She Met Someone

My wife Jesse and I had just completed an intense love making session as her head laid on my chest, toying with my chest hair. Sex between us had been pretty good for the last few weeks.

"I've met someone," she said.

"So, you want a divorce," was my immediate response as I got out of bed.

She was sitting up, those beautiful tits exposed, "I was hoping we could come to a different arrangement. Talk to me Jack."

I was busy shoving clothes in a suitcase, enough stuff for a week and grabbed my toiletry kit I carried on my business trips and vacation.

"In the morning I'll contact an attorney and I suggest you do the same."

"Just forget it Jack, forget I said anything and come back to bed."

"No Jesse, after standing by your side the last two years, you throw that shit at me. Absolutely fucking not!" And I left.

Two years ago, Jesse was diagnosed with cervical cancer. She was only in her twenties. The hysterectomy removed her baby factory, the chemo removed her hair and the hormone imbalance put her in bitch mode. Six months ago, things started to return to normal as the irrational outburst subsided.

But there was a period during the first year that I thought I was losing my mind and Jesse had lost hers. The counselor I went to helped, I was really hoping for good drugs but he pointed out that all of Jesse's dreams had been shattered and nothing was safe in her world. Jesse would be constantly testing me to see if she could count on me. Part of it is also hormonal, the surgery will fuck with her hormones and it will take time for doctors to find the right hormone replacement therapy. I could leave her of course but the world would despise me. I really didn't need the end piece but it was true.

After checking in to a cheap hotel, I emailed my boss and admin to say I needed a few days off. I felt bad since my boss was very lenient with me as I dealt with Jesse's cancer.

It seemed every fifteen minutes, a different Jesse would text me that night and into the next day. Several messages said she was just testing me, to see if I was still committed to her since she couldn't have children. Seconds later she wanted to know why I was so opposed to opening our marriage. And mixed between all of that shit were her apologies.

In my mind, how could I trust that she was really taking the open marriage off the table or would she just go behind my back and fuck the guy anyway. Our sex life had been great recently, was it because she was fantasizing about the guy she had met.

That Monday, I found a lawyer, cancelled our joint credit cards and opened a separate bank account. There were no surprises when I met the lawyer, Jesse made more than me and we had few assets. We had been living in an apartment while we struggled through her cancer treatments.

In the evening, I sent Jesse a text message giving her my attorneys name and number and what I did with the credit cards.

Her response shocked me, "Is the poor baby happy with what he did today? Is your little male ego feeling better? Knock this stupid shit off and come home, I said I was sorry."

Did she realize her response would have the opposite affect from getting me to come home. I typed a dozen responses and settled on, "at least now I'll have an opportunity to find someone who can give me children."

But I couldn't be that mean, I deleted it and instead said: "after all we've been through, how hard I worked to show you how much I loved you, it was so disappointing to read those words. I'm not going to put up with that. I'm blocking you, get and attorney and we can communicate through them."

My admin called me the next day, she had gone to the bathroom and when she came back she found a very upset Jesse sitting in my office. My admin Sheryl had worked for me for at least five years. She was old enough to be my mother. Her favorite line was, "I love you like you were one of my sons and I don't hesitate to slap them when they do stupid shit, so don't do stupid shit."

Sheryl asked me to explain what was going on, she already knew of my struggles through Jesse's cancer, so I only needed to talk about the last 48 hours. It actually felt good to vent to her and I was expecting a tongue lashing.

Instead, she said, "I would have done the same thing Jack but maybe it is one of those tests your counselor use to talk about. Either way, it may be best to go see him again. I'm going to talk to Jesse, we can't have her camping in your office and the only alternative is to have her arrested for trespassing unless she leaves on her own."

Sheryl called me back an hour later, "I got her to leave Jack, that's the good news. But the whole time we talked I felt like I was talking to three different people, even her mannerisms changed. One Jesse was deeply apologetic, telling me it was just a random thought and she wanted your opinion. She hadn't really thought it through and could understand your reaction. You have been her rock for more than the last two years and she needed you back."

