Please read chapter 1.This makes absolutely no sense without it. There is no sex in this part of the story. I have posted it in loving wives for the sake of continuity.
I took as my premise a story written by Patricia51. I wrote my view of a likely response to the letter Erica had written to Jim in which she expressed her attraction to other women, describing that she felt she had become gay, but that she still loved him. Because I am technically inept and lazy I have not posted the link to Patricia51's story. I urge you to use the search facility on the site to look up Patricia51's story: TORN
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TORN, repairing the damage! Chapter 2 of 2
"Jim, go and sit out on the deck, I'll bring out the coffee."
I composed my thoughts as I went about putting the coffee pot on the tray along with cups; the ritual helped me to calm down enough to tell my poor husband what was going on. I didn't know how he was going to take the news.
I set the tray down on the table. I was quite nervous as I decided how to tell him my thoughts.
'Jim, I owe you a massive apology. I never intended to put you through all of the anguish that you have had to suffer over the last week. .I never intended to cause so much disruption in our lives. All I can think, is that I had a massive brain fart the day that I wrote that letter. I am not sure why I ended up thinking that way.
'My initial reaction to your plan, to have Bridget train me as a lesbian, was that you were being deliberately cruel to me, but since Bridget has explained the realities of being a lesbian, I realise now that you were only trying to help me.
'Last night I experienced what it was like to be fucked by another woman using a strap on dildo. It was at that point that I realised my mistake. I had mistaken sexual attraction and a wish to experiment with a true loving relationship.'
I paused, trying to gauge Jim's reaction. He nodded and said 'I did not really want to know the details, but do carry on Erica.'
'As it was happening I can't say I really enjoyed the experience, until I looked in Bridget's eyes, when I realised that she was not the heartless bitch that I thought she was. All I could see in them was love. It was only that realisation that allowed me to orgasm. Along with that realisation I recognised that I needed to feel more than sexual attraction to achieve satisfaction.
'I also knew that I could not return the love and affection that she craved, as all of those feelings are the ones I only have for you. I could never give up my need for your love; the last few days have been killing me. Seeing your love slowly transferring from me to Bridget, and her getting the cuddles that should have been mine, made me realise what I was giving up.