45 comments/ 88861 views/ 6 favorites Superstitious Me? Of Course. By: hansbwl Thank you Angel Love, for reading through and correct me where I make mistakes. * It is not logical, that me, an intelligent man should be superstitious. But I am, and it has brought me into trouble. Well to say it brought me into trouble is not quite right; it was my wife that brought our marriage into trouble. But it was my superstition that helped her to cover it up, but the end result would have been the same. Why I was superstitious is easy to explain, and this is how it happened. I was 26 years old, had got myself a business degree, and a good job with one of our towns big and renowned companies. One sunny Sunday afternoon I was at the fairground with friends, and while some of them did target shooting, I was sitting in a booth with an old soothsayer who was reading my hand. She told me in no uncertain terms – or so I believed – that during the next few days I would meet a person that would be important to me. I asked her if she thought I would meet my love for life. She replied that as far as she could see that was a possibility. But she cautioned me, said I had to be careful and not rush into things. The next Saturday I was invited to a party. When I walked in I immediately saw HER. She was not what you normally would call a classic beauty, but she had a pretty face and a very good smile. When I walked up to her, I saw the most gorgeous clear blue eyes. I presented myself, and she said her name was Judy. I soon discovered she had a good soft voice, and we had a lot in common. But the soothsayer had said I had to take things easy and not rush. So I did not monopolise her, but circulated and talked to the other partygoers as well. During the evening we ended up talking several times, and before the party ended I had her telephone number and a date. Only a few dates after our first meeting, I was in love. And so was Judy. Six months later she moved in with me, and we were an item. Our friends saw us as a couple. The next year was good, and Judy was a pretty but shy girl, and dressed very conservatively. She had a lovely body and was great to be with. The lovemaking was good; she liked the cuddling, and intimacy in bed, but would only engage in vanilla sex. No cock sucking, no anal but soft good lovemaking, and she wanted it every night. I did not complain. We wanted to buy a house, but could not afford it. We both had good jobs, but houses in the neighbourhood we wanted were too heavy an investment for us. One day I was sitting in my dentist's waiting room reading my Horoscope for the week. I am a Taurus by the way. It said; "This week will be a good week for you. You may expect a turn to the better for you, it may be that you will have a good experience, some very good news or even an unexpected financial windfall." Later that week I won $98,358 at the lottery. We married and bought the house of our dreams, and we were ready to start a family. I started to be a bit anxious about my prospects in the company I worked for. Promotions had skipped me a couple of times, and I wondered if I should seek a change of career. Then I read my Horoscope on Sunday afternoon, where it said: "You may receive an interesting offer soon. But be careful; do not jump on any proposal without thinking it through. The first is not always the best." So I was not surprised when I got an offer from one of our competitors to take a better job with them, with an increase of 10% on my salary. But thinking about the Horoscope, I told them I had to think about it. And sure enough, a few days later my boss called me into his office. He told me they where pleased about my performance, and offered me a better job with a 25% increase in salary. Our competitor applied for chapter 11 a year later. Is it strange that I started to be seriously superstitious? Time went by, Judy and I lived a happy life, and a couple of years after moving into our new house we had a lovely daughter. Our sex life was as before. Good but not exciting. She liked to cuddle and to be sweet talked to, and the slow and good lovemaking. Her repetoir did not change, and if I tried to go down on her, she stopped me, only conventional sex please. Except for that, I was content, and had no reason to be concerned. I gave her what she wanted, but to be honest, she did not give me all I wanted. But you have to be reasonable; it is too much to have it all. She was a loving wife, good mother, good cook and all the rest you reasonably can expect. I had no reason to be dissatisfied, but I was, deep down. But I did not know it at the time. We had been married 5 years when she expected our second child. She was a little more than 7 months into her pregnancy, and one day she had an appointment with the gynaecologist. I was at the local mall doing some shopping in the hardware shop. Before leaving I spotted a fortune-teller sitting in a booth with a large crystal