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We've been married going on thirty-two years. Don't know if we will make it to thirty-three. I've just found out that my Dorothy has been cheating on me. Not one time, not even for six months, but for twenty-eight years. My life is now turned totally upside down. Where do I go from here? I'm in my 50's, I've been married thirty- two years, have three grown children. Well two are adults with children of their own. Dottie, we call her Dot our youngest is eighteen and has just started college. Let me regress and go back thirty-two years and give you some background. Dorothy is from Michigan, and moved down here to Ohio to go to college. I, on the other hand, went to a welding school. We met at a party, Dorothy had gotten a Dear Jane letter, (don't know what they call a Dear John letter from a guy) She was really down in the dumps. This guy Paul who was supposedly the love of her life dumped her after she started school in Ohio. She was devastated, and just kept mopping around until a friend of hers, Dixie, told her she needed to get out. They went to a party that I just happened to be at. When I first seen her I fell head over heals for her. She was a petite little gal, all of 5 ft. tall, maybe 110 lbs. Dark brown hair and the prettiest dimples you could imagine. I'm said to be somewhat of a happy guy, always joking and somewhat the life of a party. I started talking to Dorothy and within 6 months we were married. I guess I got her on the rebound Our life has been good. I don't really know what to compare it too. Our marriage seems pretty much run of the mill. No big surprises, no second or third husbands or wives. Just a standard run of the mill everyday marriage for the past thirty-two years. We took family vacations, bowled, golfed, went to the kid's sports and band events. We were just everyday parents who loved our children and pretty much lived for them. Dorothy and I both work, she is a school teacher and I am a welder. Money was never a big problem but we had it tight at times. We own our home and our two vehicles, her car and my truck are paid for. Our sex live was good. When we were younger we did it three or four times a week. After George Jr. was born we were lucky to do it twice a week. Five years later after Mike was born, I was lucky to get a hunk once a week. I understood this, a working woman with two young kids, that kind of life would take its toll on a woman. I helped out a lot but Dorothy probably didn't see it that way. Then Dot was born when Mike was 5 yrs old. She ended up being the love of my life. She always had daddy wrapped around her finger and knew it. With the kids there was always an abundance of love. There was very little that we wouldn't do for them. We taught with love, they were well mannered, smart, and honest. We couldn't ask for better kids. Our sex life was probably the only thing that suffered during these child rearing years. By now our sex life was down to probably twice a month if we were lucky. We didn't try many new things sexually. We usually had missionary sex, sometimes doggie style, she wasn't big on oral so it was a rarity. A few times she told me that sex was not a big thing in her life. That's kind of a turnoff for a guy so I didn't usually press it. Whenever I pushed the issue she would have sex with me, it wasn't exactly love, very little kissing and hugging. Don't get the idea that I am this wonderful guy that never cheated on his wife. I had sex outside my marriage. I went to bars often after work. If a woman hit on me I took advantage of it. I like strange pussy, especially if I'm not getting any at home. I didn't have affairs or flings but a lot of one-night-stands. It has been like this for at least the last fifteen years. If I didn't get it at home, I wasn't going to do without. Looking back on our marriage, it wasn't built on much love between the two of us after the first couple of years. After George Jr. was born our marriage was more of a respect, go along, don't make waves kind of marriage. I don't recall Dorothy ever saying, "I love you" to me. I guess it was pretty much a marriage of convenience, except where the kids where concerned. Back to the present time: I was out in the garage when the phone rang, Dorothy and I must have answered it at the same time. It was Dixie, I thought I'd listen in for a few seconds and then say something like, "Watch what you say, I'm here too," when I heard her ask Dorothy if she was ready to go to the High School class reunion. I just hung up the phone and figured she would tell me about it later. When I got in the house she was still talking to Dixie. After she hung up I asked her what she talked about and she said, "They were making plans to go their thirty- fifth High School Reunion." I looked at her and said, "You never even mentioned it to me or asked me if I wanted to go with you." George, "In thirty-five years you have never gone with me, why would I think you would want to go now?" She replied. "I'll call Dixie back and tell her you're taking me." "Hold on," I replied. I don't want to go to some dumb old High School Reunion, I've never even been to my own. I just thought it would have been nice if you told me about it, that's all. Something just didn't feel right I didn't know what it was. Something just wasn't right. I didn't have any reason not to trust Dorothy. None at all, but I went ahead and put my bug on the telephone, I used it to get peoples remarks when taking welding jobs. I always told them they were being taped but it would save a lot of problems if we had disagreements about a job, always good to have it on tape. It was voice activated when a call ended the tape stopped. CHAPTER TWO The next day I listened to the tape. Dorothy had called back Dixie and apologized for hanging up so abruptly the day before. She said she was worried that I might have wanted to go to the reunion. That would sure mess up everything, after all the planning she made. "What plans? With who?" I wondered. When she came home I told her I wanted to talk with her. She looked at me puzzled and said, "About what?" I want to talk to you about your reunion, maybe I'll go with you this year. Who all goes to these things since there's been thirty-five years worth? She looked a bit nervous but just began talking. Well, let's see, we're down to about only thirty classmates who show up. Some take their spouses, others come alone. Some bring their families to the buffet dinner and then take their kids home and come back to dance later. The single and divorced people bring friends, but they are only allowing one friend. Sometimes we average up to a hundred people for the affair. "What a bad choice of words," I thought. "When is this reunion?" I asked. "Oct. 8th, first Saturday in Oct." she replied. "Let me know if you're going so I can change my reservation." "I'll let you know for sure by the end of next week. Would I know anyone there other then Dixie and her husband Joe?" I asked Dorothy thought and said, "I don't think you ever met anyone from my high school class. So I don't think you would know anyone." Didn't your old boyfriend Paul attend that school the same time as you? She got nervous and said, "Yeah, he's married with a family just like us. Why are you badgering me with a bunch of stupid questions about an old reunion and old friends? What's gotten into you lately? Do you want me to stay home so you can be happy?" "I'm sorry honey, just an old guy being inquisitive, I'll let you know as soon as I can about the reunion." I responded. I contacted a private investigator who has done work for me in the past. He checks out any corporate welding sites for me so we know what we're dealing with. This time it was a little different. "Jim Jones Investigations, may I help you?" the receptionist spoke. "Jim please," this is George Manning. "One minute please," as she pages Jim. "Hey George, long time no see," what can I do for you? "Well Jim, I have a suspicion that's eating at me. I need a PI to check out a few things to ease my mind. It has to be done soon, very quietly, and definitely no suspicions raised. Are you up for it?" I asked. "Give me a few facts to work with George and I'll know if I can be of service to you." Jim replied. "Well, I'm trying to find out if my wife has been cheating on me. I have no proof but a gut feeling. She is going to her class reunion and doesn't want me to go. She has gone every five years for the last thirty years. I've never gone, or ever suspected anything before. Hopefully, your investigation will turn up dry. It's in Michigan and almost always at the same place. Might have been changed a few times. What do you think Jim?" I asked again. "Well George, It's going to cost you some big bucks due to travel. But I can find out everything there is to know by Friday. This is mostly record checking. Going back on the dates and see if anything pops up. Hope we will be able to ease your mind." Jim replied. "Thanks Jim, I'll talk with you Friday." I responded. I gave him all the information I had that might help him with his investigation and then went back to work. I have no idea why I was so worried. I've been living a decent life, no real problems to speak of. It was just one of those gut reactions and I had to dispel any questions I had. Maybe I was becoming insecure in my old age of fifty plus. Hopefully nothing would show up, but for some reason I knew better. CHAPTER THREE On Friday I got a call from Jim. George, I had a few people running on this case and came across some stuff that doesn't jive. To begin with, I talked with the reunion committee and acted as a government employee explaining I needed to look at their reunion books back as far as their records show. I explained that it was an investigation for security clearance and would not be able to divulge any information to them. That it was highly classified and they were to tell no one. They could be prosecuted if found gossiping classified information. The