Was this really revenge? It may have been, but I'll let you decide after you read the story.
When a person is caught having an affair, so many lives are affected. Wives, husbands, children and friends all incur pain and suffering.
If you read the story "Super Bowl and Valentine's Day" you will understand the mostly factual account of an affair I had with a beautiful red head 18 years younger then me. However, this story is entirely fictional and takes place years after the affair was discovered.
To all the critics that make negative comments about the story line or characters, it is a story after all.
I've decided to separate this story into several smaller chapters, just for ease of reading.
As this story may not meet your definition of a May/December romance, it does fit the criteria of different age groups.
******Chapter One
BACKGROUND
My wife and I went through a very turbulent time once the affair was discovered. We stayed together and went through long sessions of counseling and therapy. The younger redheaded woman (Angie) divorced shortly after the discovery of our affair. I honestly believed Angie would have divorced anyway, as her husband was physically and mentality abusive.
My wife and I both retired early and moved to an active retirement community in Arizona. Angie continued to work and live in Minnesota. She and I kept in sporadic contact through emails, mostly birthday and holiday wishes.
After several years in Arizona, my wife became seriously ill, and pasted away shortly after her diagnosis. I became a widower at sixty.
After a grieving period I had a few dates with women in our retirement community. I also reached out to Angie explaining all my drastic life changes. Angie (now 42) and I were now able to communicate by phone and text, verses just the random email. We talked several times a month and texted frequently.
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During one of our phone conversations, we discussed our present relationships. She told how she was struggling with her boyfriend and how stressed she was. I told her about dating some of the neighborhood women in the community.
"So how many women have you dated so far....stud?", she asked giggling and always the prankster, that I remember.
"A couple, mainly just for happy hour or dinner. Nothing special or serious", I replied.
"Oh, now I understand want active means in an active retirement community." she said laughing. "So who did you last date and what did you guys do?" she asked.
"Well the last date, was with a neighbor down the street, a 55 year old brunette. We went horseback riding and had a picnic", I replied.
"That sounds like fun. Is she a widower like you?" Angie asked.
Hesitating I responded, "Well no, she is still married."
Before I could say another word, Angie screamed, "FOR CHRIST SAKES, do you have some kind quirky obsession about married, somewhat younger women?"
"Wait let me explain", I said. "Yes she is married, but her husband is in a nursing home and has severe dementia. He doesn't recognize her anymore. She visits him every single day. We've gone on a few dates, so she can have some fun and get away from that stressful situation."
"OH, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, it must be very stressful for her, I apologize", Angie replied. "That's very kind of you. I'm sure it does wonders for her self esteem, having a man like you, interested in her."
But, Angie being herself, loved to tease and use innuendo's when ever she could, continued by saying. "So did your, not so younger, married, girlfriend ride more then the horse? Did she mount you?" She said laughing. "What did you two have for your picnic lunch? I can only imagine she ate a big, thick sausage, and washed it down with a thick, protein shake. While you probably had some kind of warm, tart, creamy, and sticky pie."
"Angie, you're making that shit up. I never said any of that." I scolded.
"Kind of thin skinned aren't you? Maybe you're more serious about her then what you've led me to believe. Just having a little fun", she said laughing.
The call ended shortly after.
*****
A different late night phone call
I was in bed watching TV when my phone began to buzz. I wondered who would be calling this late? Looking at my phone, I saw It was Angie, I hoped nothing was wrong. After exchanging hellos and pleasantries, I could tell from Angie's giddy demeanor and slurred speech, that she was a bit tipsy. I also heard other voices and laughter in the background.
Angie explained that she had been out drinking and dancing with a bunch of friends. How she was in no shape to drive, left her car at the club, and took an Uber home.
"Maggie is here with me, you remember Maggie, don't you sweetie?" Angie gushed.