ball. I went over to her for fun, asking if she could read my fortune. You know me by now, superstitious me. She began to tell me what she saw in her crystal ball, but they were just generalized things. This made me a bit angry. "Tell me something of real substance," I demanded. She looked at me, and then intensely at the ball, and said; "I can see you are married to a wonderful woman. I can also see that she is pregnant, let me se if I can see if this is you first child or not. No it is not your first born, I am sure it must be the second." She looked at me once more and asked if she was right. "Yes you are, but can you see the baby's sex?" I replied. "Of course" she said, "But you will only know if I am right in about a month or two, and I have a 50 pct chance to guess the sex you know. But I am not guessing, I can see you will be the proud father to a nice little baby boy." When I was about to pay her, she said: "My normal fee is $25. I will come back to this stall in three months time. If I say to you, no money now, but you seek me up three months from now and pay me $50 when you know I am right, will you accept the proposal?" "Sure" I replied, "And if it is a daughter I don't owe you anything". "Yes" she said, "But you are going to have a son". Two months later our son was born, and I was the happiest man in the world. Lovely wife, daughter and now a son. Good job, steady income, I was in heaven. But how long was Adam in paradise. I was there three more years, then something happened that made a change. Not immediately, but I got to worry about Judy in a way I did not expect. She had never given me any grounds for believing she was anything else but a faithful wife. Our lovemaking was as before, and she dressed a bit timid, and did not use sexy clothing and even after some pressure from me declined to use flimsy sexy underwear. Then by shear coincidence I found a box filled with the sexiest underwear you could imagine. It was stowed away so I should not find it, under a double bottom in one of her drawers. After dinner, and when the children had gone to bed I asked Judy, "I have always felt your love for me, and I have never had any reason to believe otherwise. Is this still true?" "Yes of course Kevin, you are my only love, have been and will be, why do you ask?" I noted she had gone slightly pale, it could either be bad conscience or she could be scared about what this conversation could lead to. So I followed up: "Today I had to do a repair job in our bedroom. I had to move the heavy chest of drawers you use, and to lighten it I took out all drawers. I lost the grip on one, and it fell to the floor and all the contents spilled out. I found that the drawer had a double bottom, and the lower part was filled with the type of sexy lingerie I want you to wear, and you refuse so use. I am confused Judy, why are you keeping this secret from me, and do you use it meeting other men?" She looked at me, a little paler still, and said; "It is not what you think. I love you and only you. I have hidden the lingerie because I did not want you to see it. It is not mine; it belongs to one of my friends. I bring it in to the office for her to use when she want to feel sexy. Her husband is the opposite of you; he refuses her to have lingerie like this. She asked me to store it for her one day, when I told her about the chest of drawers with the double bottom I had. That's all Kevin." The explanation was believable, so I did not push the matter. When we went to bed we had our nice little cuddle as usual, and she said quite convincingly that I was her absolutely only love, the children excepted. A few weeks later, I was still a little uneasy about the lingerie, and her explanation. But her behaviour was as usual, and there was no sign of any cheating going on. We where at the mall, and when we passed the booth with the fortune-teller and her crystal ball, Judy looked at me and said: "Why don't you ask her to predict your future, while I do some shopping for a pair of shoes at the shop next door?" As a strong believer of such nonsense, I sat down and asked the soothsayer to look in the ball and come with her prophesy. It was the same lady who had told me I would have a son. She recognised me and asked me to relax and listen. "You have a loving wife and a nice family, and I do not see more than the two children. But I can see you are worried. I don't know why, but I will concentrate on you and maybe I can find out," she said, and sat hunched over the crystal ball for a while. She mumbled something, and said; "I don't think you need to be worried. Your wife is a good wife for you, but I see that she has caused you something that bothers you. But I don't see anything that is wrong. It looks like she is covering up for somebody else. I cannot see who she is covering up for, and how it is done, but you can relax, it must be another man that should not relax. I cannot see who this