more shit you tell people the more information they give. It's fucking unbelievable, I show them some phony ID's and they give me all thirty years worth of reunion material. Here's what I got so far, your wife has attended all six reunions. Her name was in all six sign in books. The odd part is that she had a room reserved for the first two reunions, but her name was not on any reservations the last four reunions. We figured she roomed with someone else. There is no way to tell who she stayed with. The names you gave us, her friend, Dixie and Joe, showed up for all six reunions also but had rooms for two people. So your wife didn't stay with them. The only other name you gave us was Paul Simon, he was at all six reunions also. At the first two reunions he had a room for one person, for the last four he was checked in as Mr. and Mrs. Paul Simon, so we thought his wife must have attended the last four reunions with him. Her name didn't show up on any reunion registrations as a classmate or guest George, you might want to check and see if his wife really did attend. I can't do much without showing my hand and you didn't want that. Well, that's the best I can do for now, if you need me just give me a ring, I'm always available. I thanked Jim for his work and began thinking about what he had said. Things aren't turning out so great, no real facts yet but my gut knows. When I got home Dorothy was out so I listened to my bug messages. Dorothy had called Dixie again and mentioned that I still might go to the reunion, she wasn't sure what to do. Dixie said, "Just call Paul and he'll understand." I was dumbfounded, I was getting to the truth. She was going to see Paul. Her friend Dixie must be in on it also, or at least knows about it. Then the first of two bombs hit. Dorothy started crying and said, "This is my special time with Paul, I don't want to lose it, I love him so much and always have." Dixie said, "Calm down Dorothy, you're losing it." My God girl, you had his kids, what more do you want?" Dorothy said, "I know, I'm just upset, I'm sorry, I'll talk to you later." then hung up. What did she just say? I replayed it again and again. Dorothy never denied it on tape. My kids aren't my kids? Thirty-two years of raising them and now to find out they're not mine. No, this can't be, it just can't be. Maybe I misunderstood the message. No, it can't be happening. How could I not have noticed this for thirty two years. I can't face her right now, I'd kill her. I left her a note, saying I had an out of town job and would see her tomorrow. Then I told her I had a big job the day of her reunion and wouldn't be going. My life has just completely fallen apart. I needed proof about our kids, this was just too much. I remembered when the kids were all younger, Dorothy took them to the state fair. They had a special DNA booth set up for kids. For a certain amount of money you could have a DNA done on your kids. I remembered the states pushing it for identification purposes. Dorothy had it done on the kids. I remember Dot coming home yelling, "Daddy, Daddy, guess what?" George and Mike are my blood brothers. They took our blood and we're related." Dorothy then told me about the school and the state pushing the DNA identification program. I remembered looking at Dot and started laughing, saying, "That's very good to hear sweetheart, for all of us." Now I wasn't too sure. I remember putting their results in the safe. I would have to get copies made when I got back home. I decided to make a doctors appointment for myself to get a couple of things check out. I went to one of these ‘Urgent Care Clinics', where I got in right away. I told the doctor I needed a sperm test to see if I should have a vasectomy. I didn't want to have it done if I didn't need to. I asked him if he could do a DNA on me also while I was there. I wasn't going to get a vasectomy, I just thought it would be a good way to get a sperm count. The doctor took the samples he needed but said it would be about a week before he would have the results. I told him that would be fine, I'd just use condoms till I got the results. We both laughed. I was going through the motions of waiting for results but I knew the truth. I decided to start planning my revenge. I had a month to get it ready. During the week I decided to start putting my revenge plan in action. If all this information I have turns out to be wrong, our family will have a nice get together. If my information is true, the shit will surely hit the fan. Our thirty-third wedding anniversary was two days after the reunion. I decided to set up a surprise for everyone. A lot of people were going to get hurt but at least the truth would finally be out. I remember Dorothy had said family could come to the ‘Buffet', so I decided to call all three of my kids and invite them to a surprise party. I called George Jr. first, the oldest of our children, who is twenty-nine, and has three children of his own. I told him about the class reunion his mother was going too. That I told her I couldn't make it. I thought I would like to show up as an anniversary surprise. Have all her family there, her kids and grand kids. She wouldn't expect this of me in a million years. I would be willing to pay for his family's room for the one night. I figured we didn't have to go until Saturday evening and could spend Sunday together as a family. He loved the idea of a surprise for his mother. He told me he would talk with his wife and get back to me, but thought there wouldn't be a problem. Next, I called Mike, he was twenty-four and recently married with one beautiful baby, born just six months ago. I explained the same news to him and he said he would get back with me also, but didn't see a problem. He did want to talk it over with his wife, which is always a good idea. Last but not least I called my baby girl, now 18 years old. She started college in Michigan just a month ago. I called her and told her the same story I told the boys. She was ecstatic about it. She said, "Mom will love it! I can't wait to go." I won't need a motel Dad, my dorm is only about five miles from the Ramada Inn. I can spend the evening with all of you, go to my dorm and come back the next day. No use spending the extra money. I told all three to not hint or mention anything to their mom or our plan would fall apart. God, these were great kids, why weren't they mine? I guess after the reunion I'll see if they still want to be. After I was able to get my head on straight, I was able to face Dorothy. That's when I started to look at our life in a different light. I could see there was really no love there. We had just had a marriage of convenience. She did her thing and I did mine. I had no problem acting normal. In fact I started acting like a loving husband. I wanted to give her something to think about. I told her to get dressed and I'd take her out to dinner. I complemented her, she really did look good. We had a wonderful dinner and I was as sweet to her as I could be. I even opened the car door for her. She looked at me and asked, "George, what's got into you?" I just told her I wanted to be a loving husband, whatever years we have left I want to be good ones. I don't think she bought it, but didn't question it either. I made sure she had plenty of wine, I thought I might get a hunk if she was drunk enough. When we got home she was a little tipsy. I helped her undress and decided to try and go down on her. I couldn't believe it, she just spread those legs and let me dive in. We haven't done this in years, then I mounted her and gave her everything I had. Kind of a revenge fuck, I exploded in her and she went wild. I was wondering who she was thinking of when she started coming. I thought, "Damn, this is really good, I'll have to do it a couple of more times before her reunion." CHAPTER FOUR Over the next couple of days nothing new was said on the phone bug. In fact she didn't say anything to Dixie about our great fuck that was almost disappointing. Probably didn't want Dixie to know she played around on Paul by fucking her husband. I told Dorothy that we could go out again Saturday night. Why didn't she invite Dixie and Joe. We could all go out to dinner and maybe even get a little dancing in. She could practice her dance steps for her reunion (I had to put a little dig in). I listened the next day on my message bug as she was talking to Dixie. "Hi Dixie," Dorothy said, "I called to tell you that George is acting strange." "What kind of strange, asked Dixie? Well he is acting real lovey-dovey, talking real nice to me, treating me like gold, that's not like him. Do you think he suspects something? "You've got to be kidding," replied Dixie. "You cheat on your husband for thirty-two years, you have three children fathered by a former lover and you think that you're husband suspects something and will treat you like gold." I guess you're right Dixie. That doesn't exactly sound like revenge does it? Anyway, George wanted me to ask you and Joe if you would like to go out for dinner and dancing with us on Saturday. Sounds good, but doesn't sound like George. Maybe he finally feels guilty about all the times he cheated on you. A little late for penance now. Have you written that divorce letter yet? I've got it started but don't want to give it to him till I leave for the reunion. So, do you think you can keep Joe under wraps for one evening? I would hate for him to spill the beans. He is Paul's best friend. "Joe will be okay, he will be glad when this cheating is all finally over. Hell, maybe you can have one last fling with your husband. I won't tell Paul," laughed Dixie. Well that pretty much secures my gut feelings. All I need now is the test results and off to the reunion we go. CHAPTER FIVE Saturday was here and Dorothy and I got dressed for our double date with her friends Dixie and Joe. I called a taxi, I was hoping we would all be too drunk to drive after our date, even maybe get a room if necessary. We stopped by and