81 comments/ 112479 views/ 11 favorites Choices and Decisions By: budd100 The first e-mail was one I would not normally read but for some reason I did and it started the whole downslide of my nineteen-year marriage. It was from Gloria25632 at a popular web site and for some reason I opened it and it read: "Your wife is really not working on Wednesday nights and Saturdays as she claims." I read it twice and then sent off a reply to find out more but to my surprise the e-mail came back with a 'not a valid e-mail address'. Two days later the following showed up in my in-box: From: Margie45623 at the same web site, but the message this time read: "Your wife will be at Margo's on Wednesday night with her lover." I tried to send an e-mail to the address but got the same message. I sat back and thought about my marriage and what had been going on the last month and decided I would be at Margo's on Wednesday. My wife Mavis had been acting strange and rejecting my sexual advances with the normal old 'I have a headache tonight', my back hurts', I just don't want to tonight' and all the other excuses that you read and hear about. My name is Paul and as I said my wife is Mavis. We have been married a little under nineteen years and have known each other over twenty. We have twin girls named Amber and Ashley that will turn eighteen in April of this year and graduate from high school in May. I met Mavis at college when she was senior and I was a freshman. Mavis is two years younger than me but I went into the Navy right out of high school and was in the 'SEALS' until I was in an underwater explosion and spent six months in a hospital before being discharged. I had healed okay but couldn't continue in the "SEALS' and I didn't want to do anything else so they let me get out and I decided I would go to college but that only lasted one year and my folks was killed in a car wreck. I dropped out of college to run the family business. The first time I laid eyes on Mavis I fell in love with her and knew I wanted to marry her. I had to chase and court her for a long time before she finally came around and we got married in June after she graduated and I inherited my folk's pawnshops. A little personal information on Mavis and myself. Mavis is 5'10" and weighs around 135 lbs. She has nice sized breasts and her butt is a little bigger than normal but she carries everything well. Her legs are her best assets as they are long and very well shaped. I am a 6' 2" 210 lb broad shouldered man with big hands and dark hair. Mavis wears her black hair down on her shoulders. As I said I run three pawnshops left to me by my parents and Mavis is a class co-coordinator for the county school system. Our twin girls were born eleven months after we married and Mavis was a stay at home mom until the girls started to school. Amber is nine minutes older than Ashley. Because of a problem she had when pregnant with the girls, we were advised to not have any more children and Mavis had her tubes tied. All the trouble started after the Christmas break. Mavis told me she had to start working Wednesday nights and Saturday mornings for a while and about that same time is when I noticed that our sex life had went down the drain. We had had twenty years of good sex with very few times when it was not two or three times a week. I had never any indication of anything going wrong before and I didn't want to believe it now but I knew I was going to check it out. I went to Margo's on Wednesday night and was sitting in a back booth. I was wearing a baseball cap and had on a shirt that I would normally not wear. I also had on dark glasses. I could have been naked with a big sign and they would not have noticed me. When she walked in with the vice-principle of our high school I could tell they only had eyes for each other and nothing else mattered. They were walking hand in hand and she would lean into him and he would kiss her on the cheek or forehead. I sat and watched them play kissy-face until she got up and went to the ladies room and I got up and put a good tip on the table, paid my bill and left. I knew I had to have more before I confronted her and I knew where to go to get the process started. I had an employee in one of my shops that had been stealing but I could never catch them. I hired a private detective and he had the goods on them in about a week. We had become good friends and still went fishing when we could get together. I called him and asked if I could come by his house and talk to him. He told me I could come over anytime. Tim had been a detective on the local police force before taking early retirement and starting his own investigation service. I arrived at his house and he could tell I was upset. He invited me in and went to the refrigerator, got two beers and took me into his home office and said, "Okay, Tell me what has got you so upset. I can tell it is not good." I told him about the e-mails and how I had went to Margo's and what I saw and asked him to set up a tail on Mavis. I explained the Wednesday nights and Saturday mornings that she had started 'working'. I told him the man she was with that night was the vice principal at our high school and gave him his name. He said, "Man, I hate to hear that and I hope it turns out to be nothing but I will get started