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September 2008 That lying, cheating whore, David thought to himself. What whore, you might ask? The cheating whore I have been married to for almost 40 years. My name is David Bray and I married Catherine, who goes by Kate, in November 1968. She had a long term affair that ended about 25 years ago. So why am I so angry? Because I just found out today. The bulb burned out in the master bedroom closet. Since the ceiling is so high, I needed a step ladder to replace the bulb. Once the new bulb was screwed in, I started down the ladder, missed a step and nearly fell. I grabbed the closet shelf for support, and when I did I knocked a shoe box off into the floor. It was filled with old letters and photos, and they scattered everywhere. When I began to pick them up, I noticed pictures of another man. Then I started looking at the envelopes and they were all addressed to Kate in a handwriting I didn't recognize. God, why didn't I just put them back and go about my business? But my monkey genes got the best of me and I read one of the letters. It a single small sheet, was post marked September 20, 1973. That would have been just a couple of months before our fifth wedding anniversary. "My Darling Kate, I cannot express how I feel this morning. I just returned home from our conference and I am still giddy. I could still smell your perfume on my shirt when I dropped it in the hamper. I can close my eye and still feel your arms around me, your lips pressed against mine. I shiver when I think of your touch, your hands gently moving down my chest. I had no more control than a 16 year school boy when you first touched my manhood. I can't wait to be with you again, to feel you moving against me as we join together. Until next we meet, Love, Rob." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I looked at the envelops like they were snakes. I sorted them by post mark date. That took a while since there were well over 100. Then I sat and looked the pile, wondering if I had the courage to read more. November 15, 1968 David and Kate left the church trying to duck underneath a shower of rice. They had been dating for about a year, and had been sleeping together for the past six months. During the last two weeks before the wedding they had no opportunity to be alone, and they were as horny as two teenagers. David was 21, good looking, with a college diploma on which the ink had barely dried. He had just graduated at midterm and had a job offer to go to work for a small mainframe computer maintenance firm on Monday. That meant no honeymoon until later, but he couldn't pass up the job. Kate was 20 and had a year of school to go. She was majoring in accounting, so would be able to find something in pretty much any industry around. She was had brown hair, was very pretty, and built like Mae West. Not fat at all, but she had tits that would make a dead man drool. As soon as they arrived at their apartment they attached each other like a starving wolf after a sheep. It was a good thing that couples always change out of their wedding clothes at the church. Her beautiful gown would have never withstood this kind of onslaught. With their lips locked together and one hand groping each other, they attempted to get undressed with the other hand. It didn't work well at all and they fell in a tumbled pile onto their marriage bed. Once they were finally naked, their love making was quick, almost violent. Their passion was so fired that they exploded together in minutes. David pulled out of her and fell at her side. They held one another, panting. In no time at all, David was again erect. This time he took his time, kissing and caressing his new bride from her lips to her toes. Once he reached her feet, began to slowly work his way back up toward the top of her legs. Once he reached his goal, he began to slowly lick and kiss her whole pubic area, never stopping on one spot long enough for more than a gently kiss. After a couple of minutes she began to whimper, begging him to drive her over the edge. "Yes, please, do it. You know how I love it, please make me come." David focused his attention on her labia and clitoris. The fact that she was already full of his seed didn't matter at all. He had worshiped this woman since their first date. David could not have told anyone why he was so drawn to Kate. It was as if after meeting her, no other woman on earth existed. He licked and sucked her until she began to shudder in the throws of a huge climax. She grabbed his head and pulled him into herself, almost bruising him in her intensity. She loved when he used his lips and tongue on her, but she very seldom returned the favor. She also made it 100% clear that if he ever came in her mouth, it would be the last blow job he got, ever. She could not handle the idea of the little, wiggly cells in her mouth. After her orgasm subsided, he lay on his back and pulled her onto him. She straddled him and he slipped into her wetness with no trouble at all. She pressed herself hard against his groin, trying to pull his entire pelvis into herself. She began to