Writers note: This is a story about a wife being given a choice, as the title says "Him or Me". The usual disclaimers, I do not write about "Willing Cuckolds" there will be not be a "Hotwife" in my stories. If these are your interests or they are your fantasy/nightmare then move on and stop reading now you won't find them here. One last thing I do not burn any wives or girlfriends. This is almost a "We need to talk" story.
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(The conversation)
My name is Gary Smith. I am married to a beautiful woman, Corrine. We have been married for thirty years with no children by mutual choice. We decided long ago we are just not built to be parents.
Both my wife and I look good for our age. We are both fifty, but, due to our healthy lifestyle, we exercise regularly. We are both gym enthusiasts and we both could pass for a couple in their forties. Corinne, is 5ft. 5in. Tall with a mature but slim body with long grey/brown hair. I am 6ft tall and well built due to my job as a warehouse supervisor.
My wife works for a medical company as a PA/Sales person. She has been with the company for a couple of years. She works for a female CEO, and she also works with a group of women, some married and some single. As a group, they are very effective and they are all good at their jobs.
My wife is especially good at helping out her boss and the other women and she is very successful at selling their products.
We have been to various social and work occasions with the group of women and their husbands and boyfriends and we get along well. My wife's salary and my salary mean we live well and we enjoy holidays in Europe and Asia and North and South America. We both drive our own cars, which are paid for, and we have paid off the mortgage on our house, so, life is good.
Throughout our married life we have maintained a healthy sex life. Obviously, when we first got married it was 5 or 6 times a week but now, in our later years, its 3 or 4 times a week. I know its horrible getting old. We have done most things couples do to keep the spark and romance alive.
Over the years, we have role-played, had sex in public, romantic evenings, romantic holidays, romantic nights out on the town, dancing, you name it we have done it.
Of course, everything hasn't always been a bed of roses, but, we talk through our problems and we sort them out. Our views on fidelity and our marital status are the same.
At least I thought so! It was time to have a "we need to talk" moment, I was waiting for my wife to come home. No, she wasn't late, I was early. I wanted to be here waiting for her so I can catch her off guard. Corrine, opened the front door and called out, "Gary? Where are you? Why are you home early?" she called out. She had obviously seen my car in the drive.
"Corrine, come into the kitchen, I want to clarify something." I said loud enough for her to hear me.
She came into the kitchen carrying her laptop bag and briefcase and as always she was wearing a stylish business suit that hugged her body.
I was struck, once again, on how beautiful my wife is, even at her age she still turns heads and I know she gets hit on by men, but, I have never had any reason to doubt her or to mistrust her, until this moment.
"Corrine, please sit down. Some information has come into my possession and I want to share with you." I said careful as she sat down opposite me with a worried expression.
"Gary my love, what's going on?" she said with obvious concern.
"Corinne, I want the truth, you go out with clients as part of your sales job, right?"
"Yes, Gary, you know I do, my love what's this about?" She said, getting defensive.
"Yes, my love, I know you take clients out and vice versa. It's part of your job. However this question is important, are you alone with clients or do you go out with a team or a group of your colleagues?" I asked.
"Well," she said, "most of the time it's a team thing, but yes I admit occasionally it's a one on one situation. Gary, you already know this, I have always told you about these meetings and I always act professionally, nothing happens apart from contract signing or an exchange of information, so please Gary, I'm worried what's going on?"
I showed her a photo of her current client, Mr Richard Watkins. "So, how are the negotiations going with your current client? The dashing, handsome, rich, young, client?" I said looking directly at her face, I was a bit surprised to see her look down at the table, I think she was embarrassed and didn't know how reply.
"Um, well it's going okay, but the contract is complicated, and well he has asked me to personally help it go through." She had stopped looking down at the table and looked directly at me.
"So, when three of your colleagues contact me and tell me they are concerned about you and about how close you are getting to Mr Watkins, can I be reassured that this client and you have a "professional" relationship, and not a "personal" relationship which your colleagues are hinting at" I asked.
