Three is a crowd: Diane returns to a David she recognizes

(Continued from last issue)

David and Diane have been married for years; then there is Julie, the young secretary whose axis collides with the couple’s in ways none of them saw coming.

JULIE

When I woke up the morning after David had been at the apartment, I felt completely and utterly broken. It was not just a physical thing either, but, rather, more of an emotional one; I had been so desperate for David to come back, take me back into his good graces, and not take Junior from me, and there was relief that all that had happened – but along with the relief, was a deep sense of sadness at how the night had played out.

Even though he said he had forgiven me for my betrayal (that had only happened in his mind), there had been no accompanying warmth or affection with his words, and although we had had sex, there had been no love there.

David had taken and given nothing in return; he had been rough and brutal, seeking only his release and satisfaction, and once he had achieved those, he had discarded me like a used rug.

To add insult to injury, was the money he had left on his way out; or to be more precise, the way he had left it. He had literally tossed it at the table, like he was throwing money at a beggar, and coming on the heels of the sex we had just had, it felt like payment for that, which only made the way he had tossed it seem ten times worse.

True, I needed the money, and was glad and relieved that I now had it, but that did not take away the dirty feeling the way he had given it to me left, and if I had not needed it as much as I did, I would not have touched it.

But of course, I did need it and so I had to accept whatever humiliation came along with it, a fact David was well aware of, and clearly determined to demonstrate.

DIANE

My flight landed at nine on Friday night, but by the time I got through the usual immigration and luggage retrieval hustle, it was ten by the time I left the airport, and just after eleven when I finally got back to the house.

David had touchingly offered to pick me up, but knowing he would already have had a long day at work, and with the children to deal with as well, I insisted that I would be fine getting an airport taxi to the house. The children were all fast asleep when I arrived, but David had waited up for me, and met me at the door with a warm hug and a soft kiss.

“Welcome back; I missed you,” he said quietly as he released me, and from the look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice, I actually believed him, and his words gave me a warm, happy feeling inside.

“Thanks; I missed you too,” I answered honestly, smiling up at him as I did so.

“You must be beat, but I had the maid keep your dinner if you’re up to staying up for it.” “Surprisingly I’m not as tired as I thought I’d be, and dinner sounds good thanks, but I need to shower and freshen up first.”
“Okay, you go ahead, and I’ll tell her to warm and serve it in fifteen minutes then.”

“That sounds perfect; thanks love,” I thanked him with another quick kiss, before heading upstairs to shower and change, while he headed for the kitchen.

It was such a reversal of our usual roles, him handling dinner service and me being welcomed home from a business trip, and yet it felt so natural and comfortable.

In many ways it reminded me of the early days of our marriage, when we were such perfect partners that neither one of us really had specific ‘roles’, and just worked together and supported each other to get whatever needed doing, done.

I don’t know when that had changed or, rather, when he had changed, and morphed into a more traditional, macho male (probably when he started messing around with that whore), but seeing this glimpse of the old David, only bolstered my slowly growing confidence that she really was out of his life, and that things were going back to the way they used to be.

DAVID

I had not realized how much I had genuinely missed Diane until she walked through the front door on her return. The trip had obviously agreed with her, because even after a long flight and drive home, she still looked beautiful.

She was dressed for travel in a pair of jeans and long-sleeved sweater top when she arrived, but after her shower, she came back downstairs in a pajama set that consisted of skimpy shorts and a lacy vest, which she said was more comfortable, but which certainly got me anything but comfortable, as I found it hard to focus on anything but her butt cheeks peeping out from the bottom of her shorts, when she walked in front of me.

Although I had had sex with Julie just the other night, that had been sheer venting; I had not sought pleasure or tried to give it, and mindful of the time and that I still had to drive back to the house, I had been quick, almost perfunctory.

The desires Diane was stirring in me now were completely different; I wanted to touch, caress and explore, I wanted to take my time to give pleasure and build up to release – I wanted to make love to my wife.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Diane asked coyly, obviously having noticed my close scrutiny, and from her coy demeanor, fully aware of what had caused it.

“Like what?” I played along.
“Like you don’t want me to finish my dinner.”

“Oh, like that…. maybe because I don’t; maybe I want to have you for dinner instead,” I answered cheekily.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” she replied invitingly.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Pushing back my chair from the table, I got up, and holding her gaze, moved purposefully towards her.

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