96 comments/ 70659 views/ 21 favorites Not A Bad Way To Live By: double_entendre This story is meant for an adult audience. If you don't meet the age requirements of this site, please leave now, and seek the many other more age appropriate forms of entertainment that is available to you through this wonderful concept known as the internet. When you are legally able to return to Literotica, you should still be able to view my work through its archives. All characters and events in this story are purely fictitious. This is my second positing. I must agree with many of you that said my first submission, "What the future holds" needed a bit of work. I have sense found a wonderful editor who has not only fixed most of my punctuation, grammar, spelling and general typo mistakes, but also provided me with insight on how to make my story more enjoyable to read. She has done all of this while trying to keep up with an insanely busy school schedule. It is for this reason that I not only wish to thank my editor Khepri9447, but I am also dedicating this story entitled "Not a bad way to live" to her as well. "All rise. Divorce court 132 Williams's verses Williams is now in session, the honorable Judge Terrance Bolt presiding. Please be seated." the bailiff said. Don Speaks: So here I was the one place I never thought that I would ever be, separated from my wife of 25 years by a walkway divided by two long tables. My lawyer sat on one side and hers on other; neither of them really giving a damn that a once loving family is on the verge of being destroyed by the procedure that is about to take place. I think back to a few short months ago. We seemed so happy then. Our 25th wedding anniversary was coming up, and I, being the romantic type, was planning a surprise party where we would be renewing our vows in front of family and friends. I guess I was the one who ended up surprised after all. Before you ask, no, I did not find her cheating on me, although it would have probably been easier to handle if I had. That statement alone should give you some idea of just how bad things really are. Before I get into all of that, let me give you a bit of background information. I met my wife at work, of all places. I was an electronics engineer helping to create a system of communication which could be used as an instant translator for virtual meetings around the globe. This project was going to revolutionize the industry, by making it possible for people who spoke multiple languages to be able to stage board room chats. The beauty of this system was that a person only had to speak a sentence once, for it to be translated into many different languages. All that was required was to log on and chose your desired language. After that any sentence that you spoke into the microphone was analyzed for its content, and then restructured so that it made sense, before it was transmitted to the recipient in his or her own native tongue. Kim Lee was a multilingual translator my company brought in to help solve a few of our technical issues pertaining to the perception of various accents. During our first meeting I was immediately struck by her faultless beauty. She had long black hair, which hung down to just above her gorgeous behind. Her big brown eyes and flawless skin just seemed to accentuate her natural Asian characteristics. If it isn't obvious by now I was smitten. Although I tried to be as friendly as possible, Kim seemed to be quite standoffish with me; always refusing any invitation I extended to get together after work. Even my suggestions for a quick cup of coffee, or meeting to discuss business during lunch were turned down. I eventually got the message that she just wasn't interested in me personally, and I reluctantly gave up trying to speak to her, unless it was absolutely necessary. It was a few months later when she actually came looking for me. "Don, can I ask you a question?" She wanted to know. I came back with my standard answer to that question that technically she already had. Snickering at my dry since of humor she asked me why I seemed to be avoiding her. I thought about lying and saying that I didn't realize that is what I had been doing, but I believe in being honest with people whenever possible. I know, it's not exactly a trait that will take you far in the business world, but that is just the way I am wired. "Kim, when you first started here I made every effort to be friendly, but you just didn't seem interested. I have since refined my contact with you to one of a strictly business basis." I explained. "That was my fault. Why don't we try again? How about meeting me for lunch, and we can try to get to know each other a little better?" She suggested. So that's what we did. I took her to a small Chinese restaurant I knew where the food is very authentic. She later told me that it reminded her very much of a place she used to frequent back home. That made me smile. To say we had a good time during lunch would have been a gross understatement. We laughed and joked throughout most of the meal. The only exception was when she was explaining about having been through a bad breakup with her ex-boyfriend just before coming to work for us. Kim mentioned that was the reason she had shot down all of my previous attempts to befriend her, and like the gullible fool that I am, I believed her. Lunch together became a fairly regular affair after that. We sometimes just ate in the employee break room, but often we would sneak away to our now favorite place to have our own little taste of Asian cuisine and ambiance. It was during this time frame when I finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a real date. Even though we seemed to be getting along rather well, I was still somewhat amazed when she accepted my invitation. I was so nervous on the night we went out that my hands actually shook. I took her to a nice steak house and a movie of her choosing. I was surprised when she picked a romance flick, and even more so when she reached for my hand and held it throughout most of the movie. Our first kiss came when I walked Kim to her apartment that evening, and I can still remember the sensuous taste of her burning lips as they pressed lightly against my own. After that night our relationship really seemed to take off. People at work were surprised that someone as beautiful and refined as Kim would go for a socially inept, clumsy nerd like me, but, hay, they say opposites attract right? I know in my mind that I was very attracted to Kim, and