TITLE    : Blues & Twos
STORYID  : blues-and-twos
SUMMARY  : A wife wants time to realise her feelings, husband responds.
AUTHOR   : AnAverageGuy61@lit
DATE     : 2023-03-30
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |wife|cheating|lesbian|bisexual|feelings|


<strong><u>Blues and Twos</u></strong>

<em>This is not a BTB or RAAC type of story, it's just something I imagined happening. Some of the legal processes may be incorrect, but as i said it is just a story, a work of fiction. For the nit pickers, it's written by an Englishman in UK English.</em>

I had just completed my basic paramedic training when I met my wife Wendy. After a string of dates Wendy accepted my proposal of marriage. Two kids and sixteen years later I was still happily married, that was until Wendy said we needed to talk. No man likes to hear those dreaded words, sadly I knew exactly what was coming my way.

A few days ago I was returning to base after leaving a patient in the local hospital accident and emergency. It was a warm day, I just happened to look across to the large pub garden. That was when I saw my wife lean in and kiss the woman next to her. Even from that distance I could see the look of love in her eyes. Thankfully we got a shout and I roared off with the blues and twos going. I had to put what I had seen to the back of my mind, right now I needed to concentrate. By now I was an Advanced Paramedic. My partner Eddie and I were called to the scene of a serious RTC (Road Traffic Collision). Some guy who was as drunk as a sack had rammed a car driven by an elderly female.

The situation took my mind off what I had seen earlier at the pub. Eddie and I worked like demons to keep the woman alive, by the time the air ambulance took her to hospital we were fairly sure she would survive. When I got home that night I was shattered and definitely not in the mood to discuss what I had seen Wendy and this other woman doing earlier.

I sat down when Wendy said we needed to talk, she seemed reluctant to talk at first.

"I'm sorry Ken, there is no easy way to say this."

"Let me guess. You have met someone else and I am no longer required?"

"No, not at all. Well there is someone else, her name is Sammie. I'm sorry I am trying to make sense of this myself."

"So you need to divorce me and get on with Sammie?" I asked very sarcastically.

"No, I don't want a divorce. If you love me will you let me have some time to sort things out? Right now I am unsure of my feelings."

"Sorry but NO. You see I saw you and rug muncher Sammie earlier today."

"Please Ken, don't resort to calling her names."

I have never been a homophobic person, I prefer to live and let live. People's gender or sexual orientation has never bothered me. As this bitch was coming between me and my wife I was not going to be polite.

"I saw you and that dyke in the pub garden. Even from where I was I could see the look in your eyes, it was a look I used to get from you. You love her. You may love me, but you are not in love with me, that is plainly obvious. If you think for one minute I am going to hang around while you decide if you want me or that bitch, you are very much mistaken."

"Please Ken. Please give me time?"

"No chance Wendy. I'll find somewhere to live and move out. Then you and your rug munching friend will be free to get on with it. One thing I will state right now is I do not want the kids exposed to her." Wendy sat there crying, I ignored her and went to bed as I was on early start the next day.

When I arrived at work my supervisor said there was someone waiting to see me. The guy introduced himself as the son of the woman we attended to at the RTC. He wanted to thank me for saving his mother's life. We shook hands as we talked.

Despite my assurance that we were only doing what we have been trained to do, he was extremely grateful all the same. I was two days into a four on/four off shift. I had made up my mind to wait until my days off before looking for somewhere to live. Things were frosty between Wendy and myself, mostly because I wasn't prepared to give her the time she needed. She tried talking to me and begging for time to sort her feelings out, she got the same answer each time.

One my first day off I looked at several apartments online, I called and made an appointment to see two of them the following day. As Wendy was at work I had time to sort out the financial side of things. Knowing it would be a 50/50 split I moved half of our money into an account in my name only. That night Wendy tried to instigate sex. I turned her down stating I thought she had gone off cock. I lay in bed listening to Wendy quietly crying. She made her bed, so she could lie in it as far as I was concerned.

The first apartment I viewed was a dump, I wouldn't have let animals stay in it. The second property was much better looking and would suit my needs. The landlord met me at the property, it turned out to be the guy who came to the station the other day to thank me. We agreed on a monthly rent, it was way below what he would normally charge, I got a discount for saving his mother. I told the kids what was going on and why I was leaving. Craig was pissed off at Wendy, he said he wouldn't speak to Sammie. Laura was upset that I was moving out, I assured them both I would still be around whenever they needed me.

I decided to move out after my next four days at work. Wendy had no idea what I had planned. I moved out and left Wendy divorce papers on the table. That evening my phone blew up with constant calls, finally I answered it. Wendy wasn't happy and let me know. She pleaded with me to stop the divorce and return home. I agreed with a few conditions. Dump her dyke lover, change her job, and agree to never see Sammie again. If she agreed, we could go to counselling and see if we could sort things out.

