A Weekend Away?

He sat there knowing that the next 10 minutes would determine the fate of his marriage and the course of his life from that moment on. Although his face was a mask, he felt sick and just wanted to go back to a time when everything was certain, everything was normal. But he knew that that was an impossibility.

"So." He said with a smile. "What are we going to do this weekend now that your conference has been cancelled?"

He watched her face. She looked down, avoiding his gaze.

"Well you're working tomorrow, going to football with Jace on Saturday and I thought that you could go fishing on Sunday with Tommy. You haven't been fishing for a long while have you." She said, standing and walking to the sink.

"No. That's true." He said reasonably, his heart in his mouth. "But - what will you do?" he pressed.

There was a noticeable pause.

"Well Daniel suggested that we go to Bournemouth anyway, as the hotel has been booked, and we could have a few days relaxing to celebrate the hard work that we have put in over the last year or so. He's going back to Norfolk on Friday next week and we haven't celebrated."

He didn't say anything for a couple of minutes.

"So, just you and Daniel?"

"Yes." She said softly. "He suggested that we go down tomorrow and come back Tuesday"

"And what did you say?"

"I said that I would talk it through with you."

She said turning to look him in the eye. "I said that I didn't think that it would be an issue as you would trust me and that you love me enough to give me the freedom of one weekend away."

"I see." He said, his eyes filling with tears.

She could see his tears and instantly saw the deep hurt that she had caused and, unable to look him in the eye, turned away.

"After all, it would only be four days, and I would come back Tuesday and life for us would return to normal" she continued hesitantly.

He stood and walked away, his hands thrust deep into his pockets.

"Charles please. Please don't walk away. Can we please just discuss this like adults." She called. "I can see that you're upset but you know that you are the only man for me and that I love you deeply. Charles, Charles ...... you are the only man for me, and you know it. This would just be a one off. A hall pass if you like. Something that I really feel the need to do. For me. Not for the family. For me."

When she caught up with him in the lounge he was texting. He shrugged off her hand which she had put on the back of his neck, making her sob. He had never rejected her touch before.

Putting his phone back in his pocket he turned to her and said softly.

"But clearly I'm not the only man for you am I. There's Daniel, otherwise you wouldn't be going off to fuck him would you."

"I'm not going to have sex with his Charles. How can you think that?" she snapped avoiding eye contact.

"For a variety of reasons. The main one being that he has only booked one room. I've checked with the hotel. And you have no room booked. In fact Daniel has booked the room in the name of Mr and Mrs Masters."

The silence was deafening.

"So," he said softly "if after he's fucked you and decides he wants to keep you, would you go with him?"

"No of course not! This is just a fling. A one off escapade. No one could replace you -- not ever."

She stared at him and saw real hurt, real pain in his eyes and knew that things were not going to go the way that she thought, or at least hoped, they might. In fact she wondered whether she had already damaged their marriage, as she had clearly seriously misjudged him. But she reasoned that he knew that she loved him dearly, so why couldn't he just see how minor this was in terms of their marriage, of their 28 years together, and let her have just this weekend, to get it out of her system. They would carry on as if nothing had happened when she got back.

"Daniel means nothing other than a one off sexual partner and when I come back on Tuesday our life will go back to normal." He ignored her.

"But life would not return to normal would it. How could it. I would know that you, who had promised to forsake all others, had cheated and I would know that you had had sex with another man, sucked another man's cock, allowed him to fuck you, if you haven't already." He ignored her protestations.

"It wouldn't be cheating. I have told you what I need to do, intend to do and I haven't....."

He stared at her hard, his deep blue eyes glassy with tears.

"Once.. only the once. Honestly Charles things just got out of hand one day months ago."

"Oh well that's all right then." He said sadly. "You've only cheated on me once -- so far. And as it happened months ago everything is just fine.

I suppose that you have had lovely sexy chats about what he is going to do to you over this perfectly ordinary weekend."

She shifted in her seat.

"Mmmmm? So no doubt you've discussed sucking his cock, swallowing his wonderful creamy cum and promised him anal too no doubt."

She blushed and looked away.

"So you are going to give him your arse as well - the one thing that you have always refused me, your husband, the man that you supposedly love above everyone else.

