This is a follow up to "Black Romance Comes Back"
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Elaine's husband John arrived home and saw that the lawn hadn't been cut, nor anything else had been done. There were weeds still in the flowerbeds around the house. That didn't upset him due to he was consumed by the revelation he had during his meeting.
Walking into his house briskly, he immediately calmed himself, as to not let on that he was visibly upset. She had already brushed her hair, her teeth, dressed and acted as if nothing happened, although she never did get a bath or shower.
Sitting at the table, she heard John come in. She knew he would be there. How she knew, she had no idea; she just sensed it somehow. She was at ease, but it showed that he was not himself.
"Elaine, hi, why isn't the lawn cut? What happened that nothing got done outside?"
She thought that question was pretty direct and leading, but handled it calmly. "Oh, what are you doing home honey? The guy came up and knocked on the door. I didn't answer it but I talked to him from the upstairs window and he said there was some kind of equipment failure.
He walked down around the corner, I guess and they had another job going on or something like that, however I wasn't clear on it all."
"What do you mean, asked her husband, he talked to you from outside?"
"Yes, sweetheart, that's right, he did. May I ask what you are getting at? You seem to be trying to get at something. It sure seems like it."
"No, no, I am a little put out by this maintenance company, that's all. Especially that guy, he's been here before. I just don't like his work. There is something about him and I can't put two and two together."
"Pardon me, two and two together; what do you mean by that?"
John said that he'd seen the man before, but since Elaine sounded completely credible with her answer, he didn't want to stir anything up and create a controversy. He didn't want to let on that he knew the two were romantically involved, unless she gave some indication she had just been intimately involved with him earlier.
John was not the type to become physically violent, but he would become seriously vulgar and throw a temper tantrum of emotional proportions. This always made Elaine fearful, because she never ever wanted to get involved with his tirades.
But, John was steaming inside. His face tightened up with anger, but he withheld sharing any feelings. He knew who the black guy was. He was the well-respected and well-known broker from a year or two ago that romantically became involved with Elaine.
He called the landscape company without Elaine knowing it. They informed him that the gentleman had quit that same day. That was extremely peculiar to John. "Why, of all days, did he all of a sudden, quit?"
"What's wrong John? You seem upset or something, honey."
She didn't really want to know. She knew what occurred between her and Jamison. The passion of her life was back. Something was saying that maybe this was meant to be. Maybe Jamison showing up as he did meant that he and she were destined to be together, forever.
Happiness had filled her heart. The anticipation grew within. She couldn't even go to her shower or tub and fulfill the aroused cravings she had for him. From every corner of her body, fluids rushed to one location, one point, and one area of her. She wanted to, but she couldn't leak out that indication she desired her true love, Jamison.
Yes, Jamison was her real man, her real love, and her real passion. He provided her the intimate, deep loving, sexual, and romantic fulfillment she always sought from a man. He was her true love, although John provided that, he was only temporary substitute. It was never permanent as their marriage grew. He was a great sex partner, but he never ever compared to Jamison's love. He was over and above, easily, what John could ever be!
"John why did you come home anyways, you are never home this time of day. Did you come home to see me and spend time together?" She was lying through her teeth, trying discreetly to change the true tone of the mood between them.
Quickly trying to come up with some answer, he marveled at her question. He knew better that she was probably covering up something, but he turned down false pretenses of a romantic interaction between the two.
John stood up from the table, walked behind his wife and rubbed her shoulders. "Honey, I think I'm going to take a hot shower and lie down. I'm not feeling well and I think a couple hours of sleep will do me good."
"Okay John, is there anything I can get you?"
"Well there is one thing, but I don't need that right now. Maybe later and I'll let you know if I want it."
"What's that honey?"
"Don't worry Elaine, don't worry, it's nothing."
So Elaine disregarded the conversation. She was uncomfortable. She hadn't had her bath and she felt an overwhelming desire to clean up properly. She would later, hopefully.
Meanwhile, Elaine thought since John was taking his bath and he was going to lie down, she'd get online to do some research. While signing into her computer she wondered about her old email she hadn't used for many months and how much probably had built up over time.
Deciding to go into it and see what was there, she had a ton of emails. She discovered 4 emails from Jamison, dating back 5 months. One by one, she opened them. Each was a love poem to her, except the very last one, which was dated 2 days prior.
Her heart melted even more. Her eyes swelled up with tears of joy and then sadness. She felt so bad for the man she loved and knew that their reconnection was virtually impossible.
She forwarded those to an anonymous email no one knew she had. She packaged them all together so she could keep it all anonymous.
A smile appeared on her face, at the same time with tears she shed. She was happy that he had tried to stay in touch, but why didn't he say anything of the poems earlier she wondered.
Her heart filled with joy. Her mind and the thoughts were convoluted with ideas of being with Jamison personally. She wanted to spend time with a man she loved so dearly, but how would she do this, she had no idea.
She signed off, got up, walked upstairs, and found her husband laying in bed with his eyes fully opened and completely naked.
"Why are you naked John, why no clothes on honey?"
"I'm not sure Elaine. I'm trying to figure something out and I just didn't get dressed. Well, if it's worth anything, you look lovely like that". She smiled at him trying to indicate she would give him some 'preferential treatment', if he was interested.
"Did you want something Elaine?"
"No, other then I wanted to make sure you were okay", she replied.
There was a tension in the air. Serious tension each was avoiding. He knew it and she definitely felt it. He wanted undivided love from her. He was never going to get it. Regardless, if she spent any physical time with Jamison, her heart would never be with John completely.
Elaine loved John and always would, but she also loved Jamison and loved him more. Since seeing Jamison, she was sure she loved him much more. John wouldn't know for sure. He never would. He would find 'replacement love' for what was lost in his relationship with Elaine and soon enough. He would find other women, who saw him as an attractive man that would want to show him how desirable he really was.
She walked to the bed, leaned over him, kissed him on his cheek, and stroked the limp penis resting quietly. He found no pleasure from either her kiss or her touching his cock. She felt no pleasure giving it, but she did want to impress him, somehow, that he was in her thoughts.
Again, it was plain as day that there was lot's of tension that filled the air. She wasn't accomplishing what she wanted to do that day. Her plans were spoiled. She knew it all would be okay.
He woke up later, dressed himself, and headed back to the office later that afternoon around 4:30pm for a couple of hours.
At that point, Elaine got in the shower, quickly washed up, put on the same clothes, went and got the mail, and went over the bills, before she began dinner.
Nighttime came quickly, as neither spoke to the other much. Tension was still in the air. He was paranoid about her intentions and her activities. What was she going to do the next day and the day after that? What about the following day, what would she do that day?
It would wreak havoc on his mind, although he controlled his thoughts while at the office. He didn't let it distract him from his work.
Their evenings became filled with less conversation during dinner. Soon enough, he just began working late and she'd sit at the table with the youngsters chatting to them only. This became old, as she had no one to converse with on a more intellectual level.
Regardless, she did enjoy their presence; her mind was far away, as she envisioned the smile of Jamison, sometimes his shirtless body, or them in a tub laughing and playing together.
Several days later, John said he had to head out of town. She took him to the airport. She emailed Jamison that she'd be 'alone' for several days. He received the email, but he had taken a new position. He was obligated due to the massive child support he was bombarded with to take that particular job.