0 comments/ 86131 views/ 15 favorites She's the One By: Agena My name is Bill Erwin; I'm 36 years old and have my own business as a building contractor. My business isn't big, only four employees including a book keeper, and an old barn which houses my equipment, building materials and a small office. My wife, Sara, works as a licensed real estate broker for a local firm and does quite well at it. I primarily build upscale custom homes, which are always in demand in spite of the ups and downs of the economy. Between the two of us we make well into six figures every year. Sara is the same age as I and we went through high school together; graduating in 79. We started dating in our junior year and had our first sex in our senior year. It was the usual unsatisfying romp as we were both virgins but, as they say, practice makes perfect. So by graduation time we were going at it pretty good. Her parents were understanding and had put her on birth control. We found out that we both liked sex and she especially liked to ride my pole cowgirl fashion. The back seat of my old car really took a beating. It wasn't obvious at the time, even though we thought we were in love, it was just lust. We both enjoyed sex and felt comfortable doing it with each other to the exclusion of all others.. I'd like to mention that Sara was a 'late bloomer' and really didn't start to gain those delightful female attributes such as breasts and a figure until her junior year when we started going together. When she did start to develop it was like watching a rose emerging from its bud into the sunlight and I was most appreciative of the results as were most of the guys. I was certainly glad I'd discovered her first. In our senior year a lot of the guys started hitting on her but not being used to the lustful attention of the mail population she chose to stick with me for protection I guess. By the time we graduated she was basking in her new-found popularity and starting to flirt with other guys to my dismay. We knew however that our relationship was all going to end when we graduated. She was going to her dad's alma mater at a university out of state as her folks could afford the out of state tuition. My folks weren't as quite as well off nor was I quite as academically inclined, so I would be attending the local community college with my field of study in small business management. My dad was a carpenter and I enjoyed working with him at building projects on my summer vacations but he wanted me to go into business for myself. Anyway, she went off to college and the parting was hard because we were used to fairly frequent sex and we thought we were in love. I tried to get down to see her on the occasional weekend in my old car but we slowly drifted apart. I didn't see too much of her again for about four years until we ran into one another at a CW bar in town I liked to attend. It had line dancing as well as the music I liked and I'd met quite a few girl's there. I was making pretty good money then working in the building trade, gaining experience and doing minor repair and remodeling jobs on the weekends getting ready to go into business for myself. I was standing with my buddy Drew at the bar with a long neck Bud when Drew, who was facing the door, nudged me and gestured with his head to look behind me. Drew and I go back to grade school and he knew about my earlier relationship with Sara. Looking over my shoulder I saw her. Sara was standing near the door with two other girls looking the place over. I guess it was their first time there and checking out the lay of the land as we all do when we're in new territory. She looked incredible and my cock twitched at the sight of that great body in the tight jeans and T shirt I remembered enjoying that last year of high school. If anything it had improved with age. Suddenly, as she gazed at the bar I saw her face show recognition and a smile lit up her face as she started toward me while motioning her friends to follow. "Bill, its been a long time." she spoke as she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I felt those magnificent breasts pressing into my chest and my cock gave another lurch in my pants. "Its good to see you again Sara." I said as I enthusiastically returned her hug. "You remember Drew don't you?" "Oh sure, Hi Drew. These are my friends, Sally and Remy." Sally was a tall slim red-head and Remy was a perky, well developed blond. Both girls appeared a little nervous about being in a CW bar/dance hall. "Hi, do you guys want to get a table?" I asked trying to put them at ease. Heading over to a table near the dance floor I noticed every guy in the place following us with their eyes. Seating ourselves, I caught the attention of one of the waitresses ans ordered us a round of drinks. Drew waved over a buddy of his to join us and we were quickly involved in a new round of introductions and getting acquainted until the drinks arrived. Sara and I began to bring each other up-to-date on events in our lives over the previous four years. As we were talking I could feel myself responding to her in a way I never had with any other girl before and in the back of my mind a chant seemed to be repeating, "this is the one, this is the one, this is the one". I think she was hearing it too because she put her hand on my arm and kept it there as we talked. I found out that she had just graduated with a BusAd degree and had taken a job at one of our larger real estate firms in town. She was in a training program and hoped to get licensed within the next year. Sally and Remy were friends from college who were down for the weekend. She