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With a new plan, I wipe my tears, gather myself and head back to my meeting. I sit down and take a sip of my coffee. “I’m sorry, but I think this was a mistake. I’m sorry for wasting your time. But I don’t think I want to divorce my husband, at least not at the moment. I think I need to separate from him for a while and find myself. But I will call your office and have them bill mefor your time. I can’t handle this right now; if anything changes, your office will be my first call.” I begin to gather my things.
“Mrs. Edwards, if I may,” he pauses, giving me a chance to deny him, but I nod for him to continue.
“I see this all the time. Let me ask you, is there a specific reason why you decided to get in touch with a divorce lawyer?” He asks.
“If I’m being honest, I think he may be having an affair. He hasn’t been putting in as much effort at home as he used to. I am inclined to believe he’s putting in an effort elsewhere.” He simply nods.
“I’m sorry to hear that. There is the option of legally separating. If that is something you wish to do, how about you take the weekend to decide? If you wish to do so you can go through a lawyer or just take some time apart from your husband. If you decide to go the legal route, give my office a call, and we can go from there.” I nod; I can’t find much else to say. On the one hand, I don’t want to give up on my marriage, but on the other, I can’t give up on myself either. How am I supposed to balance the two?
“Thank you, Robert.” I pull out my wallet and lay down a twenty to pay for our coffees, and we go our separate ways.
On my way back to the office, I called Sara to finalize some plans for her husband’s surprise party next month.
Throughout the rest of the day, I tried to make a decision. But the more I lean one way, memories of our life together had me leaning the other. The more I leaned that way, the stronger the desire to find myself would become. Until I came to the realization that the only way I can know what to do next is by confronting Greyson tonight at dinner.
Greyson
I’ve been home for less than an hour, and Anna is already upset with me. She’s silently fuming while she makes dinner, I sit back and study my wife.
Things haven’t been easy lately, and I’m not sure how to even begin fixing things. It seems like she’s always upset about something I did, or rather didn’t do. I guess that happens after fifteen years of marriage, though we’ve been together for twenty. We are high school sweethearts, so from a young age, I knew she was it for me. She still is; I just don’t know how to prove it to her.
She is stunning, her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and her bangs tucked behind her ears as she chops veggies for dinner tonight. She took off her navy blazer with the white polka dots when she got home and slid out of her red stilettos. I watched as she did, her navy slacks almost covering her heels, but as she stepped into the house and I took her in, I could just make out the red of her heels peeking out with each step. She has on a cream blouse with a bow that goes up around her neck, and zips in the back. I bet she wore her red lipstick today too. My wife is simply breathtaking.
I think about walking up behind her, sliding the zipper down the back of her shirt, kissing down her spine until I can pull it over her head, and spinning her around so I can see what color bra is caging her breasts. I would cup them, then I would pull it down so I could take her nipple in my mouth.
She always complained, thinking they were too small, but they fit in my palm like they were made specifically for me. I could almost hear the breathy moan she would make while I pinched her other nipple through the fabric. My cock starts to harden, I have to stop these thoughts before I’m completely hard.
I remember she had a meeting today and went to bed earlier than normal last night. When I asked how she slept this morning, she said she was nervous about today and didn’t sleep well. So, I know if I try any of that, she will just shoot me down, again.
“Greyson,” she snaps. “Are you listening to me?”
“I’m sorry, I was lost in thought.” Her demeanor changes; she looks almost heartbroken. I see something flash in her eyes, but it’s gone before I can even decipher it. I’m about to ask her if she’s okay when she visibly shakes it off.
“There’s something I want to discuss with you, but over dinner. Please set the table, then go get cleaned up for dinner. It’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” She turns to the stove before she finishes speaking. I don’t like the feeling I get; a sense of dread.
I shake it off and stand from my place at the island, heading to the cabinet that has the plates and cups. I look over at her and see she’s preparing the last of the salad now, so I grab two bowls as well. Once I have everything, I head for the dining table, get it all set up, and head up to take a quick shower.
Upstairs, I strip, then I start the water and look at myself in the mirror. Things are so strained right now; maybe Tommy was right. Maybe she’s seeing someone else; oddly enough, that doesn’t change how I feel at all. I would do anything to keep her in my life. Anything she asked me to, as long as she’s happy, I don’t care.
When the shower is ready, I step inside. I just stand there for a minute; it won’t take me long to shower, and Anna did say that I have about twenty minutes before dinner is ready. I take this time to reflect on the last few months.
Everyone warns you how hard the transition is to becoming an empty nester. But nobody said it would be this hard. I feel like we are living our lives parallel to one another; we coexist, that’s it. Even when we are in the same room, it’s like we are miles apart. When we are home together, she’s reading, and I’m watching TV or playing on my phone. We go out with Tommy and Sara and go to dinner with her parents, even the occasional dinner with her boss.
On weekends, she busies herself with housework. And she just tries to relax and recharge for the next week. Sometimes work runs late; it happens to both of us. But lately, it seems like we have run out of things to say to each other. So if we aren’t snapping at each other or talking about the kids, we don’t really have anything to say to each other. And that’s the part that worries me. I force myself to stop that train of thought; nothing good will come going down that road.
I grab my shampoo and wash my hair first. The familiar scent of cedar and citrus filled the space. Moving on to my body, I grab the bar of soap that smells the same as my shampoo. Once rinsed off, my thoughts turn to my wife. All I can think about right now is all the things I wanted to do to her downstairs.
Causing my dick to harden immediately as my thoughts pick up where they left off. After I took her nipple in my mouth I would unbutton her pants and slide them down. When she stepped out of her slacks, I would drape her legs over my shoulder and kiss my way from her ankles to her sweet, wet center.
Grabbing the bar of soap I start to work myself slowly. Then I picture moving her panties to the side as I run the flat ofmy tongue over her entrance to her clit. I would take it into my mouth sucking once, before kissing my way up her body. Pausing at her breasts once more.
The thoughts are flooding in, the faster they come the faster I work myself. With the next thought of ripping her panties off I nearly come. I would sink into her wet pussy in one thrust, I know I wouldn’t last long we haven’t had sex in two maybe three months.
I can’t help but thrust into my hand at the same pace I would thrust into Anna. It doesn’t take much more for me to be grunting and spilling onto the shower floor.
I quickly rinse, then turn off the water, grab the towel to get dry, and head into the bedroom. I go straight to the dresser; we aren’t headed anywhere for the rest of the night, so I choose sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. I still have about five minutes before dinner is ready, and I’m not quite ready to head down and have whatever discussion she has in mind. So, I head out to the balcony, taking a seat on one of the chairs.
I start to think about what she may want to talk about. Is she going to tell me she’s been having an affair and is leaving? Or will she try to apologize and want to work things out? Could I get past it if she did? Frustrated with the thoughts running through my head, I rub my hands over my face and head down for dinner. Not knowing what I am walking into.
