February Sucs - a Conversation

February Sucks - A Conversation

It seems like everyone has taken a run at their version of George Anderson's story "February Sucks" (https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks). It is a story about seduction and infidelity in front of friends. Now, every time I read one of the many variations on George's story written by numerous other authors, it spikes my blood pressure once again.

So, I took a run at it with a somewhat different approach that I called "February Sucks for Some People" and now here I am doing it again. George, you really got your hooks into me with that story! Thank you for letting me play with your creation once again.

This is my version of a conversation about "February Sucks".

Oh, there is no sex in this story and there is no betrayal. Some wives are keepers.

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"Hun?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you read this story February Sucks?"

Oh, shit! I put down my book and looked at my wife. She had her laptop open and there was no question about where she was or what she was reading. Why did I show her the Literotica site?

"Hun?"

"Yeah. I read it."

"What did you think?"

That was a tricky question. "I think it was both good and bad."

I should know better. That's not the kind of answer you want to give a wife. It just annoys them.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Well, I think it was very well written, and I think I want to kill the bitch."

Oh damn, I was getting the look! Now, I didn't call her a bitch, and I didn't call anyone she knows a bitch, and I didn't even call any real, living person a bitch. I just called a character in a fictional story a bitch. Nevertheless, I sensed my evening was rapidly circling the drain.

There are different types of behavior that a pissed off, long-time-married wife will display. There is the walking away muttering to herself pissed off. That usually means you've made this mistake before, and you can overcome it if you wait about ten minutes and then go find her to apologize. Then there is the yelling in your face pissed off. That's a tough one. It can mean that you've really stepped in it this time, or it can mean she can't even begin to justify her position and she knows it. Sometimes you need to fight that one out, and sometimes you need to take it down a notch or two and try to have a conversation. Thankfully, I don't get that one very often. Then there is the silent pissed off and that's the one I was getting now. It can mean it's no big deal, or it can mean that winter came early this year.

That's the thing about married couples that have been together for a lot of years. We understand each other well enough, and our problems are seldom new. They tend to carry with them a heavy dose of "Here we go again!", but I quickly realized this one was newer than I originally thought.

We were now empty nesters. Our kids were off at college, our careers were doing well, and we were for the most part alone. Truth be told, that is another case of both good and bad. I was loving the time I got to spend with my wife of twenty-five years, and I loved not having to share her. On the other hand, I needed to step up my game. I didn't have kids running interference for me anymore and I needed to reengage with my bride. I viewed it as a time when I needed to win her back from her role of mother and make her fall in love with me all over again.

I wasn't doing well this night.

She looked back at me. "You know, it's just a story. You don't need to get so worked up about it."

"Oh, sweetheart, it's a lot more than just a story. It's every husband's nightmare."

She was looking confused like she didn't know what to make of that remark.

"Every husband who loves his wife knows he's not good enough for her."

That got me another look, a shake of her head, and her eyes returned to the screen. She thought I was shining her, but I was far from it.

"No, I'm serious. You never hear a husband say, 'Yeah, I know my wife looks like a scarecrow, but I still love her.' Husbands love their wives, and they adore looking at them. Every husband knows his wife is better looking, more desirable, more graceful, funnier, and more adept in every social situation than he is. They know they can't dance, but their wives humor them just so they can get out on the floor and show off a little and we love it! And we love them! But deep in our hearts we know that someday someone who is bigger, stronger, better looking, or just plain richer might come along and turn her head."

"You really think that about me?"

"Yes and no. I think that about myself."

There's that look again. She wasn't sure what she thought of my revelation, and I found myself wondering how this could be news to her?

"I think you have far too much class, and too much pride, and too much honor to cheat on me, but deep down inside I know that someday you might be sorely tempted, and you might just decide I'm not worth the effort. It might just be a moment of weakness, or it might be a long-term decision, but every husband who loves his wife knows that someday it could happen. Every husband knows that they are not the only man who thinks their wife is desirable. And if I'm being completely honest, every husband knows that there are men out there who won't let a wedding ring stop them or even slow them down. That's what I hate about that story. It's that nightmare that every husband has and can never fully escape."

It seemed we just sat there staring at each other for the longest time, but it was probably no more than twenty or thirty seconds. I was waiting for a response, and I had no idea what to expect. Twenty-five years and there are still times when I cannot read this woman!

She took a deep breath and it seemed that she'd reached a decision. She closed her laptop, stood, and walked over to where I was sitting. She took my hands and pulled me to my feet. "Come on." That's all she said.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to bed early tonight. You're going to make love to your wife."

"Oh. Okay. I'd like that." I was grinning like a fool.

"And then tomorrow you're taking me out to dinner and dancing."

"Okay. I'd like that, too." Wait a minute. Isn't that how George's story started?

It was a short winter in our house that night and the thaw came early. I took her to dinner and dancing the next night and a week later we signed up for dancing lessons.

We both learned something from that experience. My wife learned that even successful men with the very best wives have their insecurities. I learned that my wife doesn't like me stepping on her toes when we danced. We talked about both in the coming weeks, and we continued the process of falling in love all over again.

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So sue me. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. This is, of course, a work of complete fiction unless you are a married man and see a little of your own life between the lines of this simple story.