Flash story about a wife's exposed secrets. No new territory for LW. Mild BTB, no sex.
I guess I shouldn't have been snooping. I thought I was just being a bit insensitive, invading my wife's privacy. I had the best of intentions, at least that's what I told myself when I found her diaries. I thought if I read a little bit of them I would learn some secret desire she had. Something that would allow me to get her the perfect fifteenth anniversary gift. Well, what I found DID eventually give me an idea for her anniversary gift, it just took me a while to put it together.... It took me QUITE a while, nearly a full five years.
I guess I should fill in some of the back story. Sandy and I (James) were high school sweethearts. We were deeply in love and discovered the joys of sex at an early age. Unfortunately, we were a little slow in learning about contraception and Sandy got pregnant in the spring of our Senior year.
Our parents were not happy with us and took us out of town to be married in a very quiet civil service attended by the 4 parents and the two of us. Even though we we're both 18, if the school had found out, we both would have been expelled, so we hid the pregnancy until graduation. Not the most fantastic beginning for a marriage, but we were excited about the baby.... Make that babies, yes with an "s,"... twins, one of each.
Luckily, Sandy's father was able to get me a job on his construction crew, so I was able to modestly provide for my new wife and children. In time, I became a crew leader which gave us enough money to afford a nice house in a working class neighborhood.
I worked long hours and Sandy spent all her time caring for our children. We didn't have much time to ourselves. Our social life was limited to kid functions except for the occasional times our parents took the kids overnight. We had busy lives, but we maintained a reasonably active sex life.
I took classes during the slower winter months and eventually earned an associates degree in business management. When the kids entered Middle School I was promoted to a Regional Manager position. Things got much easier for us financially and my hours become a little more regular. The only drawback was I had to travel to the Home Office for some Manager meetings. That usually meant I was gone 3-4 days every other month.
With the kids being older, Sandy decided to get her Realtors license and was hired by Henderson Realty who listed several of the "spec houses" we built. They were a large firm and Sandy did showings for them. She didn't make a lot of money, but she enjoyed the work, even though it meant she often worked odd hours.
The summer before the twins were to start their freshman year of high school, Sandy and I were approaching our 15th wedding anniversary. I had been saving money to do something special for her, but just couldn't think of anything special to get her. One Saturday afternoon, the kids were gone and Sandy had a showing, so I was home alone. I was getting desperate to come up with something special, so I thought I'd look through her closet and jewelry items in the hope of finding inspiration of some sort.
I looked at her outfits and just didn't have a clue what she might need or want. Then I decided to check out her jewelry box. What she had was pretty modest and I thought maybe a nice diamond tennis bracelet would do the trick. As I was putting her jewelry box back into the draw, it kinda stuck and I realized there was something in the back of the drawer preventing the box from going back in completely.
I dug around and pulled out three small books. Each book was nicely bound and had a small flap and lock to secure them. I stared at the books and it dawned on me that they must be her diaries. I never knew she kept a diary. I had never seen her writing in it and she had never spoken of them. That should have told me they were very personal and I shouldn't mess with them, but curiosity had always been one of my weaknesses. "And besides, maybe it will give me a great idea for her gift!" Yeah, that's the rationalization I used when I cracked open her private diaries and began reading.
It appeared she had started them when the kids were about two and much of the first two books were just recaps of important childhood events and not much else. The third book was much more recent and talked of her struggles to pass her Realtors exam and landing the job with Henderson. It went on to talk about how nervous she'd been when she did her first showing and how grateful she was to have Brad Henderson (the owners son) help her write her first contract and consummate her first sale.
Apparently, she worked a lot with Brad because the next several pages of entries were filled with her activities with him. One particular entry caused me to pause. Sandy had written a detailed description of young Mr Henderson. From her writings I learned he was 24, so nearly ten years younger than me, tall and "very well built, with delicious deep blue eyes and a smile that could melt a girl's panties." What the fuck? I quickly read farther into the book and my world began to crumble.
Checking the dates of her entries, I figured out it took Brad about six months to get her into bed and they fucked several times over the following year. No doubt their affair would have continued, but Brad's Grandfather, who owned several vacation resorts on the west coast, convinced Brad to move out west and become his understudy.
Sandy's entries over the last year often lamented the loss of her "delicious guilty pleasure." Well, that revelation certainly ended any plans for making our 15th anniversary special. She got a cheap bouquet of flowers,... period, no card, no dinner and no sex.
Reading her diary clearly showed she had been quite smitten with Brad and felt no compunction about cheating on me. I had no doubt she would still be gleefully fucking the asshat if he hadn't left town. Her cavalier attitude about cheating had me wondering if she was currently looking for a stud to replace Brad.
I focused on being supportive of my kids and let my feelings for the only girl I'd every love slowly die. My plan was to stay married to the cheating bitch until the kids left for college. We live in a No Fault state, so there was little I could do to protect myself from the courts. I dumped most of the money we had saved into a tuition account for the kids, knowing that I would be responsible for that anyway. I also began to slowly collect cash and rare coins and keep them in a safe in a rented, fire proof, climate controlled, storage unit under my brother's name.