on Saturday and get back to you when I have something." I gave him the information on Mavis, like the kind of car she drove and the tag number. As I was getting ready to leave he asked, "How much information do you want?" I told him, "I want everything you can get. I want pictures, tapes, videos and written reports if you can get them." He agreed and we said our goodbyes. I drove around for a while trying to decide what I was going to do. I knew I loved Mavis but I would not be a wimp or a cuckold. I had never even thought of being unfaithful to Mavis and I wouldn't put up with her running around on me. I went home and went in the girls' room and asked if they needed any help with their homework. They told me they had completed it earlier and was getting ready to go to bed. We said our goodnights and I went into my home office and decided I would see if there was anything on Mavis' side of the computer. I spent about an hour and found nothing out of the ordinary. When I heard her come in I switched over to my side and was working on a daily work sheet when she stopped at the door and said, "I am going to shower and get ready for bed. Are you going to be long?" I said, "I don't know. I will be up in a little while." She said, "I had a hard night. I am really tired. I will probably be asleep." I said, "Nothing new." As she was walking away. She came back and said, "What did you say?" I said, "That will be nothing new to me." She stood and looked at me but I never turned and looked at her. She stood there a few seconds and then turned and walked away. I made sure she was asleep before I went and went to bed. I got up the next morning and cooked breakfast and had it on the table when the girls came in and in a few minutes Mavis came and sat down at the table. As I walked out of the room I told the girls I would see them that afternoon. I didn't say anything to Mavis. Years earlier I had started cooking breakfast for them and I cooked supper two or three nights a week. Since I had good people running my shop I was free to work when I wanted to and I liked to cook. I tried to keep everything normal at home between Mavis and myself. I spent a lot of time running though different scenarios of what I would do if Mavis was doing what I was pretty sure she was doing. On Friday night as we got into bed, I reached over to try to gather her in my arms and she turned away from me and said, "Not tonight. I am tired and I have to work tomorrow. Please just not tonight." I said, "When?" She didn't answer. Saturday afternoon my friend called and asked me to meet him at his house. When I arrived and went in, we went straight to his office and he shut the door. He said, "I followed Mavis this morning and found out where they are meeting. I got a few pictures with a long-range camera. I will set up a video and audiotape camera before Wednesday. I am sorry but you were right. She and Rick Slawson are having what I would say is an affair. They are meeting at his cabin out on lake Weewacca. They were there from 8:30 until about 11:30. The pictures I got are through the window and are not the best quality but you can see what they are up to." He laid about a dozen pictures on the table and said, "Like I said, they are not the best quality and I will get better quality Wednesday night." They almost make me throw up. Rick was fucking Mavis in every position and way that I had ever heard of two people doing it. She was sucking his very large dick, he was fucking her missionary, doggie, up against the wall and in her ass. What really floored me was that she would very seldom suck me and the last time I had tried to touch her ass, she had told me in very plain language that I was to never touch her there if I didn't want my face slapped. I left the pictures with my friend and told him to call me Thursday when he had the others. I went home and packed a bag and waited for Mavis to get home. When she came and saw the bag sitting by the door she got an ashen look on her face and asked, "Where are you going?" I said, "I am going to Jackson. The store there was robbed this morning and I have to go up for a few days. I will be back Wednesday or Thursday." I picked up the phone and called my mothers home, where the girls had gone for the weekend. I told them where I was going and when I would be back. Mavis had gone on back to the bedroom. I walked back to tell her bye and heard the shower running. I turned and left, got in my truck and left for Jackson. I was about fifteen miles from home when my cell phone rang. I slipped my headset on and answered. Mavis said, "Why didn't you wait until I got out of the shower and tell me good-by?" I said, "Why didn't you tell me good-by before you got in the shower? Were you washing a smell off that you didn't want me to smell?" "What are you talking about?" I hesitated for a few seconds and then said in a resigned voice said, "Nothing. It doesn't matter anyway. Goodbye." She rang right back but I just let it ring until it went to voice mail and she said, "Paul, please call me. I am sorry for being such a bitch lately but we are having a problem with one of the schools and I have been uptight. I love you. Please call." I got into Jackson and went by the shop. There had not been a robbery but I had to do some soul searching