man is, but I think you don't know him because there is no aura around you that links to this man." She looked up at me and said that was all she could see. She smiled and asked for her $25. The lingerie long forgotten, I did not look for any tell tale signs anymore. A month later I told Judy I had to take a tree day trip to Detroit, and would be back Thursday afternoon. I was very lucky, and finished my meetings Wednesday afternoon, and decided to take a late plane back Wednesday, especially since it would be our 10th Valentine. I would be home around 11 that evening, but it would be better to sleep in my own bed and cuddle Judy and celebrate a late Valentine, than lying in a hotel bed alone. When I paid off the taxi outside our house I saw a strange car in the driveway, and there was very little light in the ground floor windows. My heart skipped a beat and I got a very uneasy feeling. I felt nausea. I let myself in quietly, and heard slight noises from the bedroom. I took off my shoes and went silently up the stairs, and as I heard obvious fucking noises in the bedroom, my world fell apart. I heard her voice asking some guy in there to fuck her hard, and I heard her asking her lover to do all she would not let me do, and do to him all she would not do to me. After a while the fucking noises stopped and I heard the following conversation: "Judy, I really love you. You are such a wonderful woman. Why don't we divorce our spouses and marry." "John, because I don't love you. I love Kevin. He is the only man I love." "If you love Kevin so much, why do you fuck me?" "You just said it; I fuck you, but make love to Kevin. It may be difficult for you to understand. But you are only a fuck toy, nothing more. It is the thrill to do the forbidden, just as much as the fucking itself. Kevin is my loving husband who makes love, we don't fuck. He cuddles me, he whispers nice words in my ears, and I am his lovely wife, mother to his children and he the pillar in my life." "But what will happen if he finds out?" "He won't, because I am careful. I never keep my lovers for more than 3 months. Usually they last only 1 to 2 months." "Have you had other lovers?" "Yes, every year or so, when I get the urge, I go out finding myself a fuck toy. When I find a candidate, I seduce him and have a lot of fun for a few months, and then I let go of him. I have done this since before we married, and I enjoy it tremendously. It has been easy to keep him in the dark, because he would think my other life is so totally out of character that he never will be suspicious. However, a few weeks ago he got a hint, but I took care of that. So he is quite happy now." "Judy, you really have me curious, how did you take care of his suspicion?" "Kevin is very superstitious. It started when he met me. Some fortune-teller read in his hand that he would meet somebody of significance. He met me. Then his Horoscope told him he would have a financial windfall, and he won $98.000. Then his Horoscope said he would have a good job offer, and he got promoted with good pay. Then, and this is really funny, he was sitting in a fortune-tellers booth, where she was looking for his future in a crystal ball, when I saw him. I had been to a routine examination at the gynaecologist, and they had done an ultrasound scan and told me the expected child was a boy. When I strolled into the mall and saw him, I walked up behind him to say hello. I heard him tell off the fortune-teller, asking her to tell anything of significance. I was standing behind his back, and made sign to the woman that I was his wife, and pointed at my tommy, and I told her by forming my mouth – second child, boy – and I left and went home waiting for him to come home and telling me that we expected a boy. It was a big laugh really." "Well this explains why he is superstitious, but how could this take away his suspicion?" "He found some of my lingerie I use when seducing men like you. I told him it was not mine, but I kept it for a friend. He was not absolutely convinced, so when I saw the fortune teller back at the mall. I went up to her, and for $100 she promised to tell Kevin what I wanted him to believe. So when I came with him to the mall the next day, I just suggested he should have his fortune told while I was shopping for shoes. It worked perfectly. But John, I do not want to challenge the fate any more this time, so this is the last time you will fuck me. Your 3 months is at end anyway, so please fuck me really good as a farewell present. It will be a year till my next fling, so make me remember this." I didn't need to hear more. I looked into the children's room and saw they where not there. They were luckily sleeping over at somebody's, which was good. The next few minutes would be unpleasant. I went silently downstairs and found my digital camera, and programmed it for a rapid picture sequence. There was light in the bedroom I could see through the