All credit to GeorgeAnderson for creating these characters and the basic scenario of Linda's outrageous transgression in his Literotica classic, "February Sucks" (https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks), also to GodivaFan for his very well-written "February Sucks -- Leap Night" (https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks-leap-night) which presents the story from Linda's p.o.v. Here's another attempt at devising a possible outcome from those events.
February sucked, and Linda has a problem
Two months had passed since Linda and Jim's picture-perfect marriage had been upended by Linda's out-of-the-blue betrayal. While their two kids were being cared for by a close family friend, they'd been out at club for a much-anticipated date with plans for night of blissful lovemaking in a hotel room they'd reserved for the occasion. And then, at the club, Linda accepted a dance invitation from the famous football superstar, Marc Lavalliere, a total stranger.
It had all happened very suddenly. Linda later told of feeling as if she'd been drawn into Lavalliere's magnetic field, that she had lost any agency over her own will and the ability to make rational choices. After what had started as an innocent dance, she had felt herself melting into his gracefully powerful body. When he'd suggested that she come home with him, she immediately agreed.
After quietly enlisting the aid of her friend Dee in distracting her husband, she had snuck out the club's back door, abandoning her distraught husband and allowing herself to be whisked away by Lavalliere to his palatial home. Once there, she spent the night in a non-stop sex marathon, fucking all night and through the next morning with an intensity she'd never before thought possible.
She'd returned home the next afternoon with a mixture of contrition and brazen rationalization. "It was only one night," she insisted to her stricken husband. "I'll never see him again. I'm still the same old me and I love you today just as much as I did yesterday." As he struggled to contain his rage and his grief, she pleaded for forgiveness and understanding. "Think of our children," she implored him, as he reeled in the shock and trauma of her sudden infidelity.
It had been, as they both knew, a betrayal of operatic proportions, and no amount of rationalization could bandage over the deep wound that Linda had inflicted on her husband and on their marriage. For Jim, the nightmare of hurt and rejection lingered, a post-traumatic pain that would not subside. The outrage of her infidelity had been compounded by the public humiliation he'd suffered when she left him sitting pathetically alone at the nightclub table surrounded by pitying friends.
Linda genuinely regretted the pain she'd perpetrated on the husband she deeply loved and the marriage that was central to her life. She resolutely set about to repair their relationship. For over ten years, he had been her best friend, her attentive lover, a wonderful father to her children. She sadly acknowledged the deep and lasting wound
that her actions had opened. During the weeks that followed, there had been many tearful nights, pleas for understanding, the constant, underlying threat of divorce.
As the weeks passed, the appeal to Jim's paternal affections and his love for his wayward wife combined to win something approaching a grudging forgiveness. Life had not quite returned to normal. Jim's anger had devolved into bouts of despondency, and she had become fearful that her wild night of infidelity had broken his spirit. Their sex life had never recovered and Linda's every venture out of the house drew Jim's suspicion.
Despite her regret at causing so much pain, Linda quietly relished the adulterous adventure that had given her the sexual thrill of a lifetime. Her infidelity had become the stuff of fantasy, a memory she called upon when she touched herself late at night while Jim slept beside her. It had been a one-time experience, something she had never planned for, but it had awakened a need in her that now translated into longing. She would have to nurse Jim back to sexual health. She had never experienced anything like the ecstasy she felt with Marc, but they had been happy with their sex life before. Maybe she could find it satisfying again.
And then in April, for a second time, Linda missed her period.
It was Wednesday afternoon, and it was raining outside, the dark gray of the sky serving to aggravate Linda's mood. Suffering from nausea and worry, she had called in sick to her job on the previous day and again that morning. She wandered through the house she shared with Jim, noting the tile floor they had laid down together in the kitchen, the soft pastel colors on the walls they'd painted together last year and the new convertible sofa in the living room where Jim had slept for the whole month of March. Little Tommy had left his Leggo set out again. She'd have to speak to him about that when he got home from school. It was not a luxurious home, nothing extravagant like Marc's place, but it was comfortable and homey, a place for raising kids and being together as a family. Her eyes took in some treasured artifacts. In a silver frame on the fireplace mantle was their wedding photo. She hadn't gotten around the replacing the glass in the frame, glass that been broken on the afternoon that she returned from her tryst when Jim hurled it across the room in a rage. There was also the crystal vase, a family heirloom, that he had broken and which she had carefully glued back together. It would never hold flowers again--the cracks couldn't be fully repaired--but she loved that vase and decided it was worth keeping, even in its diminished state.
In the kitchen, she fixed herself an English muffin and brought it back with her to the bedroom. She sat on the bed, her feet planted on the floor, staring off to the blank wall next to her nightstand.
The kids were still in school and Jim was still at work. Linda turned her face to her pillow let out a tearful sob as she contemplated the events of the previous 24 hours and her dire predicament. She picked up her phone and called her best friend and confidante, Dee.
In recent weeks, they hadn't spoken as frequently as they once did. Jim never forgave Dee for her role in aiding Linda's infidelity, and he flinched whenever her name came up. Linda always waited until Jim was gone or otherwise occupied before calling her friend.
Now, she needed someone to confide to.
There was a note of panic in Linda's voice as Dee answered the phone.
Although the house was empty, she spoke in a hushed tone, as if to confound potential eavesdroppers in the next room.
"Dee, Dee, I don't know what I'm going to do."
