Breaking up with John, my first boyfriend, made me go into the arms of my married boss, Fred, on the rebound. We had been working together for three years, but got much closer after my breakup. We liked each other's company and began to lunch and even dine together. We became good pals. He was always complimenting me and flirting with me but I always rejected him because he was married although I found him very eligible. Eventually, over a dinner, which I described in the last post, we discussed sex, and he cheekily said that one night in bed with me would be heaven....
"Life is one long bus journey," he said,"and John just dropped you off at the bus stop, you do not know when your next bus is coming again. Let me keep you company till the right bus with your name on it arrives again. It might be tomorrow, it might be years. It might be a very long time. Meanwhile, you've met a fellow traveller on the bus stop, me. Yes I'm married, but my bus wasn't going where I wanted to, so I also got off. I've kids so I can't take your bus, I've got to get on my lousy bus again. Meanwhile, we are two lonely people waiting at the bus stop. We talk and become friends. Why can't we make each other happy until your bus arrives? Life is short. The time we spend at bus stops can be very long and it is just as precious time as that we spend on the bus. Why can't we make each other happy?" Thats Fred, the philosopher and agnostic. No absolute values. "That sounds reasonable and right, yet it feels as though something is slightly wrong about it," I said, " maybe it's your betrayal of your wife's friendship, maybe I might miss my bus if I'm distracted when the right bus came, maybe I might just get stuck at the bus stop for the rest of my life, unable to leave, or maybe I might end up hoping against all odds that I can persuade you to leave your kids and hop onto the bus with me?"
"But what if I got my wife's permission?" Fred said,"I know it's unlikely but what if my wife doesn't care, or she also has her own lover but we decide to stay together for the child's sake?" "Then why don't you divorce but agree to bring up the children together? " I asked. "You could still stay together in the same house to keep the kids happy, but then you are free to find your happiness and so is she' so everyone's happy. You could maybe spend three nights away, and she spends three nights away, and once a week, the kids get both parents together. It's better than fighting at home in front of the kids. I know. I've seen my father and my mother divorce and its not pretty. It's better to split up whilst you still can remain friends. I'm not promising anything, but that will definitely give you a better start than now. Agree? Oh, but if you do divorce her, I cannot guarantee that I will definitely like you, you need to divorce just to have a chance with me, or anyone who is serious. And you also can't blame the divorce on me as the third party, it must be because you have tried hard but the two of you decide you rather be alone than to be together."
"That's difficult," Fred sighed, "my wife is very dissatisfied with me but she doesn't want to let me go. She will use the kids happiness to blackmail me. She's done it before, telling my kids we are divorcing, and asking my kids to choose between her and me. If she is so unhappy, but she cannot imagine another life without having someone else first. She will be devastated. She needs me just like the kids. She will go to pieces. Her father has a mental illness. It might be hereditary. I'm stuck in my misery till the kids are grown up and even then, she will be lonely. It's not easy for her to make new friends the way I do. She's proud and angry and yet weak. I just have to live for the happiness of the three of them. I can't be so selfish. I've got this one life, and it's pretty much all decided for me. Choose your husband carefully. Don't have kids till you are very sure. Don't be like me." There was a long silence......."Sometimes I feel like hiring a social escort to seduce her to give me a divorce but then how will she feel when that guy dumps her? I can't do it."
I was touched. I said tenderly, " Actually you still love your wife , (more than John loved me) how come she can't appreciate your love? You should try to patch up or go for counseling ." Fred shook his head," she's too proud to go for counseling, I've asked before. I'm sad thinking about it. It's getting late, so let me send you home." He was quiet and played sentimental oldies on the way north to my house.
To be continued......
"Life is one long bus journey," he said,"and John just dropped you off at the bus stop, you do not know when your next bus is coming again. Let me keep you company till the right bus with your name on it arrives again. It might be tomorrow, it might be years. It might be a very long time. Meanwhile, you've met a fellow traveller on the bus stop, me. Yes I'm married, but my bus wasn't going where I wanted to, so I also got off. I've kids so I can't take your bus, I've got to get on my lousy bus again. Meanwhile, we are two lonely people waiting at the bus stop. We talk and become friends. Why can't we make each other happy until your bus arrives? Life is short. The time we spend at bus stops can be very long and it is just as precious time as that we spend on the bus. Why can't we make each other happy?" Thats Fred, the philosopher and agnostic. No absolute values. "That sounds reasonable and right, yet it feels as though something is slightly wrong about it," I said, " maybe it's your betrayal of your wife's friendship, maybe I might miss my bus if I'm distracted when the right bus came, maybe I might just get stuck at the bus stop for the rest of my life, unable to leave, or maybe I might end up hoping against all odds that I can persuade you to leave your kids and hop onto the bus with me?"
"But what if I got my wife's permission?" Fred said,"I know it's unlikely but what if my wife doesn't care, or she also has her own lover but we decide to stay together for the child's sake?" "Then why don't you divorce but agree to bring up the children together? " I asked. "You could still stay together in the same house to keep the kids happy, but then you are free to find your happiness and so is she' so everyone's happy. You could maybe spend three nights away, and she spends three nights away, and once a week, the kids get both parents together. It's better than fighting at home in front of the kids. I know. I've seen my father and my mother divorce and its not pretty. It's better to split up whilst you still can remain friends. I'm not promising anything, but that will definitely give you a better start than now. Agree? Oh, but if you do divorce her, I cannot guarantee that I will definitely like you, you need to divorce just to have a chance with me, or anyone who is serious. And you also can't blame the divorce on me as the third party, it must be because you have tried hard but the two of you decide you rather be alone than to be together."
"That's difficult," Fred sighed, "my wife is very dissatisfied with me but she doesn't want to let me go. She will use the kids happiness to blackmail me. She's done it before, telling my kids we are divorcing, and asking my kids to choose between her and me. If she is so unhappy, but she cannot imagine another life without having someone else first. She will be devastated. She needs me just like the kids. She will go to pieces. Her father has a mental illness. It might be hereditary. I'm stuck in my misery till the kids are grown up and even then, she will be lonely. It's not easy for her to make new friends the way I do. She's proud and angry and yet weak. I just have to live for the happiness of the three of them. I can't be so selfish. I've got this one life, and it's pretty much all decided for me. Choose your husband carefully. Don't have kids till you are very sure. Don't be like me." There was a long silence......."Sometimes I feel like hiring a social escort to seduce her to give me a divorce but then how will she feel when that guy dumps her? I can't do it."
I was touched. I said tenderly, " Actually you still love your wife , (more than John loved me) how come she can't appreciate your love? You should try to patch up or go for counseling ." Fred shook his head," she's too proud to go for counseling, I've asked before. I'm sad thinking about it. It's getting late, so let me send you home." He was quiet and played sentimental oldies on the way north to my house.
To be continued......
Is there gonna be hot sex? Like ur earlier posts, those were really good, n honest
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