admitted that this was their first time in a CW bar but they'd heard it was a good place to meet guys so they'd decided to try it out. Squeezing my arm and looking into my eyes she told me, "I'm glad we decided to come here." "I'm just as glad, Sara." I responded. The rest of the evening we danced and talked. Other guys tried to cut in but she just told them no and stayed close to me, holding hands if we weren't dancing. It was obvious that we were about to become an "item". I was living in my own apartment now and later that evening we all adjourned to go there where we partied together for awhile and then the others left. Drew gave me a wink when he left arm in arm with Remy. They had seemed to hit it off really well that evening. That night started our long term relationship. The sex was just as good as it was when we were in high school and Sara admitted she'd been intimate with couple of guys in college but she thought I was the better lover. She never wanted to discuss her college days and I didn't really want to know. I was so in love with her by then that I didn't want to know anything that would disturb that feeling of euphoria that bubbled up in me when I was with her. Besides, I'd done my own catting around so I couldn't blame her for something I'd done too. Of course I'd had sex with other girls and had learned a few things. An older woman had taught me the joys of oral sex and I was quite accomplished at worshiping a pussy. When Sara and I had sex when we were teenagers all that was involved was fucking like rabbits but as we began our new relationship love was now part of the mix as well as our more experienced intimacies and it blossomed into a strong relationship. We doubled dated a lot with Drew and Remy. They had become an item too and being mutual friends it seemed appropriate to chum together. I wasn't surprised that they announced their engagement a few of months after they'd met. I felt that Sara and I were almost to that point in our relationship and I was in the process of buying her an engagement ring. I'd talked to Drew about the possibility of a double wedding but Drew told me that Remy wanted a wedding back in her home town where her parents still lived. He did inform me that Remy had admitted that while she, Sara and Sally had been in college that they'd been the favorites of the fraternities on campus because of their willingness to participate in group activities of a sexual nature. He didn't elaborate but I got the picture. He told me that Remy wanted to start their married life without fear that someday someone might appear who knew about her past and try to exploit it. Drew said that he was more than satisfied with her promise of future faithfulness to him and their marriage. I wondered about Sara's lack of honesty on her past, but considered again my own previous love-life I decided not to pursue talking with her about what I'd found out. Still, it bothered me, since my history seemed to be tame compared with hers and I had several disquieting moments before we were married when I recalled what Drew had told me. When I finally proposed, Sara was delighted. We were at an Outback Steakhouse in a secluded booth and were having our coffee after a filling dinner when I brought out the little ring box. Her eyes opened wide when she saw it and when I opened the box and saw the engagement ring I'd selected she squealed in delight. Some of the other diners that could see in our booth smiled as I slipped it on her finger and proposed. "Sara, will you be my wife?" "Oh yes!! Oh yes!! I will. Oh, I'm so excited. Yes my darling, I will be your wife." she exclaimed as I came around the table and slid in beside her; taking her in my arms. We kissed to the accompaniment of clapping around us as more diners and staff became aware what had just occurred. We were slightly embarrassed as we broke our embrace and nodded to those around us. The attention we'd generated soon died down and we sat together drinking our coffee and talking in low voices. Periodically, the waiter came and refilled our cups with coffee but otherwise we were left alone in our own world exchanging loving kisses. I don't know why but what Drew had told me about Sara, Remy and Sally suddenly came to mind and I thought That this might be the best time to establish my position on fidelity in our marriage. "Sara," I said with a light kiss to her lips, "You realize this is forever. I pledge myself to you for as long as I live. There will be no other." "I love you too, Bill,.and I will always love you to the day I die. We are forever. There will never be anyone else for me either." She then returned my kiss; lightly at first and then I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lips for a brief second. Enough to make my cock surge in reflex and the promise that touch implied. We had pledged ourselves to one another that evening and I knew our wedding would just be a formality to endure. I felt at peace and hoped that I could put to rest the stray, doubting thoughts that teased me occasionally. