



Blindsided
By Curious2c  


As I drove up to our garage I found myself worrying.  I was later than normal and I knew Jim would be worried.  I kept building my excuse so that Id have it somewhat practiced before I walked in.  

I hadnt fallen into the affair willingly but now, after six months I craved the sexual heights my lover drove me to.  I still love my husband but for some reason, Samuel does things in my mind and body that I cant keep away from.  

Ive tried to break it off with Sam.  I have tried time and time again.  Hes just so damned seductive and he also knows all the buttons to push to get me to fail my own will and terms every time.  

Jim, if he knew, would probably be more than a lot angry.  I thought that if push came to shove though, Id be able to talk him out of a divorce and be able to get him to forgive me.  I had a plan for working on him just in case.  

Thats how far Ive fallen.  In my six month love affair Id found a new me and made plans to prevent Jim, my loving husband, from kicking me out of his life and home if and when he found me out.  

I was certain that hed never figure it out though.  I made sure he had sex whenever he showed any interest and sometimes I even started things when I didnt really feel like it because I love him so much.  I do love him.  Really I do.

Once in a while, every few days or so Id get that guilty feeling and want to stop what Id done to go back in time and never have allowed my attraction for Sam to have gone so far as to end up in a sexual fling with him.  

It isnt that I love Sam, because I dont.  Matter of fact at times I dont like him at all.  He gets in a mood some times while were fucking and begins to treat me like a whore or slut.  Those are the times that really give me the big orgasms, even though I hate what he does to me in the process.  I just cant resist him or his ways.

I look into the rearview mirror and check my lipstick and hair.  I took a shower at Sams place and made myself presentable, but I am paranoid about Jim looking at me and perhaps seeing something out of place that I cant explain easily.

I have the same soaps and shampoo at Sams that I use at home.  I even have changes of clothes and underwear I keep at Sams too.  Just in case. Ive been very careful to plan each time with Sam now.  Ever since that one time five months ago when I came home and Jim asked me about my perfume.  





I realized that I wasnt wearing any since Id showered at Sams.  I also suddenly remembered that Id put on some of Jims favorite perfume before leaving for work that morning.  Id managed to dodge that bullet that time though.  I made up a story about having spilled some cleaning chemicals on me while digging through the closet for some Kleenex our employer kept stored there.  Jim had bought that hook line and sinker.  

One last look and I got out.  Walking into the house I stopped at the front door and looked around for Jims pickup.  It wasnt where he normally parked it.  Hed left it on the street almost in front of the neighbors house.  That was odd.  He usually parked it in our driveway.  

Meanwhile, inside the house:

I watched Giselle as she checked over her face in the rearview mirror.  It had been a long tiring day for me and I was tired of waiting for her arrival.  Of course she was late again.  It had been getting more and more to be normal than an exception.  Had she been where she claimed she was Id had no problem with it but that wasnt the case.

It had all started months ago and up until it became totally unavoidable, Id tried to find a way to get her back with me.  Id tried everything I could think of with no help from her. I had made a decision that I wouldnt let her know that I knew about her affair.  I knew that she had to break it off on her own to do either of us any good.

Dinners, movies, flowers, candy Id tried all the usual things.  I got creative I made her a special knickknack shelf, glass encased.  Id picked her up from her work on a Friday and wed gone into the city for a weekend of loving and just going to wherever she desired.

Id tried talking to her about us but even that had fallen on deaf ears.  The weekend in the city had started out with her being angry at me but by the end I thought Id made some headway.  That didnt make it through the next week though.

I finally had begun to attack her, arguing about her hours and her job.  All that succeeded in doing was getting her mad at me.  Our sex life dropped off substantially and then dropped off more, and then dropped some more yet.  What had been several times a week and at least three times on the weekend had become... well it had been a week and a half since wed last been intimate in any way two weeks since wed actually had sex.  She hadnt noticed as far as I could tell.

Id known all along what was going on.  Five months ago Id actually caught her at it but shed managed to fend off my questions and fire back an excuse about why shed taken a shower at work.  What she didnt know was that Id followed her that afternoon and I knew precisely why shed taken the shower and her job had absolutely nothing to do with it.

That finding out had crushed my heart but I still loved her enough to try to win her back.  She was the woman I wanted to have children with.  She had my heart and Id fallen very hard for her when wed met.  Now well it wasnt going to be all that hard to do what I had to do tonight.  I wondered briefly how shed handle it when I left but thought that shed probably run to her lover and theyd laugh at me, the imbecile that theyd pulled the joke on all this time.






How can a husband compete with a lover who has no need to perform routine honey dos for a wife?  How can a husband not confront a wife about her cheating with her lover and try to win her back honestly?  Id tried my damnedest and failed.  Im going to be telling her that I have to go out of town on an emergency road trip tonight.  It wouldnt be the first time something like this had come up but it would be the last.