Dixie and Joe were surprised about the cab. I just told them, this way we could drink to our hearts content and not have to worry about driving. Joe looked at me and said, "I've never seen this side of you before George." "I just thought we ought to live a little before life passes us by." I replied. "In fact this night is totally on me. I got a bonus for taking that job on Dorothy's reunion day, I just couldn't pass it up. So since I can't be with you at the reunion, we will party tonight." Everyone looked a little surprised, even Dorothy didn't say anything. I guess she figured we would only be together for a couple of more weeks so she had no problems with me paying. I looked at Joe and said, "Damn! The ladies look fine tonight." They both had similar dresses on that really showed off their figures. They came down to mid thigh and showed a lot of leg. Of course they smiled at my comment. You have to understand that my life from this point on is kind of in revenge mode. I have no sorrows other then my kids not being mine. But, this was just like picking up a couple of girls for the evening. I was just going to do my thing and enjoy my date. We stopped at a really nice restaurant and lounge located in the Holiday Inn. We had pre dinner drinks, they all wanted mixed drinks, I had my usual beer. After the first drinks I would go up and get them, ordering doubles. I wanted these three plastered by the time the evening was over. I drank beer and being a heavy beer drinker I knew what I could handle. As we ate dinner, I could see everyone was loosening up. They started talking and laughing, we were actually having a good time. I could see they all had let their guard down and were just enjoying their selves. After we ate, we all went into the lounge where there was music and dancing. I got up and brought back some more drinks. The girls were at a giddy stage and laughed at just about anything. Dorothy asked if I was trying to get her drunk. I looked at her and said, "Yes I am, and Dixie too, then Joe and I will have our way with you girls." They all laughed but I was serious. I asked Dorothy to dance, she got up and we moved out to the dance floor followed by Dixie and George. We danced a couple of dances and Dorothy asked to sit down for a couple of minutes, she was getting a bit tipsy. While she sat there she still kept drinking. Joe and Dixie were soon back at the table also. I asked Joe if he minded if I danced with Dixie. He said, "Of course not, I can't keep up with her." Dixie and I got up and walked out to the dance floor. I danced away from our table so Dorothy and Joe couldn't see us. Dixie was really tipsy so I just put my arms around her and swayed. She said she has never seen this side of me. So I asked her, "Is that good or bad?" She looked up at me and said, "Good, very good, I like you like this." I love it when women get drunk and lose their inhibitions. That's what was happening to Dixie. I reached around and put both my hands on her ass. Pulled her up tight against my cock, so I knew she could feel it. She looked up at me without pulling away. I looked at her and said, "Do you mind?" She just said, "Just don't let Joe see, okay?" I never did answer her but just ground my cock against her pussy. After a couple of dances we all sat around the table talking and telling little stories about each other, nothing important, just joking. About an hour or so later the girls were pretty much out of it. Joe was pretty inebriated but at least he could still walk. I told them I got a room for the night with two queen size beds. They didn't argue, they just needed to rest. So we headed up to the room. The girls said they had no night clothes. I told them we are all adults and friends. They could sleep in their under clothes. I told the girls to go in and use the restroom and we would wait out in the hall for a few minutes. While we were waiting for the girls to get in bed, Joe told me he had a great time and really enjoyed it. That I was a pretty decent guy. I know he felt funny about the coming divorce. I told him no problem but the night wasn't over yet. Then we went in the room. The girls were already in bed, dressed in only their bra and panties. I was pretty sure they were near to passing out. The only light was coming out of the rest room, so the room was fairly dark. I started undressing down to my shorts, Joe did the same thing. I sat on the side of my bed and pulled the covers off of Dorothy. She was out and laying on her back.. Joe was just starring at us. I reached up and slid Dorothy's bra off. I looked over at Joe and he kept starring. He looked over at Dixie and she was sleeping. He looked back at me and then at Dorothy's tits. I asked him, "Have you ever seen Dorothy's tits before?" He was drunk but shook his head "No." I told him to come have a better look, he got up like he was in a daze, and sat on the side of our bed. I told him go ahead touch them, you'll never get another chance. He looked back at the other bed and seeing his wife sleeping and then reach out and touched Dorothy's breast. He kept rubbing them and her nipples started to get hard, he bent over and took them in his mouth and started sucking on the nipples. Dorothy was becoming aroused but was still out. I reached down and pulled off her panties, and there was her bush right in front of Joe's eyes. There is no way a drunk guy can pass up a sight like that. Joe reached down and grabbed his cock which was getting hard, while sucking on her tits. I told him, reach down and feel this pussy. I didn't have to ask twice, as he started rubbing her pussy and inserted first one then two fingers. I looked at him and asked him if he ever wanted to fuck her? He looked at me and said, "Many times, but she was Dixie's friend." I told him he could fuck her now, I would never give him that chance again. He couldn't help it, he was drunk and not thinking straight. He stood up and pulled his underwear off and climbed between Dorothy's legs. She was wet, hot and passed out, but he knew she could feel it. He put his dick at her pussy and slowly pushed in. While he was doing that I climbed off the bed and went over to Dixie and began to uncover her and take her bra off. Joe looked over at me and was going to say something, but what could he say. He was busy fucking my soon to be ex-wife. I then removed Dixie's panties also and then crawled between her legs and started eating her out. Her hips just kept moving by instinct, she was having a orgasm but was trying to do it quietly. I removed my underwear and moved up and inserted my cock in her. Joe was on the other bed fucking my wife with abandonment. Probably from watching me starting to fuck his wife. He was taking it out on my passed out wife's pussy. Since he was drunk it was going to take awhile. As I put my cock head against the entrance of Dixie's pussy I leaned forward and whispered, "I know you're awake." Joe couldn't see from where he was but Dixie opened her eyes and whispered, "Fuck me George," and fuck her I did. I plunged hard and deep until I unloaded in her. I sucked on her tits, and kept my cock in till I felt her orgasm again. Then as I leaned forward, and she whispered, "Thank you, that was great". I replied, "Anytime Dixie," As you know I'll be single in a couple of weeks. Then I felt her body tighten up and her eyes starred at me. I smiled at her, climbed off and pulled the covers back over her. About that time Joe pushed his cock in as deep as he could go and release his cum. I saw Dorothy's passed out body pushing up against Joe. After Joe came he slipped his underwear back on and slipped into bed next to his wife, never even looking at me. I just climbed in bed next to Dorothy and had a good nights sleep. I was the first one up the next morning. Probably because I just drank beer. I grabbed a quick shower and went downstairs to have a cup of coffee. I called our room about a half hour later and Dorothy answered the phone. I said, "Good morning lover, how's everyone doing this morning?' Dorothy said, "Where are you George?" I said, "Calm down Dorothy, I'm just down in the restaurant having coffee. You were all sound asleep and I didn't want to disturb anyone so I took a shower and came downstairs. Do you want to meet me here or do you want me to bring all of you some coffee?" She replied, "We'll come down in a few minutes George." Boy, I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when they all woke up. Dorothy's pussy was full of cum but she didn't know it wasn't mine. Joe watched me fuck his wife but couldn't say anything because he was fucking Dorothy. Dixie knew her husband fucked her best friend but can't say anything because she was awake when I fucked her. She also knew that I knew something about getting the divorce papers but can't tell Dorothy because I was fucking her when I told her. Damn! I love it when a plan comes together. They all came down to the restaurant and we ordered breakfast. I could tell they were all a little stressed out. Everyone but me of course. CHAPTER SIX Well, the week went by rather normal, I listened to the messages between Dorothy and Dixie. They talked a little about our date. Dorothy told her that I must have undressed her and fucked the hell out of her pussy. She was filled with cum and her pussy was really sore. Then I heard her tell Dixie that she notice her under things were missing the next morning also. She asked if Joe fucked her. Dixie said she was a mess also, Joe must have done a number on her. She was passed out at the time. So, now we have friends who are lying to each other. Dixie did ask if she had her Dear John letter finished. Dorothy said she did and had it hid in the back of her panties drawer. She was going to leave it on the table Thursday night when she left for the reunion. Dorothy was at school so I went into her drawer and pulled out my Dear John letter and read it. Dorothy's Dear John letter to George: Dear George: You better get yourself a beer, and sit down before