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Our wedding followed about four months later and we went to Maui for a week of honeymoon. Then it was back to work building my business and she returned to her job. Of course she had moved in with me weeks before so we didn't have too many changes in our existence now that we were man and wife. When we were together we indulged ourselves in love and lust and any doubts I might have had were dissolved in our passion and devotion to one another. We had set our goals in our marriage to continue to live in the apartment and to save and build our own home in five years and then consider parenthood. It only took us four years and we had our own home and a year later we had our first child; a girl we named Betsy Anne after our mothers. Two years later we had a son and named him Jason Michael after our fathers. While the children were young Sara cut back on her work hours to be a stay-at-home mom. Sara had always been a health freak and after birth of the kids she dove into physical fitness and managed to keep the figure she had when we married. She was still one sexy lady and she tended to dress the part. Sometimes it was embarrassing to be out in public with her and watch the reaction of the other guys. Life was good. Our family lives revolved around our two children and the rest was involved in getting my business started. Even though we'd been married a few years my love for Sara was just as strong as the day I decided that "she is the one." Our sex life may have suffered a little but I thought the frequency of our intimacies was more than adequate; anyway she left me with the impression she returned my love and was satisfied with our bedroom activities. Every once in awhile I would recall what Remy had told Drew about her and Sara's promiscuity in college and not being a guy who likes unpleasant surprises I would discretely check up on her but never found anything that hinted at any impropriety. Of course being a real estate salesperson she had a lot of flexibility in her work genre and hours that I couldn't track but I was satisfied. The social aspect of our life was related to a close tie with Drew and Remy as our best friends. Of course we had other acquaintances but we chummed with them almost exclusively. We arranged our vacations together and met often during the month. Friday night was always a preset dinner date followed by dancing at one of the better clubs in. Drew and Remy had two children a couple of years older than our but they enjoyed playing together with ours so our back yard barbeques in the summer were happy times. A couple of times a year I went to an out-of-state builders convention to keep up with the latest trends in new materials and appointments that help sell an upscale home. I was always happy that Sara could call on Drew if she had a problem while I was gone. Drew worked as an electrician for a local electrical contractor and I sometimes used him on some of my jobs. I'd thought about hiring him myself but I thought being his boss might interfere with our friendship. Remy worked in administrative office of the local hospital as assistant administrator and I think she was hoping to take over the administrator's job when he retired someday. She was a very smart lady and I thought how lucky Drew was to marry her even though she'd put on a few pounds after the birth of their kids. As we approached our mid thirties Sara started hinting that she would like to go off birth control pills and since we'd decided we wouldn't have any more children that one of us should have ourselves fixed so that pregnancy would no longer be a concern. "Besides." she said, "I constantly worry about the long term affects of taking them and Remy told me Drew had a vasectomy and she feels much better not having to take them.." "OK, honey. I have to go to that builders convention in Omaha City next week and I'll be thinking about it and give you an answer when I get back." "So, my buddy Drew had it done. I'll have to talk with him and see what's involved. Before I go to the convention." I thought. "Thanks Bill, I'd really appreciate your understanding. I'll show you how much I appreciate it tonight." And she did. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A couple of days later I had a chance to talk with Drew about his vasectomy and after listening to him and his experience with it I decided I'd go ahead and get one too. However, I wouldn't tell Sara; since it was such a simple out-patient procedure I'd surprise Sara and have it done while I was at the convention. With this thought in mind I said my goodbyes to the family a few days later and took off for Omaha and the convention. Sara was a little as she didn't like to sleep alone but we reassured one another with our 'love yous' with a farewell kiss and I was off. In Omaha I checked the yellow pages in my hotel room and found a doctor who advertised a quick, painless, no-scalpel vasectomy and I gave his office call. I was pleased that he had an opening for an appointment the following day that would be a visit for the initial evaluation. When I explained that I was only in town for a couple of days and was doing this ad a surprise for my wife receptionist assured me that she felt if everything turned out okay in the initial visit she could squeeze me in for the procedure on the following day. That sounded satisfactory so I made the appointment for the next morning. I went to bed that night in a good frame of mind even after my nightly phone call to Sara was normal and I thought how happy she would be when she could give up taking her birth control pills. I didn't sleep well that night thinking about the operation and after a light breakfast headed to the doctors office which was in a medical office complex nearby. After filling out all the forms including providing a medical history the nurse took my blood pressure, weighed me and took a blood sample then after a brief wait the doctor came into the small examining room. He was an elderly gentleman who recognized my nervousness and put me immediately at ease by explaining the procedure was very simple and I would be given a local anesthetic which would