She saw the look in his eyes and her stomach fell. She saw a coldness she had never seen before.

"So no. I would never, could never feel the same way about you ever again. I will always be wondering whether you were comparing sex with me to sex with Daniel, whether he had a bigger more satisfying cock than me, or whether he lasted longer, made you cum more. Because you will always say that I am the best, regardless of the actual truth, and I will never believe you.

And I will always be on edge, waiting for you to tell me that you were off for another long weekend, that you wanted another hall pass because you had just met a young stud whose crotch bulge caught your eye, and you 'needed' to have it. Always on edge, never knowing when the axe would fall, when or if it would happen. So I could never, will never, ever want to have sex with you ever again.

So it's already too late."

She sat with her face in her hands and sobbed.

"And what about your work colleagues. They would know that you had cuckolded me if they haven't already guessed. But then I'm just your boring old husband." he said softly, accusingly, suppressing the rising anger that threatened to wash over him.

"But you're not boring...." She started

"The one who stood by you when work got too much, the one who has always loved you, the one who has always put you first. I don't really matter do I? So what if they snigger behind my back, so what if the other blokes in the office know that Daniel has got into your knickers and wonder whether they could do the same 'cos poor old Charles wouldn't stop them would he the weak, boring old cuckold."

"But it won't be like that!" she yelled and then realised what she had said. It went quiet.

"Won't. Not wouldn't." he almost whispered looking at the floor, tears welling up in his eyes once again and threatening to spill over.

"So you've made up your mind that you're going then. Even after our little chat!" He said sadly "Well that's ok. You do what you want. But just to let you know that as far as I am concerned our marriage is over." He ignored her outburst pleading with him not to leave her.

"Oh and by the way, the lingerie that I bought for you for our special night away, you remember, the one I booked to celebrate the anniversary of the date that we first went out together?" The look on her face said it all. "You had forgotten hadn't you. Well that's sums up our relationship doesn't it." He said the tears finally trickling down his face. "Well anyway I found it hidden at the bottom of your suitcase, took it out and burnt it. If you want him to see you in sexy underwear then either you can fucking buy it, or he can! Petty, but I refuse to be the weak cuckold for your amusement or pleasure." he snarled.

She collapsed sobbing into a chair, her face covered by her hands, her shoulders rising and falling with each racking sob.

"I really can't believe that you had forgotten about our weekend," he said disbelievingly, "or that you could be so self-centred, so wrapped up in you longing for sex with Daniel, and so heartless, as to wear lingerie that I had bought you for our special night when you were fucking Daniel. What a bitch. What a heartless, uncaring slut. You are certainly not the woman that I thought I had married.

"And just one question for you; If I had come home and told you that Mary and I were going off to a hotel to fuck for four days, how would you feel about that and what would you say? Would you say oh that's fine, not a problem my love, just come back on Tuesday and we can fuck the night away and we will just forget all about your minor lapse of fidelity. Eh?"

She said nothing. She just continued sobbing, looking into her lap.

Janice finally realised that her whole world was about to shatter because of her stupid belief that, because Charles loved her deeply, he would accept her infidelity because her weekend with Daniel was only about sex. In her mind she had conveniently separated the act of sex and the bond of marriage to justify her betrayal of the man that she truly loved, and who truly loved her. She had forgotten that sex was an integral part of the bond of marriage.

Charles' phone ringing broke the deafening silence that had enveloped the room, broken only by Janices' sobs.

"Hi Jace." He said wiping his eyes, with more confidence than he felt. "Hold on a mo while I put you on speaker. Your Mother is here."

"Hi Mum."

"Hi Jace. How are you?" she said trying hard not to let her son hear her cry. She wanted time to sort things out with Charles. To make him know just how much she loved him how much she needed him in her life and that she had well and truly fucked up. She needed all of this before she could speak to her, no, their, children.

"Fine thanks. Dad what did you want to talk about?"

"Jason are you still looking for a lodger?" he said watching his wife's face.

"I am. Why? Do you know someone reliable who won't let me down like David did."

"I do actually. Me."

