February Sucks - Awakenings
Original Story by George Anderson
https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks
used by blanket permission from the author.
This is yet another February Sucks tale. If you haven't read the original story by George Anderson, please do so first. It is truly a classic. This story starts when Jim arrives back at the hotel room which was reserved for a 'special night.' Enjoy. This is the first story I have written and it may show! The story contains, anal, vaginal and oral sex, as well as cheating, threesomes and drug use. If this is not your cup of tea, please don't 'drink' it.
Prologue from the Original Story
I turned on the light and shut the door behind me. Suddenly, I was weary beyond the telling. I dropped my winter coat on the floor and slouched toward the bedroom. There was a Godiva chocolate on each pillow. Laid out in the middle of the bed was a bra and panty set that I hadn't seen before. They were dark blue, darker than her dress, edged with black lace. In my mind's eye, I could see her modeling them, with that combination of love and sensuality in her eyes that was all her own, that had been all mine until tonight. I took the lacy little garments tenderly into my hands, as if holding them might bring her back to me. It didn't work. I wept.
My wife, my lover, my best friend, had been taken from me by another man. He had casually, easily, plucked her from right beside me, as if he had every right to do so. He didn't care what she meant to me; all he saw in her was a pretty fuck toy for the night. And she had just let him! I didn't matter enough to her to inspire even the slightest resistance. It was as if she, too, thought he had a right to her, stronger than whatever right I had earned by almost ten years as a faithful, loving husband. Yes, it was supposed to be just one night. And the next morning, I supposed. So what? And what would he, and this night, leave in her heart and mind and senses? What could I ever do that would compare to, let alone compete with, the city's hero, the handsome stud, Marc "The Asshole" LaValliere?
Saturday
"Good guys do finish last." I thought, "They always do." My mind, still in a fog, processed everything as in a dream. I mindlessly packed up our clothes. Noticing her bra and panties laid out on the bed, lewd images of my wife fucking the Asshole appeared in my thoughts. Linda fucking him missionary, her legs spread in the air giving another man full access to her being. Linda taking a stranger's cock into her mouth and swallowing his cum. Linda being pawed at, fucked, laughing at me saying I was worthless. I stumbled to the hotel room door with our plans for a night of sweet love making vanquished and replaced by a living hell. Our life together vanished as I closed the hotel room door. Gone.
Aimlessly, I got in my car and started out of the garage. "Why is she doing this to me?" my mind whined. I put more gas on the pedal and drove to nowhere. Tears dripped from my cheek as I passed the landmarks of our life. I found myself subconsciously pulling into the parking lot of the Wendy's we frequented. We had gone there many times during important times of our lives. Our decision to start a family. Wendy's. Buying our starter house. Wendy's. I now looked at the restaurant in the empty middle-of-the-night parking lot. Old snow and ice dotted the asphalt. The building seemed dark, uninviting, run-down. History. My life as I knew it became History not Future.
Still crying, I hit the steering wheel. "Why Linda? Why? God damn you! What now? Where do I go? Shit, the kids. Fuck." My mind was unrelenting. Was Linda always a two-timing bitch? I thoroughly believed, with my whole heart, that she LOVED me, wanted ONLY me. Our life. She was such a good wife. A good mom. A good...lover. Fuck. She's probably fucking Asshole right now.
Fuck. Damn...the kids. What about Emma and Tommy? Linda doesn't want me anymore. I'm no good, a loser. She dropped me even though we had special plans. We're heading for divorce. Shit do I want one? A block away from Wendy's I noticed -for the first time in my life--A Holiday Inn. "Shit. I guess I'll get a hotel." I told myself; the same actions as every man who is contemplating the end of their marriage. Husbands run instinctively towards a hotel; the wife stays home with the kids. That's what happens. That's what society obliges us to do.
"Why? Why Linda?" I cried for who knows how long... but then, slowly, the conversation at the club entered my thoughts. "Jim...you can't divorce Linda. She loves you. You are our rock. We look up to you." That's it, I'm the responsible one. The designated driver. Mr. fucking reliability. Mr. Nice guy. The kind of guy a woman wants to marry.... for security. A security blanket. That's what I am. The nice guy who gets fucked, takes it, and says, "Thank you wife, can you fuck me over more."
I looked up again. The glowing Holiday Inn neon beckoning me to become like all other men headed for divorce. Leave the house...stay in a hotel while the wife stays at home with the kids. What do I get? Alimony payments. A new mortgage. Child support payments! SHE FUCKS and I get fucked.
Suddenly, the anger that took hold in the pit of my stomach, turned into hope. Linda wants Mr. Nice Guy? Fuck her. He's dead. A tidal wave of hope washed over me. I drove home. To MY home. Despair washed away filled with Future. I had the outlines of a plan. I would not run away to a fucking motel. It was my house too.
I tussled and turned all night, but finally daylight forced me up. It was 9am. Emma and Tommy needed to be picked up by 1.
I had to plan. I had hope; an idea that beaconed to be planned. With the help of coffee and a rising clarity that Mr. 'trample-over-me- I'll-make-things-right-for-you' was no longer, I reached for the phone. I called LW, a long-term family friend and recently retired lawyer. LW retired to Florida a year ago and was one man I looked up to. He always seemed to be on top of things. To plan, you need to know your options. LW would help me know my options.
"LW, yeah, it's me Jim. Sorry for calling so early, but umm yeah... do you got a few minutes...I mean more than a few?" I said with a fairly meek voice.
"Jim!" LW said with warmth and inherent positivity, "Good to hear from you! How's things going? Linda?"
"Well, it's..."
"Jim, what's wrong?" LW instinctively guessed. "Linda ok?"
"Yep." LW was still sharp and perceptive as always. "LW...the thing is"... and I proceeded to tell him everything from last night. "...and so here I am, In my house, at eleven am. No Linda. No phone call. No text messages."
"Ouch. Jim, I got to tell you, I've been around a long time, heard a lot of stories...and well, I have to say, this is in the top ten."
I checked a small laugh out of that one and continued. "Here's the thing, I know divorce is an option, but it always seems the guy gets the shaft. I don't want that. I want to be by my Emma and Tommy. I don't want to lose anything because of this. You know? Why should I be fucked when I wasn't' the one fucking?"
"Jim, seems like you humor is starting to come back" LW hummed. "But yeah... As I see it, you do have options. Divorce, Reconciliation, Forgiveness."
"That all seems like it's on me LW. I mean Linda fucks another guy and I have to do the work."
"Well, you could get a post-nup agree..."
"LW, I gotta go." I said abruptly as I heard a distinctive sound of a high-end car pull up into the driveway. I peeked out the curtain so I could not be seen, and what I saw was another gut punch. Linda, with her right calf raised, giving Asshole a passionate good-bye kiss. Asshole grinned as Linda planted both feet on the ground and turned around to go in. He slapped her ass eliciting a sexy wiggle from Linda. Asshole got in his car and yelled, "Keep in touch babe!"
Mr. Asshole deliberately revved up his car's engines to make a scene, and over at the Miller's house, across the street, I noticed Katie Miller looking our way in shock.
"Hey Jim, I'm home." Linda sounded as if nothing strange had happened.
"Linda? I said composing myself with a fabulous idea. "Fuck where were you? Where did you go? What happened to you last night? I've been worried!" I lied feigning like I didn't know what had happened.
"Didn't Dee tell you?" Linda looked shocked and confused.
