I rolled out of bed late in the morning. Having nothing to do I was in no hurry to start a lazy day. Grabbing something to eat I sat down to watch some bad weekend morning TV when the thought of my wife and last night came into my mind. I knew she would not be by today having a wedding and party to go to afterwards. Stretching out on my couch I zoned out as one hour blended into the next. By the afternoon I was bored out of my mind and by the evening I was dying for the day to finally come to an end. Around seven o'clock I was startled by the sound of my phone ringing. Answering it I was surprised to hear my wife's voice on the other end.
Marisa called me in a very emotional state and I could tell she had even been crying a little. She said she wanted us to get back together again. That watching the wedding made her think of our marriage and wanted me to move back home. The she missed me and wanted to have a fresh start, to forget everything up to today, to move on with our lives. Needless to say I was shocked not expecting this at all. We ended up having a long phone conversation lasting several hours that night and we agreed to forget what was done, and to get back together again. It was decided I would start moving my stuff back in this week in my free time after work and hopefully have it all there before this coming weekend. In the mean time I would return to our house tomorrow afternoon only coming back to my apartment to pick stuff up. Since I renting only month to month it would be no trouble getting out of here. When we finally got off the phone I found myself in the best mood I've been in for a long time. That everything was going to be normal again.
Waking up Sunday morning I found myself very relaxed. After getting dressed I took a walk out onto my back patio for some fresh air on this sunny morning. Stepping outside to get some peace I found anything but. Jerome happened to be outside him self cursing out loud. Yelling over I asked if everything was okay? He yelled back it wasn't. Told me he was pissed off because that girl he had been seeing was getting back together with her husband and said she wouldn't be able to see him anymore. He said she was a "hot fuck" and had to find someone as good to replace her. I told him I was sorry to hear about his bad luck and that I was moving out of here this week. He asked me why so I lied telling him I found an apartment closer to work. He quickly mentioned he was glad for me, said if I needed any help to ask him before as headed back inside. I knew there was no way I would ask him to help me move stuff to my house knowing he had been there already.
Packing what I could into my car I left my little apartment for home. That night I laid in bed next to my wife but for several hours could not sleep. Staring at her I found myself thinking about how great it was to be back together but also everything she had done while we were separated. Should I talk to her about what I know? And how would I even bring it up? Then I remembered we both promised to start new, to let go and forget everything that was done before yesterday evening. If I were to bring it up it might drag our new found relationship into a downward spiral again that may never be fixed. It took me a while to come to this conclusion and I would pretend I knew nothing and move on. Though my mind had other ideas. Over the next few nights I had dreams that had Marisa and Jerome having sex. Would even find myself with a hard on after waking up from them. We also had sex a couple of times this week and each time I kept picturing in my head Marisa and Jerome going at it. Yet I continued to keep my mouth shut.
Other then these couple of issues everything seemed to be going well. I was home now for two weeks and couldn't have been happier. Despite my feelings things were not as normal as I would have hoped for. The third Sunday I was home I was in our bedroom getting dressed while my wife was down the hallway getting ready to take a shower. We were going to go out for lunch and spend a relaxing day together. As I buttoned up my shirt I heard a buzzing sound coming from the night table. Looking over I saw my wife's cell phone open and shaking letting her know she just got a text message. I found that strange to begin with since she always said she hated those and never wanted to use them. Walking over I picked it up to with the intention of giving it to her after she got out of the bathroom. Glancing down at the screen I saw the message as written "miss u n want to fck u again please get bck 2 me asap, Jerome."
I could hear the water running in the shower so I began to look back into her past messages. I found another fourteen from Jerome over the past seven days not including the ones she replied to him about but just ones he sent on his own! They all said in one way or another that he needed her, missed her, wanted to meet up with her, wanted to fuck her, hasn't been able to find anyone else to replace her, was begging to have sex with him, etc. She replied to them all basically explaining that she couldn't and it would be cheating. He would come back with he didn't care that she was married he just wanted to fuck. That he hasn't been with a woman in almost two weeks now and needed her badly and she was the best he's had. I heard the shower turn off so I put the phone back where I found it and left the bedroom. From the living room I watched my wife walk into the bedroom. Coming out around ten minutes later she had her cell phone in hand closing it up.
We spent a nice day together and after getting home that evening she went into the kitchen to start making dinner. While she was busy I snuck into her bag and grabbed the cell phone out. Quickly I searched through the text messages to see what she wrote him today. She only said she couldn't do it reminding him again she was married. For the next few days I randomly checked her cell phone when I had the chance to find new messages from Jerome but found none. I wasn't sure if he finally gave up or Marisa was deleted them before I had the chance to sneak a peek. Either way it slowly slipped my mind as work began to get busier for me. Things still seemed normal until that next Tuesday. While driving home from work that evening I got a phone call on my cell. Reaching in my pocket I saw it was my wife. Answering it she told me she would be home late and had to do some overtime at work. I did find this a bit odd since she has never had to stay late at work but not thinking twice I told her I would be at home when she got there. Saying our good-byes I soon pulled into our driveway.
Taking a nice long shower I plopped down on the couch and waited for Marisa to come home. About one and a half hours later I saw headlights through our living room window as a car pulled into our driveway soon followed by my wife walking in the front door. She looked different from normal, a bit disheveled and yet relaxed. I asked how she was which she replied tired and sore as she headed towards the bedroom. In a matter of minutes I could hear the shower running. Late that night I attempted to have sex with Marisa but she showed no interests telling me she wasn't in the mood. Not thinking much of it we both went to bed and were soon asleep. As the rest of the week went on I kept a look out for cell messages from Jerome and found none making me believe he had given up. The next Monday she called me saying she would be working late again. The week after it was Wednesday. Then the week after that she was late on Monday. It really didn't seem right more so since the work she does never required overtime before. Each time she would come home looking very relaxed and every now and then with slightly messed up hair or clothing.
The week following she called me again on Monday saying that she would be home late. Thinking I would be nice I headed straight from work to her job to see if she wanted any company or maybe go out to dinner when she was finished. When I drove into the parking lot I found very few cars and my wife's was no where to be seen. As I was about to get out I saw one of Marisa's coworkers I knew and asked her if Marisa was inside. This woman swore to me that my wife already left. Thanking her I drove home thinking maybe she would be early after all only to find our house empty. A little more than an hour later she walked through the door. I right away asked her how she was. Telling me she was beat after an extra long day at work and was getting tired of these overtime days as she went towards our bedroom to take a shower. I was left speechless and had no idea what to think or to say. Then I thought of Jerome. Maybe he has something to do with this. Part of me really didn't want to believe it was true but I needed to find out either way.
I already knew Jerome's phone number which I got from my wife's cell. The next evening after work I gave him a call. After having to explain who I was I asked him if he wanted to go out for a drink tonight, my treat. He readily agreed as we met at a bar halfway between the two of us. We spent some time just talking about what we have been up to in our lives since I moved. That's when I took the chance to see if he knew anything about my wife so I asked him if he had any new women in his life. He said there were no new women in his life than asked me if I remembered that red head Marisa he was seeing while I still live there. Telling him I did I asked him why?