Beth and I were distant for the next few weeks. Not in a cool, uncaring way, but still giving each other more space than we had before. That was difficult at times; she couldnāt drive, and it was possible sheād never be cleared for it again. I wasnāt supposed to leave her alone for too long, either, just in case. Iād been working from home since she left the hospital, and what had been convenient before now felt almost stifling. When we spent time together, it felt warm but slightly impersonal, but we didnāt spend nearly as much time together as we had previously.
We couldnāt find a way to square what weād shared with the realities of our situation: there was so much tangled up in who weād been to each other that trying to become who we could be seemed like an impossible task. Could she really love me, or would it just be gratitude disguised as love? Could she believe that I loved her, or did she only see duty to my absent wife? How much of what we felt was real, and how much of it was two people who had no one else and maybe could never have anyone else again?
Our impasse was broken in the strangest way: laundry day.
āHave you seen my black t-shirt?ā
Beth became very focused on her folding. āWhich one?ā
āThe kind of ratty one. The one I wear when we go for walks sometimes.ā
āOh.ā She paused. āI, uh. Iāve been using it as, um, as a nightshirt.ā
I raised an eyebrow. āWhy?ā
Her voice was quiet. āBecause it smells like you.ā
āDidā did it spark a memory or something?ā That had happened before, a scent bringing up some little vignette from her past.
āNo. I justā¦ā She looked away. āItā¦ I likeā¦ā Her eyes closed. āIt makes me feel safe.ā
āOh.ā I stepped close to her and patted her shoulder. āThatā thatās okay, then. Iāve got plenty of other shirts. Or do you need a, um, a fresh one? I mean, one Iāve worn thatāsāā I sighed and started again. āDo you need one that smells more like me, because youāve been wearing that one?ā
She looked up at me. āWould you? Wouldā would that be okay? Notāā She laughed nervously. āNot too weird?ā
Beth looked so pretty like that, her expression vulnerable and earnest. My heart melted, and I know she could see it on my face. āNo. Itās sweet; Iām glad I make you feel that way.ā
āYou do!ā Her enthusiasm embarrassed her, and she looked away. āYou do. Iā Being here, with you. It feelsā really feels like home.ā
āIāll be happy to give you one, but weāve just done the laundry, so I canāt right now. Theyāre all clean. Can you hold out one more day?ā
She laughed as she looked up at me. āI think I can manage.ā
We finished the laundry and ate dinner. It felt intimate in a way it hadnāt been before. There was something there, a warmth both indefinable and very real. Nothing had really changed; the unassailable wall still separated us, the power imbalance that made any deeper relationship suspect. Everything had changed; the wall had been breached, just the tiniest bit, an admission of the imbalance serving to make it seem less important. I made her feel safe. She made me feel wanted. Maybe that was enough for now.Ā
Beth and I cleared the table and did the dishes together; it had been a nightly ritual before the recent distance. Lately, weād been taking turns at the chore. But that night, we returned to it together, and as we worked, we were closer physically. Before, sheād tried to keep a little space between us as we worked, and I had tried to honor that. Now, we brushed against each other. Sheād touch my arm, silently asking me to move to one side. Iād squeeze between her and the kitchen table, my body pressing lightly on hers; she didnāt pull away, and I think once she pushed back into me, but I couldnāt swear it.
We watched TV together for a little while, not quite snuggled up on the couch, but close enough to touch if we wanted. And we did. Just little, light touches and small intimacies: we held hands like teenagers on our first date; she patted my knee as she got up to get us drinks; she came back and leaned over as she handed mine to me, lingering just a little longer than she needed to. Iād catch her watching me out of the corner of my eye, and vice versa; we both smiled shyly and looked away. Things had changed, but neither of us was sure exactly how or how much, so we took refuge in coyness.
