(This is the fourth and final story in this series. The others, in order, are Rainy Day Rubdown, RDR:Gina's Story and RDR:Cindy's Story. I didn't plan for all this, the characters simply kept clamoring they had more to say. In brief: Gina, a 40's married woman, and Cindy, a 19 year old college student, had a one night stand that has become a passionate affair.
Another writer in a story has the wife make the comment "in a perfect world he (her husband) would never have learned (about her affair)." This isn't a perfect world either, and sometimes things we do have repercussions that can't be fixed in 5 minutes.)
Tom O'Bannion sat in his easy chair. For the tenth time his eyes scanned the anonymous letter he had received in the mail. Just one line long, it was making him sick to his stomach as well as causing him to question his whole world. He looked again and this time read it aloud.
"Find out who your wife spent the weekend with while you were out of town."
He hadn't wondered. Gina had been home when he returned from his visit to another plant. He traveled very rarely, so he had not even thought it was strange she had seemed so happy to see him. He had been overflowing with the news that the performance he had turned in meant a promotion. He had found the letter about 3 days later when he left for work. The mailbox was open, which prompted him to go look.
Was his wife of 24 years having an affair? He refused to believe it. Not that he considered himself the greatest husband or lover in the world but because it just was something he couldn't imagine her doing. He remembered when a couple they had known had divorced after one of them had been caught in bed with someone else. Gina had been furious with the offending woman, a very close friend. She had never spoken to her again.
He wondered, just what did one do when worried about something like this? He knew of stories of husbands making up pretend trips out of town in order to sneak back and spy on their spouses. He vaguely thought of having heard of video cameras and recorders being set up to tape secret meetings. He could do that, he was a gifted electrician. Private eyes did work like this too, he knew.
Angrily, Tom slammed his hand down on the table. NO. This was Gina. This was his wife and the mother of his children. If he could not trust her, he could trust no one and nothing in the world. He walked to the small office they had set up when the youngest child had gone off to college. Turning on the shredder, he fed the letter into it. There. He determinedly forced the thoughts from his mind.
For the next two months all seemed normal. Tom had relaxed, sure that the letter was just some nasty trick. His promotion had led to his being assigned the morning shift rather than evenings. He liked it but didn't like the fact he and Gina were on different schedules now. Still, he thought as he parked his truck, today she was off and they could spend time together.
He came in the back door and hung his keys and coat up. He sat in his easy chair and pulled his work boots off. Where was Gina? Whichever one of them got home first usually made supper. Her car was in the garage so she was here unless she had gone out with a friend. Well, he needed a shower anyway.
He went up the stairs, thinking that it wouldn't be long and they'd have to start looking for a one story house. His knees were getting a little worn to cope with the stairs day after day. He rounded the corner to the master bedroom and froze. There were sounds coming from the bedroom. They were the kind of sounds the letter had hinted at.
Tom walked to the bedroom door and his heart jumped in his throat. Gina was on the bed, on her hands and knees. He could see enough of her face to recognize that she was just reaching an orgasm. His eyes traveled back over her body to her lover. He sagged against the door, completely stunned as he realized it was Gina's friend from work, Cindy.
Cindy was wearing a strapon dildo. Kneeling behind Gina, her hips drove it in and out of his wife's uplifted ass with a force he couldn't believe. Cindy's hands rose and fell on the round cheeks, already red from a spanking. Cindy's high clear voice rose over the grunts and the slaps.
"You like that don't you, Gina? You like being fucked in the ass. You like having a girl take you like this."
Already stunned, Tom couldn't believe his ears. He had met Cindy. She was a wonderful, sweet young woman who had once let Gina stay at her apartment when Gina's car had broken down. Stay at her apartment. Oh damn, he was so stupid! His thoughts were interrupted.
"Yes Cindy, YES. Fuck me like I fuck you." Gina's hips rocked back and forth against Cindy's, meeting each thrust. Her head fell to the pillow and her hand slipped back between her legs. Tom knew she was rubbing her clit. The sounds mounted as both woman reached their orgasms. Screams of excitement and lust rang through the bedroom.