Wendy made it clear she wasn't going to give Sammie up, even as a friend. I hung up and refused to answer her calls after that. My solicitor told me Wendy wanted a meeting before she agreed to sign the divorce papers. I only agreed as I wanted the whole thing over and done with.

"Before we start I want to state that I am not prepared to give you time to sort yourself out. If you want me back, you know my terms." I looked at Wendy as her eyes started to tear up.

"Ken, please stop this and give me some time."

"No. I told you, I will not be your fallback option."

My solicitor took over. "My client has made ample provisions in the settlement. The savings have been split equally, as Mrs Holgate is employed there will be no spousal support. Child support will be paid as per the legal guidelines. My client has agreed to continue paying half the mortgage on the family residence, although this comes with a condition."

Wendy's solicitor stood up. "We agree so far. What is the condition for your client to continue paying the mortgage?"

"Firstly my client wants it known that when the children have left home, the house is to be sold with any equity equally split. The condition for my client to keep up the payment is that Ms Samantha Royce does not reside in the property."

"What? Wendy yelled. "He can't do that."

"I can, and I have." I stood up and stared at Wendy. "There is no way I am paying to put a roof over that bitch's head. If she moves in I stop paying the mortgage. Chase me for the money and I will disappear completely. Your choice Wendy, take it or leave it."

Wendy reluctantly accepted and signed the divorce papers, I refused to budge on anything she suggested, particularly me giving her time to find herself.

Knowing that my son hated Sammie made it easier for me, I knew if Sammie moved in he would let me know. From what I could work out Sammie was a frequent visitor but only stayed over on rare occasions. Laura told me, as soon as she left home Wendy intended to sell the house. As much as I missed being at home with the kids, I soon adjusted to life on my own.

When Craig finished school he joined the Royal Navy. I knew It was to get out of the house, as well as learn a trade. Two years later Laura moved out to share a flat with her boyfriend. The house was sold, with the equity split evenly. Both Wendy and I ended up with £60.000 each. With no child support I was able to manage without struggling financially.

I bought my own house, a small place close to work. I don't know what Wendy did as I didn't keep tabs on her. If we ever met through our kids I was polite to her. Despite trying to start a conversation with me on many occasions,Sammie never got a word out of me. I had dated a few women and had short relationships, nothing ever got too serious.

The real test came a few years later when Laura got married. I liked her future husband, Josh, he was a mechanic for the ambulance service. We sat there one evening sorting out the table seating plan, I agreed to sit with Wendy and not cause any trouble. The dyke would be on the same table as Wendy's brother and his family. I was as proud as punch when I walked Laura down the aisle on the day. At the reception I spoke with Wendy, my anger at her had dissipated over the years, however my hatred for Sammie was still as fresh as ever.

I did the customary father daughter dance with Laura, as expected. Later in the evening I danced with Wendy, we danced close but not as close as we had when we were married.

We danced to a slow number, knowing Sammie was watching I decided to piss her off. I put my hand on Wendy's arse and gave it a gentle squeeze, Wendy giggled and moved my hand away. Sammie stared at me with a look that would curdle milk. She was a full blown lesbian, I know it bothered her that Wendy was bisexual. I got the feeling she was a jealous person, the apparently heated discussion at their table after the dance confirmed that.

We went through the same thing a few years later when Craig got married, by now he had left the navy for civilian life. I danced with Wendy, this time I kept my hands to myself. Later that evening Sammie asked me to dance with her, I refused.

"You have got to be kidding me, after what you have done. I hate you with every fibre of my body!" I walked away leaving her standing in silence. It didn't help matters when I danced with Wendy again later that night.

Months later I was at work when we got a shout. A multi vehicle accident several miles away. It was carnage when we arrived on scene, two trucks and three cars were involved.

I recognised one of the cars as Wendy's, it had been hit and rolled several times before coming to rest against a tree. Eddie and I took that while the others dealt with the rest.

Wendy's car was upside down and badly damaged, a quick look inside told me it was Sammie at the wheel. I had to put my hatred for her aside and be a consummate professional. Between us and the fire brigade we got Sammie out of the car. I knew her injuries were serious, the doctor on scene had a grim look on his face. I spoke to him a few minutes after Sammie was extracted.

"What are her chances Doc?"

"Not good. She has a suspected spinal fracture and some internal injuries. We can deal with the internal injuries but her spine, not so. In my opinion she will be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life."

I wasn't sure how I felt about Sammie's injuries. In the end I realised it didn't matter to me.

