I haven't submitted anything for a while. I've written a lot, but haven't been satisfied with my endings, so nothing has made it quite this far. I've struggled, and tried various ideas, but just haven't been able to close the door. Then this story just kind of popped out of my head fully formed. So thank you to whatever muse got into my head last night! No B's got B'd, and there was no reason not to R so the AAC doesn't matter. The story could go into Romance just as easily, but it does involve a loving wife, and that's where I post, so be forewarned.
I'd like to thank my editor, me, for making this a better story. he proof red it 2x, butt i went back and fixe sum spot wear he missed sum things, sew don't blame him 4 those places, their mai fault!
Enjoy!
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What a great day this has been!
I turned 45. Woo hoo! My kids threw me a party Saturday, then we drove them off to college on Sunday. Tina and I came home and celebrated our birthdays together last night. Her birthday was Friday, so the party was for both of us. I really thought that was it, but today it was my actual birthday, and Tina went all out for me. This morning, I knew I had to go to work, so I couldn't sleep in. But what a wife I have! She woke me with the best blow job ever. Then she met me for lunch and took me to the best steakhouse in town for a lunch of top sirloin with all the trimmings. She then took me across the street to the Hilton where she had taken a room, informed me that she had arranged for the afternoon off with my boss, and proceeded to fuck my lights out.
She had dressed in lingerie! I know, big deal, lots of women wear lingerie! Many wear something sexy every day, but not my Tina! She was a granny panty armored bra type of girl, and even wore stylish Kevlar to bed. But she went all out for my birthday. Lacy thong, stocking with garter belt, deep plunging lacy bra, and topped off with a slip beneath her sexy LBD. Ok, I know again, big deal on the slip, right? Well it is for me! Dammit that's just one more soft and silky layer to unwrap on my way to that hot a sultry treat beneath, sign me up! She was hot!
She was hotter once I had finished unwrapping that lovely present. Milky white skin, perfect globes of prime USDA choice breast meat and legs that went on forever. She had the class to blush when I told her she was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. Then she unfolded her body and opened up inviting me to sample her delights.
I did more than sample, I indulged. But I'm not a selfish lover. I took care of her needs. Then I took care of them again, and again before finishing myself. You see, I enjoy my climax much more after having lived through several climaxes that I've caused in my partner. We were both spent, and panting, and then she let me know.
"Del, that was wonderful. But I'm afraid it's the last time for us. I've decided I want to be on my own, after living with my parents before college and you and the kids after. The only chance I've had to be mine and only mine was that short time in college, before we met. I find myself regretting that, so I'm moving out.
"I won't ask for anything but what's mine in the divorce, so I won't be devastating you financially at least. And I do intend to divorce you. There are papers on your desk, you can sign them anytime you like, or not. I guess don't really care, since I don't intend to marry again. So if you don't sign them, we'll just be married but separate. It occurred to me you might someday find someone else, and it wouldn't be fair of me to stop you. However, it also occurred to me that I might be making a mistake, and someday I might return to you. If you can live with that, just leave things as they are. I guess it's your option.
"I don't want you to think there is another man. I wouldn't do that to you, cheat behind your back. And in case you're thinking it, there is no other woman either. I'm not mad at you, and you've been a perfect husband, lover and father, so don't think you've done anything wrong. This is all on me. I take the blame, and I will be calling the kids tonight after I leave so they won't think less of you. They love you. So do I for that matter. I will always love you. I just want to love myself now. I want to live by myself. I want to be selfish, and feel no guilt. Please allow me. Please let me go."
I listened carefully. I digested each word she said, and after thinking of it all, I decided it was ok. I know! I should have been pissed. I should have cried. I should have raged against the machine without going quietly into that good night! Well maybe that's a bit dramatic, but at the watershed moments in life, it's kind of natural to find solace in the words of great wordsmiths. Poets, songwriters and authors have probably explored every feeling and situation known to man. After all, that proverbial infinite number of monkeys have been typing away on their infinite number of typewriters, word processors, desktops, laptops, palm pilots and tablets long enough that all the great tales have probably been told. Songs raced in one direction through my newly 45 year old brain while poems whooshed by in another and quotes from sappy break up movies in another and great books filling in all of the empty spaces then... calm.
That's right. Calm. My heart didn't pound. My eyes didn't tear up. There was no sense of malaise or loss. Something felt right. Tina sat there, beautifully naked, worrying, and I didn't care. Her eyes watered. I didn't care. She wrung her hands piteously. I didn't care. She looked at me expectantly, and still I didn't care. I felt... nothing.
