The story started several years ago. After having three kids I was not the slender sexy wife I had been when Jerry married me. I had put on some weight and I admit to having a somewhat 'beaten down look' after spending all day trying to handle three kids all under the age of five.
There were times that I was so whipped that I didn't have the energy when Jerry got home and wanted to play. It wasn't his fault and I don't really think that it was mine. It was just life the way life was. There were also times when I wanted some bedroom play and Jerry played the 'too tired' card. Whatever the reason we drew apart and it seemed like Jerry had lost interest in me.
One night at a party at his brother's house I overheard Jerry tell his cousin Ralph that he was sorry that he had married "that fat cow." I was hurt. I ran outside and I cried for a good ten minutes before I managed to get myself together and go back in the house.
I was a 'fat cow' because I'd had three kids that he had insisted on and he wanted another one. We had three girls and he wanted a son 'to carry on the family name' but after hearing what he'd said to Ralph the asshole was going to have to find another woman because I damned sure wasn't going to carry it for him.
Even though our sex life wasn't all that great, maybe once or twice every two weeks or so, I went on birth control pills, was fitted for a diaphragm and laid in a supply of spermicides.
Over the next two years our sex life dropped off to nothing and I started wondering if Jerry might be getting it some place else.
One Saturday I was doing the laundry and I picked up a shirt of Jerry's to drop it into the washer and I noticed a smudge on the collar. It was lipstick. I debated on confronting Jerry right away or waiting to see what else I could find. Over the next month I found another shirt with lipstick on it and in a pair of trousers I found the partial remains of a condom wrapper in one of the pockets. The two shirts and the wrapper were in a plastic bag and hidden where Jerry wasn't likely to find them. The day would come when the 'fat cow' would take them out of hiding and shove them up Jerry's ass.
By the end of those two years all three kids were in school so I decided to go back to work. Jerry told me he didn't want me going back to work and I basically told him, "Tough shit! I'm going." I called my old employer to see if he had any openings.
"I've got one."
"Is it something I could do?"
"I don't see why not. It is your old job."
"I'll be right down to apply."
"No need. When you left I anticipated your coming back and your file is noted that you are on a leave of absence. When can you start?"
If Jerry was pissed that I was going back to work he would be really steamed at my going back to my old job because my old job had me traveling two or three times a month. Sometimes it was only over night and sometimes it could be two or three days. No, Jerry would not be pleased.
I called my mom and sister and worked it out so that the kids would be watched until either Jerry or I got home from work and my mom agreed to stay with them if I had to go on a trip. That night over dinner I told Jerry that I was going back to my old company, but I didn't tell him it was back to my old job. Time enough for that when I needed to go on my first trip. Jerry grumbled and then he stomped down into the basement where he stayed until after I'd gone to bed.
My first week back on the job I played catch up. I met those who had been hired after I left, renewed acquaintances with those I'd worked with before and who were still there and learned all about new products, redesigned products and pricing.
One of those hired after I'd left was Hal. I saw the interest in his eyes when we were introduced, but thought nothing of it. Until two days later when he came into the little luncheonette across the street from our office and saw me sitting alone. He asked if he could join me and I of course said yes and after he sat down he said:
"I could have done without you coming back to work."
"Why in the world would you say something like that?"
"Because you are my ideal woman and here you are. But, and it is a very big "but," you are wearing wedding rings."
I smiled at him and said, "But, and it is a huge 'but, so are you."
"True, but the marriage is pretty much dead. I'm just too cheap to waste the money on an attorney. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me to spend all that money just to change an address. We are in separate bedrooms and avoid each other as much as possible so all a divorce would accomplish is cause one of us to move out and get an apartment. Like I said, a lot of money just to get a change of address."
"That's interesting, but it skates by an obvious fact."
"And that would be?"
"Even if I didn't have on wedding rings you still would."
"Just what I need. My perfect woman is a nit-picker."
"No matter; it is all bullshit anyway."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm thirty pounds overweight. Hardly what you could call a perfect woman."
"Not so. Not every man cares for the anorexic runway model type. There are a lot of us who like our women to have some meat on their bones."
"Hey lady; go look at yourself in the mirror. Don't look at yourself below the neck. Concentrate on the neck up. You have a beautiful face and your hairstyle frames it perfectly. And I'm here to tell you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with your legs although four inch heels would make them look even better than they already do."
"Yeah! Right!" I said for the second time. "My lunch break is over. See you back at the office."
That was the start of it. Hal flirted with me every chance he got and even though I thought he was full of bullshit (don't forget I was still carrying around Jerry's "fat cow") I played along. One day when we were alone in the copy room he said:
"One of these days I'm going to make you mine."
I laughed and said, "Maybe some day, then again, maybe not." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I was aghast. I'd actually suggested that some day it might happen. And then came the thought that stayed with me for days – had I really meant it? It didn't take long for me to get an answer to that question. Thursday at work I was told that Hal, Mike and I would be flying to Denver the coming Monday for a two day visit to Apollo Aerospace. We would be flying home Wednesday morning.
I waited until Friday at dinner to drop the bomb on Jerry. He went into the absolute funk that I knew he would go into and he stormed off to his basement work shop. I cleaned up the dishes, helped the kids with their home work and then we played Monopoly until their bedtime. I took a shower and then climbed into bed. Naked, I turned on the bedside lamp and started reading a book I'd been working on. I was laying there, an open invitation, for Jerry when he came up. He ignored me, undressed, got on his side of the bed and rolled so his back was to me. I got up, put on a robe and went down to the couch to read.
Jerry found things to do Saturday that kept him out of the house and Saturday night he ignored me again. Sunday was pretty much the same except Sunday night I told Jerry flat out that I wanted to make love and he looked at me and said, "I don't." For the first time in our marriage the word 'divorce' entered my mind.
Monday I got ready for work, fixed the kids their breakfast and packed their lunches. Then I kissed them and sent them off to school. I was on my way out the door with my suitcase when Jerry came into the kitchen and asked me where his breakfast was. Fix it yourself" I said as I walked out the door.
Apparently our reservations had been made last minute and Hal, Mike and I didn't end up sitting with each other. The first time we had to talk was when we deplaned in Denver. Mike had been the most recent to Denver and he talked us into staying at a hotel that he knew had a decent restaurant and a lounge with a live band. We checked in, put our bags in our rooms and then headed out to Apollo.
We had lunch with the honchos at Apollo and when the day ended we headed back to the hotel and agreed to meet in the restaurant for dinner at seven. After dinner we went to the lounge and had a few drinks and I took turns dancing with Mike and Hal until Mike said he was going to turn in early and headed off to his room.
Another hour of drinking and dancing put me in one hell of a good mood. The mood was helped along by Hal's hard on poking into my leg when we danced to slow numbers. It seemed that he really meant it when he said I turned him on.
It was almost ten-thirty when Hal said, "You know I want you, right?"
I'd had just enough to drink and was still pissed at Jerry for his attitude toward me that I lifted my face, kissed Hal and said:
"Then why are we here wasting valuable time?"
"Your room or mine?"
"Mine. I need to put my diaphragm in. Do you have any condoms?"
"No need to on my account. I've had a vasectomy."
"Maybe, but who else have you slept with lately?"
"The last one was my wife nine months ago."
"No offense, but I don't know you all that well yet so until you can show me something from a doctor or a clinic and I find out what to look for to make sure that you are telling the truth about the vasectomy it is diaphragms and condoms."
"I'll have to get some. Meet you in your room in fifteen?"
"I'll be ready."
And I was.
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