Her Fairytale; His Nightmare

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Jack's Story

It was a normal evening. I was relaxing, checking out the news on the Internet when Mary came into the den. She sat in the chair next to my desk.

"You'll never guess who called me today?"

"I don't know, who?"

"Tim Thompson."

"What, your ex-boyfriend from college?"

"Yeah, how about that?"

What did he want?" I asked.

"He wanted to meet up tomorrow for dinner."

"Well, if that is something you want, then sure, we can find a babysitter for tomorrow night."

"No, no, he wants to meet me for dinner, not us."

"What? This is the guy that cheated on you when you were living together and then threw you out like so much garbage, right? You want to see him?

"Yes, I do. It would just be a chance to catch up."

"And you want to do it just the two of you."

"Yeah, well, three's a crowd, you know."

"Three's a crowd is what you say when you are on a date. Is this a date?"

"No, of course not, dear, don't be ridiculous."

"Oh, okay, then I should go with you, right?"

No, no that won't work at all, it would be better if it is just Tim and me, darling."

"Sweetie, I don't want to be a jerk, but I am very uncomfortable with you going out for dinner with your old lover alone. I mean I am

very

uncomfortable."

"Oh, that's cute, you're jealous. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen. I am the mother of two, and my body shows it. And I love you. Tim is a curiosity, not a lover."

"I don't think it is jealousy, but it is concern. It's biology. I am concerned that when you dredge up all the old memories of your past lover those hormones will kick in and lead you in the direction of a temptation that will not be good for our marriage. Besides, his Daddy's company, Thompson Industries, just closed down that plant outside of town and sent some 50 jobs over to China or some other place. This is not a good idea, I am asking you to cancel this."

While I tried to sound calm and reasonable, she suddenly responded with anger. "I am not going to cancel this. This is something I want, and I am going to do. I wasn't asking for permission; I was just telling you. You shouldn't be so weak and insecure, and frankly, I am very disappointed that you would think so little of me that I would let something happen." With that she got up and stormed out of my den.

I thought for a minute about following her and continuing the conversation but then thought better of it. Pursuing it further would only harden her position. Besides, maybe she was right, maybe I was making this more than it was. Maybe I should just trust her.

She had stormed up to our bedroom. I stayed in the den until our usual bedtime. When I got to the room, Mary was asleep or at least pretending to be asleep. I showered and joined her in bed. Sliding in behind her, she didn't stir.

The next morning, I got up early. When Mary came down, I had breakfast ready. Missing was the good morning greeting. I began a conversation in a normal tone. I apologized for the night before. She didn't even look at me.

Then moving from my apology, I explained, "you're right, I am insecure. It all started a few weeks ago when we had Lisa and Bill over for a barbeque. Bill and I were outside by the grill and you and Lisa were sitting in the dining room chatting. I stepped into the kitchen to get a beer when I overheard you explain to Lisa that Tim was the one that got away, the soulmate. That he was so good looking, that he was so good in bed and that his family was rich. You made it sound like you 'settled' on me after Tim dumped you."

Mary looked straight at me. Her eyes were big and wide, and it even seemed that she had paled a bit. After too long a pause, she finally said, "I never said that." I just looked at her and shook my head.

"You did, my dear," I said softly. "Your words were burned into my memory."

Mary just got up, left her breakfast uneaten and went upstairs without saying a word. She came back down ten minutes later, dressed, saying she had to go into work early and that I needed to take the kids to school this morning.

I just looked at her and asked in a still soft voice, "Mary, tell me things are okay."

"Of course they are" she snapped as she hurried to the door.

I knew they weren't. Her bragging on her former lover a few weeks ago, and him showing up now was more than a coincidence. Things have been in motion for some time now.

I got the kids up and ready for school. They were curious as to where their mom was as she never left that early for work. I pretended that it was nothing, it just happens in everyone's job. After dropping the kids off, I hurried to work, explained to my boss that I had some personal problems that needed to be dealt with and he assured me it was okay, just keep him informed. I called a divorce lawyer that a friend of mine had used and who had a pretty good experience with, and I was able to get an appointment that afternoon. I worked up until then and then left to speak to the attorney. He explained what the issues were in custody and property division, and at my request we scheduled another appointment the next week.