she was giving every indication that the feeling was totally mutual. That itself should have been my warning sign. When she started inviting me inside for coffee after our dates, neither one of us being heavy drinkers, our simple kisses soon turned to pretty heavy make out sessions on her couch. Kim always stopped the party before it got too intense, much to my own frustration, and what I assumed at the time to be hers as well. One evening I arrived at Kim's apartment to pick her up, and instead of being dressed and ready to go, she met me at the door in an old ratty robe and informed me that we couldn't see each other anymore. She tried to just shut the door again, but I blocked it with my shoulder, and demanded a better explanation. She allowed me to come in and immediately I could tell she had been crying. I now have to wonder if she wasn't sniffing onions to accomplish this task. Supposedly too worked up to speak, she simply handed me a letter she'd received from the immigration department. It seems that since our project was nearly complete her work visa was about to expire and she would be forced to return to China by the end of next month. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" I questioned. "We were just so happy together that I didn't want to spoil things. I knew from the beginning that my time in this country was limited. That's the real reason that I didn't want to make too many friends while I was here. The more I got to know you, the harder that decision became to live by. Eventually I just had to give in. Now I'm wishing that I had stuck to my original plan. I am going to miss you so much Don." She bawled. "We have other projects that could use someone of your skills. Isn't there some way you can get an extension on your visa?" I asked. "I've already looked into that. Unfortunately the government has tightened the rules regulating visa extensions since 9/11. I will just have to comply with their wishes and leave by the end of next month." She sadly explained. After wiping her eyes, Kim turned to me and asked if I would please just leave her alone from now on. She explained that we were far too close to each other as it was, and if we would continue seeing one another it would make it that much harder when she finally had to leave. "Baby, why don't we just get married, then you'll be able to get a green card and stay here forever?" I suggested. "Don, please understand I appreciate the offer, but I need to get married for love, not just so that I can remain in this country." She said through her tears. "Kim, can you honestly look me in the eye and not be able to see that I am madly in love with you?" I asked. "Oh Don, I love you too!" She exclaimed throwing her arms around me and burying her head in my shoulder. "I know that a lot of American men will say or do anything just to get a woman into bed. I should have known that you were different." She said while smothering my mouth with kisses. I gently pulled away from her and getting down on one knee, asked Kim if she would do me the honor of becoming my wife. "Do you really mean it?" She asked wiping her eyes. "Honey, I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life." I replied staring directly into her eyes. "Then my answer is yes Don. I will marry you." She said. Kim didn't put a stop to our make out session this time, as we made love for the first time that night. To me our coupling was the most sensual and romantic evening of my entire life. I would come to discover much later that Kim didn't exactly feel the same way. Neither of us were virgins that night, but I might as well had been. The only time prior that I had experienced sexual intercourse was at a frat house party that one of the jocks had reluctantly invited me to as payment for helping him with his studies. I didn't realize that someone had spiked the punch with vodka, and ended up pretty wasted that night. One of the sluts, that was just as intoxicated as I was decided to bet her girl sorority sister that she could seduce me. She ended up winning, though in reality it really wasn't much of a challenge to begin with. I was so drunk and horny at the time that I would have found the bride of Frankenstein appealing. The next day, of course, the bitch didn't want anything to do with me. Kim had never bothered to share with me the details of her prior sexual encounters, and being your typical insecure male, I have never wanted to ask her about them to begin with. A person could probably run for president and have to deal with less red tape than it takes to get a green card these days. Kim and I did everything short of jumping on the immigration officers desk and doing it right there in his office, to prove that we were in love and not just faking so that she could stay in this country. To me answering their questions seemed quite easy, as I was truly in love with Kim. I'm not sure how her evaluation went, but she must have been convincing enough, because we were eventually given permission to marry three days shy of her scheduled return date. Boy talks about cutting it close. Of course the entire office knew that we had a date at city hall to tie the knot two days later. While fighting with immigration, we had already had our blood test done and submitted all of the paperwork in hopes of winning the appeal. A few of the ladies insisted on throwing Kim a wedding shower. A couple of the guys got together and took me out on the town for a makeshift bachelor party. Despite their vigorous protest, I made sure not to drink too much that evening, as I wanted to be sharp and fully alert for my wedding the following afternoon. A couple of people at work stood up for us as we recited our vows to one another, before catching a plane to Hawaii for a two week honeymoon. To me it was the greatest time of my life. Kim seemed happy as well, though looking back, it probably had more to do with getting her green card than actually being married to me. I had always wanted children, and Kim seemed to as well. After trying for over a year with no results, I suggested that we both get tested. Kim agreed to this, but wanted to do it separately. We both had different doctors before we were married, and she wanted to keep it that way. My sperm count tested fine, but Kim told me that her doctor discovered that a childhood illness she encountered in China made it difficult for her to conceive. I suggested that we get a second opinion, but Kim wouldn't hear of it. She did say that her doctor said that