29 comments/ 25776 views/ 2 favorites Kathleen's Big '4' '0' Saga By: c1992w Authors Note: Again many thanks for constructive criticisms of my three previous submissions - especially pointing out my errors in spelling, homonyms, person/tense inconsistencies and the ideas of how my stories might have been improved really helped. I hope you enjoy this new submission. Just one note on a convention I use. When a person talks to oneself I use ["..."] since italics doesn't work very well in text submissions. c1992w Kathleen Perry (Mrs. R. D. Perry) was naked on knees, her breasts flat on her Lover's hotel bed while her lover, Ralph Stimson, attempted to bring her to her third orgasm by fucking her ass. She was enjoying her legendary 'three-martini lunch hour,' while Ralph Stimson was just minding business. Military aircraft assembly plants are visited daily by Sales Engineers for parts vendor government subcontractors. For example, Mr. Stimson comes to this particular factory the first Wednesday of each new quarter to verify that the supply chain operation of his company in place was working smoothly and to solicit more business. Each visitor is led into a conference room where in house project engineers will be interviewed by the visitor. In Mr. Stimson's case, there were two primary and two back up engineers very familiar with the supply chain operation of his and his two competitors companies. The facilitator's job was to make sure that every visitor met the proper project engineers of interest to both so that theoretically no one wasted anyone else's time and to be knowledgeable of any issues that needed discussing with the supplier Reps. Kathleen Perry was the lead facilitator for this plant and it was rumored that no visitor ever wasted his/her time or the time of the project engineer in a meeting where even one of the participants was unprepared or unqualified to participate in the meeting. Mrs. R. D. Perry was in her mid thirties when she met and was immediately drawn to Ralph Simpson when she first introduced herself to him in the vendor waiting room five years ago. She spotted his seven inch long middle finger when they shook hands and extrapolated that his cock could be as much as a foot long. On his next quarterly visit she had had the best fuck of her entire life and they had continued to enjoy a good fuck each quarter since then. Through the years she had also fought guilt and angst because she had a husband and two zombie children who looked up to her. By way of contrast, Mr. 'six foot eight,' as Ralph Stimson was known amongst the promiscuous female facilitators, didn't have a care in the world. The money rolled in from the Defense Department, the sluts were always lined up waiting for him wherever he traveled, and he was a model citizen - a former athlete and a successful investor in the sub-contractor company for whom he works. Still on her knees Kathleen raised up slightly to look at her watch and said, "Ralph, I must get back to work as my division chief is cracking down on staff having too many very long lunch hours with vendors. The lover immediately stood up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up, after which Kathleen took a quick shower. She was blow drying her hair when Ralph said, "Check out time is in 15 minutes, will you please hurry?' "Sure, Ralph, see you in 3 months more or less," as she let herself out of the hotel room. She hurried to the hotel parking lot and drove under the freeway to the Factory's employee parking lot. As usual she felt rotten after one of her sessions with Ralph, and again swore on her mother's memory that she would not do it again. The afternoon was very busy at the office so she was able to subdue her self-condemnation by focusing on the job at hand. But the drive home in the gridlocked traffic at the end of the work day was her nemesis. Most days the robots reading the National news on the car radio was sufficiently mind-numbing until it wasn't ever necessary to consider what is important. But after her visits with Ralph, and especially today, the Robot readers could not suppress the vision of the faces of her two teens. They both were racked with inner conflicts which they reflected in their dress and lack of interest in learning anything at school, and often took prescribed medications just to cope with life. She put the blame for their failure squarely on herself for not being a Mom focused on the needs of her growing children over the years. Then there was the face of her husband, R.D. She remembered that once upon a time he desperately and hopelessly loved her more and more while her love for him entropically cooled. Kathleen realized that at some point he had just resigned himself that they had no future as a real family. Their marriage then degenerated to one of convenience, held together by financial necessity and the popular charade was played for the 'sake of the children.' As she pulled into her driveway and the garage door was rising, Kathleen mumbled to herself, ["I have got to find a solution to my problem. Soon I will be '4' '0' years old woman having squandered my existence to this point."] ----------------------------- R.D. Perry was a gaming software designer and had relationships with up to a dozen contractors who coded his designs. He paid each per assignment with a personal check and sent them an IRS1099 each January. Thus no one worked for him as an employee per se and his major financial reason for remaining married to Kathleen was to be on her insurance as a dependent and to help operate their 3,000 foot house. He had built up a steady, though not