Edited by DB448
In nature, a seemingly random sequence of events can destroy things that have taken a long time to build up. Sometimes those things can never be reformed the way they were no matter how much we want them to. As an example let's say the wind blows, this causes a small twig to fall from a tree on a hillside. The twig lands on and dislodges a pebble that held a rock in place. The rock was the only thing preventing the boulders near the top of the hill from becoming an avalanche that sweeps away a town at the bottom of the hill.
My name is Robbie Patrick, not Rob, or Bob, or Bert, just Robbie, and that series of seemingly random events is very similar to what destroyed my happy marriage.
My wife Carly and I are typical DINKS. (Double Income No Kids) We have a nice house in the suburbs around Detroit. We've both got great jobs, and life is good. We had thus far decided against doing our duty to help propagate the human race out of pure selfishness. We thought that we had all the time in the world to have kids later. So for now we were busy collecting our toys and taking trips to and from exotic locations and just having fun with each other.
I'm 5' 10, 170, dark brown hair and eyes, reasonably good looking and in great shape due to running between 50 and 70 miles a week. I usually run a couple of Marathons a year, so I like to stay fit.
Carly, the apple of my eye is about 5' even and 160. She has collar length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. You've heard of people whose smile can light up a room? Well Carly's smile can light up a city. She's kind of smaller on top, so most of that 160 pounds is hips, thighs and ass. About a year ago Carly noticed that she was getting a little muffin around her middle. It didn't bother me in the least; I thought it was kind of cute. But she was depressed about it for a couple of days until I suggested that she get rid of it by coming out to run with me.
Initially she loved the idea, even going as far as buying herself all kinds of nice outfits to run in, and 3 pairs of running shoes. The actual implementation of the idea was much less successful. OK why sugar coat it. We were not compatible in terms of running. The two of us running together went over like a fart in church. If I slowed down so much that it seemed like I was running backwards, it was still too fast for Carly. If she sped up to the point that she could only run for a couple of minutes, it was still too slow to be comfortable for me.
The answer was quick in coming though. While we were out for our 2nd and last run, we spotted a group of 6 or 7 women running together. Carly shooed me off to run by myself while she joined up with them. In a few weeks when summer came along, Carly's running group decided to switch to running in the mornings to beat the summer heat. I stuck to my evening schedule, except for my longer runs on Sunday morning. This worked great for us, or so I thought.
Our typical pattern was for Carly to wake up at 5:30 a.m. be out of the house by 5:45, go run with the girls and be back between 7 and 7:20. She did this 3 times a week, usually Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
I would usually go out right after she did, get her favorite coffee from Tim Horton's with a Doughnut or a Bagel, and sometimes flowers, and have them waiting for her when she got back. I'd also iron her clothes for work and make sure there was gas in her car etc. All the things a loving husband is supposed to do.
That was how it went on that ill fated morning nearly 2 weeks ago. Carly came into our bedroom still breathing heavily and plopped herself down on the bed beside me. Though it looked like I was asleep I wasn't. She tentatively poked me, to see if I was awake. Before her fingers made contact I turned around and grabbed her and pulled her into a long affectionate kiss. She smelled great: that should have set off an alarm in my mind, but it didn't.
"I knew you were faking it, you faker" she laughed.
I reached beside the bed and brought up a tray with her coffee and doughnuts and a single red rose for her. I could see the beginning of a tear forming in the corner of her eye. I don't really get it, because I do things like this for her all the time, but it still seems like the first time to her every time I do. I will never figure women out.
"Coffee, doughnuts, and a rose" she said as she held her chin like one of those cheesy TV detectives.
"I think I've solved this case" she continued, talking as if someone other than me was listening to her.
"It appears, to my experienced and brilliant powers of deduction" she said, pausing for dramatic effect and then looking suspiciously at me. "That someone around here was not satisfied with riding me like a pony for half of last night. The culprit behind the coffee, doughnuts, and the innocent looking rose, obviously wants some early morning pussy" the last 3 words uttered in a lust filled tone.
Needless to say we were both late for work that morning, and a lot of mornings actually, so I really believed that things between us were solid. At that time I'd have given my life for her without hesitation. How quickly things can change.
That very Wednesday evening, as I came into the house and changed into my running gear, I kissed Carly as she was mopping the kitchen floor. This was a telltale sign that we were having someone over for dinner. As I kissed her I noticed a light film of sweat on Carly's brow from the exertion of mopping. I didn't even think about it then, but a seed had been planted in my mind.
