Housewife In Heat

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Housewife In Heat
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The painter Sasaki continued to have an affair with his friend’s wife Sachiko. Eventually, when Sachiko has a physical relationship with Sachiko’s sister, Sachiko becomes pregnant. Moreover, at the same time, Sachiko’s husband reveals an affair … (google translated)
The painter Sasaki continued to have an affair with his friend’s wife Sachiko. Eventually, when Sachiko has a physical relationship with Sachiko’s sister, Sachiko becomes pregnant. Moreover, at the same time, Sachiko’s husband reveals an affair … (google translated)


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Jerry wanted a divorce. He broke the news to me in his usual quiet way.
“We don’t have anything in common,” he stated.
My head was spinning with so many emotions: terror that I’d be out on the street or living in my car, hurt because I still loved him and I wanted our marriage to work, and wonder because I couldn’t understand why, after ten years of marriage, I’d had no idea this was coming. I began to cry.
“Don’t do that,” he said. “It’s no one’s fault. We’ve drifted apart. It’s no big deal.”
It might not have been a big deal to him, but it was a huge deal to me. Those few words would forever change our lives and that of our daughter, Heidi.
I waited for Jerry to move out of our house, but he never mentioned moving, nor did he suggest that I leave. He had moved into the guestroom, but when I broached the subject of one of us leaving our home, he merely shrugged and said, “All in good time.”
I wasn’t sure what to think, and as the months passed, we fell into an amicable friendship. Heidi was doing well in school, and I hoped that my husband was just going through a phase and that eventually he’d see that we were meant to be together.
During the second month of our strange living arrangement, I embarked on an extensive self-improvement program. Each week, I went to the library and checked out a stack of self-help books. I read everything from why I loved Jerry too much to the book about which planet he came from and why women don’t understand men.
I read diet books and exercise books and cookbooks. I trimmed the fat from my diet and worked out regularly. I even began attending a group for women like me who were having marital problems.
Jerry noticed. Oh, how he noticed. I was passing him in the hallway one evening, and all of a sudden, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall.
“You’re lovely, Cora.” He kissed me slowly and deeply. “You’re more beautiful than the day we married.” He kissed me again.
I could feel his warm fingers on my breasts. I thought perhaps he’d come to his senses and finally realize what a rash and ridiculous idea a divorce was.
Just as suddenly as he’d reached for me, he pulled away and stammered, “I, uh, have to be somewhere.” He hurried out of the house so fast, I didn’t even have a chance to ask him where he was going.
Jerry avoided me for the next few days. I watched him come and go, and I wondered why he was being so mysterious. He still didn’t move out of the house, so I continued to hope that we could possibly save our marriage.
I was at the library, checking out another stack of self-help books, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“I’m Drew Chandler,” my next-door neighbor said. “I was wondering if you had a little time to talk.”
“Sure.” I shoved my books into my bag. “What’s on your mind?”
“Let me buy you a cup of coffee.” He steered me toward the coffee bar across the street.
Drew wasn’t the handsomest man I’ve ever met, but I’d always liked him because he seemed very attentive the few times I’d spoken to him. I wondered if that was what his wife, Linda, found so appealing about him. With just his eyes, Drew could make a woman feel as if she was the only woman in the world.
Once we were settled at one of the cute little bistro tables, Drew seemed more interested in stirring his coffee than talking. I finally broke the ice by commenting that he seemed depressed.
“I was wondering what you planned to do about Linda and Jerry,” he finally blurted out.
I felt as if someone had punched me right in the stomach. Linda, of all people!
I caught my breath and asked slowly, “What do you think we should do?”
“They want to get married,” he sighed. “At least that’s her plan.” He wiped at his eyes, and I wondered if he was crying.
All the little shreds of information I’d collected for the past few months suddenly made sense. While I’d been thinking that Jerry was reluctant to leave the house because he didn’t really want a divorce, he was actually staying there because it provided easy access to Linda. He wasn’t just a lying cheat, he was cheap as well, not willing to spend the gas money to visit his girlfriend.