reading this letter. I am leaving you. I will apply for a divorce when I get back from the reunion. I know this is coming as a complete shock to you. After thirty-two years of what we had as a marriage, I at least owe you this explanation. When we married I was on the rebound from my love affair with Paul Simon. You knew of him but have never met him. Believe it or not, you guys look very similar, both have brown hair, hazel eyes, stand around six feet tall, and both are around the 200 lb range or were thirty-two years ago. That is probably why I was drawn to you. No matter how hard I tried it was always Paul and not you. Whenever we had sex it was Paul I thought about. Then the inevitable happened. I went to my five year class reunion and met up with Paul. He was there alone at the reunion as was I. You didn't want to go. My old feeling were back, I couldn't help it. I would do anything for this man. He was my first and only lover other then you, I could never forget him. I didn't want to forget him. We went up to his room after the reunion and made love, real love. I let him have me any way he wanted. He said he made a big mistake in letting me go. He was married and had one child. We both thought of getting divorces at the time but needed time to think. So, we thought we would wait a few months before making such a drastic decision. After I got home from the reunion I felt a little guilty and that's when we had that really good sex. I let you take me any way you wanted. Nine months later George Jr. was born. I am sure that he was fathered by Paul since we did it so many times that weekend. I called Paul and he was ecstatic about it, but so were you. I was puzzled on what to do. That's when Paul and I decided we would keep our marriages together but see each other at the reunions and relive old times. However we did meet a few times on my trips to Michigan when I went to see my parents before they passed away. Then five years later, it happened again. We met, made passionate love, spent our time together and vowed to keep our life a secret. It was like a fantasy, there was even a movie out about old lovers meeting every year to renew their love. That's what Paul and I had. Of course when I came home from the second reunion, you and I had sex again. That was some of the best sex I ever had with you, after each reunion. Maybe it was the infidelity, but the sex after the reunion was great. Nine months later Michael was born. Do you see the pattern here? Michael was Paul's son also. I know I should really feel bad but I don't. You were a good father to the boys. You did all the things a good father would do. Paul again was ecstatic, knowing he was so virile. He now had two kids by his wife and two by me. At the third reunion after all the passionate lovemaking between Paul and I, we needed to tell someone. We wanted to share our joy for each other. So I told Dixie and Joe. At first they were stunned but then said they wondered if anything was happening over all these years. That Paul and I always seemed so happy together. Paul after all was Joe's best friend. After Dot was born I mentioned to Paul about a vasectomy. He had two kids by his wife and of course now three with me. I told him I didn't want any more children. Of course as the usual pattern when I got home from the third reunion we had sex again. Damn! You sure knew how to shove it in, probably pushing Paul's sperm in further. As you know I had the DNA tests done at the State Fair, and all three kids are from the same father. You really were a wonderful father. I don't plan on telling the kids that Paul is the biological father. They love you too much and would probably end up hating me. I know you played around on me for years, we received strange calls from women asking for you and all the late trips to the bar. I can hardly blame you since I didn't give it to you that often. I know you have questions but we won't be doing much talking. I'll try to explain why we stayed together. Paul and I started out as a fling, an affair. We found out that our true feeling were for each other and we wanted to be together. So we finally decided to wait till our children were all grown and then move somewhere together to spend our remaining years Dot is now in college and George Jr. and Mike have families of their own. I know you won't have any problems living your life since we didn't really have much love together to begin with. Paul told his wife he wanted a divorce last year and it is already finalized. That just leaves you and me George. We both contributed to our assets and my lawyer says a "non contested" marriage can be over in six months. An even 50-50 split. Just so you know, Paul and I got together when ever we could, being 200 miles apart made it difficult. It wasn't just once every five years. We have put a lot of thought into this. Sorry to mislead you for so long. Not much else to say George, good luck to you in the future. Sincerely: Dorothy. Wow! There it was in black and white. Everything spelled out, I guess waiting for my approval which she'll get with a few minor adjustments. CHAPTER SEVEN It was time to go back and see the doctor and get my results. I would need them for the divorced proceedings. I entered the doctor's office and waited to here my name called. The receptionist spoke, "George Manning, George Manning," I stood up, "please follow me," she said. I went into my little room and the doctor came in. "Good afternoon George," the doctor spoke. "How are you today?" "I just came for my sperm test and DNA results," I replied. "Well George, you won't need a vasectomy," the Doctor replied. "That motorcycle accident you had fifteen years ago did a number on your lower pelvic region. You won't be able to father anymore kids. So I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. You won't need a vasectomy but you have been firing blanks for the last fifteen years." What about my DNA Doctor, do you have my chart? The doctor handed me a chart with a lot of dots and lines. I told him I had no idea what I was looking at. He said I needed another chart, from someone else, so he could explain it better. I reached into a folder and pulled out Dot's DNA paper that I had gotten out of the safe. He put them both on this light board and was looking at them "Now this chart is for a girl, see where all these dots and lines intersect. That means there is a 99% chance that this girl is your daughter." he said. I started crying, I couldn't help it. The pride and joy of my life was mine, my flesh and blood. The doctor looked at me and said, "Is everything alright George?" I said, "Everything is great doc. Would you mind looking at these other two charts for me." "Well let's see," said the doctor. "These are both boys and are probably brothers, now put your chart next to them and let's take a look. Yes, see the dots and lines are the same on all these charts, there is a 99% chance these are your sons. I will put this all in writing and have it notarized for you if you would like." I looked at the doctor and said, "Pleas do. That would be great. I have one more question doctor, what does 99% chance mean?" The doctor laughed and said, "That means there is a nine million to one shot that these are your kids. Only one person in nine million could have fathered these kids, pretty safe odds." I left the doctors office a very happy man, after getting my DNA papers and a notarized letter from the doctor I headed for home. It was now Monday, I only had till Thursday to get my plan together. I started with finding a lawyer, one who was really good. A friend of mine mentioned Sally Hawk who he used for his and a friend's divorce. I made an appointment with Sally taking all my DNA papers and a copy of my ?ear John' letter with me. Damn! Sally was a looker, but I could tell she was a take no prisoner kind of person. She first read the ?ear John' letter, and I could see her tear up a little. Then she looked at the DNA letter from my doctor and almost laughed out loud. "Well, Mr. Manning, what do you suggest?" asked Sally. "First, please call me George, if it's alright with you, and second I want everything I can legally get," I replied. Sally started speaking: "You have a marriage that has lasted thirty-two years, good or bad. Your wife says you have committed adultery but doesn't show any proof. You on the other hand have this letter in her handwriting admitting adultery over a thirty-two year period. "You can probably get a 65/35 split of all assets if you apply for a divorce first. There would be some haggling over minor issues but the courts in Ohio would be on your side. You could have gotten a lot more if the kids weren't yours but I think what you have is a lot more important then money." I looked up, nodded my head and smiled. Sally continued, "I will need a list of all credit accounts, saving accounts, and approximate assets. We will freeze immediately all credit cards that are in your name. Also I am going to freeze all saving accounts till court action is taken. We'll allow withdraws of up to $100 a day with a max of $500 a week till all the papers are drawn up. Which should only be about a week." "I do believe that your wife's IRA's should go to her, and your IRA to you. Each of you has earned that money. Also any keepsakes that were passed down from other generations should be given to that person." said Sally. "Are you planning to keep living at your present residence? If not, then I suggest that you have an auction and sell the house and contents, divide all the money 65% to 35%. That would be the easiest way." Sally spoke with conviction. Sally looked at me and said, "I know it's rough, but life goes on, I've seen it hundreds of times. It's all down to dollars and cents now. Do you have anything you want to say?." I spoke and replied, "Just thank you for all your help and guidance. I'll go with all that you proposed. I don't want to live in the big house alone. Too many memories, both good and bad. Is there any chance I can