"Don't be too late, I need you to man the grill" she said, as she traded my quick peck for a much more passionate open mouthed lip lock. As we kissed Carly's hands wandered into the front of my shorts.
"Carly if you keep that up I'll never get out of here" I said smiling.
"Well I've got something down here that you've been out of since this morning and it needs to be filled, by you" said Carly as I pulled away from her.
"I'll fill it up when I get back" I smirked, another kiss and I was out the door.
A little while later, and about a mile into my run, I was ecstatic. I had Evanescence on my ipod, I was doing something I loved and the world was a beautiful place. Then it happened, one of those seemingly random acts. A drop of sweat rolled from my forehead into my eye causing me to wipe my eye. It also caused me to think back to earlier events. Something wasn't right about Carly. Why would she smell so fresh after coming in from her 4 mile run this morning, and then build up a sweat doing some light cleaning? Something didn't fit, but I couldn't really see what was wrong.
Our dinner guest turned out to be one half of one of the couples that we socialized with in the neighborhood. They were an older couple, Georgette and Tom. Georgette was here alone, because they were getting a divorce.
Carly had invited her over to lend a sympathetic ear, and basically be supportive, with me along for the ride. After I grilled the steaks we sat down and Georgette started whining about how Tom was fucking his secretary and had just taken off with her to Mexico. I excused myself and went to the garage to spend some time on my favorite toy. I was getting my 06 Mustang GT ready for the Woodward Dream Cruise. I was putting in some billet Grills just to make it look a little different, although with her shaker ram air hood system, it was already different enough. I really should have paid more attention to Georgette, but at that moment I didn't realize that her experience might have been beneficial to me as well.
The next day, a Thursday, Carly didn't have to run so she woke me up with a blow job that I can still feel now, almost 2 weeks later.
"That should keep you from even looking at your goddamned secretary" she smirked.
"After you let me fuck your ass last night, I was going to fire her" I laughed.
Carly rolled over and hugged me really tightly and we stayed like that for a while.
"Please don't ever cheat on me" she said quietly.
"I promise, I never will" I said, and I meant it. I just didn't understand Carly sometimes. I loved her with all of my heart and soul and after 8 years of marriage we still had sex usually a couple of times a day. Who in their right mind would want to fuck that up? Women are crazy.
That night I went out to run and rounding a corner in the park, I saw the familiar form of a person that I didn't know. I know that makes no sense at all, but it was true. The form was familiar, because I'd seen her lots of times before. But we'd never spoken, so I really didn't know her.
"Hi" I said, slowing down to match her pace. "Why are you out here today?" I asked.
She was kind of guarded, as I guess she should have been. After all she was a woman running alone, and I was a strange guy coming up to her.
"I'm Robbie" I said.
Obviously my statement of identification had no effect. Carly must not talk about me very much when they run.
"Carly's husband" I said as if that was going to clear things up.
She still looked puzzled, but she smiled, and her smile was a thing of beauty. It wasn't a 10 mega watt all mouth and teeth smile meant to lull thousands of people, like my Carly had. Nope this was a barely crinkle her lips, no teeth smile that also recruited her beautiful green eyes, and even her nose into it smile, that was meant exclusively for one person, and that person was me. Even though I was madly in love with my wife at the time, that smile gave me pause. Shit it more than gave me pause; that smile almost gave me a concussion. Her smile caused me not to pay any attention to where we were running and if she hadn't grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it, I'd have run right smack into a tree.
"Who's Carly?" she said stifling a full on laugh.
Now it was my turn to be puzzled. How could she not know who Carly was?
"She runs with you, in the mornings" I said.
"Nope, we don't have a Carly" she said. "But I've seen you around here lots of times and I've been meaning to talk you" she continued.
"My name is Rebecca, everyone calls me Becca" she said holding out a tiny hand. "I've heard that you run Marathons and I'm upping my mileage because I think I'd like to run one, but I don't know the first thing about it" she said.
"Well I could help you with that" I offered.
And for the next few miles we talked about the type of training runs she would need. We talked about the long run, and recovery runs, and pacing, and the importance of picking the right race. We even started talking about doing our weekend long runs together. I told her how some people liked to do them on Saturday, and she quickly said "Sunday is better"
"Why, got a hot date on Saturday morning" I laughed.
"Something like that" she said, punctuating it with another one of those awesome smiles. Then she left the running path, vowing to meet me here Sunday morning bright and early.