and I couldn't do it at home. Jim was an old friend of my dad. He had run the store for my dad and I thought of him like an uncle. I told him what was going on and what I was doing. I asked him to tell Mavis I was not available if she called and he said he would. He said, "I won't be able to talk about the robbery either." We both laughed. I got a motel room and started my planning. I have always tried to sit down and go though different plans when I have a problem and I knew I couldn't do that at home. I wanted to get drunk but I had gone through a two-week period of that when my folks were killed and I knew that was not a solution. I wanted to go out and pick up a woman and get some revenge but talked myself out of that because it would only make me mad at myself later, so I stayed in the room for three days. I only came out to eat at a cafe next door to the motel. I knew my primary goal was to give my daughters a home life that they were used to and get them to their graduation without upsetting their routine. They had dropped out of all sports to concentrate on their studies and I was going to support them full force. I made my decisions on Tuesday and got a good night sleep. I had called the girls on Monday afternoon when I knew they would be home and we talked for a long time but Mavis wasn't mentioned by any of us. I spent the day in the shop and caught up on all the gossip and had a good visit with the employees. I got home on Wednesday just before Mavis was leaving to go to 'work'. You know her "work" as a whore for Rick. She wasn't very happy with me but I really didn't give a flying fuck but I had to be civil so I let her rant and rave because I planned on a showdown on Friday. I caught up on my time with the girls and of course they were full of questions about my visit in Jackson. I just told them I had to go up on business and I was home to be with them. I was in my office working on shop items when Mavis came in. She stopped at the door to my office but just stood there and I ignored her until she walked off without saying anything. It was about two hours later when I went to bed and Mavis was asleep or appeared to be. I went to sleep and got up and cooked breakfast and left it on the table the next morning. I went downtown and ate breakfast at IHOP and then went to one of my shops. Tim called me about one that afternoon and I asked if he could drop off what he had at the shop. He did and I spent an hour looking at the tapes and listened to the audio that tore my heart right of my chest. I wanted to go get my gun and kill a couple of people but I had my daughters to think of and I was not going to let Mavis mess up their last few months at home. I don't know how I made it until Friday night but I stayed away from Mavis and spent a lot of time with the girls. I took the girls to my mothers Friday afternoon and stayed in my office until Mavis went to the bedroom. She went to take her shower and I got everything ready for the showdown. I hadn't sex for over six weeks and I was ready. When Mavis came out of the bathroom I had been reading a sex book and had a raging hard-on. When she got into bed I reached over and grabbed her tits. She almost jumped out of the bed but I held on and threw the covers back and she saw my dick standing tall. She slapped my hands and shouted, "Get your hands off me. The way you have been acting, you won't be getting any of this for a long time." I stood up and reached over to my bedside table and picked up an envelope and pitched it on the bed and said, "You got that right but I think you better look at these while I go into the bathroom and jack-off." I turned and walked into the bathroom and heard Mavis exclaim, "Oh God. No. No. Please no. Paul, My God Paul." I was standing over the sink with my cock in my hand moving it back and forth when she pushed the door open and stood there with a shocked look on her face. She watched me for a full minute before she said, "Paul, I am so sorry. I don't know what to say. How long have you known? Let me take care of that for you." She reached out to touch me when I screamed at her, "Get out, Bitch." I shouted, "Get your ass out of here and let me get my rocks off." I had lost my erection by then and as I came out of the bathroom she was sitting on the side the bed crying. I walked over and picked up my clothes and started getting dressed. She looked up and said, " Paul, I am so sorry. Please don't leave me. I love you and only you." I walked around the bed and she slid back on the bed and was up against the headboard and she looked scared and she had a right to be for I was mad as hell but I was not going to touch her. I got right up in her face and said, "Bitch, Listen to me and listen good. Don't ever tell me you love me. Don't ever tell me you are sorry. It would just be a lie if you said it and I don't want to hear any lies. Don't say another word or I might just hurt you. Do you understand?" She just nodded her head. I walked back around the bed and picked up another envelope and took a printed piece of paper out and handed it to her. On the paper I had typed: CHOICES 1.You can leave and I will keep the girls. I will send the pictures and tapes to every person I can think of. I will divorce you and make sure you and the asshole Rick lose your jobs. I will make sure you never work in a school system again. 