small opening, so I only needed to push the door open slightly and start the sequence of still pictures. I zoomed in on the faces, and after taking a long series of pictures I switched on the blitz, went into the room and snapped a couple of pictures in their face. Judy screamed, John looked like he was in shock with his mouth hanging open, and I shot a picture of that also. After a few seconds Judy saw it was me and started to cry. "It is not what you think Kevin, I love only you, you must believe me. I fell for John only in a weak moment. Please Kevin, believe you are my only love," she cried. I looked at Judy with a sad glance and told her; "I believe you Judy, but I have to punish you." "Thank you Kevin, you will not regret this, I will make it up to you thousand times over, and I will do whatever it takes for you to forgive me." "Judy" I said "You are jumping to conclusions. I said I believed you loved me. I do, but I don't love you anymore. My love for you disappeared tonight, and I have no feelings left for you. I will not forgive you. I have been outside this door 20 minutes and heard all that you told John here. You are a Jekyll and Hyde person. You are Jekyll with your lovers and a Hyde with me, and I cannot accept to have only bit and pieces from you, not the complete woman. You chose to satisfy your own needs without considering mine, you wanted to have the cake and eat it. No woman can treat and deceive a man like you did, and get away with it. My punishment will be that you will live the rest of your life without me. I will never cuddle you and whisper nice words to you again, and you will never have the thrill of doing the unforbidden, because you can in the future fuck whoever you like. And you don't have me as a pillar in your life anymore. If John here wants to keep this between us, he will testify to a judge all what you told him about your affairs from before we married and until today. I will have custody of the children, I will keep the house and you will only take your personal belongings with you, and of course the complete bedroom furniture with the interesting chest of drawers and the bed. You will keep sufficient cash for a down payment on a decent flat, big enough to have the children on visits. You are still their mother, but it pains me that they have such a slut for a mother. So in your own and their interest you better behave in the future." She looked beaten, she understood she had lost, and in time she would know the magnitude of her loss. I felt slightly sorry for her, but the enormity of her betrayal made it easier for me, there was no doubt. My future would be without Judy. On my way out of the room, I turned towards Judy and asked; "Do you know which day it is today?" "No" she replied. "It is the 14th of February, I told her. "Downstairs you will find 10 red roses, my Valentine gift to you," and quietly I left the room and Judy. I am not superstitious anymore. The end Superstitious Me? Of Course. Pt. 02 MY SUPERSTITIOUS HUSBAND. Angel Love, you are gem, thank you. My husband wrote a story about how I deceived him. This is my story, but to get any sense out of it, you have to read Kevin's; "Superstitious Me? Of Course," first. My story starts where Kevin's ends.... With tear filled eyes I saw Kevin leave the room. His last few controlled words hit like daggers in my chest, and I was completely numb. I sobbed uncontrolled, until I felt John's arm holding round me. I woke as from a trance, and pushed his arm away and said, "Sorry John, I don't want your sympathy. I have screwed up royally. You should dress and leave the house. I request you to contact Kevin tomorrow, and write the affidavit he requested. Write what you heard me telling you, nothing less nothing more." "Judy, I don't know what to say, is it really true that you have fooled him for 10 years?" he replied. "No John, it isn't. But there is no way that he will believe otherwise. He heard what I told you. If you try to defend me, it will only make matters worse. If he asks you to, tell how many times we were together, and where, be honest. He will not hurt you, and he will not use what you write against you, because I will not fight him and I will take what he chooses to give me. You saw he hardly noticed you, you were of no significance to him, in his eyes you are not worth using energy on." John sat there as in thought, turned toward Judy and said; "It was like I was non existent, I would have preferred if he had shouted at me and even given me some physical punishment. I felt he belittled me by his lack of acknowledgement of me being there." "Yes John, that is exactly his ways. He once told me that if any man needs to use his fists to win an argument, he has lost. Go home to your wife John, and be a good husband to her. I am sorry I seduced you and dragged you into this mess." After a little pause I continued; "We will not meet again - ever. Don't contact me please, just