This story is a bit long. If you're looking for a lot of sex you won't find it here. There is only enough sex to make the story work. My reason for writing was to show how decisions we make affect more than just ourselves. I hope you enjoy it and appreciate any and all comments.
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She walked out the door. I knew it was going to happen. It had been coming for a while now. I saw the signs for months. She had been distant, then irritable, then ambivalent, then confrontational. No matter what I said or what I did it didn't help the situation.
During those months there were very few "good times". In fact, the "good times" were when we were out with our friends, this afforded a distraction from our pitiful life.
My name is Kurt Randolph and the "she" is my wife Sue. Well, she is my wife for a little longer at least. I have already spoken to a divorce attorney to draw up divorce papers. Twenty-six years of marriage ending, not with a bang but with a whimper.
I will be calling my son and daughters to let them know sometime this weekend. I just don't know where we went wrong, 26 years of marriage, all but the last few were good, not great, but good. Life wasn't a bowl of cherries, but we had had a good life. Our kids, Glenn, Julia, and Rachel are all healthy well-adjusted young adults. Two of them are still in college and one graduated 6 months ago.
Maybe that was the catalyst to our problems. Empty nest syndrome started as our first went off to college. It affected her more than I knew. She changed drastically. While our sex life had never been porn quality, or even close, we enjoyed each other's bodies. Well, that was up until about 3 years ago. Since then no matter how much I hinted, made advances, or begged, it didn't happen.
It was "The Change" and I had to "deal with it", it being the fact that sex was no longer to be part of our life together. Needless to say, this led to many heated arguments. I finally just gave up and took the situation into my own hands, it wasn't worth arguing about it. Why would I want to be intimate with someone that didn't want me.
Then, months ago, she started to change, and not for the better. Now she is leaving and to be honest I am having a hard time feeling anything close to sorrow. I know where she is going - to her lover. She couldn't bother to have sex with me, but some guy 10 years her junior she spends hours in bed with.
When I first noticed this most recent change, I knew something was going on. Of course, I cared, just not as much as I probably should have. I had to know though, so I asked around. I work 50 - 60 hours a week at the 3M Corporation in Aberdeen, South Dakota. I'm a process engineer. It's a great job, except that occasionally I have to go in at odd hours. Sometimes I'm on call and if something goes wrong that the maintenance techs can't figure out it is up to me to get them back up and running. Being on call has caused a few problems in the past - not being able to take off for the weekend or missing kids Saturday soccer games or even an evening meal occasionally. They pay well though and Aberdeen, even though the third largest city in South Dakota, it is a small enough community that it still feels like a small town. I much prefer that to big city life. We did that for a few years in St. Paul, Minnesota.
Being in this city not much goes on without someone knowing. If you ask around someone knows someone that knows or has seen something. It was only a week after I asked my best friend Paul that he came back to me with a dour look on his face.
"You were right Kurt." He said.
"What did you hear?"
"She's been having lunch with a guy at least once a week. Carol, one of her coworkers, is my cousin. She said it's been going on for at least 3 months now. He picks her up in the parking lot and they come back an hour later." Paul told me.
Sue works at Midstates Printing. She's a secretary, sorry "administrative assistant", I guess secretary is a derogatory term now. She's been there for about 15 years now, she went back to work shortly after our youngest got into preschool.
I have to admit, for a 48 year old woman she is still good looking and doesn't look even 40. I'm sure that is why she was attractive to David Perkins. That's the scumbag that has been taking my wife's affections. He's a paper salesman for Heartland Paper, a paper mill in Sioux Falls. He makes his rounds and calls on Midstates on a regular basis. I checked him out after Paul clued me in. David Perkins, divorced with 2 kids, 7 and 10 years old. From what I can gather he had been cheating on his wife, she found out and had him served. That was 4 years ago. I guess cheaters don't mind getting others to cheat. I wonder if Sue is his only conquest. I guess for her sake I hope so, I doubt it though.
It doesn't really matter now. Sue has left, some lame excuse of "going away alone for a Spa Weekend to give my mind a break from the tension between us."
Alone, what a joke, I know she is going to be with him. Not just for a few hours like she did two weeks ago when she took the afternoon off to be with him. Carol had called Paul, who called me, when she found out Sue was taking the afternoon off. I took the afternoon off also and followed her when she left the parking lot. She drove to the Holiday Inn and guess who was waiting for her.
That's when I called a divorce lawyer and started the process. She would be served sometime on her "Spa Weekend". I have only to call when the GPS tracker in her Yukon XL stops at the final destination.
