This is the second part of a tale that features Terrance and Angela (Angie) Bradshaw. After 12 years of marriage Angela is talked into trying sex with a big dicked man. She becomes addicked (pun intended) to it. Terrance catches her in the act. (to really understand read Part I.) The story continues.
Terrance watched Angie as she walked to the bathroom.
God this was turning into a mess. He thought he would have no trouble carrying out his plan. After all she had cheated on him, cut him off (no pussy for months) and spent his money on another man.
But those feelings for Angie kept getting in the way. He had loved her for a long time. Beside his mother and sisters, she was the only woman he had ever loved.
He had wanted to be cruel and cutting, make her fell like shit. Wanted her to feel as bad as he felt.
But that hadn't been necessary. She had done it to herself with very little help from him. Watching her cry ripped open his soul.
Terrance had to change plans in mid stream.
Her on her knees begging for a second chance was hard to take.
Maybe she could change. Stranger things had happened. Then maybe not.
Terrance thought that he was doing the best he could under the circumstances.
Protecting himself, but giving Angie a chance for a good future. Also giving her hope that he could love her again. That was funny, He Had Never Stopped Loving Her!
But loving someone and living with them and trusting them was something else.
He'd see.
Angela came out of the bathroom in her oversized nightshirt. It did nothing to hide her curves.
But Terrace's mind went back to the videos of her in sexy lingerie that she never wore for him, but wore for her lover. Her having sex with him, letting him do things to her body that she never allowed him to do? The laughing and joking about his "little" dick. About how dumb he was not to have figured out his wife was fucking around. How they planned to cuckold him when he did find out. How it was so funny. How he was such a "wimp".
At least he debunked the wimp theory and messed up the cuckold plan.
But Terrance wondered what would have happened if he wasn't the man he was. Would Angie have gone along with it? That was a question he had to ask himself.
What would she have done?
Till he could satisfy himself with the answer, there would never be a them again.
Angie looked exhausted. She looked pale and cried out.
"Angie I'm going to sleep in the guest room. I can't sleep in a bed where you had sex with another man. We'll finish up our plans in the morning. Good night." He said.
She looked up at him with troubled eyes.
"I wish I could say something to make you feel better. Not to hate me. But I can't. There are no words to make it right. No way to undo what I've done. All I can do is to pray that you'll be able to forgive me in time. But please give me a chance to win back your love and respect. That's all I ask." She said
"I'll do whatever you say, agree to the divorce, moving away. But please don't shut me totally out. Please." She finished.
Terrance said, "We'll discuss it in the morning. Try to sleep."
He left the room. It was going to be a long night.
The first of many for both of them.
THREE YEARS LATER.
Angela Scott (he had insisted that she take back her maiden name after the divorce) walked from her car down the shaded walkway to her home. It was a cute little bungalow that had been painted yellow with white shutters.
Angie had put many hours restoring the little house to its present condition. She viewed it as therapy. It was bright and cheerful. When she walked in the door all her troubles seemed to melt away.
Funny. Living in that big house of Terrance's, with all the modern conviences, she never got that same feeling. Guess bigger doesn't make better.
Boy did she learn that lesson. And not just about houses either.
After all this time, not a day went by that she didn't think of Terrance. What a fool she had been. How stupid.
But she had also learned to carry on with her life. Because there was a good chance that he would never want her again. But in her heart of hearts, she still hoped. And dreamed of him.
It was funny; she hadn't had sex since that night when her world collapsed. Didn't even miss it. The only erotic dreams she had were of Terrance. Him making love to her in his gentle caring way.
She had dated a few guys, but no one at work. Men seldom asked her out more than once. It was easy to tell that her heart wasn't in it.
Angie had gone back to college and completed her bachelor's degree in business. Then her MBA. Last month she had passed the CPA exam.
She was over qualified for her job here, but couldn't bring her self to leave, despite several offers from other companies.
Angie guessed it was because it was her only connection to Terrance.
Terrance, how much she missed him.
In the beginning he called once or twice a week, mainly to make sure she was all right and adjusting to her new city and new job.
But as time went by, he called her less and less. Now, he only called on holidays and birthdays. He even sent her presents on hers. But she could feel him becoming more and more distant.
Angie checked her answering machine. One message.
She played it back. It was a corporate headhunter with a job offer. In her old town. Near Terrance.
She considered the positives and the negatives.
Terrance might get pissed off. She would be back where people knew her. And probably what she had done.
But being 3000 miles away wasn't helping her situation either.
What the hell. If it didn't work out, she could always move somewhere else.
It was time she got off her ass and started fighting for what she wanted. She was through beating herself up for her mistake.
TWO MONTHS LATER.
Terrance Bradshaw walked into his CPA's office. It was the time of year to start worrying about taxes. Actually it was only early December but Terrance never waited to the last minute. Plus he got that end of the year tips.
He had been using the same CPA firm for 20 years. But last year old Mr. Richardson had a mild stroke and retired. He would be meeting his new accountant today.
