The Sea Change

by D.T. Iverson

Tags: Ma/Fa, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Caution,

Desc: Erotica Story: A story about changing conditions in a marriage and the cost of not dealing realistically with those changes. This is a different story by my standards. It is shorter, harder edged and there are no side trips to exotic places. Like other stories, this has a Hemingway title, which approximates the theme.

East of Eden

The seducer’s name was “Vanity.” And my wife was too easily enticed.

Heather was chubby all our married life. So, after the kids left she started exercising. At first it was a pastime. Then things changed - drastically! The more she exercised, the shapelier she got. Her body became her obsession. And she was reborn a goddess.

That was when the flirting began. For the first twenty-two years we had been a companionable and loving couple. We stood together at social events. We danced with each other at parties. But now, there was such a difference between my smoking-hot wife and her out of shape middle-aged husband that we went in opposite directions socially.

Heather was besieged by attractive men. It was never just one guy. She talked and danced with ALL of them. And she rarely graced us with her presence. Our friends went from insulted, to cutting me pitying looks.

Seriously though - what could I do? Her behavior was never overtly disloyal. She might dance with guys who were younger, fitter and better-looking than me. But there was never any actual romance. She just looked like she was having fun. And needless to say, she was happier than I could remember.

I was willing to ride it out. I had heard of middle-aged-crazy. And I hoped that this too would soon pass. But Heather’s newfound empowerment changed her in fundamental ways.

First there was the narcissism. Heather couldn’t stop looking at herself – and playing with her body. Then there was the ego. She was a trophy now. And she knew it. She just radiated, “I can get any man I want.” Notwithstanding disrespecting me, her attitude made the other wives wild. Heather didn’t even deign to notice

The change was understandable. She was suffering from the classic, “Too much- too-soon syndrome.” One moment she was an average American housewife. The next, she was an object of lust for a large pack of alpha-males. That relatively short transition from homemaker to sex goddess would probably skew anybody’s attitude vis-à-vis life. Unfortunately for Heather, it let the Serpent into the Garden.

She appeared downstairs one auspicious Friday morning. I was enjoying a breakfast bagel. She was wearing her ratty old robe. She got a cup of coffee and sat down opposite me. I recognized the stubborn look. I thought, “Oh-oh!!! This isn’t going to be good!!” She said, “Tom, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Those words are not something that a husband wants to hear. So I put my bagel down and looked at her attentively.

She said, “I have never had my own identity. I have always been Tommy and Suzie’s mom and your wife. But now that I have transformed myself, I am my own woman.” She stopped and waited for the obvious question. I said, “And exactly what does that mean?”

She said, “I was a wallflower when we met. I had a few boyfriends. But I was just middling. In fact, I think it was our mutual ordinariness that made us so compatible. And we have led an utterly unremarkable life for the past twenty-two years.”

She stood up and opened her robe. She was naked underneath. Her toned thighs, tight flanks, hard stomach, and big firm tits were extraordinary. She ran her hands down her superb body and said with pride, “I’m not a wallflower anymore.” She closed her robe and sat down again.

She looked at me like she was willing me to understand something. She said, “Men hit on me all the time. I brush them off because I love you. But one special man has offered to take me to an extraordinary place.” She paused, and said in a whisper, “And God forgive me, but I am going to take him up on his offer.”

I had already guessed where this conversation was headed. And I was angry. But I put a lid on my temper and said, “Exactly what does THAT mean?” She looked at me pleadingly and said, “You don’t know him. We met at the club. And since then we have had several lunches. During that time, he has been a perfect gentleman.”

I said bitterly, “Meaning he hasn’t tried to fuck you yet.” She looked disgusted and said, “There’s no need to be vulgar. It isn’t like that. He’s older and very rich and worldly. All he wants is my companionship.”

I looked incredulous. So she quickly added, “He asked me to accompany him to Paris next week. And I am going to go with him. It would just be this one time. He’s married.” I said, “Let me get this straight. You know that he’s married. And perhaps you’ll recall that you’re married too? Isn’t that the textbook definition of the term adultery?”