“I don’t see how we can stop them,” I said with more confidence than I felt. “I’ve been reading a lot of books about this type of thing, and if they are determined, there’s nothing we can do to stop them.”
Drew began to cry in earnest now, dabbing at his eyes and blowing his nose loudly in a napkin.
“I don’t know how she can do this to me!” he cried. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and I’m barely making it to work.”
“I know how you feel,” I told him. “I’ve been a wreck myself.”
“You seem pretty pulled together.” He sniffled.
“Oh.” I blushed. “I decided that, rather than feel sorry for myself, I’d get myself into good shape, mentally and physically.”
“You do look good, Cora. Jerry is a damn fool for letting you slip away.”
I smiled. “He doesn’t see it that way.” I sounded stronger than I felt. “He doesn’t want to acknowledge that he ever loved me. He just wants to move on.”
Drew reached across the table and patted my hand. He had nice hands, and his touch was warm and comforting.
“Cora, you have so much more insight than I do. I guess I’ve just been so caught up in the pain of this whole thing.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “I’m hurt and angry, but what can we do? These are two adults we’re talking about, and if we really love them, we have to allow them their freedom.”
“I’m trying. I’m envious of your ability to see things so clearly.”
I found myself recommending a whole list of books. Drew finally got up and said he was going back to the library.
“I need to do something,” he declared. “Otherwise, I’ll be completely crazy and do something rash.”
“No you won’t,” I assured him, giving him a quick hug. “You’re stronger than you think.”
I went home and spent the rest of the afternoon crying. How could Jerry have been so deceitful? How could Linda, who claimed to be my friend, become involved with my husband? I wanted to kill them both.
Then I’d think about Jerry lying in a coffin, and I’d begin to cry again. I didn’t want him dead, but I didn’t want him to be able to hurt me anymore, either. I was stuck in that awful place between love and hate, and I wasn’t sure which emotion would win.
When Heidi came home from school, I managed to pull myself together. “How would you like to go out to dinner?” I asked her.
“Sure! Are we going to get hamburgers?” she asked.
“If you want.” I smiled. “Let’s go to a nice restaurant though, not a fast-food place.”
I took her downtown to a modest family restaurant, and we lingered over dinner. Heidi’s cheerful chatter kept me from bursting into tears, and I found myself enjoying the evening. By the time we made our way to the car, I knew I didn’t need a man in my life. I certainly didn’t need a man like Jerry.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Heidi asked finally.
“I’m just tired,” I told her. “I’ll be okay after a good sleep.”
She yawned. “I guess I’m tired, too.”
We drove home in silence while I thought about what I’d do when I finally saw Jerry. Heidi looked out the window, and I wondered what she was thinking about.
“Where have you been?” Jerry came flying down the stairs toward the car. “I was ready to call the hospitals to see if something had happened to Heidi—”
“What do you mean why ?” He hugged Heidi before she pulled away and headed into the house. “I didn’t know where you were.” He sounded like a five-year-old.
“We went out to dinner.” I walked up the steps into the house.
Jerry followed at my heels. “You went out to dinner without me?”
“Why? I’m always home in time for dinner.”
“So I’ve noticed.” I hung my coat in the closet, then kicked off my shoes.
“I get it,” he said as if he’d just figured out next week’s winning lottery numbers. “You’re mad at me because I forgot something.” He scratched his head stupidly. “It’s not your birthday, and it’s not our anniversary.”
“I believe you forgot you had a wife and a family.” I hurried down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I locked the door, making sure to do it loudly enough that he’d know he would never be welcome in my room again.
Jerry was gone before I got up in the morning. I imagined him hurrying to Linda and hissing, “I think she knows about us.” Why would Linda care? Drew already knew all about the affair, so she’d have nothing to lose.
