Amy re-read the letter and looked at the picture one more time then dropped them both onto the coffee table and began sobbing. The husband that had sent her the letter and photograph had wanted to hurt her and David and he had certainly succeeded. She looked down at the letter again but couldn't read the words through her tears but she could see the picture, a clear shot of her husband David in the naked arms of a woman, a stranger who was at least twenty years younger than her 51 years. The writer had made it clear that this was no one-time relationship, no David had been seeing this woman for over a year and he wanted it stopped. After all, the letter explained, it was his wife!
Amy wrung her hands then picked up a Kleenex and wiped the tears from her eyes. She rose and walked down into what she had always thought of as 'their' bedroom but now she wasn't sure that was true or if it would ever be true again. Had David brought 'that' woman into their house? Into their bedroom? Had he actually made love to her in their bed? She didn't know and didn't want to know.
She stripped out of her frumpy housecoat and walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror and the reflection staring back at her wasn't a pretty sight. Even though she had always thought of herself as nice looking now she wasn't so sure. Amy stood 5'6" but she was at least twenty pounds overweight and had small love handles on both sides of her waist. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms and she watched as her breasts follow the bra, sagging down onto her chest. She cupped her right breast and hefted the 34C mound into the air and let it drop until it plopped down and almost lay flat against her chest. Her mind wandered back to the photograph sitting on the coffee table and the stranger whose breasts stood straight out from her chest and the tears reappeared in Amy's eyes. Turning around to look at her butt she smiled through her tears, well at least her butt and legs still looked respectable.
Amy brushed back her blonde hair and looked at her roots. She saw a few strands of grey but not so many that a good coloring couldn't hide them from view. She stepped into the shower, adjusted the water and started washing. As the washcloth crossed her breasts her nipples hardened and he mind turned to her sex life or rather the lack of a sex life. David had always been a good lover and their two sons and a daughter were a product of that good relationship, still he had turned to someone else. At that moment she realized that their sex life had taken a downward turn about a year ago, about the same time as he started having his affair. So that was it, he was getting his sex from someone else. Her fingers touched her labia and easily slid inside and she found her clit. She closed her eyes and as the warm water ran down over her body she rubbed small circles on her clit until she finally orgasmed. The feeling was exquisite, her body was shaking with pleasure, her vagina was clamping shut then opening up again and again and Amy leaned back against the shower wall and clamped her legs tightly shut on her fingers trying to prolong the pleasure.
An hour later Amy closed the front door and walked over to her car and climbed inside. Before she started the engine she looked at herself, just one last time, in the rear view mirror. Her hair was coiffure up with just wisps hanging down by her ears. She had on a summer sundress that adequately covered her excess weight and looked smashing on her and with the pushup bra she looked maybe ten years younger. Amy started the car and a half-hour later pulled into the parking garage of the cities largest shopping mall. The five block long mall had been built three years ago as an urban renewal program and was anchored by a Sax 5th Avenue on one end and a multimillion dollar condominium on the other end. Amy's first stop was at the Victoria's Secret where she purchased several new pairs of panties and matching bras. She saw a sexy nightgown in a gorgeous forest green and bought that too. Amy was determined to make herself sexier for her husband, to bring him back into the fold so to speak and into her arms. She still enjoyed sex and realized that perhaps their lovemaking had just gone a little stale and she knew how to revitalize that part of the marriage. The real question was whether or not David still wanted to be married to her, and to be a part of their family. Amy knew that she could forgive David for this indiscretion, she had to after all they had been married for over thirty years and the vow said 'until death do us part' and she believed in her vows.
Toting her purchases she walked down the mall mostly window shopping until she came to the Winston's Steak House. Suddenly realizing that she was hungry she walked inside and asked the maitre d' for a table.
He smiled at her. "I'm sorry ma'am but all I have left is a booth, would that be alright?"