Tom stood there transfixed. He felt empty. He certainly did not feel excited. He wanted to do something, anything at all to break the tableau in front of him. It was broken for him when the two women collapsed and rolled into each others' arms and Gina's eyes focused on the shape in the doorway.
In some other time and place it might have been funny. Gina's eyes opened wide in disbelief. She shook her head as though to make a mirage disappear. She then looked wildly at the clock as if somehow the time was wrong and he wasn't supposed to be there yet. Then she realized it was him and she moaned, "Oh God Tom, no. Oh God Tom, no. Oh God Tom, no," as if it was a magic incantation that would make him go away.
And it did. All of a sudden his stomach turned over and he rushed for the hall bathroom. As he was ill, he heard Cindy's wail joining Gina's. He wiped his mouth and staggered back to the bedroom doorway. Both women were frantically getting dressed. When Cindy saw him she scooped up the strapon and held it behind her as though it would erase the image from his mind.
"Tom," Gina lifted her hands toward him. "This isn't what it seems." Realizing how ridiculous that sounded, she faltered. "I mean, yes it is, but you have to understand. I didn't mean for this to go this far."
"Its not her fault, Tom," Cindy added Her words tripping over each other, "It just happened. No one intended for you to get hurt. We didn't mean to fall in love."
Tom was rocked. He never took his eyes from Gina. "Fall in love?" he whispered.
"Yes," Gina almost screamed. If Tom had had more control of himself he might have realized Gina's guilt was making her hysterical. But the deep seated anger rising from the discovery of her betrayal was washing everything before it and he couldn't stop it. "We're in love and you're just going to have to accept that. I won't give her up, not for you, not for anyone."
"You won't have to," Tom almost hissed. Gina recoiled from the rage she had never seen in him before. She tried to reach for him. He stepped back, his face contorted. "GET OUT," he commanded. "Both of you." He spun and ran down the stairs towards his truck. He was deaf to the screamed pleas from the room as he bolted from the house.
He threw one quick look back as he pulled out of the driveway. Gina was stumbling from the front door, half dressed and barefoot. Her hands were outstretched to him. Tears ran down her face as she screamed "NO! I didn't mean that. TOM! Please, for God's sake, Tom. Don't go." He slammed the truck into drive and tires squalled as he drove away without another look.
Hours later when he returned the house was dark. He walked slowly to the bedroom. Gina's things were gone. There was an envelope on the bed. The front read "My Dearest Tom." He turned it over and over in his hands, debating. His hands tightened on the envelope, intending to rip it to pieces unread. His muscles bunched but he found he couldn't make himself do that. He walked back to his easy chair and carefully opened the envelope.
"Tom. I have no idea what to say. I have no idea what to do. I am groping wildly for any words that could somehow explain, somehow take back what you saw and heard. to take back what I said. More than all that, to take back the actions of the last few months that led to this.
"I'm having an affair. This is the first time I have admitted it. I've even lied to myself. I told myself over and over that because I wasn't with another man, it wasn't cheating. I suppose its how we rationalize things that we know are wrong, know are hurtful, know are STUPID.
"Although I certainly don't deserve to think that you will believe a word I write here, I still love you. I can make no excuses for what I have done. The first time perhaps I was overcome by something I had never experienced. But after that, I deliberately went on with it. I want to offer you reasons, feelings, answers; but they would all be meaningless compared to what I've done. You have been the best husband a woman could want and I betrayed you.
"I cling to the thought you are will allow me somehow a chance to make even this up to you. Whatever you demand I will do. Please call me. Gina"
At the bottom was a phone number.
Tom stood and paced around and around the room. Three times he picked up the phone and then set it back down. As hurt, as angry as he was, he kept thinking somehow he could do this. He could talk to her, somehow things could be made right.
A sudden thought struck him. He walked to the refrigerator, where they kept all sorts of notes scribbled. He searched till he found the piece of paper with the notation "Cindy's phone number" in his own handwriting. He compared it to the number in his hand. It was the same.
.... There is more of this story ...