This is a story of fiction. This is a copyrighted work and may not be published by anyone but me, Zeb_Carter.
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It was one of the biggest arguments we had ever had. So big that I moved out of our home. For more than ten years it had been our home. Now, well now it was just a place where I had lived for the last six months. My wife and I had met eleven years earlier. It was at, of all places, a wedding. I was a friend of the groom, she was a friend of the bride. We danced together the entire night. Her name was Jennifer, she liked to be called Jen or Jenny. She was thirty-seven, I was thirty-five. After that night we started seeing each other almost exclusively. I say almost exclusively because we really hadn't agreed to do that yet.
I had a date or two over the next month or so. Jenny had several also. Mine didn't amount to much, at least for me they didn't, I really liked Jenny. I guess hers didn't pan out to much either. After a couple of months, we were out on one of our many dates when I brought up us being exclusive. She wasn't surprised and agreed readily. We were on our way to a life together. Six months after that I asked her to marry me. She said yes. No thinking about it, no hesitation. Just a resounding yes. Three months later we were married.
She was a tiger in bed. I was really happy about that. Even after we married, she was always eager to climb into bed with me whenever I wanted. She hardly ever initiated our sex sessions. On the rare occasions Jenny started our lovemaking, she was even hotter than usual. I really loved her and she said she loved me. She loved to experiment. Oral, Anal, Bondage. She loved it all. She also showed me some things that I didn't know about. Our sex life was great and varied.
After ten years, she just suddenly shut down. Not all at once, but slowly over about a year. First, she stopped allowing me to perform anal sex. Then bondage. Then she stopped wanting to give me blowjobs. She still liked me giving her oral sex for a while, then she would stop me and just tell me to stick it in her and fuck her until I came. Then that stopped too. I was cut off. No explanation. I thought it might be a medical problem. I asked her to make an appointment with the doctor. She did.
The doctor ran a bunch of tests. They all came back normal. Her hormones were normal. All the parts of her they could or had tests for came back normal. The doctor suggested it might be an emotional problem. Jenny just snorted and shook her head. I nodded at the doctor and left the room so they could talk in private. Jenny came out crying. I tried to comfort her, but she just shook off my arm and hurried ahead. She had an appointment with the staff psychiatrist. I was hopeful.
She kept her appointment. For the next three months, she went to the psychiatrist. Then she told me I was to come with her. I would like to say that we had sex as she talked about what was bothering her, but we didn't. We arrived at the doctor's office. It was a woman psychiatrist. She sat behind her desk. Jenny and I were in the two chairs in front of her desk. The doctor's name was Amy Meyers.
"Jen," Amy told her.
Jenny looked at me, turning in her seat to face me. She didn't smile. She was crying. I shook my head as she began.
"My wonderful husband, John...you have been wonderful, loving and caring. I have fallen in love with another, I'm sorry to tell you. No, not another man. She came into my life six months ago. She taught me things...she taught me how to love another woman. She..."
"Fuck you slut!" I shouted, getting up and walking out of the doctor's office.
"John, please listen, I love you, I really do," she shouted as she followed me out into the hallway.
"Bullshit! If you loved me you wouldn't be cheating on me with another woman, now would you?"
"But, John..."
"Like I said in there, fuck you slut. Go live with your sweetheart, whore."
Jen dropped to her knees crying even harder. I was out the door and in the car driving away before Jenny could catch me. I watched her in the rearview mirror as I sped out of the parking lot. I went home, even though I knew she would be right behind me. I stood at the front door, waiting for her. I saw a strange car pull up in the drive. It was Amy and Jenny. I laughed.
When the door opened, I made sure it closed before the doctor could get in. Jenny went to reopen it, but I blocked her, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the couch. Doctor Meyers started pounding on the front door. I ignored it.
"So, are you leaving me for this woman? Or do you want me to leave? I asked calmly.
"John, I still love you..."
"But not enough to have sex with me or even hug me anymore?"
"John, my dear, you have to understand..."
"Oh I understand, you cheated on me with a woman. You are a slut. A whore."
"John, I'm none of those," she was crying again.
"You better bone up on the definitions of those words. You are a cheating whore. Although those two words together are redundant."
"Oh god, John, I love you..."
"But you're not sorry you cheated on me, right?"
"Uh..."
"Tell me you're sorry for cheating on me and you'll never do it again!" I almost shouted.
"I can't. I don't know what will happen..."
"Fuck you. The house is in both our names. Do you want me to leave so you can set up house with your lover? Or do you want to leave?"
"I'm not leaving you, John. Please let me explain..."
I turned, went to the front door and opened it. Amy almost fell in.
"You can move in with your lover now," I told her.
"What? Jen, did you tell him?" she asked Jenny.
"No, but you just did." I just shook my head.
"Well, nice ethics you have Doc. Real nice. I will be reporting you."
I went upstairs and started packing my clothes. It took me an hour to move out with as much stuff as I felt was mine. The computers went with me. I left Jen the tablet. The laptop I had was owned by the company I worked for. I got my clothes and a bunch of towels and such. I also pulled all the guns out of the gun safe. Those I locked in the trunk and dumped all the clothes and stuff on top.