make it all relatively painless. This was pretty much what Drew had told me but I was still a little nervous about someone handling my most sensitive and valuable appendage but I decided to go for broke anyway. He told me that he usually had his patients give him a sperm count before the operation so he would have a base line for comparison afterward so he would need me to give a sample before I left the office. I hadn't expected this, in fact I'd never given it much thought but his nurse seemed to be matter-of-fact about it when she took me to a small room, handed me a specimen bottle and told me as I entered, "You'll find what you need in here." before closing the door; leaving me isolated inside. I looked around the room and saw a small TV with DVD capability, a stack of DVDs, various men's magazines and a Lazy Boy chair. With the help of a Playboy centerfold that looked like Sara I quickly achieved my objective and leaving the specimen bottle on the designated shelf, returned to the examining room. The doctor rejoined me in a few minutes and told me that there was a lab in the medical complex and he would ask them to expedite testing my blood and semen samples. He asked me to leave a phone number where I could be reached, but unless I heard from him I should plan to be at his office for the procedure next morning. I left my cell phone number with the nurse and headed for the convention center. Later that afternoon I received a call from the doctor on my cell phone that upset me very much. After introducing himself the doctor went on to tell me the results of my semen test: "Mr. Erwin, I need to tell you that the results of your tests were negative. You don't need a vasectomy since you're already sterile. You are not producing sperm in sufficient quantity such that you could have a chance to produce children. " Needless to say I was shocked for a few moments before I could respond. "How could that be?" "I see by the medical history you filled out that you had mumps as a child. That could be the cause of your condition." "I remember it as just a light case of the disease. Would that have been enough to make me sterile?" "I can't say Mr. Erwin but you can have our finding confirmed with your own doctor when you get back home. In the meantime I've cancelled you appointment for tomorrow because I think the operation would not make much sense in your case. Let us know if there's anything more we can do for you." "Thank you doctor." I told him as I hung up with my mind still in a whirl of confused thoughts and then iy hit me. If I was sterile, who was the father of Betsy and Jason? Before I did anything I had to get home and confirm that I was sterile before I could do anything else. I didn't want to make a mistake that would devastate my family. Knowing I wouldn't be able to function until I got confirmation, I immediately called and changed my plane reservations to head home that evening. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I arrived at our home airport about 9:30 that evening, picked up my car in the parking lot and checked into a nearby motel. I'd done some thinking and planning after I'd calmed down and decided to hold off going home until I'd confirmed my sterility. If I went home early I'd have to explain why and I didn't need to make Sara suspicious until I was sure. She's the One The next day I went to a local clinic and asked to have my semen checked. I didn't want to use our family doctor in case word got to Sara somehow. After the undergoing the checkin process I was given another specimen bottle and shown into a room where I eventually relieved myself with an adequate sample. The clinic told me it would normally take two days to get results and I told them I would pay extra to have it expedited. They told me that the specimen was tested at a lab a few miles away but they could express it over and have results the next day if I wanted. I told them to proceed as quickly as possible and gave them my cell phone number with strict instructions that I was to be contacted using it only. I would return the next afternoon to pickup the test results and pay my bill. I spent the rest of the day in my motel room to minimize a chance of being spotted by friends or acquaintances who might mention it to Sara. I ate dinner in the diner next door and when it got dark I decided to see what Sara was doing while she thought I was out of town. I'd been thinking about what Remy had told Drew about her and Sara's college days and I wondered if that had a bearing on what had happened with Sara. Maybe she got bored with our married lovemaking and decided to expand on it. Once she'd had a taste of wild sex in college she couldn't forget about it. I drove over to our house and parked up the street where I could watch who came and left. The sky was threatening and I could see lightening in the distance. By the direction of the wind it looked like it was heading this way. I usually called about 7 PM when I was out of town and I was planning to call at my regular time on my cell phone when I saw Drew's car pull into my driveway. I couldn't see who was driving but assumed it was Drew. I wondered what had happened that she had to call him over? But then I saw the garage door go up and he pulled inside in my parking spot. I watched with a growing certainty that my best friend had bee cuckolding me for years as the garage door closed behind him. Before I let my rage build I had to know for sure. I would try to stay nonjudgmental until I knew for sure, but something was seriously wrong in my life and I had a feeling I was getting closer to the final