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What Now?
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)

***

My wife cheated on me for thirty-three years. (MF,
wife, cheat)

***

CHAPTER ONE

I'm George and my wife's name is Dorothy. 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

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