“Like I told you on the phone, I’ve secretly always wanted a guy more than a gal. I’m sorry, Becky, but I feel like I just can’t help that.”
“Look, Bob, we don’t have to cover that again. And frankly, I’d rather not. I want you to be free to do whatever the hell you find that you want to do. But know this, I want the same thing for me, okay?”
“I get it, Becky, I really do. And for what it’s worth, I want to apologize, I need to apologize for not being the husband that you wanted, or the one you deserved.”
“Look, Bob, for what it’s worth to you…I still love you…and I feel like I always will. I really want what’s best for you. And if you feel like Adam is what’s best for you…then go for it. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know what this man looks like. What does the guy look like who stole my husband away from me?”
Robert got out his wallet and fished a photo of Adam from it. He had dark, wavy hair, looked to be about five foot eight inches, my guess at least. And wasn’t too bad looking a guy.
“His situation is a lot like mine, like ours, actually. He was married with a wife, three kids, and two dogs. He and I have made an agreement, we don’t sleep around with any other guys, or gals, of course. Our relationship is totally just him and me. Neither of us wants to be concerned about getting AIDS or some other venereal disease. I told you before that we’re not in love, but I think he’s getting me to rethink that one.
“Like I said, Becky, I’m sorry. Probably the main reason why our sex life went ka-plop was because he and I kind of agreed that we wouldn’t be with anyone else but each other. But, I let you down, and you didn’t deserve that. I am sorry.”
As I watched Robert tell me those things, it still impressed me what a handsome guy I married. I was impressed with his ability to be concerned about my feelings. Yes, I wish the big lug would’ve been concerned with my feelings back then too, but now it was too late for any of that…or was it?
I got up from where I was sitting on the couch, and walked over and sat next to Robert on the love seat.
“How sorry are you, Bob? Sorry enough to give your wife one more romp in the hay? I haven’t been with any other man. I have no worries about having any venereal diseases of any kind, because the last man that fucked me…was you. Am I wrong to want just one more time with the guy who’s still my husband?”
“Becky…I don’t know…”
“C’mon, Bob, I’ve never known you to be a wimpy wimp. This Adam is probably a nice guy, but I hope you’re not needing to call and ask him if you can sleep with your wife one more time. You never heard me tell you that I wasn’t impressed with your cock. You had one of the nicest ones I’ve ever seen. How about letting me ‘see it’ just one more time?”
Robert stood up, took my hand, to lead me to what would be our bedroom for one last time.
After we’d undressed each other, I have to say it felt good just laying there with Robert kissing and making out like we used to do in our happier days. Back then, we tried to do our fucking after the kids had gone to sleep. But sometimes one, or both of them would wake up and come in to our bedroom because they heard us making noises, grunts and groans; sounds that their mother and father were making because of their coupling.
After reassuring them that everything was fine and after they’d returned to their bed, we’d take up where we’d left off. I guess it was kind of like that now…we were taking up where we’d left off. But I could tell Robert seemed somewhat uncomfortable. So I asked him about it.