"Then her expression change and she started calling you a neanderthal and what was wrong with having sex with others as long as we maintained your commitment to each other. She was spouting some Cosmo psychobabble that didn't make any sense and was generally incoherent. The theme of male ego was frequently mentioned."

"At the end she said, 'I don't need his bullshit anyway, I can have a much better sex life without him,' and she stormed out of your office. You should contact her doctor."

A call to her doctor went to his answering service. He called me back an hour later. I did my best to describe Jesse's behavior but I did not feel he was getting my point. Finally, he said he was going to try and get her to come in. I asked if he could keep me updated and he said that would violate HIPA laws.

I was left with worry for the woman I loved competing with the feeling I had enough. But I unblocked Jesse and asked her to go see her doctor. She replied back saying she was fine.

Jesse sent me a text two days later, telling me she had a lawyer and that she moved out of the apartment. It was too small for her and too many bad memories so I could move back in.

My lawyer confirmed that he had talked to Jesse's lawyer and things should move rather quickly. I was at a lost how I felt about that.

A month later, Jesse demanded counseling out of the blue. My lawyer advised that I smile and to at least pretend to participate. Three weeks later, Jesse and I were sitting in the counselor's office. It was the first time I saw her since the night she said she met someone.

Jesse dominated the first session, the counselor asked what she hoped to get out of counseling, Jesse went on what sounded like a prepared speech how she said a random thought out loud and she was sorry for the hurt she caused. Then she went into a detailed discussion about her cancer, losing her ability to have children and how much I had been her rock, even when she was mean to me. There were a lot of tears mixed in and I found myself holding her hand as I had did so many times during her treatment. The counselor saw me holding her hand and smiled. I wanted to say wait lady, you haven't been on this roller coaster long enough yet.

The following week, a different Jesse showed up. This one was spouting her new age bull shit calling me a cave man and trying to dominate his woman, not giving her a chance to breathe. This was a little different than her Cosmo bull shit she had spouted before and it went on longer. The counselor started agreeing with her especially when Jesse said she almost died and realized she had missed out on so much of life. The counselor turned to me and asked me what I thought.

"Let me begin by saying your impartiality left the building about 15 minutes ago. I have never come close to death so I can't really say I know how Jesse feels. But that being said, why fight the divorce? Let's go our separate ways and she can sample all of life she may have missed out on. I have never tried to dominate her, she wants to experience new things and I'm opening the door for her."

"Why is divorce the solution for you Jack," the counselor asked?

"Jesse has a view of the life she wants to live, so do I. Those views are not congruent."

"But you're not open to compromise?"

"In some areas I am not, in others I am. I remained faithful and in love with Jesse even when it became apparent that she couldn't give me the children I always wanted."

Jesse went running out of the counselor's office on that remark.

"That was uncalled for Jack."

"You have no idea what you're talking about. I lived in hell for two years holding Jesse up, being the loving husband as her hormone imbalances sent her in every direction possible. I spent many hours with my own counselor trying to hold onto my sanity. He told me that Jesse was testing me to see if she could really count on me. One day at a time he kept saying, you know how many days there are in two years, a fucking lot. And after all of that I'm rewarded with her request to open our marriage. I'm sorry if you think that was uncalled for but it's time for me to get off the Jesse train."

I got up and left her office.

Shortly after the time Jesse camped out in my office, a young woman began spending a lot of time near my office, never passing a chance to engage me in conversation. I think she had a camera in my office because she always knew when I was getting coffee or heading to the cafeteria for lunch. She would ask if she could sit with me during lunch. Her name was Jill and she was very timid but our conversations were pleasant. It was an enjoyable break from Jesse's crazy train.

After our third lunch I asked Sheryl about her, "Jack, she just started appearing near your office one day maybe the week after Jesse was in your office. She works in accounting and was recently divorced. I'm assuming she was telling me this so I would tell you. Jill also knows that you're going through divorce, which isn't too much of a surprise. The grape vine here is pretty strong but what's surprising is she knows the basis of your divorce is Jesse's request to open your marriage. As far as I know, you and me are the only ones in the building that know that.

