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I first wrote this many years ago as a two part story.
I’ve had some lovely feedback to part one and realised I could have done so much more with the idea. I had a free day today so I have written a new part 2 and will be reworking the original second part as part 3 over the next few days and hopefully adding a part 4. I hope you enjoy
The Weekday Wife – Part 2 – Saturday Morning
I’d hardly slept, had no appetite for breakfast, I just felt sick to the stomach with worry and an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.
I lay back on the bed and thought back to when it all started. Why hadn’t I done something, tried to stop it then before it got out of hand.
It had been a dinner party, Amy was sat opposite me looking stunning in a short, low cut, figure hugging, silver cocktail dress. I remember thinking how lucky I was to be married to such a sexy woman.
I looked up as I heard a deep male voice “would you mind if I sit here? Next to you? I don’t have a partner tonight I’m afraid.”
Without waiting for an answer he pulled out the chair next to Amy and sat down, holding out his hand, he introduced himself “Simon, it must be my lucky day, sitting next to the most beautiful lady in the room.”
Amy looked at him with just a little too much admiration in her eyes for my liking but I could understand why. He was the very epitome of masculinity. Incredibly handsome, tall and athletic and dressed impeccably. He completely ignored me and bestowed all his attention on my obviously impressed wife.
Amy seemed to come alive in his company, both of them seemed totally comfortable with each other in an instant. A mutual attraction there for all to see.
“Are you here alone too? I heard him ask. Amy suddenly seemed to remember I was there, “oh no, this is my husband….”
Before she could say my name he looked over at me “ah the husband, there always has to be a husband unfortunately”, he stretched his hand over the table and grasped my hand with such a firm grip I winced in pain. He smiled, knowing my wife had seen my reaction, demonstrating his superiority from the outset. He then ignored me completely and turned all his attention back on to my wife.
I could feel myself going red with embarrassment, immediately feeling small and inadequate in comparison to this man.
This was when I should have done something, Interrupted, forced my way into the conversation, asserted myself as Amy’s husband.
Instead I just sat there, silent, as I watched the two of them flirting, Amy touching his arm as she laughed at his jokes, Simon leaning in close as he whispered in her ear, her glancing at me briefly before leaning in to whisper back. Both laughing. I could feel myself shrinking in front of them. That sick feeling in the stomach as I realised I had lost all control of the situation. No power to alter the inevitable pathway I could see developing in front of my eyes.
The worst part was Amy seemed either completely oblivious to my unease or worse still, really didn’t care. I was insignificant to her now, my feelings of no importance. Simon was her only focus.
At the end of the evening, they didn’t even have the decency to conceal the swapping of phone numbers, totally ignoring me standing next to them, I may as well not have existed. Then there was the kiss goodbye, lingering far too long, his hand on her waist and hers resting on his chest.
The drive home was awkward. “You seemed very taken with your new friend” I eventually said after a long spell of silence.
“Was that a problem then”, Amy replied.
“No, of course not, but you two seemed a bit over friendly considering you’d only just met and you were supposed to be with me.”
Amy laughed, “with you? You hardly said a word, you looked like a little boy lost all night . It’s not my fault Simon paid me a lot of attention. You didn’t do anything to stop him did you?”
“I didn’t get the chance” I protested.
“You had every chance, you just weren’t man enough were you? Don’t blame me for your inadequacies, Simon was flirting with me all night and you just sat there sulking. I would expect my husband to be a bit more protective, to stand up for himself, to protect me but I guess you’re just not capable of doing that are you?”
The rest of the journey was spent in silence.
Nothing was said the next couple of days, I felt a sense of relief that the events of that evening were fading in my memory, not so important now, not as emasculating as it seemed at the time.
Life was back to normal. Our relationship was strong again. Life was good. We were a happy couple again.
Then came the phone call.
It was early evening and we were sitting together on the sofa when her phone rang.
Amy didn’t say hello, she didn’t say hi, she didn’t say Amy speaking. Instead her answer was like a knife to my heart.
“It’s you, I was hoping you would call”, she got up from the sofa, “I’m not alone, let me go somewhere private so we can talk”. Without a backward look she was gone.
I sat there for over an hour, tormented by thoughts of what they were discussing.
When she eventually returned, looking rather flushed I had to ask, “was that him”?
Amy smiled “you know it was, don’t pretend, you knew this would happen, you saw us together, remember. You let this happen, it’s your fault.”
My heart sank, “what did he want?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Dinner, tomorrow night, he’ll send a taxi to pick me up”
“Did you say yes”?
“Of course, you knew I would. I enjoyed his company, you saw that. I think we could be good together, he’s different to you, in every way, exciting. I want this and I think you need to accept it. Like you did that night when you were too weak to stop things. No pouting, no arguments, it’s too late now.”
And now I spend every weekend alone in a hotel room while my wife’s lover takes my place in the marital home and marital bed.
“He has other women he sees”, Amy had explained to me after that first dinner date with him. “During the week but his weekends are free. I want to spend that time with him. I’m going to spend that time with him whether you like it or not. I want this, I need this”
“You’re going to stay with him every weekend?” I asked, close to tears.
“No, I’m not staying at his, he’s coming here, you’ll have to move out, every Friday at 7pm. It’s what he wants, he was very firm on this, I’ll be his until Sunday night, every weekend. From now on he’ll be my weekend lover and I’ll just be your weekday wife
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