2.I will leave and take the girls with me. The same thing goes as for where and who the tapes go to. I will fuck up your life. There will be a divorce and the house will be sold. 3.We will both continue to live here and the girls will be given as normal of a home life as we can give them. They will not know there is anything going on and we will be as civil to each other as possible. You will not touch me in any way and I will not touch you. We will both sleep in this king sized bed. If you can't sleep here you will sleep on the floor or in the bathtub. I don't give a shit but you will sleep in this room. You will not say the words: I love you in any shape or form and the same goes for the words I am sorry. Other restrictions will be discussed if this is the choice you make. I said, "I will be back Sunday evening at two P.M. You will have your answer then. If you are not here then I will know what choice you took. You will go to your "work" tomorrow. If you don't go then don't be here Sunday." "Do you understand?" She said, "You want me to go to Rick tomorrow?" I said, "You will go to "Work" tomorrow just like you have for the last six weeks and you will not say anything to the asshole. If I find out he knows anything, if you have said anything to tip him off that I know all bets are off and your ass is in the street and his may be in the hospital or the morgue. Understand?" She said, "How can you do that to me? How can you send me off to fuck another man?" I said, "Bitch, I didn't send you off. You took it upon yourself to go and fuck, suck and let him fuck you in the ass. And from the tapes you love it and him. So don't think you can get out of this." I said, "Do you understand what I have told you?" Through her sobs and tears she said, "Yes." I said, "Two o'clock Sunday. Be here or have your shit out of here. The choice is yours." I turned and left, got a motel room and slept until noon. I had told my friend what I was going to do and asked him to be sure to continue his surveillance. I called him and he told me she had gone to the cabin at 8:30 and left at 11:30 and from what the tapes showed everything had went the same as last week. I still had some things to do before Sunday afternoon. I was sitting at the kitchen table at two P.M. Sunday when Mavis came in from the back of the house. She sat down at the table and said, "You didn't give me many choices." I said, "You didn't give me any choice, so have you made a decision?" She wouldn't look at me as she said, "Yes. I want to stay here with you and the girls." I said, "Are you sure? There is going to be a lot more to this than just continuing on like nothing happened. I want you to be sure that is your choice." She said, "Yes Paul. That is my choice." I said, "Mavis There is more to this and after I explain how it is going to be around here, if you want to change your mind or if you want to leave but what you decide today will be binding. Of course you can pack your clothes and leave at any time you want and I won't try and stop you." I continued," Vern Gosden put out a country song a few years ago by the title of "IF YOU"RE GONNA DO ME WRONG, DO IT RIGHT". I have some things in my truck for you. Be right back." I walked out to the truck and got some bags and came back in, set the bags on the floor and sat back down in the chair. I reached into one of the bags and pulled out some dresses I had bought a Victoria's Secret. I threw them on the table and reached over and got another bag and empted it on the table. I said, "Here are some clothes you will wear when you 'work' on Wednesday and Saturday. They are as sluttish as I could find. The bras are shear and see through and the panties are what they call thongs and boy short panties. The shoes are heels. I think they call them CFM shoes. The dresses are going to be short and tight. Here is an ounce of perfume that cost 150.00 dollars. It smells like horse piss to me but I was told all the sluts wear it. I can't let you drive around in that old soccer moms car so I bought you a two-year-old Mustang convertible. Here are the keys. Take your car down to Main Street Ford tomorrow. They already have a buyer for it." Choices and Decisions I sat back as Mavis stared at the clothes on the table. She finally looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "I can't believe you would want me to wear something like that. I have never worn those type things." I said, "Mavis. When you decided to be Rick Slawson's whore you changed everything. You belong to him now. But if you stay in this house you will wear these clothes when you go to fuck him. Here is some bright red lipstick to wear also." She said, "What will the girls think if they see me wearing this stuff?" I said, " They won't be home to see you leave or come back. I plan on taking them out to eat on Wednesday nights and we will leave on Friday and be back home late Saturday or Sunday of each week. As for the neighbors or anyone else, you figure it out." She got a stricken look on her face and in a weak voice said, "Where will you be going on weekends?" I said, "Anywhere we can go and get back by Sunday night by either driving or flying. I plan on New Orleans, Houston, Atlanta, Tallahassee, Nashville or