I needed a conversation with Jill, preferably not in the building so I invited her out to dinner after work one night. The whole time from when we left the building to when we ordered, I thought Jill was going to dart away like a frightened deer.

"Jill, why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous Jack." Her hand was shaking as she tried to take a sip of water.

I took her hands in mine, "Please Jill, tell me what has you so scared, are you afraid someone will see us together."

"You're the first man I've gone to dinner or anything with since my divorce."

"I don't think that's the full answer, we've had a dozen lunches together. This isn't that much different."

"My husband, or ex-husband Mark cheated on me, I think he was cheating even before we married. I hired a private eye to get proof, not that it helped me that much. One of the things he did was put an app on my ex's phone so the PI and I were both copied on all his text message activity. I don't know why but I never took it off after we separated. I saw text messages between him and your wife who he was trying to seduce. They work in the same building for different companies. I have to say there were a lot of his classic sweet talking bull shit, telling her how beautiful she was how the dress she wore that day showed off her curves, the smell of her perfume. I could go on but my point is that it was constant."

"Jesse told him after all you did for her during her cancer treatment, she couldn't cheat on you. He suggested that she try to get you to open your marriage. When that blew up in her face, she told my ex that he fucked up her life and that you wanted a divorce. He let her cool off for a week and started with the sweet talk again. He also told Jesse that since she was getting a divorce she was free to enjoy all that life has to offer."

"Yesterday, Jesse told him you were the only reason that she survived the cancer and the only reason she can enjoy what life has to offer. And unless she was with you, in your arms, she had no interest in enjoying life without your love."

"I'm sorry Jack. In the beginning when I realized the same man who destroyed my marriage was also destroying yours, I thought maybe we could bond. I was nervous about telling you what I knew. You're a good looking guy and I'm lonely. I was nervous tonight because I knew I had to do the right thing but there was a big part of me that didn't want to and I was hoping you wouldn't hate me."

Jill talked all through dinner, frequently fighting back tears, she still had that look like she was going to dart away.

"Thank you Jill, I don't hate you, in fact I admire your bravery. I don't think I'm the great catch you make me out to be but thank you for being honest. I have another counseling session with Jesse tomorrow night. Every week it's like a different Jesse shows up. So far I haven't seen any reason why Jesse and I should reconcile. She doesn't act anything like the woman who is texting your husband. I hear words coming out of her mouth and I wonder who the hell this woman is. In our last session she was arguing to open our marriage and why was I being so pigheaded about it."

"You're a beautiful woman Jill, but even if Jesse and I get divorced, it's going to be a long time I think before I could get serious with a woman again. Jesse really hurt me. But I would like to continue having lunch with you if you don't mind, it has been a welcome break from dealing with Jesse."

"I know your pain tenfold Jack and thank you for not hating me." For the first time that night she actually smiled.

It was time for our third session, I couldn't make up my mind if I should divulge what I knew about Mark. At the same time, I was comforted that even as we were getting divorced, she never showed any intent on getting together with Mark.

I was sitting in the parking lot thinking all of this through when a high end Porshe pulled in front of the building. Jesse got out of the passenger seat, her skirt was so short it was impossible for her not to flash her pussy as she swung her legs out of the car. She had forgotten her panties. Jesse was smiling at me as she stood up. I wasn't certain but it appeared the top was transparent. She said something to the driver who I couldn't see who then drove away. Jesse swayed her hips as she walked into the building, every step revealing a good inch of ass cheek.

I thought about texting Jill and asking her what kind of car her husband drove. It was time to get off the crazy Jesse train. I headed into the building.

The counselor was looking at Jesse with her mouth agape. Jesse's blouse was sheer and without a bra, her breasts were clearly visible and her nipples were hard and poking through the material. Plus, most of the buttons down to her navel were undone.

"Well Jesse, you're certainly making a statement with the way you're dressed, so you might as well begin."