Her eyes were glued to me as I stepped into the bathroom, and locked the door. The sower was hot and luxurious. I took my time with it, washing all the good parts twice, with plenty of soap. Yeah a guy can't have too much lather in a steamy shower! I made no pretense of hiding my activity, and roared with my climax in just the way I usually do. I'm sure she didn't miss it. When finished, I slipped on the robe, dried my hair, and stepped into the room.
"I would have done that for you," she sobbed as bitter tears ran down her cheeks. "It is your birthday, and I wanted our last time to be memorable on your day."
What queer idea! But her tears and her wishes had no impact on me. She didn't want me anymore. The perfect husband, the perfect lover, the perfect father of her children had nothing to offer.
"Ok then, right! It was indeed memorable Tina. Thank you for my birthday present. So this is goodbye. I hope you find the peace and happiness you seek!"
I strolled to the phone and dialed room service.
"Good afternoon, this is Del Turner in room 1205. I'd like to order a bottle of Champagne. Perrier or Veuf-Cliquot if you have it... Veuf-Cliquot it is! No I don't care about the price, it's my birthday and I'm celebrating. Also please send a bowl of strawberries, and one of your hummus appetizers. I could do with a snack too. Thank you!"
Tina brightened up as I ordered. And when I hung up the phone, she slipped into the shower. She came out in the other bathrobe toweling her hair dry. The champagne and strawberries were there on a room service cart and her eyes brightened.
"Still celebrating, I see!"
"Yes indeed! It isn't every day you turn 45! What a great day it was!"
"Pour me a glass please? We can toast!"
"Oh... No, sorry. I only asked for one glass. You did say you were leaving."
"Del, I'm not leaving right now! We still have a big night ahead of us. I thought we would go out with a bang! Pun intended! After all we had a great run, and we can't let it end with a whimper!"
"Oh! Sorry I misunderstood. Regardless, I think 'done' should mean 'done.' I just don't see the sense in going back and revisiting things now that I know they are over. You're right, we had a great run! But now that we're through, carrying on would be too much of a tease for me to take. So I think it's best if you get dressed and go. I'll spend the night here so you can clear out of the house, and then I'll come by tomorrow morning and sign your papers. As for me, I have a birthday to celebrate, and have to find someone new to accompany me."
Her face fell. I guess I had gone off script. She slowly moved to dress, and while she did she kept glancing at me. I supposed she wanted to know if I was looking at her beautiful body. I could see her in my peripheral vision, but didn't dare give her the satisfaction of looking her way.
"You have plans for tonight?"
"Tina, I have plans for this night every year! Why would it be different this year?"
"I don't know. I just thought we'd spend our last night together. I had no idea you cared so little for me! You don't seem at all upset."
"Oh stop whining! You're acting like a twelve year old! Facts are facts. You don't want me anymore. You prefer to be alone. What can I do about that? Nothing! Why get all emotional about something you have no control over? I'm not going to waste my time chasing after a woman who doesn't want me after all these years. But, I do still have a plan for my life. It includes a happy wife to retire with, to travel with, to go out with and enjoy life in general. You were clear, you aren't as happy with me as you would be alone, or eventually with someone who may or not be me! Ok! It's pretty confusing, but I get it, no go discover yourself and be happy. Please go now so I can move on and find a date for the Emerald Club tonight."
"The Emerald Club? Del, I've been asking you to take me there for years! Did you know Frank and Connie are there tonight? They've been sold out for weeks! And who are you texting while I'm talking to you? How rude?"
"Emerald Club, Yes. I know you wanted to go, that's why I got tickets for tonight. I tried for your birthday on Friday, but they were sold out, and besides I thought you would like Frank and Connie better than Myrtle Sands, since you are such a fan of theirs. So yes I knew they were there. That was the plan. I'm texting Jennie Klein to see if she wants to go. As I said, I need someone to accompany me in my ex wife's place..."
"Ex Wife! Not yet! There is still the matter..."
"Legal schmiegel. Tina, your speech earlier was our real divorce. You are gone emotionally, and mentally, and I have no idea why you are still here physically. You got your last hurrah before leaving for your solitary Journey of discovery. The sex was good, your message was clear, my acceptance is complete, and yet you refuse to leave me alone. Come on, you just declared your free agency! Like it or not, that means you've given me mine!"
Ding.
We both looked at my phone, knowing the text it just announced was another milestone in the slow death of our marriage. I picked it up and read it, without sharing the answer with Tina.
"Well? What did she say?"
"Doesn't matter. It's not your business."
"Del, Jennifer is the biggest gossip. You realize you've just outed us as 'separated' to the whole town."
"I've got nothing to hide."
"Neither do I! I just didn't think things would move this fast!"
"I don't feel bad for you. I didn't think they'd move at all."
"Take me instead. Maybe I was a bit hasty."
