I was finally finished with my packing. I was going off on a weeklong fishing trip with two of my three best buds and while I looked forward to it I was also dreading it. My friends and I had been together since grade school. We were probably much closer than brothers and always enjoyed our time together but this trip was to be different. For years we had all done things as a group—my three buds, our wives and me. Hell when we were young we even dated each of the women until we settled on the one we finally married. This trip Kenney had backed out because he had a business meeting the Monday after we were to leave that he just could not miss. He would come up later that week. Since he wasn't coming initially his wife Pam decided not to come until he did.
Then a couple of days before we were to leave Don found out he had to be home for a meeting on Friday of the first week so he had to leave to return home early. His wife decided not to come up with us. When she found out the wives weren't coming up at the beginning of the vacation my wife Becky decided not to come with us. Well, this just wasn't the great vacation we were used to sharing and I was just bummed out. Normally when we took our trips together we all went and we had a blast. I normally got the best sex of the year just before, during and just after our trips or weekends with our friends.
I have to admit I was more bummed out about missing the great sex than I was about missing being with my buds but still, I was beginning to just wish the trip was over with. Heck, I was still getting the great pre trip sex. During the last week Becky had nearly fucked me into total exhaustion. I was actually having sex when I would have rather just gone to sleep because she was coming on to me so much. This is the way it normally is before a trip and I loved it. The rest of the year our sex life left a lot to be desired. Oh, sure we had sex but it was maybe twice a week and it was just a way to get our rocks off.
This was a big change from when we were first married. Heck the first few years we were married we had sex every time we could find a flat surface to lay on and sometimes just a quiet place to bend her over. While the change was gradual, it had become real noticeable about five years ago. During the course of one summer we went from maybe 5 days a week, sometimes twice a day down to maybe two or at most three times a week. Many times I would want to make love and Becky would refuse. At first I was frustrated but after several small tiffs I let it slide. If she refused me long enough I took matters in hand and took care of my urges myself.
Anyway, this is the point I was at that Thursday evening. I was sitting in the Den drinking a beer and resting from my packing. Becky was upstairs putting the children to bed. I heard her come back downstairs and go into the kitchen. After a few minutes Becky came into the Den and sat in her chair beside me. She took a sip of her wine and looked at me with a worried expression on her face.
"Honey," she said. "I need to talk to you seriously for a moment. I know what I am going to say will probably make you angry but please promise to let me finish before you say anything. I promise to answer all your questions but I need to say this now. I'm afraid ... NO, I should have said something to you several months ago but I didn't know how to do it and I had to get some information for you first."
I don't know why but I felt a trickle of fear. Becky looked so sorry, so afraid; yet so resolute I just knew what she had to talk to me about was some serious shit. Becky took a deep breath, another large sip of her wine and she continued, "I know you haven't been happy with our sex life for the last several years Honey. I haven't enjoyed most of our time together either. Davy, I love you to death but ... well, Honey you just don't excite me sexually like you used to and ... David I want to stay married to you. You are a great father, a wonderful provider and friend but I need more than you are able to give me in bed."
I felt myself begin to sizzle with anger. What was she saying? I knew she didn't let me love her much any more but what the hell had the last week been about. I KNEW I had rang her chimes big time. I opened my mouth to respond when Becky continued. She held her hand up and said, "David! You promised to let me talk before you said anything."
I clenched my jaws and forced myself to relax back into my chair as she continued. "David I have met a man ... NO, there is a man I have known for some time that totally fascinates me and I can't live like we have in the past. I intend to have sex ... NO, to make love with him and I didn't want to run around behind your back when I did it. I will still take care of you but, well, I need you to know you may not get as much as you think you should. I just do not enjoy being with you sexually and I need to be with him. He makes me feel alive and I have the best orgasms. It's like we were when we were first married. I can't get enough from him and..."
I jumped from my chair and began screaming at her. "You cheating BITCH! How could you..."
Becky stood and jumped in front of me. She pushed me back and I fell into my chair. She stood over me and continued, "SHUT UP! I told you that you wouldn't like what I had to say but you promised to listen to me before you said anything. Now shut up and listen."
I sat there in shock while she stood and glared down at me. She continued, "I have checked with Don about the divorce laws in this state and you can't afford to divorce me. Honey you just have to accept that I will be with my new man. If you divorce me I will get at least two thirds of your salary for alimony and child support. The court will award me the children and the house because I need it to care for the children. I will get half of the savings and your retirement account. You will be a pauper, not even able to afford a decent place to live or food of the quality you enjoy now. The children will grow up in a broken home with all the pain and heartache that would entail. For your good, for the sake of the children, you have to accept what I am going to do. For my part, I still love you and respect you but I just can't go on living with the crap lousy sex life we have. Nothing else will change for us Honey. I will still let you have me some times. I won't cut you off sexually but you have to understand I will be gone all night from time to time and I may take some trips with my new lover so we can have some quality alone time."
I sat in shock, feeling my anger rising as I tried to control myself. I watched as Becky moved back and once again sat in her chair. I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Finally I said, "You fucking cheating Bitch. I thought I knew you. I thought you loved me and now you tear my heart out with this. How long have you been cheating on me already? Who is the bastard anyway?"
Becky looked at me with some anger and said, "Calling me names won't help Honey. I hope you can get over your little hurt and we can live as we have the last several years. I don't intend to tell you how long or when or even where. I definitely don't intend to tell you who I have sex with. It's none of your business and if I find out you are trying to find out I will have to do things you will not like."
"I will say I have had my other lover for some time and we ... I am tired of trying to hide it. I finally decided you needed to know, to hear it from me because I know I can't go on forever without you finding out and I am just tired of having to sneak around and hide it. I'm tired of having to come home early and clean up so you don't suspect. I'm tired of never being able to spend the night in his arms. This way I can tell you I am going out and you can watch the children while I get my needs taken care of. As far as telling you who it is—I'll say it again—never gonna happen. I know you would try to do something about it and then you would go to jail or get hurt badly and be in the hospital. Either way would be bad because I, the children, need you to work and support us. The children need their father with them. I guarantee you will be prosecuted if you find out who my lover is and you do anything to him or to me. Steps have already been taken to ensure you are punished if you make any attempt to injure us."
I once again sat in shock at the cold-blooded way Becky laid out her information. She was so confident, so knowledgeable. It was apparent this moment had been planned for some time. She had an answer for all my comments, all my thoughts. I said, "Well, I better call the guys and tell them I won't be taking this damn trip. We need to get some things straight and I have a lot to do." I reached for my phone and Becky grabbed my hand.
Becky looked me in the eyes and said, "NO! You will go on this trip. The children will go to your parent's as planned. I don't intend to be here alone during the next two weeks and I don't want you around to be hurt or try and find out whom I'm going to be with. You need this time off to get used to this. I have made arrangements to insure you actually take this trip and you won't like it if you don't go. I can guarantee you will be sorry if you change plans at this late date. My friends and I have all the bases covered. We have informers in town and almost any place you care to go and if you do anything to find out who my lover is or to make any changes in our life I will find out and you will be taken to the cleaners. You just have to accept that I have got this plan iron clad and it will work for me. If you cooperate I will see you don't have a crappy life. You will live much as you have been living."
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