Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2006 10:06:12 +0100
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: with a little help-6

On the way back I told myself that I would have to have a serious
talk with my wife, I had made up my mind. Paul was the one I loved,
the marriage had become a farce, no matter how difficult it would
be, but I needed to end the marriage, I had a life to live, maybe
it would be my last change of happiness, I did not want to loose
it.

I did not know how to bring it up, I even said a little prayer,
asking for strength and guidance. I really didn't want to hurt my
wife, or my daughter, but I needed to have a life of my own. My
wife had the dinner ready when I got home, Kate, my daughter was
over at her boyfriends house. As my wife was laying the table I
quickly went into the kitchen to wash my hands, before I rinsed
them I smelt them, there was still a faint scent of Paul at them.

I forced myself to eat, thinking how I should start to tell her,
but it all came very easily. As soon as I took the first bite of
the chicken she had made, she started about the fact that I had not
been to church for a couple of months. I tried to explain that I
was not interested in church anymore, and that we had developed
different interests over the years. Well, one thing let to the
other, finally we both pushed our plates aside and I told her that
maybe it would be better that we would get a divorce.

There was a long silence.
I told her that I did care about her but that I just did not love
her like a man should love his wife. That I respected her as the
mother of our daughter, that I regarded her more as a sister or a
good friend than a wife.
I was very relieved that she too, admitted that her feelings about
me had changed during the years. But a divorce was out of the
question, after-all we made a vow before our families, friends and
God.
"Maybe it would be better if we would be living apart for a while"
I suggested.
"I don't know" she replied, "I don't know anything anymore"
Together we cleared off the table and I realised that this was the
first real conversation we were having since months, maybe even for
years.
"You met someone else?" she asked as she was putting things in the
dishwasher.
I took a deep breath, "yes, I have".
A plate dropped to the floor, it broke in two pieces.
"But that has nothing to do with it" I said, knowing how silly that sounded,
She held up the two halves, holding the two pieces to-gether.
"What is her name, do I know her?"
I turned away and looked out the window into our garden, "it is a
man, Paul, and no, you don't know him".
Silence.
I turned, she was still holding the broken plate together, a tear
fell from her eye and rolled over her cheek. For a brief moment I
wanted to take her in my arms, kiss away the tear and tell her that
everything was just a joke.
She threw the broken plate into the sink.
"A man ?!"
I just nodded.
She looked at me unbelievably, "a man?" she asked again.
"Yes, a man, I love him". I said in a timid voice.
She just stood there, looking at me, shaking her head.
"O, Dan!"
I felt like a schoolboy being reprimanded by one of his schoolteachers.
With her foot she closed the dishwasher and walked out of the kitchen.
I followed her into the hall.
She grabbed her coat, I tried to stop her but she pushed me away.
"Leave me alone!" she cried and with a force I did not know she
had, she pushed me against the wall.
She went outside and a second later I heard her car drive away.

My mind was in a turmoil again, I was glad that is was now in the
open, but I also felt sad that I had hurt her, I told myself to be
firm there was no way back now. I poured myself a drink but I was
to restless to sit down and enjoy it.
At then I heard the front door open, I ran to it, but it was only
my daughter being brought home by her boyfriend.
"Where is mum?"
"O, she is out"
"O, never mind, guess she is still busy planning the church weekend".
"How was your night" I asked.
"Well, pretty much the same, as usual" she replied.
I poured myself another drink, "can I get you something too?"
"No thinks, I think I go to bed".
I wandered if I should tell her, but thought maybe it would be
better to wait.
She kissed me goodnight and went upstairs.

I had another drink, my whole married life went passed me as like a
movie, our dating, us getting married, how I had loved her then,
the first years living together, our daily fuck the minute I got
home, I had to smile thinking of that, most of the times we did not
even made it to the bedroom, yeah we fucked in the hall, in the
kitchen, in the living, even on the stairs. My God, that was a long
time ago. The birth of Kate, her first steps, we had really been a
family then, so happy. Why had everything changed so completely?

I looked at my watch, almost midnight, I kept one light on and went
upstairs, I needed to go to sleep.
I got undressed and got into bed, just as I put the light out I
heard my wife coming home, after some minutes she entered the bedroom.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes, I am" I said, "where have you been?".
"Never mind that, I've been thinking" she started, "maybe it is
better that you'll move out for a while, maybe find an apartment
nearer to your work".
I was surprised at how she said it, very calmly and very matter of fact.
She went into the bathroom, a few minutes later she returned, ready
for the night.
"We'll say that is is more convenient for you, that you need to be
closer to your office", she said, of course every now and then you
should come over and show your face around, do things together,
like going to the mall, church".
"So I guess it is all-right as long as the neighbours don't suspect
anything" I thought, I did not say anything I was glad she at least
agreed.

The next morning I could not wait to tell Paul the news, I had to
wait till lunchtime though, due to some meetings we both had. We
decided to have lunch together in a deli near the office.
I told him how my wife had agreed that I would move out and find a
place of my own.
"O man, that's great!" he said, "no more excuses!"
Under the table he placed his knees between mine, while I was
talking he slowly pushed my legs apart. My cock started to react,
he laid his hand on my thigh and leaned over a bit.
"Dan, you look so happy, I want to take you in my arms, kiss you
all over, make love to you".
My cock was now pressing hard against my the confines of my pants.
"Please!" I said, "stop it, gonna cream my pants if you go on".
"Mmmm, don't worry, I'll wash your briefs out" Paul said, sticking
his tongue out.
"Keep that up and you'll have to do that!".
"Come on, better get back to work" Paul said finally.
"Are you coming over tonight?" Paul asked.
"You know I would love that, but I think I have a talk with Kate,
my daughter, and explain her the situation".
"Sure, too bad though".
We entered the building and took the elevator to our floor. We were
not the only ones who came back from the lunch break. Luckily
people always stare at the doors, Paul and I stood in the back, he
was pressing his hard cock against my buttocks. My own cock was
rock hard too, I had to be careful not to bump into the lady in front
of me.

We exited the elevator and walked to our department when all of a
sudden Paul dragged me into the mens room. Quickly he checked if we
were alone, then he pulled me close, told me he loved me and pushed
his tongue deep in my mouth. My legs felt like jelly,
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. Our hard cocks
grinding together. Just as my hand lowered to his crotch we heard
two voices getting louder. We broke our kiss as the door opened and
two of our colleagues entered, going on over a deal they were about
to close. "Soon" I told myself, "soon I was going to have a place
of my own and time to enjoy each other".

The afternoon I had time to go over the Internet looking for some
apartments, I found one place that was not too expensive and
halfway between the office and Paul's place. I made an appointment
to have a look the next morning.

I had planned to talk with Kate about things but my wife had
already told her everything.
She took it very well, I gave her a hug and told her that I loved her.
"Love you too, dad, can I come over once you got a place of your own".
"Sure, whenever you want".
"Great!".