You may ask why I didnt confront her.  All that would prove is that I caught her and shed be sorry for that. That Id caught her that is not that shed decided ahead of time to quit.  My thoughts were Id win her back to me without a hint that I was aware of her indiscretions.  That way Id know in my heart that she truly loved me.  Obviously, now to me at least, that hadnt worked.

What she didnt know was that all my worldly belongings were packed in my truck.  Id split the bank accounts in half.  Id quit my job and taken an offer from an old friend who lived clear across the country.  Id made plans to cancel my cell phone plan, picked up another phone, paid off my old cell phone plan, a penalty I was willing to pay in order to keep her from calling me later on.  I had one week on the old phone left and it was a relief knowing that.

My 401K would transfer to my new employers savings plan; my cash balance retirement plan would be safe where it was.  I was a little upset over having to quit my job as I liked the people I worked with and my job was about as perfect for me as a job Id ever had.  It sucked having to walk away from my co-workers, employer and customers like this but it was something I had thought long and hard about.

Id given it my best shot, and Giselle had ignored my efforts totally.  Too caught up in her affair to know she had lost me or perhaps she just didnt care?  It didnt really matter anymore at this point.  The papers would be served on Giselle the following Friday while she was either at work or at her lovers.  

Am I running out on her you may ask?  Yes.  Yes I am.  It hurts me too much to face her with her infidelity.  I know that were I to confront her now, shed be sorry, cry and possibly beg me to forgive her.  Thats exactly what I dont want.  I didnt want to look like some beggar trying to get their wife back that way.

What I wanted was her to realize that I loved her and that she still loved me.  I wanted her to see for herself what she could lose.  I wanted her to take me back, damnit!  Obviously I lost to her lover.  Even though I know what kind of man he is, I know that she wont or cant see that side of him yet.  She will though.  Right about the time the divorce paperwork is served or shortly there after.

Until then I planned on calling her nightly like I usually did, hoping that she wouldnt notice I was using a motel room phone, or be too concerned about my not using my cell phone.  I figured that shed never notice anyway as she always seemed too distracted to really talk to me now.

I dont know what she expected of me.  I dont know why she even started the affair or why she is keeping at it.  I really dont know what she truly feels about me anymore either.  She cant love me.  Not, at least, like I loved her once before all this shit started.  




If she did love me, shed never have been with another man.  She had though.  Shed been with him for months now and showed no signs of stopping.  Id given up after months of hard work on my part to try to win her back.  I saw the handwriting on the wall.  Hed won, Id lost.

Angry again, I began to work on my fake story, trying to keep my bile down as Giselle walked up to the front door.  I went into the kitchen and got out a cold beer.  I was desperate to do anything to keep my mind busy while I worked at calming down inside.  This was not the time to mess up and blow my plan all to hell.

After talking to my lawyer Id found out exactly what the courts would expect on our divorce.  I was reasonably certain that Giselle would welcome the divorce since she seemingly had given up on me now.  I was also certain that shed have her lover move in with her right away after getting those papers next week.

My closet doors were closed up, the dresser drawers too.  A casual glance by her wouldnt reveal the almost total emptiness they contained now.  I wondered briefly, what shed think when she discovered that emptiness?  Would she feel anything at all?  How would she feel to find out that the few remaining clothes in my closet and dresser were ones shed given me?

Smiling as she walked in, she came up to give me a hug.  I turned my head so her kiss met my cheek not a new thing as of late either.  She hadnt complained about it before and she didnt tonight either.  The last sex wed had was over two weeks ago and she evidently hadnt noticed that lack of sex with me either.  Her lover must be getting it real good from her.

How was your day today?  I asked, not really caring what kind of day she had, but I knew I had to pretend to be the same old loving schmuck of a husband she could count on.

It was good.  You seem upset is something wrong?  Her reply was automatic even though she tried to tinge it with concern.

Yeah I have to make a trip again.  Work.  Ill be gone a week, leaving in the morning.  I was watching her for a reaction only seeing a smile begin on her lips before she forced a more serious concerned pout.

Oh honey.  On a Saturday?  You have to travel tomorrow?  Her eyes spoke of the truth, in that I could see she really seemed relieved that I was going to be gone.  She was even happy about it.  More time for her lover perhaps.

Yeah.  Its going to be a long week.  Job is behind and I have to go oversee the construction now.  

I was relieved that she seemed to be taking my huge lie as a truth and wasnt getting all angry as she used to.  I knew enough to keep my answers short and simple no elaboration such as shed given me over the last months.





That was one of the tip-offs to me about her affair.  Her excuses were minutely detailed to an extreme.  And then one day Id had to take a trip out to a job and she hadnt argued about it with me like she had in the past.  It had caused me some wonder.  Later, not much later, Id discovered her affair, and it all made sense then.

