The Return of Jerry Lee
(She said her affair "just happened," but he knew better!)
By
littleOneWon
I remember reading a story somewhere and I thought it was probably on Literotica. I made numerous searches trying to find it with no success. Then I tried to locate it by using the Literotica Forum with this entry
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Looking for a Story
She said her affair was "accidental" or "just happened," but he explained how each step required considerable effort on her part.
As of this writing, there have been 77 views, but not a single response.
My story uses that concept, but it's a small part of this story. Nevertheless, I apologize and give credit in advance if I've stepped on anyone's toes.
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It was almost quitting time and I was putting the finishing touches on an instruction manual for a new convection oven. Tomorrow I would be able to have the marketing department hand it off to the manufacturer for a "first look." While I was running a last-minute check for errors, Janet's voice came over the intercom: "Jim, I have Linda on line one."
As I picked up the phone, I wondered why she was calling my office phone instead of my cell. "Hi, Linda. What's up."
"Honey, can you pick up Lesley from school? We are running way behind on an order for a major buyer. The company has decided to keep the line running until we get their order done."
I asked how long it would take and she said it would probably take about an hour. As soon as she said that, I heard a male voice in the background saying that he "was hoping" for two hours. Then she said, "The boss thinks it will take two hours. Let's just say that I'll be an hour or two late."
She went on to say that there were several TV dinners in the freezer that I could use for supper. She said that Lesley would want Turkey and Dressing. I could pick from several others. Then she said, "I'm sorry to lay this on you, honey, but it's one of those things that just happens sometimes."
I thought about it for a minute and decided to offer an alternative. I said, "Linda, better yet, just call when you are about to finish. Lesley and I will meet you at that pizza place just down the block from your factory. We haven't been there recently and Lesley loves the place."
There was a delay during which I could hear muffled voices. It sounded like she had covered the mic with her hand while she talked to someone else. She finally said that she didn't want Lesley to have to wait that long to eat. Then she repeated how sorry she was and how she hated to be so abrupt, but they needed to get busy. The line was about to restart. She ended with, "I'll be home in a couple of hours."
It was a little over three hours later when she came through the door. She looked exhausted. She threw her jacket into the closet and nearly fell into her chair.
I offered to prepare dinner for her (the TV kind) but she said that she had been able to grab a sandwich while working the line. As she sat there, I noticed tears on her cheeks. As I ambled over to comfort her, she sprang up and said that she was just worn out and needed to take a relaxing shower. Her energy seemed to return as she bolted from her chair and ran up the stairs. A few minutes later, I heard the shower running.
As I pondered all that had occurred, I realized that I had seldom seen Linda shed any tears. That thought took me back to something her mother had told me a long time ago. She was speaking about the time when I broke up with Linda after seeing her leaving a movie theatre with an old flame. Her mom said that Linda became "weepy" for days on end until we finally made up. She went on to say that the same thing had happened a couple of times previously. Linda seemed to get into that "weepy" mode any time she did something to hurt her current boyfriend.
That was on my mind as we watched some TV that evening. Several times I saw tears in her eyes. When I questioned her about it, she said that she just felt "rung out" after having to work the line under so much pressure.
When we finally went to bed, I tried to comfort her. It seemed to work, but later she woke me up a couple of times with her sobbing. Her mother's words came back loud and clear, "She cried any time she did something to hurt her boyfriend." I wondered if that applied now. If so, what had she done?
It was two days later when things came to a head. She was still in that "weepy" mode. I was installing new bulbs in a ceiling fixture when the doorbell rang. Linda answered the door. It was our neighbor, Fred Fields. He was returning a tool that he had borrowed from me. He was his evocative self as he said, "So, Linda, yes or no: have you stopped cheating on Jim?"
It was one of his loaded questions. He was full of them. He often greeted men with, "Yes or no: have you stopped beating your wife?" Other times it was, "Have you stopped kicking your dog?" Once at a party, when I was having a drink, he asked, "Yes or no: have you always been an alcoholic?" He said it loud enough for everyone to hear. Of course, everyone knew that it was just Fred being Fred.
Little did he know that he had caught Linda in one of her "weepy" moods. She started crying, turned around, and ran upstairs. He was devastated and apologetic in the extreme. I remembered what her mom had said. I began asking myself again what she had done to hurt me?
I knew that it had all started that evening when she was forced to work late on the assembly line. I began thinking about it. I recalled that male voice saying that he was "hoping for two hours." I began to see a method to her madness! She was with another man! Given our situation, I was not sure how or whether to react.
She soon solved that for me. Saturday, right after breakfast, Linda told me through sobs that she had misled me last Tuesday. She wasn't working late. It was all a lie. She called me on my office phone from a room phone at the Midland Hotel. That way there would be no "find my phone" app to trace the call. She was in that room for sexual purposes with her boss.
She said, "Honey, I'm so sorry. It wasn't a planned thing. It just happened. It didn't mean anything. It was more like an accidental occurrence. We're not in love or anything. It was all spur of the moment. It just happened. I could hardly face you afterward. There you were sitting at home with our daughter eating a TV dinner while I was being fucked by another man. I've done nothing but shed tears of regret since it happened. My guilt has forced me to tell you. Please forgive me. It just happened. It was a one-night stand."
I answered, "My, my. That must have been very tiring for you! Next time, you should lie down."
She said, "I appreciate your levity, but there will be no next time."
I told her that, technically, a couple of hours didn't constitute a one-night stand. Even so, I couldn't accept her statement that it "just happened." I said it was very doubtful that what they did in that room was the very first thing they had done together.
I suggested that they probably started by having coffee together in the break room. Then they escalated to a few lunches together at nearby cafes. After that, maybe a dinner or two when I was busy taking Lesley to after-school activities. She just nodded her head.
Then I questioned how she "accidentally" ended up in that hotel room. I told her that I suspected that they had previously discussed in considerable detail just what would happen in that room. Also, someone had to call the hotel to reserve the room. They most likely planned to leave work at slightly different times and meet at a prearranged location where his car would be parked. It wouldn't be in the factory parking lot, that's for sure. Then her lover drove them to that out-of-town hotel. That took effort too.
I speculated that when they arrived at the hotel, he probably got the key from the desk and paid cash for the room. Then, she came in a little later and took a different path to the room. I said, "It takes work to be deceptive. It doesn't just happen."