She looked exasperated and said, “It isn’t like that. I am only going to be with him on this single occasion. It’s a once in a lifetime chance. After that I will be yours forever. And I will make it up to you. You’ll see.”

She added grimly, “But I need one, extraordinary memory to paste in my scrapbook - before time takes this away from me.” And she gestured down her body again. Her tone told me that she had been obsessing about her looks.

I said, “That’s bullshit Heather. This guy isn’t a gentleman and what he’s proposing isn’t special. All he wants to do is fuck you. And all YOU are going to get out of this are some great orgasms and a few souvenirs of Paris.”

I stopped and added trying to sound as determined as I felt, “And what you get after that will depend on how much you rock his world. Because I won’t be around when you return.”

She looked scornful and said, “Don’t say that Tom. You love me. I know you do. And you will let me do this because we love each other. It isn’t like I am cheating on you. Just let me have this one starry-eyed fling and you will never regret it.” She was wrong. I already regretted it.

I took her left hand in both of mine and played meaningfully with her wedding ring. I said with sincerity, “I love you. Counting the courtship, we have had twenty-four fantastic years together. And we have two wonderful kids. So all I can do is beg you. Please don’t do this to us.”

She looked sad and said, “I will always love you Tom. And we are going to grow old together with our grandchildren. But I am leaving for Paris on Monday morning.”

That shot a thunderbolt of pure angst through me. I said imploringly, “Is there any way I can talk you out of this?” She gave me the kind of patronizing look that a mother might give a naïve child and said with determination, “It IS going to happen. The arrangements have already been made.”

I stood up without another word and walked out the front door. She called “Tommmm.” It was the whiny tone that teenagers use when a parent is being unreasonable.

I kept going. I drove to the county park. I am not a crier. But my stomach was doing flip-flops. I opened the car door and deposited the bagel in the parking lot. I wiped my mouth and sat there looking at the same green lawn where I had watched my kids play.

You never think it will happen to you. So you never have a plan.

I considered the situation. I was bluffing about leaving. I had nowhere to go. Where would I stay? I make decent money. But with two kids in college and an upper middle class lifestyle, we barely scrape by. We have no savings and our credit cards are close to maxed. I’ve got no family, no close friends. In short it was either remain in the house, or sleep in the car.

Heather knew our financial situation. I think that was why she was so sure that she could pull this stunt. Hopelessness, alienation and a sense of utter loneliness descended like a cloud of mustard gas. I said to myself, “I invested my emotional life in this woman. And now she’s holding me for ransom???!!!”

That thought brought me back from the brink. More importantly, it stiffened my spine. I am not somebody who gracefully accepts victimhood. And I am decisive in my business dealings. So, I resolved that - if Heather could make unilateral decisions, I can too. But first I had to get some legal advice.

I called Jim Edgerton. He is a friend and a lawyer. I said, “Jim! Tommy Marshall here.” There was a short pause. He said, “What’s up Tom?” I laughed and said, “I was calling to see if you knew a good lawyer?” He said, “Need divorce advice?” It was a statement, not a question. I said, “It sounds like you expected this.” Jim said, “Regrettably yes ... Heather has been seen around town with Charlie Wilkins. You know him?”

Of course I knew him. Everybody in town knew HIM. He was CEO at Vanguard Manufacturing, which was the area’s main employer. He was sixtyish, distinguished, a pillar of the community and a well-known dirty old man. His wife was Maeve Wilkins. Her blessing made your reputation in society. And her disapproval turned you into an outcast. I thought to myself, “Heather, what have you gotten yourself into?”

The house was empty when I arrived home. Heather was either at the club, or having “lunch.” I assumed that it was still JUST lunch. Wilkins was far too visible for an afternoon-delight. That was the whole point of the Paris trip.

She was already starting to pack. The nighties and sexy underthings were a revelation. I had never seen anything like THAT before. It drove home the reality of what was about to occur. I had to sit down for a second.

I was pretending to read a book when she breezed in. She was stunning in her fancy work-out gear. I would probably look that good too. If, I wasn’t chained to a desk forty hours a week. She walked toward the stairs, humming a happy little ditty. Then she saw me. She looked delighted. She came over, stood in front of me and said, “Let me get a shower and you can join me.”

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