Chapter 2: Loss of Equilibrium

Months passed for me as I enjoyed lunchtimes with the Landers sisters, except we all agreed to me taking Wednesdays “off” so I could recharge. As for Bailey, she nursed Danny for about six more months until he was fully weaned.

Bailey recognized that the inevitable changes in her boobs after lactating were making her less desirable to me. She was back to one “A” and one “B,” and they showed more sagging than before. I was back to being indifferent when I saw her without clothes, and our lovemaking was down to two or three times a month.

“At least I don’t have periods to deal with any more. I can be ready whenever he wants me...” She would say and then grow quiet and sad.

I was an excellent lover, always bringing her to satisfying orgasms. I just wouldn’t initiate, leaving her feeling undesirable, unattractive, and frustrated.

In every other way, I thought she was a perfect wife. The family was secure, even prosperous. She never really worried about money, and she knew there was no debt other than the mortgage to worry about. She paid all the bills every month, including the credit card balances.

Besides being a good provider, I was an ideal father to little Danny. Even when I came home from work obviously exhausted, I would get down on the floor and play with my son. Bailey felt conflicted between her love for me and the lack of intimacy.

I knew it was too good to last. Still, I wasn’t prepared on that Monday morning.

“We need to talk.” Emma’s serious face brought me up short. Also, I wasn’t getting my “good morning” hugs.

Their three rolling office chairs were facing each other in the central area of our office.

“Let me get my coffee first, Emma. I’ll meet with you in just a minute.”

When I sat down with the sisters, Elaine’s cool expression increased my tension.

“I’ll come right to the point. Emma and I enjoyed our time sharing you. But we’ve met a new man, Justin. He’s handsome and wealthy, and he’s interested in sharing with both of us. Just like you have.

“But Justin doesn’t want to share us with you, Roger. I’m sorry, uh, we’re sorry. But this is the end. We’re going to move in with him and give up our apartment.

“And, I’m sorry to say, we’re also giving our notice. Em or I will be here for the next two weeks to help out while you recruit. I’m sure you realize: the sex is over, as of today. It has to be this way; we hope you understand.”

“I understand, ladies. But forgive me for being incredibly sad about this. We’ve had a lot of fun together, right?”

“We really have,” Emma replied, putting her hand on my arm. “I know this is going to sound stupid, but both of us are one-man women. It’s just the same man for us, first you and now him. I’m sure you recognize you two guys can’t be jealous of each other.”

“Yeah. Aw, fuck. Listen, at least let me take you two out for lunch with me on our last day all together.”

That night, Bailey welcomed home an obviously disgruntled husband. I went to Danny, but the little boy was picking up on my foul mood. After a few minutes, I rose and took my seat at the table to wait for dinner.

Bailey also realized I was out of sorts.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“My staff gave notice today; both of them are leaving. I need to start recruiting.”

“Really? Both of those blondes with the big titties?”

“Yeah. They’re actually sisters ... WHAT? HOW?”

“I’m your wife, goddammit. You and I are going to have a long talk tonight after Danny goes down. Between now and then, I expect you to calm the fuck down and reassure your son that you still love him. We eat in 15 minutes. Now GO!”

I’d never seen such fierceness in Bailey’s gray eyes. Taking a deep breath, I returned to the living room for playtime, and then the three of us had our meal. Danny insisted on the usual “loaded spoon as incoming aircraft” ritual, so his face was only minimally coated with green pea paste. For a reward, he received about 30 Cheerios to herd on his high chair’s tray.

By nine o’clock, Danny was asleep. It was time for me to face the music.

“I’m going to talk for a while, Roger, and I do not want to be interrupted.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Shit! You are off to a BAD start. Now shut up.

“One thing you do around the house for us is laundry. I’m grateful for that. But one day I saw the basket was full and decided to start a load. I caught a whiff of your underwear, and I smelled pussy. Not MY pussy, someone else’s.

“I cried and cried that day. Your precious son saw I was upset and tried to hug and kiss me. No! You keep quiet!

“Do you remember that day you had a leaky tire? I went to your office around 4 and let most of the air out, then parked my car where you wouldn’t notice it. I watched and waited.

“Only three people came out of your building. You and two blondes with bodacious boobies, who you kissed goodbye. They drove off, and you discovered the flat tire. That delayed you, so I could rush home in plenty of time to start your dinner.

“So now I knew. You were cheating on Danny and me. I knew who, where, when, and how. What I don’t know is WHY? Wait, of course I know why. It’s the same miserable reason why we don’t make love. You’re a fucking teenage boy obsessed with titties!”