Sure

This is a short 'Honey we have to Talk' story. No sex to speak of.

"Honey we Have to talk"

Those infamous 5 words you hate to hear from your spouse. My beautiful wife had uttered those words in a serious fashion. I felt dread overcome my being as I feared her next words.

"You know I love you"

"Sure?" Not knowing where she was going.

"We have been married for seven years, and we have discussed having children." This was something I had wanted to have, but she kept putting me off.

"I know you and my parents have wanted us to have grand children for them."

"Sure?" This gave me some hope.

"I want us to start having babies six months from now."

"That's wonderful darling." I held my arms out for an embrace, but she held back, as she obviously had more to say.

"I want to finish up work projects before we get into serious baby making."

"Sure. I have waited seven years, what is another six months." I joyfully approached her with my arms still extended. She put her arms out to stop me. She had something to add.

"I want to sow my wild oats first."

"Sure. Wait, what?? You mean like mountain climbing?" We had talked about this a while back.

"No. I want to have sex outside our marriage to make up for what I didn't do before we married."

"That is not going to happen."

"It is just going to be sex. I still love you and want to grow old with you and our children and grand children."

"Sure, that is what you say now. But there will be changes."

"No it will just be meaningless sex. Purely physical, no emotions."

"Over my dead body." (Just an expression, folks.)

"I know you love me, and you will let me do this."

"This will be the end of us."

"No. This will just be a blip. You will see."

"Sure. But you realize we will get divorced."

"No we won't. This is temporary. It is just a shock. We will probably be stronger for it. I also could take you to the cleaners in a divorce. Plus you are an out of shape guy. You won't do better than me."

I knew she was more attractive than me. But was she calling me ugly? "Sure. When will this start?"

"This weekend."

"With whom?"

"Just someone from work."

"Sure." I turned my back and walked away.

"Just six months," she shouted at me from a distance. I just gave her the finger as I left the room.

Friday was three days away. I had three days to plan. I made one phone call and I was all set.

That Friday she was all set to leave. I had ignored and avoided her in the meantime, just uttering 'sure' as my one word answer to anything she asked.

She came downstairs to the basement into my man cave. She twirled. "How do I look?"

"I don't care."

She tried to lean down to kiss me but I turned my cheek for a glancing kiss. "Don't be that way. I will be home on Sunday. Bye"

Sunday afternoon came with her strutting into the house. She definitely looked happy. "Where are you, Harry?"

"Out on the deck," I responded.

"Well you are still here. That is a good sign. I filled up my car with gas and my credit card worked. Then I checked our savings from the ATM and it was all there. Nothing seems missing in the house. And, you are still wearing your wedding ring. You are obviously okay with the situation."

"Sure."

"Well, I am going upstairs to shower. You can reclaim me later."

She bent down to kiss me then stopped. "What is that smell? Have you been painting?"

"Brilliant, Sherlock. You didn't notice my painter's overalls?"

"You know I am allergic to paint and turpentine?"

"Sure."

"Go wash up and you can make sweet love to me. I had rough sex but I need your tender touch."

"I am still painting in the basement, sorry."

She went upstairs. I counted the seconds before I heard, "Harry!".

She rushed back out to the deck, stopping ten feet away from me, "Our bedroom is empty! Where is our bed?"

"In the spare room."

"Why is our bed in the spare room?"

"I am painting the master bedroom tomorrow. It will take a few weeks to finish it and the on-suite."

"Why are you painting our bedroom."

"I am glad you asked. The reason I am painting 'your' bedroom is I called our Real Estate agent and she had some interesting information." I paused to have some of this sink in.

"We are not selling our home. We bought this seven years ago with the express interest of being a good home for our children. It is an excellent school district. And if you want a divorce, I am getting the house," she remarked emphatically.

"We are not selling now. I called her to get an appraisal. Since most of our assets is in the equity of our house, she said that with paint and other cosmetic changes, our house would be worth $50,000 to $75,000 more."

"Get those thoughts out of your head. We are not selling or getting a divorce. Now I really need a shower. Is the main family bathroom available?"

"Sure." Then I counted the seconds.

"Harry!" And back she came. "Where are your things?"

"Downstairs. I don't want the paint smell to get you sick. I will stay in the basement. We are lucky to have it set up as an in-law suite. The full kitchen enables me to stay out of your way."

"You aren't staying with me?"

"It is safer this way."

"I don't like this Harry. How can this help us?"

"The sweat equity I am providing will give us more money."

"I'm not talking about money. What about us a couple?"

"You should of thought about that before 'sowing your oats'."

"I love you, Harry."

"Sure."

"No, really I do. This is something I have to do before I get pregnant."

"Sure."

And so our lives progressed. It took me three weeks to finish the master. Then two weeks to finish the other two spare bedrooms. On weekends I was painting the basement.

I moved her bedroom and clothes back to the master while it took three weeks to finish the last spare and main bathroom.

After ten weeks, she came home from her latest tryst. She went upstairs then rushed out to the deck, "Where is my bed now Harry?"

"Down in the basement. You can't be upstairs while I finish the main floor."

"I don't want to be in the basement."

"You could always stay with your boyfriend. By the end of the six months, the house should be finished."

"He's not my boyfriend. I don't even like him. It's only physical. I love you!"

"Sure."

And so it went on. I stalled as long as I could. I didn't want to be finished before the six month dead line. But after four months, she surprised me.

"Harry, I am ending my sowing wild oats period. I want you back in my life. I want to help you finish the painting."

"You can't help me with your allergies."

"No, but if I gave you some money to hire a helper could you be finished sooner?"

"How much money?"

"I could give you $5,000. Would that be enough to hire someone."