rock gently, not withdrawing and thrusting back onto him, but a simple short, rocking motion. He was not able to hold out long enough for her to come again. He spent himself into her, almost passing out from the intensity of his orgasm. Their love making continued daily, growing more intense with each coupling. Then eight days after their wedding night Kate got up throwing up. At first they thought it was the flu, but it turned out to be morning sickness. In August 1969, nine months and two days after their wedding, she gave birth to their daughter Rachel. Kate had dropped out of school with one semester left to graduate so she could stay home with the baby full time. David could not have been more proud of his beautiful baby girl. He would hold her for hours singing softly to her. Like all new parents, almost every day was documented on film. After Rachel was weaned, Kate went back to finish up her degree. As soon as she graduated, she started to work at Thompson and Sons Accounting, a professional CPA firm with offices in several cities in the Midwest. She immediately began to work on getting her certification. David had received a couple of raises, and just got his first promotion at the same time Kate completed her CPA training. They were both making excellent salaries and by their second anniversary in 1970 had purchased a small starter home. Then in the middle of May 1971, Kate got up throwing up again. It seems like her morning sickness kicked in each time before she had even missed the first period. She worked right up until the first of February 1972 then took off. Their second child, born on Valentine's Day, was a little boy. They named him Richard. Paid maternity leave was unheard of in those days, but they had enough saved to get by just fine until she could return to work. Rachel was 2 ½ when Richard was born and she was thrilled to have a little brother. They bonded almost from the first day Richard came home from the hospital. She started back to work in April. It was a little harder than the first time, because she was still nursing. She finally weaned Richard when he turned one, figuring he was old enough now to switch to a bottle. Everything was 100% all American normal for the Bray household for the next year. In August 1973, her boss called her in and told her that they had scheduled her for a three day training seminar in Dallas. She and one other accountant had been picked to train on the new corporate accounting procedures, and then they would roll out the new procedures to every one in the local office. The training was scheduled for September 16 – 18, and they would return home the morning of the 19th. The other attendee was Robert Myers. Rob had been with the company about a year longer than Kate. The training class was informative, but not particularly entertaining. Rob and Kate had dinner the first two evenings, discussed how to prepare to pass along everything to the staff back home, and went off to their rooms. The evening of the 18th, Rob suggested they stick around and have a drink after dinner, maybe even a dance or two since they didn't have to get up early. Their return flight was at 11:00 the next morning. Kate didn't see the harm in a couple of drinks, so she readily agreed. As the evening progressed, Kate realized that Rob was a terrific dancer. They moved together like they had practiced for years. After a couple of cocktails, Kate wasn't ready to turn in for the night. She had been married for nearly five years, and had been pregnant or working for almost the entire time. She missed the social life she and David had shared when they were dating. By 10:00 they were both pretty tipsy from consuming way more that the couple of drinks they had planned. They got on the elevator to go to their rooms, and before either one thought, they were kissing. As soon as the elevator doors opened they almost ran to Rob's room. Once inside they were all over each other. It was as wild as Kate's wedding night, fumbling for zippers and buttons, grabbing, squeezing, stroking and kissing like newlyweds. They made love four times before they were too spent to continue. Kate was so thrilled to find out she was still attractive I spite of five years of marriage and two kids, that she felt little, if anything from her conscience. The next day on the flight home, they behaved like business associates, but they both knew this would not be their last fling. September 2008 David had now read over twenty letters, all addressed to "My Darling Kate' and all signed "Until next we meet, Love, Rob." All were about the same, telling his faithless whore of a wife how much he loved her and loved being with her. He could not understand how this could have gone on so long without him having a clue. Kate never stayed out late, never had a "girls night out," and almost never traveled overnight. As that thought occurred to him, he picked up a letter dated May 10, 1975. "My Daring Kate, Last night was incredible, wonderful, amazing beyond description. There are no words to describe how much I love the feeling of your naked body next to me, your smell, and your taste. And