answer. Was Drew the father of my children? I would need to establish paternity if it was confirmed I was sterile so I would have to tread lightly on this until I was sure. Before I made any move I thought I'd better get my 7 PM call over with so I called home. Sara answered almost immediately. Hi honey, you're right on time. How are things going?" Trying to keep my voice normal I responded. "Things are going pretty well. I haven't seen much new but I did get a handle on a new tile that looks interesting." "Bring me back a sample if it looks good. I've been thinking about redoing the guest bathroom." "Okay. How are things going there?" "Fine. The kids are over to my parents for the night. They wanted to have them for an overnight stay." "It must be pretty lonely there by yourself. Are you nervous?" I had to get in a little dig because I knew Drew was there. "No, I'll set the security alarm and I'll be OK. I wish you were here though I think I hear thunder." "Have a good sleep in that lonely bed. Talk with you tomorrow night. Bye." Cutting her short I wondered if she noticed or that I'd not told her "I love you." I had to be careful though until I received confirmation of my sterility the next day. It wouldn't be good if I went off half cocked and ruined a good marriage with false accusations. Still, the proof was already there. Drew had been inside our house with Sara for over half an hour now.The fact that they wanted to get his car out of sight when he came over was evidence of more than a stopped up sink. I continued to sit there and watch my house as the storm drew close and began to do some thinking and planning. It was beginning to look like Drew may be the father of our children if I were sterile. That meant she had been cuckolding me for at least six years and maybe more. The fact that she had gotten pregnant from another man indicated that she must have very little respect for me. Of course if she didn't know I was sterile and assumed they might be my children it meant she was having sex with Drew or someone else bareback without concern she might get pregnant and that was just as disrespectful as the first option so there was no way our marriage could survive. Its funny that I'd never picked up on that disrespect in our years of marriage and either she was a very good actress or did love me but could separate herself from that love and have sex with someone else and even risk pregnancy by him.. If the test came back that I was confirmed as sterile I should get DNA samples from Betsy and Jason and compare it with my DNA and Drew's. I'd have to get a sample of his somehow. With the information from those tests I would be in a position to confront Sara and maybe get some answers as to why. I would need that for closure in my marriage. It was now two hours since I saw Drew go into our house and it was starting to rain as the lightening got closer. I realized it was time to make a choice. Should I go in and confront Sara and Drew or should I wait for the test results. I decided to leave and wait for the test results but the evidence so far seemed to be damning. Besides, I needed to piss badly but I could not see anything that could save our marriage. She'd been cuckolding me for years and had provided me with her lover's children to raise. I would check the semen test results tomorrow and then take action if they confirmed my lack of fertility. There wasn't any use waiting for DNA checks on the kids. I just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. I would have about fifteen hours to plan what I was going to do and when I was sure I would act quickly and decisively. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next afternoon I was in the motel room lethargically watching afternoon TV when my cell phone rang. "Mr. Erwin?" "Yes, this is Bill Erwin." "Mr. Erwin, we received your test results back from the lab. Do you want the results over the phone or do you want to come down to the clinic?" "Tell me now and I 'll stop around and pick up a copy of the report later." "It seems that you are essentially infertile, Mr. Erwin. Your sperm count is almost non-existant." "Thank you, That's all I need to know. I'll be down shortly to pick up a copy." "All right, we're open until 6 PM." So there it was. I had to accept the fact my marriage was over. I couldn't live with a woman who had so subtly disrespected and cuckolded me. The children I thought were mine were someone else's responsibility now. It was time to see a lawyer, close the accounts and do all the things you do when you're going for a divorce. Further thoughts of DNA testing were dropped from my thoughts as a rage took hold and a need for revenge sidetracked rational thinking. I immediately called our attorney's office to get a recommendation for a divorce lawyer. After receiving the names of two attorneys that specialized in divorce I called one of them and made an appointment to see him the next day. Then I called our bank, stock broker and insurance agent to make appointments for the next day and begin separating myself financially from Sara. The emotional separation was going to be much harder and traumatic to achieve. I had loved Sara for many years and it was difficult to turn it off as quick as the material connection. I just had a hard time determining why she had done it, but I suppose at some time during the divorce process we might have a chance to talk and she would tell me the reason. Some of it probably could be traced back to her wild days in college and she couldn't settle down to married sex. Maybe I'd never know. I'd always thought she was satisfied with me as a lover, a husband and a father but I must have missed something along the way. So here I am, trying to deal with a cheating wife who's had kids I didn't father. