1. The Wife Part Eleven


    Date: 4/5/2024, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Johnnycumlately, Source: LushStories 

    ... callous. The drinks came, Jim took his, and walked away. John’s mood was soured, and he went home.

Life had become colorless and gray; food was tasteless; one day followed the next without anything to distinguish them. John could not avoid thinking about Blanche, wondering what she was doing; Is she dating? Does she have enough money? Who is mowing the lawn? Has she moved his remaining stuff out of their closet?He was obsessed with her.

The next week he decided to try going out again, this time solo. An attractive woman sat at the next barstool and smiled at him. They chatted through a couple of drinks and danced. She invited him to go back to her place for a nightcap.

Once there, she practically attacked him. It was sudden and seemed so needy that he immediately begged off and went home, leaving a very angry woman cussing him out.

Finally, Tom couldn’t hold it in anymore, “When are you going to admit that you still love her and miss her?” he asked. They were watching TV for the nth night in a row.

“I admit I love her, but I can’t trust her. She started having sex with you behind my back; she has fucked Jim over my specific request, that she stop. She made it plain that I am a lousy lover, no comparison to her boyfriend” John’s ire began to rise along with bile in his stomach.

“But she didn’t lie about it, did she?”

“Not when caught red-handed, no.”

“Maybe she deserves another chance. I think she would jump at a chance to get back together on any ...
    ... terms you specify. And I miss seeing her too. I hate taking sides here.”

“I don’t see her knocking down my door to apologize and beg forgiveness. I haven’t heard from her in weeks. She hasn’t even asked for money since I stopped depositing my paychecks in the household account.”

“Well, she has been talking to me. And she is concerned about you but is respecting your wish that she leave you alone. She is not happy either, you know. She is hurting and sad. Ask your sons.” John was adamant. His wife had trespassed too many times. Only a fool or a spineless wimp lets his wife treat him like dirt. He was not made like that.

Once again, the next Saturday night, I found him at the same bar when a familiar voice said, “Hi, handsome. Wanna dance?” He turned; it was Blanche! His heart leaped, and then it sank.Fuck! She has put herself on the meat market.

“Hello, Blanche. What brings you here, as if I didn’t know?” He turned back to the bar.

“I’d like to dance with you. Won’t you please?” She put her hand lightly on his arm. It sent an unwelcome thrill through him. She didn’t let go of his arm as they walked to the dance floor. They danced without speaking, and gradually, she let her head rest on his shoulder.

The music stopped, but she didn’t separate from him. “To answer your question, the girls from work have been nagging me to come out with them, and I got tired of sitting home waiting for you to call. So, here I am. Won’t you sit with me for a while?”

“That’s not ...
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