when you allowed to climax while you were giving me head, I knew that you truly love me. Every day you are with him is pure torture for me. I love you with all my heart. Until next we meet, Love, Rob." Son of a BITCH! She had let him come in her mouth? Still, after 40 years with that slut, she had only taken him in her mouth maybe 20 times, and had never allowed him finish during the oral. He wanted to rip her cheating head off her shoulders. He wanted to crush the life out of both of them with his bare hands. How could she have lived under his roof for all this time, claiming she loved him and yet have sucked this asshole's cock all the way to the finish? His hurt was now replaced with an almost blind rage. God, it was a good thing the whore was not home, he would have killed her. No longer concerned about the pain he felt, he picked up the next letter in the stack. It was more of the same lovey-dovey stuff as the first 20 or so. April 1976 The first week of April, Kate got up throwing up. Neither David nor Kate thought too much about it, maybe a touch of the flu. The next morning Kate got up throwing up again. David looked at her and said simply, "You're pregnant." "I can't be pregnant. We have always used protection since Richard was born. I just have the flu." Except it wasn't the flu. Three weeks later she had missed a period, and they were sure. When she missed her second period, she went to the doctor, and she was definitely pregnant, due in late December. She went into labor on December 20, and just after midnight on the morning of December 21, 1976, Karen Lee Bray popped into the world. Like their first two, David held tiny little Karen every chance he got, singing to her as she snuggled against his chest. September 1982 It was a beautiful fall morning and David and had planned to surprise the family with an impromptu picnic. He got up at the crack of dawn and began preparing everything, sandwiches, chips, and cold drinks in the ice chest. He went to the garage and got down the horse shoe game set and loaded it into the car. When he got back into the house, Kate was in the bathroom throwing up. "Oh my God, you're pregnant again." A few weeks later it was confirmed, and in June 1983 she gave birth to Robert Allen Bray. They now had two girls and two boys. David was 36 and Kate was 35 when the baby was born. He decided that too much is enough and went in to have a vasectomy. By the time Kate had recovered from the delivery he was shooting blanks. Little Allen was a wonder. He walked and talked very early, and simply refused to remain a baby. David almost burst with pride at everything his boy did. September 2008 He continued on through the pile until the last two. The last two letters were dated September 16, 1982 and January 26, 1983. The next to the last letter talked about Rob being temporarily reassigned to the Chicago office. He would be there for six months, and then return on April first. It went on about how six months without her would be almost unbearable. Then David opened the last letter from January 1983 and his world ended. "My Dearest, Beloved, Darling Catherine," What the hell, thought David, this one was the first of the huge stack to begin with a different greeting. He continued reading. "My Dearest, Beloved, Darling Catherine, After you called last night I was not able to sleep. I have not been this happy and excited since I was six years old on Christmas morning. I still can't believe you are going to have our baby. I hope you plan to tell him immediately, so we can be together starting the day I get back. I will be home on an afternoon flight April 2. Please meet me at the airport. I can not wait to feel you in my arms. The baby will be moving a lot by the time I get back. I am dying to feel that tiny little life inside you. I wish I could be home to watch every day as our baby grows. Just two more months my love and we can become a family and be together forever. I adore you, Love, Rob." There was a newspaper clipping folded in with last letter. He picked it up and began to read, his mind almost on autopilot. It was a brief article about a fatal car accident. "Robert Allen Myers, a long time employee of the local office of Thompson and Sons Accounting, died in Chicago on February 1 from injuries sustained after he was struck by car. The driver had lost control on an icy street. The driver, who was cited for failure to maintain control, was uninjured. Services for Mr. Myers are pending." David's anger evaporated. There was nothing left inside. He was just like a boxer in that last second just after getting hit by the knock out punch, but just before falling to the canvas. This had to be a mistake. Allen was not his son? After 25 years of caring for him, kissing the skinned knees and bumped heads, laughing together, crying together, fighting their way through the teenage years, and Allen was someone else's son? David left the house. He had to go somewhere else, anywhere else, to think. An hour later David stopped at a road side table on the highway about 50 miles west of town. He got out and sat on the sunny side. The warm fall sun