We had dinner and watched TV for a while.  She was in her favorite chair as I sat on the couch, hoping that shed have a last minute change of heart and stop me from my chosen path that I started in the morning.  

I held out that hope for a couple of hours but it wasnt to be.  Wed lost it all, I could see clearly now.  She sat there ignoring me for the most part and never once looked at me.  It was as if I wasnt even there.

She watched TV but I could tell from her actions that she was thinking about her lover and how much theyd be able to be together this week.  If she only knew that Id be gone forever tomorrow 

Meanwhile watching TV, Giselles mind was going full out.

He doesnt suspect.  Ill have a whole week with Sam.  Hell be able to sleep over here with me or me over at his place.  Well get lots of sex in and I know hell take me out nightly for dinner and dancing too.  I know that I shouldnt be happy about this at all, but Jims trip will be exciting for me.  Hell be out of town and Ill have Sam as much as I want.  It will be great.  My plan for one last great week just got better.  Next week, after Jim gets back home Ill be able to cut it off with Sam and concentrate on Jim and me.  Itll work out perfectly. Well go out with a bang.

That night I rolled over and tried to get Jim interested in some loving but I found him snoring lightly.  He was asleep again.  The last few months had been hard on him with his job and all, but it surprised me that hed gone without sex with me for so long.

The thought entered my mind in an instant, unbidden.  Could he be cheating on me with someone?  Was it possible that Id missed any signs that he could have discovered my cheating on him and hed been doing the same to get even?

Looking at his face as he slept I couldnt see anything that would tell me.  I knew he loved me.  I questioned once again my affair and why I was still carrying on with Sam.  Why?

Sam wined and dined me.  He took me dancing.  He was okay in bed, about the same size as Jim, but it was the other things Sam did that caused me to want to be with him.  Jim loved me and in our lovemaking, that was a difference that I cherished.  Sam fucked me, and at times that fucking was hot and rough and what I needed.  

Sam takes care of needs other than sex for me too at times.  I really like going out to eat and dance with Sam.  He is gentle and attentive while were out and it is as if I am the only woman in the world in his eyes.  So much so that when wed get back to his place or the motel rooms as the case may be, Im ready to pay him back for the great times.






Our time has been exquisite but its about time to stop it.  I feel like Im losing Jim at times lately and my greatest fear is that hell discover my affair and either leave me or hurt Sam or worse yet, both.  Matter of fact Ive noticed that for the last few months Jim has been working hard to be a good husband for me.

A little stray worrisome thought crept into my mind.  Was that because he knew about my affair and he was trying to one up my lover?  I dismissed that thought immediately.  Had Jim known, I know what would happen.  Hed go ballistic and probably go after Sam.

I didnt want to have to bail Jim out of jail, should he do something rash.  I wasnt sure what Jim could or would do if he found out about my affair, but I was relatively certain that hed leave me in an instant.  Yes, this week would signal the end of my time with Sam, as fun as it had been.  I needed to concentrate on my husband and starting our family.  It was time.

That morning I woke to an empty bed.  Hed left without a hug or kiss or even a goodbye. At first I was uneasy, even a bit afraid but I convinced myself that he didnt want to wake me up.  Jim is a loving husband and caring enough to know that I was tired and could use some extra sleep.

His call that night was good, but nowhere as good as having him at home with me.  Of course, Sam was on his way to our place as I spoke with my loving husband.  I was going out with Sam that night and wed end up at either his place or here.  Id have my cell phone and Jim usually called me on that anyway.

Jim seemed preoccupied during the call, but I knew that his job was probably weighing on his mind.  When he had to go out of town like this he usually focused on the issues on the job and that left him little time to sit and think about not being near me.  This worked in my favor as far as Sam and I went too so I understood and was understanding of his lack of focus on us at times like this.

I was ready for Sam when he knocked on the door.  Id left the garage door open and he knew to just drive in, close the door, and then come around to the back patio door.  I was sitting on the kitchen counter, naked, waiting.  His knock caused my spine to shiver as I knew what hed do once he opened that door and saw me like this.

Id shaved myself clean for him, my legs spread wide open in an obvious invitation to him, and my nipples were hard as steel.  I was wet too since Id played with myself for a bit after Jims phone call.  

Giselle?  Are you here?

His deep voice sent shivers to my spine again and as he walked in, seeing me, the look in his eyes made me go wetter than ever.

Im right here waiting Sam.  Can we take care of something before we head out to dinner and dancing?  I find that Im a little in need.





The look in his eyes as he beheld me laying there made me flood down between my legs.I could hear it in his voice lust, deep desire I turned him on.

JesusOh God, youre beautiful Giselle.  Amazingly so.

