A short tale. I'm tempted to do a few more little ones like this.
No sex at all, so pass on if you need that.
Deliberately not too much background build up, as it would spoil the story.
Hope you enjoy it --- Especially you Harry (Why do you bother reading my stories Harry if you hate them so much? I suspect you're pretending!)
Sorry everyone, please read on.
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"Honey we need to have a talk!"
How many men have heard those words I wonder?
How many marriages and dreams have been smashed?
"Sure Debbie, whatever you want," I replied absently to my wife of fourteen years who'd just walked into our house." And who is this young man with you?"
"Well Charley," she started, a certain hesitancy in her voice. "This is Michael, and it's him I want to talk to you about."
I looked up at the pair of them from where I was sitting, observing my pretty, thirty six year old wife, and the rather good-looking man with her who couldn't have been more than twenty-three or so.
Didn't look or sound so good, did it?
Debbie had a very serious look on her face, but this Michael character was smiling. Or would you call that a smirk? It didn't really matter too much but for sure he was looking pretty pleased with himself.
By the sounds of it maybe he had reason to.
"What about Michael then?" I questioned Debbie.
Debbie swallowed, and coughed to cover her nervousness.
"Charley, you must be aware that sex between us hasn't been too good of late?"
"I don't know how you could say such a thing Debbie," I pleaded.
"Come on now Charley honey," she plunged on. "You know as well as I do that our sexual relations have not been very exciting lately."
"Not very exciting?" I queried. "What do you mean by not very exciting?"
"What I mean honey is that maybe you haven't been giving me everything that I need."
"How would you know that Debbie," I demanded. "Since you haven't deigned to have sex with me for the last six weeks, I don't see how you can claim they haven't been very good."
My wife at least had the decency to look a little uncomfortable, and looked up at Michael for moral support.
"Look Charley," broke in Michael. "What Debbie's trying to say is ...."
"I don't know you young man," I interrupted him. "And you don't know me. If you wish to talk to me then don't call me Charley. It's Mr. Martin to you."
Michael stood there fuming, his face turning an interesting shade of red. He knew I'd got the better of him on that one, so that was one nil to me. However, I had a fair idea of what was coming and the score wasn't going to stay that way for long.
"Leave this to me Michael," spoke up my wife before her boyfriend could do something they may regret. "Look Charley, it isn't that I don't still love you or anything. I think the world of you and couldn't imagine life without you."
"So you're not telling me that you've fallen in love with someone else then Debbie?"
"No of course not," she confirmed. "Well ---- at least not exactly."
She looked pleadingly at me, hoping I'd understand, so I gestured for her to go on.
"I don't want to change anything between us honey. I'm still as much in love with you as when we got married. It's just that spiritually I feel I have expanded a little more than you have Charley, and I just need a bit of space to sort of 'find' myself."
She stopped again, smiling at me, hoping that I'd go along with her.
"By 'find yourself' Debbie," I ventured, nodding my head. "I guess you mean being free to fuck Mickey boy here."
Michael bristled at my calling him Mickey but held himself in check, realising that I was goading him.
"Don't be crude honey," Debbie scolded me. "It's not becoming for a man like you. I thought you'd be more understanding of my needs."
"So what would you call it then Debbie?"
"Well ---- more of a meaningful relationship," she explained. "An essential expansion of my being."
"Like a sort of --- fucking him relationship, and cheating on me type of expansion you mean?"
Debbie pulled a face and sighed deeply, looking at me as if I was a difficult child having a tantrum. "Charley you're not making this very easy for me you know."
Sorry honey," I mumbled. "I wouldn't want to make things difficult for you while you're finding yourself."
"That's OK Charley," she graciously accepted my apology.
"But you haven't actually said what you want yet Debbie," I pointed out, which bought her up a bit short.
"I think you know what I want Charley."
"Spell it out Debbie," I insisted.
There was a little whispering between the two of them, making it more than obvious that the conversation wasn't going at all as they had expected. Eventually Mickey boy nudged Debbie to continue, clearly not prepared to address me as Mr. Martin.
"Well what we thought Charley," she started at long last. "Is that you and I carry on happily as before, but I am free to have dates with Michael two or three times a week. You'd hardly notice the difference honey I promise."
"And you think that would work out for the best for the two of us do you Debbie?"
"Well yes I do honey," she went on. "Michael and I have worked it all out, and I might not be here some evenings, but I'd always be back to have breakfast with you."
Now that was interesting. Since it was always me that made breakfast anyway, she wasn't exactly putting herself out was she?
"And then you'd be able to 'find yourself' then Debbie?"
"Well yes I would," my wife agreed. "With Michael's help --- Oh and of course yours' as well Charley, then I'm sure I could expand my horizons as I've always wanted to."
What a load of shit!
"Great," I responded, nodding my head to indicate that I thought I'd fully understood what the proposal was. "So we carry on as we have for the last six weeks with me getting no sex from you, while Pricky Mickey boy here gets to fuck you several times a week."
Debbie looked somewhat deflated, while her lover boy clenched and unclenched his fists in anger.
"Please Charley stop being difficult," Debbie pleaded, holding her arms out and stepping forward towards me. "Of course it won't be like that honey. I'm sorry I've neglected you lately, but I promise I'll make it up to you."
I held my hand out to halt her, looked over at the 'other' man, and asked, "Is that OK with you then Mickey? Is that OK if your girl friend gives me the occasional mercy fuck then?"
He grinned stupidly back at me, sure that they had me where they wanted me.