leave." After John quietly left the house, I went downstairs where I found the bouquet of roses, the last roses I ever will receive from Kevin. I unpacked them, trimmed the stems and put them in a vase. They were beautiful, and my tears rolled down my cheeks. I knew I would meet many difficult days ahead. The next morning, I collected the children who had slept over at the neighbour's and sent them to school. I called my office and told them I would stay home that day for personal reasons. We have a small home office, and I went in there, started the computer, and opened the mail program. There was no incoming mail, Kevin had not sent me a message yet. I decided to send him a message, and in the subject field I wrote: "Practical matters." Dear Kevin, There are no words that can express how sorry I am that I hurt you, and also our children. I will not ask you to forgive me, I would never have forgiven you, had you done to me what I did to you. But that could not happen, it is not in your character, you are a better and more complete person than me. I know that now. I expect you will ask for a divorce, and you can rest assure, I will not fight the settlement if you choose that route. I will accept whatever you find I deserve. I will appreciate if I could keep 50 pct of our joint deposit so I have the down payment on a flat not too far away. The children will be better off in the house where they have all their friends nearby, and I will help you in all possible manners with the children. I will never say one word to your disadvantage to them. You need to organise some help in the house, an aupair or a housekeeper. In the meantime, I propose to stay in the house until you are organised, to make the food for the children, sending them to school and their activities; to help them with their home work, to wash and mend their clothes, to clean the house and all the other chores. However, this is to your discretion, I move out when you tell me to. I will use the next few days to find a flat, and pack only my personal belongings. The bedroom furniture you can give to charity, I don't want it either and I will only need a single bed. After you have settled in your new situation, and I in my flat, I will send you a new mail for your information. I will tell you truthfully what happened. You will probably not believe me, but I need to do that for my own conscience. Hopefully you would not see me as such a big slut, as yesterday's conversation with John led you to believe. If you find in your heart, that there is the slightest possibility for you to come past this, I would be overjoyed, and of course be at your disposal at any time. However, I do not expect you to. My sincere apology, Love Judy Kevin's reply was civil and courteous. He didn't comment on my invitation to talk. I didn't believe he would so that was no surprise. We agreed on the practical matters, and five weeks later he lived in the house with a middle-aged house keeper, and I in a flat not far from the home we had shared all these years. His lawyer had made out the divorce documentation, and Kevin had been more than generous. He wanted to make some changes in the house, and I got the essentials to furnish my flat without the need to buy much. I signed the documents and left them in the reception at his office. Then I wrote him the following e-mail: Dear Kevin, Thank you for your generosity. I have signed the documents and delivered them to your office. You are free to process them as you see fit. I have one request to you. Please keep the documents in your drawer until you meet another woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. This might seem a strange request, but I can tell you that I will not date other men as long as you are single. If you at one point meet somebody you get attached to, and she moves in and or marries you, then I might consider seeing other men. But as long as you are free, I want to live in the hope that you would consider me as a friend and a possible companion in some way. I will never expect you to forgive me. This is what happened, and why I said what you heard to John: For eight years I was a completely faithful companion and wife. You never did anything to make me dissatisfied with you. You had asked me many times to wear more revealing clothes and sexy lingerie. I always declined. You also asked me to be a little more adventurous in bed, and I declined. I liked your soft and tender ways, I loved to cuddle up to you, and I loved the beautiful way you made love. Two years ago, I was as you may remember on an over night stay in Denver. After dinner in my hotel I sat in the hotel's dance bar enjoying a drink. I was asked by a nice man to dance, which I accepted. I ended up sitting at his table and talking, and dancing. He bought me a couple of drinks, not more. But he fooled me, he must have spiked my drink with something, because I lost my defences completely. I was