His hands were working the buttons on his shirt as he lewdly licked his lips.  I could see desire in his eyes.  That desire was part of why I had continued the affair as long as I had.  Jim, for whatever reason, hadnt shown that look to me for quite some time now.

Naked he stepped up between my legs, his hands smoothly running up my legs, fingers soon rubbing my clit and my very wet pussy lips. Bending over, he licked my nipples, hard as they were, and then he moved up to kiss me hotly on the mouth.

As our lips met, his fingers left my pussy, going to my nipples to pinch and roll those hardened little buds almost roughly.  I felt the head of his hot hard cock rubbing my pussy lips, and pretty soon that hardness split my pussy wide open, driving the air out of my lungs as he thrust deeply into me.

His pubic bone crushed against my clit and my first orgasm hit me hard.  I was so hot I came as his cock first bottomed out in me.  I knew that this night would be one of the best ever with my lover.

His thrusts became harder and stronger as my orgasm carried me up and over.  Sam was pinching my nipples and talking dirty to me.  The feeling of his cock up inside me was more than I could stand and I began to have multiple orgasms.  It seemed that each time Sam bottomed out in my pussy, Id cum.

The feeling of my bald pussy against him woke things up deep inside me too.  I felt single and free.  His cock pulled my lips in and out on each stroke and as his pubic hair would crush against me on an in-stroke I felt strange vibrations on my clit.  Bald was beautiful.

Sam squirted his load into me and I felt every little bit of his sperm filling me up.  He had fairly copious loads and Id even swallowed them with fervor as his cum tastes almost sweet. He told me once that he ate lots of fruit, mostly citrus types, and that was the reason for his sweet tasting cum.  Whatever the case was, I craved that taste often.

He pulled out and as he stood back I shoved my fingers deeply in, retrieving some of his honey and then I licked my fingers clean.  Sam smiled as he watched my debauchery.  I could never be this open and free with Jim.  For some reason though, Sam I loved to tease like this. 

I kept dipping and licking for a bit and then we took a shower together.  After that we went out to dinner.  I dont love Sam I mentioned that.  This would be our last week together too.  Still, he had what it took to make me a wild and wanton slut.  

I never took the time to think, I mean truly think about what I could lose.  I never took the time to really think about my actions and how they could affect my husbands love for me.  I just went with the moment and longed for the feel and taste of illicit excitement that Sam brought me.




At dinner we sat near the back in a darkened booth.  As we ate Sam kept feeling me up.  He started with my braless tits, barely covered by my unbuttoned blouse.  (Id unbuttoned the top five buttons on the drive over and the swell of all of my breasts could be seen if I opened my arms very far, threatening to expose all of them at times.)

Later, while waiting for our dessert, he began to finger my bare pussy and since I was wearing a very short skirt and garter belt and stocking, there wasnt much there to stop him, even if Id been inclined to do so.  The feeling of his strong, long fingers stroking up and down my slit drove me to the edge of orgasm several times.

After dinner he took me dancing at an upscale crowded club.  Once on the dance floor his dancing became suggestive and downright sexual.  I reveled in the nastiness of it all.  I mean, here I was, a married woman whose husband was away, out with a lover who was feeling me up in public.

Id shaved my pussy for my lover.  Id swallowed his cum numerous times. Id allowed him to take me any way he wished, including anally.  For my lover I was a slut.  It was truly the sexual odyssey I was journeying on more than anything else I suppose.  For Sam I could be the slut and not worry about what hed think of me later on.  For his part, Sam had kept up some gentlemanly efforts, and I was thankful for that.

At one point, during a slow dance, Sams hands were on my butt.  Soon I felt his fingertips on my skin.  My short dress was pulled up, exposing my bare ass cheeks and stockings to everyone around us.  I felt the rush of the sexual high burn brighter.  What would Jim have thought if hed seen Sam doing that?  I wondered briefly.

Almost as quick as the thought of my husband entered my mind, Sam brushed him out by slipping a finger into my bottom.  Right there on the dance floor, Sam was fingering my asshole and I loved it.

I saw a few women nearby staring at us with what could only be described as lustful imaginings.  Of course there were a few, a thankfully very few that were more disproving too.

Later that evening in my bed in my home, Sam fucked the living hell out of me.  I went down on him sucking him off and swallowing all his seed.  He went down on me and licked my pussy until I begged him to take me with his cock.  He did.  As he was fucking my doggie style for the third time my phone rang.  I answered it, motioning Sam to be quiet.

Hello?

Hey, its me.  I got in a bit later than I figured I would, but I thought youd want to know.

How was your drive?

Un-eventful.

What time do you have to be in to work in the morning?




Early.  Im going to hit the hay.  Talk to you tomorrow.

I love you.  Good night honey.

