On the outside looking in, married couple Danica and Y/C Thompson have the perfect marriage. No kids at the moment, both very successful in their jobs, and living very comfortably for the past 3 years.
"She knew exactly what to do..."
Then Danica finds a message on her husband's phone. It seemed like nothing at first, just a simple Thank You. Until she opened it to read the entire thing to him. The way the sentences were worded, almost like a code, made her pause. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something else going on.
"A pseudonym to fool him..."
Afraid of confronting him, she decides to test him. How? She starts writing him letters. She had to see how he was going to react to another possible affair. Yes, it sounded dumb out loud, but the uneasiness and the fear were enough to help her see it through.
"She couldn't have made a worse move..."
For weeks, the two go back in forth, her watching her husband's reactions each time a new letter arrived, how he would hide away to read them...and how he would snatch them out of her hand when she picked one up.
"She sent him scented letters..."
Soon, she sets up a meeting place with him, to finally confront him after having the proof she needs. How will he react to her deception? How will she react to his unfaithfulness? Can the two make it work going forward, or are they heading for a divorce?
"And he received them with a strange delight..."
What I'm looking for:
I'm looking for a semi-literate to literate partner who is willing to flesh out details with me. The story is something I want to write together.
Please be at least 18+. I'm in my early 20's and don't feel comfortable doing a mature roleplay with a minor.
Your character is the husband in this case. I apologize for that but I feel more comfortable playing the female in this case. Feel free to play him as you like. Just take this seriously, please.
Real pictures are preferred for this one.
Communication. I myself am not that great at being on every day or replying every day. I understand life comes first, but at least keep in contact and agree to let the other know when we'll be replying or taking a break/hiatus, anything like that. I'm a very patient and understanding person, I promise.
Good grammar. I'm not great with this all the time. I constantly make mistakes, but I really don't want to try and decipher a reply.
This is a mature roleplay. ES rules still apply, but this is about a married couple. Anything that happens between them, if it goes too far, will either be skipped or taken off-site.
As stated above, the two do not have any children right now, but pregnancy is always an option if we want to add to the drama. That is something that can be discussed before we start.
Most importantly, have fun. This is just a small idea I had that I wanted to write and I want my partner to do the same.
PM me with the subject as your favorite color, that way I know that you read the entire thing. If you don't, I will not respond. Also, do NOT request access without permission or you will be denied.
If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask!
Thank you in advance and I can't wait to hear from you!
[center Red nails tapped along the top of the table, growing impatient as the owner watched the clock, counting each grueling second as the hand moved around the circle. Long brown hair that was normally straight was in curls along the woman's back, blue eyes were decorated with black eyeliner. Dark red lipstick stained thick, pouty lips. Her high cheekbones were decorated with a light pink blush and foundation covered her already clear skin. What could she say? She liked to wear makeup, even if she didn't need it. It made her feel better about herself.]
[center Though anyone who knew what she did would have to pause and wonder if maybe she was trying to look like someone else. The tight red dress she wore, which cut off just above her knees, and had straps that rested off the shoulders, was [i not] something the woman was usually seen wearing. She liked tight jeans or skirts, low-cut shirts, and suit jackets. Not bright dresses and heels.]
[center They would be right, of course.]
[center Danica Thompson was trying to look exactly like someone else. Someone that her husband had been talking to for a long time. Someone that didn't really exist. A woman by the name of Athena, who claimed to be one of the women from his job. Just another office worker.]
[center Now, throughout the writing process, Danica had been careful not to give her husband a name. If he had one early on, he would surely seek out the woman and end up empty-handed. Then the lies would've spiraled even more and she would've written herself into a hole. Only in the most recent letter had she finally given him the pseudonym, along with the time and place that she finally wanted to meet him alone. No coworkers, no wife, just him.]
[center For his "safety," she'd also told him not to respond. Just to show up. If he did, she would know he really had meant everything he'd said. If not... then Danica would feel like a fool, but she would go back home to a happy marriage.]
[center Or so she liked to think. The messages between him and the first woman were enough to have sown the seeds of doubt. His behavior with the letters had only solidified the feeling of dread that had built up over the last few months. No, he would show, and who knew what would happen next? She had a few ideas, but it would all depend on how he reacted the moment he realized it was her.]
[center Within minutes, the clock stuck six on the clock and she could hear the bell as the door opened. She kept her back to it, praying deep down that it was the man she shared a house with. The man she had shared [i vows] with. It was time for their confrontation.]
Aleksey was indeed the one who opened the door. There was a slight tension in his movement, as if he was both nervous and excited for meeting the stranger who was sending him letters. Fortunately for "Athena," he made his way to the table, sitting down.
"Hello there! Glad we could meet." He held out his hand. "Athena, I assume?"
A smile was on his face, one that was quite genuine. He was happy to see her, to finally meet this curious woman, only spoken to through cryptic letters and codes. He had some regrets, though, now that he was here.
A small worry of what his wife would think. Him being with another, behind her back.
The fear of being caught.
He shook these feelings off, taking a deep breath. "Tell me about yourself!"
[center Anger tore through her, but Danica was able to keep it from showing on her face. [i He doesn't recognize you...] How could he not? Had she done too well trying to look like this mystery woman? [i Damn.] That hadn't [i exactly] been her intention, but that was quite alright. She could work with it. [b "You'd assume correctly,"] she said with a tight smile. She wouldn't try and disguise her voice. She wanted to see how long it would take for him to catch on.]
[center [b [i "Tell me about yourself!"]]]
