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"Before you go, I want to tell you something, okay?" Melanie, my wife, laying in bed, stretched out her hand towards me as she spoke.
"What is it?" I said, stepping up close to the side of the bed.
She looked up into my face for a moment without saying anything at first. Then she said: "Who is it you go see? What's her name?"
I felt my face flush hot, as if a heat lamp had suddenly been turned on my face. "What are you talking about?" I replied, feeling the panic welling up within me.
"I know you're seeing another woman," she said flatly, without a trace of rancor. "So, who is she? Do I know her?"
"Melanie," I said, stammering a little. "I'm, I'm NOT seeing another woman. I'd never do that to you. Never! I mean that."
She gave me a disappointed, even sad sort of expression. "You can tell me," she said. "I do understand why you're doing it. I'm not insensitive to the fact that you have needs I can no longer meet. Okay? So, tell me who you're seeing. Please? I'm not angry with you for it. Honestly."
My heart was still pumping hard in my chest, as if I'd just finished running up a flight of stairs.
She squeezed my hand in hers, loosely, because of the loss of strength in her muscles from the MS. "Please tell me. I want to know who your seeing. That's all. I'd like to know what her name is. Please?"
Taking in a deep breath, and then letting it out, I said: "I'm not seeing another woman. I told you."
"But I'm certain your seeing someone else for sex," she replied, now expressing, not anger, but a kind of frustration with my avoidance of answering her question.
"I'm seeing," I began, and then paused. Then, taking in, and letting out another breath, I said: "I go see this other guy. Jack is his name. He has a private glory hole in his garage in his backyard." Then I added, as she laid there staring up at me: "It's just sex, Melanie. Nothing more. I promise."
"You mean he gives you a blow job?"
"Yes," I said, glancing into her face for a second.
She didn't respond for a while. I could see that I was going to be late in meeting Jack again if I didn't leave soon.
"I see," Melanie eventually said.
"I'm, I'm not gay! Okay? It's just sex. Like I said. It's just a blow job; an anonymous blow job at a glory hole. He's nice. He's clean! There's no strings attached. It's just sex."
"You said that already," Melanie replied at last.
"There's no money involved; no games; no nothing but an orgasm. Okay?"
"Something you need. Something I can't give you any more, in other words," she said.
I didn't reply.
"Well, then, go. I understand the need. I do. And," she began, and then paused, "I'm glad it's not with another woman. I was sure it was! I was sure it was with some other woman who's prettier, and healthier, than me! I could understand that. I really could. But---I'm glad it's not with another woman. That's easier for me to accept. It's not the same with another man. This other guy doesn't threaten me, as another woman would."
"I don't want to hurt you, okay?" I said. "It's just that...", and before I could finish, Melanie added: "But you need a sexual outlet. I understand that. I do. I really do!"
She gave my hand a pull, and I leaned over and we kissed.
Then, as I stood up, she said: "Now go. You don't want to be late. I'll be fine here. The nurse will be here shortly."
It felt strange to be leaving the house, knowing that Melanie now knew about Jack; but there was also a curious feeling of being liberated from the former need to hide that part of my life from her!
Later, after I returned home, I made sure Melanie had everything she needed, and I took a quick shower. Then, as the nurse was leaving, I came into the bedroom.
She smiled at me so sweetly.
"Come here," she said, still smiling.
I bent over her, and she kissed me again. Then she said, as she stared up at me from the pillow beneath her head: "I love you. Always remember that. Okay? Your a good husband. You always have been! So, be happy. There's no further need for you to worry, or keep secrets from me. Okay? You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I'm your wife, remember."
I leaned down and kissed her again. "Okay," I said, still feeling a little exposed and even vulnerable; and yet, I enjoyed the way that excited me, as well!
She didn't ask, but I had a feeling that she was wondering how it went between Jack and I. Maybe, someday, she and I might actually openly discuss that, but not at the present.
"What is it?" I said, stepping up close to the side of the bed.
She looked up into my face for a moment without saying anything at first. Then she said: "Who is it you go see? What's her name?"
I felt my face flush hot, as if a heat lamp had suddenly been turned on my face. "What are you talking about?" I replied, feeling the panic welling up within me.
"I know you're seeing another woman," she said flatly, without a trace of rancor. "So, who is she? Do I know her?"
"Melanie," I said, stammering a little. "I'm, I'm NOT seeing another woman. I'd never do that to you. Never! I mean that."
She gave me a disappointed, even sad sort of expression. "You can tell me," she said. "I do understand why you're doing it. I'm not insensitive to the fact that you have needs I can no longer meet. Okay? So, tell me who you're seeing. Please? I'm not angry with you for it. Honestly."
My heart was still pumping hard in my chest, as if I'd just finished running up a flight of stairs.
She squeezed my hand in hers, loosely, because of the loss of strength in her muscles from the MS. "Please tell me. I want to know who your seeing. That's all. I'd like to know what her name is. Please?"
Taking in a deep breath, and then letting it out, I said: "I'm not seeing another woman. I told you."
"But I'm certain your seeing someone else for sex," she replied, now expressing, not anger, but a kind of frustration with my avoidance of answering her question.
"I'm seeing," I began, and then paused. Then, taking in, and letting out another breath, I said: "I go see this other guy. Jack is his name. He has a private glory hole in his garage in his backyard." Then I added, as she laid there staring up at me: "It's just sex, Melanie. Nothing more. I promise."
"You mean he gives you a blow job?"
"Yes," I said, glancing into her face for a second.
She didn't respond for a while. I could see that I was going to be late in meeting Jack again if I didn't leave soon.
"I see," Melanie eventually said.
"I'm, I'm not gay! Okay? It's just sex. Like I said. It's just a blow job; an anonymous blow job at a glory hole. He's nice. He's clean! There's no strings attached. It's just sex."
"You said that already," Melanie replied at last.
"There's no money involved; no games; no nothing but an orgasm. Okay?"
"Something you need. Something I can't give you any more, in other words," she said.
I didn't reply.
"Well, then, go. I understand the need. I do. And," she began, and then paused, "I'm glad it's not with another woman. I was sure it was! I was sure it was with some other woman who's prettier, and healthier, than me! I could understand that. I really could. But---I'm glad it's not with another woman. That's easier for me to accept. It's not the same with another man. This other guy doesn't threaten me, as another woman would."
"I don't want to hurt you, okay?" I said. "It's just that...", and before I could finish, Melanie added: "But you need a sexual outlet. I understand that. I do. I really do!"
She gave my hand a pull, and I leaned over and we kissed.
Then, as I stood up, she said: "Now go. You don't want to be late. I'll be fine here. The nurse will be here shortly."
It felt strange to be leaving the house, knowing that Melanie now knew about Jack; but there was also a curious feeling of being liberated from the former need to hide that part of my life from her!
Later, after I returned home, I made sure Melanie had everything she needed, and I took a quick shower. Then, as the nurse was leaving, I came into the bedroom.
She smiled at me so sweetly.
"Come here," she said, still smiling.
I bent over her, and she kissed me again. Then she said, as she stared up at me from the pillow beneath her head: "I love you. Always remember that. Okay? Your a good husband. You always have been! So, be happy. There's no further need for you to worry, or keep secrets from me. Okay? You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I'm your wife, remember."
I leaned down and kissed her again. "Okay," I said, still feeling a little exposed and even vulnerable; and yet, I enjoyed the way that excited me, as well!
She didn't ask, but I had a feeling that she was wondering how it went between Jack and I. Maybe, someday, she and I might actually openly discuss that, but not at the present.
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