Sam was fucking in and out of my pussy as I spoke to Jim.  I was troubled a little bit in that I didnt hear Jim say he loved me.  I must have missed it what with Sam fucking me while I was on the phone.  Too distracting.  My thoughts were dropped suddenly as Sam picked up the pace and started to drill my pussy hard and fast.

My orgasm overtook all my thoughts and for the rest of the night Sam kept my mind on him and his cock.  For the first time ever, I even took Sams cock in my mouth and sucked him off right after he pulled out of my ass.  Id never done that before.  I guess having Sam fucking me while I was on the phone with Jim did something deep inside me, making me feel extra slutty or something. 

The rest of the week went by quickly and Sam just stayed at my home in the evenings.  Wed fuck and suck most of the late afternoon after work, go out and eat dinner and then come back to fuck and suck until we crashed and slept until time to get up and go to work.

I was feeling nasty and slutty knowing that me, a married woman, was sleeping with a man that I wasnt married to.  The sharp edge of excitement that I now craved was like an explosion of lust all week long.  Even then, I knew that Friday would be the end of it.  I was breaking it off Friday, taking the weekend off and resting up for Jims return home.  Id begin to make up for my dalliances with Sam, and make sure that Jim knew I loved him.

Jims end:

I arrived at my new home early in the afternoon.  Id driven quite fast, pressing the speed limit and the extra bit that most highway patrol cops would allow.  I was in a hurry, and I wanted to get as far away from the wreck of my marriage as I could.

Terry, my old friend had a pretty busy business going for him.  He and his wife had worked hard to bring it from the idea stage into the reality stage and over the years hed written, emailed and phoned me, bouncing ideas of my head and trying to get me to go to work for him.  Hed been to my wedding hed been a Pall bearer at my dads funeral, and hed been a close friend of mine since high school. 

His wife, Pam, was a great lady and had a damn good head on her shoulders.  I found myself wishing that Giselle was more like Pam often.  One could look at Pam and see that shed never cheat on Terry, ever.  She had a look in her eyes whenever she looked at her husband that shouted I LOVE YOU TERRY every time.  I hadnt seen that look in Giselles eyes for quite some time now, for at least six months anyway.

My new job would be working the programming end of things.  I am very good at programming, having been targeted by Microsoft, Sun, and a few others when I graduated.  My college Masters Thesis had been on my pet project on programming and Id been working on that idea for some time.  I had made arrangements with Terry to share it with him since it was about ready.  It was how I bought into Terry and Pams business.  



By the time my divorce was over with Id probably be making some serious bucks for the first time in my life.  Id timed everything over the last few months to ensure that by the time that happened, Id be free of Giselle.  She didnt deserve to share in my idea or wealth it would bring anymore.  I had put up with her cheating this long for a reason, and now the end result of that patience was coming along.

That thought hit me out of the blue and I had a twinge.  I felt a loss, some anger of course, but mostly sadness.  I still asked myself why I hadnt been enough for her.  I had no answers and now, I didnt want to hear what shed try to tell me either.  We.  Were.  Finished.

Monday morning dawned bright and my appearance at my new job was taken with surprise (for me.)  Terry introduced me to the crew, and all of them were kind, positive and very friendly.  The crew was fourteen men and women.  Actually, it was three men, and eleven women, not counting Terry, Pam or I.  I was welcomed like a hero there to save the day, though the business needed no saving that I could see.

The first few days I was busy moving and unpacking my things not only in my new office, but in my new home too.  I didnt have time to think about my personal life and quite frankly, I was thankful I didnt have to do that anyway.  Thinking about Giselle and what had happened over these last months could drive me to drink and I didnt want to go there.

Terry and Pam had found me the perfect home to live in.  I got the impression the business had purchased it expressly for me.  Since Terry knew me fairly well, and Pam had good taste in decorating the three bedroom house, it was about as great a place as I could have hoped to find and it was mine rent/payment free.

I never had to stay in the motel but for one night.  I felt at home almost right away, which was surprising.  Pam and Terry had me over for dinner twice that week, and they knew what was going on in my personal life.  

Pam clucked over me, like a mother hen, worrying about me, trying to soften any bumps I might have.  Terry patiently watched her, stepping in time and again to stop her from getting too upsetting about my soon to be ex.  Pam was a loyal and good friend, one in a million.  Protective and caring, she was soon working on setting me up with date nights.

It took a bit of time on my part and on Terrys too for that matter, to slow her down.  I wasnt interested in any other women at this moment in time.  I wanted to get my divorce out of the way and then have some time by myself, figuring out what it was I really wanted in my life.  Dating wasnt high on my agenda for the foreseeable future.

I got the call from my lawyer on Thursday.  

Jim, were serving Giselle tomorrow at her place of work.  Its all set up.  The process server will present the papers to her just before noon, so youd better be ready for some excitement.  I also have some good DVDs of the last week too.  She and her lover have been quite busy.  Hang in there buddy and Ill let you know how things stand tomorrow night.