I yawned and stretched; it wasnāt the old standard where I tried to put my arm around her, just a general tiredness. āI think I need to head to bed. Itās been a long week.ā
Her disappointment was evident; I think she was hoping that I had been going for the old yawn and reach. But Beth smiled as she said, āYeah, I think thatās a good idea.ā She offered her hand to me, and I pulled her off the couch. After a nice, warm hug, she walked with me to the stairs, where we parted ways: her to our bedroom upstairs, me to the guest room downstairs.
I got ready for bed, brushing my teeth in the bathroom next door and laying out my clothes for the next day. I was about to change into sweats and a fresh t-shirt, my usual bedtime attire, when Beth knocked at my door. āJohn?ā
I opened it, and she stood there in my tattered black t-shirt and a pair of comfortable panties. Her hair was done up in a loose braid to keep it from tangling in her sleep, and sheād washed her makeup off. She couldnāt have looked any sexier than she did right now; this unguarded, completely honest version of her was everything I wanted. I could feel my mouth getting dry, so I swallowed and said with a smile, āHey, whatās up? Did you need something?ā
Beth looked down for a moment, then up into my face. Uncertain. āIā¦ā Resolved. āYou. I need you.ā She chuckled. āI was going to try to do this cute thing where I came to ask you for your shirt, and then when you gave me yours, Iād take mine off, andā¦ā She shook her head. āI donāt want to play any more games. I wantāā
I took her into my arms and kissed her with an intensity and hunger that Iād restrained for months. The part of me that said maybe we could never be equals again, that weād always have that wall between us? I didnāt give a fuck. I was going to burst through thatāno; we were going to burst through thatāand smash our way through whatever obstacles we had to to find a happy ending for us. I was tired of Beth simultaneously being both my wife and not my wife, and it was time to tell Schrƶdinger to butt the fuck out of our lives.
She moaned into my mouth as I felt her tongue slip inside. Her hands roamed across my body as I crushed her to me, finally settling on my belt, frantically trying to unbuckle it. My mouth broke from hers in a gasp as she succeeded and slipped her hand into my trousers, not even bothering with the buttons and zipper, grasping at my dick. āOh god, John, Iāmāā She buried her face in my neck, nuzzling. āItāsā fuck, youāre so hard. Iām such a tease, Iām sorry, Iāā
My voice growled, āNo.ā She looked up at me. āNo guilt. No worrying. Just us.āĀ
A tiny nod, then a sly grin. āJust us.ā She sank to her knees in front of me.Ā
āJust you... ā She undid my button and zipper and planted a kiss on my raging erection, our skin separated only by the thin fabric of my briefs.Ā
āAnd meā¦ā Her eyes were on mine as she rocked back on her heels. Taking the hem of her ānightdressā in her hands, she slowly pulled it over her head, teasing me with the curves of her body. Scars adorned it now, the remnants of the wreck that had left us here, but her beauty remained flawless in my eyes.Ā
As the shirt passed up and over her round, large breasts, they were drawn up in the fabric, then dropped, bouncing tantalizingly. The pink nipples were hard and long, and I reached down to roll one between my fingers, pulling gently at it as she tossed the shirt aside. With a smile, she closed her eyes and purred. Then they were open again, a wildfire behind them.
āAnd thisā¦ā She pulled down my pants and briefs, then hissed with a sharp intake of breath. āThisā thisā¦ god, this beautiful fucking dick.ā She took me into her hand, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and slowly starting to stroke. With a chuckle, she said, āI donāt know how I could ever have forgotten this,ā then leaned forward to take the head in her mouth.
It took everything I could not to cum as Beth started to suck. It had been so long, and even if Iād staved off the urges by myself, there was no substitute for the real thing. She released me from her mouth with an audible pop and started to stroke my cock with long, smooth strokes, bringing her other hand up to gently caress my sac. āItās okay, John. Cum. Cum as soon as you want. You donāt need to hold back.ā She kissed the head again. āI want you to cum for me. I need it. I need to make you feel good. Need to know that I can make you feel good, the way your wife should.ā
My breath caught in my throat. āWhat?ā
She leaned into me, rubbing my dick along her cheek as she looked up into my eyes. āYour wife, John. Weāll figure everything else out later, but Iām going to be your wife. Iāll beāā She kissed the shaft, eyes closing for just a moment in an expression of reverence. āIāll be everything for you: your wife, your lover, your slut, your best friend. Everything.ā Pulling away again, she moved both hands to my cock, stroking faster, rubbing precum along it as she did.