I was able to make it home early. Mary was already there. As I entered, I could hear the shower running. I made it upstairs to the bedroom and I saw her outfit laid on the bed, together with a new pair of panties with the price tag still on it. The panties were thongs, something I had never known her to wear.

When Mary finally walked out of the shower and saw me standing there, she asked, "what are you doing here?"

"I live here. You are home early. I guess to get ready for your big date, huh?"

"It's not a date! You are like a broken record, goddammit! It's just a dinner with an old friend to catch up."

She rarely cursed, that she did now suggested a good deal of anxiety, more anxiety than an innocent dinner would call for.

"Maybe not so much an old friend as an old lover. I think there is a difference there." I responded.

She said nothing.

"I must say that is a sexy dress you plan to wear. And your panties, well, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were planning a wild fucking night."

"Do you have to turn this into something filthy?"

"That is the question I have for you."

She looked like she was about to say something, but then decided against it, turned around and sat down at her makeup table and began to put her face on.

"Please don't do this. Please, let's not throw away 20 years of our lives. I love you, and I am willing to work to get you to stay. Whatever you need me to change, let me try."

She continued to ignore me, not even turning around. After a minute I walked down to the living room. She came down twenty minutes later, dressed to kill.

"Don't forget to pick up the kids at after school at 5:30" she said headed to the door.

"What do I tell them?" I asked.

She didn't respond, slamming the door behind her.

I picked up the kids. I tried to keep up a pleasant demeanor, but it was hard. I didn't feel like cooking, so I took the kids for burgers, which they enjoyed. They asked the reason for this treat, and I explained that mom was meeting a friend for dinner, and I didn't want to cook.

I hoped that this was exactly what she said it was, and she'd be home by about 8. But the hour came and went. At ten, I put the girls to bed. They asked why mom was out so late, and I told them it was an old friend, and they had a lot to talk about. I was dreading telling the truth almost as much as I was dreading learning the truth.

After putting the daughters to bed, I sat in my easy chair in the living room to wait for Mary. By midnight I was asleep in the chair. It was not an easy sleep. By dawn I gave up on sleeping and got ready for the day, Mary had still not returned. I took the girls to school, called work and told them I wasn't coming in today, then returned home.

It was 10 AM when Mary finally came home.

As she came into the house I called out, "good morning." She didn't reply and headed straight to our room. I followed her up. She pulled a suitcase from the closet and began to pack.

"Can we talk about where we are going from here?" I asked.

Saying nothing, she merely opened her purse and handed me a handwritten letter.

Jack,

I am leaving you. You are a good man, I hate that this will hurt you. But I love Tim, and I always have. We are soulmates, and we need to be together.

We are going to travel. I don't know when we will return. When I do come back we can discuss divorce. Until then I know the girls will be in good hands. You are a good father.

Take care of yourself.

Mary

"Mary?" I asked as gently as I could, "what do I tell our daughters?"

"Just tell them I've gone on vacation."

"And when they ask for how long?"

"Tell them, you don't know, tell them a while."

"Our kids aren't stupid. I won't lie to them."

Mary just stared at me, grabbed her suitcase and headed to the door and down the stairs. I followed. As she approached the front door, she put the suitcase down and turned to me and told me that Tim would be here in a few minutes, and she asked that I not make a scene.

"I wasn't going to. You can leave any time you want. You were only bound to me by love, if that is gone, then you are free." Yeah, I heard how corny it was as soon as I said it. But she looked deep into my eyes when I said it.

"Mary, I don't know if there is anything left to save at this point, but if you stay, I will try."

She picked up the suitcase, told me to stay inside, and she waited for Tim outside. Tim showed up moments later and I watched the love of my life leave me from the living room window.

Her asshole lover decided on a display of his peacock masculinity by spinning his wheels as he peeled out with my wife by his side.