I went back in, looked around one last time. Jen was on the couch with Amy, talking.
"'Bye slut," I told Jen.
"John, wait a minute," Amy said.
I looked at her with murder in my eyes. She shut her mouth before she could utter another word. I just stared at her.
"Well, how does it feel to be a home wrecker, bitch?"
"John, things happen..."
"Oh shut the fuck up cunt!" I shouted and walked out the door slamming it as hard as I could behind me. Three of the six glass panes broke. I laughed loudly.
I drove away.
Six months later I had moved into an apartment close to work. I heard from friends that Jenny had left Amy. I had to laugh again. Then I got a check in the mail with a note from Jen. "This is your half of the equity we had in the house at the time you left." It was a pretty handsome sum. I also heard she couldn't keep up with the mortgage payments once she broke up with Amy. Again I laughed. I also heard she was living in an apartment close to her work.
I was also informed by the State Ethics Board that Amy had lost both her licenses. Her license to practice medicine and her psychiatric license. I guess that's when she and Jen broke up. One of the witnesses called was Jen. I guess she told the truth. At least I had a little to feel good about. Neither of us filed for divorce. I wasn't seeing anyone, I threw myself into my work. I did hear Jen went out with a couple of guys she worked with but always went home alone.
I still loved her, deep down inside. And after a year of being apart, I started to rethink a lot of things. But I'll be damned if I would make the first move. Although I thought about her a lot. A whole lot.
Then the letter showed up. I almost tossed it in the garbage. I stood there looking at the handwritten envelope. It was her handwriting. Instead of throwing it out, I put it on my dresser. Right in the middle so I saw it each day when I got up and when I went to bed. After about a week, I opened it.
Dear John,
I had to laugh. I was wondering if she got the significance of that salutation. Probably not.
Dear John,
I hope this letter finds you well. No, I really do. I want to apologize to you. What I did, with Amy, was my fault and completely wrong of me to even contemplate. I am so sorry I hurt you.
A lot has happened. To me and others. I broke up with Amy...not quite true, she broke up with me after I testified against her. I told her I wouldn't lie for her. Anyway, she can no longer practice. She had to take a menial task at a fast food place. No one else would hire her. I'm pretty sure you're glad to hear that.
John, I must tell you, I have gone out on dates with other men. I let them take me to dinner, then I went home alone. I just can't find anyone as nice as you were to me when we were dating. I also know that was wrong and I'm sorry I did it, but you made pretty clear you never wanted to see me again. Also, I haven't even looked at another woman. I hope that surprises you. I also hope this surprises you. I love you. With all my heart.
I love you so much, I can't think of anyone but you. You are in my thoughts all day and all night. I dream of you. When I wake up in the morning I think of you first thing. I look over to your side of the bed. I cry when I don't find you there.
Please tell me what I have to do to get you to come back to me. I am at your mercy. I am your wife. I will do anything you tell me to do. Honest. I need to talk to you about this, in person, not over the phone, not in a return letter. You know my cell number. Text me a time and place to meet you. I'll be there, I promise.
Love you,
Jenny
I set the letter down. I was sitting there wondering if she really meant what she wrote? I let the letter sit there for another week before I decided to text her and see what happened. What would it cost, a couple of hours, a couple of bucks?
I texted her that Friday night.
"8:30p Holiday Inn Rm 1204."
I got her reply.
"I'll be there."
I had the room. I just needed to pick up some beer and wine. We would see how far she was willing to go. I got to the room at seven. I got some ice for the cooler. Then I lay down and watched some T.V.
The knock on the door came at exactly 8:30. I got up and opened the door. She was beautiful. My heart started to pound in my chest. She had on a sexy red cocktail dress. Red stockings and red underwear. Well, at least her bra was red. I had to assume her panties were also if she was wearing any.
"Come in," I told her standing aside.
"Thank you," she said reaching up and caressing my cheek as she passed me. I sighed quietly.
"You're welcome," I said closing the door.
We turned and faced each other. I looked her up and down. She smiled. I scowled. She stopped smiling.
"Well?" I asked.
"Well, like my letter said, I will do anything to get you back." I nodded.
"Take your clothes off," I told her. She frowned. "Or do I rip them off?"
"Okay, I'll take them off," she said. "Unzip my dress?"
She turned her back to me. I gently pulled the zipper down. She shrugged her shoulders and let the dress float down her body to puddle around her feet. Bending over she not only picked up her dress, she showed me she was wearing a thong. She still had a great looking ass. She stood up, tossed the dress on the bed, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Shrugging her shoulders she let it fall, catching it in her hand. She tossed it on the bed with her dress. Turning back to face me, she slipped her thong down her legs and tossed it over the shoulder.
"I assume you want me to keep the stockings and garter belt on?"
"That will be fine," I told her looking at her body. God, she was so beautiful.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Anything. You said you will do anything I ask."