pregnancy was still possible, though the odds of it happening weren't that great. Thankfully we kept on trying. It was about five years into our marriage that a miracle seemed to happen, and Kim found herself caring our first child. Sonya was born nine months later, with all of the beautiful features of her Asian mother and my deep blue eyes. She was joined 18 months later by her younger brother Jon. We seemed so incredibly happy during that time, that I still have trouble convincing myself that it was all for show. I had asked her doctor how Kim could have gotten pregnant so fast a second time, after we had been trying for years with no success. Her doctor sort of gave me a funny look, and said that sometimes these matters have a way of correcting themselves. Although I know I should have questioned him further about the subject I was just too damn happy to care at that moment. I was the proud papa of not one, but two beautiful children, and my new family was going to be getting all the attention that I could possibly spare, short of getting myself fired from work. Kim became a stay-at-home mom, and although we had occasional arguments, as I am sure that every other family in America did, I was grateful everyday for my loving wife and two wonderful children. The years seemed to have passed by rather quickly, and I was truly under the impression that Kim and I were still deeply in love. Our 25th year wedding anniversary was rapidly approaching, and I wanted to do something really special. My plan was to throw a surprise party for my wife where we would be repeating our vows in front of everyone. I rented a large hall, and enlisted the help of some of our friends to get everything ready without letting Kim know what was going on. Being the romantic nerd that I still was, I wanted to make a video documentary of our life together. I started gathering all of the pictures and video clips that we ever made during our vacations, holidays, special events, or just shots of us with the kids. I even asked our friends if they had any footage from my bachelor party, or her wedding shower still lying around somewhere. My plan was to get something slightly embarrassing, that we all could have a good laugh over now. I had gone through most of the footage, and had picked out what I thought was the best of the bunch. My intention was to put some of it to music, while other snippets had sound clips of what was being said at the time. So far I had everything I needed, except something embarrassing. I searched through the video that was made at my bachelor party, and because I hadn't let myself become intoxicated, nothing really seemed to fit the angle I was going for in my documentary. While going over some of her wedding shower footage I picked out a few blips that could be used, but then I noticed something odd. The woman shooting the video had set the camera down to go help one of the other ladies, but she left it recording the whole time. I could just barely make out the voices of Kim and her best friend Lin in the background. What I couldn't do is understand a word they were saying, as they were speaking in their native language. I imagined that they were probably sharing some girl talk. They say that curiosity killed the cat, and little did I know it was about to do the same to my marriage. I recorded their conversation to my computer, tweaked up the volume and separated Kim and Lin's voices. Next I ran their sentences through my companies' translator program, and was stunned at what I heard. "I still can't believe that you are actually going to marry Don Williams of all people." Lin said. "Yeah I know. I'm sick about it too, but if I want to stay in this country I don't have any other choice." Kim replied. "Why in the world did you choose him?" Lin asked. "Oh that's easy. I knew he had a crush on me from the way he would follow me around at work, and ask me to lunch all the time. I always blew him off, until I found out that they probably weren't going to renew my work visa. After that there wasn't much time to find somebody decent, so I figured that he would have to do." Kim explained. "So you are actually going through with it?" Lin asked. "Yeah, I figure that we can stay married for a few years, while I try to get my citizenship. After that I can dump him for someone better." Kim laughed. "You could always have kids. That would keep you here." Lin suggested. "Are you nuts? I'm not having children with him. I had my doctor put me on this new once a month birth control. I figure that by the time Don realizes that there is a problem I can come up with some excuse why I can't get pregnant." Kim said. "So, how is he in bed?" Lin asked. "Let's just say I'm glad I still have my toy collection." Kim replied as the two ladies burst out in laughter. That pretty much ended their conversation, as the other women returned to the room. I couldn't believe what I just heard. Our whole marriage, hell our entire relationship had been one big fat lie. I could only assume that Kim had gotten pregnant by mistake, and then decided to stay with me for the sake of the children. As you can probably imagine I was heartbroken. After having a good cry, I had to figure out what to do next. I ended up calling a lawyer friend, who put me in contact with a good divorce attorney. After making an appointment that very afternoon, I copied all my files, including the ones I just discovered about Kim to my laptop, went upstairs to pack my things, and headed for the attorney's office. I left a copy of the video, and its translation on a DVD, along with my wedding ring on the kitchen table where Kim would be sure to see it. Luckily she had planned to be out all afternoon shopping with the kids, so I didn't have to face her that night. My attorney suggested the usual splitting of the assets, and canceling of our joint credit cards. He did mention that what Kim did was illegal, and if I wanted to pursue it, she could face jail time, or at the very least deportation. I said that I would not do that to the mother of my children. When he asked how I knew that the kids were really mine, I looked him straight in the face and warned him not to even go there. The subject of paternity was never mentioned again. I used my parents as go between with my kids, so I didn't have to face Kim. If she needed to talk to me she could do it through my attorney, or if it involved the kids, my parents could always reach me. Kim tried to contact me directly many times, but I was screening all of my