Did the shape of her hips really bother me, or had my ego formed a distaste because she wasn't blonde? Was I really that superficial? And how had this escaped me as I turned from enjoying Frannie in my life to feeling repulsed?
Her entry was right on time. She looked over at the table and frowned.
I said, "Didn't know if you'd be home for dinner or not, but made it for you just in case."
"You could've asked."
I sniffed in, searching for a way to bring up what I wanted to talk about.
She made a face. "I'll eat it."
"Not going to Leo's tonight?"
"Actually, I am."
I nodded, looking down.
She went off and showered, leaving me silent.
I had dinner out and served when she came out. A simple meatloaf with a side of green beans.
She considered it briefly and sat.
I couldn't read the expression that crossed her face. I handed her the pepper and salt.
"Thanks."
I grunted my acknowledgment.
When we were done, she began gathering plates.
I cleared my throat. "I was hoping we might talk a little…"
She froze, plates in hands. "About what?"
I took several deep breaths. "I've done a lot wrong, I think."
She didn't answer. Instead, she put the dishes in the dishwasher.
When she came back to the table, I said, "I wanted to say how wrong I've been and that I'm sorry things have come to this."
She laughed. "This is new. Did you fall down and hit your head?"
"I've been doing a lot of thinking—"
She gave me a level look. "That's your problem; you think too much."
I nodded. "You're right."
She glanced towards her bedroom. "How long is this going to take?"
"Frannie…" I stood and gripped her shoulders gently. Her flesh was warm and familiar and the look she gave me that searched my eyes and mind was a look that raised in me memories of when I had proposed. I said, "I really am sorry that I've been so stupid."
"What are you getting at?" She sounded suspicious, wary, and leery.
"I'm not sure how all this happened, but I think it was me."
"Isn't this a little late?"
I felt deflated, having given my apologies to be so rudely rebuffed. I deserve it. I squeezed her shoulders, wanting to say more, but unsure as to what or how.
She arched an eyebrow. It really wasn't that thick or bushy and some women looked downright sexy with bushier eyebrows than she had. "I know what you're thinking: you're going to lose laundry service and cook—"
"No!" I was going to lose wasn't I? But far more than household shared duties. I searched her face and saw the set of her jaw and the determination in her eyes. There was nothing I could say. I pulled her in for a hug, just wanting to let her know that I really did care, after all.
She was stiff.
I put every effort into my words I could. "I'm really, really sorry."
She relaxed some and said, "Why this now?"
I breathed in her familiar scent. "I think Leo was the catalyst. He woke me up to what a dick I've been. How unfair and disrespectful."
She relaxed more and sighed. Her hand came up and petted my shoulder in a friendly way. "We weren't made for each other, that's all."
I couldn't accept the statement. But, neither could I say anything against it. Instead, I stood there stupidly and cried. It welled up and bubbled out as a force that could not be fought.
She stopped petting me and went stiff again. "Are you really crying? You?"
I sniffed in. "I love you." I said it. The last time I said it was over six years ago.
Her muscles went taut and she pushed at me, breaking the hug. "What are you doing? I don't want this." Her look was angry and hurt. "I'm not doing this." She shook her head and then stared at me. She shook her head again. "I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm not gonna go along with it."
I watched her stomp to her bedroom. A few minutes later, she slammed the door on her way out.
I stood there feeling numb and dumb.
~ ~ ~
She stayed away for two days.
I was out back, dumping trash and not during Leo's break.
He stuck his head out the back door and said, "Thought I heard you."
I didn't want to talk to him. "Yeah."
He came out anyway, a scowl on his face. "What's going on with you? What are you playing at with Frannie?"
"Playing?"
"She said you changed your tune – tried to convince her you loved her."
I pursed my lips and looked at him. He looked perturbed. I said, "Maybe I still do."
He laughed. "You? Mister I Hate My Wife?"
I sighed, knowing he was right. I had hated her, hadn't I? "People do stupid things. Guess I did my share…"
He said nothing, just stared me up and down.
I said, "I tried to apologize to her. Things you've said maybe woke something up in me – the realization that my way of treating her was wrong."
He snorted and fished out a cigarette. He played with it angrily. "Feeling jealous? You offer her to me and now you don't like it?"
I hadn't considered jealousy – it just hadn't made an appearance. Yet. "She's my wife."
He said airily, "You didn't want her, dude."
"I've thought a lot about that—"
"She said you over-thought things too much. Now you've got her all riled up, wondering what you're trying to accomplish."
"I wanted her to know I regret everything."
He shook his head. "Do you know anything? Do you really know what you want?"
~ ~ ~
She came into the apartment and glanced at the table.
I had not set out dishes; I wasn't hungry and was unsure if she would even come home. I was in the recliner and stunned into speechlessness that she was in the apartment. I stood.
She shot a glance at me that was filled with warning. She turned to go to her bedroom – what had once been our bedroom.
I went after her, wanting to talk but not knowing even where to begin.