The doctor's diagnosis proved right, Sammie was confined to a wheelchair for life. I know it was sick but it made me smile knowing she had limited use of her arms and couldn't feel anything from the chest down. Wendy could munch her muffin and Sammie wouldn't feel a thing, oh yeah that made me smile.

Two years after the accident I was in an on/off relationship with a woman from work, again I knew it wasn't serious despite us having sex on a regular basis. Home alone one evening, I had sat and watched television until I felt tired. I switched off the television and started going to bed, the ring of the doorbell made me jump. I opened the door to find Wendy standing there crying her eyes out, I ushered her inside wondering if the cause was one of the kids.

"Ken, it's Sammie. She's dead!"

"How?" I asked, knowing her injuries were healed.

"She took an overdose. She died earlier today."

As much as I hated Sammie, I didn't rejoice or feel any sorrow at her death. It took a while for Wendy to calm down. She explained that Sammie had become depressed since the accident, being confined to a wheelchair didn't help matters. It got late when we finished talking, I put Wendy to bed in my spare room to save her being at home on her own.

Laura talked me into attending the funeral. At first I said no, then I agreed purely to support Wendy.

The funeral was two months ago, since that day Wendy and I have spent a fair bit of time together. No we didn't have sex, I was there as a friend and someone to talk to. One evening we did discuss their relationship, what Wendy told me really surprised me.

"Sammie was a very jealous person, Ken. That night we danced and you squeezed my backside. She wasn't happy, she told me not to let it happen again."

"I did it for a joke. Why did she get so upset?"

"She always worried that I would leave her for someone else. She didn't want a man, it worried her that I might meet a man I liked."

"You gave up a man for her. Surely that must have meant something?"

"Not in her eyes. I didn't help that when she asked me how I felt about you. I told her I still loved you!"

"You what? After what we went through, you still love me?"

"Always did. Always will."

"Then why did you get involved with Sammie?"

"To satisfy a curiosity I guess, I had feelings for her, not as strong as the feelings I had for you. That was why I didn't want the divorce. I knew I still loved you, Sammie knew it as well."

"But you agreed to the divorce and ended up in a civil partnership with her for god sake."

"I know Ken. You made it clear that you wouldn't share me, I couldn't make my mind up at the time so I agreed to the divorce." I shook my head as I was about as confused as I had ever been.

"Despite that, it took me a while to settle down with Sammie. I guess not having her move in after you left played a part in it. The more I think of it, the more I realise I stayed with her to avoid being on my own. Don't get me wrong, I did love her, I just loved you more."

"Part of me thought that you added the clause to the divorce to keep me apart from her, I wondered if you did it because you were coming back to me. Silly I know but that's how I felt at the time. I never thought you would go through with the divorce."

I needed a drink. Not having any beer indoors I took Wendy to the local pub. We continued the conversation over a drink, but at the end of the evening I was still confused.

Dinner with my daughter a few nights later made things clearer, sort of.

"Dad, you know Mum wants you back. She never wanted you to go in the first place. After you left she told uncle Tom that she had made a mistake. Despite still seeing Sammie, their relationship was never the same. Even when they moved in together the spark wasn't there like it was in the beginning, Mum knew it and so did Sammie. To be honest I am surprised they lasted as long as they did. Craig didn't help much either, he refused to accept Sammie."

I knew I needed to sort my life out. I wasn't dating and didn't see any prospects on the horizon. I took the plunge and asked Wendy out to dinner one night. Knowing what I now knew I laid my cards on the table. I told Wendy we could try and see if we could live as a couple if she was open to trying again, Wendy practically screamed yes before jumping at me for a hug.

There were some conditions to us trying to be a couple again. The first was any repeat of the Sammie incident we were done, no second chances. To make it easier in case things didn't work out we kept separate bank accounts.

Wendy sold the house she had lived in with Sammie, I said I couldn't ever live there. Just after Wendy moved in with me the ambulance service announced they were looking for instructors. Eddie and I applied as we had both had enough of shift work. Working 9-5 made it easier for us to reconnect, our first night in bed we spent most of the time talking.

One thing I knew Wendy would do was occasionally visit Sammie's grave, I was okay with it so long as she didn't expect me to go along with her.

We are still living together as man and wife, we have no plans to get married again. Eddie was pleased we had finally sat and talked things through, he said that we should never have split up. He did admit that we were both to blame, but Wendy shouldered more of the blame as she refused to stop seeing Sammie, while she decided what she wanted.

We are about to become grandparents for the first time, neither my kids nor I ever talk about what happened. Wendy never mentions Sammie anymore, she has even hidden the picture of them taken on the day they entered their civil partnership.

