A Husband's Evolution
an excerpt

Johann Gottfried Von Herder: Inspirational Quotes
Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant, there is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks

A Husband's Nightmare - continued.

“Hey, honey I'm home,” Frank said as he tossed keys on to the table near the base of the stairs. That's strange, he thought to himself. She's usually home by now. Out of nervous habit he checked his watch, 6:45 the trusty Timex told him. Yup, definitely should be home by now. Walking in to the kitchen he found his wife. Sitting silently in a chair, with back towards the door way, Amanda waited.

Losing the battle Frank decided he needed to change tactics, he had to lay it all on the table or she was as good as gone. His life would be over. “Mandy, you're right. I was wrong to try and suggest you are at fault in this. I'm the one that did the deed. You can go and do it too, if you want....I won't get mad.”

“You're such a dumb ass, Frank. Do you really think that you'd be ok if I went and screwed the next guy I met, or how about someone from work. There's that new guy in accounting, Brian. He's got a tight ass.”

Frank argued with himself for a moment, deciding. “Yes, it'd be ok...I mean, if that's what you wanted.”

“So you would be ok if I called Brian up right now and told him I wanted his hard cock inside of me, and then went and had hot, writhing wild sex with him?” Amanda replied, her hands roaming up and down her slender frame sensuously.

Frank had no comment, but his face said it all. “Yeah, that's what I thought. No, Frank, I don't want to have sex with someone else. I made a vow when we got married, you remember, I will love and honor you from now until forever, I will never stray.”

“But, we also swore that we'd love each other in the good and the bad. This is the bad. I screwed up, Mand'. I know I did and I am sorry.” Frank pleaded.

Despite herself her face softened as she remembered their wedding. Seeing the change in her posture Frank made his move, dropping to a knee he took Amanda's hand in his and gazed deeply in her eyes; “Amanda, please forgive me. Not now, but someday. Forgive me for wronging you. Let me prove that I made only a mistake. Give me the chance to atone for it. Please.”

Amanda opened her mouth only to have nothing come out. Her emotions were in flux. She loved him still. She knew he loved her, but could he ever be trusted again? Sighing she shook her head and walked softly from the room. Frank remained on his knee for a few moments, watching her leave. He sighed himself before grabbing the broom and moving to clean up the mess their fight had left. He was sweeping up the broken glass when he noticed the crowd that had gathered outside of the kitchen window. So often he forgot that their driveway shared space with a restaurant. Cursing silently to himself he went outside to move the gawkers off from his property. A few were regulars that he was on good terms with. He explained that it was just a fight and that everything was ok now.

After explaining himself and the unusual verbal episode between him and his wife to the neighbors and regulars he heads back inside to find that his wife is not downstairs. Securing the floor heads up to the bedroom. The oak door is left cracked, and he hears a soft whimpering coming from within. Tiptoeing softly he edges towards the door. A thin beam of golden light leaks on to the darkened floor. Amanda is sitting on the edge of the bed, her head held in her hands, shoulders heaving in jerking motions. It's obvious to Frank that she's crying. He thought that he had felt bad before, but it pales in comparison to the emotions that rip through him watching his wife cry, knowing that it was all his fault.

Silently he slips in to the bedroom. “Baby, I'm sorry,” he whispers as he slides his arms around her shoulder. She looks up at him, eyes bloodshot and reddened. Slugging him in the arm, hard, she throws her head into his chest and cries in earnest. At a loss for words he holds her, simply holds her.
They both sat there a long time, her crying and him just holding her, neither saying a word. The silence was deafening in their minds however. After a long while she lifts her head from his shoulder and looks at him, searching his features. This was the man that she swore to love and honor for the rest of her days. In that moment as she looked deep into his hazel eyes she made the decision, she wasn't going to run from him. He was hers, she earned happiness and she was going to be damned if she was going to let anyone screw that up, even if it was him.

She kissed him with a hunger neither had seen since their beginnings. She attacked him with passion. Soon clothes were coming off, being flung across the room. It didn't take long for him to respond to her hunger. They fell back on to the bed and had the most passionate sex of their lives. Each movement, each touch bringing about deeper and stronger feelings within them. The hours flew by without any acknowledgment. Their screams of passion were heard throughout the neighborhood.

They collapsed in each other's arms, sweaty, naked and exhausted. Both had grins that spread from ear to ear and slept as soundly as either had in years. The alarm erupted into noise promptly at 3:30 the next morning, shaking them from their blissful embrace. Amanda had to untangle herself from Frank's legs, trying not to wake him. Turning off the faithful alarm clock she stood there a moment watching him sleep before setting about dressing for work.

Amanda set about the rest of her morning, quickly falling into her usual routine of dressing, letting the dogs out and grabbing a bite to eat before heading to work. As the clock ticked ever closer to when she needed to leave she found herself in the bedroom watching Frank sleep, wondering what he was dreaming about. She was still upset about the revelations of the previous day, but she couldn't help but feel a swelling in her chest as she watched him lie there peacefully. She bent over to give him a kiss. Her lips touching his shot his eyes open in a panic. As quickly as the panic spread into his brain it was gone and replaced with a smile. “I'll email you later, ok?” He nodded as he fell back asleep. Casting him one last longing glance Amanda left the house and headed toward work.

Not for the first time she counted herself lucky to live so close to work and cursing that she had to be there so early. She quickly rubbed her hands together in an attempt to chase a sudden chill from them, before thrusting them into her pockets and begin her trek to work. She hated the thought of having to walk in the dark alone, but couldn't bring herself to make Frank come with her. He worked some long hours as it was. Maybe someday soon they could afford to pick up a second car, she thought to herself.

Passing the house at the end of the block Amanda turned her head around as a set of headlights cast pale beams of light in her direction. Odd, she thought, there usually isn't anyone awake at this time of the morning. She was half way through the next block when the car caught up with her. Her heart jumped a bit as the vehicle slowed down to match her leisurely pace. Taking a deep breath she risked a look at the vehicle that was now rolling in time with her. She quickly snapped her head back and continued walking, a bit faster. “Hey, hey you!” came a dark, gruff, but not entirely unfriendly voice. For the second time in the last few minutes her heart lurched up into her throat.

“Yeah?” she replied, tentatively, walking just a hair faster than before.

“Hi. Did you need a ride?”