have the divorce papers delivered at the reunion this Saturday, with a draft of the proposed settlement? I would also like a restraining order so she can't go into the house without my permission and remove property." Sally conveyed to me, "It will cost a little extra but we can put a rush on it. I'll have a Michigan deputy deliver the papers to the Ramada Inn on Saturday. The restraining order will be issued for Sunday. You do have to understand that she has a right to go into the house. She just won't be able to remove any items other than her personal belongings." With everything said, I thanked Sally again and planned my last two days before my wife left for her reunion and out of my life. I got hold of my sons and my daughter to verify they would be going to the reunion. They all agreed to be there, I then told them I wanted to meet them before the dinner. I had something very important to tell them which may change their thinking on whether or not to attend the dinner. But more then anything I wanted their support. It was a total change of life situation for their mother and me. I told them I couldn't tell them anymore right now but would see them Saturday at the Ramada Inn. I hated keeping them in suspense but I really wanted them there. I mentioned to Dorothy that since she was taking Thursday and Friday off from school so she could leave early for her reunion that we could go out and have dinner on Wednesday night. She thought that would be nice. I knew she was just doing it to act normal, she didn't want to make any waves this late in her game. CHAPTER EIGHT It is now Wednesday, we went out and I treated her as though we were on a date. I opened doors, pulled out chairs, complimented her. She was drinking wine, hoping not to get drunk, I was drinking my usual beer. After dinner we took in a movie, kind of a love story. Then we headed for home. She told me what a wonderful evening she had and really enjoyed it. When we got home she changed into a nightgown then headed for bed. I stripped naked and slid in next to her. She looked at me and said, "Not tonight George, I'm really tired." I have never been rough with Dorothy but tonight was going to be a different story. She was leaving me so what did I have to loose. I just reached over and grabbed her by her pussy mound right over her nightgown. I just squeezed until my fingers were pushing her panties and nightgown into the crevice of her pussy. She yelled at me, "George stop it, I told you no!" I just kept squeezing, She reached both hands down on top of mine to pull my hand off her, she wasn't strong enough. She yelled again, "George I said stop it! I'm not in the mood." Well holding tight onto her pussy I got up on my knees and used my other hand and started to squeeze her tits. I could tell she was getting mad. I looked her directly in the eyes and said, "Well, I'm in the mood, we can do it the easy way or the hard way, your choice." She said, "George what's gotten into you? Please don't hurt me." "Dorothy, I don't intend to hurt you, but I do intend to fuck you, and fuck you good." I'll ask you one more time, "the easy way or the hard way?" Okay George, "I'll play along," as she sat up and took off her nightgown leaving only her panties on. I said, "Lie back down now," as she did I put my hand through the leg hole of her panties right onto her hairy mound. I started finger fucking her and she started to press against my hand. She was really getting into it now. I had my so called bowling fingers jammed as far as they would go up into her pussy while rubbing around her clit and mound with my thumb. I stopped fingering her, pulled my hand out of her panties and ripped off her panties. I then climbed between her legs and muff dove into her pussy. She kept squealing, "Oh God, Oh God, that feels so good, don't stop George, please don't stop." I ate her pussy harder, faster and used my tongue on her more then I ever had in all thirty-two years of marriage. I looked at her squirming with delight. I stopped and said, "Do you want more?" She looked at me and said, "Oh God yes." "Then you'll have to suck my cock. Are you willing to do it?" I asked. "But George, I'm not good at it. I don't think I can please you." She replied. "It will please me just to put my cock in your mouth and watch you suck it." I grinned. With that said, I moved up on the bed and laid my cock onto her waiting lips. She opened her mouth and let the head in. I had never seen her this hot, it was like forbidden sex even, though we had been married all these years. She had never sucked me like this. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled her over in a sixty-nine position and told her to get on top and give me that pussy to suck on. We stayed in that position, for quite awhile, as she sucked my cock like a popsicle. I felt her having many spasms or orgasms as her juices flowed from her pussy. I came with a blast and she took it all it her mouth, a lot came back out but she didn't pull my cock out. We have never done a sixty-nine like that in our entire married life. Makes me wonder where she learnt how. I turned her back over and took my half limp cock and started rubbing it against her pussy lips. It only took seconds to start getting hard again. I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. She moaned and was breathing hard. I looked up at her and she was holding both of her tits and rubbing the nipples, they were rock hard. She had her eyes closed and her tongue sticking out licking her cum covered lips. I was in as deep as I could get but her pussy was so wet I was hardly getting any friction. I pulled out and had her turn over, and started fucking her from behind. I looked at her anus and stuck one finger in and started fingering her ass. She gasped but didn't say anything. I put a second finger in her anus and kept pumping my cock against here till my balls hit her. I reached down and took gobs of pussy juice and rubbed it into her anus. I pulled my cock soaked with pussy juice out of her pussy and slipped the head against her asshole and slowly pushed it in. She gasped saying, "No George, it hurts." I pushed my cock in a little deeper as I slipped two fingers back into her pussy. She was saying, "God it hurts, but yet feels so good, I feel so full." "Do you want me to pull out Dorothy?" I asked. "No just don't pump to fast, I don't want to lose this feeling," she replied. I slowly begin pumping again, I pulled my wet fingers out of her pussy and put my hands on her hips and started my in and out motion, pushing in deeper each time. I was finally in all the way, my balls slapping against her pussy every time I pushed forward into her ass. She was making all kind of noises, then she screamed, "God I'm chumming and pushed her ass as far back against my cock as she could. With her ass cheeks squeezing my cock I exploded, I don't think I have ever come that hard twice in my entire life. As I pulled my limp cock out of her ass I heard a pop as her ass cheeks closed. She fell forward totally exhausted and went to sleep. I got up and took a quick shower and thought about the latest events. To bad she was such a cheating wife. The last couple of weeks have been some of the best sex of my life. I got up Thursday morning and got ready for work. I looked over at Dorothy's naked body still in the same position she was in last night. I had a twinge of sadness knowing it would be the last time I would see her like this. Even though we didn't have a loving marriage we did have some good times. I knew that when I got home that evening that I would have a ?ear John' letter waiting for me on the table. Then I grabbed my stuff, and left for work. I had to stop by the house to pick up a few tools. Her car wasn't there. I was kind of glad, didn't really want to face her yet. As I went into the house I didn't see my ?ear John' letter yet. I thought I'd check out my message bug and see if anything was new on it. She had received a call from Dixie asking her if she was ready for the trip. They were to pick her up around 4:00pm. It was less then a four hour trip. I looked up at the clock and it was noon. Then I heard Dorothy speak. "Dixie am I making the right decision? I'm getting cold feet," Dorothy said. "What are you saying girl? You've waited thirty-two years to be with Paul. What happened?" asked Dixie. "George just seemed to have changed in the last couple of weeks. I do have feelings for him even if it's not love." Replied Dorothy. "You fucked him again, didn't you Dorothy," replied Dixie. "That pussy of yours is what started the whole thing with Paul in the first place. I told you not to have sex again with George before you left him. I knew this might happen." said Dixie. "Why don't you give Paul a call? It might help." "You're right Dixie, once I get back with Paul at the reunion everything will be alright." Dorothy replied. "I'll go to a public phone and call Paul to help ease my mind, I don't want to call from here and leave a phone record." That must be where she is now, calling her lover. Oh well, I'll meet him Saturday with my own surprises. I left her a note saying sorry I missed her, that I had stopped home to take her to lunch before she leaves to her reunion. I even signed it, 'Love George' just to rub it in a little. None of it was true but she didn't know that. When I got home from work that evening, there on the table was my ?ear John' letter. I guess talking to Paul persuaded her to go. I opened up the letter and the only thing that was changed was a hand written note at the bottom, saying, "I'll never forget the last two weeks, love Dorothy." CHAPTER NINE Saturday came and I headed to the Ramada Inn. I had called and made reservations for me and a room for each of the boys and there family.. I also notified the reunion committee that we were coming to surprise Dorothy for our thirty-third anniversary, but not to let her know. I wanted to make sure we had reservations for dinner. I had the family all meet me up in my