Story 5
This is a work of fiction, well some is. My name is Robert, my friends call me Rob. This story is told from my perspective, but parts are filled in based on information that came to me later-on. So don't everyone go getting in a snit about the first-person vs third person switch back and forth when that happens. Otherwise I hope you enjoy the read.
"If you love me, you will let me do this." How many husbands have heard those words come from their wives' mouths?
Those were the words that my wife said to me, over what had started out as a romantic dinner to celebrate our fifth anniversary. And then my world pretty much went to hell.
So how did we get to this point? My very good looking 29-year-old wife has just revealed to me that she wants to have sex with other men outside our marriage. She said it, plain and simple. At least it was plain and simple to me.
I had planned a great dinner-out at one of our favourite restaurants that was a higher-end place with actual white tablecloths and a decent wine list. I even bought her a diamond necklace that I knew she wanted from all the hints that she had dropped since her birthday. I spent almost a thousand dollars on that damn necklace and now I have to get my money back.
During the meal I sensed that she was nervous about something and our normal relaxed conversation was, well...forced to a degree. She looked distracted. She looked nervous about something. Her eyes were darting about the room like she was looking for something or someone. She normally looked me in the eyes when she talked to me but tonight, she was looking at the table, her wine glass, just about anywhere else than at me.
Finally after we had eaten the main course and were having another glass of wine, she got around to what she wanted to really talk about.
"Honey, I need to tell you something that has been bothering me, it's been on my mind for a while now and I need to do something about it."
I stopped and put my wine glass down. What was she talking about? The tone of her voice got low. That was the voice that she used when she wanted to talk about something that she was serious about. What was it that was bothering her?
My brain immediately thought that she might be going to tell me that she was ready to start talking about starting a family. We had talked about it before, several times in fact over the last three years, but had decided to delay having children until we had achieved more success in our professional careers and saved a bigger nest-egg to take care of the cost of having a child. Well we had done that, and I was keen to get on with making us a bigger family. Was she ready? I was sure hoping that this is what she wanted to talk about. But her lack of eye contact told me that maybe that wasn't it. If you want to talk about making babies normally you might have a big foolish grin on your face and make nothing but eye contact. What the hell was going on?
'Honey, I want to do something that I'm not sure that you are going agree with right now, but it is something that I have thought about very carefully and it's kind of important to me."
My wife of five years, Andrea, swallowed and said, " I need to explore my life outside of our relationship. I need to have some freedom to explore who I am and through that I know that it will allow me to be a better wife for you."
Huh, what? To say that I was confused, mystified, upset, angry; well, I was all of those to varying degrees at the same time. What the fuck?
"Dear, what are you talking about?" I put my hands on the table palms down and looked her square in the eyes as I said that. My face had my puzzled look.
She avoided looking at me as she replied, "I need to explore other relationships besides you Rob. I want your agreement beforehand so that you don't get upset and all weird when I do."
My blood pressure was now starting to go up exponentially and I could feel the veins in my neck pushing against my shirt collar. "Just what kind of relationships are you talking about Andrea?"
"Well, I suppose they might be with all kinds of people."
My confusion was increasing every second as my breathing became laboured and my lungs were refusing to take in air. "Could you be a tad more specific please!" I said with a direct tone and as I held my breath.
"Well, I think I might want to see some other men."
"What the fuck are talking about Andrea? You want to have an affair and you want me to agree to it before you run out and have sex with other men? Jesus Christ!"
My voice was going up in volume and some of the other diners at the restaurant could probably hear what I had just said.
"Keep your voice down Honey, there is no need to have everyone hear what we are talking about."
I realized that she wanted to spring this little tidbit of news on me here in a public place so that I wouldn't scream at her. She ambushed me alright. Got me good. I wanted to throw up that expensive supper right than and there. My stomach was in a giant knot. The only thing I could think to say was, "Why?"
"Why do you want to 'see' other men Andrea?"
"Well, I think I need the space to explore myself."
"Explore yourself! What the fuck does that mean Andrea? Are you saying you want to go and have sex with other men? Are you leaving me?"
"No Dear, I'm not leaving you. There are a lot of reasons why I need to do this. But believe me, I love you very much and you are my soulmate. I want us to have a family and grow old together. But right now I need to feel certain things that I'm not feeling right now, and I want your permission to explore those things, that's all. It would only be for a few months and then I would be yours, and only yours Rob, your wife again, I promise."
OK, this was pretty much the worst possible thing that my simple mind could imagine. My wife of five years has announced during our anniversary dinner that she wants to be able to have sex with other men. She wants me to sit idly by and agree to all this and then she promises to resume our marriage at some point when she feels fulfilled, as if nothing has happened; but she will be a better wife for having done that.
I was stunned. Speechless. I had no response. My brain was dead. My lungs could not draw air.
I stood up, carefully put my napkin on the table, picked up my wine glass and drank what was left in it, carefully put the glass down, then turned and walked out of the restaurant.
"Honey, where are you going?"