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by Selena Kitt

  “Marcus,” Richard repeated, now sounding triumphant, as if he had just won a competition. “You wouldn’t be sleeping with a stranger at all.”

  Melissa shook her head so hard it hurt. “Richard, I don’t know where to begin. This isn’t how couples fix their problems.”

  “How do you know? And even if they don’t, maybe they should. We’re in a more than a rut, I know you think it. I feel it. It’s like someone whose heart has stopped beating, it needs a big shock to get it going.”

  “This is a shock, that’s for sure.” Melissa reached for her wine, saw that she had downed both glasses, and started to get up for more, then changed her mind. This was not a conversation to have while tipsy. Who knew what she might say.

  Richard looked at her expectantly. “Tell me what’s wrong with the idea.”

  “God, Richard, this isn’t a business deal! It’s our marriage!”

  “Which is why we’re talking about it. It’s why I want to talk about it, you owe me that. Please. Just tell me what’s wrong with my idea.”

  For the hundredth time Melissa was seeing a striking example of the difference between how people handled a crises. She wanted to lash out, out of anger, hurt, fear. Guilt. Yet Richard wanted to talk.

  Which is what people did in good marriages. Or so she had been told. Okay, she’d try.

  “A lot of things. First, even if were to consider it—and I’m not saying I am—what do you expect me to do? Just call Marcus up and say, hey, my husband wants me to sleep with you?”

  Richard wasn’t fazed in the least, he had obviously thought this through. “Why not? He’d probably get off on it. Hell, I’d probably get off on it if I got a call like that. How often do you think a guy gets a call out of the blue from a beautiful woman wanting to have sex?”

  That probably happened to Marcus all the time, Melissa thought. And from women far prettier than me. And he probably was still getting calls like that.

  Damn. She was already succumbing to Richard’s enticement. She was already thinking about Marcus, wondering about what he was like now. “He’s probably married.”

  “You said he wasn’t the marrying type.”

  “That was a long time ago.”

  “Do you that’s something that would change about him?”

  Melissa didn’t have to think very long. “No, I don’t. But it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t do it. I’m married. That’s the important thing.”

  “We’ll get to that. Would it stop him? You being married?”

  “Not for a second.”

  “So that’s one problem solved. As for you, if I don’t mind, then why should you?”

  “You don’t mind? You should mind! That’s part of the problem! The very thought of this should drive you mad!” Melissa was suddenly furious, her emotions swinging wildly, and even as she felt it happen she couldn’t control it.

  “Now you aren’t making sense,” said Richard, his voice calm, which infuriated Melissa even more. “Remember that time, not long after we got married, when I asked you if you minded if I had dinner with my ex-girlfriend on that trip I took to New York?”

  “So what?”

  “What did you say?”

  “I told you to go ahead, that you didn’t even have to ask. It was nice that you did, but you didn’t have to.”

  “Why didn’t you get all worked up about it? Shouldn’t you have been jealous?”

  “I trusted you.”

  “I know. But you didn’t see me get all upset and mad because you weren’t jealous. I didn’t need to see some reaction from you to know you loved me.”

  Melissa stared at him, deflating. “Don’t you get tired of being right all the time?”

  “I don’t care about being right. You know that. I just want to fix this.”

  “I still can’t believe you want me to be with Marcus.”

  Richard reached for her hand again, and she let him take it in his lap. “Don’t misunderstand me,” he said, earnestly. “I don’t want you to end up with him. I want you with me. But we don’t know what might happen. You could sleep with him, and realize that it isn’t all you are thinking it would be, what it could keep being. Maybe what you shared was just something that existed at one point in time. Or this is all about an infatuation that you have to get out of your system. Or it is just something that you need every so often, to—recharge. To rekindle things with us. Maybe that would be a price—no, let’s call it a change, that we could make, that would be worth it. A change that would be good for us.” He hesitated. “And maybe—.” His voice broke for the first time.

  “What?”

  “Maybe, whether you are willing to admit it or not, you still are wondering, deep down inside, of whether you should still be with Marcus. This would help you make that decision, one way or another. And I’d rather lose you, knowing you’d be happy, than have it eating away at you, every day.”

  Melissa was quiet for a long time, letting Richard’s words wash over her, trying to think it through rationally, trying to hold off the destructive emotion, but still use her feelings to help her deal with this, to help her decide what to say next, what to do. For surely this wasn’t solely a logical decision, it was both logic and emotion, all rolled into one.

  “You’d do that for me? You’d let me sleep with another man, just so I’d be sure?”

  “I would.”

  Melissa believed him. Which made what she had to say so much harder. “I love you so much,” she said. “And I can’t believe what you would do for me. But I don’t deserve it. You see, I’ve done something terrible. Really terrible.”