[center Placing her hands in her lap, she balled them into fists. No, she couldn't play along. Not without yelling at him or breaking down into tears. Taking a deep breath, she shrugged. [b "Not much to tell. I'm just your average, everyday woman."] Had that been the problem? Was she not exciting enough? So many questions burned in her mind, causing a lump to form in her throat.]
[center Showing her hands again, she laced them together before resting her chin on them. [b "So, tell me, what's it like to throw away three years of marriage?"] She couldn't wait. She had to ask. She had to know [i why] he would do something like this.]
His eyes widened. He knew. He knew he had made a mistake. As soon as he heard her voice, he knew exactly who she was. "Danica... You look- so different?"
He took a deep breath. "Look... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." He looked in her eyes. He wanted to know if they could be together again, but he had fucked everything up. "... I just- wanted to see if I still... loved you as much?"
He reached out a hand, slowly. "... I know I do..."
[center So much went through Danica's mind at the moment that the realization dawned on him. How smug she felt, the disappointment she felt, the hurt and anger that tore through her. Yet she kept her face passive, watching him as he tried to work his way through this. What was he going to say to justify his actions? What would [i she] say to justify [i her] actions? [b "Well, that's what the make-ups for,"] she said as she shrugged her shoulders. Did it hurt him to see how "uncaring" she was in this situation or was it doing nothing for him?]
[center Glancing at his hand, she pulled hers away, leaning back in her chair. For a moment, she was speechless. How did she react to that? Tears finally welled up in the corners of her eyes and she turned her head to look out the window, watching as different people passed by. They would go about their days as if nothing was happening. That was, because to them, nothing [i was] happening. Nothing that affected them, at least.]
[center [b "Forgive me if I don't believe you,"] she said through the lump in her throat. All that anger had quickly dissipated. [b "You could've done anything else. Anything but this."] Her voice cracked and she pursed her lips, unable to speak anymore for fear that she might break down completely.]
[center The silence between them was rough, that was for sure. Danica stared out the window now, unsure about what she could say. Her mind was racing with everything that had happened. It hurt so damn much. She'd thought things were going well, she really had. How could she have been so damn naive? [b "Be honest with me, Aleksey... do you want a divorce? Do you want to be able to parade around with different women?"] She shouldn't have asked, deep down she knew that, but she also needed to know.]
[center No matter what his answer, she was positive she was going to go home, pack up, and go stay with her parents for a while. She wasn't sure she could share the same bed or house with him for the time being. Even if he said no, how could she move past this? Did he expect her to?]
[center Her head was starting to hurt. Reaching up, she rubbed at her temples to try and ease the pain.]
[center Danica was silent for a moment or two, not really sure what she should say. He didn't want a divorce? It was almost funny to her as she thought about that. Of course, he didn't want a divorce. He was the one in the wrong. If they were to get a divorce, his infidelity would quickly be known by their friends and family. Her parents would never forgive him and she was doubtful his would, either.]
[center [b "I think you and I need to go home. I don't want to keep talking about this in public."] Yes, it had been her idea to go to the restaurant, to begin with, but now that everything was out in the open, she was starting to feel sick to her stomach. The last thing she needed was some stranger sticking their nose where it didn't belong.]
[center Danica reached into her purse, pulled out some cash, and stood on her own, barely glancing at his hand before she shook her head. [b “You can. I took a cab, anyway. Save me the trouble of having to concentrate on the road.”] She wasn’t sure she could concentrate, anyway. Her mind had been pulled in so many direction that her head was beginning to hurt.]
[center Placing her bag over her shoulder, she turned and made her way out of the building, not glancing back at him or anything. It was talking all she had not to cry right now. Maybe she’d be able to hide it. Maybe she wouldn’t. The day was young.]
He followed her, opening the passenger door for her. He didn't say much, not sure if he could really say anything at all anymore. Maybe in the past, he would've made a little comment like, "your carriage, madam." He didn't dare do that now. The moment was just... tense and serious.
"Uh... after you...?" He finally managed, quietly.
[center Danica allowed him to open the door, not wanting to argue or really speak much more. Her mind was all over the place. Part of her was angry, part of her was upset, and another part of her was just… numb. How could this have happened to them? She had truly thought that they were a happy couple, once upon a time. Had she been so blind to have not seen this coming?]
[center With a sigh, she slid into the car. She thought about saying thank you, more out of habit than anything else, but kept her lips shut. She had nothing to say right now. If she could have it her way, the ride home would be a quiet one.]
[center For most of the ride home, Danica was quiet. So many different things were tossing and turning around in her mind, but she truly had no idea what to say to him right now. He knew how much she was hurting. He had to. What would he have done in her place? Would he forgive her, or hold it against him? Would he contemplate a divorce?]
[center A sigh left her lips before she looked down, not wanting to watch the scenery pass them by anymore. [b “Were you ever going to tell me?”] she asked, refusing to look at him. She had to know.]
[center Danica nodded slowly. She couldn't say she was surprised. Why on Earth would he come forward about something like this? Se knew she wouldn't have if she were in his place. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her hair. She was truly at a loss for words. Perhaps she should just go and stay somewhere else for the night. She knew her parents wouldn't take her without issue, but she didn't want to have to tell them what had happened. They didn't need to know right now.]
[center [b "When we get home, I think I'm going to just bathe and head to bed,"] she said softly. [b "Or the couch. You can keep the bed."] She wasn't sure she could sleep in that bed right now. Not when part of it would smell so much like him.]
[center [b "Did you ever bring anyone into our bed?"] she asked a second later, her throat tight at the thought. She prayed the answer was no, but she wasn't sure what to expect from him anymore. She probably wouldn't be surprised if the answer was yes, even if it killed her more inside.]
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