"Thank you, I had an epiphany last weekend wondering why I asked for counseling in the first place. As Jack pointed out at our last session, I can't have children so why do I need a husband. I can support myself and I make more than Jack, many men find me attractive and with my current dress style I'll have to beat them off. Plus, I get to drive around in high end cars like the Porsche that dropped me off today. I can enjoy all that life has to offer."

The crazy Jesse train was racing down the track.

The counselor said, "Jesse, please don't dress that way again, I'm seeing a lot of your body parts that I don't want to see."

Jesse responded by pulling her blouse open, the few buttons that were closed flew across the room and Jesse put her tits on full display. The counselor turned to me. I was wondering what she expected me to do. I loved Jesse's tits and was fighting the urge to pinch her nipples like I knew she liked.

Instead, I said, "This all started because Jesse wanted to do something I was not going to agree to and my position hasn't changed. If Jesse wants to go enjoy all that life has to offer I will not stand in her way. But as someone told me yesterday, can you really enjoy all that life has to offer without love."

Jesse had a shocked look on her face as I was preparing to leave. She threw herself at me, pushing me back into my chair and collapsed with her head in my lap. The counselor got up for some reason and she turned away as I'm sure Jesse was giving her a clear view of what was under her skirt.

"Jack I'm so sorry, I keep fucking this up. I hoped I would make you jealous tonight. That was my girlfriend Grace driving her husband's car who dropped me off. There was a guy who coaxed me into asking you about opening our marriage and I was unprepared for your response. I really had no interest in the sweet talking bastard plus some woman started texting me and telling me about what a dog he was. She knew all his lines and would tell me shit he said, like how beautiful I was and how good I smelled. Like I said, I had no interest in the guy but he persisted. I was so lost without you but my anonymous friend helped me resist his bullshit."

"Jack, I don't want to enjoy all life has to offer without your love, I don't want life without your love. I never would have survived the cancer without your love at the end."

"Please forgive my moment of stupidity. I promise to never let that happen again and I promise to never test your love again."

Jesse continued to cry in my lap, the counselor looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. Then Jesse pulled me in for a kiss, which soon turned into some serious tongue swapping.

May I remind you that I Jesse and I were enjoying a pretty good sex life before all this shit, maybe she was fantasizing about Mark, but it was good and I didn't care who she was fantasizing about. It had been three months by then since we've had sex.

Then I saw her bare tit, I love her tits, not too big that she looks like a cow but big enough to let you know she's all woman, and my hand went straight to her tit. Jesse immediately starts moaning as I twirl her nipple, then she straddles me and she's rubbing her bare pussy on my leg. My free hand goes straight to her bare ass and I'm helping guide her as she humps away. I wanted to drop my trousers and fuck her right there when the counselor (remember her) starts clearing her throat.

"Ahh, Jack and Jesse, why don't we call it a night and you can enjoy makeup sex somewhere besides my carpet."

"What a killjoy," moans Jesse who still has her tits out and her pussy on display.

She grabs my arm when we're in the elevator and says, "Wasn't that hot!"

As we're walking out of the building Jesse tosses what's left of her blouse in the air,

"Jack, what if I told you I wanted to enjoy life with as little clothing as possible. Would I be enjoying life with your love?"

"Outside of a few times like if we were at my parents, you would certainly have my love."

Jesse had moved around to the back of my car and bent over the trunk. "Fuck me right now Jack, help me enjoy life with your love.

I told you how much I love Jesse's tits but her ass is even better.

I didn't even see her remove the little skirt she was wearing, her bare ass is in the air and her arm is tucked underneath her and she's rubbing her pussy. It was a struggle to get my pants undone because my dick was so hard, but I slammed it into Jesse's pussy as soon as I could. In case there was any doubt if Jesse was coming, she screamed, "Oh my fucking god I'm coming."

The best part though, I look up at the counselor's window and she's watching us and I swear to god she gave me a thumbs up. I tell Jesse the counselor's watching us and she lets out another scream yelling she's coming again. Jesse looks up at the counselor and gives her a thumbs up and while she's looking at her, she yells again, "Oh my fucking god, I am coming again."