I moaned; she had told me not to hold back, but it felt so exquisite that I didnāt want it to end yet. This wasā¦ this was not Liz. Liz had been so vanilla; not frigid, exactly, at least not at the beginning of our marriage. Passionate in her own way, but definitely a ālady.ā Beth wasā¦ Beth wasā¦ āOh, fuck, Beth. Fuck, hon, Iāmāā She took me into her mouth, as much as she could, then further, taking me deep into her throat. My hands tangled in her hair, and I groaned her name as I came harder than I had in years.Ā Ā
I was shaking as she pulled my cock from her mouth. Beth kissed it lovingly, licking at the little bits of spend that dribbled from it. As I twitched, she laughed with delight. I gasped, āWhereā where did you learnā ?ā
Her brows knit together. āIā¦ What do you mean? Isnātā¦ isnāt this what weā?ā I could see her confidence begin to waver.
Pulling her to her feet, I growled. āNo.ā I kissed her fiercely, tasting faintly myself on her lips. āBetter. So fucking good, Beth.ā I kissed her again and felt her melt. My fingers tugged her panties loose, then off, nearly tearing them in my passion to see her naked. In the back of my head, a nagging concern remained, but I wasnāt going to fuck this up. We had a fresh chance at us, and I planned to grab hold of it with both hands.
My voice commanded, āGet on the bed. Itās your turn.ā Any trepidation vanished from her face as she moved past me into the room, out of the doorway where sheād just given me the best blowjob Iād ever had. Beth grabbed my hand, pulling me along, before she stopped at the bed and gave me a teasing grin. She opened her mouth to speak, but I simply said. āNow.ā She seemed both cowed and visibly aroused as I took charge.
Her taut, athletic ass taunted me as she crawled onto the bed. I could see her getting ready to turn around, to lie down. No. Something new for me meant something new for her. I seized her hips in my hands and shoved my face against her wet pussy, the thick, unkempt bush tickling at my chin. She gasped loudly, the unexpected sensation causing her to lose her balance. Her arms went out from under her, leaving her face down, ass up, and kneeling prone on the edge of the bed as my tongue lavished attention on her sweet quim.
Soft little mewling noises tried to escape her mouth but were lost in the mattress that her face pressed against. I pulled back for just a moment to suck at my thumb before returning to the fervent worship of my wife's sweet, sopping cunt. Beth groaned as my thumb slid between her cheeks and teased at her puckered starfish. Her head turned to one side to take in gasps of air, and then, quietly, to plead.
I pressed the thick digit into her, and she let out a long, shuddering moan. Her hands found her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, signaling her desire. I pressed it all the way in, and she pushed up and back against me. My tongue kept at her slick hole, but it wasnāt the focus anymore. No, her focus and mine were both on her other tight hole, the one Liz had only given to me on special occasions. The one that Beth wordlessly, needily begged me to stretch.
I obliged her. My left thumb, slicked with her copious juices, joined the right, and she groaned, āYessss, John. Fuckā fuckingā oh, god, fucking open me up!ā Both thumbs worked together, pulling at that elastic ring, teasing it, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings. I felt the familiar flutters in her body, the harbinger of a truly massive orgasm.
My mouth left her for just a moment. āCum for me, Beth. Show me how fucking sexy my wife is, you gorgeous fucking slut.ā
The words were barely out of my mouth when she pressed her cunt back to it and shuddered, howling my name. āJooohn! Fuckā fuckingā ah John, fucking love you!āĀ
Her words were too much for me. Love. She loved me. This was my woman. This was my wife. She was going to see what that meant.