My lawyer was good.  She was among the best in the city, perhaps the State.  She was one of those lawyers that other lawyers shuddered when they heard shed be representing the other side.  In the land of sharks, she was the type A, Great White.  Her reputation was unmatched.  Id gotten lucky when Id been able to get her to represent me.

At first my lawyer Amanda, hadnt wanted to take me on.  Until I explained what Giselle had been doing and who with.  Once she knew that Giselle had been the one to step outside the marital vows, that shed not been receptive to my overtures in trying to win her back, and then to find out who it was Giselle was seeing on the side Amanda had insisted that I accept her as my lawyer.
	
I found out over time that Sam had been involved in several other marital breakups, and in each one, hed managed to keep out of the fracas of discovery, divorce and pain caused by his philandering. Amanda had a very special place she wanted to see Sam, and I think that the devil himself would lose out to this lady.

It seems that Sam was not only a predator, but he always pushed his conquests into doing more and more, eventually leading them into almost a prostitution type life.  Hed use women to get more business lined up for his company, for favors to people he owed, and things like that.  

I knew that Giselle couldnt have seen that side of him yet but I was certain that if she kept seeing him, she would, sooner or later.  I knew too that Giselle would regret ever having hooked up with him eventually too.  Too bad it would be too late for her to have me to come running to.

It happened that Sams modus operandi was about always the same.  Find a woman that wasnt quite there as far as dress, looks or confidence.  Never all, just one of those things, and hed work on them.  Get to know them, build them up, get in between their legs, and then after getting to be their lover, set them up to work for him.  He was slick that was certain.  Amanda wanted a piece of him badly and my marriage was to be the instrument of his destruction it seemed.

The week went by slowly and each night when Id call Giselle, it took all I had to act like I cared.  That Thursday night, I knew it would be the last call Id make to her.  I also knew that shed be trying her damnedest to call me tomorrow after being served too.  Luckily, my old cell phone would be history by then.

Giselle continues:

Jim called me Thursday and sounded down.  I was feeling guilty too.  Id been thinking all week long, in between my fuck-fests with Sam.   I knew that it was time to break it off.  I shouldnt have ever had to break it off to begin with.  At different times all day Thursday, I felt like Id lost something important.  I couldnt quite put my finger on what was truly bothering me, but I knew something was going on in my universe.  I could feel it.  My stomach had been upset, and deep inside I had the feeling of impending doom for some strange reason.








Our conversation was different too.  Jim sounded relieved, yet he didnt seem to want to talk to me.  He called, and pretty much waited for me to carry the conversation.  When we hung up I told him I loved him and he just said goodbye.  Had I known then what I know now Id never have let him go on that trip. Id have begged him for forgiveness. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty isnt it?

I put my worries out of my mind and as I turned from hanging up I began to tell Sam that this would be our last night together.  I was breaking it off with him now so Id have two or three days to prepare for my husbands return.  I wanted to be sure that nothing of Sam would be left in or on my body.  No smells, no residual sperm, nothing.

The phone call troubled me late that night, but I finally fell asleep after Sam stirred awake beside me and began to thrust in and out.  His cock was still in me from our earlier fucking, him spooned up to my back, and that last little orgasm put me into la-la land.

I was at work on Friday just before lunch when my whole universe shuddered to a halt.  I heard my name mentioned by a man in a dark brown suit.  It was ill fitting, and he looked a bit hard around the eyes as he walked towards me.

Giselle Hartman?

Yes, can I help you?

Youve been served.

And with that my whole world crumbled around me.  I wasnt sure what I was being sued for, but something had to be dreadfully wrong.  Without looking in the envelope hed handed me before he turned and walked out, I called Jim.  Hed know what to do.  I always have been able to turn to my husband to fix problems for me.  Hed fix this up, whatever it was.

I tried to call him that was.  I hit speed dial on my cell phone and only heard that Jims number was no longer in service.  Troubled, I looked up his phone number on my callers list and tried dialing it, thinking that the phone company was having issues.  I got the same message.

Suddenly I was scared.  I felt a chill course through my body as little demons began to poke my heart. Panic set in and I did the only thing I knew to do.  I called Jims boss.

Steven Sedgwick.

Steve I cant seem to get a hold of Jim.  Do you know where hes staying?

Giselle?

Yes. This is Giselle Steve, you know me.

Why are you calling here?  Jim quit.  His last day was last Friday.  He took another job somewhere else. He told me he was moving there permanently.




Stunned I could only sit there holding my cell phone to my ear.  Jim had quit his job? His last day had been last Friday?  Hed moved away?  I didnt know what to do.  I sat at my desk in shock. Not only did I fear my life now, I realized Id just made a fool out of myself to Jims former boss.  I mean, his own wife wasnt aware of what was going on with him?  Howd that look to anyone seeing it from the sidelines?