I dropped Heidi off at school, and then I began searching the Yellow Pages for a good attorney. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to ask anyone I knew for a lawyer referral.
I made six frustrating telephone calls before I found someone I felt I could talk to. Three of the first six made me feel as if I was a part of an assembly-line process, where they just shuffle standardized divorce papers across their desks.
This was one of the most difficult decisions I’d ever made, and I didn’t want the wrong lawyer to make it even harder. Jerry and I had a home and a child to consider, so I needed sound legal advice, not something a lawyer had repeated a thousand times.
The other three attorneys wanted to “nail him to the wall.” I didn’t want that, either. As hurt and angry as I was, I didn’t want to destroy the father of my child. He had a right to see Heidi, but I didn’t think he’d want full custody. Most of all, I didn’t want to set a bad example for my daughter by carrying on a long, drawn-out war with her father.
That afternoon, I went to see a kindly older man with white hair and blue eyes, who seemed to peer deep into my soul and see exactly what was important to me.
“The biggest mistake I see women make is rushing into a divorce,” he said. “Unfortunately, sometimes that’s the only thing you can do. I am very sorry you’re going through this right now.”
I took the tissue he offered and asked him what my rights were.
“Can you prove adultery?” he asked. “By that I mean, can you furnish some sort of proof that he’s actually seeing someone else?”
“I—I don’t know.” I sniffled. “Her husband said—”
“Unfortunately, that’s hearsay,” he told me. “In this state, you can divorce easily enough. But when it comes to division of property, custody of a child, and alimony, the judge will consider other factors. Proof of adultery can help you in those areas.”
“I don’t know how to get it,” I whispered. “I need your best legal advice.”
“I’m happy to give it.” He smiled kindly. “I want you to go home and do the best you can for your child. Don’t do anything else right now. You need time to get your emotions under control. Can you do something to keep yourself busy?”
“If we rush this, you could lose out on many things that could be beneficial to you and your child. If we take our time, we can make sure that this is what you need to do, as well as establish just what kind of parent and husband he is. That will save the courts a lot of time.
“It’s not the easiest way,” he assured me. “But it is the best way, because you truly do need time to think about what is important. I have one client who has divorced and remarried the same man three times. I charged her for the first two divorces, but this last one I did for free. I couldn’t believe someone could be that wishy-washy about a relationship.”
He stood up and walked me to the door. “It would be helpful if you and your daughter got into therapy so that you can work through some of the painful issues with a professional. I want you to call me on Friday afternoon every week and tell me how it’s going.”
I left his office knowing that he’d just given me the strangest legal advice I’d ever heard. Although he hadn’t said anything that I had expected him to say, I liked what he’d told me.
The next day, I called a therapist I’d met once at a party. She agreed to see me the following week.
Jerry came home even before Heidi got out of school, probably to make sure I didn’t take her out to dinner again. He was pleasant and acted as if nothing had happened between us the night before.
I went along with it, more for Heidi’s sake than anything else. Inside, I was seething. I had no idea my husband was such a smooth liar.
“Well, I left early to take care of the Coleman account. I think old man Coleman is losing his mind. He never used to question our judgment when it came to his yearly advertising campaign, but this year, he made us pitch three proposals and he didn’t like any of them.”
Jerry went on and on about the Coleman account. I tried to pay attention, but inside I was screaming, You idiot, do you think I just fell off the last truck into town? I know you were with Linda!
But the truth was that I didn’t know that for sure. I suddenly realized just how difficult this was going to be. For the time being, I needed to sit on my hands and do nothing.
Jerry worked on Heidi’s homework with her after dinner. I fled to my room twice to cry softly into my pillow. The normal family sounds were scraping every nerve I had. I didn’t know if I could handle this much longer.
Once Heidi was in bed, I straightened up the living room before heading to my own room.
“I had a nice time tonight,” Jerry said as he came up behind me. “I guess I’ve been a real jerk.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and I don’t know why you put up with me.”