The orgasm was still making her body shake as I stood up and turned her over onto her back. āSay it again.ā
Her eyes, unfocused and half opened, tried to lock onto mine. āF-fuckingā¦ā She shook her head. āLove you, John. So good. Suchāā She shuddered, an aftershock passing through her. āSuch a good man. Good husā!ā I entered her sweet, tight pussy, my hard cock ending her sentence in a sudden cry of pleasure.
āBeth.ā She looked at me, pleading. āI love you, Beth.ā A look of relief on her face, then her eyes rolled back into her head as I began to move in her. Her hands gripped the sheets, clawing and pulling them away from the mattress. āYouāre going to be such a good wife to me, arenāt you?ā Only a little, almost incoherent moan of assent passed her lips. Words failed us both as I began to make love to my wife for the first time.
I was gentle with her; I knew that soon, perhaps even tonight, I would take her roughly. Beth seemed to have a sexual need that Liz had never had, or at least had never shown to me. We would explore that together in time. But I wanted her to know that the John sheād grown comfortable with, the one she was trusting with her life and happiness, was the same one that was consummating our new marriage right now. That I could always be the safe harbor, the loving husband that she needed. She smiled up at me and put her hand on my cheek; I kissed it, and the look between us told me we both were finally where weād longed to be.
But Iām only a man, and I had been alone for a long time, alone even with Beth there. I needed her with a passion Iād rarely felt. She saw the lust in my eyes, the lust that grew alongside my love for her, and crossed her legs around me. Her whispered urgings spurred me on. āYes, John. Yes. Show me. Show me how much you love me.ā Beth leaned up to kiss me just briefly before falling back onto the bed, her hands on my biceps, nails digging into them as I sped us to our shared climax.
I started to piston into her, my need crowding out the gentleness Iād wanted to show her. She hissed, āYessss, fucking show me!ā I felt her tighten around me, another orgasm approaching, and gave into my lust for her. There were no real words then, from either of us. Only grunts and gasps, and excited, animal pleadings for each other.Ā
Beth came first, but only by a second; she was still cumming as my seed finished flooding her and I slumped down, pinning her body to the mattress with my weight. We laid there, sweaty and gasping, until I heard her voice, soft with sadness. āSā so good. So good. How muchāā A tiny sob. āā how much am I missing? How much did I lose?ā
That question preyed on my mind for the next two months. Not constantly, of course. Most of the time, I focused on my not-exactly-renewal of my marriage with my wife, who was not exactly the woman that Iād married. As we got closer, as she was willing to show her preferences to someone who loved her and who she trusted, I found how many of her tastes had really changed.Ā
Sometimes that was something like food; I had taken the lead in the preparation of our meals before, but she was a better cook. Once she took over that role, we started seeing a lot more Thai and Italian in the mix and a lot less American and Tex Mex. Other times, it was movies and other pop culture. She threw herself into the things I loved and found that she loved them as well. The rom-coms and serious Oscar-bait dramas that Liz had liked left Beth cold.
Sexually, though? That was where I kept hearing alarm bells. My ānewā wife proved passionate and varied in her tastes, a wild divergence from Liz; maybe the biggest. There was almost nothing Beth wasnāt down for, and she often took the lead. Her love burned like an inferno, intense and almost blindingly brilliant. But where there was fire, there was smoke: I could maybe chalk the enthusiasm up to Beth, exploring her tastes and trying to make new memories to replace the old. But the skills that went with that? No.Ā
Liz gave a decent blow job, when she was still giving them to me, but Beth could deepthroat like the second coming of Linda Lovelace. She had knowledgeāskill-based knowledgeāof various kinks that couldnāt be learned from just watching porn. I knew that she did watch, and we sometimes watched together, with her pausing the video and exclaiming, āThat! Letās do that!ā But she had to have picked this stuff up somewhere else. Either she had learned these skills before we were married and then never trotted them out for me orā¦
I tried very hard to not think about that āor.ā Thinking too much about that āorā would inevitably lead to heartbreak. But the thoughts wouldnāt go away, not entirely. With the demolished wall of our power imbalance in the past, a new one sprung up. It remained in the distance for the moment, but we were rushing towards it at breakneck speed, and eventually weād slam straight into it.