anywhere there is something we would like to see. That is something the girls and I will have to plan." I said, " Mavis, when I saw those pictures, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Something just died inside of me. And when I heard the tapes and saw the video, I lost all my love for you because I knew then that you cared nothing for me. I have come to terms with that and I have to tell you if it had not been for the girls, you and your fuck-toy Rick would be dead. I will be as civil to you as I can but as I told you Friday night, you will not touch me, you will not express any affection toward me, you will not say you are sorry in any form. We will sleep in the same bedroom. I think we can do that since it is a king-sized bed and you will wear pajamas. You will impress upon your fuck-toy not to call this house. Use your cell phones for your communications. If you bring him to this house, all bets are off and I will know if you do." By this time she was laying with head on her arms on the table saying, "Oh God. What have I done? I have screwed up everything. I have driven the only man I ever loved away from me and lost my family. I don't know if I can do this, Paul." I sat there for a minute before I said, "You can take choice number 1 at any time. Choice no. 2 is off the table. That had better be the last time I hear the word "love" come out of that mouth. You can tell your fuck-toy that you love his cock in you mouth and ass and anywhere else you want to but don't say it in this house." She sat up and looked at me with that stricken look on her face again and said, "Oh My God. You have a tape of me saying that to him." I said, "Mavis, I have a tape of everything you did and everything you said to him yesterday. Yes, I heard you tell him how much you loved having your ass fucked by his big cock, how much you enjoyed sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, how much you loved his big cock in your pussy. I heard and saw it all. I also heard him say what a wimp I must be and I didn't hear you defend me at all. In fact you got that little shit-eating grin on your face when he said it." She opened her mouth to say something and then just fainted and fell out of her chair. I could tell she was still breathing so I left her lying there. I got up and got myself a cold drink out of the refrigerator and waited for her to come to. When she stirred and finally sat up, I got a dishtowel and wet it with cold water and handed it to her. I got a glass and filled it with cold water and handed it to her. She sat there for a minute or two before she got up and sat back in the chair. She opened her mouth to speak a few times before she finally said, "I don't know why you haven't shot both of us. I don't know why I let that happen. You are ten times the man he is and I wish there was something I could do but I know there is not. If you will let me stay here, I will do anything you tell me to do. Paul, I know that doesn't mean a lot to you but I will do whatever you say to do." I said, " Mavis, the girls are the only thing I care about now and they are going to have as normal of a home life, until they leave for college, as I can give them. So you will be as loving as you can act when it comes to them and I don't give a shit how you act when it is just the two of us around. Do you have any questions?" She said, "No." I reached over and took her left hand and pulled the engagement and wedding ring, the ones my grandmother and mother had worn, off her finger and said, "I don't think my granny and momma with approve of you holding his cock while you suck him off and wearing their rings." I pulled a plain band out of my shirt pocket, laid it on the table and said, "You can wear this if you want, and it is your choice." It was on her finger when I came home. I said, "Okay. I am going to get the girls and we will pick up pizza for supper. I expect you to be at the table with a smile on when we eat tonight." We made it through the next few days without too much trouble. I knew Mavis was putting on one hell of an act and I wasn't doing too bad a job myself. Wednesday night came around and I told the girls to get ready, we were going out to eat. Ash asked, "Is mom coming with us?" I just said, "No, she has to work tonight." Both girls said at the same time, "She is always working." I let it go as I went back to the bedroom. Mavis was standing there in her long raincoat and I knew it wasn't raining. I asked, "Are you ready to go to 'work'?" She hung her head as she said, "Yes." I said, "Take the rain coat off. Turn around. Lift the skirt." I looked at Mavis as she stood there in a skirt that went about half way down her long legs, a blouse that was sheer enough I could see her tits through her bra, she had on the little boy-shorts panties and they were shear enough to tell she had shaved her pussy. I walked up close and leaned over and took a sniff and said, "I don't smell the slut perfume. Did you shave your cunt because Rick wanted you to or some other reason? She replied, "I had to shave it if I have to wear the thongs and panties. I promise I will put the perfume on in the car. By the way, I don't like the car. People get funny looks when they see a woman my age driving it." I said, " We are leaving now. You can leave