She felt or heard me following her and turned at her door to shut it.
"Frannie…"
Her look was confused. "What? What do you want?"
I pushed open her door as she stepped back, the hurt look becoming sharper and harder. I took her in a hug that was all me at first. She clenched her arms up together, fists near her neck, not hugging me back.
I said, "I really do want you to know how sorry I am and that I really do love you. I've been terrible and there's no excuse."
She shook, tensing.
I gripped her head pressing it gently into my shoulder. "I'm sorry. So very—"
She burst into tears. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I regret all this. I treated you wrong—"
Her arms latched around me and she wept. "I wondered if I was so bad—"
"It wasn't you, Frannie. It wasn't you." I petted her hair.
She looked up at me through her tears, searching my eyes.
I kissed her lips. They were stiff at first and unyielding. But they softened and she fell into kissing me like a puzzle piece falling into place. The comfort and familiarity of how we used to kiss came rushing back just like that. I swayed inside at the surge of sensations. How in the world did I not want this? Am I that stupid? Or dense?
She kissed me back, trembling as if scared – and I was sure she was. I couldn't remember the last time I had kissed her – years. Had we grown so used to each other that we lost the feeling of connection between us? Immune to feelings of intimacy? Numb to our needs? Deadened to our desires?
I pressed against her, feeling her shape after so long going without. She was still Frannie, soft and sensuous after all these years. Her form melded to mine with an ease not forgotten, but flooding back as if there had been no interruption.
I grew hard; I couldn't help it.
Her sensuality and familiarity melted any meaning I had to just apologize and be contrite. She so consumed me with the reappearance of that familiar bond that I found myself growing hot with desire.
This is my Frannie. My wife. And she deserves my love. I pressed my erection against her and caused trembles in her that mimicked the first time we had become intimate.
I began undressing her with eager and erratic fingers. I was panting, trying to undo buttons and being a total boob about it – exactly like our first time. So was she.
Eventually, we settled on undressing ourselves.
She looked curvy, more than when we first met, but with the sexy curves of a mature woman and not those of a stiff, young girl.
I wanted to laugh with joy at seeing her boobs. It had been so long and they really weren't shaped bad. Why had I thought so? I reached out and caressed one, hanging just slightly lower than the last time I remembered. I palmed her boob and rubbed over her hardening nipple. So soft and sexy.
She backed up a little, a hesitant step backwards against her bed. A rush of emotion almost toppled me. It was the same move she had made the very first time. My head spun with lust. My muscles flexed with the need for action – action in taking her.
I pushed her down onto the bed with a strong grip.
She gasped, her skin flushing in response.
I laid her down and knelt beside her hips.
She parted her legs, knowing I meant to lick her.
I had always done it from the side because she liked it that way. The movement of my tongue across rather than up and down excited her more. Had she told Leo?
I ran my tongue across her clit, back and forth, realizing I had never lost the peculiar technique I used with her. I inserted a finger into a wet hole and began massaging upwards.
Frannie groaned in a rising whimper.
Yes, she was as excited as I was. I licked and tongued with more confidence, remembering how she responded and reacted. Her pussy felt silky and wet on my finger, warm and inviting.
Her orgasm was a breathy, gasping series of moans that had her taut and trembling on the bed. Her sounds were filled with remembered wonder and I knew she enjoyed it.
I climbed between her legs, quivering with my own need. I rubbed the head over her clit and pressed in. Her lips parted and I sank into that familiar pussy. My shaft slid perfectly in, sending shivers up my spine with her soft and wet feel. I pressed in all the way and let out a loud sigh of relief. Why had I stopped doing this? "Wonderful…"
She giggled nervously, gasping at the end. Her whisper was uncertain. "Why did we stop doing this?"
I moved back and pushed in again, setting up a steady in and out movement. "I don't know, but this feels so good."
Her hands gripped my shoulders, clawing as I made love to her with reawakened lust. It was almost as if we had never stopped. The silky feel of her pussy gripped my shaft evenly, and I closed my eyes – savoring the sensation of her on my erection. It was perfect, the way it always had been.
I popped open my eyes and looked down at her, the realization as stunning and damning as if God on High had pointed his finger at me. I said, "My god, you're beautiful." I leaned down onto her and we clutched each other. I kissed her deeply, my right hand stroking her face as I did.
When I broke the kiss, she said, "I missed this."
I shook my head. "So did I. Why in the world did we stop?" I gripped the back of her neck and pushed deep. She moaned happily as I pumped with more desperation. Her hips moved perfectly with mine, our union an exact match of working parts that found not a hitch of awkwardness. We knew how we did it, each other, together.
My wife. I groaned heavily, pressing deep and going still.
She gripped my butt, pulling.
I unloaded in her an explosive burst of cum that sent tickles and jerks up and down my body. I sent several powerful shots into her that finally left me panting and laughing. "Wow, that was good."
~ ~ ~
Then the reality came like a horde of barbarians to rape and pillage.
