Burnt By The Truth (in 750 Words)

I couldn't help but wonder how my wife was going to react. I also couldn't help but wonder what reaction I wanted from her. Did I want her to be contrite, giving me hope that we could fix things? Or, did I want her to go postal, making it easier to divorce her and move on?

In the end, it wouldn't matter what I wanted. She would do whatever she pleased. It was solely her choice, not mine, just like her affair.

I took a deep breath when I heard the garage door start going up. I held it for a moment, then slowly let it out. I tried to school my face as the door from the garage opened. I'm not sure what she saw on my face, but it gave her pause. She got a curious look on her face, until she looked down and saw the picture waiting for her on the table.

She sighed, and I thought we had a chance, but then I watched the determination form in her eyes before she marched across the room towards me. Clearly, she had decided that a good offense was the best defense.

"Well, I guess you found out. I'm sure you want to know why, so let me tell you. You're a good provider, but you just don't have it in the bedroom anymore. I tried to settle for toys after you fall asleep, but I need flesh and blood, not plastic and batteries.

"I tried to be discreet, so I wouldn't hurt you. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But, I'm not ready to give up good sex, just because you're no longer up for it. Don't get me wrong, I love our lovemaking, and I don't make love to anybody else. When I step out, it's just for that energetic fucking that you no longer give me."

I couldn't help but stare, wondering when my wife lost her mind. Her eyes widened a bit as my anger grew.

"Of course I can't keep up with him, and that has very little to do with him being twenty years younger than me."

She gasped in shock at my fury.

"When do we have sex?

"Is it in the morning, when I'm fresh and revitalized? No.

"At lunch, when I still have the energy needed to get through the rest of my day? No.

"When I first get home, tired but alert, and excited to see my loving wife? Again, no.

"Instead, as soon as I get home, it's time to fix dinner, which is our heaviest meal of the day. Then, if I want to actually spend time with you, I have to sit and watch your mind-numbing shows untilyouare ready for bed. It's only at that point, when both my body and mind have mostly shut down, that IMIGHTget a chance to do something with you. So, how can you expect me to give you more than slow and lazy lovemaking, when you avoid every chance I might be able to give you that wild and energetic fucking you desire?"

She sputtered, but I didn't give her a chance to recover before I continued.

"Besides, it's not like you put any energy into it either. What do you do to get me revved up?

"Do you wear sexy lingerie? No.

"Do you tease my body with fingers, lips, and tongue? No.

"Do you even remember when you last sucked my dick? I don't. How about the last time you climbed on top and rode me cowgirl? I sure couldn't say. Hell, when's the last time you did anything other than lay there like a dead fish and silently critique my performance?"

I paused, giving her a chance to respond, but she just stared at me.

"You know what? What's good for the goose is good for the gander. There's a girl at work who's been hinting that she'd be interested in lunch, if my sausage was on the menu. Maybe it's time thatItake a newer model out for a test drive."

I had just meant it as a slap at my wife, but maybe I needed to look at things from her perspective before deciding what to do with her. Her eyes got really big as I pulled out my phone and made a call.

"Hey, Susan.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you were free to meet for lunch tomorrow."