When I wasnāt mulling over those worries, though, my wife and I were very content. We went out on dates, spent lazy Sundays on the couch and in bed, and tried to build our new lives together. We kept walking and then running; Beth ran slowly and tired quickly at first, but she rapidly gained in both speed and stamina. That last one had some really great knock-on effects on other aspects of our relationship, but what really mattered was that she had something that she really loved doing. This was a place where Liz and Beth converged, and her old muscle memory combined with her joy of the sport, meant she got very good, very fast.
Eventually, we started to look for new places to run: parks, jogging paths, nature trails, and the like. We had a few favorites, but it always felt like Beth was looking for something specific. Like there was a perfect path out there that sheād be happiest running. So we kept looking. And then one day, we found it.
We took off down the wooded path around a nearby lake, and Beth started to get a lead on me. This wasnāt that surprising; she would regularly lope ahead and then back to me. But this time, when she ran ahead and then back, my shoelace had come untied. I told her not to wait for me, and she took off again. Once Iād tied my laces again, I jogged to catch up, but she had gotten so much faster in the previous few months. After a few minutes trying to get her back in view, I heard a manās voice cry out incredulously, āLiz?!ā More words followed, with raised voices, but not loud enough for me to make out.Ā
My jog turned into a sprint, and I rounded a bend to find a young, athletic man with blonde hair and blue eyes reaching out for Beth. He looked confused, angry, and pained, all in one. It was a familiar look, a cousin to one Iād seen often recently on the face of Lizās former co-workers and friends. My wife shrunk away from him. Was she afraid? Angry? I couldnāt tell from that angle.Ā
āBeth!ā The man turned his gaze to me, and his expression cycled to sudden recognition, then settled into a new one: fear. I skidded to a stop next to Beth. She looked at him like sheād seen a ghost. Her face was ashen, and I thought she might throw up. āBeth, are you okay?ā She nodded mutely, still staring at the man. A stranger to me, but someone I was becoming painfully certain she knew well.
He huffed, āBeth? What is he talking about, Liz?ā
āYes, Beth.ā My voice was even, but certainly not friendly. This man was no friend to me. āAnd you are?āĀ
The stranger looked taken aback. He shifted his weight and tried to puff himself up, his body language clearly showing discomfort. āIā Alan. Iām aā Well, I thought I was a friend of Lizās. We used to run out here a couple times a week, but she disappeared a year ago. We were texting about our nextā our next run, and then she just ghosted me.ā His eyes shifted around as he stumbled over certain words; probably lying, but whether in detail or by omission, I wasnāt sure.
āIām her husband, and Iāve never heard of you.ā He opened his mouth to speak, but I didnāt care to hear another lie. āLiz was in a car accident.ā All the blood drained from his face. āShe spent months in a coma, and most of her memories are gone.ā I glanced over at Beth, but she wasnāt here with us right now; Iād seen the same expression when something triggered the retrieval of a memory, but sheād never gotten this lost in one before. āSheās Beth now. She wantedā she needed a clean break from who she was before and who she is now.ā
Then. Then I saw the look on Alanās face, the one I had dreaded. The one that indicated a deep pain at being loved and then forgotten. The one they warned me about at the hospital, the one I was supposed to hide from her. The one that only I should have had to hide from her. āIāā He tried to conceal his hurt, too, but he couldnāt. I knew. He knew that I knew. And Beth did, too.Ā
He cleared his throat. āIāmā Iām glad youāre back up and about Liā Beth. Iām sorry thatā sorry about yourā your accident. I hope I see you backāā My glare told him that if he finished that sentence, there would be consequences that at least one of us wasnāt going to be able to live with. āI, uh, I need to get going. See you around.ā
Our run was over. Beth watched Alan leave, sorrow written on her face. I nodded to myself, then turned on my heel and started walking back towards the car. Beth must have realized Iād gone and caught up a minute later. We didnāt speak on the way back, but we did stop once; she ran off into the bushes just off the path and emptied her stomach onto the ground.
