I've read the original "February Sucks" story and all the subsequent takes. I tip my hat to the original author as it was a great concept. However, I've found the original story and most of the others not totally believable. I can imagine a wife leaving her husband in a public manner like that. Doing it with a celebrity - maybe. But my biggest problem is that the wives all come home, say that they love their husbands but that the sex with the celebrity was so great.
I decided to add my own version of this scenario, but with a different take. First of all, I don't think professional athletes are sleazy enough. Therefore, I've gone with a much sleazier animal, a movie star. Not only that, but I've included the first three rules of the Cheater's Handbook -- deny, deny, deny.
With that I humbly submit my version -- The Movie Star and My Wife.
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My wife, Abbie, loved going to the movies. If I wanted to make my wife happy, all I had to do was take her to a good movie. I couldn't just take her to any movie. It had to be in one of four categories -- animation, action-adventure, drama, or romance. The last category, I believe, is also referred to as "chick flicks." Abbie would also go to just about any movie that started Tom Torino, Matt Wright, or Brad Talbot. They were her favorite actors.
My first date with Abbie was when I took her to see
Sleepless in Seattle.
She didn't care much for Tom Hanks, but she loved the story. Years after we were married, she admitted that she fell in love with me after that movie. Why she did, I have no idea.
After twelve years of marriage, Abbie is still a very beautiful woman. At five foot six and a hundred and fifteen pounds, she has a great figure. Her dark, emerald green eyes really stand out against her raven hair. When Abbie gets all dressed up, she still turns heads.
My name is John Sawyer, and I'm no slouch either. I'm six feet one and a hundred and eighty pounds. I have sandy colored hair and blue eyes. Many times, Abbie and I have been told that we are a beautiful couple. During my college days, before I met my future wife, I never lacked for female companionship. However, when I met Abbie, I knew I didn't want anyone else. And for twelve years, I thought that Abbie felt the same about me.
We met in our junior year in high school and fell in love. Our love grew during our four years at one of the state's universities, and we were married three months after graduation. Abby is my true love, my soul, my everything. I couldn't imagine life without her. And while we both love our two kids to pieces; it is really had to be spontaneous when their around. Tonight, was going to be just for the two of us.
We had decided to go dancing with three other couples in the city. Since we'd be out late and drinking, we booked rooms at a downtown hotel. We had arranged with my parents to take our two girls for the night, so it was to be a truly special night. It turned out to be something special, alright, but not anything like I thought it would be.
When we got to the nightclub, I couldn't put my finger on it, but the mood seemed off. The women seemed to be keyed up about something, and one of the men seemed kind of smug. Of the three couples, I really liked George and Helen, and also Bob and Anna. George was a software engineer while Helen was a stay at home mom with three kids. Bob owned his own plumbing company, and his wife worked in the office doing the books.
The one couple that I didn't care much for was Chad and Thelma. And in truth, I was fine with Thelma, but I thought Chad was an asshole. But Abbie and Thelma had been roommates in college and remained good friends. So, I had to put up with Chad. As near as I could figure, he had something to do with the motion picture industry. I think Chad said he was an agent or something. From what I could gather, he wasn't terribly successful, but Thelma had a high-paying job as a pharmaceutical representative.
I'm a financial advisor with one of the larger brokerage houses. It was slow going when I first got into the business, but now I have more business than I want. The way it works with my firm is that once you reach a certain number of clients, the firm insists that you train someone and set the new advisor up with your excess customers. Of course, you keep the most profitable clients for yourself. I've had to do that twice already, and I'm getting close to having to do it again. I make a really good living.
Abbie started out working as an administrative assistant for Mike Winston, an executive vice-president for a regional bank. When our two girls came a year apart, Abbie became a stay at home mom until Stacy, our youngest, started first grade. Then one day, Mike called her and explained that he had been promoted to president, and he wondered if she would be interested in working for him part-time. Abbie asked me, and I told her to go for it.
If you're thinking that I made a mistake letting Abbie go back to work, and she's now sleeping with her boss, you would be totally wrong. Mike is sixty-two years old, bald, but even more important, totally devoted to his wife and five kids.
As I said, something was a little off, but I didn't know what it was, and at that moment, I didn't care. I was looking forward to an evening of dancing with my wife and a whole night of loving afterward.
We mingled around the room as we knew several of the other couples there. If you go dancing enough, you get to meet some really nice people. One couple turned out to be an old college friend, Fred Abbot, and his wife, Brenda. I stopped to talk to them while Abbie and the others went to our table.
I was about to rejoin my wife, as the music had just started. But then there was a commotion at the doors. A crowd gathered around the entrance and then parted. Brenda gasped.
"What's wrong?" Fred asked.
"Don't you know who that is?" Brenda was breathless.
I looked over and saw an extremely handsome man. He was only about five foot six or seven, but as a woman would say, "He was gorgeous."
Both Fred and I expressed our ignorance.
"That's Brad Talbot," she gushed. "He and his fiancΓ©, Rita Sommers, are two of the hottest stars in Hollywood."
"Oh yeah," Fred said and began looking past Brad. "I wonder if Rita Sommers is here also. John, on a scale of one to ten, Rita is at least a fifteen."
Brenda slapped her husband's arm playfully. "You would think of that."
As I looked at Brad, I did recognize him. He was one of my wife's favorite actors. I was wondering if I might be able to get an autograph for her. But what happened totally stunned me. Brad walked right up to our table and asked my wife to dance. She didn't hesitate, jumping up and dancing the next four songs with him.
I walked over to the table and sat down, totally pissed. My wife hadn't even asked me if I was okay with her dancing with someone else. When the fifth song started, I went to cut in, but Chad's glass fell to the floor. When he reached to pick up the broken glass, he came up with a bloody hand.
"John, could you help me with this," he asked.
I looked at my wife dancing and then at Chad. I should have just gone to my wife, but instead, I followed Chad into the men's room. However, when I got there, the cut was very minor. Still, I helped him clean it and wrap it in a paper towel. When I got back to the table, I just caught a glimpse of my wife leaving with Brad. I started after them.
Chad was right on my heels, and when we got out the front door and into the parking lot, I saw Abbie getting into a car with Brad. I started to run to catch up to the car. I just saw Brad kissing Abbie's hand as she laughed at something he said when Chad took my legs out from under me. I crashed to the ground but was up in an instant.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" I yelled.
"Brad's just going to take your wife for a ride," he said with a smirk.
Thelma was there a few seconds later. "It's a dream date for Abbie. She told Chad and me how much she likes Brad, so we arranged for him to take her out."
"That's my fucking wife!" I screamed. "You didn't think I should know about this?"
"Abbie told us that you would say no," Chad said with a smirk. "Just go with the flow."
"Fuck you! You go with this flow!" I yelled as I lashed out and smashed Chad directly on the bridge of his nose. The sound of it breaking was the only good thing about that night. Thelma then launched into me, punching and trying to kick me. Fortunately for me, Fred had seen what was going on and had followed me out. He quickly picked Thelma up and set her down on the other side of him.
"He attacked my husband!" Thelma started screaming.
"No, he didn't," Fred said calmly. "You two attacked him first. He was just defending himself."
Thelma went ballistic and called 911. The police arrived about ten minutes later and began taking statements. Fred maintained his story, and I told the same, adding that Chad had kicked my legs out from under me first. The people who had gathered after the disturbance started had only seen Thelma attacking me. They told the officers that all they saw was me simply trying to get away from her. The final result was that Chad and Thelma were arrested.
By the time the police left, I was devastated. I went back to our table and found the two women smiling.