calls, and not accepting any, unless the caller ID showed they were from my parents, work, or my attorney. Kim's attorney requested a face to face meeting between the two of us. I flatly refused stating that I already had 25 years of lies, and I didn't need any more. With the evidence I had against her, she really couldn't make too many demands. That pretty much takes us back to the beginning of this little saga. They say that there are two sides to every story. Now you know mine. Not A Bad Way To Live Kim's version: I never really had a close personal relationship with my family, and so when the opportunity to attend college in the US, came I jumped on it. America was a lot different then what I was used to. China was very controlling, and if you had an opinion that wasn't shared by the powers that be, you had best keep it to yourself. It was so liberating to be able to speak your mind, without having to worry about what was going to happen to you for doing so. It didn't take long for me to decide that this is where I wanted to stay. I got lucky after college and landed a job at the Bradford Corporation on a work visa. I was hired to help fix some syntax problems for a new translation software that they were developing. It was there that I met my husband Don Williams. I could tell right away that Don had a crush on me, and although the guy seemed nice enough, he just wasn't my type. I avoided him like the plague, and after a while he finally got the message and pretty much left me alone. My life was going great, until the immigration office caught up with me. My work visa was due to expire in three months, and no matter what I tried I couldn't procure an extension. Not wanting to be forced to return to China, I had to come up with some other method of staying in the states. When I talked to my friend Lin about it, she suggested that I find some guy to marry me. Yeah right! I hadn't dated seriously in over a year and a half. Who in the world could I find that would actually propose that quickly. Then I thought of Don. I decided my most effective approach would be a gradual seduction. I didn't have a whole lot of time, but I just couldn't go and throw myself at the guy either. That would have looked too suspicious. I figured the best thing to do is to put him on the defensive. I strolled up to his cubical one day, and asked him why he's been avoiding me. Naturally, his response was that he didn't think I was interested in him. I lied and said that I had just got out of a bad relationship when we met, but I was over that now. I asked him to lunch and of course he readily agreed. I let him take me to some Chinese restaurant that he'd heard of, and I'll have to admit the food was pretty good. We talked about work mostly. No one would ever accuse Don of being suave, but he wasn't exactly boring either. From that day on lunches became our thing. Sometimes we just stayed in the break room, but more often than not we went out. I wanted our co-workers to see us together, in case an immigration officer decided to ask them any questions about our relationship. After about two weeks of eating lunch together Don finally got up the nerve to ask me for a real date. If the guy had waited any longer I would have probably had to ask him out instead. I guess maybe I over did it a bit when I was trying to get him to leave me alone. I would have to remember that American men have very fragile egos. He took me to a steak house, and then asked if I would pick out a movie for us to go see. I chose a romantic comedy, in hopes of inspiring him to step it up a bit. Three months wasn't much time you know, and he had practically hey hawed a third of it away already. The flick wasn't all that great, but I made sure to hold his hand practically the entire way through it. We ended up sharing our first kiss that evening. I personally didn't think it was anything to write home about, but he seemed happy, and that was the important thing. Don really hadn't tried anything sexual with me yet, and I was beginning to think I had a virgin on my hands. If that were the case it would certainly make my job easier. I switched my strategy to the good girl seductress. I would get him all hot and bothered, and then send him home with a case of blue balls. I did this for weeks, always letting him go a little further each time, but stopping our make out sessions, before any real sexual act could take place. We had a date set for Friday night, and I figured that this would be the perfect time to spring my big trap. Instead of being dressed when he arrived, I was in the rattiest looking robe that I owned. I spent half the day practicing what I was going to say and more importantly how I was going to say it. I met him at the door, with my eyes all red and puffy. It look like I'd been crying, but in reality it was just from rubbing my eyes really hard, and overfilling them with eye drops. No, I had not been sniffing onions, but the results were pretty much the same. I told him that we were through, and when he demanded an explanation, like I knew he would, I went into my story of how I was being deported. Looking back I am ashamed to say that this was probably the most honest that I'd ever been with Don up to that point. I explained how I was over here on a work visa, which I'm sure that he already knew. I told him that I had already been turned down for an extension, which was true. I next declared that we should stop seeing each other, as it would be too hard on me to get any closer to him if I had to leave. Well, back to lying again. I could practically see the wheels of his mind turning at hyper speed, as he desperately tried to find some type of solution to my immigration problem. After I shot down all his other suggestions, he finally broached the subject of marriage. Of course I couldn't agree to this right away, as I had to let him convince me of the idea. After declaring our love for each other, another lie on my part, I eventually let him have me that night. I could tell that he wasn't very experienced, and although he had a decent size cock, I can't say that I enjoyed our first time together all that much. In the end, I was thankful that I still had my toys. Even though I pretty much knew what to expect, after researching the subject, dealing with immigration was still a giant pain in the ass. If there were a world record for jumping through hoops, our names would have surly been in Genus by the time it was over with. Evidentially we must have passed their little test, because