when you hear us drive off." As we walked toward the front door, the girls shouted toward the back of the house, "Mom, don't work too hard. We will see you later." I had to laugh, if they only knew. Everything settled down into a normal routine with a few instances happening along. Like the Wednesday night the girls and I went to The Outback. We were sitting in a booth toward the back and I was facing the door, when Mavis and Rick came and the waitperson started leading toward us. Mavis happened to see me and stopped dead in her tracks. Rick almost knocked her down before she whirled around and took off out the front door. Rick finally woke up and followed. He did have sense enough to get their coats off the rack. That night I told her I would tell her where we were going to eat from now on. Mavis had got into a routine also of spending more time with the girls and cleaning the house better. When she cooked, the meals were better and she spent more time in preparation. She paid more attention to her appearance, not only around the house but when she went to her regular job. I still sent flowers to her office every Monday morning like I had been doing for years and I still bought her a big box of chocolates for Valentines Day and on the first of each month. I still complemented her on her looks when she came down to breakfast. I would leave after they had started to eat and go down to the basement and work out. I had built up an impressive gym over the years and worked out every week but when all the shit started, I was down there every morning and most days in the afternoon or early evening. The first weekend the girls and I went to Birmingham. There was a basketball tournament going on and we enjoyed it. The girls spent an hour telling Mavis about the fun they had when we got home. I could tell by the look on her face she was not pleased. The last weekend in March, we drove to Atlanta, spent all day Saturday shopping for clothes for college. That night I took the girls to the most fancy restaurant that we could get a reservation. The girls wore one of their new dresses and I must say they turned some heads and I know there were a lot of men wondering 'what is it with this old dude and the drop dead gorgeous women'. Sunday afternoon was not pleasant for Mavis with the new clothes the girls had to show off. On the way home the girls dropped a bomb on me. They told me that Rick had started making remarks to them like "I am going to get into your panties" and "I bet you would be a good fuck" but only when there was no one else around. I knew the game had changed and I had to take some drastic action. That Wednesday night we left before Mavis but I ran by Tim's house and borrowed his car and went to a place close to Rick's cabin. I knew she would pick him up and they would go out to eat. I followed them to the restaurant and parked, told the girls to wait on me in the car. I went into the place and walked right up to the table where Rick and Mavis were sitting. Mavis got a surprised look on her face but before she could say anything I said, " Well Mavis introduce me to your work partner." She hemmed and hawed before she said, "Paul, this is Rick Slawson, vice principal at the high school. Rick, this is my husband Paul. When Rick stuck his hand out to shake I made sure I got the grip on his hand where I could put the hurt on him. After I had his hand in mine and secure I sat down in a chair and pulled him downward. I said, "Sit down Rick." I now had his hand below the table so I put more pressure on his hand and said, "Asshole I think it is time for a little talk. My daughters have told me you are making advances toward them. I know you are fucking my wife but I will kill you and her before you touch one of the girls. Mavis, did you know your fuck-buddy was making passes at my daughters?' I glanced over at Mavis and she had a look of horror on her face. I turned back to Rick and said, "Asshole I think it might be to your advantage for you disappear from this town. You see I know you have fucked up three marriages now. You fucked two other teachers, Mrs. Sanders and Mrs. Turner. Now both are divorced. You are a piece of shit and I will gladly flush you if you get my meaning. If you are still around come Friday, give your soul to God because your ass is mine. Do you understand me? I would like to show you what a wimp I am." I took one harder squeeze on his hand and heard some bones pop and he got a sickly look on his face. I dropped his hand and walked out. The girls and I went and had a nice supper. Mavis was home when we came in but she didn't come out to meet us. She was lying face down on the bed when the girls went in. I saw she had taken off her slut clothes and put on her pajamas. She said she had got sick to her stomach and came home. I asked her if I could get her anything and she said, "No, I am feeling better now that I am home. I took a seltzer water." When I went to bed that night Mavis was waiting up for me. She said, "Paul I can't do this anymore. I took the asshole back to his cabin and he thought I was going to go in and everything was going to be the same. He tried to get rough with me. I told him about the tapes. I hit him in the face with that bottle of perfume. It broke and cut his face and now my car stinks. When