…To Forgive Divine 4.3/5 (12)

If you’re looking for a BTB story, sorry but this one isn’t it. This is the story of a marriage put to the test. If you believe every story should end with either a husband celebrating his wife’s unfaithfulness or killing the miscreant please skip this missive. It is not intended for you.

For those who enjoy a mesmerizing tale of love, betrayal, and redemption I bade thee, read on.

Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which was told to me the man and woman who lived it. The story is not mine, I merely set pen to paper and added structure and punctuation to words that were torn from their souls. I am the omnipotent narrator, not the judge of morality. Bob and Annie swear their story is true. I’ll leave that to the reader to decide. All names and places have been changed.


Bob awoke at 4 AM and lay there staring at a shaft of light that had eluded the drawn curtains. The only sound was his wife’s rhythmic breathing. His meeting wasn’t until that evening but he was too excited to sleep. This was the deal that would be his ticket into the big leagues.

Bob’s mind was racing a mile a minute as he rehearsed my presentation. He knew every word, every number by heart. This was going to be the best day ever.

Bob put on a brand new suit and looked as good as he felt. His wife, Annie, made him his favorite breakfast and he was raring to go. He asked her one last time to come with him but she begged off saying they would celebrate tomorrow night. Bob couldn’t blame her since he had to make half a dozen customer calls before the big meeting; Highland Enterprises expected a full ten hours out of every working day.

Bob packed a dozen boxes of sales brochures in the back seat of his car and set off for downtown Chicago. His customer calls went smooth and he was soon heading towards the meeting.

Bob parked in a self park garage across the street from the hotel. With the downturn in the economy expense reports were being scrutinized; that meant no valet parking. He checked his watch . It was sixty minutes until show time.

The time for the meeting was chosen to accommodate the west coast contingency. They would begin with cocktails and hors d’oeuvres followed by Bob’s presentation. He had a very slick power point ready…all of his per unit numbers worked and they had the best product on the market. A formal dinner would follow.

Bob almost lost it when he opened the trunk to get his briefcase and laptop; it was empty. He started to tear his car apart before he realized he had been so nervous that morning he forgot to bring them. He was certain he left them on the kitchen table.

It was a little over an hour each way from the hotel to Bob’s house at rush hour. He thanked his lucky stars his wife was at home and could meet him half way so he would be back in time for his presentation. He might even make dessert.

Bob laughed when he thought about how disappointed he was when Annie turned down his invitation to spend the night in a downtown boutique hotel. He thought, ‘I don’t know what I would have done if she hadn’t begged off’ and smiled when he recounted the conversation.

“You’ll be too busy tonight to even know I’m there. I’m looking forward to ordering a pizza, throwing on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, and catching up with the Good Wife. Oh, and a bottle of merlot will be keeping me company. I promise you, we’ll celebrate all weekend.”

Annie’s phone went to voice mail after a dozen rings. So he called again. And again. Finally on the fourth try she picked up, “You’ve only been gone a few hours so you can’t miss me already,” she joked.

“Annie, thank God you answered. Are you still at home?”

“Of course I am. Where else would I be?”

“You’re a lifesaver. I really screwed up and forgot my briefcase and laptop on the kitchen table. I only have an hour before my presentation so I need you grab them and start driving towards downtown. I’ll call you along the way so we can rendezvous in about thirty minutes. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Her response knocked the wind out of him. “I can’t do that. You know I hate driving the expressway at rush hour…and then I’ll have to drive home in the dark.”

“Annie, please, if there was any other way I would do it.” He begged.

“But I’m not dressed and I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine.” She sounded very annoyed.

“What’s all that noise in the background? I can barely hear you?”

“That’s the TV.”

“Could you please turn it down.”

The volume never changed.

“Annie, this is the deal that will buy us the house you’ve been dreaming about. I need you.”

“Oh shit, make me feel all guilty. I’m in the kitchen but I don’t see them. Are you sure you left them here?”

“They’ve got to be there…please check our bedroom. Hell, check the garbage to see if I did something really stupid.”

“Fine. I’ll go look in the dumpster.”

“Thanks honey, I don’t know what I would do without you. I’ll call you back in ten minutes.”

The moment she hung up her paramour said, “You’re not really going to ruin our evening, are you?”

“I won’t be long. Go watch your basketball game like you told your wife.” She grabbed her coat then kissed him on the cheek. He tried for more but she pushed him back into his chair. “Later lover boy.” She was very annoyed her fantasy evening wasn’t going as planned.

Bob called Mr. Radtke, the president of the company, and told him he was delayed but would get there as soon as he could. “You know how much we have riding on this contract,” he was reminded for the hundredth time.

As Annie walked through the hotel lobby she was suddenly struck with the realization that it took her almost half an hour to get downtown. And that was early in the afternoon before traffic got heavy. It was rush hour-it was going to take at least twice as long to get home. And she still would have to double back to hand off the briefcase and laptop.

Annie tried to think. If she didn’t meet Bob half way he would probably keep on driving until he got to their apartment. She tried to remain calm but a sick feeling was beginning to form in her stomach. If he got home before her he would find everything sitting on the kitchen table, exactly where he left them.

She began to panic as she tore through her purse for the valet ticket. Annie knew there was no way she could explain why she lied about being home or how she was dressed. She was getting sicker by the minute thinking about how she was risking her marriage and hurting her husband’s career. Tonight wasn’t supposed to go like this.

It seemed to take forever for the kid to bring her car around. She looked at the clock and cursed under her breath as she laid rubber down Michigan Avenue.

Annie ignored Bob’s calls and concentrated on driving like a woman possessed. Every few minutes he rang again. She couldn’t answer because she would have to tell him where she was…that would be disastrous. All her carefully plotted lies would crumble.

She rocketed down the entrance ramp only to have to slam on the brakes as the expressway was a sea of brake lights. Annie merged and began to weave through traffic; anything to gain a few precious feet. Her mind returned to that afternoon when she sat at the dining room table eating lunch next to that damn briefcase and computer.

If only she had thought to call him…she would have been the big hero and saved the day. But no, she was too preoccupied with getting ready for her big date. She pounded on the steering wheel, “Damn! Damn! Damn!”

About a mile west of downtown traffic opened up and she pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

And the phone kept ringing. Annie had an idea which might buy her the time she needed. She answered the next time it rang. “Bob, I’ve torn the place apart and think I know where you left your things. You said you were making customer calls. Have you tried retracing your steps to see if you accidentally left them there?”

1 Comment

  • Agent of chaos

    Reply Reply February 1, 2019

    This isn’t really a cuckold story. More of a touching story of betrayal and forgiveness. Doesn’t really belong here, but we’ll written none the less.

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