spectacular, income stream of which he was proud, but was no where near reaching his goal. Sex with his wife was an occasional tension relieving exercise - much like using the treadmill which he was doing now - and he, too, wondered where the passion had gone? He reasoned, ["At 42 I should be fucking 4 or 5 times a week, rather than once a month when Kathleen is tipsy. I wonder if I should have an affair with my Asian code pusher? Her marriage is dreadful according to an overheard conversation she had with another programmer. All I would have to do is indicate an interest and we could get it on. But I don't want to fuck around. What's a guy to do?"] As he finished his 30 minutes on the treadmill, R.D. continued talking to himself, ["I have got to find a solution to my problem."] The sound of the garage door going up brought R.D. back to the moment so he finished in the basement gym and made his way to the kitchen. He was sitting on a stool at the breakfast nook sipping a bottle of water when Kathleen came into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine from the refrigerator and sat down beside her husband. She forced a smile at him and said, "How was your day, R.D.?" "Great! I put my spec sheets for a new Apple app out to four code pushers this morning. I believe the new game will be producing revenue within a month. How was yours?" "SameO, SameO for me except the funniest salesman I know made his first Wednesday of the new quarter call today. He comes to solve any problems with the current contract and of course tries to increase his business. All the engineers like him and sometimes he even takes me or one of the other facilitators out to lunch. So, his wit was the high point of my day." R.D. sat for a moment silent and frowning and then said, "Kathleen, I am frustrated. We need to talk. We need to talk about us and our family. Can we do that now?" "Sure. Lets Talk." "Randy is 19 and Julie will be 18 next month, and I want a divorce by then. Both are working near minimum wage service jobs part time and have no interest in going to school so our legal obligation to them is over. I haven't been happily married to you for at least 10 or 12 years. I sense that you are not happy with me either so what do you say lets split everything down the middle and part as friends after a no contest divorce? " She replied, "So financial interdependence and our children's reaching adulthood has been the glue holding us together, you've come right out and said it?" "Well, yes. Kathleen, I want to have a sex life that goes along with loving and being loved. My occasional banging around inside of you when you are tipsy from too much wine is not good enough. I am 42 and not getting any younger. Can't we be reasonable about this?" Kathleen had a draconian panic attack and she started shallow breathing rapidly talking to herself trying to stop the fear from rising like a deadly mushroom cloud in her mind. ["Oh girl, you started fucking around about 12 years ago. You murdered the soul of your husband because he knows that you are a slut and doesn't care enough to even confront you. He kept hoping against hope that you would change because he loved you so much. Both Randy and Julie showed so much promise as first graders and now look at them - largely unemployed and unemployable into a career track job."] By now her panic attack had evolved into a wailing episode that followed a pattern that R.D. had seen before. He did note that the severity was much worse than the last few times. But he was unimpressed and continued to just look at her, awaiting some kind of answer. "R.D., I resolved today while driving home that I was going to solve my problem. Will you wait three more months before you start proceedings?" "B-F-D Kathleen! What will you do that you haven't already done - more therapy? More mood and mind control drugs? Want to go back to the church? Just what do you have in mind?" Blowing her nose profusely she said, "Our marriage and our children have gone to hell because I haven't been part of this family team for for 12 years. That is what will change if you will give us a chance. I wanted to tell you before but I didn't want to hurt you by telling you explicit details, the essentials of which you have already figured out." R.D. held up his hand, "I don't want or need to know the details - its written all over your face and in everything you do with the children and me. Your relations with others are your problems - you have created them and only you can solve them. You can not share them with me because I can not tell you how to fix yourself. So, again please spare me the details, Kathleen! I have problems of my own. I can not solve them in a dysfunctional family but I could if you were no longer my baggage. That is one reason why a divorce would help me a lot. Another is that I think it would help the kids as well. And finally, it would also be the better choice for you, Kathleen, because you would be free to openly pursue whatever you dream of at any given moment." For one fleeting moment Kathleen took her mind off her troubles and became aware for the first time in their 20 years of marriage that her husband had his own problems. She ask, "What are your problems, R.D.? Maybe we could help each other?" He dismissed her question as naive, chuckled and said, "I am not going to answer that. I will just say that I want more than you are capable of giving, Kathleen. Just what can you do to help me? For that matter, what can you do to help yourself that you haven't already done since the kids were beginning school?" "R.D., I am not going to once