When the divorce papers came, I was stunned, but not shocked. My wife and I had been very distant with each other for a number of years. Like a lot of guys, I guess I got too caught up in work and when the economy took a hit in 2008 & 2009, the stress was making it unbearable. My wife was using a lot of terms like, "emotionally distant" and things like that. The truth was, I was trying to keep the pressure on me and not ruin the lives of my family - especially my kids.
Over those years the sex diminished to the point of non-existence. When her dad died in the late 90s, she was insatiable. When my dad died in 2012, she rejected me over and over again. We went 5 months without sex and it was killing me. At the time I needed her most physically, she was not there. Even when we did have sex, she was really not into it. If I tried to spice it up, she got even more critical. No role-playing or anything like that. She even yelled at me for sending her a text about sex.
Here I was running 3 small companies and keeping my employees employed - at great stress and sacrifice - and my wife was treating me like some worthless human being. By the time the papers came, my self-esteem was at an all-time low. I know it sounds stupid, but when you are rejected physically by the one you love, it eats at you and kills your self-worth - at least from the guy's perspective. She even scoffed at the marriage counselor when she said sex was a need for most men.
Somehow, my employees were aware and rather supportive. Maybe it was because they saw me with my kids. Maybe, it was because they knew I didn't run around on my wife. Anyway, they were as supportive as any friend could have. I guess that allowed me to let my guard down.
You see, shortly before the papers were filed, I had purchased front row seats for my wife as a birthday present. They were for a Broadway show that was in town. Actually, I had purchased a package that had 4 shows. The first show was going to take place about 3 weeks after her birthday, but, as it turns out, about a month before I had to be out of the house. Here I was being kicked out of the house, so I had no desire to take my wife on a date. In a moment of weakness I let it slip among some employees that I was afraid to find a date and questioned whether I would even be able to do so. I didn't have a lot of interaction with females my age and I didn't want to set up an online profile. I guess in my heart I was hoping one of them would fix me up with a friend or something. So, it was a shock when April came up to me a bit later and said, "If you can't find a date, I'll go with you. I'll even dress up so that your wife might hear rumors that you took a young woman on a date."
I must admit, this floored me a bit. April was a very attractive lady, but I never looked at her that way. She was in her late 20s and I was in my mid-40s. She worked at a small shop that I owned and was the manager. She basically ran the place by herself and I just did the books and made sure we were paying the bills and everyone. Probably because I thought more with my wallet than my dick, I never gave her a look. Truth be told, she was very attractive. I had gone to her wedding a few years back and she looked stunning. Though she had a child and still carried a little baby weight around her stomach, she still would blow my wife away in looks, even without being about 20 years younger. I was flattered that she would do that for me and thought it was kind of a joke, especially since she said it in front of her husband. I let it slide, but the truth was, I was feeling less than confident about finding a date, and didn't really want to start a relationship while I was still living with my wife and kids.
About a week before the show, I was feeling even worse about myself. I hadn't asked anyone because of my domestic situation and largely because I had no confidence whatsoever with women. I was beat down enough that I felt I had nothing to offer them. So, at the shop one day I let it slip that I was still without a date. April didn't miss a beat. She looked at me and said, "just say the word and I will dress up and look hot as hell as your date." I agreed and we made plans. Basically because I was at home she said she would meet me at my main office and we could go from there. Maybe grab a quick bite and see the show.
It wasn't unusual for me to dress up for an evening appointment, so my wife didn't blink at me when I headed back to the office at 6 pm. She hardly looked up from her phone. I arrived at my office and saw that April was already there. Though she didn't work out of my office, she did enough for me that she had a key and the alarm code. When I arrived, I called out to her, not knowing which part of the office she was in. I headed past my secretary's area and the conference room and saw the light on in my personal office. I walked in and I was floored with what I saw. April's makeup was done, her hair was done, and she had on this spectacular red dress that highlighted her size d breasts. They had grown some when she was pregnant and they were barely holding themselves in the top. The dress went down to just below the middle of her thighs and she had on black stockings and red heels.
April was leaning against my desk and smiled when I walked in. She walked up to me with her heels clicking on the hard-wood floors, lightly grabbed a hold of my tie and said, "Do I look slutty enough to be your date." All she could get was a "wow" out of me and she responded with, "I take that as a yes."
