can find the strength to forgive her for all those long lonely years. It's hard to forget the loneliness when the person you have loved for so long is still there in the flesh, but their mind is somewhere else. Then too when she just gave up and let her body go, that hurt so much. I'm not saying I loved her any less because of that, but it certainly didn't help along with the blankness that came with it. 

"Kelly, I think that is enough about Cath, can we talk about you?" We finished the meal and I took her back to Rachel's house. She wanted a kiss goodnight, so I held her and started a chaste kiss in the millivolt scale. What came back to me was in the mega watt scale and could have powered half the town. I got a reaction I hadn't felt in quite some time. It reminded me of the kisses I got as a teenager back when Cathy and I first got together. I held her close and rubbed my erection against her mound and stomach and then excused myself and said I had to leave before I did something I said I would never do, cheat on my wife. 

Rache called me when I got home and asked how the date went. "Rache, that woman reminds me so much of the girl that I married that if she stays around here very long she is going to have to fight me off with a bull whip and chair. I couldn't believe that kiss at the door. I almost broke my wedding vows right there on your front porch. I hope she wants to stick around for a few days till after my court date. If she will, unless Cathy has changed dramatically, that woman and I have a date with destiny. Tell her that and see what she says." 

I could hear a muffled conversation and then Rache was back and said, "Bob, she says that she will be right here for you, she is going to change her flight back to Friday; so did you want to go out tomorrow night too?" 

"Well, tell her if I went out with her tomorrow night or actually any night before my divorce is final, then Cathy would have some ammunition to haul me up for adultery. So you just have her stay away from me until afterwards, okay? And Rache, once divorced, you and me are long overdue for a whole weekend of playing hide the sausage; that I can promise you." 

I showed up for the hearing bright and early Tuesday at 8:15am. Denis was there and another guy at the table across from us. Then several women came in. Rachel was among them and someone else too. It looked like four people came in then. Rache was one, one kind looked like Kelly and the third one was hidden by the other two. Rache came and sat behind me and the other three sat over behind the other lawyer. Just before the judge came in, the one I couldn't see too plain came up to the table with the lawyer. 

The judge came in and we all stood and then sat down. The judge called my name and my lawyer and I said, 'present'. Then Cathy's name was called and the woman at the table stood up and said "here." 'Here we go', I thought. The judge called up Cathy and she came up to the bench and removed her trench coat and I about fell off the chair. That was Kelly's dress that she wore when she went out with me. I whispered to Denis what I knew. 

"Objection Your Honor, but that woman is not Cathy Stone. We believe she is in reality Kelly Trufant." 

The woman turned around and I fainted. The body might have been who I was with on Saturday night, but the face was Cathy's. Once I came back to the living world, Cathy said, with a raspy voice, "Thank you for the compliment Bob, but I am the real Cathy Stone." Her voice went back to its normal timbre. "I went to a clinic that Rachel and Kelly knew about out on the coast and they found my problem was hormone imbalances. Once that was found I went on a special diet and exercised like a mad woman. I wanted my man back. We could have tried to break our wedding vows on Rachel's front porch you know, but having sex with your wife is still legal. Now do you still want the divorce?" 

"Yes but only long enough to compensate a very dear friend for all the trouble she went through for both of us. Do you think that is fair?" 

"I think I will give you a one weekend dispensation for said friend, but otherwise we are still married. Understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am, understood perfectly. Judge, I withdraw my petition, can we go home now?" 

"Bailiff, can you tell me where I lost control of this courtroom?" 

"Yes Sir your Honor, it was right after that pretty lady removed her coat." 

"I do believe you're right about that Bailiff." He banged his gavel and said, "I hereby declare this petition null and void, Court adjourned." 

Cathy and I ran to each other and the kiss fried my testicles and raised the dead to rub against my lovely wife. Dennis looked over at the other lawyer and said, "Sounds like lunch time to me, how about you Harry?" 

I never heard the reply because I had a second woman come from behind and hug us both. "I heard that I get a weekend of special dispensation, now when is that going to be?" 

Cathy said, "In about a month, because he is not going to be in any shape to help you out for a while. I have six years to make up for, and I'm going to make sure that he knows I still love him. Any man that would hold his vows above friends and possible lovers has got to be compensated. 

It was actually two months later when Rachel was allowed her weekend. But believe me she enjoyed it. Of course so did I. To cheat or not to cheat -- I found out the hard way; never make a decision until all votes are in. 

The End