  That brown envelope was looking more and more like a viper waiting to strike me dead. 

Finally I opened it up and discovered my affairs cost to me.  Id lost my husband.  The only man Id ever loved was gone.  Hed left me.  Id chased him away with my cheap, tawdry affair.  And for what, some temporary gratification that Jim could have given me had I let him be with me over the last six months?

Im not sure how long I sat at my desk crying, but a co-worker finally saw me and got me off to the ladies room.  In tears I explained what was going on.  At first Mary was angry that my husband could be so cruel.  After I explained my part in why hed left me she suddenly got angry at me.

Are you stupid or crazy?  Jesus Giselle that man worshipped the ground you walked on.  He loved you.  He was totally in love with you and you do this to him?  Hes a great catch and you caught and released him? You have to be out of your mind to let a man as great as Jim go like this.  What were you thinking?   On your lovers best day he couldnt be a tenth the man Jim is on his worst day.  You poor foolish woman.  I pity you.  I really do.

I never knew hed find out Mary.  I thought Id have my fling, Jim wouldnt ever know, and after I was over Sam, Id make it up to Jim.

Honey, husbands will always find out, always.  Theyll notice it when you start to act different.  All cheaters do that you know.  Its the little things in the beginning.  First you may slight him in some little way.  Your lover is making you feel sexy, your husband obviously didnt, otherwise your lover wouldnt have gotten to you like he did.  Pretty soon youre so caught up in your affair you cant see what youre doing to your loving husband.  You have to understand Giselle, Jim knew.  He felt it over time.  He dug up the facts Im sure.  You didnt see it because you were caught up in your deception and games.

Oh God Ive lost him.

Maybe maybe not.  Hell need to talk to you.  There will have to be closure.  Hell need it.  You may have a small chance to get him to forgive.  He wont forget, but he may forgive you.

He hit me with divorce papers today.  Hes been acting strange all week when I talk to him on the phone and now I cant even call him.  Ive lost him.  Hed never have left like this, quitting his job and everything unless hed given up on me.  Why couldnt I have seen this?  Why did I keep on with Sam?  Oh my God, Ive ruined my life, my marriage everything.

Youll live Giselle.  Trust me I know youll live.

How do you know that?



Ive told you.  Ive been there right here where you are.  I too had an affair.  My ex left me.  He beat the holy living hell out of my lover, but he left me.  Ive managed to survive.

You cheated on your husband too?

Yeah.  I never saw the little changes in how I treated my husband until it was too late too.  Thats the problem with cheating.  At first youre trying to hide everything, so you act differently than you would because what if your husband discovers that you have another mans leavings in you?  Later, you begin to feel some kind of power in that youre getting away with it, so you relax and to ease any guilt, you begin to give more to your husband.  Later, you start to feel like youre husband must be less of a man since youre fooling him so easily and he doesnt have a clue.  Usually the husband has it all figured out way before you know.

Howd he find out?

Dont know.  All I know is that one day I was served, pretty much like you were today.  He had pictures, recordings even a DVD movie of me with my lover.  Our lawyers fought it out hard.  I fought the divorce, trying to convince my husband that Id change, that I loved him more than any other man but it was all for naught.  I lost everything I valued in the divorce my husband and his unadulterated love for me, his queen.  I took that pristine love and dirtied it all up so that even I wouldnt have been able to forgive myself, had I been in his shoes.

Oh.  Oh my God.  Oh my God.  Ive lost him, hes gone.  Im all alone.

It doesnt look good for you right now Giselle, but if you work hard as you can you may be able to get him to forgive you.  He really loved you a lot and everyone here knows that.  You might be able to change his mind about you if you try hard, Giselle.

I dont even know where to find him.  He quit his job and moved away a week ago.  Im not even sure where he is now.  He could be anywhere, anywhere at all.

Well find him.  Hell have to show up eventually if only to sign the divorce papers.

Yeah, but by then it will be far too late for me or him to reconcile.

Call his lawyer and demand that Jim contact you as soon as he can.  He may not tell you where to find him, but if you can get Jim to call you can try to reverse search the phone number and locate where he is.

What if he doesnt call me?  What then?

Theres other ways to locate people now days Giselle.  Well find him, we will.

Mary tried to sound upbeat and positive, but deep down inside she was afraid that Jim had flown the coop for a particular reason, and the divorce was probably it.  She felt that Jim was going to try to avoid any contact with his soon to be ex-wife because he was afraid that hed buckle under and appear weak by talking to her and then letting himself be convinced into taking his cheating wife back.




Mary understood Jims feelings more than many could realize.  Her own husband had told her those same things verbatim when he refused to talk to her about her cheating and the possibility of taking her back.  