  Chapter 17

  Now it was Richard’s turn to be surprised. “What? What did you do?”

  Melissa stood up abruptly. “Give me a minute.” She ran to the bathroom, her legs weak. In the mirror she wondered who was looking back at her. Who was this woman, usually so strong, now teary eyed, usually so sure of herself, now at a loss of what to say to the man she loved. For no matter what had happened to them, what was happening, what would happen, she knew she loved him.

  She let herself get lost in her examination of her face, putting off what she needed to do. Facing her face, but not her life. A few lines around the eyes, but not bad, considering. Her hair, still vibrant, a bit mussed from lying on the couch. Her lips. . . quivering, pulling her back to reality.

  Melissa raked her fingers through her hair, not having much effect. She splashed cold water on her face, then haphazardly dried off, knowing her makeup was smeared, not caring.

  One last glance in the mirror. The water had done nothing for her bloodshot eyes, her anguished look.

  She didn’t deserve to look good anyway.

  On the way back to the living room she grabbed the wine bottle. Richard was waiting for her expectantly. Melissa filled the glasses and handed one to him. “Maybe you’d better drink some of this.”

  Richard put the wine to his lips and took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers.

  Melissa kicked off her shoes and sat back down on the couch, pulling her feet up under her, wrapping her arms around her knees, still holding the wine. In some ways, what they had just talked about would make it easier for her to say what she had to say; Richard had opened up the whole can of worms about her sexual needs. But in other ways it was much harder, he had been truthful, he had been trying to find ways to save their marriage.

  She had been lying, at least by omission. And what she had done with Vern wasn’t for them, it wasn’t for Richard, it had been for her.

  Richard hadn’t moved. He was tense again. She could only wonder what he must be thinking.

  Melissa started to speak, but nothing came out. She tried again, but couldn’t decide on the first word.

  “Is it another man?” Richard asked, his whisper crashing against her, his tone hard to fathom.

  She turned to him, he deserved that. “Yes.” She watched his eyes widen. His shoulders sagged, a panoply of emotions running through his body and face; pain, a
nger, acceptance. But no surprise.

  He drew his shoulders up, as if ready for a blow. “Did you. . .”

  “No. I didn’t sleep with him. But I kissed him. I mean, he kissed me. And I guess I let him.” Melissa watched the shock register; Richard hadn’t seemed surprised at first, but now that she had said the words, the reality of it hit him.

  “When did this happen?” Richard’s words sounded like they came at a great expense.

  Melissa hesitated. When she spoke her voice was stiff, hollow, like she was reading a news script about a tragedy. “Not long ago. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. It’s what I was going to talk to you about tonight.”

  “Do you want to be with this man?”

  She shook her head. “No. It’s nothing like that. He’s just someone I saw, someone I thought was attractive. More than attractive, enticing. I—ran into him, and he must have sensed what I was thinking. He kissed me.” She should have reached for Richard now, she should be softening this blow, but for some reason she could not.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “It all happened so fast. I should have done something to stop it. I did, finally. But not before he—”

  Richard’s eyes narrowed. “It was that biker, wasn’t it? Vern.”

  Melissa had sworn to herself she wasn’t going to tell him who it was. But Richard’s tone, so sure, told her that he knew. She couldn’t deny it now even if she wanted to, even if she thought it was the right thing to do. “Yes. But I don’t think it matters. It might have been anyone. This need that I have, this thing that is missing, it’s something I sensed he could give me. And he knew it. He—took me.”

  “Did he hurt you?”

  Melissa heard real anger in Richard’s voice. “No, nothing like that. It was in the middle of the street.”

  “What? You kissed him in public? On the street?”

  “It’s not what you think. Or—shit, I don’t know what you think. Maybe it’s worse. You know I saw him at the pool. And you certainly know I was attracted to him. That didn’t seem to bother you. I wanted it to. Bother you, I mean. But I see that it doesn’t. I can live with that, although I think a lot of women like to see a little jealousy in their husbands, even if it isn’t rational.”

  “I didn’t know you had done something with him.”

  “I hadn’t then. That was the first time I had laid eyes on him. You asked what it was about Marcus that was different? The sex was different, but that’s not all it was. He has this—scariness—about him, this sense of danger. Not that he’d hurt me, but that there was some kind of risk lurking all the time. That something might happen. Something dangerous. That’s the vibe I got from Vern.”

  “What happened?”

  “I was out for a run. He was on his motorcycle, and he saw me and stopped. We talked for a minute. He accused me of stalking him.”

  “Were you?”

  “No.” Melissa took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”

  “That doesn’t make sense.”

  “I wasn’t stalking him specifically. But when I was out for my run, I came across his development—one of those college kids had mentioned it in passing. They implied he was the black sheep of the community. So I wasn’t looking for him, but when I saw that I was near where he lived I purposely turned into his street. I didn’t have any plan. It just happened.”