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next day was a busy one for me. I went to the bank and began closing credit cards, closing and opening accounts to separate our funds and then on to our stock brokers to do the same. I proceeded to our insurance agent and removed Sara and the kids as my beneficiaries and finally to me lawyers to change my will. All the time I was doing this I was accosted with sad looks and head shaking but no one challenged my decision. I was doing what I had a legal right to do so nothing could be said. When I got to the divorce lawyers I was tired but ready for the final step. I layed out my case for him and told him what I wanted. "Mr. Erwin, have you taken the time to talk with your wife about this?" "No, I can't face her without possibly doing her some physical harm. I just want to get a quick divorce without child support or alimony. Let her pursue the father of her children for child support and she makes as much money as I do some years so there should be no alimony. "Well, it seems you have some proof of her infidelity since these reports say you are essentially sterile but it may not be proof positive if you want to pursue the divorce based on adultery. DNA testing would confirm your allegations. But if you didn't want to wait for that you can use irreconcilable differences as a reason." "If its fast then that's what I want but I don't need more testing to confirm this in my mind." I exclaimed in righteous indignation. "Alright, I'll get the paperwork started and have it filed tomorrow morning. It should be ready to serve tomorrow afternoon." "That sounds good." I told him as I prepared to leave. Before going I told him where Sara worked and when she would be home to meet Betsy and Jason home from school so they would know where to find her. I left the lawyer's office feeling terribly sad. The euphoria and thrill I'd felt that morning about getting revenge on Sara seemed to have evaporated. It dawned on me that I had just cut myself off from the kids I'd raised and the family I'd cherished for so long. As I got in my car my cell phone rang and I checked to see who it was before answering. It was Sara so I just let it go to voice mail. She sounded a little upset and concerned. "Bill, what's going on. I tried to use our joint credit card and it was refused. Do you know anything about that? I tried calling your hotel room in Omaha and they said you'd checked out day before yesterday. Where are you? Please call honey, I'm scared something is wrong." It had begun, I thought as I deleted her message and turned off his phone. Its only going to get worse from now on. I couldn't shake the pall of sadness that hung over me like a black cloud as I headed back to his motel. The feeling stuck with me the rest of the day and I found I had difficulty sleeping that night. Next morning I called my foreman at the job site and let him know I was back in town and would be out to see him later that morning. I decided I would have to get a new phone with a different number so I could continue to work while avoiding Sara. I stopped and took care of that right after breakfast and threw the old phone in the glove box. When I got to the job site I checked progress and then decided to head home and move myself out while Sara was at work and the kids were at school. I'd have to find a furnished apartment quickly to have a place to live. Before I left I gave the foreman my new phone number and asked him not to give it to Sara. When I got to the house I found Sara's car was gone so I pulled into the garage and went inside to start packing what I would need for the short term. We would have to have a division of assets before a final disposition of our material possessions could be made. I was in our bedroom putting clothes in two suitcases I'd taken from the attic when I heard a voice behind me. "Weren't you even going to say goodbye?" Sara had come home to pick up some papers she'd forgotten and found me. I was momentarily shocked. I hadn't planned on our meeting yet. "H-h-hello Sara. I wasn't expecting you to be home." "Obviously Bill." she responded sarcastically. "Now will you tell me what's going on? I've tried calling until I ran down the battery on my cell phone, but now I want an answer." I thought, I might as well get this over. Sara, remember before I went to Omaha we talked about me getting a vasectomy?" "Yes, I remember." "Well, while I was in Omaha I decided to surprise you and have it done there since I found out it was such a simple, painless procedure. Before doing the surgery the doctor took a semen sample from me and discovered that I'm sterile. Needless to say I was shocked. How could I have two kids and be sterile. I came back to town early and had another test done here which confirmed the test donw in Omaha. Now you tell me who's the father of our kids? I'd really like to know. I suspect that it's Drew or maybe you didn't keep track because you thought you were back in college." I said with a sneer. Her face got red as she listened to my story and when I'd finished she screamed at me. "There's only one father to those kids, YOU ARE. I've never been unfaithful to you. Before we were married we promised to be true to each other and I've never had another man but you." Then how can a guy who's sterile have kids and why was Drew over here the other night and never leave?" "I don't know why your sterile. Have you talked with a doctor? That wasn't Drew over