The ride home was silent except for her sobs. When we got inside, I motioned for Beth to sit at the table before making her some tea. Neither of us wanted to do this. Both of us knew we had to. I set the tea down in front of her and waited for her to speak, but eventually I got tired of waiting.
āLiz cheated on me.ā It wasnāt a question. There was no need to ask, just establish facts. She nodded. āDo you have any idea how long?ā
ā...A while.ā She took a sip. āA long while. I donātā¦ I donāt know how long exactly, but I know enough to know that heā¦ he looked different sometimes. Different times of the year, different clothing. A beard at one point.ā
āHow long have youā¦ Is his face one of the ones youāve always remembered?ā She was very quiet. Very still. āPlease, justā¦ just tell me.ā She nodded. āThe first one, right? The one you expected to see when I walked through the door, when your husband walked through the door after you woke up. Thatās why you were surprised and disappointed, not just because you didnāt remember my face, but becauseā because you expected to see someone else. Someone you loved.ā
Beth looked down and sobbed, her entire body wracked with sorrow. I continued, āItās why you looked through all of those albums and school pictures. You were trying to find the person you were supposed to be with. Itās why you were so disappointed and angry when you didnāt find them there. And then later when you didnāt find them at your old work or the coffee shop or gym, why you seemed soā¦ soā¦ā I couldnāt say it. Desire and suffering, hope and pain, all dueling in my head.
She choked out, āReā relieved. It meant I hadnātā Liz hadnātāā She shook her head. āHeās so young. Iād hoped that maybeā maybe it was a college boyfriend. I didnātāā She coughed and took another sip of tea, then looked me square in the eyes. āUntil I saw him today and rememberedā¦ more, I didnātā¦ The memories were out of time. Impressions. A face, a place I didnāt recognize, aāā Beth paused, not wanting to say something that would hurt. āNothing from our life. I hoped that since I hadnāt seen him anywhere, that they were justā¦ā She laughed ruefully. āThat they were like that stupid fast food jingle that played through my head for a week after I woke up. Just a random set of memories that didnāt really matter.āĀ
Beth looked away, her voice straining as she continued. āBut then I saw him, and I knew that they did. Not a lot came back when I saw him, but enough. Enough to put some context to everything.ā
āDid Liz love him?ā
Her lips tightened as she nodded, eyes still not on me. āNotā¦ not in the same way that she loved you, at least not when you were first married. Not as much. He wasā¦ exciting. And she was angry at you. He was going to beā¦ā Fresh tears trickled down her cheeks. āHe was going to be enough.ā
āEnough?ā
She closed her eyes. āEnough for when she left you.ā
I couldnāt find any surprise when I looked inside myself. Of course she was cheating. Everything fit together. Liz had given up on us before I had. Her cheating wasnāt the reason our marriage was going to end. Our marriage was going to end, so she was getting her ducks in a row. Making sure she had a fallback. Not surprising, in retrospect, but still painful.
I had to ask. āDoā¦ Do you love him, Beth?ā
She almost dove across the table to grab my hands. āNo! No! No, god no! I love you! I only love you! I know how Liz felt, but I donātā¦ Itās like reading a story about a character, or watching a movie. I know how she felt, even kind of understand it, but her feelings arenāt mine.ā
āWhat about the sex, then? Youāā I sighed. āYouāre nothing like Liz in bed.ā
Beth shook her head. āNo. Thatās notā I am like Liz in bed. Itās just that she lied to you about what she was like. What she wanted. Sheāā Her breathing became shallow, almost panicked. āThat stupid fucking cunt. She needed to beā it had to be her goddamned show. She needed to dole out her affection likeā like you were a puppet. A fucking pet. She couldnāt control you, and she hated that you were getting to see more of life, travel more, a ābetterā career, and sheāāĀ
Her face was a mask of rage. āYou may have wanted to end your marriage, but knowing what I know now? I fucking hate her.ā Bethās tears started to fall again. āHateā hate me. Sheās part of me. And I hate her, so where does that leave me? I wish Iād never remembered anything at all. Wish my world was justāā She whimpered, āJust one where I woke up and you were there, and thatās all it was. No memories but the ones I build with you.ā
I squeezed her hand. āBeth, Iā¦ honey, I still love you. Sheāsā you arenāt Liz. Sheās, like you said, sheās like a character in a book. Sheāsāā
My wife exploded, āShe could come back, John! What if sheās like a cancer in my brain? What if it metastasizes, takes me over, destroys Beth? What if I wake up tomorrow and thereās enough of her back that I hate you?ā She had started to shake with fear. āWhat if she takesā what if you donāt get to have Beth anymore? How can I do that to you? I canāt stop it from happening ifāā The panic in her voice broke my heart.
