You may want to read chapter 1 before this chapter. I'll be submitting a chapter each day till all five chapter are posted. A big 'Thank You' to estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read.
Chapter 2: I Tried to do better
I decided to change jobs and went into insurance sales. It seemed like a great opportunity. I was a pretty good talker and passed all the state tests. I put in a lot of hours but made a lot more money. Needless to say, Carol loved that part. When the kids were all in school, she got a full time job doing vending work in factories. Our life was very busy. Between the jobs and the kids, we hardly made time for ourselves. I would work all hours of the day and night, seeing I made my own schedule, but I always tried my best to make time to attend all the kids' activities.
With three kids they get into a lot of things. All were in sports and the girls also were girl scouts and in the school band. My son played every sport they had and even all the summer leagues. Carol was always there for them, and I tried to be. Thinking back, doing all this running around, we didn't make enough time for each other.
The job kept me away a lot of evenings. For the next fifteen years I worked for the insurance company. Then one day, after making a really big mistake, I got out of the insurance business. I did it in hopes of saving my marriage. We had saved a lot of money and made some good investments but I knew my marriage and family were on the line.
When Carol was going through her change of life, I didn't even want to come home. She didn't want to even talk to me unless it was something she figured I did wrong or something I didn't do. We went three months and she wouldn't let me touch her.
The kids were older now and pretty much took care of themselves. We were there for them when they needed us. The problem was, we weren't there for each other.
When I tried to cuddle up to her at night she would actually tell me she didn't like sex anymore. I wasn't sure what the hell to do. I had just turned forty and the kids were in the last years of high school. Our oldest daughter Kelly was ready to start college.
It was then I did something really stupid. I had a short-term affair with a woman I met. The odd thing was, she looked like my wife but was ten years younger. Her age had nothing to do with the affair, but I think the attraction did. It went on for about a month. Her husband had been in prison for over a year. She did have a daughter who was thirteen, that I met, but she just thought I was the insurance man, which I was.
In the beginning we just talked, and she told me about her situation and I was telling her about mine. One thing led to another and we ended up kissing. In the next couple of visits, she let me feel her up and finger fuck her. I could never stay at her place for long; I didn't want to raise any suspicions.
One night she called me and told me she would be home alone. Her daughter was staying with her grandmother for the night. I made an excuse to my wife that I had an appointment. She didn't even answer me as I left the house.
When I got to Sheila's place she had on a skirt and blouse. I knew we didn't have much time so we started kissing and I was fingering her. I pulled off her panties and we fucked for the first and last time. It might be hard to understand but I really felt bad about what I did. I hadn't cheated on my wife for at least fifteen years and here I was doing it again.
I told Sheila I couldn't see her again and that I was really sorry. She didn't love me and it really didn't bother her. All the way home, I hated myself for being so weak. When I got home, Carol was in the living room.
"Is she your girlfriend? I followed you and waited a half hour for you to come out. Did you fuck her? I followed you once before to the same house. Is that your daughter?" Carol just kept asking questions. Considering her past, she seemed mad but calm. She didn't cry or do anything that I would have expected.
I didn't think she would believe me but I told her the truth. "No, she's not my girlfriend and yes we had sex. It was the first and last time. It made me feel like shit and I told her I couldn't see her again. It's been three months since you let me even touch you. I know I was totally wrong doing what I did. I'm sorry and I will leave tonight."
I went on and told her how I spent the time with Sheila. How we usually talked about our spouses and lack of sex. I mentioned that her husband was in prison and that there was no love involved. Her daughter was not my child. I told my wife that I had the vasectomy long before she would have been born.
I really felt bad. When I was younger I was just a young cock that hadn't grown up but I was a man now with responsibilities and knew better. What was really odd is that I realized I really loved my wife now, and just threw it all away for nothing.
I told her I would go pack a suitcase and leave. I honestly didn't know what else to do. I figured I'd go to my parents. She told me that she wouldn't forgive me but I didn't have to leave. She needed some time to think about this and I could just stay in the extra bedroom. She didn't want me in her bed.
I was both happy and sad. Maybe there was a way to salvage what was left of our marriage. I went to bed but didn't sleep worth a shit. The next morning I told her I was quitting my insurance job and going back to the factory. It would be a little less money but I knew I wanted to try and salvage what we had.
Carol and I were again on non-speaking terms. It was my fault but why did she end up forgiving me? She said it was because she loved me but I was never sure. I often wondered if she had done something similar and that was why she forgave me. I shouldn't have said forgave. Deep down she never forgave me. She brought it up during most every argument. I had no comeback for it and she knew it.
Because of my working there before, I got a job back at the auto plant. Even though my dad was retired, he called a guy and had me go see him. It was all about who you knew in some of these plants. My family knew the right people. I got my job back, and they even gave me my continuity of service back. That was credit for the time I had worked there previously.
My kids asked me why I quit the insurance job and why I was sleeping in the other bedroom. I explained to them that the money in insurance was good but I was tired of working so many hours. I wanted to spend more time at home. As far as the bedroom goes, I said I was a poor sleeper and was always getting up in the middle of the night. It always disturbed their mother. This was really true.
They knew that I would often be on the couch or the spare room when they got up in the morning. Nothing more was said. I honestly don't know if Carol ever said anything different to them.
A month had past and things were somewhat normal. I went to work, we actually had dinner as a family and I slept in the spare room. One day I was in the store and ran in to Sheila.
"So, how's it going? Your wife stopped by the day after we were together. She's a real pretty woman. I didn't know who she was when she came to my door. She said she wanted to talk to me," said Sheila.
"What did you talk about?" I asked.