here the other night, that was Remy. You know how nervous I get at night when you're not here and there's thunder and lightning so she's been coming over and sleeping in the guest room." "Why didn't you tell me she was here when I called the other night." "I didn't want you to think I was such a big baby that I needed someone here for support." I was beginning to get a feeling I may have overreacted to this whole situation but as any husband would do I couldn't go down without a fight. "Hell, why talk with a doctor. As far as I know you're sterile or your not. I had mumps when I was a kid and I suppose that's what caused it. That means I've always been sterile and I didn't father your kids." "Well, get used to the fact that they're your kids because no one else has ever been inside me and it wasn't an immaculate conception." I was confused. We'd been screaming at one another and my throat was getting sore as well. "All right, let's calm down. There's got to be a good reason for this." I said in what I hoped was a conciliatory tone. "What we're going to do right now is go get the kids out of school and go down to the clinic and get some DNA samples of you and them. When that's done we're going to see Doc Kline and ask him to explain how you can be sterile and still have kids. But make no mistake buster; they're your kids." This sure didn't sound like a person who was lying or bluffing and I was starting to get a queasy feeling that I may have jumped to a conclusion I couldn't support in the argument. I meekly followed her out to her car and sat quietly as we drove over to pick up the kids. The school didn't comment as we collected Betsy and Jason and headed to the clinic. I could tell Sara was upset because she had her lips pressed tightly together and she drove with a grim determination. The kids were confused by what was going on but they knew something was the matter so they didn't say much. I took the kids into the clinic for the DNA samples while Sara phoned Doc Kline's office on her cell to get a chance to talk with the doctor briefly. She knew the receptionist and was able to get fifteen minutes that afternoon. The clinic told me they would have the lab results back I two days at the earliest but I was beginning to think that it would be a foregone conclusion that the Betsy and Jason were mine. Studying them I could see a very obvious family resemblance that I hadn't paid much attention before. Dropping the kids back at the school we drove back to our house without speaking. I wanted to say something, but she just told me we'd talk when we got back home. It was starting to look pretty grim and I was going to be the one at fault even though I thought I'd acted properly under the circumstances. If only she wasn't so positive in her position that the children were mine I When we got home she parked her car in the driveway and left it there. I followed her inside but didn't say anything as I didn't want to stir up anything more until this issue was resolved. "We need to talk." she stated flatly and led the way into the kitchen. Seated at the table facing one another she began. "Bill, do you want a divorce?" I thought a moment before responding. "If it turns out the kids aren't mine and you've been unfaithful then the answer is yes, but alternately if this turns out to be a terrible mistake then no, I do not want a divorce." "That sounds fair but it concerns me that you automatically assumed that I was unfaithful and began divorce proceedings without talking to me first. It seems to me that you were just looking for an excuse to leave this marriage and this family." I knew I had to be careful here. It would be a couple more days before the DNA test results would be available to confirm my stupidity and I didn't want to damage our relationship any more than I already had. It was time for sweet talk. "Sara, I may not say it a lot, but I love you very much and I can't imagine my life without you and the kids. When I discovered I was sterile I guess I went a little berserk and did things without really considering the consequences. In retrospect I should have waited and talked to you before initiating any action. Let us talk to the doctor this afternoon and see if he can come up with a logical explanation for my sterility and then go from there. You cannot imagine how devastated I was when I thought you had been unfaithful to me and that Betsy and Jason were not my kids. I'm asking you to forgive me for not talking to you first." She sat and listened to me while I talked but I could see her start to relax a little when I' finished. "Alright, let's have lunch and then head over to the doctors." She didn't say any more but began preparing lunch. I knew she was reserving judgement for now and I hoped that was a good sign as we ate in silence. We were ushered into one of the doctor's examination rooms shortly after arriving at his office. When the doctor joined us I explained what I'd found out about my lack of fertility and showed him the test results from my semen. Then told him that my wife positively states that I am the father of our children. He studied the test reports briefly and then looked at my medical record. "If you are the father of your children then there must have been some event or illness that occurred after they were born that would have affected your sperm production." the doctor observed. "Do you remember any incidents that might have affected your testes since then?" Suddenly, Sara spoke up. "Do you remember last summer when you were playing in a softball game with your team from work. You were playing shortstop and a line drive was