Author's note: I put this one in Loving wives because more people seem to read from this category. Truthfully it could be in any number of sections, but it belongs here too. There is a beguiled husband and a lying wife in it. Sounds a lot like a loving wives story to me. Anyways, all characters are 18 or older. I don't claim to be a great writer or even a good writer, but I do enjoy it. Hopefully, if I practice, I will get better. Thank you. All comments are welcome. Edited this one myself as well. My wife says she will do it for me from now on though.
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Wait For Me
The nightmare is always the same. I walk through the fog in my mind searching for my wife. I can hear her voice calling me from somewhere in the distance. I move towards her voice never finding her. Never able to reach her. Then, as though summoned by the devil himself, a large gothic cathedral appears before me. I find an open door and despite the dark color of the outside, the inside is white. Vaulted ceilings reach towards the sky out of sight. Gargoyles and angels decorate the walls and columns. Rows and rows of people sitting in pues, weeping and hugging.
No one seems to notice me. I walk as fast as I can to the front of the church and in the distance I see a white casket lying on a large rectangular table in the center. I see my wife lying there and I scream her name "Cassandra". What has happened? Why is she here? Fear and desperation fills me. I run only I seem to be going no where, and for what seems like hours. In the last instant I am thrust forward towards my wife, and just before I reach her the lid slams shut and the whole casket drops into earth. I scream her name again and wake up.
I am disoriented and confused. My heart is racing and I am covered in a cold sweat. I frantically look around the room for my wife not finding her. Then I focus on the picture of her on my bedside table, and it all comes crashing back to me. My wife of three years is gone. The love of my life, my reason to take a breath is dead. The word hits me like a freight train, and I immediately break into tears and sobbs.
Cassandra, she was more than just my wife. She was the most amazing loving sexual human being I had ever known. When we met it was electric. It was pure passion and love.
I was applying for a computer tech job at the firm she worked for. I didn't know it at the time, but it was the most important day of my life. I had just met with her boss and was on my way out of the building, when a door opened up with a woman carrying a stack of paperwork. She didn't notice me and I was caught off guard to dodge her. We collided in the hall. Her papers went flying everywhere. Me being the gentleman, I got down and started cleaning up the mess I had made. She told me not to worry about it, but I wasn't about to leave her to clean by herself. Plus she was the most striking woman I had ever seen. Our hands went for the same piece of paper and brushed against each other. I felt this jolt of excitement run through me. It was like getting struck by lightning. I had to get tog know her, so I introduced myself.
I took the bold action and invited her to get a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe. She happily accepted my offer for a cup of coffee, and said she got off work at around 5pm and she would meet me there. I was elated.
I waited a nervously for her at a corner table. When she walked through the door my heart let into my throat. She smiled at me and made her way to my table. I invited her to sit down and join me. You could say it was love at first cup. We talked over coffee for hours and talked about everything under the sun. While we had several things in common, we were very different. She was into exercising , I wasn't . She loved sports like soccer and hokey, but I loved football. She drank alcohol on occasion, and I never touched the stuff.
She was a structural engineer for her firm which was quite the achievement for her age of 22. I was a computer science major looking for a tech job with a big corporation. I didn't get the job that I applied for at her firm, but I didn't leave empty handed either. I wound up meeting her, which was the better prize.
We ended up meeting there in that cafe almost every day for lunch. It was never a dull moment when we were together. I thought it was a good idea to ask her out on an actual date to an nice restaurant. I asked her out for next Friday.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me to diner. Tomorrow night. Pick me up at 7. You pick the restaurant, and I'll pick the club afterwards." She stood up and knelt down close to my ear. "Play your cards right and you might end up getting lucky." She kissed me gently on the lips. I watched as she walked to the door and left the cafe. She stopped in the window and blew me a kiss.
I was smitten with her. She had to be mine. Noone else would do.
My job wasn't asked good asked as Cassandra's, but I made enough money to take her out to a nice dinner. I figured I would do the classy thing and buy her flowers and some chocolates. Corny I know, but I wanted to be different from the other guys she had dated. I showed up at her door right on time, and I was nervous. I wanted her to know I was excited but not over eager. She came to the door and her eyes lit up when she saw the roses and candies.
"You brought me flowers and candies, wow no one's ever done that for me before. It's very sweet of you."
"Corny I know..."
"Actually, not corny at all. I like a guy who is classy and can romance a girl. Come in while I put these roses in some water."
I stepped into her apartment. It was nicely furnished, and bigger than mine. She had pictures of her and some of her friends and maybe some family. I stood there in the living room while she went into the kitchen and looked for a vase. She came back and we went outside to the car.
I took her to a famous Italian restaurant. There is nothing more romantic than authentic Italian food and atmosphere. We were seated and she ordered some wine. I ordered a soda.
"You don't want some wine?"
"I uh, don't drink."
"Oh, if you don't mind but, why not?"
"My aunt died of alcoholism."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I never knew."
"It's ok. I was very young when she died, but my mom used to tell me horror stories about finding her. I guess I'm afraid of dieing that way."
"Does it bother you that I drink a little?"
"No not at all. Please, the more you drink the better my chances." I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. When I looked up she had this smile as if she were trying desperately not to laugh.
"Sorry, I uh didn't mean to say that."
"It's ok, your nervous. You need to relax a little."
"Yea I do. It's just that you look so beautiful tonight. It's different seeing you dressed up for a night out." Boy was she. She was wearing a tight sleeveless black dress. The bottom of which game down just past her upper thigh.
"Well, thank you Paul. You look pretty good yourself. That blue shirt really brings out the blue in your eyes." She smiled warmly.
After that the conversation was lively and she laughed at my jokes. I tried to keep them out of the gutter, but slipped once or twice. We had a wonderful time, and when we were done, she wanted to go dancing at this new club in town. I was game for it, but I wasn't the best dancer in the world.
We got to the club and she ordered a martini. I ordered a Dr. Pepper. We danced a little and I just tried not to step on her toes, or look to awkward. We took a little break and sat at our table. We were there for a few minutes when a large man walked over and asked her to dance.
"Sorry, no. I'm with him."
"Come on pretty lady, he won't mind."
"Actually I do mind. The lady said no." I stood up and faced him. I didn't care if he was bigger, he would dance with her over my dead body.
"Ok, little buddy. Just asking. No need to get mad about it."
"Sorry, I uh lost my temper."
"It's ok, I understand. I would be the same way if I was with her too. You're the luckiest guy in here. Enjoy your evening and just to show you I'm a nice guy. Next round is on me." He dropped a $20 on the table. Hum, I guess not every guy is a neanderthal.
"Thank you." Cass smiled at him.
We went back to dancing and then the DJ played a slow song. She latched onto me and held me tight. I held her close to me and we slowly swayed back and forth to the music. She was grinding herself into my crotch and the friction caused my cock to swell. There was no way she couldn't feel it. She looked up at me and smiled a mischievous smile.
"Seems like you want to go home." She ground hard on stiffened rod.
"Sorry." I was embarrassed.
"Don't be. I'm ready to go home too. The way you stood up to that guy, even though he was bigger than you, made me so hot. You're classy, you're funny, and you're fearless. I think I just found the perfect man."
"Well, I don't know about perfect, but I try."