I know some people would say I should have confronted her about what is going on, but after 3 long years of no intimacy you kind of wonder if it's worth it. It's not that your love dies, it's just that you wonder if love is enough anymore. You start to think, maybe you would both be happier with someone else, or even alone.
For her sake I hope she is. Me, I have always been the type of person that can enjoy myself in almost any situation. Why go through life focusing on the negatives, there's so much good around you every day.
So, I sit here with my phone in my hand tracking her progress as she makes her way to her rendezvous with destiny.
Sue
I'm excited, and a little apprehensive, as I drive to Sioux Falls. I'm going to spend the next 2 nights with David, my friend and lover. He understands me. He listens without judging or feeling the need to try to fix me or my problems. He demands nothing of me and because of that what I give him I look at as a gift. No pressures, no expectations, no whining or begging like my husband Kurt would do. He just doesn't understand.
When a woman starts to go through "the change" she doesn't want or need sex like she did when she was in her twenties. She needs someone to listen and just love her for who she is. David has been that someone for me for the last 3 months. We started going out to lunch together and talked. I could talk to him about anything. He listens and makes me feel special, like I am more than just a mom or an administrative assistant.
Two weeks ago he asked me if I could get off for an afternoon of fun and enjoyment. I knew what he was asking, he had been hinting at a sexual relation for the past month. He would casually mention how he loves to pamper a woman, to be considerate to her wants and needs. To have this guy 10 years younger than me showing the attention and desire really got me thinking.
I had agreed to take Thursday afternoon off, I had comp time available. He booked a room at the Holiday Inn. I was nervous, of course, but I decided that this was a guy that knew me and cared for me. I wanted to show him that I cared for him too and wanted to thank him in a special way.
I stopped by the drugstore on the way to the hotel. I needed to get some K-Y Jelly so that I would be wet enough for him. I knew that my body wasn't responding that way physically much anymore. Kurt had tried to get me aroused once a couple of years ago but nothing happened and I couldn't take him.
I ended up giving him a hand job until he came all over my hand. It was disgusting and I decided that if I can't get wet, I don't need any of it. He could take care of that himself. So, just like our son had done before he went off to college, Kurt started taking long showers.
When I got to the hotel David invited me in to the room and we sat in the chairs and talked for some time. He complimented me on my looks. "Sue, you always look so good. You dress smartly - businesslike yet sexy. I don't know how your boss is able to get any work done."
I blushed and giggled a little. He is so nice and I'm glad he noticed my attention to my personal appearance. Then he leaned in to me and kissed me passionately. We had kissed before, but it was more of a goodbye kiss after our lunches, nothing like this. Our lips parted and our tongues started teasing each other. Pretty soon we were going at it like teenagers. I thought to myself, "When was the last time Kurt kissed me this passionately? I know it has been years."
His hands started caressing up and down my back sending tingling sensations up and down my spine. Then he started to caress my butt cheeks. I started to feel a little tingle in my private parts. My hand slid down his arm to his thigh and I felt him shudder as a shiver went up his spine. I couldn't believe I was having this effect on him. He was squirming and I knew why, he was trying to adjust himself to make his manhood more comfortable.
His right hand moved up and cupped my breast. I gasped a little as he did this, then I moaned involuntarily. His kiss got even more passionate as he caressed my nipple through my dress. They were both starting to get hard from the excitement. I started rubbing his crotch with my hand. It was straining in his pants. He was definitely hard. As my hand stroked him he started unzipping my dress. This allowed him to pull my dress off my shoulders and expose my lacy red bra. I saw his eyes go wide when he saw my cleavage and the affect my nipples were having on the soft material.
As he looked, I continued to rub him. He was straining his pants. He saw that my bra clasped in the front and gently, slowly undid it. By this time, I had undone his belt and the top button of his pants. His penis was now pushing its way up so that the head was poking out of the top of his boxers. I brushed it softly with my fingertips. He moaned and then put his mouth on one of my nipples, massaging it with his tongue as he sucked gently. I knew this wasn't going to be able to last long. I had unzipped his pants and was stroking him slowly. His breathing was getting heavy.
I pulled away from him and said, "Let me go get more comfortable."
I got up, went into the bathroom and took off, my dress. I draped it over the shower rod and took off my bra and panties. I knew I was aroused but when I felt with my fingers knew it was not enough. I pulled out the K-Y and lubricated myself. I was now ready to give myself to this man, to do something I had not done in over 28 years. To have sex with someone other than my husband.
"Oh Kurt, what happened to us?" I whispered. "Why can't you be like David, want me for who I am as I am." I straightened up and set my shoulders. I was going to do this to thank David for making me feel wanted and like a woman these past few months.