āBeth. Beth!ā She stopped and looked at me. āYouāll still remember you, Beth. Still remember you and me. You wonātā you wonāt hate me like that. I know.ā
She wailed a single word, āHow!?ā
Now it was my turn to look away. āBecause I do remember. I do know what it was like toā¦ I hated her. Things were so bad near the end. I stayed longer than I should have, knew we couldnāt pull out of the dive and Iā and Iā¦ā I looked back at her. āI was going to cheat, too.ā
Her hand slackened on mine. āWhat?ā
āThe last trip. The one whereā¦ where I was on the plane home and knew I needed to end things with Liz. It wasnāt just because of how bad things were. I hadā¦ā I took a deep breath to calm myself. āThere was a woman from another office. Weād worked together on a couple of projects. Sheādā Iād used her as a sounding board. About work first, but then about my home life. She wasnāt part of my org. Lived in another state, but we saw each other often enough thatāāĀ
I shook my head. The details didnāt matter. āThe last night there, we were in an elevator together, and weā we wereā¦ If the doors hadnāt opened, if one of our co-workers hadnāt come in then, it would have continued in one of our rooms. The next day, when we were getting ready to leave, I told her the next time I saw her that Iād be free. And I headed home, knowing that it was only by chance that Iād stayed faithful.
āI remember all of it, the good and the bad. I remember Liz changing her mind about us having kids, how she refused to until she was āestablishedā in her career. Which was just shorthand for her having the upper hand between us, I realize now. How she pushed me further and further away as she ālostā in some fucking competition that only existed in her mind. Howāā I sighed. āHow obvious, looking back, that she was having an affair, and how she was probably laughing about getting one over on me.ā Beth became very still suddenly, confirming my suspicion.
āBut I remember you, too. I remember how much it hurt when you didnāt recognize me. When you chose a new name, how bittersweet that was for me. The way we inched closer to each other over time, becoming less strangers and more friends, and then eventually lovers. Whenā¦āĀ
I kissed her hand. āWhen you told me that you wore my shirt to sleep in because it made you feel safe. When you came to my bed and took that shirt off and told me you were my wife.ā My face was wet.Ā
āEverything since, even thisā this painful new, old knowledge. Itās all part of us. I hated Liz, and I love you. Thatās how I know. Because I have all the memories, wanted and unwanted, and Iām still here desperately hoping thatā thatā that you and I will grow old together. That, if you want, weāll be able to watch our children and grandchildren from the comfort of our worn out old recliners. That weāā
Beth leaned across the table, silencing me with a kiss. It was sweet but passionate, a promise of the future, a silent vow between us that there would be an us. She stood and pulled me along with her to our bedroom.
Once there, my wife undressed me, kissing the exposed skin as she removed each piece of clothing. She led me to the bed once I was naked and bade me lay on it. When she disrobed, it wasnāt some overtly sexy striptease, just my wife displaying her body, scars and all. It felt all the more intimate for its lack of artifice. Her eyes stayed on mine as she climbed onto the bed and straddled me.
