My attempt at the ending of a story first published by Kalimaxos entitled: Just Once... If You Don't Mind
Best to read Kalimaxos original story before delving into my rendition of the ending.
Judging from all the comments this story left quite an impression on many readers. Here is my rendition.
As I moved towards the door to see who was knocking, I realized I had just hung up on Marcy in the middle of one of the most important conversations of my life. How stupid was that, as I should have just ignored the knock on my back door.
When I opened the door and saw Leslie seductively standing there, I just let her in. Before I could gather my wits, she handed me a folder that she said was from Marcy. I immediately forgot Leslie was even there and tore open the folder to ponder its contents.
After reading the letter from Marcy my anger boiled to the surface. I looked over at Leslie standing there with a bottle of wine and heard her say, "so what do we do now Rick".
My answer was curt and to the point. I told her, "I have just received the most disturbing letter I have ever received in my life, Leslie. The first thing we are going to do is end this charade orchestrated between you and Marcy involving me as a sexual toy for you and your husband.
Please go back to your husband and if you have any intention of helping me until I figure this mess out, bring a casserole next time rather than a bottle of wine and your sexy self on a plate."
Leslie quietly slinked off into the evening's darkness disappointed she would not immediately as her lover within the confines of her open marriage with her husband Vince.
I slumped into a kitchen chair trying to absorb the emotional toll this epistle from Marcy had created. As a colonel in the Army I had been trained to process information under pressure and decide what best to do about the impending crisis. However, at this moment I felt as helpless as a baby with a wet diaper.
My wife wanted a free pass for six weeks from our marriage. No matter how much I tried to concentrate and develop a plan of action moving forward, the only thought I could muster was that Marcy, the mother of my children and wife of 24 years had just confirmed that she was having an affair with Dr. Trey and would be cohabitating with him for six weeks.
I had so many more questions I wanted to ask Marcy but now it was too late and all I could do was fret about where our damaged marriage was heading. Slowly I turned off the kitchen lights and retired to an empty bedroom to undergo my nightly ritual before turning in.
Tomorrow was going to be a crucial day and I needed a clear head to decide how I was going to handle the ultimatum my wife had thrown at my feet. I definitely wasn't going to let her dictate how the next six weeks would play out.
It goes without saying that I slept little that night and finally decided at 3:00 AM to rise and face the facts.
I fixed myself a cup of coffee and tried to make some sense out of what was happening in Bogota, Colombia with Marcy, and her lover Dr. Trey, and how I was going to handle this heart wrenching situation.
One thing became perfectly clear to me that morning. There was no way I was going to sit around for six weeks twiddling my thumbs while my wife and Dr. Trey operated on the poor people of that country during the day and fucked each other's brains out at night.
All of my professional life I was the military head honcho that made decisions that affected all of the soldiers under my command. I tried to understand where Marcy was coming from but just could not swallow the fact she had preplanned the six week tryst while dictating my response as if I were a robot under her control.
Worse still the fact that she had told Leslie and her husband Vincent that I was fair game for their open marriage life style, without consulting me, just blew my mind.
Once again as I sat at my work desk in our study my mind kept dwelling on the emotional side of these devastating revelations by my wife to the point I could not think rationally.
I wanted to shake her and confront Dr. Trey Cardoza, the bastard who had put the moves on her and was now sleeping with her each night in a hotel room paid for by the hospital system and Doctors Without Borders.
What was I going to do? One thing became perfectly clear and that was since I was not going to sit around and let these six weeks play out, I had to devise a plan.
I had to focus and use my military training to plan a path forward.
I still loved my wife but this level of betrayal and smugness was just not going to fly no matter how it might affect our 24 year marriage.
I decided to put to pen and paper with the information I had gleaned from the phone conversation I had with Penny, Marcy and Dr. Trey last night.
As I started to unjumble this mess, I started with Penny and her part of the phone conversation with me. She admitted that another male member of the medical team was in her room when she answered the phone.
