I was married for 20 years. I loved being home and being a wife. The house was immaculate, I did all the gardening, everyone always had clean clothes in their closet, I made wonderful dinners every night, the children were all on the honor roll, and I worked out to stay fit and toned. I always felt like things got better every year - except for my husband. Every year he got a little fatter, a little drunker, and a little meaner.
When I decided to go back to work, I did it with the intention of becoming self sufficient to the point where I could leave my husband. No matter what I did or said, he still drank heavily and would not stop. I gave myself a one year timetable - I would work and save money for a year, and make my plans for a new life for me and the children.
When an out of town assignment came up, I volunteered to take it. I figured I needed a few days away because things were so depressing and ugly at home. Coincidentally, an old friend showed up at my work on the same day I got the assignment. He lived in the city that I was travelling to, and he suggested dinner the night I was there.
All that week I fantasized about him, even though he was out of my league. I even went so far as to purchase a sexy, lacy bra and thong set to wear that night, even though the odds of anything happening were impossibly small. And when I went to his office that afternoon, I actually felt silly about all the fantasies I had about him.
He suggested a restaurant that his friend owned. It was a high end Italian place, very beautiful and elegant. He ordered my dinner for me, and also wine to go with every course. Our conversations were amazing, the food was fantastic, and the wine - well, I drank a lot of wine. We laughed and looked into each other's eyes, and I knew right then that I was going to end up in his bed.
He took me back to his house, which was at the top of a hill at the end of the longest driveway ever. He had an amazing city lights view, and as I was admiring it he started to undress me. We worked our way back to his bedroom, with articles of clothes coming off the whole way. His bed was a massive antique 4-poster, very romantic.
It was the most incredible sex I have ever had. I never knew a man could make me feel like that.
The next day I asked my husband for a divorce. He cried and pleaded, and said he would never take another drink again, and that he would be a new man. And here it is, 6 months later, and he hasn't had a drop to drink and he's been a model husband and father.
And I think about my friend all the time. I think about that night, and how I felt, and the whole amazing experience and it makes me smile. I've never told anyone about it, and I'll never regret it. The only downside to this whole thing is that now I know what I'm missing in bed. The husband is not trainable in that respect. Also, I would never do anything like this again, because I realize that I was incredibly lucky not to get some kind of disease or get caught.
Nothing comes up.