just days before my visa were about to expire, we finally got permission to marry. With no time to plan a wedding, we were just going to get hitched at the courthouse, then go on a two week honeymoon to Hawaii. My co-workers wanted to throw me a wedding shower. I personally would have rather declined, but they had all been pretty nice to me, and I did still have to keep up appearances, so I graciously accepted. Don's friends were taking him out the same night for a make shift bachelor party. I had a bit too much to drink that night, and didn't even think about the camera being on when I was talking to Lin. We had a fun time in Hawaii, and Don was definitely improving in his bedroom performance. I was beginning to think that maybe I wouldn't need to use my toys that much after all. Don wanted children, and I agreed with him to keep the peace. We both had separate doctors before we were married, and I insisted on keeping it that way. I had my physician prescribe the once a month birth control. It seemed to be my best option, as there wouldn't be pills laying around the house for Don to accidentally find. We had been married about a year when Don began to question why we hadn't conceived. After we both supposedly went to be tested, I explained to him that I contracted a childhood disease that made it harder for me to become pregnant. I didn't want to tell him that it was impossible for me to carry a child, in case an accident occurred. I also knew that he really wanted children, and couldn't take the chance on him divorcing me before I obtained citizenship. Don was of course disappointed, and wanted to peruse other options. I begged off stating that I wanted to try the natural approach a little while longer, before going that route. Don and I were getting along pretty well, all things considered, until one day when I suddenly became very ill. The doctor said that my strep throat had turned into pneumonia. I couldn't remember ever being so sick. Don was wonderful. He stayed home and took care of me. He made homemade soup, and gave me sponge baths with a cool cloth. The man was beside himself with worry. I have never experienced anyone caring for me as much as he did. I felt guilty for using him the way that I had. I also began to develop feeling of my own towards the man. By the time I was better I had decided to try and make our marriage work. I stopped taking birth control, and not long afterwards discovered I was pregnant. Don was elated. If I thought he took care of me while I was sick, it was nothing to how he treated me now. My feelings for him grew stronger with every passing day, and by the time little Sonya entered our lives we truly had become a couple deeply in love. I stayed off the birth control, and once again found myself pregnant just 18 months later. Don questioned why it suddenly seemed so easy to conceive, when we had tried for years with no success. My doctor thankfully covered for me by claiming that sometimes matters like this clear up on their own. I know he was referring to the fact that I quit using birth control, but thankfully Don did not. Our lives were going great, as it was nearing our 25th wedding anniversary. I got wind that Don was planning something really special, but none of our friends would tell me exactly what it was. I knew better then to try and get the information from Don himself. That man has surprised me on numerous occasions throughout our life together. The kids and I had gone out shopping one Saturday afternoon, and when we got back I just had this eerie feeling that something was wrong. Don's car was not in the driveway, even though he should have been home hours ago. When I noticed his wedding ring sitting next to a DVD on the table I knew that there was a problem. The man never took it off. I told the kids to go play upstairs, while I took the disc into the den to view it. What I saw on the screen nearly made me sick to my stomach. I had no idea that my discussion with Lin got recorded that evening. Don had the English translation of our conversation on the disc as well, leaving no doubt as to the fact that he knew what we had said. I sat on the couch and bawled for an over hour. I knew my marriage was over. How could he possible ever believe anything I said to him now after finding out our entire 25 years together was based on a lie? I of course tried calling him, but that was to no avail. To be honest I have no idea what I would have said if he had taken my calls. How do you convince a man that you love him, after lying about it for so long? His parents called me that night, and said that if the kids needed anything I could contact them, and they would get the message to Don. I begged them to let me speak to him, but they said that he was refusing to take my calls. They did mention that he wouldn't tell them what the problem was, except to say that we would most likely be getting a divorce. They asked me if there was infidelity in the marriage, and I swore to them that wasn't the case. His mom said she just couldn't seem to understand why their son was acting so irrational. I agreed to meet with his parents the next day. I had a friend watch the kids, while we talked. I didn't want them blaming Don for any of this. I told them the truth, including the fact that I was deeply in love with Don, though I admit that I hadn't been at the time we got married. I know they were mad at me using their son, but I think they could also see how someone in my situation could be tempted to do anything to escape deportation. No matter what I tried, Don refused to have any personal contact with me. He never neglected the children, but it was his parents would always pick them up, or drop them off whenever it was his turn to see them. His intentions to divorce me became clear one evening as I was met at my door by an officer of the court who, upon confirming my identification, handed me a stack of papers while informing me that I'd been served. At least he had taken the children that night, so they wouldn't have to see me fall apart. That was my Don, always thinking of others. I eventually had to hire an attorney of my own, and my first goal was to demand an actual face to face private meeting with him. Don's lawyer informed us that my husband refused my request, and mentioned that they were playing nice by choosing to file under irreconcilable differences, rather than fraud. When my attorney learned of the evidence Don had against me, he recommended that I be as cooperative with my soon to