both present and not present, and remember everything. I was completely at ease with no feeling I did anything wrong. I don't think anybody can understand unless they have been in the same situation. I ended up in his room, and of course he made love to me. He made me do things with him I had never done before. He was not considerate, he was rough and fucked me like I had never been by anybody else. I was completely at his mercy. Next morning I woke up in my own room – alone – and the night was just like a strange dream, and I felt a tremendous guilt. When I got home, I tried to forget the whole episode, and for some time almost succeeded to do so. But after a year or so, even if I enjoyed the good sex I had with you, I started fantasies about the rough sex I had in Denver. Somehow I did not involve you in these fantasies, I did not dare to bring these feelings into our relationship. You had stopped, or given up on me to wear sexy lingerie and go for a more revealing dress code. You would wonder what had happened to me that changed my attitude. I wanted to keep the Jekyll and Hyde as you so aptly described it, apart. So without going into details, I chose the wrong course and ended up cheating on you. For this I can never forgive myself. Even if you should believe me, it does not make a lot of difference. You might have forgiven what happened in Denver, but my action where I seduce John and had a relation with him, for three months with three lunches first and then three sexual encounters with him, you cannot forgive. I accept that. Why did I tell the story to John, that you overheard? John had started to be very possessive, and I had to discourage him and scare him off. I had no feelings for him, and I wanted to quit the liaison. So I told him he was just a fuck toy in a row of many before him. I invented the story as I told it. The main reason I am telling you this, in addition to get it off my chest, is that you shall know you can walk around in our community with a raised head. You will never meet a man who has cuckolded you, except John. You will never hear snide remarks, and our friends will know nothing unless you have told them. Only three persons as far as it is up to me know. I hope it can stay this way. I will be there for you if you need me. I will do my utmost to be there for the children, so much as you will allow me. The strain on you being a "single" father will be heavy. You know I am a good mother, and it will be in your and the children's interest if you let me be in their life. Even if you do not love me anymore, I love you. Love Judy The next few months my life consisted of work, eating and sleeping, when I did not help with our children. We came to organize our lives into a convenient pattern, I taking our daughter Kelly to her activities, and Kevin took our son Justin to his activities. I had both of them every second weekend, and went over to the house and stayed with them if Kevin needed to be out an evening. I had nearly a non existent social life. The only activity was an occasional movie or a concert with a friend. When I knew I would see Kevin, him delivering the children to me, or when I picked one or both of them up at his house, I always dressed and groomed myself to look nice. My dress code was slowly changing. From my demure style to a more fresh and outgoing style. The smiles were sometimes a bit strained, but I tried to behave in a positive way toward him. I never nagged, complained or cried. My objective was of course to make Kevin fall in love with me once more. So after about six months, one Sunday afternoon having delivered Kelly and Justin back to his house, standing there in the hall making small talk, Kevin asked, "Judy, you seem to be relaxed and at ease, are you doing OK?" Then my defences broke down, tears rolled down my cheeks and I said, "No Kevin, I miss you so terribly. I know you said you would never cuddle me anymore, but please Kevin hold round me just once more." Kevin folded his arms round me and held me tight for a while, and with my chin on his shoulder I sobbed uncontrollably. When my sobbing subsided, he released me and I dried my eyes and said, "Thank you Kevin, that was nice of you," turned round and left the house quietly. The next six months went along without any great changes, except that I started to notice Kevin was beginning to look at me with a strange expression when he believed himself unobserved. I was not sure what he was thinking about, but there was certainly something on his mind. His attitude toward me became a bit more friendly, but he did not express any wish to talk or make some moves to change our present situation. I decided to say nothing, and let the process go at his pace, but it had given me hope. He phoned me one day, and asked if the children could stay with me over a weekend. He would go to Florida to play golf with friends. I agreed to take the children, and was looking forward