Was this a trick question? I stood as still as a post and tried to figure out what Jerry was getting at. He turned me around slowly so that I faced him.
Then he lifted my chin with his thumb. “If you’d give me a chance, I could be everything you want me to be.”
My knees buckled, and I sort of leaned into him as he kissed me. How far was he going to go with this before racing out the door and into Linda’s arms? My lawyer told me to play along, and I was too curious by now not to.
When his hands found their way to my breasts, I suddenly found myself wanting him with an animal lust that can only be explained as a raw, competitive desire to keep my husband out of Linda’s clutches.
I began to tear his clothes from him, murmuring my desire. I wanted to cry and howl in pain, but at the same time, I wanted him. I wanted to feel his love and his heat and his passion one last time.
We never even made it to the bedroom. I raked his back with my long fingernails. I clung to him and demanded that he make love to me. I teased him, tormented him, and at long last, I gave him exactly what he wanted.
Once I’d had my own climax, I immediately felt ashamed and stupid for thinking that what we’d just done meant that he could love me. He was a lying, cheating dog, and I’d just fallen under his spell. I hated him and I hated myself. But I remembered my lawyer’s words.
I pushed Jerry aside, grabbed my clothes as gracefully as I could, and hurried from the room.
“Where are you going?” he called after me.
“To sleep! Oh, and thanks. I’m really relaxed now.” I know he heard me close and lock my bedroom door.
The next morning, as soon as Jerry had gone off to work and I’d dropped Heidi off at school, I began packing up his clothes, carefully putting all of his things into boxes. I called my attorney and thanked him for his advice. I was ashamed of myself, and I cried a little when I told him what had happened the night before.
“I have to get him out of this house before I lose my mind,” I explained. “Do you think I’m an awful client?”
“No, but don’t divorce him just yet. Asking him to leave is a different matter entirely. I think you’re very wise to take this step.”
I took a break in the afternoon and called my friend, Tina. “Can you take Heidi overnight?” I filled her in on what was going on between Jerry and me. “I need some time to get him out of the house. I’ve had it with him and his sneaking around.”
“I understand,” she said softly. “I hated having to ask Kirk to leave, but even though he said he was working on getting his life together, he never quite managed to be committed to the marriage. I can take Heidi for as long as you need me to.”
“Just overnight,” I told her. “I’ve already packed up his things, and I just don’t want her to be here when he picks them up.”
I picked up Heidi from school and took her straight to Tina’s house. There was no use in having her see her father’s things sitting on the front porch. I wanted to spare my child as much hurt as I could.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this!” Jerry screamed at me when I explained that he had to take his things and go. “You don’t just throw out your family because you’re tired of them!”
I tried to compose myself. “I’m sure Linda will take you in.”
Suddenly, my husband’s outrage evaporated as he started to pick up a box. “How’d you find out?”
“I have my ways,” I replied. “The point is, you lied to me, and I feel as if I’ve wasted the past few months of my life on a man who will never love me.”
He carried the first box to his car and placed it in the trunk. “I might be able to love you. I’m pretty screwed up in my thinking right now. As soon as I get Linda out of my system, maybe then I’ll want us to be a real family.”
Was he kidding? What kind of family would we be? I’d be carrying around bitterness and resentment while he might still feel the occasional flicker for Linda. Worse, he might decide that because I was a long-suffering wife, he could have any woman he wanted and a family, too.
“I hope things work out for the two of you,” I stated flatly. “Good luck.” I hurried inside and leaned against the door, sobbing. He hadn’t even tried to deny his affair with Linda.
The next few days were difficult but not unbearable. In many ways, it was a relief not to have to deal with Jerry and his lies.
Every morning after I’d bring Heidi to school, I’d peruse the employment ads in search of just the right job for myself. I had a college degree, but it had been so long since I’d been a part of the workforce, I wasn’t sure it was going to do me any g
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