be ex-husband as possible. Don was actually being very generous, offering alimony, and child support that was above what he would normally have to pay. He was letting me keep the house to live in, until the children went off to college. Then we would sell it, and split the profits. All in all, he was giving me a very good deal, but I wanted more. I wanted what I had lost. I wanted him. Our divorce hearing was set for the 23rd of April. This was my last chance. I had made up my mind that Don was going to hear me out, and if it meant that everyone in that courtroom was present for my confession so be it. I knew I was risking deportation, or perhaps a prison sentence. I just didn't care anymore. I can't even begin to count the number of times on the last few weeks that I contemplated suicide. The kids would surely be better with Don anyway. We had worked out all of the technical details in advance, so Don and his lawyer were stunned when my attorney informed the judge that I wanted to be sworn in and allowed to address the court. After placing my hand on the bible, and swearing to tell the truth, I began to speak. "Your honor, the reason that we are here today is because my husband does not believe that I love him. The truth is that I love him with all my heart, and I have done so for many years. I understand that he doesn't trust me anymore. You see sir; I lied to him when we were first married. I said that I wanted children, yet I was secretly taking birth control behind his back. I know that he probably thinks that I got pregnant by accident, but that is not the case. Sonya and Jon are not mistakes! I purposely stopped taking birth control because I wanted to conceive children with my husband. I have signed a release with my physician, that allows Don access to all of my medical records, and my doctor is now authorized to answer any questions that my husband has about my past medical history. The thing is your honor that my lies actually started before we were married. You see I never really lov..." Kim was saying before being interrupted. Don Speaks: I was totally stunned when Kim's lawyer announced that she was going to take the witness stand. I had informed my attorney that under no circumstances was he to bring up the real reason for our divorce. I was not about to risk the law separating my children from their mother, but aside from that, I just couldn't bear to hurt Kim. If I were being honest with myself, which was something I've been avoiding lately, I would have to admit that I was still deeply in love with the woman. Finding out that she never loved me back hurt badly. I was sad, confused, angry and bitter all at the same time. The one emotion that I couldn't seem to feel, no matter how hard I tried was hate. I was not about to ruin her life, and I'll be damned if I was just going to sit back and let her do it to herself. "Kim, what the hell are you doing?" I asked in horror. "I'm trying to tell the truth for once." She replied. "Sir you are out of order, and I do not tolerate outburst like that or the use of profanity in my court room. Now sit down and be quiet before I charge you with contempt!" The judge exclaimed. "Your honor, please excuse my outburst, but may I have a moment alone with my wife. It is vitally important that I do so." Don requested. "Request for a recess is denied. She is in the middle of her testimony. Now sit down and be quiet, or I will have you removed from these proceedings. Is that clear? The judge asked. "Very clear your honor, but before we proceed I would like to withdraw my petition for divorce." Don said to a stunned courtroom. "Mr. Williams if you are playing games with me I assure you..." The judge started to say. "I swear to you that I'm not playing any games your honor. I suddenly realized just how much I love my family, and I am not willing to lose them over something that occurred a long time ago." Don explained. "Oh Don! Do you really mean it?" Kim asked stunned at her husband's declaration of love after everything that's happened. "With all my heart honey." He replied. "Mrs. Williams, can I assume that you are in agreement with your husband's request to end these proceeding?" The judge asked me. "Yes your honor. I never wanted a divorce in the first place." She answered. "Mr. Williams, I am not happy with your repeated outburst, nor do I appreciate you wasting the courts time here today." The Judge started to say. "With all due respect your honor you are mistaken. Saving my marriage was definitely not a waste of anyone's time; at least it wasn't to me. I do plan on paying all courtroom cost and attorneys fees. If I may impose upon you a bit further sir, I do have one final request?" Don asked. "And that would be?" The judge wanted to know. "You see sir; before this whole mess started I was planning a surprise party for my wife, to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. I wanted us to renew our wedding vows in front of everyone. Unfortunately that never took place, but we would be honored if you would agree to perform the ceremony for us now." Don requested totally stunning both the judge and his wife. "You know I see people every day come in here full of hate for the person they once claimed to have loved. It would be nice for once to see a couple walk out of this court room together and happy, instead of angry and bitter. I will grant your request Mr. Williams, and I'm sure these fine gentlemen will agree to bear witness to it." He said referring to our two attorneys. We spent our "wedding night" in a motel. Having gone without sex for several months prior to our divorce hearing, I was more than ready to get down to business, but Kim insisted on talking first. I could sense that she needed to do this, so I reluctantly postponed our coupling to hear what she wanted to say. "Don. What I'm about to tell you I have never shared with anyone else. Please sit quietly and hear me out. Afterwards I promise to answer any questions that you may have, alright?" She asked me in an almost a pleading voice. I just nodded my approval for her to continue. "You see growing up in China is very different than it is here in the states. We are taught early on that no one was to be trusted. Saying or doing the wrong thing there can get you arrested or killed. I never really got close to anyone while living at home, not even my parents. Because of overpopulation, couples are limited as to the number of children they are allowed to have. My parents were hoping for a son, and were very