Reclaimed In Full Chapter 9
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I made it back down to the reception desk where Sandra, my daughter, was being entertained by Susan, the receptionist. Having managed to wipe my eyes dry, I put on a calm mask but was unsure, how long I could keep up the masquerade.
“Simon! Is everything fine?” Susan asked in a low, concerned voice.
I looked at Sandra and the innocent smile on her face which grew upon seeing me. “Yes… I… I am fine. How long have they been seen together?” I tried my best to appear calm and not fumble my words even though I was buzzing with anger.
“Simon,” Susan said and then let out a hopeless sigh. “Quite a while. They are seen together most of the time. Anyone new can easily mistake them for a married couple.”
Along with Susan’s words, my heart sank. I was fighting to hold back my tears. The knife in my gut was being twisted more and more as I heard Susan speak about their intimacy. I always thought that Carol loved me above everyone else, but from what I was hearing, it was anything but that.
“Okay, Susan. I better leave. Don’t tell Carol that we were here,” I said in a low voice as I grabbed Sandra’s hand.
Susan protested, “But, Simon, you can meet her…” I turned to look at Susan and she instantly understood my emotions. “…Yes, I will tell her.”
“Daddy, where is, Mama?” Sandra asked in a disappointed tone.
“She is not here!” I replied. “She is not here!”
I made Sandra sit in the back seat of the car as I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to control my floodgate. As we were on our way back home, we passed by the chapel of St. Luke, where Carol and I were pronounced as husband and wife. ‘I, Carol, promise you, Simon, to love you, honour you, and cherish you as my husband. I promise to be with you in health and sickness, laughter and sadness, and always to be a light in the darkness. I pledge to be your ever faithful, honest, and loving wife.’ My floodgates were open.
“Daddy, are you crying?” Sandra asked. The rear-view mirror couldn’t hide my tears from my daughter. I looked in the mirror only to see her worried face and replied, “Oh honey, something went in my eye.” I adjusted the mirror to hide her face and wiped my tears.
“I wanted to show Mama my progress card. Daddy, she will be happy, right?”
“Yes honey, she is proud of you,” I replied.
My mind was anything but rational. ‘What do I do next? Confront Carol? Tell her about her dirty deed, shout at her and divorce her.’ I looked at Sandra and felt a sense of helplessness taking over me. ‘What the fuck do I do?’
After a lot of effort, I managed to calm myself down, but my mind was not at peace. I waited eagerly for Carol to return and the time spent in waiting was nothing but purgatory. In the evening, as soon as I laid down food for supper, the noise of her car caught my attention. I had to summon whatever strength I had to control myself.
“Hi Honey, it’s good to see you,” Carol said as she kept her handbag on the sofa.
“Good to see you too,” I replied instantly. I was trying my best to appear calm.
Sandra came running into the room with her progress card and sat on the sofa. “Mama! Where were you? We were searching for you today.”
“Simon! Did you come to the hospital today?” From her voice, I could make out that she was alarmed.
As I kept the fruits on the table, I took in a deep breath and went into the living room. “Oh yes. I had forgotten my phone to carry my phone and so I couldn’t call you before coming.” I looked at her worried face and asked, “Are you alright honey? You seem to be worried about something.”
“No… Nothing. I was busy so I was not seen around much,” Carol replied.
“It’s alright honey. Come, supper is ready,” I said and headed towards the dining room.
During our meals, Sandra kept talking about the positive remarks she received and how proud the teacher was, while Carol kept apologizing and promised her that she would be there for the next meet. I watched the mother and daughter smile and laugh. ‘I don’t what this to end.’
“Honey, why are you quiet?” Carol asked.
“Nothing. I am just watching my queen and princess together. You two mean the world to me.”
My words instantly killed the smile on Carol’s face. There was guilt. Noticing the change in my facial expression, which was in response to hers, she managed to fake a smile.
“Thank you, Honey. That means a lot,” Carol managed to replay.
When I had retired to my room and was in bed, I saw Carol stepping out of the shower and drying her hair with her towel. I couldn’t help but think about how, a few hours ago, my wife was giving a blowjob and then getting fucked at her workplace. The thought of it was slightly arousing but rage had already clouded my mind. She never gave me a blowjob, let me go down on her and she hated it when I spoke dirty. But back in the hospital, she was a different person.
As she slid in the bed, I wrapped my arms around her. It was normal for her to sleep in her panties and no bra. With my hand, I cupped her right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. This was turning me on. When I slid my hand down to her panties, she touched my hand and stopped me.
“Not tonight, honey. I am tired,” she said.
The word of my beloved wife hit me like a ton of bricks. She had spent the entire morning fucking another guy and pleasing him. Right now, when I was questioning myself, whether or not she loved me, I was getting a negative response. I was tempted to turn her around and confront her then and there and ask her if she loved me. The rational part of my brain made me realize that I would only end up venting my anger.
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The days that followed, I found myself disturbed and troubled every time I saw Carol leave for work. To imagine her with her lover, the intimate embrace and their dirty talk left me miserable. I knew I had to deal with this, but given my position, I felt helpless. Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to keep this to myself I finally decided to talk about this to someone. That, someone, was none other than my dear friend, Joel.