again tell you what I am going to do. I have done that before more than once but never have followed through. But if you will postpone the divorce proceedings until the next quarter, I will have shown you. Please, give me one last chance to become Human." With a look of complete contempt on his face he said, "O.K., lets finish this conversation in three months. I do want to say, Kathleen, that I am not blaming you for my predicament as I allowed you to put me here. I once blindly loved you so much while I kept hoping for a miracle that you would change. We should have gotten a divorce when Randy started primary school, waiting another three more months will not make that much difference." For the first time, Kathleen smiled and said, "Why not get those smelly gym clothes off of you and take a shower while I cook dinner. Julie will be coming home from school in a half hour and I think a girl friend is coming with her." -------------------- One day later, it was 11:00 P.M. and R.D. sat at his terminal working on a new idea for an app that had popped into his mind just that morning. He had eaten junk food and drank water all day stopping only when nature called while he started writing the parameters of the app. Kathleen came into his office and started rubbing his shoulders and neck and then moved to the front of him and asked, "Hey, care to take a bath with me?" She surprised her husband and opened her gown and exposed her D cup breasts and continued, "Once you loved to caress and suck on these nipples, and I would love so much for you to do that now. Besides that, a session in our huge water jet bath tub would make both of us relax. And, the jets would wash away any remaining trace that might exist of another man as I know as I know that must lurk in the back of your mind." Annoyed that she would interrupt, in an exasperated tone he asked, "Did you open another bottle, Kathleen?" "No. I only want to experience you; and its the first time in recent memory that I really want to do this. " She tugged on his arms and continued, "How about it just this once, R.D., to placate a woman who will soon turn 40 years old?" Incredibly she got R.D.'s attention as he again looked closely at her very large nipples. He smiled and replied, "Go run the water I will be there in 5 minutes." Later in bed, R.D. was basking in the complete relaxation he felt after the jet-bath and their vigorous coupling. Kathleen had finished him, with the best blow job she had ever given him. He held her close fighting sleep with her distended nipple in his mouth as sleep overtook him. Kathleen watched him soundly sleep and smiled to herself, ["I had forgotten just how much pleasure I could give R.D. and just what a pleasure I felt as he kissed my body. "I am now the new 'Kathleen,' old girl. I am going to keep my legs together outside this house and spend an hour alternate days getting back in shape with an emphasis on the koegel exercise machine to shrink the size of my pussy. Otherwise, I will be pumping iron for upper and lower body muscles."] --------------------- A week later, R.D. came down from his office on his way to the kitchen. Kathleen was talking in soft tones with Randy, their 19 year old son. He stood outside the door unseen and listened as Randy said, "Mom, I appreciate your concern but I don't think I could make it through the New England Culinary School - they not only study how to prepare specialty dishes but get into food chemistry and I don't think I can handle that." His Mom replied, "Randy, any man can do pretty much what he thinks he can do, and if you feel that way you would just drop out again like you did community college. I personally, think you can do it, however. Why do you think you can not do it?" "When something challenges me, I back off and start looking for an escape outlet or sometimes even a mood altering drug. I don't want to spend a whole lot of your money and then get the shakes and quit - or worse, start getting stoned. " "What if I spent this money for your future with the understanding that you have no home to fall back on if you drop out? In other words, what if your survival were at stake, Randy? Could you master that culinary course of study?" "Well, of course Mom. Then I could do it and do it well , if survival were at stake." "Well son, you father has asked me for a divorce. Now my survival in a nice home with nice things is at risk. I simply can not can not do it without him. That means that I move to a small apartment in his absence. That also means that all of the assets are gone - including the cars both you and your sister drive. You can not move in with me. Can you not see how your survival is very much at stake? In a worse case condition, think of living in a homeless shelter. That is why its important for you to get a job skill so that you can land in a career track position. The culinary school could be one such opportunity." For the first time, Randy seemed to consider her statement and asked, "Haven't you two been more friendly to each other lately or am I imagining that, Mom? You two have been making a lot of noise after you shut your bedroom door. What do you mean, Divorce?" "Yes, I am noticing your Dad for the first time and how important he is to me - to us. I don't know, however, if I can remake myself into someone who deserves a man like R.D. In other words, I am not sure I can ever make myself important enough to your Dad to keep me around. He has needs that I should have been meeting through the years but have not been, and someday you and I both will fully understand how I could do something that stupid." Visibly