Not only was this dude in her room but he was obviously fucking her as well. She had revealed this fact when she told me that this was the "first time" she had ever done such a thing.
How would I feel if a friend knew of my wife's dalliances and did not inform me of this fact?
So the first thing I wrote on my yellow legal pad of paper was to call her husband Josh Washington and deliver this disturbing news. He deserved to know that his wife Penny was screwing another member of the medical team while he kept the home fires burning brightly.
Next on my to do list was dealing with the good doctor Trey. I knew that this tryst with my wife was just a casual affair to him. He had a steady girlfriend and from what I knew, was in the process of setting a wedding date. This insufferable jerk was going to pay a price both personally and financially for what he was doing if I had anything to say about it.
I had heard that a spouse could bring a civil tort case against the company whose employee had started an affair with any of the people who worked under him. Hey, isn't "under him" an appropriate way to describe what he was doing with my wife!
As for my wife, for whom I had ended my active military career months ago, there was so much baggage I needed to unpack that I didn't know where to begin.
Last on my list was an appointment with a divorce lawyer to see what ground work needed to be taken if Marcy and I found no way to begin our marriage anew.
This is the first time I thought of divorce because even after dealing with all this crap, I knew I still loved her and wanted her in my life. After all, I had given up trying to achieve the rank of general, as well as ended my flying career so that I could make this marriage work.
All of these things were difficult for me to do but I knew if I didn't, our marriage would surely be over. Sure I was still mad as hell over the way she handled this fiasco of a trip and given me my "working orders" before leaving. However, I knew I needed to try and salvage our relationship after 24 years of marriage to the love of my life and two wonderful adult children in Kyle and Rhonda.
Then there was Marcy's parents as well as my own. I knew how devasting my revelation of her infidelity would be for all of them. Especially if the outcome became divorce.
I always slept better once a plan for any problem was in place. The next morning I awoke and immediately changed into my running clothes to take my morning jog. As I ran,
I thought of how difficult the first phone call would be with Penny's husband Josh. When I returned to our house after my run I stripped, took a shower and got something to eat.
I was not sure what Josh's work schedule was so I decided to look for a divorce lawyer first and get with Josh that evening. I called work and asked our legal team who was the most reliable divorce attorney in town.
With that information I called his office and got an appointment for the following week. In the meantime I reread the letter Leslie delivered to me last night. It was so surreal to hear my loving wife speak to me the way she did in the letter.
How could she deduce that spending six weeks with Dr. Trey was reasonable? Once again I felt the pain and betrayal she had created, but this time I got angry.
What was lacking from this whole charade I thought. The answer came to me quickly, the missing link was communication. Communication between us which had now developed into an unmanageable situation as far as I was concerned.
There was little else I could do until evening came and I could talk to Josh Washington about his wife's affair in Bogota.
The only phone number I had for Josh was his home phone. As six PM approached I could wait no longer and picked up the phone to dial his number.
"Hello, he said, who is this?" "Josh this is Rick Weston".
His tone changed quickly and he replied, " hey Rick how are you and what have you heard from our wives about the trip".
I hesitated for a moment and said, "Josh I have some information I think you need to know and it's not good".
Josh knew something bad was about to be revealed and I am sure his mind was racing as I began to speak. I told him everything that had occurred during my conversation with his wife Penny and Marcy the night before.
I could hear Josh sobbing and then he told me that he had seen signs before her departure that disturbed him and now that his suspicions were confirmed he was beside himself. After a long silence we agreed to meet as both of us had a common purpose now and we felt talking about it in person might help us both cope with this devastating news.
We agreed to meet at Josh's office once he had called his usual baby sitter to watch the kids. His office was close by and empty this time of the evening.
When I arrived Josh was waiting for me at the door. I thought, as I looked at him that he had obviously been crying and looked like hell. I wondered if he had the same impression of me as we faced each other and moved into his office building.
Walking into Josh's office he turned on the lights and shut the door even though we were the only two people in the building. There was no casual talk between us, Josh wanted to get right to the situation at hand.