I told him you was in the "Seals" he got a funny look and got out of the car. What are we going to do now?" I said, "I guess you better find yourself another big cock if you are going to get any fucking in the future. If you quit 'working', you won't be starting back. I will kick your ass out so fast your leaving will cause whirlwinds in the area." She said, "Oh. God. NO. NO. There will be no more of that. I have learned my lesson. I hope that ass doesn't try anything stupid." I said, "I will be watching him close for a few days." I went the kitchen and called Tim, told him what had happened and ask him to put a tail on Rick for few days. Thursday afternoon, Mavis came in from her regular job and came in the kitchen where I was cooking and sat down at the table. After a few minutes she said, "Rick came into the office this morning with a cast on his hand up to the elbow. He resigned his position and told the superintendent he had a job offer from private school in New Mexico. He didn't come anywhere near me." I said, "Good. He is not rid of me just yet. I will see him somewhere down the road." As I was setting the table I told her, "The girls and I are going to rent a car and go to New Orleans and go onboard the Delta Queen. We will get off in Natchez, rent a car and be back here Sunday night. I am going to get them out of school at noon tomorrow." She sat there for a minute or two before she said, "I would like to go with you all. I never get to go with you anywhere." I said, "That was your choice. You have been too busy with your 'work'. I made the reservations for three and you can't change them at the last minute." During supper, as the girls was all excited and talking about the trip on the Mississippi river Mavis said, "If I can't go on the boat with you, can I drive you to New Orleans and then pick you up in Natchez? That would save the rental car cost and I will only have to get a room for two nights." The girls seemed to like the idea and we agreed that was the way we would go. That night in bed, after the lights were out, Mavis said, "Paul, I know I don't have a right to ask this but I would like to be included in your trips. Since I won't be 'working' nights and weekends anymore, the girls might think it strange if I don't go with you." I thought about it and said, " It is okay with me but it changes nothing between you and me." She said, "I understand and thank you." I heard her crying later before I dropped off to sleep. The Wednesday night suppers and the weekend trips continued with Mavis along and I tried to enjoy them but I must admit I missed my time alone with the girls. Somewhere in there Mavis started to put her hand on my arm when we were walking. I decided as long as she didn't try to hug me or touch me skin-on-skin I could live with it but only for the girls' sake. One night after we had eaten supper, I went down to the basement to work out while Mavis and the girls were going over some schoolwork. Mavis came down in a loose top and tight shorts and said, "Paul, will you set up a workout routine for me and teach me how to use all the equipment?" I told her I would but she had to go and put on sweats. When she came back, I put her through a light workout and told her she should try for at least three times a week. Before we left I told her, "Mavis go and get an athletics bra. You don't need your tits bouncing all over the place." She looked at me a grin on her face. Something had been bothering me and I needed to take a trip and check it out so I told Mavis and the girls I would be out of town for a couple of days. I left on a Monday and was back on Wednesday. It was more enlightening than I expected but also more devastating. Graduation came around and the girls found out both of them had won full scholarships to the state college. At the ceremony, when they walked across the stage, Mavis threw her arms around me and cried on my shoulder. When she realized what she was doing, she pulled back and with her head down, she "Paul, I am sorry. Oh God I don't know what to say." I didn't make a comment or move. I just let it pass. We only had two weeks to get the girls ready and to the college because they were going to summer school. We had been putting money into a college fund for the girls since their birth and now that all of it wasn't needed, I decided to give the Mustang to them and let Mavis pick out a new SUV. That is what she had always wanted. I bought new computers, one each, for the girls and they asked if I would transfer the info from the old one to their new ones. I did and got another surprise. I promised the girls I would buy another car after a year if they kept their grades up so each would have their own. They were elated. They had requested a room together in the dorm and it was granted. We packed up their stuff in my pick-up and off we went on a Saturday morning. We got them settled in, said our goodbyes, and Mavis and I started home late. Mavis curled up in the seat facing the door and went to sleep. We arrived home about nine PM. I went in and put on a pot of coffee and Mavis went back to the bedroom. I was sitting at the table when she can in, poured a cup of coffee and sat down across from me. We sat in silence for about ten minutes before Mavis said, "Well Paul, What happens now?" I