50 comments/ 74436 views/ 10 favorites The Fifty Year Lie By: mikoli5763 The frail 72 year old woman was placed on the right side of the table that was at the head of the room an hour after the anniversary party had begun. Her fit 72 year old husband sat beside her while an empty chair stood between him and the woman seated to his left. Some of the guests were wondering why she was at the head table with the married couple, but didn't want to cause any problems on the occasion of the couple's fiftieth wedding anniversary so didn't ask. A slide show of their fifty years together had been running in a continuous loop while everyone had mingled and ate the finger foods provided. When everyone was settled, the husband pulled a remote for the projector out of his pocket and turned it off. He removed a second remote and turned on the second projector beside the first. It began with a picture of the couple in their wedding attire smiling grandly for the camera. The next picture showed the bride still in her wedding gown bent over with the back of her dress thrown up and a man not her husband standing close behind her. The graphic parts of the picture had been blurred out, but everyone knew he was fucking her. What followed were the scenes from the married couple's life together with pictures of the same man as the one in the second picture following each significant occurrence in a similar situation with the wife. The birth of their first born, a son, showed only the child and his mother followed by a picture with the second man holding the child. Pictures for the next two children were the same. The husband sat there and did nothing as his wife started to cry when someone had turned her to see the screen. When the slide show had ended, the husband stood, folded the chair he had been sitting in, laid it on the floor beside his wife's wheelchair, and went to change the canister on the projector. When he re-started the projector, he went and sat in the empty chair beside the other woman at the table. They grasped each other's hand, his left and her right, and placed them on the table in view of the guests. The first picture was of the husband and the other woman in an embrace. The pictures progressed showing how intimate the new couple had been. The picture of the two of them smiling for the camera while the woman held a newborn, a daughter, brought gasps from the people gathered for the party. The husband stood and restrained a young man who had stridden to the front of the room, the firstborn son. A picture of the new couple with another newborn, a son, followed the one of the girl. Ever occurrence in the married couple's life together was mirrored by one in the new couple's lives. When an enlarged document with the word divorce appeared on the screen, the wife gasped and began to convulse in her wheelchair. The husband just sat when the chair went over on its side from the seizure the wife was having. She was still by the time her niece, a registered nurse and the wife's sister's daughter, reached her. The niece checked the woman to see if she had a pulse and was breathing, but shook her head no when she stood and ran to her father, the husband at the head of the table. The man seen fucking the wife had risen to leave when the first picture of him had shown on the screen, but a couple of the husband's nephews had returned him to his seat. The husband took a document from the young attractive blonde who had walked to the head of the table and tore it into pieces which he dropped on his now dead wife's body. The young woman went to the second man and in a loud voice asked him if he was so and so. When he answered in the affirmative, in the same loud voice declared he had been served as another enlarged document appeared on the screen. The highlighted portions showed he was being sued for "Alienation of Affections" and payment for the care of his children for eighteen years, their college educations, and their medical bills for twenty two years plus forty nine years interest for the son, forty eight years interest on the middle child, and forty six years interest on the youngest child. The total was ten and a half million dollars. He grabbed his chest and fell to the floor. He was pronounced dead at the hospital when the EMT's delivered him there ten minutes later. The legal document had a provision that attached the lawsuit to the man's estate if he died before the outcome had been determined. The new couple, their children, and their spouses walked out of the banquet hall through the confusion the events of the afternoon had caused. The new couple was legally married the next day at the county courthouse and six months later, after selling the house the married couple, whom everyone had thought had the perfect marriage and after getting two million from the dead man's estate, moved to Tempe, Arizona. They never contacted any of the people they had left behind again and built new lives together in their new home town. The new couple grew old together and died within two months of each other. Ironically, the new wife passed first at ninety and the husband at ninety two. The payback the husband had wrought on his cheating wife and her longtime lover was still being talked about twenty years later in the town he had fled. The second man's widow had to move away from the scandal it had caused. All the bastard children the woman had borne also moved away for the same reason. The man they thought was their father ignored them from that day forward and they became bitter and angry toward him. Only he knows when he discovered the affair and why he waited fifty years to do something about it. He never disclosed those details to anyone, not even the new wife, and took them to his grave. The End The Fifty Year Lie: Husband's Story Barbara looked stunning in her wedding dress as her father, Joseph Anderson, escorted her toward the front of the church