did nothing to break through the chill in his heart. After a minute or so, the tears started. He must have cried for a solid hour before the sobbing began to taper off. He began to think for the first time since reading the last letter. His pain and anger began to resurface, but not the overwhelming, mind numbing hurt and rage he had felt earlier. This was more controlled. He was still able to think. Their 40th wedding anniversary was in November. He could not stay with her, but he knew he could not live without her. David returned home, no he returned to the house, it was not a home any longer. When Kate got home that afternoon, she could tell something was wrong. David was in the room, but he seemed like he was somewhere else. "What's wrong, Honey?" "David, I said what's wrong?" "What? Oh – nothing, just a big problem at work, they called me and I have to go in tomorrow." "But tomorrow is Sunday!" "I know, but this seems to be some kind of crisis, I may have to work for days." David didn't have any type of crisis at work, but he needed an excuse to be away from the house for as much time as he could until he made up his mind. After a week of leaving the house before daylight, and getting home at 11:00 or later each night, he had made his decision. For the next few weeks, he was cordial to Kate, but not affectionate. When she hugged him he would return the hug, but there was no passion. Kate could feel the difference, but she just assumed it was still work related. November 15, 2008 This was the day of their 40th anniversary. David had kissed her good by this morning, but had said nothing about the plan for the rest of the day. At 3:00 that afternoon, a messenger walked up to her office. "Mrs. Bray?" "Yes, I'm Kate Bray." "Ma'am this is for you." He handed her a white gift bag decorated with small silver wedding bells. She heard the tiny bells tinkle softly as he handed her the bag. Kate's heart leapt, David had sent her a surprise gift. She had been almost sure he had forgotten the date because of his recent stress. She pulled the tissue from the top of the bag and inside was an envelop. She tore it open and pulled out the letter. When she did, David's wedding ring fell out onto her desk. "What the hell," she thought. She began to read. "Catherine, I had planned to make this day the most special surprise I could, but this letter is certainly not the surprise I originally intended. A few weeks ago I had to change the bulb in our closet. When I did, I knocked over a shoe box. It turned out to contain a stack of letters from Robert Allen Myers. Robert Allen, does that name sound somehow familiar? Oh, yes, that is the name of your fourth child. I assume from his letter that Allen was his only child. I suppose you must have felt obligated to name Allen after his dead father." Kate felt like an ice cold hand was crushing her heart as she continued to read David's letter. "As I read Rob's letters to you, I was torn between the worst pain and the worst rage I have ever felt. I can not stay with you, the betrayal is too deep. I have loved you, and remained faithful and devoted to you for 40 years. If only you had felt the same toward me. I know your affair with Rob ended 25 years ago, but the pain is new and fresh, because I first learned of your infidelity only weeks, not years ago. I think I could have forgiven a physical betrayal, but it was obvious from reading his letters that you did not just give him your body. You did things with him in the bedroom that you have always refused to do with me. You gave him your heart and your soul, even to the point of letting him father your last child. If he had not died unexpectedly, it was clear that you planned to leave with him as soon as he returned home. Finally, after he died, you continued to deceive me for the next 25 years by letting me think that you truly loved me and that Allen was my son. I don't understand how I could have lived with you for all this time and never saw how two faced and evil you are inside. I know what I write next is purely symbolic and has no force of law, but this small symbol is all I have left. As my last act on earth, I am taking back the name I gave to you 40 years ago. In my heart and mind you are no longer Catherine Bray. I believe it is traditional to say it three times, "I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you. Goodbye my one time beloved bride, David." Kate grabbed the phone. She was shaking so badly she had to dial three times before she punched in David's office number. After five rings the call rolled over to his voice mail. Se left a quick message, "David, please call me a soon as you can." Next she called David's secretary. "Hello Mary, is David there?" "No Kate, he called in this morning and said he was taking off to do something special for your anniversary. Oh, damn it, if you didn't know then I am spoiling the surprise." "Uh – no, that's OK Mary, thanks." Next she dialed his cell. Again voice mail picked up and she said, "Honey, please call me back. I need to talk to you, to explain." She called her boss and told him she had an emergency at home, and was