I was lying next to her. She was turned to me, scraping her fingernails across my hairy chest. I loved it and she knew it.
She said, "I don't know why this happened, but—"
"Because I love you and missed you."
Her fingers stopped. "Is this some attempt to keep me from leaving?"
I looked at her, horrified that she would think what we had just done was some game. I shook my head. "I… I don't want you to leave."
She looked down, frowning.
I said, "I want us to work. I want it to be like it used to."
"Leo…"
I pursed my lips. "What about him?"
She laughed incredulously. "You handed me off to him…"
I sighed. "I did. Stupid thing. But I don't want you to divorce me. I want you, Frannie. Maybe it took Leo to wake me up."
She was quiet for a long time.
I knew better than to interrupt her thoughts. But it was the next moment that put me on the spot.
CHAPTER 10
She said, "You can't undo what's happened."
"Between us? Or with Leo?"
"Leo."
I wasn't sure where she was going with this. "Maybe not, but I love you. Let's work this out. Let's come together, you and me—"
"I'm not going to give him up."
"Huh?"
"You pushed us together. I had him; I'm not going to stop."
I leaned back.
She said, "Maybe he isn't you, but he's sweet and I like bedding with him. Now that we're doing it, I'm not going to just stop."
"But you're my wife."
Her eyes got dramatically large. "That didn't seem to bother you before."
Of course, you're right. "I thought we might work things out. Stay together."
She curled her fingers in my chest hair. "I… I still love you, Wolf. I do. But…"
"But?"
"I like Leo. I like the way he makes love to me. I'm not going to give it up."
"You expect me to share?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't. This was sweet and all, reliving what we used to have, but I don't think it'll work."
This was the moment Jealousy came in, shook hands with my heart, and introduced himself. "Is he better than me or something?"
"No, but he cares."
"I care, now."
"That's great and all, but I'm supposed to throw him off to make an attempt with you again?"
I felt out of breath. "Isn't twelve years' worth—"
"The last six wasn't worth it."
"I said I was sorry."
She pursed her lips. "You really think six years can be so easily erased with a couple words?" She got out of bed.
I so wanted her to come back and be hugged. "But—"
"I'm going over to Leo's. I have an appointment Monday with an attorney."
I was shaking my head, wanting so desperately to rewind the clock just fifteen minutes. "After what we just had?"
"I'm not giving him up. You can only blame yourself for this one." She looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, Wolf."
~ ~ ~
She left the apartment not long after, carrying an overnighter bag.
I sat, stunned and stupid in my recliner. What just happened? I shook my head at the door. Where have I gone so wrong and so easily?
Answers were absent and questions present.
~ ~ ~
I barely glanced at Caitlyn on the monitor; I just didn't care for the high school games and shit the girl had pulled. Not when I was losing everything I ever had.
I was determined to struggle against the inevitable. Feeling everything crumbling away around me, I went out to confront Leo on his break.
For his part, he didn't automatically launch into some angry tirade. He said, "I don't think talking is going to do much, Wolf." He was fiddling with an unbroken cigarette; a broken one lay on the ground at his feet.
I folded my arms and leaned a
gainst the wall facing him. "She's my wife."
"Like that mattered last month?"
"A lot has changed."
He stood straight. "It sure has. You offered her to me and I took it. I've had my dick deep in her married pussy. You can't change that."
I felt my muscles tense. "Can it, Leo. I don't need your bravado."
He stabbed the cigarette at me. "When you licked her yesterday? Did you taste my cum in her?"
I instantly launched a fist at his face, surprising me and him at the same time. The impact was solid and sent him spinning. I packed a powerful punch when pissed and I was bigger than him, anyway.
He regained his balance and stood still, rubbing the side of his jaw at his chin. "Duking it out won't stop you from losing her."
I took a deep breath, the fight spent with the single punch. "You're turning into such a dick, Leo."
He laughed. "So says Mister Dick himself."
I sighed. Two dicks duking it out over a dame. Is Frannie attracted to that kind of guy? Is that why she liked me? Leo? Both?
"Let her go, Wolf. Just let her go."
I didn't want to do that. I wasn't going to do that.
Back inside, I texted Frannie.
Me: I want to talk to you. Will you be home tonight?
Francine: With Lisa to start packing.
Lisa was her best friend. I frowned at the message but didn't respond.
~ ~ ~
I waited in the kitchen, a small sandwich prepared for both of us. I didn't know what I was going to do or say, practicing lines felt wrong. I just knew I needed to intervene. All that alpha male control stuff.
Why isn't this like the romance novels? I'm supposed to be able to tap or snap my fingers and the woman just melts into total submission. The female always does everything the alpha male wants. Maybe I should write a contract or something stupid like that and then wave it around. No, that's really stupid.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door.
The two gals came in, looking around warily and carrying empty boxes.
I picked up her sandwich and placed it on the table.
Both eyed me with suspicion.
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