disappointed when I turned out not to be one. In China it is legal to kill a female child in order to get a second shot at producing a male heir to carry on the family name. Thankfully my parents didn't believe in doing this, but they always blamed me for ending their family line. I never once felt the connection with them that you have with Sonya. From the moment the nurse put her in your arms I could tell that you would gladly lay down your life for our daughter. You loved her that much. My parents never cared for me like that. I was the mistake that ended our family name. I wanted so badly to have the type of relationship that the two of you share, but alas that was never going to happen. I learned quickly to tune out my emotions, and I guess I have been doing that my whole life. Not A Bad Way To Live I was elated to get the opportunity to study in the states. I could finally get away from my parents and their disapproval over my gender. Life was so different here. Everyone seemed free and liberated. No one was afraid to voice their opinions or speak out when they didn't agree with what the government was doing. I decided quickly that this is where I wanted to stay. I eventually adapted to my new culture, started making friends, and even began dating. I was still in the process of coming out of my shell when I fell hard for a guy in one of my classes. Thinking that one day we would marry, I ended up giving him my virginity after getting a bit drunk at a party we went to. Turns out that's all he really wanted, because the following week I turned up at his place unannounced, and caught him in bed with some blond chick. As you can probably imagine I was heartbroken. I really thought that this guy cared for me, but all he wanted was in my pants. I vowed right then and there to never allow myself to be hurt like that again. I started treating everyone as pawns, only caring about what they could do for me. Oh I still dated, only this time I was the one in charge. I knew that I looked good, so I used my sexuality to get whatever I wanted from anyone who was willing to give it. I guess looking back on it now there wasn't a whole lot of difference between myself and the common whore, only I didn't see it that way, at least not at that time. After graduating I flirted my way into a position with the Bradford Corporation. Even though I was more than qualified for the job, a lot of other applicants were as well. I became so full of myself that I thought all I had to do was act seductively and the world would fall at my feet. My work visa was set to expire and nothing I tried seemed to sway my immigration officer into extending it. Terrified that they would send me back to China, I had to find some other way to remain here in the US. I remembered the crush you seemed to have on me when I first started working at Bradford, and reasoned that if we were to marry maybe the government might allow me to stay. I sandbagged you into inviting me to lunch, and then started to gradually seduce you. I could tell that you were a bit shy, so I played that up and allowed our make out sessions to escalate only so far, stringing you along as I went. I wanted you so horny that you would have agreed to anything when I was finally ready to spring my trap. My plan worked out perfectly and you proposed, just as I figured you would. Immigration was a bit tougher on us then I thought they would be, but we made it. That night at my wedding shower I ended up drinking a bit too much and didn't realize that my conversation with Lee was being recorded. I thought that we would be safe from being overheard speaking in Chinese, but I never counted on you running our voices through a translator. I know I said some horrible things, and what's worse is I meant them, at least at that time I did. My goal was to stay married to you long enough to establish myself as a citizen of this county, then get a quickie divorce and get on with my life. I never expected to develop feelings for you. I hid the fact that I was on birth control, and let you believe that I really wanted to start a family. I was initially disappointed in our original coupling, but during our honeymoon you seemed to loosen up a bit and our sex life really improved after that. We went on like that for a couple of years. I could tell that you really cared for me, but I just wouldn't let myself feel the same for you. I wasn't about to get hurt again. When I came down with a case of pneumonia I actually wondered if I was going to die. I had never been so sick in all my life. You were wonderful. You used up all of your vacation time from work to stay home and take care of me. I could see the worry in your eyes. I could feel your love. I even overheard you at night praying that I would recover. My parents never loved me the way you did. I started to feel ashamed for the way I had used you. It was then that I realized I loved you as well. In truth I probably had for a while, though I just wouldn't let myself believe it at the time. I knew that I didn't deserve someone like you, but I promised God that if he allowed me to get well I would do everything in my power to try and be the wife you so richly deserved. After I was finally feeling better I had my doctor take me off of birth control. I knew that you wanted a family, and if it was in my power I was going to try and provide you with one. When I became pregnant, I expected you to lose interest in me, at least until my body got back into shape. I couldn't have been more wrong. You became so tentative and gentle with me that I fell deeper in love with you through every passing day. I even overheard a couple of the nurses at the doctor's office commenting about how they wished that their husbands had acted like you when they were pregnant. I was so worried when Sonya turned out to be a girl. I thought that you would end up treating her the same way that my father treated me. One look in your eyes the first time you held her and I knew I had been mistaken. I could easily tell that you would be a great father to her. Since I am being completely truthful with you I am ashamed to admit that I did feel a twinge of jealously at first over your bond with her, but you showed me that your heart was more than capable of providing enough love for us both. It was then that I decided to stay off of birth control, and little Jon was the result of that decision. Don, ever since I recovered from the pneumonia, I have done my best to do right by you and our family. I know that I