"Sure." Realistically that was twice as much as I needed. "But you need to end it with your boyfriend. No others but me."

"I have already ended it. The sex was great, but I miss the intimacy that we had." I would find out later that he was the one to end things.

"We can start making babies as soon as the paint smell leaves the house. I am going out to get a crib for the baby's room and other stuff." She seemed deliriously happy.

"Wait, this is too soon for me." I was trying to think on my feet. "I think we should buy another investment property to build up our equity. More painting will be required."

"Okay, Honey, as long as you shower before you come home."

"We would need to put a second mortgage on our house to deal with the other property. $75,000 should be all we need."

"Okay. That's free money anyways. Clean up and meet me upstairs now. I am so horny."

This was going too fast for my liking. I thought getting another property was good quick thinking. Now, what do I do with sex? I was incredibly horny as well. I went upstairs.

"Why do you still have the painters overalls on?"

"I'm just so use to wearing them."

"Take them off and Take me."

"They're clean." Her body looked good. I didn't want her to get a look at mine. "Since my body disgusts you so much, I'm leaving them on."

"How are we going to make love with them on."

"There's a front flap."

"That is hardly romantic, but I need you so bad. Come here."

"Wait. Turn over on your knees."

"Okay, but hurry."

We had sex. I tried to fuck her as hard as possible. We used all the positions where her back was to me.

When she was in the reverse cow-girl, she put her hand on my cock to guide me, "Why are you wearing a condom? How can I get pregnant?"

I stopped mid stream, "We have to wait first."

"Wait for what?"

"A couple of things. You have to get tested for STDs first and more importantly, I want to know that you are not already pregnant."

"Okay. Just put your cock back in." We finished having sex. I fucked her hard. No tender loving, limited kisses and cuddles. No kind words. I will admit I had a powerful orgasm not really caring if she had one. She actually had two, but were meaningless to me. I still had feelings for her but they were now fleeting.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the basement. I don't want you tricking me into unprotected sex."

"I want you here with me. I miss the intimacy. Sex was great but your tender loving is what I miss the most."

"Get tested first."

This gave me a few weeks to make a new plan. The next day I made two other phone calls. One was to my lawyer.

Things turned into a new normal. It took a few weeks to get the tests. We still had protected sex. What can I say, I'm human.

Later

"Here are the results. I don't have a STD. Tonight we can start having real sex."

"What about your pregnancy test. I am not raising someone else's kid."

"My period came four days ago."

"Go to your gynecologist to sign off."

"You don't trust me?"

"Sure. Go see your doctor."

One week later I had my confirmation. "Now get upstairs mister. Time to get busy."

"There is something else I need."

"What now?"

"I need us to have a post-nuptial agreement." I handed her the agreement my lawyer helped draw up.

"Don't you trust me?"

"No."

"I don't want a post-nuptial."

"Well if you cannot trust yourself, we should just get divorced now."

"No I trust myself. Give me that damn agreement."

"Take it to your lawyer."

She let her lawyer look at it and he tried to discourage her from signing. The terms were 90/10 against the adulterous party. Personally, I don't think her lawyer trusted her either. She signed.

"Here's your damn agreement. Now I want something."

"What?"

"Take those overalls off."

"Sure."

"Wow. You look great Honey. You've lost a ton of weight."

We had sex. No loving but more fucking. "Come on Honey. Give me your cum."

Try as I did, I couldn't hold back and eventually had another huge orgasm. At least she didn't. She was happy to have me back.

Another six months later

She wasn't pregnant and she was getting antsy. I was antsy myself. I wanted her to get pregnant.

Two months later

Our other property was finished. We realized a net profit of $180,000 all together. But she still wasn't pregnant. I was getting desperate. I even looked into drugging her and having sex with someone else but later changed my mind.

I then told her I was thinking of divorce again as she wasn't pregnant. I was tired of waiting. I was going to go for a divorce. Non reconcilable differences--split things 50/50. I would give us a few months before pulling the trigger on the divorce.

Then to my surprise, one month later "We did it!! I'm pregnant. Isn't that wonderful. This past two years is all forgiven and we can go ahead and become a normal family."

"Sure."

"You are not happy I'm pregnant. This is something you wanted all along."

"Oh, I am happy you are having a baby."

"We are having a baby."

"Sure. I am just not sure if it's mine."

"Of course it's yours. You're the only man I've had sex with since we started trying to have a baby. This is wonderful news."

"Sure."

Eight months later she had her baby. "Look at her Honey. She's beautiful. She looks just like you. I named her Lucy after your mom."

"Sure."

"I thought you would be over the moon."

"I would if it was mine. Here are the divorce papers. I am invoking the post-nuptial agreement."

"I haven't slept with anybody else. Lucy is yours."

"Sure. A DNA sample will prove me correct. Good-bye."

How did I know it wasn't my child? One phone call I made two years ago was to get a vasectomy.

I played the long game to get 80% of our assets. Why not 90%? 10% went into Lucy's trust. She was cute. She did look like me. Obviously I'm not that ugly. Plus I felt that I had something to do with Lucy's entrance into the world.

Did I do the right thing? Sure.

The money was one thing but the biggest reason for my plan--maximum pain for my ex-wife.

Sure felt good.

Epilogue

After my vasectomy reversal, I put more effort into my next relationship. I had spent two years in limbo partly because I wasn't any where near having a serious girl friend. I was now.

I found her thanks to my ex-wife. That $5,000 she gave me allowed me to hire Bethany. Over the time we took on our painting projects, we developed deep feelings for one another. And, I SURE make SURE she doesn't wear painter's overalls.

Bethany gave me my first child nine months later.