suite to explain the bad news. I started out telling them. That I hoped this would have been a surprise thirty-third anniversary party for their mother and I, but things have changed. Their mom is in love with another man and has been most of her life. That she was waiting for them to grow up and have lives of their own before leaving me. They all were surprised, saying all the standard stuff you would expect to here such as: "No Dad, it must be a mistake." "No, Dad it can't be true." "Are you sure?" "God, I'm sorry for you dad" "I can't believe mom would do this to you." Plus many more. Finally I said, "Whoa, she left me this ?ear John' letter before leaving for the reunion. She didn't want any of you to see it but I need to show it to you. Then I have another report to show you." They all read the letter with tears in their eyes, especially when they got to the part about me not being their father. After they finished reading the letter, Dot looked up at me and said, "You will always be my father, always" Then she hugged me. I said, "I have some good news to share with all of you. At least I hope you will all feel the same as I do and consider it good news." Then I handed them the letter with the DNA results stating I am their natural father. They all started crying and hugging me and each other saying, "I knew you were, I just knew it." I looked at all my kids and their wives, I have to say this. "Even though you probably hate what your mother did, please understand she loved you. It was me she was not in love with. You can hate what she did, but don't hate her. She was a wonderful mother to each of you, and lived her life just like I did for each of you. She put her life on hold so you could have a mother and a father, don't hate her for that." They all looked saddened, but were thinking about what I just said. We all headed down to the restaurant, my two sons with their wives and kids, and Dot holding on to me. There were at least a hundred people in the room when we entered. I told the greeter my name and how many were in our party and took us to a table with a reserved sign on it. We all sat down and Dot told me I had one chair to many. I told her I had a guest coming. We all looked around and spotted Dottie and Joe, and across from them sat Dorothy with Paul. They all seemed to be enjoying their selves when Dixie looked up in our direction. We heard her from across the room saying, "Oh my God, your whole family is here!" Dorothy's mouth dropped open in total disbelief. "Oh my God, why are they here?" we heard her say. Then Dot got up and walked over to her mom's table. She looked at her mother and said, "I hate what you did to dad, I'll try and understand because I love you and you are my mom. Dad is here to give a speech, you will still hear it, but the results are different." With that said she came back to the table. As she sat down and said, "Sorry dad but I had to say something." I just smiled at her and greeted our guest who just arrived at the table. George, Mike, Dot, I would like to introduce you to June Simon. Paul's ex-wife. They all said hello and the boys introduced their families. June was a nice looking women. She was around 5'5, maybe 145 lbs. She was dressed very nice. When Paul looked over and seen her with us, he got up to come over to our table, but Dorothy stopped him She knew that would be a big error on Paul's part. They had a podium set up to hear the different speeches. The master of ceremonies stood up and gave the usual, blah, blah, blah speech and then announced the names of all the class members who had attended and had them stand. They called Dixie's name, so we clapped lightly, then Joe's, and we clapped again. They called Dorothy's name and as she stood, we all made a lot of noise to get noticed. We could tell she was embarrassed. When they called out Paul's name we didn't even clap. Then they called June's name and we all clapped loudly again, making her laugh. After a few speeches were given the ?aster of Ceremonies,' called George Manning up to the stand for a special speech. Everyone at our table clapped and cheered for me as I approached the podium. I started the speech thanking the committed for letting me speak. I told everyone that I asked to speak to wish my wife Dorothy who I pointed too, a Happy thirty-third wedding anniversary which would be in two days. Everyone started clapping for us. I held my hands up to quiet them down. Then continued talking, "Before I left home today Dorothy left me a 'Dear John' letter which I will read excerpts from. She has been in love with Paul Simon during our whole marriage, looking at many of you I could guess that many of you already knew this. She is leaving me for him as of today." "So I am having you, Dorothy, served with divorce papers. Please let the deputy in." I asked. A Sheriffs deputy walked over and served Dorothy with divorce papers. He also served Paul Simon with papers as an accomplice to adultery. "My lawyer also has drawn up a divorce settlement which you can read in your spare time," I said. "One more thing and I'll be finished. Dorothy also mentioned in her letter that Paul is the biological father of my three kids." I remarked. (You could hear whispers among the people) I looked at Paul who had a half ass silly grin looking back at me. "This is not true!" I spoke with convection. Dot walked over and gave her mom copies of their DNA and a copy of mine. Then she handed her a notarized copy from the doctor saying I was the biological father. Paul's expression changed to anger and Dorothy started crying. Then June got up and said, "Paul, I have only one thing to say to you. While you were busy cheating on me, I took revenge on you. Our two kids are not yours either. They're your brother John's," as she handed him the DNA paper. Your brother John and I will be getting married next month. With all that said, June and I left the reception. The kids wanted to stay around and talk to their mother. I was kind of happy for that. She really was a good mother to them. The next morning we all met for breakfast before heading home. The kids all seemed a little more relaxed. They said after I left their mom came over to the table to talk with them by herself. They wouldn't tell me what they talked about but said they invited Dorothy to breakfast, but without Paul. I turned around and there stood Dorothy. Well Dad, "Can mom join us for breakfast?" I said, "She is always invited to our family events as long as she doesn't bring Paul." Dorothy sat down with us and had breakfast. She looked at me with sad eyes and asked, "George, how long have you known?" I looked back and said, "It doesn't make any difference does it?" I got up and hugged all my family members' good bye and looked back at Dorothy who was crying. I said, "You made the decision, now you have to live with it." Then I went home. There is no easy answers for cheating, adultery, divorces. Life goes on, we just have to take it one day at a time. I know a lot of readers will feel I should have done more to Dorothy. I guess everyone handles divorce in their own way. I'm happy with the way I handled it. George and Dorothy had been married for nearly thirty- three years. One day Dorothy gave a ‘Dear John' letter to George before going to her thirty-fifth high school reunion. In her letter she said she was leaving him for her former boyfriend who has been her lover over the past twenty-eight years. She also thought that her former lover was also the biological father of George and Dorothy's three children who are all grown now. This proved to be false as George presented evidence at Dorothy's reunion. George planned his revenge and carried it through. His grown children and their families attending the reunion and all facing their mother with the facts. There were two sons. George Junior who they called JR, another son named Mike, and a daughter Dottie, who they called Dot for short. She was named after Dorothy. Paul, Dorothy's former boyfriend admitted he didn't want anything to do with Dorothy's family. She also found out he had sex with her old high school friends, and her best friend Dixie. Dorothy broke off her relationship with Paul after finding all this out. She also broke off her relationship with her friend Dixie and her husband Joe when she found out Dixie had sex with both her husband George and her boyfriend Paul. Dixie also let her husband Joe have sex with Dorothy when Dorothy was passed out. Finally Dixie didn't tell Dorothy that her husband George knew about the upcoming divorce. CHAPTER TEN Our divorce was finalized six months ago. My life was now rather sad. I spent quite a bit of time at the bar. I guess just wanting company, people to talk to. That's when I began to realize that Dorothy and I really had a life together. Maybe not the best, surely not the worst, but we were companions. Every night now I would go home to an empty apartment. Sit there and either go on the computer or watch TV. For the first few months it was okay, but now it was becoming very boring. Here I was in my fifties, sitting home alone. I tried dating a few women but they just seemed lonely like me. With most of them there was sex. I guess I was still a pussy hound. I didn't want any commitments, I didn't want another marriage. That seemed to be what most of these women wanted. Someone to share their life with and possibly help take care of them. I stayed away from married women. I guess after what happened to me, I didn't want to be responsible for ruining another marriage, even if the wife was just looking for sex. I started spending longer hours at my welding business. The money was good but money wasn't my problem. I missed my bitch of a wife Dorothy. I don't know how to really explain it. The woman cheated on me over 28 years. We lived pretty much separate lives. She did her thing and I did mine. But there were so many times that I started to reflect on the times we spent together. The vacations we took as a family. Always having a good