frightened, Randy replied, "Mom, I will go over and talk to the NECS people tomorrow after my shift. I will apply if there is any possible way I can handle a tough school like that." R.D. quietly tip toed back upstairs feeling very good about what he had heard. He told himself, ["My God! if I can salvage my marriage and my son's life then I would feel that life just may be worth living. "] He went into his daughter's room. Julie was reading a book in bed as he passed her. He stopped, bent over and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Mind if I use your restroom? Nature calls. " "Wow! Why did you kiss me, Dad? You haven't done that since I can remember." After he dried his hands off later and opened the door, R.D. said, "I had forgotten just how pleasant it is to kiss you. I might even do it again sometime, if you don't mind?" "I certainly don't mind. Thanks a lot. All kisses appreciated!" R. D. returned to his office to find Kathleen waiting for him. He smiled broadly at her and said, "Hello. I think I will turn in and get started early in the morning. I want to have the new game idea ready to give to the Android coders by next Monday." "Would you like for me to join you when you turn in, R.D.?" He stopped dead still and looked very carefully at her. She still had her gym clothes on and her hair needed combing. He said, "Strange that you should ask, I was just thinking how nice it would be if you joined me." "I suggest you get in bed and I will join you after I have showered - but don't go to sleep just yet." R.D. lay propped up on a pillow with his head in his hands when the bathroom door opened and out came Kathleen wearing the sexiest Victoria's Secret gown he had ever seen her wear. She said, "R.D., I have about 6 of these gowns that you have never seen. The fact that you have never seen them is just another of the one million things I am in the process of making up to you." She noticed that his cock had tented his briefs and smiled, continuing she said, "I think you approve." He was speechless but just held his arms out to her and she leaped onto him. An hour later, the gown was on the floor as was the cover sheet and his briefs. They lay in each other's arms trying to catch their breath. Kathleen said, "Darling that was first time I orgasmed with you in recent memory - in the past I just faked them after I had too much wine. But tonight, I haven't had a drop to drink and even have had a long, less than encouraging, talk with Randy about his future, and still had a wonderful, marvelous orgasm. Thank you! Thank you!" R.D. just lay there with this big happy-as-can be grin on his face with nothing to say, as he enjoyed the moment. Afterward they cleaned themselves up and returned to the bed to sleep. Again, sleep overtook R.D. as his last memory was gently mouthing his wife's large nipple. And again, Kathleen came as close to praying as she had since a high schooler, ["Please let this magic continue."] Kathleen's Big '4' '0' Saga ----------------------------------- Tomorrow was the senior prom night for Julie, who was also celebrating her coming 18th birthday. She had planned this for months with several friends. But on this evening she walked into her Dad's office and said, "Dad. Can we talk for a few?" R.D. immediately put his computer to sleep, stood, and turned to her and held her close to him and said, "Pumpkin, I always have time to talk to you, and if I don't I will make time. Are you O.K.?" "It's about tomorrow night. I really don't want to go to the prom even though you have already paid my share of the hotel room and limo rental charges. I am not in the mood to hit the booze and some will be smoking weed even." Her Dad studied her for a moment and and asked, "And you want my advice on...?" "Do you think its O.K. if I tell my friends I just am not in the party mood and don't want to go?" "Rather than a 'yes' or 'no' answer, lets sit down and you tell me what has brought this change about in you. Will you?" "I have been reading some Harlequin Romance books and now have read two of the Harry Potter books. It is difficult for me to read even those juvenile books and it occurs to me that I don't know how to read! Certainly I don't know how to write - since texting doesn't really count as writing. I feel yukky, like I have nothing to celebrate even though I will be getting a diploma. That strikes me as an irony, as nonsense. What do I have to celebrate?" R.D. looked away so his daughter wouldn't notice the tears swelling up in his eyes and then said, "Just say NO! I am not going. You don't even need to give an explanation. Are those people really important enough for you to give a reason for not going?" Julie looked at her father and said, "Of course, you are right. Why are we both crying, Dad?" "I am proud of you because you have just made the first fully independent statement I can remember you ever making - no peer pressure, no social norms urging your compliance and bullshit like that was involved." By now Julie started profusely crying and said, "Hey! You're right. Thank you so much. I was so afraid you would get on my case for not going along with my friends. I have promised myself that I would become an independent person no longer caught up in what my friends are doing." "Have you thought anymore about your future, Julie, since our last talk?" "I do want to go into the remedial English program at Community College you told me about. And, I want to continue to work part time at BurgerHaven if you and Mom will support me for another two years." "You have my support." "Randy told me that you had asked Mom for