Quick writer's note:
Tags for this story: Cheating, Cheating Wife, Consequences and Remorse.
Conversations 02 - Two Halves
is the second story in an on-going series of conversations among lovers, former lovers, and their families. This conversation is between a wife and her husband right after he reveals that he knows about her affair.
This story should be just over a single Literotica page. I hope to keep the conversations relevant and a quick read.
I want to thank my editors for their collaboration and input in this story; Charlie, John, Simepop, Ma Fille Rouge, High Luster and KenD.
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I'm sitting here in the dark by choice, the soft glow of my iPad providing the only light. As I often do when I'm alone, I contemplate the last day I was happy.
It was one of those days when I arrived home late. Again. The house was uncharacteristically dark and quiet. If I didn't make it home on time, Allen usually had all the lights on and dinner for our daughter, Kathryn, in progress. I parked next to Allen's empty spot thinking
they must have gone out for dinner.
I was starving and hoped that they would bring something home for me.
I entered the house, placed my stuff down in the entryway and proceeded to our bedroom to change into something more casual. Now I could relax and wait for their return.
My thoughts drifted to the two hours I had just spent with Luca.
Damn, that boy knows how to rock my world!
The way he rolls me around on his king-sized bed and takes me with that king-sized cock.
It's not like Allen is small or inexperienced. He's probably more like average, and Allen has a different, equally desirable skill. Unlike Luca, Allen takes his time with me and turns me on until I spin out of control and beg for more. On the other hand, the naughtiness that Luca comes up with, combined with his glorious cock, keeps me wet and wanting for hours.
I know I'm being selfish; I want them both in my life.
I hadn't set out to cheat on my husband of five years, the opportunity just kind of manifested itself on a girl's night out. Luca kept flirting with me and buying me drinks. That night I ended up in the parking lot letting him take me in the backseat of his SUV.
That one-time indiscretion was the start of a steady string of misdeeds, usually once but sometimes twice a week. I never ignored Allen's needs. In fact, I think I became better at meeting them.
I'd been a happy girl for the past four months; I was getting everything I wanted—no, everything I deserved! What thirty-one-year-old woman wouldn't take advantage of a big-dicked twenty-seven-year-old stud on top of a first-rate husband and lover? I convinced myself that even Allen would walk on the wild side if a younger hottie wanted to fuck him blind on a regular basis.
I immediately regretted that thought. I knew better. Allen would never risk his family for a cheap thrill. That made me rethink what I was doing for the hundredth time and for the hundredth time I resolved to end it with Luca. I needed to focus on my family. I was ready to have a child of my own. I know Allen would love to have another child, especially with me. We talk about it all the time, but every time I got close to taking steps to make it reality, something blocked me. Recently it's been Luca.
I can never think about having a baby with Allen without thinking of Kathryn. Kathryn is a special little girl, but I'm just her stepmother. Her mother, Lilly, died after giving birth due to some undetected medical complications.
The sorrow tore me up every time I thought about it.
Lilly would be so proud of her little girl and the way Allen raised her, but Lilly wasn't here to see it. I am. I'm so proud of how Allen stepped up and made Kathryn the focus of his life. It's one of the many qualities that attracted me to him in the first place. I also knew that, if Lilly hadn't passed, he would still be with her today. That's the way his love is.
I hung my work clothes up in our dry-cleaning closet and reminded myself to grab them the next time I went to the mall
.
I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of wine and moved towards the den to relax until my loved ones got home. Something on the table caught my attention. It took me a few moments to figure out what I was looking at. My throat tightened, and I instantly broke out into a cold sweat. Holding down a cheaply printed picture of Luca and I was a pair of ornate arcs.
I immediately recognized them: the two halves of Allen's wedding ring. I instinctively reached for the matching ring encircling my own finger.
The black tungsten base shined strangely along it's cut edge. The Koa wood and Mother-of-Pearl inlay were chipped where the grinder split Allen's treasure in two.
Why did he have to do that?
We had our rings specially made to represent our destination wedding. The Koa wood represented Hawaii and the shell insert reflected our love of the ocean.
I remember Allen slipping my ring on my finger during our beach vows. It was absolutely the greatest day of my life. It suddenly dawned on me that I had thrown away everything I've always desired for nothing more than a good fuck.
Allen's was a half size bigger than his normal ring size so he could force it over his enlarged knuckle. Being a machinist, he got his glove caught in a spindle years ago and it left him a constant reminder of why you don't wear gloves around spinning equipment. I remembered how he had to grease his finger and how painful it was for him to force the ring over his knuckle, but he insisted on wearing it. He wasn't concerned nowadays since he never worked around turning equipment anymore.
I knew in my heart that Allen would never come back to me. I knew that because he would joke about losing his finger before that ring would ever come off. I guess he found a way to remove it while keeping his finger intact. Set diagonally on the picture was a post-it with two simple words: "Call me."
I slumped into the chair beside me. My eyes welled with tears. I realized I was holding my breath and I released it with a groan.
How could I have been so stupid?
My chest was tight, and it was hard to breathe as I sat there, staring at the grotesque photo of Luca, naked, on top of me. My face plainly visible. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed my cheating ways. A million thoughts went through my mind, but I seemed incapable of holding onto any of them. I couldn't imagine where Allen would have gone. He had no living family. It had been just the two of us in his life for the past six and half years.
We met when I was visiting my sister in Chicago. Our long-distance courtship lasted eight months before Allen and his daughter relocated to live here with me. As Allen would say, "A good machinist can find work anywhere." He was right. It didn't take him long to find a well-paying job. We finalized our commitment twelve months later when we married each other on that wonderful Hawaiian beach.
I knew now that I was destined to spend the rest of my life without him and without Kathryn.
I got up, wiped my tears on my sleeve and went to my purse to retrieve my phone thinking, I'll
never know how bad it is until I talk with him.
I paced around the house, trying to screw up enough courage to call my husband. I sipped my glass of wine hoping that some liquid courage would help me press that call button. Not ready to sit, I continued my laps, only stopping to refill my glass more than once.
I sat down at the table and stared at the two halves of his ring. I slid them around on the table. I lined them up to make them the perfect circle they once were, but the circle was incomplete. Allen had removed a small wedge out of one of the halves so they would never be perfect again. I realized that the state of Allen's ring was also the state of my marriage: incomplete and never to be whole again.
I downed the rest of my wine, almost ready to see how fucked I was. I pressed and held the speed dial button for Allen. His phone rang twice. "Hello July. I see you found my note." There was a slight tremor in his voice and an edge that told me he was anxiously waiting for me to make this call.
I sat silent, listening to the road noise before I squeaked out, "Hi Allen," I paused for a brief moment and then poured out my soul to the only man I've ever truly loved, "I'm so sorry Allen! I messed up so badly. Please, please forgive me."
"I know July. I wish this would have ended differently."
"What do you mean? Where the hell are you?" It dawned on me that I could hear his truck thrumming in the background of our call.
He was driving.
"We're on the road. We packed our stuff and headed out. I didn't see any reason for us to stick around."
"Allen, we can fix this! I promise, it was a stupid thing. I love you. Only you." I could feel myself becoming overwhelmed with emotions again, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"July, we've talked about this. This is the only thing I could never forgive." He paused for a second, I could hear him taking deep breaths, "You chose
him
over