sat there for a bit and then said; "I was just thinking that I haven't had any pussy in over six months and I guess it is time for me to start looking." She said, "Paul you don't have to look far. I told you I would do whatever you wanted me to do and it still stands. I will suck you, fuck you and let you fuck my ass. I am yours to do with as you want." I sat and looked at her for a long time before I said, "Mavis, I want to ask you some questions. Please don't lie to me. Was Rick the first since we married?" She dropped her head before she said, "Yes. The only one." I said, "Do you remember a George Witt or a Patrick Knutt?" She said, "Yes, they were both teachers at the city high school quite a few years ago. I only met them once or twice. Why would you ask that?" I said, "If I remember right, not long after we got married, you worked with George a couple of nights a week for about six weeks. And correct me if I am wrong but I think it was about the time that you discovered you were pregnant with the twins. If I remember, we only had sex on the nights that you didn't work. Am I right?" Mavis said, "God Paul. I can't remember all that. Where are you going with this?" I said, "Mavis, That little trip I took about three weeks ago, I went to see George and we had a long talk. I had to get a little rough with him before he would talk but he told me he was screwing you every night you were "working'. I got a sample of his saliva and had a DNA test run. I had already had the girls and mine run earlier. I hate to say this but I am not the biological father of Ashley and Amber. George Witt got you pregnant. I wasn't able to find...." I had to stop because Mavis had fainted and fell off her chair. I just let her lay there until she came around. She finally sat up but stayed on the floor. I continued, "I couldn't find Knutt but George was real eager to give me all I needed to know. I threatened to sue George for 18 years of child support and he was happy to spill his guts. You 'worked' some nights with Knutt after the girls were born. George was happy to reveal that both he and Knutt were blessed with above average cocks." I got up to get another cup of coffee and Mavis said, "Does the girls know?" I waited until I sat back down before I replied, "No, but they do know all about Rick. In fact they were the ones who told me that you was running around on me. They were the ones who sent me the e-mails. When I was downloading the data from their computer I ran across the addresses Gloria25632 and Margie45623. So all the shit you put us through for the last six months trying to keep everything normal around the house and they knew as much or more than I did." I stopped and took a couple of sips of coffee before I continued; "I don't think I ever told you that I found out about you fucking around on me from two e-mails. I could never find who sent them until last week. So, to answer your offer of a fuck. I wouldn't fuck you with a borrowed Cock. With all the large cocks that you are accustom to I imagine it would be like opening the window and fucking the world." Choices and Decisions I got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned Mavis was back in her chair and had her head down on her arms. I said, "Mavis, I have sold the two stores here and I took half of the college fund. You can have the house and everything in it except I will be over and pick up my exercise equipment. I am moving to Jackson and I will run that store. You can get the divorce when you like but don't try any shit. I can still ruin your retirement with the county. I promise you I won't unless you don't accept my terms. Is there anything you would like to say to me or ask me?" She looked up at me with tears streaming down her cheeks and said, "Paul I am so sorry and I do love you. I hope one day you can forgive me. You have been much better to me than I would have been to you but you would never have done anything like that to me. I am sorry that I rejected your attempt at anal sex so long ago and I am sorry I didn't suck you off every day. If I had done those things for you I think I could have stayed true to you. I pray that you may forgive me someday. I picked a sack off the floor and set it on the table and said, "Here are the tapes of you and Rick. My lawyer has the only one he needs. Everything is in here. It is your choice what you do with them." I turned and walked out. Epilogue: It has been two years since I walked out and moved to Jackson. I have only heard from Mavis through the girls. She still lives in the house but she doesn't date and she never filed for a divorce. I have been living with a widow for about six months but my feelings are that I will never marry again. The first one took it all out of me. Amber and Ashley still consider me their "Daddy" and I see them about every other month. It took them a while before they could go home to visit Mavis and I think it is still a chilly environment when they do. I have found Rick through the Internet and he is still on my list. I will write the story when, "I repeat when, not if" I decide the time is right. That will be my choice and my decision. Comments will be appreciated. I know I am a piss-poor writer and I am trying to get better. So don't knit-pick. Just do a kick-ass comment if you must.