a divorce, if that happens will you still support me?" "No matter what happens, I will support you for those two more years." ---------------------------------------- Two months later it was the annual July 4th picnic where the factory owners closed the plant and rented an entire private park for an employee picnic. Most employees attended and brought adult and children guests with them. At the park gate, Kathleen showed her badge to the attendant and the remaining three members of her family filed in behind her. The attendant said, "Logistics and supply people are sitting in area 4 if you want to make your way over there, Ms Perry." Walking to the area Kathleen got many greetings since she was a high profile person and the usual co-workers asked them to spread their blanket near them. They settled in a grassy area near two co-workers who were sitting on blankets with their respective families. Julie went off to join a volleyball game and Randy went to the chipping green to practice his putting and chipping. R.D. and Kathleen just relaxed and, for the first time in many years of coming to this picnic, R.D. was actually in a good mood as he enjoyed the beautiful day and Kathleen's company - not to mention that he was taking a badly needed day off from his work. Kathleen said, "Here comes the gossip queen amongst the facilitator staff and she is with a different dude than the one she introduced as her husband last year - though I am sure you won't remember." R.D. took one look and lost interest and his eyes returned to his Kindle eReader and continued reading. When the two arrived, the introductions were made and Kathleen's co-worker said, "Would you like to go find the ladies room and I'll ask John to come with us to bring some drinks back?" When the two ladies passed by the refreshment stand, Harriet turned to John and said, "Get us four large Ice Teas and meet us back with Mr. Perry." When alone, Harriet said, "Kathleen, I know you have been fucking Ralph Stimson, the sales engineer for BRS Sciences, since I signed on. But scuttle butt has it that you are trying to win back your husband, for real now. Care to tell me what is going on?" "Yes, Harriet. Ralph got his last piece of ass from me during his second quarterly visit. You can have him if you can get him. I don't expect you to fully understand this but I am focusing all my attention on R.D. now because I want to salvage my marriage and influence my children so that maybe they won't find themselves someday pushing the big '4' '0' confused and wondering why life has no meaning." "Wow! Thats heavy. You will introduce me to Ralph Stimson then?" "Harriet, I will do that and more. I will give you my project engineer contact notes along with those of the BRS's two competitors who call on the same engineers. Starting Wednesday you will be the primary facilitator for all three companies and I will be the backup. How does that sound?" "Sounds like Santa Claus on July 4th. Thanks Kathleen and thanks for thinking I am capable of getting my arms around a complex supply chain operation like that. I won't let you down." When the dinner bell rang the four got into line for burgers and hotdogs and continued their meaningless small talk interspersed with other couples who came up and said 'Hi' to Kathleen. After lunch R.D. and John challenged another two men to a game of horseshoes. The ladies mingled and chatted mostly in a large group. The children returned promptly at 4:30 as preplanned and everyone was chatty on the ride back home. ------------------------------- On the following Wednesday the receptionist squawked to Kathleen, "Ralph Stimson of BRS is here and asking for you. " "Thanks, tell him I will be right out." At that point Kathleen went to Harriet's cubicle and told her, "Ralph Stimson is here! I see you have worn a dress that barely qualifies as Business Casual and your youth and charm will surely work its usual magic on him. Have you familiarized yourself with the people he visits along with the backups and what that particular supply chain is all about? Any questions before I introduce you to Mister six foot eight?" "No questions. I am ready but a little nervous." "Just be your charming self and it will work magic on him. He is going to put his eleven inch cock in some pussy today and it might as well be yours!" Harriet breathed, "Wow! I can hardly wait!" Kathleen walked up to Ralph Stimson and shook his hand in a greeting. She then turned to Harriet behind her and said, "Mr. Stimson please meet Harriet Myers who will be facilitating your and your competitors visits from now on. " They shook hands and mumbled some niceties and then Kathleen continued, "I am into some new responsibilities now and I shall get back to them, but you are in good hands, Mr. Stimson." Ralph said, "Before you go, Kathleen, I was hoping we might have lunch one last time today?" "Actually, I am lunching with my husband today, but I would be surprised if Harriet has made any lunch plans as of yet. Good luck on your bid in the upcoming model change, Ralph, you are a very good sales engineer which just could mean BRS gets phase two for the model upgrade. " It was 3:00 P.M. when Kathleen looked up from her desk after someone had knocked on her office door. "Come in." Harriet staggered in to her office and said, "Hi Kathleen, I just want to thank you for the opportunity. Both of our project engineers were delayed getting into that meeting room so that left Ralph and me time to get to know each other. He took the engineers to lunch but gave me his hotel key and asked me to take a late lunch in his room about 1:00 