Chapter 188
Marie nodded and looked back at her drink. She really didn’t know why she was here either. It wasn’t because she wanted a drink, she really didn’t like the taste of alcohol much. She supposed that it was because the bar was the place that all depressed people went to when they felt really bad, and she felt really bad right now.
“So ah, what about you?” The woman asked, “Do you often come here during the day for a drink all by yourself?”
Marie shot the woman an appalled look, thinking that she has a lot of nerve to ask such a question, but before she had the chance to be very angry, the woman said “I’m sorry, that was out of line. Don’t answer that question. I’m not very good at conversations with people I just met at the bar.” She sipped her beer and mumbled something under her breath.
Even though Marie was not in the mood to chat with a stranger, she could see that the woman felt genuinely bad, and she thought that it was better to talk with another woman then to sit by herself and wait for some man to try to pick her up. Since showing up, she had already been hit on once by a much older man.
Turning to look at the woman, Marie said “This is the first time I’ve ever been in this place.” and she chuckled.
“Seriously?” The young woman looked on with genuine surprise, and Marie thought that she looked very pretty. She momentarily wondered why such a pretty, young, vibrant woman wanted to talk to a much older woman. This girl was about the same age as her own daughter.
“Yes, I’m serious. I’m not real big on bars either to be honest.” Marie replied, shaking her head. “And I really don’t love alcohol either.” She held her drink up in her hand and swirled it around.
“Then why are you here?!?”
Marie sighed and her shoulders slumped. For a moment she seemed lost in thought, then she turned back and said “I don’t know. I guess it’s because the bar is the place that people go to when they find out their spouse is cheating on them.” Her lips pursed and she blinked back tears that threatened to spill over her eyelids.
The pretty young lady, showing concern, slid over to the seat next to Marie and said “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s alright. It kinda feels better to talk about it you know. I haven’t talked to anybody, so it’s still pretty raw right now.” It was strange talking about this with a stranger, but it felt right.
“Well look, if you want to be left alone, I understand, but if you want to talk to someone, I’m a good listener. You don’t know me so you can tell me anything, and it might be cathartic to get it all out too. I’ve got nowhere to be, so...it’s up to you.” She looked on with raised eyebrows.
After some internal debate, Marie decided that she could trust this young woman and the two moved to a booth to talk.
The girl introduced herself as Preshy and from there Marie talked about her husband and their twenty one year marriage. She told about finding the incriminating text on his phone and confronting him.
She told about how he denied it all at first, but then finally broke down and told her everything.
“So it turns out that he’s been fucking this twenty one year old bimbo for like six months now. And she knows that he’s married too. I was so pissed that I kicked him out. I told him to expect divorce papers to be coming soon.”
Preshy had sat in silence the whole time, listening intently, and now she finally asked “Have you filed for divorce yet?”
“No. I don’t even know if I’m going to. On one hand, I’m so angry with him, I could kill him, but I still love him too, and it seems like such a waste of twenty years.”
“You must have a lot of anger toward the other woman.”
Sighing deeply, Marie said “When I first found out about her, I wanted to strangle her. After I calmed down though, I realized that she means nothing. I mean if he wasn’t fucking her he would be fucking someone else.
He’s the cheating bastard, and when it comes right down to it, I should be angry with his decision to go outside the marriage.”
Preshy sat for a few moments in silence, mulling over what she had been told, then said “Maybe you should do to him what he did to you. I mean, he slept with a young woman, you should do the same.”
“Oh no, I don’t sleep around like that. Besides, how many twenty year old men would want to fuck an old broad like me?” Marie said, taking a long swallow from her drink.
“Oh please, give yourself some credit. You are sexy as hell, and any guy, any age would be all over you, and quite a few women as well.”
“Now your just trying to make me feel better.” Marie said, giving her the raised eyebrow look.
“No, I’m not.” She reached across and took Marie’s hand in hers, looked her straight in the eyes and said “I find you very attractive, and I’m only twenty one.”
“Are you hitting on me?” Marie questioned.
“What would you say if I was?”
Sitting back in her seat and pulling her hand with her, Marie said “I’d tell you that you are barking up the wrong tree. I’m not a lesbian, which is why I married a man.”
Preshy sighed loudly and replied “Gay, straight, bisexual, lesbian. We have all these labels that we place on everyone, like everyone belongs in a box. The gays in this box, the straights in here. I don’t consider myself a lesbian either.
Some days I want big, hard, throbbing, pulsing, sweaty cock. I want to smell it and lick it and suck it and fuck it. Then the next day, I feel like diving in to the slick, silky soft folds of a creamy pussy. I just want to smell it and lick it and drink all her lovely juices.”