to a few pleasant days with them. He left Friday morning and planned to return Monday afternoon. We enjoyed our weekend, the children and I. But on Saturday evening, while we were playing Scrabble, I was surprised by Kelly when she said, "Dad doesn't love us anymore." "How can you say that?" I replied. "He loves you both more than anything in the whole world." "He doesn't notice us, he doesn't hear what we say and answer us. He doesn't care what we do," she countered. "But dear Kelly, your dad is only tired. He needed some time for himself to recuperate. When he comes back from Florida, he will be as before. Don't you worry. He loves both you and Justin, but everybody needs a rest from time to time. You just wait and see," I comforted her. Monday afternoon Kevin picked up the children to take them home. He was very cheerful and hugged them both and told them how glad he was to be back. They glowed, and I was pleased for them. Then Kevin asked me, "Are you free for lunch tomorrow, Judy? I would like to talk to you." "Of course Kevin," I replied, "I will arrange my day so I can see you for lunch. When and where?" "Can we say one o'clock at the "Le Petit Canard? It is quiet, plenty of room between the tables and the food is good." I confirmed and they left, Kevin with one child in each hand, and both of them chatting and telling about what we had been doing in the weekend. If I hadn't known better, we were the picture of one happy family. At precisely one o'clock the next day I pushed the doors open to the restaurant. I had taken particular care to dress and groom myself to look pretty. A few men turned their head when I walked down from my office, so I knew I had succeeded to look good. I wanted him back so badly. Kevin was already there, and he greeted me with a kiss on my cheek, and said, "Thank you for coming, I have already taken the liberty to order some food so we will not be much disturbed. While we wait for the first course we can sip this dry Alsace wine which is good. I have ordered some marinated shrimps first, then Monkfish in white wine sauce, and this wine will follow through, I think you will find it to your liking." "You have such a good taste for both food and wine. I'm sure it will be first class. Not to sound ungrateful, but what you have to say to me is of greater importance." I said, and continued, "I have been nervous before this meeting. I have seen that you have had something on your mind for some time, and yesterday you were very cheerful. I am scared you are going to tell me that you have found another woman in your life. Have you?" He smiled at me and replied; "Both yes and no, Judy. You shouldn't be scared, because you are both the yes and no. But let me explain in my way." He took a sip of the wine and continued, "While waiting for the plane to board in the airport on our way home, I saw a fortune teller reading Tarot Cards. You know me, I got curious so I decided to spend the waiting time for her to read my fortune. She shuffled seven times and laid the cards out face down, and she asked me to pick three cards. I pulled out three cards and she flipped them face up. The first card was card no. 13 – Death, the second was card no. 20 – Judgement and the last was card no. 0 – The Fool. She looked at me and said, "You should not be worried. The Death is not necessarily a permanent end, but a transition into a new state. You may close a door to be able to open another. You have to put the past behind you. You are about to move from the known to the unknown. You will shred old attitudes, and you will go through what cannot be avoided. When I see the Death in a combination with Judgement, I see you will have to make hard choices. But if you make the right choices, you will feel reborn, and enjoying new hope. You will feel cleansed and refreshed, guilt's and sorrows will be released, and you will be able to forgive yourself and others. These two cards together with The Fool tells me that you will begin something new, you will have the courage to live in the moment and be spontaneous. You will most likely do something unexpected, but you will trust your instinct and let go of worry and fear. You will take a crazy chance, and you will most likely win. All these cards tell me you have lost love, and you have found it again. You don't know if you dare pursue it because it comes from an unexpected direction. Only you know what to do about it, but I think you have the guts to follow your feelings." Kevin stopped his tale, he looked me deeply in the eyes and said, "One year ago, I hated you, I really did. I thought that I never would be able to love you again. I felt lifeless, and expected to come over the anger toward you and find somebody out there to love. For six months I saw you only as my children's mother that I had to communicate with in a polite manner for the sake of the children." His tale was only briefly interrupted by the waiter serving