P.M. " "Wait, Harriet, were our engineers comfortable with your phase I status presentation?" "Oh, I am sure they were, the older one in particular because he couldn't take his eyes off my Ass. I loved it. heh heh" Kathleen continued, "So you and Ralph had a marvelous lunch in his hotel room?" "That man was insatiable to the point that we would still be fucking if the front desk hadn't called to remind him that it was past check out time. I am so weak and sore until I can barely move. Poor old John will have to beat himself off for the next few days. But damn! I am already looking forward to Ralph's fourth quarter visit. Umm I would like to do something nice for you, what would you like?" "If you will take care of the company's business in amongst all your fun, that will be a major present for me. Have a good day, Harriet." It was almost quitting time when Kathleen's cell phone rang. She recognized the number that belonged to Ralph Stimson, the BSR Sales Engineer. Her response was that of a deer caught in headlights at first accompanied by the greatest feeling of angst you had ever experienced. She finally answered it: "Hello Ralph," "I am waiting to board my flight and I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you today." Kathleen was speechless so Stimson continued, "I am returning to the Hyatt in your city to give a keynote address at our stockholders meeting next week. The meeting will end on Thursday morning. I would like for you to spend Thursday and Friday nights in the Hyatt with me - any chance of that happening?" "You know I can not refuse an offer like that," she replied with a naughty voice without even thinking about what she was saying. Stimson said, "Great! Look for me in the Starbucks lounge in the lobby about 10:30 Thursday week morning. We owe it to ourselves to have this one last separation party." After that the circuit went dead. Driving home, Kathleen composed herself and said out loud to no one, ["Just this one time and then never again. But no! You can not do that because that life is behind you. Why do you want both lives so badly?"] As the conflict raged in her mind, she turned the volume up to listen to the robots reading the national news, but that didn't help either. Later that evening, Kathleen was on the treadmill while her husband, R.D., was pumping free-weight iron in their basement gym. Both children were out of the house. Kathleen said, "R.D., I would like to tell you something so please listen until I have finished." He chuckled and said, "Even though I don't like details of your relationships this time I promise no interruptions, scouts honor!" "The first Wednesday of every new quarter, I have been going to the hotel room of a sales engineer who calls on us and getting fucked. This has been going on several years and only with this one man. Each time I left his room I felt like a piece of shit and was pained to face you and our children." R.D. said, "Go on." "The first Wednesday of the last quarter was such a date for me. I felt worse than I have ever felt. That was the night you asked for a divorce but you gave me a three month reprieve. " Pausing for a moment to blow her nose she continued, "Today, I introduced Harriet - remember the gossip queen I introduced you to at the company picnic - to him as my replacement facilitator. When he asked me to meet him for one last lunch, I told him, 'I am having lunch with my husband but that Harriet had made no lunch plans.' " R.D. dropped some weights on the floor he was trying to military press and looked seriously at Kathleen and said, "Hey! that's great! I like what you have been doing to me and our children the past quarter and want to postpone any discussion of a divorce until say the first Wednesday in the next quarter. Will that work for you?" "I want closure on this issue, R.D. Is there no way that's possible?" "Kathleen, I want to trust you just as much as I have loved you over the years but that will take time and you will have to show me that I can trust you again. In the mean time, I don't know and you don't know what you will do in the future. For example, what if you tell me that you love me and have the hots for another fly-by salesman you meet the next day? How can I deal with that? I have a business I am trying to grow. What will I do if you tell me, 'I had too much to drink and this guy seduced me?' How can I deal with that? When you fuck around, you know it and that means that soon I know it and those looking up to you know it. Have you looked carefully at our children's faces lately - they are confused and mixed up young adults. For the past quarter I think both of them have may have turned a corner. But if you relapse into the 'old Kathleen,' they will relapse as well. How can I deal with that? Its too soon for either of us to know what you will do when tempted again! So closure is not possible." Kathleen suddenly felt awful while R.D. talked and said to herself, ["God! That man is smart. How did he know I would agree to meet Ralph for two nights when he called? Am I completely insane?"] Kathleen hit the STOP button on the treadmill and ran over to R.D. She gripped him tightly with her tears wetting her husband's work out clothes. She said, "For the very first time, I see your point of view. Lets postpone this conversation until the first Wednesday of the next quarter, game?" What she was thinking was, ["I want this last chance to meet with Ralph. I am crazy."] After their rather subdued coupling later Kathleen watched Randy sleeping soundly while circling thoughts roared inside her head - ["I very much love and want to grow old