“Hello, Gorgeous!” I smiled as I strolled into the kitchen, surprising my wife preparing dinner. “Did you miss me, or did you find a little something on the side?”

I had been suggesting to my wife of 17 years that she try having sex with another man. The thought always gave me an incredible erection and seemed to fuel my carnal desires. I guess I had been rather persistent about the idea for the past six months.
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The Aztec was fully loaded for the weekend with foods and clothing. They had their telescope, camera and other recreational items loaded for their recreation. Jim knew the perfect places for stargazing and Julie was just excited about getting out of town. As they headed north on highway 441, they had long passed through Athens and Commerce and were headed towards the Toccoa area. As they rode, they listened to the CD’s Julie had packed.
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“Jay; get up, you’re going to be late.” Jean shouted at the top of her voice over the edge of the banister. Jamie was a typical angst ridden teenage young man, lazy and disinclined to venture out of bed before the last minute, or he had been forgotten about.
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It’s not that I didn’t love my husband. Tom was a good father, a gentle lover and a wonderful provider. He had never given me any cause to want to be away from him but our marriage didn’t seem to be enough for me after the baby was born. Our lovemaking didn’t satisfy me and Tom wasn’t able to meet my needs for companionship. I wasn’t sure what the problem was but I wasn’t happy.
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It has been just over two years since the divorce and I was looking forward to my weekend with Rachael. Tom and I had agreed during the divorce that I would gradually get more visits with Rachael as I progressed in my recovery. I had begun to see her about 8 months after I began therapy, at first under supervision and then alone. I now saw her almost every weekend. I would leave from work and pick her up. We would go home and fix dinner together, and I treasured my time with her. She was growing so fast and I had missed a vital part of her development. I was there, but not for her. It’s difficult to explain but suffice it to say that I was truly her mother now and I would lose no more time.
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After Tom left that night, I just sat on the couch not moving or thinking. I think now, looking back, that I was in shock. My husband had just walked out on me and I said nothing to stop him. I actually just smiled at him as I told him that I had been cheating on him and that he knew it. For some reason I expected him to get angry and cry and wail and plead with me to stay and work everything out. That isn’t what happened.

When Tom looked at me after I said my piece, I could see anger and pain in his eyes. As he spoke, I could hear the sadness in his voice and the words were delivered in a manner dead and devoid of any love. I don’t know what I had expected but this was not it. I listened and as he spoke, my mind seemed to awaken from a deep, dark place. A place it had been for the past year or more. I tried to focus on his face and I heard snatches of words as he spoke. I heard words like divorce, whore, custody, and others: words that had no meaning. Why was he saying these things? What had I done to make this man so angry with me? I tried to focus on what he was saying but I couldn’t hold onto the words: they kept slipping away. I knew that something really bad had happened but I didn’t know what at that moment.
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On Tuesday, I told Julie, my wife, that I had to make a trip to St. Louis to fix some problems on a new installation. I would fly out Wednesday afternoon, meet with the contractors Thursday and Thursday evening, and fly home Friday. She did not seem very upset by the last minute trip, even though she had always hated me being away. She actually smiled when I told her and wished me a good trip. Strange.

I thought that we could make love that night since I would be leaving for the rest of the week but Julie pleaded fatigue when I suggested we go to bed early and cuddle.
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I looked down at her, my small dark-haired wife of ten years. Her hair was spread over the pillow and her nightdress was up around her shoulders, for the very good reason that, until she had spoken, my mouth had been exploring the thick, erect nipple of her full, firm left breast, while the fingers of my right hand were sliding through her thick pubic bush to the warm, welcoming wetness of her eager vagina.
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