Janice's face blanched. She put her hand over her mouth trying desperately hard to muffle her crying, realising that things had gone way beyond what she thought would happen.

"Why would you want to pay me rent?" Jason said with a laugh, clearly thinking that this was some sort of prank.

"Because I'm divorcing your mother. She has decided to go for a shagging weekend with her boss. I say weekend, but it's from tomorrow, but she tells me that she will be back on Tuesday and everything will be back to normal so that's ok.

But it isn't, so I won't be here on Tuesday when she gets back, and I will need somewhere to live until I get the house sold."

"Fucking hell Dad. Is that right Mum?" He shouted. "Is it, because if it is, that's really fucked up! What has Dad done to deserve this then Mum? Eh? Is it true?"

Jason couldn't believe it. All he could hear were the uncontrollable sobs of his mother who was unable to answer.

Charles took over.

"Look Jace it's a bit tense here at the moment so I'll call you later to finalise arrangements but please don't tell your sisters, I'm going to let your Mother do that. But I will be over later this evening if that's ok."

"Ok Dad. I'm so sorry. Sure see you later. Fucking hell!"

Charles walked from the room, pulled a suitcase from the cupboard, went to their bedroom and started packing. A few moments later Janice walked in and tried to put her arms around him.

"I'm so sorry Charles. Please hold me. I realise that I've really messed up and that I've hurt you badly. I want to go back to how it was!" She wailed.

"You do not get to hold me." He snarled as he shrugged her off. "The moment you decided to cheat with Daniel you became my ex-wife.

You don't know how much I prayed that you would see sense and tell me that you would be with me, your husband, this weekend. But as soon as you started with your pity fucks a week ago I knew.

Do you know that we have had more sex this last week than we have in the last six months? So I knew you were thinking of him. It was hard laying there when you were swallowing my cum, something that you have never done before, knowing it was because you were dreaming about sucking Daniel off and not because you loved me and wanted to do something special for me. You didn't even remember our weekend away did you."

"I am so, so sorry. Please believe me. Charles I do love you. Please believe me. I'm done with Daniel. I'm not going to Bournemouth. I'll tell Daniel that I need to be with you and don't want to see him again. Please, don't leave me. Please. We can make things right again. We can get over this." She sobbed.

"How?" He said sobbing. "Eh? How the fuck do we get over the fact that you wanted, no, what was it "needed" to cheat on me. To fuck another man. That you have cheated on me and fucked another man. That you were, and still are as far as I am aware, happy to shatter your marriage vows. And the worse thing? You know me so little that you expected me to give it your blessing!

You didn't want me half an hour ago when you were dreaming about fucking Daniel, so don't moan now, when you know you can't fucking have me ever again.

I'm done with you. You have broken my trust and my heart. I loved you more than you will ever know but I just can't accept what you have done, what you have been considering and how little regard you have for me." He sobbed.

"You should go with Daniel because I don't want you and I never will again."

He picked up his suitcase and left her sat on the bed, sobs racking her body. When she caught up with him he was sat in a chair in the lounge, holding his phone.

"Charles please. I was so wrong. I've completely messed things up. I am so so sorry. Please can't we just talk about this."

He ignored her and made a call.

"Oh hi Mary. Sorry to bother you over the weekend...."

"That's ok then. Just a quick question. Do you like ballet?..... Excellent. Do you have the kids next weekend?...... No not this weekend, the following one....... No? Brilliant. Well I don't want to sound like a creep..... oh thanks. Well I bought a couple of tickets for the Sadlers Wells Troup..... Yes she loves ballet. I bought them for her as a surprise, but we won't be going away. Well she's decided that she wants to spend this weekend fucking her boss and to add insult to injury she had completely forgotten that we were going away for a celebratory weekend. Thanks. I am too. I'll explain more on Monday. Anyway how do you fancy going with me instead. I've booked a hotel but it's only the one room which I can probably change..... Are you sure? ...... Well that sounds like fun..... Yes... see you Monday and thanks.

Oh hold on. Could you tell Sandy that I won't be in tomorrow. I've got an appointment with a Solicitor. Thanks Mary. See you Monday."

He ignored his sobbing wife as he closed the door on her, his house and his marriage.