with R.D. but the very thought of two whole days of ecstasy with Ralph's 11 inch cock down my throat, and filling both holes just makes me weak with desire. How did I get so fucked up and why does no one I know have any idea of what's plaguing me? There is no hope for me!"] When the fateful Thursday morning rolled around, Kathleen and R.D. sat at the breakfast bar together, having said goodbye to their children earlier. She said, "R.D., You should make an appointment with our attorney to get the divorce proceedings started, even though its not the start of the next quarter yet. You are an honest man so I will sign whatever you think is 50-50." R.D. looked up from his technical magazine and said, "Thanks for asking me, Kathleen. That leaves me free to pursue something I have been thinking about for a while. I want you to know that whatever happens I hope you land on your feet. I think the kids will eek out a living for themselves. I will get an apartment and Julie will move in with me temporarily. I hope you will help out Randy as much as you can." After breakfast Kathleen had finished packing her overnight case which included her sexy gowns. She put on a very revealing dress and fixed her make-up. She walked out of the bathroom and passed R.D.'s study where he was engrossed in a technical conversation with one of his code pushers. When Kathleen got his attention he just waved goodbye without seeing her and continued with his conversation, oblivious to how she dressed or that she was carrying an overnight case. She walked down the stairs in a daze and unconsciously drove downtown and pulled into the Hyatt garage. She walked into the Hyatt lobby Starbucks area and stood at the tail end of the very long order line. Then Kathleen immediately saw Ralph, but he was with two ladies already. Looking closely, one was the gossip queen, Harriet Myers, and the other was an even younger unknown woman. Both wore their little black dress with cleavage showing and were heavily made up. The three were drinking coffee and laughing robustly. As the order line inched forward, Kathleen was soon in a position to see that both ladies had stylish overnight bags with them. At this point nausea attacked her senses, that went along with her crashing dizziness. The steel guide rails leading up to the order person was all that kept her from collapsing onto the floor. Kathleen reached the order person and got a small black coffee. She picked up it and her bag and headed off to a counter along the perimeter of the Starbucks area and found a seat just in time to keep from falling down. By this time the room was going round and round in her vision. Over her shoulder she could see the trio still laughing and enjoying each other's company. In a few moments the ladies picked up their bags and the three of them exited Starbucks into the hotel lobby. Kathleen watched as they approached the guest rooms elevator bank and she watched Ralph bend down low and palm each of the two women's asses while waiting for the elevator door to open. The elevator door closing had the effect of a bomb going off in her brain, as she found herself unable to focus on a single thought. She kept trying to formulate a plan to get home but every thought she had turned to cloudy smoke. The stool became uncomfortable after a while and she pushed off and grabbed her bag and started walking to the exit. Outside she found an empty space and pushed the first number on her cell phone's speed dial. After the first ring: "This is R.D., go ahead." "This is Kathleen. I need help. Please help me." "Where are you, Dear?" "I drove my car to the Hyatt downtown but I don't think its safe for me to drive back. Will you come get me? I don't feel well at all." "Kathleen, wait for me near the lobby coffee shop: I will drive down to get you now and pick up your car tomorrow." R.D. had been in a video conference with four programmers discussing the requirements of the program portions each would soon be writing. Coming back online he said to the group: "This is a good point take a lunch break. Everybody O.K. to continue this at 3:00?" After all agreed he signed off. ["Damn! This couldn't have happened at a worse time than now that I am trying to launch a new project. But, Kathleen is obviously a sick woman and I am her husband and I will act accordingly, but damn her baggage is costing a lot of money! What the hell is she doing at the Hyatt anyway?"] Forty minutes later R.D. found Kathleen in a chair in the hotel lobby. He said, "How do you feel, Dear?" There was no answer as she just looked up at him and silently cried. He held her arm with with both his hands and gently lifted her to stand beside him. Encouraged, he pick up her overnight case and they both began to walk to the parking lot elevator bank. When he got her home, he walked her straight to the toilet. He pulled up her dress so she could sit on the stool, only to find that she had no underwear under her dress. He said out loud, "What the hell?" Kathleen was mostly silent except a hint of a whispered scream could be heard each time she breathed. After she pissed, he offered her a cup of water which she drank. He then helped her to stand and walked her to their bed. He asked, "Want something to eat, Dear?" She replied a weak, "No." She sat on the bed and R.D. took off her dress only to find that she was not wearing a Bra either. The gown she wore last night was on the chair so her husband put that on her and put her in the bed. He said, "Kathleen, you will be O.K. now. We will be O.K. now. I have figured out what has happened and you and I are still working to make