time. Going to the kids ball games. We were together laughing and backing them up. The only times I seem to enjoy in my life now is going to see the kids and grandkids. Then I started to remember that every time I go to see them Dorothy is there. We talk nice to each other trying not to be rude or bring up bad memories. Maybe it was just her being around me, I don't know. Then I think damn her, damn her, damn her for doing this to our life. Then I started remembering back to all the affairs I had during our marriage. God, I was no saint. Most of the women might have been one night stands but they were still affairs. I guess Dorothy could have left me after any one of them. Why didn't she? According to her ‘Dear John' letter she knew about them. I can recall at least twenty times that I was unfaithful to her. Why didn't she ask for a divorce? Could it be because she felt she was no better then I was having this affair with this jerk Paul? Damn, I'd like to know. Maybe some day I'll ask her. I got up from the couch to make myself something to eat. Damn, I missed Dorothy's cooking. That woman knew how to cook. She knew what I liked and how to prepare it. In fact she knew all my likes and dislikes. Right down to what my favorite beer was. I guess after thirty-three years with a person you get to know a lot about them. Why was I so blind to this long running affair? All I knew right now is that I would much rather have one of her pork roasts, with broiled potatoes and carrots then this frozen pizza I was about to make. I had to visit my kids this weekend so I could get a good meal. Maybe I'd suggest a cookout and they could invite their mother and she could make something good. I'll offer to bring the beer and beverage. That was my specialty. The phone rang, it was my daughter Dot. She said she was coming home this weekend and just wanted to talk to me and see how I was doing. I just replied, "I'm doing fine honey, but I miss your sweet smiling face." She was my baby girl and I really did miss her. She was in Michigan going to college. She tries to come home at least once a month. When she does, she stays with her mom. They talk a lot and do their woman thing, whatever that is. After talking to her for a few minutes I suggested that she call her brother JR to let him know she'll be home for the weekend and we could all get together for a cookout. That she could even invite her mother. So dad, she replied, "You miss moms cooking don't you?" No, I said I just... She interrupted me and said, "It's okay dad, I miss moms cooking too. I'll tell her about the cookout, I'm sure she'll come. What do you want me to tell her to bring?" She laughed. "How can you be so sure she'll show up?" I asked. "Dad, I shouldn't be telling you this but mom said to make sure that whenever you're coming over to make sure we invite her also. I know you don't want to here it dad but I truly believe mom loves you. She's living in a hell that she made herself. She totally blames herself for all she did to you. I don't think she'll ever get over it. It kind of bothers me. Her total life is school and family. I know she doesn't date. A number of men have asked her out and she just tells them no thank you." Mom also cut it off with her best friend Dixie. She didn't tell me the whole story about why but I know it had something to do with her old boy friend and you dad. "Would you care to enlighten me?" she laughed. "Anyway dad what do you want mom to make?" she asked. How about a pork roast... Dot interrupted me again. "Dad, it's a cookout. No pork roast at a cookout." Okay, I said, "How about your moms BBQ chicken with scalloped potatoes? I'll buy the chicken, JR can grill it, and Dorothy can apply her homemade BBQ sauce, and her homemade scalloped potatoes? Dot laughed, "Okay dad, I'll see what I can do. She paused, then said "Dad, I love you." "I love you too sweetheart," I replied. See you Sunday, then hung up. The frozen pizza was done, time for dinner. As I started to eat the pizza, the reality of loneliness was setting in. About a half hour later the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, It was JR. "Hi Dad, JR here, how ya doing?" he asked. "I'm just finishing dinner and watching the tube. What's new?" I asked. "We're having a cookout Sunday around noon and wanted to know if you wanted to come?" "What are you having?" I asked. "BBQ chicken and scalloped potatoes like you didn't know." he laughed. My kids were smart, that must come from Dorothy's side. "I'll be there, noon it is," I replied "Dad you supply the beer and beverage and we'll supply the chicken. Pick up some chip and dip also." he asked. "Will do, and JR... Thank you." "Anytime dad, anytime," he answered, then hung up. God, even my kids knew how I felt, God I loved them. CHAPTER ELEVEN It was Sunday and I headed over to JR's house. I remembered the beer, beverage, and the chip and dip, just like I was told. As I walked in everyone said hi. I gave them all a hug. Kissed all the kids and my two daughter in-laws. Dot came over and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, don't worry dad, she's here. I just starred at Dot wondering how she knew what I was thinking. Then I looked up and seen Dorothy dressed in a nice yellow sun dress, applying her special BBQ sauce to the chicken. I walked over to Dorothy and just said, "Hi Dorothy, nice to see you again. Chicken smells great!" Dorothy smiled at me and said, "Thanks George, I made it just the way you like it." "How's school I asked?" trying for a little small talk. "The kids get on my nerves once in awhile but other then that everything's fine." Then she said she had to go check on the scalloped potatoes in the oven. Mike my other son asked if he could talk to me privately for a minute. He had something to discuss with me. So we went into the living room away from everyone and he said that Dot had talked to him earlier. That Dorothy's ex-friends Dixie and Joe had broken up. Now Joe has been calling Dorothy and harassing her. Mike said, "Dad I can't let that prick harass mom. I don't know what it's all about but Dot said he was going to try and humiliate her. I can't let that happen dad. Mom's been through enough" Damn, I like the way my kids stood up for their mom. There was no way I was going to let my kids get messed up in these personal problems. I looked at Mike and told him to hang loose. Not to do anything stupid, he had a wife and kid to take care of. That I would check into the problem with Joe. We went back outside and joined the BBQ, I told JR thank you for inviting me. It was the best BBQ chicken I had in a long time. He said, "Thank mom she made it along with the potatoes." I just looked over at Dorothy and said, "Thanks Dorothy, you always were a great cook." She just looked over at me and said, "Thanks George," anytime. I wondered what she meant by anytime? Was it just a slip of a word or did she mean, anytime. I went home and decided what to do about Joe. Now he was messing with my family. That wasn't going to happen. I waited till Monday and went to the bar that I knew Joe might be in. I seen him sitting on a bar stool and walked up to him. He looked very nervous when he seen me. I said, "Joe I need a word with you." Now, I was a welder with strong arms and hands. Joe on the other hand worked in an office and didn't even work out. Joe looked at me and said, "I have nothing to say to you George." Joe I said, "I want a word with you. I suggest you get off that fucking bar stool and come over here and sit in the booth with me for a minute, or I'll just go outside and wait for you. The choice is yours." Joe got off the stool and went to the booth and sat opposite me. I starred at his eyes but didn't say anything for a few seconds, just to make him squirm. Then I said, "What's this shit I hear you calling Dorothy?" He looked at me and said, "What's it to you? You're divorced. She can see anyone she wants. She's an adult and over twenty-one." I starred at him again, waiting before I spoke. Making him more nervous. Now, mother fucker as I spoke in a very low voice so only he could hear me. I made a mistake letting your sorry ass have her as a revenge. I should have never done it. You aren't worthy enough to lick the shit out of her ass. You will call her one more time. You will apologize for any remarks you have made to her or about her. Then you will tell her you will never and I mean never bother her again. If I ever hear that you have called her or slandered her in any way, I will personally hunt you down and put your sorry ass in a body bag. Did I make myself clear? He said, "Yes, I understand in a low voice." I starred at him some more and said, "I didn't hear you." He said, "Yes, I understand and promise to never call her or bother her again." One more thing, you son of a bitch, you call your fag buddy Paul and pass the same message along to him. This is not a threat, this is a fact. Next time, if I should have to come back, there will not be any talk. Do I need to break your arm or smash your face in now to make sure the message is loud and clear? "No George, I understand and I will pass the message along to Paul." I looked at him and said "You make that call to Dorothy as soon as possible. I don't want you upsetting her anymore." Then I got up and walked out the door. *** It was now Thursday and I went to work. Me and a one of my employees were on a welding job when there was an explosion. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed. There sat one of my daughter in laws, Lisa, starring at me. She yelled out he's awake, he's awake and gave me a big hug. I asked her what happen? She said, "There was an explosion last Thursday and you have been unconscious ever since." "What day is this," I asked? Sunday, Lisa said. "You have been unconscious since Thursday night. We all took turns sitting with you on four hour shifts. All but Dorothy." A sadness overcame me when she said Dorothy never took a turn sitting with me. I don't know why, I guess I just thought... When Dorothy walked in the room with tears in her eyes. Then Lisa continued, all but Dorothy, she never went home. She stayed right here in the room with you and slept in the chair. We had to force her to go home and clean up and she was back within the hour. She even called off a sick day at school Friday to just sit here with you. All this time Dorothy stood in the doorway crying. I didn't know what to think. Then Dorothy came up to the bed and gave me a hug and said, "Welcome back George, we missed you." As Dorothy stepped back my whole family came in and hugged and kissed me. Most of them crying. All this emotion made me start tearing up also. Then Dot came up to me hugged and kissed me, Then said, "We all missed you and love you daddy." The way she said it I knew she was including Dorothy. The doctor came in and told everyone to please leave the room. As my family was leaving, Dorothy said, "I'm not going anywhere. He's my husband and I'm staying here with him." The doctor was taken back and said that's alright, please just have a seat, as Dorothy sat down in the chair. The doctor examined me and asked a lot of questions. I told him the last thing I remember was an explosion then I woke up a few minutes ago. The doctor wrote on my chart, said I could probably go home the next day if all the test come back negative. The only thing is he didn't want me to be by myself. I would need someone to be with me at least for the next few days. I wasn't to go anywhere and needed to rest. It looked like everything was going to be alright. He said I had a concussion but as far as he could tell no internal bleeding. He said I was very lucky. God gave me a second chance at life. I could easily have been killed when thrown from the explosion. He then left the room saying he would stop by first thing in the morning to check on me. My family came back in the room and Dorothy explained everything to them. They asked who's going to stay with dad, we can't leave him by himself? Dorothy looked at me and then the kids and said, "I'm taking dad home with me for a few days till he gets better. He needs someone to watch over him. I called the school and will take a week personal time. I explained to the school about the accident and had no problem getting the time off." I looked over at Dorothy and said "Hold on a minute here. Don't I have a say in this?" My whole family looked over at me and in unison said, ‘NO.' I just said Okay. Dorothy walked out to talk to the nurses and I asked JR about my business and Ben my helper on the job. He said Ben is fine. He was clear of the accident. He was the one that called 911. When mom found out you were here she got hold of your office and got the jobs set up for over the weekend. She told Ben to call her Monday to make sure everyone had work. She just took control dad. She said after thirty-three years with you she knew enough about the business to see the work was done. I know she hurt you bad dad, but she is a great mom and a hell of a woman. I can't tell you what to do but she really does love you dad. We all know it but we will abide by whatever you do. As my family was leaving the nurses came in and gave me some medication, I had a hell of a headache. I went to sleep. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning and there was Dorothy sitting in the chair watching me. She seen me open my eyes and asked if I was alright? I asked her why didn't she go home with the others. She just replied, "We'll go home tomorrow George," and I nodded back to sleep. CHAPTER TWELVE The next morning, Mike and JR was there to help me gather my clothes, flowers and cards that I received while Dorothy checked me out. She got all the information from the doctor on what to do in the next couple of days. My boys helped me into Dorothy's condo. I realized I've never been in it. She had a lot of our old furniture there. My favorite chair and the sofa. My sons set me in the chair and propped up my feet. They told me they would see me later and then left. Dorothy came in and asked if I was hungry. I told her I could eat a sandwich and maybe a cup of coffee. She went in the kitchen while I rested. A few minutes later she came in with a ham and cheese sandwich just the way I liked it. Swiss cheese, tomato, ham on toasted rye bread, she remembered my favorite sandwich. Also a hot cup of coffee that tasted just right. She set up a tray and set it all down in front of me, turned on the TV set to my favorite sports news channel and then left the room. Damn, I missed her, I really did. Just having her in the house seemed to make everything better. What the hell was I going to do? I honestly didn't know. After eating I must have dozed off. I remember dreaming. At least thinking in my sleep about the last time Dorothy and I had a discussion. I remember Dorothy saying: I have been thinking back over our whole thirty-three years. I can't say there was love and I can't say there wasn't. We had a marriage, we had sex, we had a family. With our family there truly was love from both of us to our kids. They knew it and have it with their family. We did a good job raising them. "Maybe just maybe we did have love between us. But over the long period of time we just didn't work at it like we should have. Maybe if we would have shone our feelings for each other like we did for our kids this might all have turned out differently." I know that it's way to late for us, but the way you treated me the last month, I think I was beginning to believe that writing the letter in the first place might have been a mistake. I honestly believed I was falling for you. She started crying and said, "Isn't that a crock." Then she wiped the tears from her eyes. Then I remember the doctor saying: I had a concussion but as far as he could tell no internal bleeding. He said I was very lucky. God gave me a second chance at life. I could easily have been killed when thrown from the explosion. I woke up and Dorothy had taken my empty tray and cup and was now sitting there watching me. "George, are you feeling okay?" Dorothy asked. "George I want to thank you for what you did for me." "What did I do?" I asked. "Joe called and apologized for bothering me. I know you had a talk with him. I don't know who told you but it was a big relief off my mind. He said he would never bother me again. That's not all George. Paul called me and pretty much said the same thing. I don't know how you did it but I just wanted to say ‘Thank You,' George." While we are making apologies I have one for you Dorothy. While I was in ‘get even mode' with you, I let Joe take advantage of you. Looking back that was even low for me. If I could take it back I would. I know Dixie told you about it. That's something I should have never done. I guess you rattled my cage a little to hard. I then said, "Dorothy we need to talk some more, but right now I would like to get some rest." "George, I fixed Dot's room for you. She was really happy to have you stay here and offered her room. As you know she had to go back to college today but said she will keep in touch and probably come home to see you next week end." Dorothy helped me out of my chair and into Dot's room. Brought me my medication and off to sleep I went. I was highly medicated for the next couple of days. I spend most of my time in the easy chair or in bed. Whenever I woke up I knew that Dorothy was near. She makes a great nurse. My sons stopped over to see how I was doing. I told them that I was coming along pretty good. The next day we were suppose to see the doctor and see how things are coming along. Dorothy kept in touch with my business and made sure the work was being done. This woman did everything for me. Why didn't I ever see it. I guess it takes a divorce and a near death experience to wake some people up. The next day we went to the doctor and he said everything looked okay. That by the following Monday I ought to be able to return to work. Dorothy said that was great news and was really happy for me. She also knew that it was time for me to return to my own house. She drove me to my house and followed me in. It seemed drab and dark compared to her place. I guess that was just the woman thing. The brightest thing in my house at that moment was Dorothy standing there. I looked at her and just wondered where and when we went wrong. I asked her if I could stop by her place the next day and have a talk with her? She looked at me and said, "Anytime George that would be fine. Would you like to have dinner with me. I can have it ready for you when you come over?" I looked at her and said that would really be nice of her to do that. She looked back at me and said, "Pork roast, broiled potatoes and carrots." I just smiled! She knew my favorite dinner. Epilog: I stopped by and we had my favorite dinner. Then we had a long talk. I told her I would like to go out with her but we would have to take it slow. We both lived in our own places. I started seeing her at least five nights a week. I think we started to fall into love with each other. We never took each other for granted and did our best not to bring up the past. We didn't talk marriage but to all our friends we were a couple. Our children and grandchildren were happy to see us always together. Going home to my apartment wasn't quite as bad now. I knew I would see Dorothy the next day. The first time we had sex I thought it would be awkward but it wasn't. We just clicked together as a couple and put each other first. We literally made love. I didn't visit the bars anymore. I didn't need too. I had a loving girlfriend I could visit anytime I felt the urge which was beginning to be pretty often. Will we every remarry? We don't know. Right now we are dating and taking it one day at a time and loving it. You see, as the doctor said, "God gave me a second chance at life." That's the least I could do for Dorothy. The beginning? Well readers that's it for "What now?" DG hear * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 39