hurt you before, but I truly have changed. I just needed someone to show me how to give love, and accept it in return. You have done that for me. Tell me that you understand. Please say you'll forgive me!" She exclaimed as her head found its way onto my chest and tears flowed like a fountain from her delicate eye lids. "Baby I have loved you from the first moment that we met. Nothing has changed that, and I doubt anything ever will. If you had told me the truth from the beginning, I probably would have married you anyway. I wish you would have shared your past with me sooner. You shouldn't have had to bear that burden alone." I said. "You mean that don't you? You would have actually married me to save me from being deported, even if you knew that I didn't love you at the time?" She asked. "Honey, I would have done anything within my power to keep you from having to go back to that awful place." I replied. "I don't deserve someone as good as you." She stated as the tears started flowing again. I lifted her chin with my thumb and kissed both eye lids tasting the salty residue of her tears, before telling her that she was wrong. "Baby what you deserved was to grow up feeling safe and secure, surrounded by the support of your parents and family. Open your heart to me now Kim. Let me show you all the love and tenderness that you have been depriving yourself of all these years. I pleaded. "Then come with me my darling. Take me to bed. Prove that you still find me desirable even after everything that I have done. Love me Don, as only you can!" She exclaimed. And that is exactly what I did. After slowly removing her top and pants I reached back and carefully unclasp the snap holding her bra in place. I gently pulled away the fabric, revealing the snowy white globes kept hidden beneath the layers of her clothing. Next I laid her upon the mattress and starting with her forehead began to place gentle kisses all around her eyes, ears and lower neck line. She let out an audible gasp, as my tongue made its way down to her left areola, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. I next drew her nipple into my mouth and began to suck it like a starving infant searching for its mother's milk. I alternated between breasts, repeating the same procedure several times over, before allowing my tongue to trail further down her body until coming into contact with her naval region. Kim's belly button had always been a source of erogenous pleasure. I was paying extra attention to every detail, as I gaged her reaction to my invading tongue. Before continuing with my seduction of Kim's body I had one more big revelation for her. Prior to this whole divorce mess I had been secretly studying the art of sensual massage. I was going to surprise Kim with this new found ability on during our anniversary love session. Since that plan never materialized, tonight she was going to get the full benefit of everything that I had learned. I had Kim turn over, and starting with her neck and shoulders I used my strong hands to force all the tension that she had been carrying around for months out of her body and away from our lives. This was a healing process for us. I needed her to finally let go of the past, so that we could concentrate on our future. Hearing her sighs of pleasure told me I was accomplishing that very task. I lowered my head and began to plant a row of kisses all the way down her spine, feeling her shiver with each one. Not being able to hold out any longer, I slid off her panties, rolled Kim over again and immediately attached my lips to her succulent pussy. Alternating my efforts between tonguing her clit, and sucking in her sweet nectar, I had Kim thrashing upon the bed in sheer ecstasy. It was at this point that my wife started begging me to fuck her. Being the slightly sadistic person that I am, I chose to ignore this request, and continue on with my domination of her pelvic region. I licked two of my fingers and gently stuck them inside Kim's slick folds. At the same time I used my lips to suck and lightly nibble upon her sensitive clit. Not knowing whether she was she was experiencing one single continuous orgasm, or a sting of smaller ones coming consecutively I looked up and noticed a stream of tears rolling down her face as she was now pleading for my cock. Choosing not to deny her any longer, I honored her request by plunging my dick as far as I could up her slippery passage. Her bucking response was all the encouragement I needed to begin a hammering in her as if my very life depended on her upmost satisfaction. Kim was now a basket case of over stimulated nerve cells, as every fiber of her body was tingling with unbridled pleasure. Being unable to hold out any longer the two of us came together in a whirlwind of passion, lust and undeniable love for each other. Exhaustion, both mentally and physically eventually overcame us as we fell into peaceful slumber basking in the afterglow of our erotic coupling. So that is how everything went down. I surmised that Kim must actually have at least some love for me, if she was willing to risk deportation or a prison sentence just so that I would hear her out. Who knows? If Kim really is off of birth control, our night in room 69 just may produce yet another offspring to share in our love. My parents were stunned the next day, when Kim and I showed up together to take the kids with us to Disney World for our second honeymoon. We did make sure to get adjoining rooms with a locking door between them. I know some of you might still be questioning Kim's honesty after everything that has happened. To be honest, even after her heartfelt confession I still have to repress a few lingering doubts about her sincerity. After being played for a fool once, I guess that feeling just never completely went away. I look at it this way; I got 25 years of happiness out of her first lie. If she is deceiving me again I might be able to remain in ignorant bliss well into my golden years this time around. Not a bad way to live if you ask me. Author's note: I know that there are going to be some people who will hate the way I finished this story. To those of you who do, I apologize. I enjoy a happy ending, and since life doesn't always bring one, it's nice to be able to create that situation on my own, even if it is through fictitious means. In any case whether you loved this story or hated it, if I induced some form of an emotional response from you, then I did my job as a writer. Please remember that when voting.