From the emails I received from my first story there were several things evident. First, there are lots of horny guys out there more than ready to cheat on their wives. Second many of you want to know if the first story was true or fantasy. It was a true story. The woman named Margo is now a very good friend of mine. We met during her single time after the story took place. No, we are NOT lovers, just good friends and she wanted her story told but is not comfortable with her writing skills. She edited the story several times before it was published. Third, people wanted to know if I have more stories coming. The publishing of this one should answer that. This one is autobiographical -- it really happened to me. To tell the whole story it would take volumes, but I think this sums it up fairly well.
There will be more stories to come, some will actually have a happy ending. Since the first story was published, at least six friends have asked me to write their story too. One is exciting just to think about writing, but all six will make for interesting but different reading. Hope you enjoy them all as they are printed.
Feel free to make any comments you want -- even extremely negative ones. I will not delete any from the site. As I learn and become a better writer, hopefully the comments will improve too.
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It's Your Decision
When Frank and I married twenty years ago, we were looked on as an ideal couple. We did everything together and shared everything. We always took time for at least one date night a week to keep the fires burning as they were during our engagement. It was an agreement that Frank had initiated very early because he had witnessed his parents marriage fall apart from lack of common interests once the kids had grown and gone. We were very determined that would never happen to us. Yet, here we are in exactly that situation.
The kids are grown and away in college, and for the last two years our date nights have all but disappeared. It is impossible to recall all of the times when we had a date night scheduled and at the last minute Frank had one excuse or another to put it off. Tonight it was Jim had scored two front row seats to the Magic basketball game and he just couldn't miss the chance. By itself, I would have easily understood, but this makes seven date nights in a row with no Frank.
When he came home and told me about the game, I insisted on fifteen minutes to talk before he left. He begrudgingly acquiesced and I lit into him saying, "Frank, I'm going to have my date nights with you, or without you. I need a little consideration or else."
"Or else what?"
"Or else you have three choices. First choice, start finding time for us to spend time together at least on our dates. Second choice, divorce, or third choice, I will go on dates without you."
"What do you mean dates without me? Do you mean your going out with the girls?"
"No, Frank, I mean I will go out on dates without you, with other men. I need companionship if we are going to have a marriage. Hell, I need sex. We haven't even had a quickie in over two months. You're always too busy."
"Adriana, you can't mean you would go out and have sex with another man? That would destroy our marriage."
"As far as I'm concerned, what is happening now is destroying our marriage. Things will change, it's your choice what direction they will go. I love you Frank, and I don't want a divorce, or another man to go on dates with, but the choice is yours."
Frank looked bewildered. It wasn't as if I hadn't complained about his missing date nights, this was just more than he was ready to process. He said, "Okay, Adriana, I think I understand. I promise we will get back to having our date nights next week."
"You don't understand Frank, MY date nights will start tonight! If it isn't with you, I'll find someone to take me out to dinner and dancing or to a movie, or somewhere. It will be your choice. My first choice is for the two of us to go out and do something together, then come home at a reasonable hour and make love the rest of the night. But, if this basketball game is more important to you, I'm positive I can make two or three phone calls and find someone else to fill in for you."
"Adriana, you can't be serious. Do you really expect me to cancel my plans with Jim with the front row seats to the Magic game at the last minute?"
"Frank, like I said, it's your choice. You seem to be unwilling to cancel at the last minute with Jim, but have no reservations about canceling our date night at the last minute. So, what is your choice?"
Frank looked at me in disbelief. I think he imagined this was just a bluff on my part so he continued, "Adriana, please, just relax tonight and tomorrow morning we'll sit down and have this discussion and work on our marriage. I'm going to the game and I have to leave now to meet Jim. If you're still up when I get home from the game, we can talk then."
"Okay Frank, but I must warn you, if our bedroom door is closed and locked when you get home, you'll have to sleep in the guest room."
"Yeah, whatever." Was his comment as he left in a hurry.
To be honest, I wasn't at all surprised by his reaction and his decision. In fact, I was prepared for it. A man who works in the offices down the hall from my office had been hitting on me to go out with him for three months. Every time I'd meet Ryan on the elevator or in the hall, he'd keep telling me how lucky my husband was to have such a beautiful wife. Ryan tried several approaches including trying to get me to go to lunch with him. He had asked me to dinner dozens of times and even said, we could just be friends. Today, he caught me leaving the office and wanted me to grab a quick drink with him. I took five minutes in the hall of the office building to briefly explain the situation and what I planned to do this evening. I told him I would call him one way or the other and if things went as I expected, he and I could go out for the evening. He was elated and told me, "Adriana, if you go out with me it will make my year!"
So, now it was just for me to make the call. I thought for about ten seconds and dialed his number. "Hello Ryan, if you're up for it, I'm your for the evening."
"Wow I hoped you'd call. Tell me where and when you want to meet."
"Ryan, I'm ready when you are, and I'd like it if you picked me up at home." I gave him directions and ran to the bathroom to freshen up my make-up. Twenty minutes later, he was ringing the doorbell.