I walked over to my couch and sat down, put my head in my hands and wept.

After a bit, I called Mary's mom and explained what happened. By the time the conversation had ended, Mary's mom was sobbing. I expect she was crying for me in part, more for her two granddaughters, but mostly for her daughter.

I then called the divorce lawyer.

Mary's Story

When I first received Tim's email, I was so excited. It was innocent enough at first. He told me that he had been thinking of me and of all the good times we had together and asked if I'd like to catch up. Our reminiscences soon turned to "what ifs." Then to flirting. He asked for a photo, and I sent him a recent one. He asked for more, and I sent him more. He praised how I had retained my youthful appearance, how fit I appeared. He asked for something more risqué. I started sending him nudes.

He told me we needed to get together. He said he had a business reason to come to my town, and he'd love to take me out and maybe spend some time together afterwards. "Not only to catch up, but maybe even reconnect." I knew exactly what he meant.

By this point every free moment was spent dwelling on the memories of our relationship. We met at college. He came from money, lots of it. He had a very nice apartment off campus. I had a small dorm room. My folks helped some, but most of my college was paid for with loans. He was charming and very handsome. He was my first long-term, serious relationship, and my first satisfying sexual partner. I knew I was attractive. A great figure, long, silky hair, a perfect complexion, all of which took a lot of work on my part. And so, I had my pick of boyfriends, and he was always my clear first choice. And he did an excellent job of wining and dining me. And the sex was good and often.

I moved in with Tim a month after we met. We spent almost every minute together we weren't in class. We hung out together. We studied together. We ate every meal together. We were both truly and fully besotted. I had visions of our future together and it was a thing we talked about. But our fire burned too intensely. It started when Tim joined a study group for one of his classes about ten months in. Every evening he would disappear to join a study class. That went on for only a few weeks before one morning, as I was getting ready to head for class, he unceremoniously announced that he needed me to move out, that he needed to "move on." It turned out his study group was another girl.

During our email relationship, the topic came up, and Tim described what happened as his greatest regret of his life, that it was a self-destructive and immature act to have walked away from his soulmate to chase what amounted to fluff. Hearing him described me as his soulmate made my heart soar. I began to believe in fairy tale romances.

Later, when Tim asked if I might be able to give him a night together, if I might slip the coils of marriage to have a single night of passion, to taste once more what we once had, the idea did not repulse me. As the exchange went on, he started to push all the right buttons. He validated my own musings that we were meant for each other. He validated my fantasy that we would live happily ever after. More than a single night of passion, I was ready to change my life.

The odd thing was that I didn't really hate my life. I loved my husband. He was a good man, dependable, reliable, gentle and with a good sense of humor and pleasant to be with. I loved my children. I had a good job. Sure, things were routine, the kids wore on my patience, housework was tiring, even though Jack helped a lot. Sometimes work was stressful, especially since my new supervisor was a toxic curmudgeon. But all in all, I had no complaints about my life. And what was the harm of dreaming, of fantasizing. Nothing Tim and I were chatting about could ever come true.

Until it did.

It was Monday morning, and I was at work. Tim emailed me asking for my phone number and called me immediately. He would be in my town on Wednesday and asked me to run away with him. I agreed to meet. He gave me the details. He said after a dinner, we'd go up to his room in the hotel and "discuss things." I told him I was tempted. His response was that there wasn't that much to think about, we were meant for each other. I knew he was right, but I still asked for time.

I hung up and immediately knew what I was going to do, I was going to betray Jack and my marriage and risk my family for a chance to be with the love of my life one more time. And maybe, just maybe, I was going to change my life and live out my fantasy fairy tale.

I needed to figure out a way to pull this off without Jack finding out, in case this was just going to be a one and done. The solution I came up with was simpler was better. I would tell Jack as much of the truth as possible, a meeting with an old friend to catch up. Jack trusted me, and even if he objected, he loved me so much that he would be able to get over it. It would only be a time management problem, how to get in as much loving in during the time of a simple meal and a couple of hours of reminiscences.

