19-04-2019, 10:21 PM
FIDELITY
2nd PART
THE REUNION
Last summer was the ten-year reunion for Wendy’s high college class. Wendy’s parents had moved from Oak Park to San Diego five years earlier so we hadn’t been back to her hometown since our marriage. Wendy wanted to go to her reunion so I agreed to go back with her. Two days before we were to leave for the reunion my boss, Jason Kane, called me and said that we had a major problem on one of our projects and he needed me in Jacksonville right away.
Wendy was disappointed and was ready to cancel our reservations. I told her she should go and have fun. Wendy was reluctant to go without me. Since we got married we haven’t been apart very often and Wendy always hated it when I had to go out of town on business. Now we would be apart for nearly a week. In the end Wendy decided to go to the reunion and we talked about her maybe flying down to Jacksonville after the reunion.
While I was in Jacksonville I called Wendy every night. On the third night there, Jason and I went out for drinks. After three martinis I was feeling no pain and when Jason suggested that we invite two attractive women that he had been talking to us to go to dinner, I agreed.
I don’t remember much about the dinner or the conversation that night. I do remember that Jason left with one of the women around ten o’clock leaving me at the restaurant with the other. Her name was Susan. She was blonde, blue eyed and very sexy and for the first time since I had met Wendy I was thinking of having sex with another woman.
Susan invited me to her apartment and I accepted. On the way there in a taxi Susan was all over me. She was kissing me and hand her hand in my crotch squeezing my cock, which was getting quite hard. As we pulled up in front of her apartment building my cell phone rang. Susan got out of the car and I answered the phone as I paid the driver. It was Wendy on the phone. I told her that I couldn’t talk, that I would call her back in fifteen minutes. Then I told the cabbie to wait for me and I got out and told Susan that something had come up and I had to leave. I didn’t wait for a response. I got back into the taxi and told the driver to take me to my hotel. On the way to my hotel I thought about what almost happened. I had almost cheated on Wendy. I began to think about the timing of her phone call. It was as if Wendy was psychic and somehow knew that she needed to intercede to prevent me from doing something that could destroy our marriage.
When I got back to my room I called Wendy’s hotel room. After about seven rings the voice message service picked up. They said that Wendy wasn’t in but I could leave a message. I didn’t bother to leave a message; I just called her cell phone instead. Wendy answered on the third ring. I asked her where she was and she said, “I’m in bed. I just turned the television off and was ready to go to sleep.”
I said, “Why didn’t you answer your room phone?”
“I never heard it ring.”
I thought that a little odd, but didn’t question it. Then I asked about the reunion. Wendy said, “It has been great but can I tell you about it tomorrow. I’m really tired now. It’s amazing how much everyone has changed yet stayed the same.”
I said, “We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m glad that you’re having a good time. Are you going to be able to come down here?”
“I guess that depends on you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d really like to stay here another couple of days and come home on Thursday. Would you mind?”
“If that’s what you really want. I’ve had you to myself the last ten years; I guess I can let your friends have you for a few days. You have fun with and hopefully I will see you at home on Friday. I love you Bye.”
Wendy said, “I love you too. Bye.”
I listened for her to hand up and just before the line went dead I heard a car horn on the phone. It was loud and sounded like it was pretty close to Wendy. I didn’t think anything of it as I set the phone down.
I went into the bathroom to take a couple of aspirin and brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth and looking at myself in the mirror I felt like something was wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering me. I guessed that it was because I’d had too much to drink but it didn’t feel like that was the problem.
Because of the drinks I‘d consumed I expected to fall asleep quickly but I didn’t. As I lay in bed I began reviewing the events of the evening in my head. I thought about how close I had come to cheating on Wendy and how her call came just in time to stop me.
Then I began to wonder why she didn’t here the phone ring in her hotel room when the phone couldn’t have been more than a couple of feet from her. Then there was the car horn I heard. I began to think that maybe Wendy wasn’t in her room when I called her.
Maybe she was actually here in Jacksonville. Maybe she flew down here to surprise me and saw me with Susan and she followed us and called me when we pulled up in front of Susan’s apartment.
‘Oh God.’ If she saw me with Susan she must be really pissed at me. But she didn’t sound upset with me on the phone.
After about an hour of torturing myself I finally fell asleep. In the morning I felt much better. I realized that Wendy wasn’t in Jacksonville. She never would have let seeing me with another woman pass. She would have told me she saw me and I would be in deep shit. I knew now that she didn’t answer the hotel phone, probably because something was wrong with it and it didn’t ring in the room. And the car horn I heard was either on the television or here room was on the ground floor near the parking lot or the street.