hit to you and it took a bad bounce and the ball hit you right in the crotch. You weren't wearing your aupport and you were sore for a week afterward down there. I tried to get you to go to the doctors but you wouldn't go." I suddenly recalled the incident and I was immediately dumbfounded that I'd never given it a thought in all that had transpired in the last few days. "Oh my gosh, that could have been it. I never gave it a thought. What a stupid jerk I am. Could that have caused my problem doc?" She's the One "That might have damaged the tubes that carry the sperm from the testes or damaged the vein that provides the cooling blood to the testes or a combination of both. We would have to do testing to determine the cause but yes, that incident could have made you sterile. With time it might partially correct itself." "Oh my god!" I moaned. "What have I done." Sara, just sat there looking at me. EPILOGUE The DNA tests did confirm that Betsy and Jason were mine. Also, I did get that vasectomy just in case. With time Sara forgave me. Maybe from that incident she found out that I had a very low tolerance for infidelity on her part. Of course, I played it pretty close to the vest for quite awhile until she decided she wanted to keep me around.. The most embarrassing thing about the whole incident was having to go back and correct the changes in our financial status. I think some of the ladies at the bank and at the insurance office had in inkling why I wanted to change our accounts back to their previous state and couldn't resist giving me a small smirk of satisfaction. The one thing I'm really thankful for is that I never confronted my buddy Drew with my suspicions. I can only hope Sara never tells Remy what I did. THE END She's the One "What do you mean naked? Tick check?" I blinked incredulously at Melissa. "Exactly that, a check for ticks on your body. You have to check everywhere on yourself and it helps to have someone check the spots you can't look at. Last thing anyone needs is to get Lyme's disease because they were too shy." She leveled her gaze at me. With a groan and a pout thrown in for good measure, I slid into the tent. When Melissa clambered in after me, I moved to the back of the tent and started to pull my shirt off, shaking my head at having to do this. It was certainly not something I'd envisioned the first time she'd offered the chance to do a little backcountry camping. Granted I'd never been before and wasn't exactly sure what to expect beyond the views posted on Instagram. Still though, this just seemed a bit much to me but I went along with. After all, she was the expert. While she zipped up the door to the tent, I chucked my shirt and sports bra into the corner next to the foot of my sleeping bag. My hands hesitated over the nylon belt of my shorts before I sighed and started to undo the strap and snaps. Sure, I'd been nude in front of other women before in the locker room plenty of times. Well, okay, only the times when I had been playing sports. But still, it bothered me a little to feel so embarrassed to get naked in front of Melissa. It was for a good reason but that didn't stop the blush from wanting to rise up my neck and into my cheeks. Melissa's t-shirt landing on my head pulled me out of the daze, her giggle snapping me back to reality. Quickly I pulled her shirt off of me, but not before I noticed the light, delicious scent wafting from the fabric. That surprised me a little, I didn't expect it to smell so good. Before I could ponder that, Melissa laughed again at me, this time a heartier, throaty chuckle. "Awww embarrassed, are we?" She grinned at me, already down to her panties. Her olive skin glistened lightly with sweat, the little droplets curving about her body to drip down between her full breasts on their journey south. I could feel my eyes being drawn to those cherry red panties and yet I resisted, reminding myself that I didn't think of women that way. Still though, the temptation linger in the air, thick and full. "No, uh, just taking my time and enjoying not walking." I bluffed and proceeded to undo the snaps and belt, pulling off the shorts and panties as soon as I could. The cool air felt fantastic on my skin, which despite the claims of the clothing being breathable, had felt rather stifled during the hike to the ridge. "Uh huh," she just nodded. Melissa fished about in the top compartment of her pack for a moment before producing a Ziploc bag with several white cloths in it. "Wet Ones, helps me to feel fresh after a long hike. Might make the tick check a little more pleasant too. Want one?" "Ummm sure, I guess might as well." I slipped my hand into the bag, shaking one of the wipes free from the rest. Lifting up one breast gently, I slowly began to wipe the sweat off of me, sighing happily at feeling a bit cleaner with each slow stroke. The sound of Melissa scooching around on the nylon bags grabbed my attention, just long enough to see her legs splayed out while she ran the cloth over her puffy lips. I'm not really sure why but I couldn't help but watch as her hand slowly stroked the cloth along the tender folds. The bright pink of her snatch beckoned to me, mesmerizing me as it appeared and disappeared behind the puffy lips. A few shakes of my head brought me back to the reality of what I was watching and the blush that was fighting its way up my neck. I glanced up to Melissa, noting that she seemed too engrossed with her task to have paid my actions much attention at all. With a little sigh of relief, I turned back to wiping myself down and not looking forwards to the idea of being checked over.