Joel and I were firefighters. Before I left the job, we would spend hours together. Even though he was six years elder to me, he came across as an elder brother who understood me. Not only was he a good friend, but also a wonderful father to his two children and a great husband to his wife. When I told him that I wanted to talk to him, he was delighted and instructed me to meet him at the local pub, where we used to hang out in the past.
It was Friday afternoon and Joel had managed to take an early leave from work to meet me at the pub. Since it was still early afternoon, the place was fairly empty with occasional visitors pour in. Grabbing our beers, we took our seats and began to inquire about each other’s life.
“Well, looks like you have forgotten us,” he said as he sipped his beer.
“No, Joel. I have been focusing on Sandra and Carol so...”
“So, you have neglected yourself. Look at you! You look pathetic.”
I couldn’t deny the fact that I had been neglecting myself and Joel easily noticed the change in me. I stared into my drink, trying to come up with possible answers to explain my condition. Before I could say anything, he asked, “Is everything fine back at home?”
“Yes! Sandra is fine. She is doing well in her studies and Carol… well…” I couldn’t complete my sentence.
“Marriage problem? Is she still working at the Medical Centre?” Joel asked.
“No. She has shifted to St. Luke’s hospital and works as a nurse,” I replied.
“St. Luke? Downtown? My cousin is a nurse there too. I am sure she must have met Carol,” Joel said, slightly excited.
“Well… about her. I just found out that she has been cheating on me. She has found a doctor at the workplace and they seem to have hit it off,” I said and let out a sigh.
I narrated the entire incident and Joel listened to me attentively. I somehow managed to control my tears in the beginning and told him how difficult it has been for me ever since. By then I finished pouring out myself, my eyes wet moist.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said as I concluded my long gloomy story.
Joel didn’t say a word. He let out a sigh and stared at his wedding ring, rolling it with his thumb.
“Won’t you say anything?” I asked.
Joel looked straight into my eyes and said, “Promise me, Simon. Promise me… no matter what, you won’t leave Carol,”
“I don’t understand, Jo,” I replied.
“There is one thing that no one knows about me. I was a prodigal husband and had it not been for my wife, I would have been someone else. I have cheated on her, neglected her and made her suffer. It was her love and patience that made me who I am today.”
He looked at his wedding ring again and continued, “Carol is a wonderful lady. You have seen her as a wonderful partner and a good mother to your daughter. She doesn’t want to cause you any harm or break your heart. She has created a positive image about herself in front of you and she will make sure that she doesn’t ruin it. So, my guess is, she doesn’t want you to think less of herself and therefore she avoids doing things that will destroy her image.”
He paused for a while and then continued, “This can be dangerous.” He then looked up at me and said, “If this continues, she will be one person at home and another individual at work. She will be a good wife to you and a naughty lady to her lover.”
“Then what do I do? I don’t know how long I can put up with this.”
“Make her feel guilty. Make her aware that, her actions carry consequences. Sooner or later, the truth about her infidelity will be out and how you act at that moment, will decide whether your marriage will survive or not, just as it did with mine.
“Ask her about her fantasy. And if she asks yours, tell her things that will make her open up about her infidelity. Confronting her at the moment will not kill the urge to find love outside marriage. Remember! Forbidden fruit only tastes good as long as it is forbidden.”
Joel finally paused and took a sip from his glass. “I will get in touch with my cousin. Hopefully, she might be able to give us a proper picture.”
“Thank you so much, Jo. It’s so good to have someone who understands,” I said.
“And Simon… I would love it if you joined us again. We need men like you.”
“I would love to, but Sandra…”
“Trust me, you will have to time them both. I insist that you join us.”
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The same night, when Carol and I were in bed cuddling, I mustered up the courage and decided to address the issue. I had my arms wrapped around her, her back touching my abdomen and her soft ass pressed against my groins.
“Carol… I was thinking about going back to work. You don’t have to worry about Sandra… I will take care of her…”
“Honey…” Carol called me in a sleepy voice. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”
She was genuinely tired and yet I decided to push my luck a little more.
“And honey, I don’t mean to be rude but… you are also aware that our sex life is not that great. I was thinking if we can explore a bit more into…”
My beloved wife, who was tired to listen about my work, suddenly turned around to look at me.
“What was that?” Carol asked.
“Honey, don’t get me wrong. I only wanted to spice things up in the bedroom by exploring into our fantasy. Do you have anything in mind?”
I got a confused look from Carol. “Simon, I think our sex life is good. I have no complaints about it.”
“Come on, honey. There is a difference in what we had a few years ago and what we have now. You know it right?”
Carols eyes were locked with mine. “Alright. I will think about it. What’s your fantasy?”
I took a deep breath and said, “Don’t get me wrong, love. But it turns me on to imagine you with another guy.”
Carol’s eyes widened. She had not seen this coming. Even before she could tell me her opinion, I had already thought about the possible outcome. If things go as planned, I would have reclaimed my wife. If not, then there would be no happy ending and the blame would ultimately fall on me.
(To be continued...)
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