At first she opened her mouth and then closed it, then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Gary, I can't believe you even think I would do anything with anyone except you. I can't believe that you believe other people instead of talking to me first. Gary, it really isn't what you think it is."
I showed her a photo of Richard and my wife walking out of a restaurant, he had his arm around her waist.
At that point she stood up, "Gary, nothing inappropriate has happened between Mr Watkins and myself. That photo of us leaving that restaurant is exactly as it is, a client and myself going for a business lunch, he was just being friendly. And he was just helping me out of the restaurant, I wasn't feeling well."
She paused for a moment and sighed heavily, "There were lots of customers around and we sat by the window. I made sure we were never out of sight of other customers. So, Gary, I am hurt you apparently do not trust me."
She sighed again, "I'm, tired, its been a long day for me, and yes this contract is stressing me out, I am going to shower and go to bed, please give me time to cool down."
"Corinne, I really hope that shower is not covering anything, or getting rid of anything." I stated.
She looked as if she wanted to shout at me in anger, but she must have realised how it might look.
She then stood up, took off her suit, and stood their in a beautiful red lace bra and knickers set that I bought her for Christmas. There was nothing different about her body, no marks on her body, she looked at me daring me to say something.
"Corinne, thank you, you are very beautiful thank you for reassuring me."
With that she picked up her stuff and walked purposely upstairs. I heard the shower going and then nothing, I assumed she had got into bed and gone to sleep. I looked at the other photos that my wife didn't see.
Whoever took these photos knew exactly what they were doing. From a certain perspective, it showed a couple, laughing and joking and the occasional hand touching from Richard's side.
My wife didn't appear to reciprocate, until the sixth photo, and by then they had both obviously been drinking and they had been in the restaurant for two hours according to the time on the photos. It was obvious my wife was unsteady on her feet, and like the perfect gentleman Mr Watkins put his arm around Corinne to assist her.
She was leaning heavily on his shoulder. That was the last photo I was sent, the message attached was direct and to the point.
(Gary, if you value your marriage, and if you are half the man your wife tells us you are, get to it and stop this predator. To the best of my knowledge, your wife hasn't crossed any boundaries, at least nothing that you couldn't forgive, yet, but he is working on her. )
I turned out the lights and walked upstairs to the bedroom expecting it to be shut and blocked. We don't have locks, so the bedroom door was open and my wife was sitting up hugging herself.
She looked up at me and I could see she had been crying. She looked up and saw me, tears were falling down her face. She knelt up on the bed and opened her arms.
She was wearing one of my old t-shirts, one that was too big for her to wear outside, so she used it as a night gown. She looks very sexy in it and cute at the same time. It was probably the look she was going for.
"Gary, I'm sorry, please Gary, please hug me. I need you to love me, you are everything to me. I swear to you, nothing has happened between Richard Watkins and me."
"Corrine, you are the love of my life, but I swear to you, if you have done anything that would not pass the husband test with Richard Watkins then we are finished. One and done, no more strikes. So, this is your chance to come clean, tell me, what is going on with you and Mr Watkins."
"Gary, I swear to you, all we have done is had business lunches, and just once met in a bar, but it was only one evening, I have never come home late from the other business meetings. And Richard has never pressured me into anything." She sounded sincere.
"So, no holding hands, no touching of any kind, no kissing, no hugging? All these things you and he didn't do?" I said looking directly into her eyes, I knew she couldn't lie to me.
"Well, honestly, yes he took my hand on a couple of occasions, yes I remember once he did kiss me, we were supposed to air kiss, like the Europeans do, but he turned his head and kissed my lips, but honestly I backed away from him, he didn't do it again."
She paused for a moment collecting her thoughts. "He also has hugged me a couple of times, but Gary, he initiated everything, I thought he was just being friendly. I realise now I was just being played."