I was glad to have that settled.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
2nd PART
THE REUNION
Last summer was the ten-year reunion for Wendy’s high college class. Wendy’s parents had moved from Oak Park to San Diego five years earlier so we hadn’t been back to her hometown since our marriage. Wendy wanted to go to her reunion so I agreed to go back with her. Two days before we were to leave for the reunion my boss, Jason Kane, called me and said that we had a major problem on one of our projects and he needed me in Jacksonville right away.
Wendy was disappointed and was ready to cancel our reservations. I told her she should go and have fun. Wendy was reluctant to go without me. Since we got married we haven’t been apart very often and Wendy always hated it when I had to go out of town on business. Now we would be apart for nearly a week. In the end Wendy decided to go to the reunion and we talked about her maybe flying down to Jacksonville after the reunion.
While I was in Jacksonville I called Wendy every night. On the third night there, Jason and I went out for drinks. After three martinis I was feeling no pain and when Jason suggested that we invite two attractive women that he had been talking to us to go to dinner, I agreed.
I don’t remember much about the dinner or the conversation that night. I do remember that Jason left with one of the women around ten o’clock leaving me at the restaurant with the other. Her name was Susan. She was blonde, blue eyed and very sexy and for the first time since I had met Wendy I was thinking of having sex with another woman.
Susan invited me to her apartment and I accepted. On the way there in a taxi Susan was all over me. She was kissing me and hand her hand in my crotch squeezing my cock, which was getting quite hard. As we pulled up in front of her apartment building my cell phone rang. Susan got out of the car and I answered the phone as I paid the driver. It was Wendy on the phone. I told her that I couldn’t talk, that I would call her back in fifteen minutes. Then I told the cabbie to wait for me and I got out and told Susan that something had come up and I had to leave. I didn’t wait for a response. I got back into the taxi and told the driver to take me to my hotel. On the way to my hotel I thought about what almost happened. I had almost cheated on Wendy. I began to think about the timing of her phone call. It was as if Wendy was psychic and somehow knew that she needed to intercede to prevent me from doing something that could destroy our marriage.
When I got back to my room I called Wendy’s hotel room. After about seven rings the voice message service picked up. They said that Wendy wasn’t in but I could leave a message. I didn’t bother to leave a message; I just called her cell phone instead. Wendy answered on the third ring. I asked her where she was and she said, “I’m in bed. I just turned the television off and was ready to go to sleep.”
I said, “Why didn’t you answer your room phone?”
“I never heard it ring.”
I thought that a little odd, but didn’t question it. Then I asked about the reunion. Wendy said, “It has been great but can I tell you about it tomorrow. I’m really tired now. It’s amazing how much everyone has changed yet stayed the same.”
I said, “We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m glad that you’re having a good time. Are you going to be able to come down here?”
“I guess that depends on you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d really like to stay here another couple of days and come home on Thursday. Would you mind?”
“If that’s what you really want. I’ve had you to myself the last ten years; I guess I can let your friends have you for a few days. You have fun with and hopefully I will see you at home on Friday. I love you Bye.”
Wendy said, “I love you too. Bye.”
I listened for her to hand up and just before the line went dead I heard a car horn on the phone. It was loud and sounded like it was pretty close to Wendy. I didn’t think anything of it as I set the phone down.
I went into the bathroom to take a couple of aspirin and brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth and looking at myself in the mirror I felt like something was wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering me. I guessed that it was because I’d had too much to drink but it didn’t feel like that was the problem.
Because of the drinks I‘d consumed I expected to fall asleep quickly but I didn’t. As I lay in bed I began reviewing the events of the evening in my head. I thought about how close I had come to cheating on Wendy and how her call came just in time to stop me.
Then I began to wonder why she didn’t here the phone ring in her hotel room when the phone couldn’t have been more than a couple of feet from her. Then there was the car horn I heard. I began to think that maybe Wendy wasn’t in her room when I called her.
Maybe she was actually here in Jacksonville. Maybe she flew down here to surprise me and saw me with Susan and she followed us and called me when we pulled up in front of Susan’s apartment.
‘Oh God.’ If she saw me with Susan she must be really pissed at me. But she didn’t sound upset with me on the phone.
After about an hour of torturing myself I finally fell asleep. In the morning I felt much better. I realized that Wendy wasn’t in Jacksonville. She never would have let seeing me with another woman pass. She would have told me she saw me and I would be in deep shit. I knew now that she didn’t answer the hotel phone, probably because something was wrong with it and it didn’t ring in the room. And the car horn I heard was either on the television or here room was on the ground floor near the parking lot or the street.
I was glad to have that settled.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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