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The Wife Part Two

I was stunned. After Blanche left I just sat there in a daze. What in hell had I done? Where was all this going to wind up? Was my marriage over?

I roused myself enough to make a stiff drink and walked around the house sipping it. I went into our bedroom, the venue of all the special intimacies of our time together, wondering if they were truly a thing of the past. The first thing I noticed was that Blanche’s nighty was not hanging in its usual place on the bathroom door.

There was an ominous sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I have not felt in many years. I poured myself another whiskey, went back to the den and sat, staring at the walls. I don’t know how much time had passed when my phone rang. The caller ID read: “Blanche”.

I pressed the answer button but didn’t know how to answer. I simply said, “Blanche,” followed by a long silence as if she waited for me to continue.

“John,” she replied.

“Yes.” Again a pregnant pause.

“Tom and I would like you to join us for dinner this evening. Can you come around six for drinks?”

I don’t know what I had expected, but this invitation caught me totally unprepared. I would not have been surprised if she wanted to berate me further, or if she wanted to apologize for whatever she and Tom had been doing, or if she wanted to come back home, even.

But an invitation for dinner as if they were a married couple inviting a new neighbor to get acquainted. ”You don’t need to bring anything just yourself.”

I ...

... was so startled that I simply mumbled, “OK,” ended the call, and put down the phone. I spent the rest of the afternoon replaying the last few days in my head and I began to believe that I was the injured party here.

Wasn’t I the one who had been deprived of his marital privileges for the last several years? The one who had to resort to pornography for sexual release? I was feeling really put upon by her, and now Tom.

Hasn’t she been getting involved with him behind my back? Who knows how far they went and when they became intimate? Yes, I may have put temptation in front of her but she gave in to it. She says she knew what was going on. Why didn’t she speak up and try to work it out with me, her husband of thirty years?

By the time I left to go to Tom’s house, I was feeling angrily self-righteous. By the time I arrived, I was nervous and worried.

Tom answered the door looking rather sheepish. “Come in,” he said, holding out his hand. I took it and we shook. “You know, this was her idea,” he said softly, tilting his head toward the kitchen.

“You mean shacking up with you or inviting me here to rub my nose in it?” I replied sarcastically.

“Both. But I don’t think she meant to cause you more unhappiness.” He was trying hard to be conciliatory; easy for him, the guy who is fucking my wife.

We went to the kitchen. Blanche was at the stove, wearing what must have been Yvonne’s apron over a blouse and shorts. Her long, slim legs looked scrumptious from behind. I ...