Bethās hands pressed flat on my chest as she kissed me. āYouāre right: Liz is our past. John and Beth are our future. And if sheā if she shows up, weāll face her together. Youāā She kissed me again, softly. Her hand rested over my heart, and she brought my hand to rest over hers āThisā us. Weāre strong enough to face our past. Together.ā With a chuckle, she purred, āBut thatās not what I want right now.ā
She took me in her hands and placed the head at her entrance. āI want to build a new life with you.ā She slid down, slowly, a low, soft groan escaping her lips as she accommodated my full length. Her hand slid mine from her heart down to her belly. Beth smiled beatifically down at me, nothing but love on her face. āI want to make a new life with you. I want to feel it grow inside me.ā She began to move and her eyes fluttered closed as she savored the sensation. āMmmm, you feel so good, John. So perfect.ā
I traced along her side, and she giggled, ticklish. The giggle turned to a gasp as my hand moved to her breast and began massaging it. I breathed, āI love you, Beth,ā as my wife gave me the pleasure only she could. My other hand reached down between us, the thumb teasing her clit.Ā
She moaned her love for me and began to move faster, gliding up and down my shaft. āOh- ah! Loveā oh godā Johnā Love you!ā A tweak of her nipple drew out a little cry and she grabbed the offending hand, whining as her orgasm drew nearer. Bringing it to her lips, she kissed it and held it tightly, a lifeline between us.
My other hand shifted to her hip. The beginnings of a frustrated little whimper started in her throat, but it was quickly replaced by a loud cry of pleasure as I used my new leverage to hold her steady so that I could thrust upwards. Beth released my other hand and began to tug at her own nipples, throwing her head back at the sensations coursing through her. I took the opportunity to grab both hips and start enthusiastically fucking my wifeās slick, tight pussy.
āCuā cumming! John! Please! P-please! Need you need nā needā !ā Her words turned towards nonsense as she lost control. They were a strange, primal song that possessed me, that drove me as I drove into her. As she started to wail, my voice joined hers, even as my body slammed upwards into her and held there, cock pulsing, sowing the new life she desperately wanted into her fertile womb. We laid together after that for a while, but my wife was far from done with me that night, and I was far from done with her. We finally slept in the early morning, exhausted from our couplings.
The world moved along, and we with it. Little memories would crop up from time to time, mostly about mundane things. Occasionally they were about Lizās infidelity, which drove Beth into a funk until I could take her into my arms and remind her how little I cared about what Liz had done in her body. My āfirst wifeā was like the monster in a slasher movie, and we were never sure if sheād rise up, trying to destroy our lives.Ā
But ten years passed, the same amount of time Liz and I had been married, and she never did. Instead, our household became complete, with the birth first of Ellen and then Duncan. Dr. Taggart was the godmother to our eldest, of course. Those years were a time of scraped knees and sleepless nights, adjustments on top of adjustments. It was one of the happiest of our lives.
Twenty years passed, and our little ones fled the nest. We cried when we came home the day after we dropped Duncan off at college. That weekend, we reacquainted ourselves with every surface of our home, embracing our empty nest years and each other with gusto. We found new hobbies and friends. We traveled, reconnected with ourselves, and fell more in love than ever.
Thirty years passed, and Liz became barely a shade; no new memories had sparked in almost a decade, and weād long since stopped worrying about her influence. But she gave us one last gift; Iād like to think it was an apology of sorts.Ā
We were at Ellenās wedding. Our daughter was beautiful, standing with the man Iād just given her to. The priest said the words, āYou may kiss the bride,ā and Beth stiffened. A broad smile spread across her face, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. Our wedding. She remembered our wedding.
Beth and I spent the rest of our lives together, into the years of grandchildren and retirement and all the rest. We never wavered in our loyalty or our love. In the end, I was sorry that Liz and I hadnāt made it work, couldnāt figure out how to escape the spiral of competition and jealousy. I was sorry for what Beth suffered through, the pain and the loss of her memories. But I was forever grateful that, at the end of her struggles, we each found the love of our life. That we created the memories that mattered together.