My Confession And Consequences

My husband and I had been married nearly 5 years when it all came crashing down. During a work trip to Atlanta I had too much to drink one night and somehow ended up in bed with my boss. He was also married but was always known as a player who loved fucking married women who worked for him. It just must have been my turn in the barrel when he came on to me that night. I honestly didn't even remember what actually happened and if I hadn't woken up in bed with him beside ma I probably would have never remembered any of it. I avoided him for the rest of the trip not even leaving my room for dinner. Instead, I had room service and cried about what I did. How would my wonderful husband ever forgive me. I slept with another man while being married to the best husband and man I've ever known. I was in a real quandary over what to do when I got home. Would I confess my stupidity and beg Thomas's forgiveness. There were other people from our office there that night and I knew that at least a few of them saw me leaving with him. Or, was I just going to keep quiet and not ever say anything to Thomas about this 1 time drunken slip. Either way I knew there were downsides but I had to make a decision and make it soon. Boarding the plane for home I sat away from all of my coworkers.

When we landed I hurried through baggage claim and headed out to long term parking for my car. I still haven't made up my mind yet on which way I'd go and I didn't want to have to think about it while driving. I knew that on Monday morning I'd quit my job and make up some reasonable excuse for doing so. We had been talking about starting a family and I thought that Thomas could buy that. Still. what about that asshole I slept with while I was away this past week? On the way up our street I decided not to say anything to my husband about that one drunken time slip, never to happen again because I'd never drink alcohol again without my husband being present. I thought that I had a good plan so now all I had to do was act naturally and pull it off.

Thomas met me inside and acted as if nothing was wrong, so far so good, I thought. I did notice that he didn't come out to my car to carry my suitcase like he always did, and that he didn't give me a kiss hello either. Now, I was already feeling guilty so any bit of out of the normal reactions on his part were worrisome. My mouth was dry and I could feel myself sweating. My hands were also shaking as I carried my bags into our bedroom. Once I put them down I saw something up on the mirror over out bug dresser. It was a picture and his wedding ring taped up together hanging there for me to see immediately. I looked at the picture more carefully and saw that it was of me sitting on my bosses lap French kissing him in the bar and his hands all over my tits. I knew it was over for my marriage. I ran downstairs to see and talk to him but he was gone. On the chair where he was sitting was a large manilla envelope and inside were more pictures like the one taped to our mirror as well as divorce papers alleging the reason for the divorce was infidelity. I couldn't breath very well and my eyes were blurry from the volume of tears I was sheading. Thomas knew all about what happened with that asshole and now I was paying for it by him divorcing me.

That next Monday the word was out that my boss had been beaten up very badly over the weekend and he was still in a coma. I knew many of my coworkers who were there with us last week have already known about the asshole and I sleeping together. They also knew that Thomas was a real guy rat, musclebound, yet quick as lightning too. He was also once a Golden Glove Boxer who competed at a very high level and even made the Olympic Team twice. They also knew that he was a very jealous man who'd never stand for any man coming onto his wife. All of that made him the likely candidate to have put the asshole into the ICU and still be in a coma. The police talked with me ion 3 separate occasions. I never denied what we did that one night while we were away but I also said that Thomas would never beat anyone like that, he'd just kill him and end it right there. I think the detectives believed me because they stopped coming back. Thomas was also questioned but his high priced lawyers wouldn't allow him to speak to the police so they just gave up. Thomas kept refusing to see or talk to me and I heard that he was already dating a few very beautiful women. Now I knew exactly how he felt when I cheated.

It took nearly 2 full months until he finally agreed to meet with me and talk. It was to be for just 1 hour so Id better have my shit together because I knew there wouldn't be another chance. The therapist I've been working with has given me a pretty good outline to go about saying what I wanted to say. Throwing myself at his feet and begging for forgiveness wouldn't work on him. Thomas saw things in black and white, no gray areas at all, especially when it came to adultery. I knew all of this before I ever went on that trip and I knew if I wasn't so drunk that I never would have done what I did. I had to get Thomas to see that too. I think the fact that I quit my job that next Monday, charged the asshole with sexual harassment and also filed suit against the company for turning their heads and allowing the predator to prey on women who worked for him was a good start. Plus, I never lied to him, He left before giving me a chance to talk to him and maybe let me try to explain what happened and why. Even now, I wasn't sure that I would have confessed.

When he showed up at that coffee shop that afternoon he was standoffish and very reserved. He let it be known that he was meeting with me for 1 hour because his attorney said he should, If nothing else but to show the judge that he did it without being ordered to do so by the court. I thanked him for coming and for allowing me to properly apologize to him for my behavior while away on business. I knew that his lawyer had gotten sworn statements from everyone there that week as well as the workers in the bar all week and anyone else he felt it necessary to get. I told Thomas the straight unvarnished truth as I remembered it. I said that even though he'd gotten me drunk I should have never put myself in a position like that where something could happen. I said it wasn't smart, safe and it was no way for a married woman to ever act. I apologized again and kept on talking. I told him about my actions since I returned, the lawsuits I filed, the fact that I took copies of all the pictures he left for me to the assholes wife and she was cleaning him out in their divorce. Then I asked if he could ever forgive me for ever being this stupid and for putting myself in harms way where something like this could have ever happened.

I waited for his answer but none ever came. I asked for his forgiveness again and he said that someday he might be able to forgive me but he'd never forget what I did to him, drunk or sober. He said that I crossed a line that's never to be crossed in a marriage and that he'd never forget it. Then he said that he wanted to make sure that I'd never forget it either, that whenever I found a new man to love that I'd think back on what drove him away and that I wouldn't make the same mistakes again. I started crying harder now and said that I'd never fall in love again. I said that I loved him too much to ever let another man to get close to me again and that if he ever changed his mind and wanted to talk, she'd be waiting. Then I saw him smile before he said that he heard that the asshole who fucked me was in a serious world of hurt, still in the ICU and comatose. Then he said his prognosis didn't look good for the asshole. He said he'd probably never recover from where he was right now.

Before getting up to leave he took my hand and said he always loved me but he just couldn't forget what I'd done to him or to us. He told me he didn't hate me and he did still love me but he'd never be able to forget seeing me with another man while we were still married. I asked him if he believed that I could have been raped and that because I was that drunk that I also could have been drugged? He asked me if that's what happened or was I clinging to straws? I said that night I was so out of it that I couldn't remember a thing that happened and if I hadn't awaken with that asshole beside me I never would have believed that I had sex that night. I said I swore on the souls of our unborn children. At that exact moment Thomas began crying right along with me. I knew I got to him, at least a little bit anyway. He really was the love of my life and without him in it I didn't want to go on. I thought I saw something similar in his eyes right then, at least I hoped so. Before he had time to thing I got up and ran over to his side of the table crying and pleading for him to come back to me, please. He didn't say no, he just said he'd have to think on it!