us our food, and to be frank I cannot even remember anything from the meal itself. But it must have been good because it is a first class restaurant. After the main course was finished, he took hold of my hand and continued, "Then came that night when you broke down and asked me to hold you. It slowly dawned upon me that you had it worse. I missed the lost love, and all that evolves round a family life. You had that loss and in addition you felt guilt, which most likely gave you sleepless nights. And with all this you made such a stoic appearance, showed composure and handled yourself so well. I started to admire you. Bit by bit, you moved into my heart again. I did not recognise it at the time, but it must have been love . This new found love for you grew, and the fortune teller opened my eyes completely. I want to take the chance and ask you to come back in my life Judy. Do you wish to take the chance?" He smiled at me and added, "We are still married you know, the divorce documents are still in my drawer. I never met anybody else." I could with difficulties suppress my sobbing, but tears rolled down my cheeks. My natural instinct would be to throw myself at him, but being in a posh restaurant restrained my actions. I squeezed his hand and replied, "Yes Kevin, I will go through fire and water for you, but you have to take the whole package, the Jekyll and Hyde rolled into one. Can accept that?" "Of course, I want all of you, every single ounce. And I want so much to hold you again. Can you take the rest of your day off, so we can take the coffee at our house and talk some more?" "Yes I can, but let us walk over to my flat, it is so much closer, and we will be by ourselves," I replied. Kevin settled the bill, and we walked hand in hand to my flat. Inside the door we turned toward each other and kissed. No words spoken, I just pulled him toward the bedroom, and a few minutes later we were in bed. The coffee was completely forgotten. Our lovemaking was tender and soft, and I don't think I ever have been so blissfully taken care of. His soft kisses and my tender stroking gave us both a better feeling of love than I had felt before. He smiled at me and said, "This was a wonderful Hyde lovemaking, and I have missed it so much, and Judy, today is a new beginning for me, and I hope for you. The days and weeks ahead might not be easy, but I will try to concentrate on what is in front of us, and not look back at what happened with my last love. This is new love and a new beginning for me." "I never lost my love for you Kevin, I behaved in a way I cannot explain, but this is also a new beginning for me, and I will never do things that puts your love for me at risk again. I don't think I deserve this, but I grab it with gratitude and as I told you, I will go through fire and water for you for the rest of my life. I love you so much Kevin, you are a such a good man. In the time ahead you will see the Jekyll side of me, I will be both good an naughty, but only for you. Thank you so much for opening your heart and letting me in Kevin," and I kissed him with passion. Superstitious Me? Of Course. Pt. 02 ************ Dear reader, Judy asked me to read through her side of the story before she submitted it. Some of you may think me a wimp taking Judy back. Before you judge please consider the alternatives. Is it not better to live with the person who is the mother of your children, and who you happen to love? Is it not better for the children to live with two happy parents, instead of two unhappy parents living apart, only because you want to stick to principles? After more than a year alone, I decided I wanted Judy back, I missed her terribly. When I left her that awful evening, I told her I had no feelings for her anymore. That was not true, I hated her that moment, and as you know the distance between love and hate is short. To tell her that I had no feelings for her was a heavier blow to her than saying I hated her. Non of my friends could understand why we had separated, and non gave me comments leading me to feel they had any knowledge of cheating on Judy's part. I therefore took her explanation at face value. I made my final decision while golfing with friends in Florida. So when I came home I invited her to lunch to discuss matters. My telling her about the fortune-teller reading the Tarot cards., was an excuse to complete the circle and get her back. I don't believe in that kind of crap anymore, so I invented the whole story. But please don't tell her, I will do that myself one day. I also plan to buy one red rose for the upcoming Valentine's Day. It is close to a year since she moved back to our house. It has been a good year, one of our best. My first love ended, and a new started. She cheated on the first love, I'm sure she will not cheat on the new love. Time will show how many roses she will receive, but I have a strong feeling there will be plenty. Best regards, Kevin