  “So he stopped you, and—,” Richard prodded.

  “I told him I wasn’t stalking him. I looked like shit, I was wearing old running clothes, sweaty. If I had wanted to run into some guy I was interested in I wouldn’t have done it like that. But Vern—he’s cocky. He thinks all the women are after him, that they want him. He called me a bored housewife, looking for some action.”

  “Well, in a way you are,” said Richard.

  “Not you too,” Melissa snapped.

  “You know what I mean,” said Richard. “He read you.”

  Melissa gave a little shake of her head. “Whatever. The truth of it is that up close, talking to him, I was disgusted with him. He’s crass. He said I didn’t have big enough tits, just like that. But—”

  “But?”

  She stopped, realizing the enormity of this confession. “I don’t want to hurt you, any more than I have already.”

  “Melissa, listen to me.” Richard leaned forward, intent. “I’ve already accepted that I can’t please you in all the ways you need. I’ve already seen and felt how you get excited thinking about other men, about this man in particular. You’ve already admitted that there is something lacking in our marriage. Do you think you kissing someone is going to hurt any more than that?”

  “Thinking about all those things, even admitting them—that’s not the same as doing them. Until that point, it’s all a discussion, all theoretical. I actually did something. I kissed him, for god’s sake.”

  “You can tell me. What is it you think he offers you? Why does he excite you? I promise, I won’t take it personally. I’ll try hard not to, anyway. It’s important for me to understand.”

  Melissa sighed. “It’s hard to put into words. It’s all that stuff, the danger, the mystery. Vern has this confidence, sexually. Like he can take whatever he wants, and he deserves it. It shouldn’t be attractive, and maybe to a lot of women it isn’t, but it—does something to me. I was like a deer in a rifle scope. I could see the bullet coming, but I couldn’t move. On one hand I wanted to hit him, but on the other, I—”

  “You what?” Richard closed in on her, hanging on every word.

  “I wanted him to take me. Right there. In the middle of the street. So help me, I don’t know what I would have done if he had thrown me over his bike. He grabbed me and kissed me. It all happened so fast.” Melissa stopped, waiting for Richard to absorb it, waiting for his reaction. Surely he’d be disgusted by this, by what happened, by her.

  This would shock him out of his crazy ideas about her sleeping with Marcus. Maybe something good would come of her confession after all.

  But when Richard spoke next he surprised her, which was disconcerting and yet oddly pleasant at the same time. He so rarely surprised her. It suddenly occurred to her that one of the reasons she had been so turned on by his fantasy was that it was so different, so unlike the Richard she thought she knew. There was something exciting about a surprise revelation, about exploring something new together. It explained Richard’s reaction that night in bed, when he had been so energized as she had shared stories of her sexual escapades in college.

  “Tell me exactly what happened.” Richard’s voice had no accusation in it at all. Rather, he seemed exceptionally interested, alive with focus.

  “I told you, he kissed me,” Melissa responded tentatively. “I pushed him away. But not soon enough.”

  “Soon enough for what? Did something else happen?” And now Richard’s tone was unmistakable. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t hurt, or if he was, his hurt was being overwhelmed by something else. Curiosity. Anticipation.

  Knowing how dangerous this path was, and that in itself helping drive her, Melissa told him the truth. “He grabbed me by the head and kissed me, hard. He forced his mouth on mine.” She turned her body to fully face her husband. “And I kissed him back. I wanted it.”

  “Even though you were in the middle of the street?”

  “I didn’t care. I looked terrible, and I didn’t have big enough tits for him, and I thought he could have anyone he wanted and he wanted me, right then. And that excited me. For that minute, I gave myself to him. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t strong enough to resist him.”

  Richard’s face shifted, the same mix of emotions she had seen at the pool, it seemed so long ago, but now Melissa understood it for what it was. Jealousy, hurt, but mixed with pride, pride that his woman was desirable to another man, a powerful man. And surprise, surprise at what Melissa had done, but also surprise at his own arousal as he pictured it.

  This part of the conversation was also not at all like what Melissa had expected. Yet another surpr
ise for her today.

  She felt herself on a precipice, with a long fall on either side, and the promise of a wonderful unseen goal ahead. She could rein in her desires, claim the whole episode with Vern was a one time lapse, and beg forgiveness. Or she could play this out, see where it led, accept Richard’s idea of exploring her needs. Not all the way, she didn’t want to even think about that, she didn’t want to allow herself to think about what that could be. But maybe she could try a little flirting, getting a kiss here and there, and then see how Richard reacted, whether things changed for them.

  Whichever way their relationship went, for good or bad, would be decided on what she did next, what she said right now.