"Sure that's fine." He grabbed a menu and led Amy through a labyrinth of high backed booths and settled her into her booth which was all the way in the back in a secluded corner of the restaurant. She looked around and thought for a moment that this would be a perfect place for a lover's rendezvous, it was quiet and secluded and just dark enough to be fun-sexy. She wondered if David had taken his bimbo to a place like this where they could kiss and fondle each other. Sighing, Amy opened the menu and began scanning the various selections of the day.
A voice interrupted her thoughts. "Excuse me?"
Amy looked up expecting to see a waiter but instead standing there was a young man, maybe 25 or so, tall, well over six feet, nicely built with light brown hair and brown 'cow' eyes. He was smiling down at her. "Yes, can I help you?" She asked the stranger.
"Well I just came in for lunch and Walter, that's the maitre d', said that all the tables and booths were taken but seeing as this is a four person booth he suggested that I ask you if you would mind letting me join you for lunch."
The last thing that Amy wanted today was company, especially the company of a man. "Sure, why not. Sit down." She held out her hand, "My name is Amy."
He took her hand and squeezed it lightly almost sexily. "Jonathan Edward Burns, but everyone calls me Jeb."
She thought that she had heard or read that name somewhere but nothing came to mind. "Nice to meet you Jeb."
The waiter arrived and they ordered lunch. Jeb asked and Amy agreed, and he ordered a bottle of Napa Valley Chardonnay to accompany their meal. As they slowly ate and sipped on the wine they talked, first about things in general; the recent rain storm, the falling housing prices and the like then Amy relaxed a little and told Jeb about her family, leaving out the part about her husbands affair. Her two boys she told him were already out of college and their jobs, one in Arizona and the other in New Jersey were both excellent starting positions. Her pride in her sons' accomplishments was obvious to Jeb but nothing compared to those of her daughter. Amy explained that she was a senior in college, had made the Dean's List every semester and had almost aced the LSAT's, the entrance test for law school and she had been accepted to the Harvard School of Law. Jeb talked about his life too, his rise in the computer industry, his taking his small company public and making a small fortune and his investment in the shopping mall. He explained that he had been approached by the original investment group and was now a 40 percent investor in the mall and the owner of the entire condominium building, selling off one unit at a time but keeping the penthouse for himself.
Amy now knew where she had heard his name and was impressed with his credentials. "Jeb you are so down to earth that I would have never thought of you as a multimillionaire."
"Well thanks but that's quite a set of accomplishments yourself Amy, you should be proud of your family."
"Oh Jeb they're just such good kids, never caused me a moment of pain and I would do anything for them, anything."
"I see. Look Amy can I ask you a personal question. I mean you don't have to answer if you don't want too."
"Ah... well you can go ahead and ask then I'll decide about answering part."
"Fair enough. Look it really isn't any of my business but I was wondering, you are obviously so proud of your family, and you should be but you haven't said a word about your husband. When I first sat down I had the feeling that you were... uh, unhappy. No that's not quite the verb I'm looking for; sad is a much better fit I think. I also noticed that you aren't wearing your wedding ring although from the suntan on your hands it's obvious you normally wear it. What's the matter Amy?"
At the mention of the missing wedding ring Amy unconsciously covered her left hand with her right and put them both under the table. She thought about what he had said for a moment then replied, "Well Jeb you are quite perceptive for such a young man. I am indeed a bit sad today and it does have something to do with my husband David. I was angry when I dressed and in a rash moment I decided to leave my rings at home. I shouldn't have done that but I did."
"Well in a successful marriage there has to be a lot of give and take. Your family sounds like they are very strong and I'm sure you'll weather this storm, whatever it is, as you probably have so many others."
Amy mused at his words. "Where did such a nice young man gain so much wisdom?"
"Oh I'm not sure I have any patent on the wisdom thing, I just rely on life's experiences as my teacher, that's all."
Amy smiled at his retort. "Life's experiences, you aren't old enough to have any life experiences."
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