For the readers:
This is work of fiction. I apologise in advance if some legal points are not accurate.
There is no sex in this story.
I do not hate women, so it is not a revenge, or BTB story. If you want that, read something else and drop the comments about what a real red-neck man would do.
This story is probably more romantic than my past stories. I tried to explore what two ordinary people would do in a cheating situation. There are very few evil people in the world, just essentially good people who make bad decisions.
The ending is left a little open, as I like the reader to be infer what the future holds for the two MCs.
Hope you like it.
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The soft, powdery sand of Noosa main beach was again disturbed by two pairs of naked feet shuffling lightly over its surface before the eventual footfalls. This shuffling movement caused the iconic squeaking sound that beaches like these were famous for. The sounds of the sand, the surf and general hubbub of tourist activity, the soft sand between the toes and the smell of sea air helped to centre the couple to the special place that this was. The firm, confident holding of hands, centred the couple to each other.
This was a special place.
Jim couldn't help but reflect on the special times that connected him to this place over time. He missed the wooden beach-side bench seat where he first met Elaine. He was twenty-one then. She was twenty. They were both wet from a recent swim and surf, and had rested there to dry off and let the Australian sun do its thing. The salty coating on their bodies slowly dried as the easy conversation and relaxed atmosphere worked its magic. They soon started dating. This old bench was now gone, to make way for the wooden board walk which traversed the main beach.
He noted the small, secluded area where he had proposed, nervously, to Elaine. The oft-used phrase, "Will you marry me?", as he pretended to produce a ring from an open seashell, produced the word he hoped for. "Yes," she said through tear soaked eyes. He hugged her as his eyes also filled with tears.
There, near the large stand of pandanus trees, where the grass flattened out, they had been married under a larger-than life sunset. And yet again, in another secluded spot was where they had probably conceived their first born, James Jr.
They had visited here often later, to watch their three children frolic amongst the waves and spend hours using their boogie boards in the shoreside surf.
Their children celebrated their university graduations at the surf club situated at one end of the beach.
This was indeed a special place linked irrevocably with Jim and Elaine's lives. It seemed that at every turning point of their life together, this place was part of it.
As they continued their time-practised saunter along this beach, Elaine said, "Jim. We're getting old."
"Enough of the old stuff Lainey. Our bodies are aging, sure, but walking here with you makes me feel like the first time we did this little walk. Do you remember?"
Elaine remembered. She was twenty and he was twenty-one. They had spent the whole day swimming and surfing and were generally tired from the physical exertion. He suggested the walk after they had secured their boards to the top of old VW combi van. He was as nervous as she was when he suddenly grasped her hand as they started their walk. Elaine's heart skipped a beat and continued to flutter throughout the entire walk. She thought Jim was very forward for doing this, but was glad he did. For his part, Jim also worried about his heart's erratic behaviour. He had never before been so forward with a girl, but he knew he had to take this chance. He had fallen in love with Elaine and decided to risk everything to see if she felt the same way. When she didn't chastise him, or pull her hand away, he knew he had done the right thing.
Both Jim and Elaine were virgins. Although they had fooled around with some groping and surreptitious 'feels', they had not done the deed with anyone. This was just the way they were. They took things slowly. They had both decided that waiting would make their wedding night very special. It was special all right. They fumbled and bumbled until they finally got it right. They got it more right as their honeymoon continued. By the time they landed home, they felt that they knew what they were doing.
"Does it bother you Lainey?" asked Jim.
"Yes and no Jim. I mean we are really getting older. I feel it more every day. I know I still look OK for my age, but I feel that my years are slipping away."
"I don't know what to say Elaine. I know what you are saying, but aging doesn't bother me. I know that the fact that it doesn't bother me isn't helping with how you feel about it. We have had and are having a great life. Each new stage brings on its own challenges, but also its own joys. We are retired now. I retired early especially so that we could spend some quality time together before the inevitable physical rot sets in. We can use our time however we wish. There are no job pressures, no kid problems, no grandchildren yet. Our health is excellent for people our age. There are no stresses to worry about. We can enjoy this time to our heart's content. Just feel this sand between our toes and remember and also make new memories for later."
Elaine remained in a pensive mood for the rest of the walk. The only exceptions were when we passed a group of semi-naked beach goers lying around next to the board walk. Their bronze-tanned bodies and tight skinned muscles were a sight to see. Jim couldn't help but admire the blatant display of beauty. "Youth is so wasted on the young," he thought. When they were that age, Jim and Elaine would never have dreamt of so openly and publicly displaying so much flesh. He glanced at Elaine and noticed that she too was struck by the display. Was that a brief intake of breath he noticed? She tried hard not to stare, but to a trained observer, it was obvious she was staring intently while glancing sideways.
At the end of the walk, they always sat on the furthest bench from the general hubbub of tourist foot traffic and ate an ice cream. Jim did the honours as usual and walked to the café. When he returned, he noticed that Elaine was talking to a man that neither of them had seen around here before, but they hadn't visited for a while so that was highly likely. From afar, he noticed that this man was of Mediterranean heritage somewhere. His smooth tanned skin was proof of that. His long dark hair was also of that dark, almost shiny variety found in that part of the world. His pouty lips opened to reveal a set of perfect white teeth. His dark eyes took in everything around him as he spoke with Elaine. He was naked except for a few items. Around his neck was a thick, almost gaudy golden chain necklace. There was a matching bracelet. His long hair was kept in place by a surf brand headband. He wasn't wearing the popular boardies for swimmers, but had opted for the swimmers that the Aussies called 'budgie smugglers', or DTs. He wore these no doubt to proudly show off his seemingly impressive penile package. This man oozed sexuality, wealth and arrogance. Jim hated him from the start. Jim had no right to hate him because of what this man was wearing or where he came from. That was unfair. What bothered Jim was that he seemed to have Elaine enthralled. Her eyes never left his face as he held her in some sort of conversation.
"You never know who you can meet on beach-front benches these days," Jim commented as he handed Elaine her ice-cream. "Hi, I'm Jim," offered Jim as he held out his free hand. Elaine accepted the ice-cream and was almost apologetic for not noticing Jim straight away.
"Oh hey, hi. I'm Giorgio. I live a few streets back and spend a lot of time here, on this bench actually. Imagine my surprise when I found it occupied by a beautiful lady. Well, great to meet you two, Jim and Elaine. However, I must leave you to your ice-creams while I continue to walk. Hope to see you around." Giorgio looked directly at Elaine and then shot Jim a sideways' glance. He could see the predator shine in his dark eyes. "Was he daring me? Was he challenging me? Was I being paranoid?" Jim thought.
"Sure. Good to meet you Giorgio."