And if we decided to just run off together, I needed to work it so that there would be no confrontation. I did not want to watch poor Jack suffer the pain of betrayal.

The next evening, when I broke the news to Jack, he was not pleased. He asked me not to go. I accused him of being weak and insecure and lied, saying Jack would be my only lover.

The next morning, I learned of the flaw in my plan. He told me of overhearing my telling a friend that I still had a thing for Tim. I didn't talk about our hooking up or possibly running off together, only told her that he was the one who got away. I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself, it just came bubbling out. Jack had kept that to himself until I told him that Tim was in town and was taking me out for us to catch up. When he threw that conversation at me, I knew he had figured this out, all I could do now was minimize the confrontation.

He was not angry, but something else, a sadness. I would have preferred anger. It would have been easier to deal with. But instead, he was mourning the pending death of our life together.

I knew I was hurting a truly decent man, a truly good and loving human being.

But this was not going to be about him, this was going to be about me. I had a right to capture my dream.

I took the afternoon off. Jack was now completely out of my mind. I would be out of the house before Jack returned from work, so nothing would bring me down from my big evening.

First, I bought a sexy outfit for tonight. I really needed to make the right impression. I even bought some sexy underwear, no sense him seeing me in anything but the best light.

I was home by 3. Jack wouldn't be home until 6. I had just enough time to get out before Jack came in. The plan was to meet up with Tim at the restaurant in his hotel at 6. He had agreed to an early dinner to allow us more time to "reminisce" in his room. I laid out what I wanted to wear and then took my shower. After showering, I came out of the bathroom only to find Jack standing next to the bed, staring at me.

I hadn't expected that. Looking at the sexy clothes, he knew what was up, and he even taunted me with sarcasm. I could tell he was hurting. I didn't want to hurt him, but it was the cost of me getting to live the life I dreamed of.

I should have been tender at this point, but instead, I responded to his sarcasm and accused him of having a filthy mind. He let me dress in private, and as I went to leave, he gently pleaded with me to stay, offering to try to fix whatever was broken with us. This plea was not desperate, it was resigned. He seemed aware of the futility of it all. I guess he still needed to try. His plea showed just how hurt he was. I did not respond and turned my back on this gentle soul.

As soon as I left, I was able to put Jack and 20 years of marriage out of my mind and focus on the thrill ahead. I arrived early at the restaurant, too early to expect to find Tim. The restaurant was mostly empty, and I asked the hostess if I could be seated early even though my friend would not be there for at least twenty minutes. The hostess agreed. I ordered a glass of wine and waited.

Tim showed up in only ten minutes and was delighted that I came early. He complimented me on my appearance, telling me that I looked exactly like I had more than two decades ago. I explained that my husband had shown up at the house early and begged me not to leave him. Jack knew our marriage was at risk and that our dinner was not innocent. Tim quietly assured me that such unpleasantness with Jack would soon be in the past. The soothing tone of his voice, the way he gently held my hand and looked me in the eye, caused any the anxiety and guilt I felt evaporate.

We had a bottle of wine with our meal, and a bottle of champagne afterwards. I was a bit giggly heading up to his room. I felt like a college sophomore again. As soon as we were in his room, our clothes came off. He laid me on the bed and immediately entered me. I was already so wet that foreplay had occurred by simply being near each other. Our love making started out with a passion that overwhelmed the both of us and a fury entered into our actions. He soon flipped me over and I was on top dancing on his cock. I came. He had me dismount and then had me on all fours and entered me from behind. I came again. Then again, but with an orgasm so strong that it recalled sex I hadn't had in many a year. He came as I climaxed.

We laid in each other's arms for twenty minutes when it suddenly occurred to me that if I wanted to even try to pretend that this encounter was an innocent reunion of two old friends I had better get home. I started to get up and told Tim it was best I get dressed and head for home if I wanted to save my marriage. Sure, he said, but before you go, I have fantasized for so long about your wonderful oral skills, please, allow me this treat.]