He had even been ashamed that hed let her talk him into an hour long talk to his soon to be ex, knowing that shed try to talk him out of the divorce.  In the end hed stood strong and left her.  Neither had married since then and Mary was sure that her ex didnt even date and their divorce had been over two years before.

Mary had painful prior experience about divorce and shed do whatever she could to help Giselle with her pain now.  She knew how Giselle was feeling, and just how devastating it was to be served those papers.  Giselle needed her help more than she realized.  Far more than she would know for quite some time.

Id been at work for a few weeks when the call came.

Jim, she wants to talk.  Shes refusing to do sign anything, and shes said that shell fight the divorce tooth and nail.

Oh man.  Why?  She has the man she wants, so why would she fight it?

Because she doesnt have the man she wants?  Ive seen this before.  Trust me Jim she is dying in side right now because you found out, left her, and then hit her with the divorce.  Im not real certain your actions were the best way to go about doing things, but I do understand why.  In the end, shell fight it, delaying the whole mess until it costs a bunch in legal fees. I recommend that you sit and talk with her.  Get her to give it up.  Maybe shell see how serious you really are and walk away then.

NOW she wants to talk?  NOW?  I tried for months to get her to open up and talk.  I tried for months to turn her around and back into the woman I loved and desired.  NOW she wants to talk?  Fuck.  Sorry I dont mean to blow up like this.  It just pisses me off so much.

Well, you could probably use the good news then huh?

Good news?

Yeah, Sammy boy, her lover, just went down hard.  Seems he tired to force his way in on Giselle, all pissed off about her breaking it off with him and meaning it.  The cops were called, and as they hauled him off to jail, I hear that some other women called the cops and started filing charges too.

Howd the other women know?  OH, wait, dont answer that.  I think I know what little birdie got the word out about him.

Why Jim, Im surprised youd think that I, an officer of the court, could or would do such a thing.




I never said you did Amanda.  I can see the light though.  Not to worry, I wont ever tell.  I hope the son of a bitch goes away for a long, long time.

You and me both Mr.  You and me both.  Anyway, you want me to set up a meet between you and Giselle?

Fine.  Make it for next Saturday, in the afternoon.  Ill meet her at Charros bar.  Shell know where thats at Im sure.

Hey, you doing okay Jim?

Yeah.  Still hurts.  My new job is keeping me plenty busy though, so I dont have to think too much about things.  Thanks Amanda.

You know, youre one of the few good guys Jim.  I respect you and how you tried to fix things before they got to this point.  Too bad Giselle didnt see that until it was too late.

Yeah.  Too bad.

Giselle finishes:

Our talk wasnt good.  Jim flat out refused to agree to any chance of reconciliation.  He told me Id burned the bridge to ashes and there was no structure to repair.  Our marriage was dead and he wanted it buried.  I finally was forced to sign off on our marriage.  I was forced to give up.  Once I heard his voice, saw the look in his eyes, I knew Id screwed up.  I knew hed never bend on this.  Maybe, had Id seen something coming like this before I would have had a chance to save our marriage, but now not a chance in a million.

The worst part of all of this?  I love him completely totally and forever.  I just didnt realize how much until it was too late.  He found a new job, moved away and led me to believe hed be home at the end of the week.  Yeah, he lied to me.  The problem I have now is to know that I lied far more, for a far longer time, and in a far worse way.  My life is empty.  My lover gone, evidently headed to jail.  My husband gone and soon to be my ex-husband, all thats left of my marriage is his signing the decree.  

Im still young enough to start over, but the clock is ticking and soon I will be in that danger zone for having children.  I couldnt keep my first husband, who I loved dearly, even though through my cheating I clearly showed the opposite to those who saw what happened.  I signed the final papers today.  Decree Nisi   being the beginning of the end Decree Absolute being what I signed today.  So cold.  So formal.  So empty.











Jim finishes: 


My life has gone through a metamorphosis.  With Giselle gone living in a new city and my new job keeping me busy I havent had a lot of time to dwell on the recent past.  I have had some nights that were long, cold, and yes, empty.  I see some silver linings beginning to show up though.  


My process program is working far better than even I hoped for.  Our business is leaping ahead with a growing momentum thanks to our combined efforts.  Ive found a nice house that I moved into, and one day I hope it becomes home to me too.  Lastly, theres a few nice prospects for female companionship on my horizon.  

Im a bit gun shy of new relationships, but I have dated a bit here and there.  I hope to get over the nasty mess behind me soon and then I can begin to look for someone special again.  Im pretty sure they wont look or even sound or act anything like Giselle though.  Thats okay with me though Im about over her totally now.  Just a little more time and Ill bet even the looks, sounding or acting like her wont even get to me.   Too much.







