Yes

You left and you drove but you had no idea where to go. Finally you found yourself standing outside Alex's apartment and rang the buzzer. A moment later she answered her door in a robe and pajama pants.

"I'm sorry to come over so late," you said, "I just didn't know where else to go."

"Don't apologize," she said showing you to the couch, "drink?"

A moment later she handed you a glass with cheap red wine in it.

"All I have," she said apologetically.

You both sat in silence.

"I don't know what to do," you finally said.

"Nothing wrong with that," said Alex, "taking time is definitely better than flying off the handle."

"I want to forgive her," you admitted.

"Of course you do," said Alex, "you love her, but that doesn't mean it will be easy."

You both sat in silence, Alex yawning as it approached one in the morning.

"I need to sleep," said Alex, "you're welcome to the guest room, and maybe call out of work tomorrow."

"Yeah," you said draining your glass as Alex lead you to the room.

Alex hugged you and it took every ounce of your energy not to cry right there but you managed to wait until she left and you closed the door.

The next morning you woke up late, the urge to do anything didn't strike you, Whitney hadn't texted or called you. You were still laying in bed when Alex got home from work.

"How are you doing?" asked Alex through the door.

"Bad," you admitted.

She opened the door and let herself in.

"You need to talk to her," said Alex, "you don't have to decide anything for certain but nothing is going to happen until you make it."

You nodded, "can I shower, and wash my clothes?"

"Of course," said Alex.

You stood in the shower letting the water cascade over you and once you felt bad about running up Alex's water bill you got out. At that moment the door opened and Alex entered holding your clothes.

"All clean," she said before freezing as you stood naked in front of her, her eyes darted to your dick, her cheeks turned red, "sorry," she squeaked tossing your clothes on the counter but not taking her eyes off of you as she backed towards the door.

She was definitely just checking you out you thought as you got dressed. A little while later you found Alex in the kitchen chugging a bottle of wine.

"Dressed," you said as you entered, she turned to look at you though her eyes darted back to your crotch.

"Going to talk to her?" asked Alex then responded as if she'd given you time to respond, "good, great, that's smart."

"Sorry I imposed," you said.

"'S fine," she said blushing hard, "guest room is all yours if you, ya know."

"Thanks Alex," you said trying to keep it platonic, "I mean it."

Some time later you were standing outside of your own apartment staring at the door before finally letting yourself in. Whitney was sitting in the living room wearing what she had last night, mascara had run down her cheeks. She got to her feet as you entered.

"Burt," she said, "you came back."

"I did," you said, "we have to talk," she smiled if only for a second, "one way or another," you added causing her face to sink.

Rather than sit next to her you sat across the room.

"Where did you go?" she asked, "I called the school but they said you called out."

"I stayed with Alex," you said.

Whitney had never met Alex, they both knew each other in name only. You detected a flicker of anger in Whitney's face.

"She let me sleep in her guest room," you added.

"That was nice of her," said Whitney.

"What did you do today?" you asked trying to change the topic.

"I wrote up my resignation," said Whitney, "I looked for marriage counselors, and I hoped you'd come back to me."

"You would quit your job?" you asked.

"I've thought about it for a while," she said.

"Three months?" you asked, the words seeming to pain Whitney.

"You have every right to be angry," said Whitney, "and I understand if you need space."

"Was the sex that bad?" you asked, "am I a bad husband?"

"No," she said, "no not at all."

"Then I don't understand," you said, "was money involved?"

"No," said Whitney her lips trembling as you raised your voice.

You got to your feet pacing the room, "what did he say?"

"What?" asked Whitney.

"When you quit what did he say?"

"I didn't," she said weakly, "I wasn't sure-"

"How could you not be sure?" you asked much louder than you had intended.

"It's my career."

You fumed but stayed silent. She took oit her phone and after a moment put it down.

"It's done."

You untensed, if only a little.

"Burt-" started Whitney only to be interrupted by her phone ringing.

"Is it him?" you asked.

Whitney nodded staring at her phone like it was a bomb.

"Going to get that?"

"I wasn't," she said.

"Get it," you said, "on speaker, I'll be quiet."

She answered weakly, "hello?"

"You stupid little bitch," said her boss, you're really going to tell me no, for what a teacher?"

"I told you," she practically whispered, "I love him."

"Enough to be a little whore for me for three months," he hissed, "now you get nothing, you'll never work in this city again."

"I don't care," she said looking in your eyes as she fought back tears.

"You will when they all know you're a fucking whore."

"And what happens when your wife finds out?" asked Whitney.

"What," stammered her boss suddenly deflated, "we're separated."

"But not divorced," said Whitney, "how would that play in court?"

You were impressed by her initiative but then again if she was truly sorry maybe she'd planned this for a while.

"You'll get your full severance," said her boss suddenly cowed, "non compete still holds, glowing recommendation."

Whitney hung up and stared at you," I'll stay with my mom for a few days, give you your space."

"Then what?" you asked.

"I don't know Burt," she said, "counseling if you want, if not," she seemed unable to finish the sentence.

Whitney walked over and kissed your cheek, "when you're ready to talk, call me."

A short while later you were alone in your apartment, you couldn't stay here you knew, not without Whitney. You texted Alex and a short time later you were back at her apartment sitting on the couch.

"Sorry to ruin your Friday night," you said swishing your glass of wine.

"This is the most happening Friday night I've had since like senior year of college," said Alex with a smile.

"Really? you said, "can't expect to meet anyone like that."

"I don't know," said Alex blushing, "I'm happy enough."

You looked at Alex, she wasn't built at all like Whitney but there was no doubt she had a killer body, large breasts, a large ass, and now with some wine in you thinking about this morning your cock stirred in your pants. This was crazy, you'd worked with Alex for years and you'd never once thought about her like that.

"Good guys are so hard to find," said Alex, "they're usually taken."

Her eyes devoured you and suddenly you wondered if turn about was fair play.