our marriage work. Rest easy. Get some sleep. I will be in my office." Back in the kitchen, R.D. was angry and frustrated. But he suppressed it knowing that anger solves nothing. He then finished a TV dinner and noted that it was 10 minutes until three. The hardest task he ever completed was to suppress his tears and his pain, and focus on business. Randy came by his office and said, "Hi Dad. Is Mom still at work?" Kathleen's Big '4' '0' Saga "No she doesn't feel well and is in bed. She is taking the day off. Hey Son, O.K. if you drop me off downtown in the morning? I have some business there but can find my own way back home." "Sure thing. I just wanted to tell Mom that I enrolled in the NECS cooking school. She had urged me to do that." "Hey that is great! Feel like cooking dinner tonight since your Mom is ill?" "O.K.," Randy said as he was leaving the study. R.D. logged back on to his conference call and it started back up as if no matter what had happened it was still business as usual. ——————- At 7:00 P.M., Randy stopped at his office door and said, "Dad, dinner is ready! Will you ask Mom if she feels like coming down to dinner or does she want me to fix her a plate?" "O.K. Will do. See you downstairs." R. D. went into their bedroom where Kathleen was still lying down. She immediately sat up when he approached the bed and said, "Will you hold me?" He helped her stand and then held her very close. He looked directly into eyes and said, "You are going to work through this, Kathleen. Thank you for calling me today." She was still choked up and couldn't speak and just looked at R.D. with pleading eyes. "Randy cooked dinner and its ready. Can you eat? Want to go down or want me to bring us some food up here? " She whispered, "Please have dinner with me here?" Later they were both enjoying the food that Randy had cooked from plates resting on TV trays and Kathleen began to talk. "I think one of my minor problems is hunger, in that I had a small pastry for breakfast and no food all day. The major problem will take more time to solve, but solve it I will with your help. This dinner and you have brought me back to life." "Kathleen, I did not have a chance to call our attorney today like you asked because I just had too much going on. Should I make a point of doing it tomorrow?" "Lets please discuss that in the next quarter and don't call Bart at least until then." "O.K." "R.D., you already have surmised by now why I went to that hotel - it was to get fucked! But it didn't happen and I saw what a stupid bitch sex toy I had been for five years to Mr. Fly-by when today I was shunned for two younger models. I almost threw up in Starbucks when I grasped that I was nothing more than a has-been-sex-toy. Furthermore, I barely kept conscious enough to speed dial you and plead for your help." "So, Kathleen, where do we go from here?" "Darling, I have this devil banging around in my head that predates our marriage and I don't know if and/or when it will take over and control my mind. The moment it happens I will come directly to you and suggest that we proceed with the divorce. I know my proposal is not fair to you because you need a stable relationship with someone who loves you more than life itself. Creative people are like that in general, and you are in particular. Someday maybe I can offer that, but not now. If you will only be patient with me? The one caveat I can offer is that no matter what, I will never ever tell you a lie again - even one of silence where I fail to mention something that is vital to our relationship - like for example I failed to tell you when Mr. Fly-by called me while boarding his flight to invite me to party with him this long weekend. Can you believe that not telling you upfront will not happen again, R.D.?" The husband just looked directly at his wife and said nothing at first and then refusing to answer her he said, " The programmers are pushing code and I have a break in my work. Since you already are on leave, would you like to get up early in the morning, drive to a resort, and relax a little - maybe do some ballroom dancing (remember when we use to have so much fun doing that?), or play some tennis, putt some golf balls, and eat some good chow? Hell, I will even donate twenty dollars to the one-armed bandits. We could come back on Sunday evening relaxed and ready to face the following work week." "Oh. Could we R. D.?" Mr. Perry brought up the reservation number of the resort he had in mind on his iPad. After he had made the reservation, he said to his wife, "But no sex tonight because we have to pack and get up very early in the morning for the long drive." Uncontrollably laughing she said, "You stay on your own damned side of the bed, Mister!" The end. Epilogue: The Perry's made it as a couple quarter by quarter until two grandchildren and five years later they started divorce proceedings. At that time R.D. had fallen head over heels in love with his Asian programmer who finally decided to get out of her dysfunctional marriage. This also was the price she had to pay to be with the one man she had secretly loved for 10 years - R.D. The two had looked longingly at each other over the years but were too professional to ever allow their private conversations to be about their feelings. Needless to say, it was a deathblow to Kathleen's self-esteem with her only consolation prize being freedom to harvest all the Fly-by sales engineers she could attract and could muster an appetite for. She had had her face, tummy, and ass fixed and still was a beautiful woman very much in charge as the senior Facilitator. Life went on.