leaving early. She was crying so hard it was a miracle she made it home without causing an accident. "Oh God, how could I have been so stupid." She had meant to throw away Rob's letters but had just simply forgotten they were there. She arrived home and burst in the door, calling David's name. He wasn't home. After trying his cell several times over the next hour, she called the police. Their first response was to tell her she needed to wait 24 hours before filing a missing persons report. "But he left me a note that I think means he plans to harm himself." "Exactly what does the note say Ma'am?" "Well, it says that as his last act one earth he is divorcing me." "OK ma'am, we will have an office come by and talk to you." About 20 minutes later a patrol car arrived and the office knocked on Kate's door. He read the letter and asked, "Ma'am is this true? Did you have an affair years ago, and your husband just learned about it?" "Yes, it was stupid, and even more stupid to keep the letters David saw. Please tell me you don't think he would hurt himself." "Do you have a description of his car and the license number?" She got him the information about David's pickup. "I will put it on the air for everyone to keep a look out. Try not to worry too much. I am sure he is just in a bar somewhere trying to drown himself in alcohol." Kate didn't sleep a wink all that night. All night long, one minute she would beat herself up for the affair and for keeping the letters from Rob. The next minute she would sob hysterically and try to call David's cell again. A little after 10 the next morning there was a knock a the door. She opened it, and found herself staring at two police officers. "Mrs. Bray?" "Yes." "Ma'am, may we come inside? "Yes, of course. What is it, have you fond David?" "Yes ma'am, we got a call from a motel on the east side of town about an hour ago. Your husband checked in there a little after noon yesterday." "Is he OK, where is he, when can I see him?" "I'm sorry Mrs. Bray. It looks like he took his own life. The maid found him this morning." Kate passed out. The officers caught her before she could hit the floor and carried her to the couch. They laid her down with her feet elevated. A couple of minutes later she came to. Her heart felt like it had a 1000 pound weight pressing down on it. "Is there someone we can call ma'am? You don't need to be alone right now." "Yes, our son lives across town. I can call him." She picked up her cell and dialed Richard's number. "Hello, this is Richard." "Son, its mom. You need to come over right away. Something has happened to dad." Epilogue David's funeral had been this morning. It was a typical day for early winter, clear, sunny, and very chilly. The cold air matched the chill that hung over Kate's heart. Once they got back home, Kate sat at the dining room table staring at the photo of her and David cutting their wedding cake. That photo had hung over their table for 40 years. Her heart felt dead. Dozens of questions flowed through her mind. How could she have been so stupid as to have kept those damn letters? Had she loved Rob? Yes, she thought she had loved him. Did she love David? Again, yes. It sounds contradictory, but it is certainly possible to love two men at once. Why had she done things with Rob that she never did with David? She could answer that one. She was married to David and wanted not only his love, but also his respect. She feared that she would lose that respect if she gave in to her most wanton physical desires with him. Would she have left David and married Rob if Rob hadn't been killed? She really didn't know. If David had found out 25 years ago that Allen was not his son, she would have had no choice. David would have tossed her out. Maybe that would have been better. At least then he would have had all the intervening years to find peace and happiness with another woman. She knew without any doubt that if she could choose, she would choose for David to be alive in the arms of another woman instead of being dead. If he had given himself to someone else, that couldn't hurt as badly as this. Some people might think David took the coward's way out, but Kate didn't believe that. David had not killed himself, she had killed him. Yes, he was still breathing when he checked into that motel, but she had killed his soul. She had destroyed the spark that made him who he was. All he did was finish off the dead shell of a man that was left after she had crushed his soul. She had reached into David's chest and ripped out his heart. She could not claim she didn't know it was a fatal wound. Now she had to face her children and grandchildren and tell them why "Pop-Pop" was gone. In the past few days she had though of a dozen lies she could tell, but she had decided to tell them the whole, brutal truth. It was entirely her fault, and she had to face that because she owned it to the man who had loved and cherished her for so long. She could only pray that she would still have any family left after this day was done. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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