A short story about two people, one of them makes a terrible mistake, could it cost them their marriage? Is Divorce the only action that remains? Good questions.

All the promises, the commitments, and sacrifices during the last five years, and now this. Sherry couldn’t believe her ears, and had Frank repeat what had happened. All Frank could do was sit in the chair next to their bed, and hope she’d forgive him, after-all he thought to himself, I did tell her, and I was drunk, that should count for something.

Not in Sherry’s mind. Franks confession counted for nothing. Her husband, her lover, and best friend, had broken every promise he’d ever made to her, by sleeping with another woman. Was he just tipsy like he told her? She doubted it, as she knew Frank well, and when he had more than a few drinks, he couldn’t get an erection, so how did he manage this time, after all the drunks they’d been on when they were younger, through College, and he never could have sex with her when he drank too much. Just another lie she thought as she cried herself to sleep.

Frank just sat in the chair looking at Sherry, wondering if she’d ever forgive him, as he really hadn’t meant to sleep with the pretty young blonde, it just happened, or so he told himself. He knew that deep down in his heart he loved Sherry, that it was a spur of the moment thing that he ended up having sex with the Barmaid, in the bathroom of all places, and while he was sorry for what he did to Sherry, he couldn’t help remember the feeling of this pretty girl coming on to him, and taking him by the hand into the ladies room, so they could have sex. Frank had to admit to himself, having had sex with the Barmaid, had been far out, nothing like that had ever happened to him like this before. Even though he and Sherry enjoyed a happy sex life together, Sherry wasn’t wild, not like the Blonde Barmaid, that he’d had sex with last night. Yes, he was sorry for what he’d done, but he wasn’t totally sure if the chance to have sex again with the Barmaid came again, he could refuse, she’d really turned him on. He’d never felt anything like this before, and while he was sorry, he was also confused, and if he were to be honest with himself, he really didn’t know what he wanted.

Frank fell asleep in the chair that night, confused over his love for Sherry, and the excitement of having wild sex with that pretty Barmaid.

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