Rendezvous in Chicago - Part 5 - Sex Stories

Rendezvous in Chicago - Part 5

... lover. Go now, but please let me know when you land safely. We will talk.” Another kiss and Jill entered the que for her turn with security. Dave watched her remove her Louboutins and thought, mmm so sexy! And he watched until she had passed her inspection, waved to him, bravely smiling, all the while her heart was breaking. Dave blew her a kiss and she was swallowed into a sea of people making their way to their flights. Epilogue: From O'Hare Dave drove the hundred miles to his home, with his mind continually distracted from the drive, thinking about his adulterous lover. He pulled into the garage; turned off the engine; and mechanically got his suitcase from the trunk. As he walked through the back door, his wife of twenty some years was standing in view in the kitchen. “Hi dear.” “Hi dear? How the fuck could you do that to me, to our family, to everyone we know?” she screamed. Still distracted by thoughts of Jill, he tried to quickly regain his bearings. “What the hell are you talking about?” “You fucking well know what I'm talking about you bastard. You know I hate baseball, but during yesterday's Cubs game your brother's wife, called and told me to turn on the game. And there you were right behind home plate. You and that whore! Who the fuck is she? Did you spend the whole week with that hussy?” “Okay! So it's out there. Now ...

... you know. I won't deny it and I will not have you call that wonderful woman a whore or a hussy. Have you noticed that over the past ten years or so, we make love rarely? Have you noticed that you haven't given me head since the first year we were married? Have you noticed that we have absolutely none of the same interests ? Well, sweet lady, I have had enough! My bags are already packed. I will be out of the house within fifteen minutes. It is fucking over! Over, you hear me! I'm done pretending and I will not settle for an empty relationship any longer. I would rather be alone than to live another day without the affection, trust and support of a lifetime partner who truly loves me. You will hear from my attorney, but I want out. I want a divorce.” Dave gathered a few meaningful items and blew past his stunned wife, out the door and to a motel. What followed over the next few months was a divorce, but not a bitter divorce. His wife had come to realize just how on the mark Dave was. They no longer loved each other. They had grown apart and had virtually nothing in common. She had come to embrace this new freedom as much as Dave. They realized that they could work together toward finalizing this uncoupling and in doing so, actually became closer as friends. They also worked together to make the ir kids accept their divorce. It was over.