where I stood waiting with the biggest smile I could muster on my face. My brother and best man stood beside me, smiling also. Brenda, Barbara's younger sister and maid of honor, stood across from me with a look I could only describe as a mixture of a smile and a frown and I couldn't figure out why. The next one hundred and eighty minutes were a blur of activity that overwhelmed me into blissful numbness after the kiss we gave each other when the minister said we could. Photos upon photos were taken, congratulations to us both, the reception in the fellowship hall of the church blurred together after a while. Finally, thankfully it was over and time for Barb and I to go change into our traveling clothes for the honeymoon in Hawaii I had managed to put together. "You were and are so beautiful, Mrs. Jameson! Don't be too long changing, we've a flight to catch!" "You were and are so handsome, Mr. Jameson! I love you, but it'll probably take me thirty minutes or longer to get changed and ready to go. We'll make it to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Be patient and don't drink too much Champagne, you need to be able to perform when we get to the resort, if you know what I mean." "Yeah, I know what you mean and I'll be up for the task!" I went to the small room to the side of the sanctuary to change from my tux into the comfortable clothes I had brought for the ride to the airport, wait before boarding the plane, and the ten hour flight to Honolulu, Hawaii that was in store for us. I went back to the fellowship hall nibbled on some fresh fruit left from the reception and drank a soft drink while I waited for Barb. I began wondering where she was when the thirty minute mark had come and gone and started thinking about going and looking for her when she ran into the fellowship hall at the fifty minute mark. "I'm sorry Rick. It took longer to get the dress off and folded properly than I had anticipated. I've already had our things loaded into the limo and most everyone is waiting to see us off outside. We're ready to go so come on. I wish it wasn't going to be so long before we can consummate our marriage. I'm so horny right now and I want you so bad!" Barb grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the outside door. All our friends and families were clapping and waving as we entered the back of the limo for the ten minute ride to the airport. Barb was all over me for the short drive and I had an erection within the first couple of minutes of her kissing and touching me. I pushed her away so I could talk to her. "Barb honey, I want you as badly as you want me, but we don't have enough time for this! Even though you give an excellent blowjob, you know it takes me longer than ten minutes to come! Please baby, calm down until we get to the resort and I promise that we'll do anything and everything we can think of to each other!" "Okay Rick, I'll try and calm down! I'm just so happy, excited, and turned on right now; it's hard to control myself! I love you so much!" Barb and I made it to the airport with ten minutes to spare. We already had our tickets and the limo driver handed off our luggage to the skycap so we made it to the departing gate in time to walk right on board our plane. It was 1962 and the difficulties that will befall flying passengers thirty nine years into the future didn't exist for flying passengers in that simpler time. By the time we got to the resort ten and a half hours later, Barb and I were both sweaty and slightly tired so I didn't think anything of Barb wanting to take a shower before we began fooling around for the first time as a married couple. I was a little frustrated when she told me no when I proposed we take a shower together and see what that might lead to. I had a brief moment of anger come over me when I heard the lock on the suite's bathroom click after Barb went into it. I stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed naked waiting on Barb. She had the most beautiful and seductive smile on her face when she exited the bathroom in a bright red teddy that I'd never seen before. I could see the matching lacy bra and panties through the thin material of the teddy. My 6", 3.5" thick cock sprang up to full hardness from the semi-hard state it had been in since we had gotten into the room. "Hurry and take a shower, my love, and I'll take care of that problem you have sticking out from your crotch!" Barb purred at me. I ran to the shower and did a Rick's half time shower. For the ladies and maybe some of the guys (but I doubt that) a half time shower is one that takes place during the half time of a sporting event a guy wants to watch and still be ready to leave when the significant other is. Quick wash and rinse of the hair, wash and rinse of the underarms and crotch, and drying off in front of the TV as the game resumes. Extra cologne for any body odor that might linger, dressing in front of TV and out the door when she's ready and everyone stays happy. I was back in the bedroom in ten minutes flat still a little damp from the quick towel down after my shower. Barb was spread eagled on the bed and rubbing her clit with her forefinger through the crotch less panties of her lingerie set. "I'm so wet down here Rick! Please stick your gorgeous dick into my wet pussy! I need you so bad right now!" I dropped on the bed on my knees between her legs and rammed myself to the hilt in one stroke. Barb hadn't been a virgin when we met and we had been fucking each other since our second date which had been almost a year before our marriage so I knew what her pussy felt like around my cock. I realized from the start that she was wetter and hotter inside her snatch than I could remember. I didn't contemplate on the differences for long because Barb was urging me to fuck her good and hard from the very start. I plunged myself into her as hard and fast as I could while concentrating on not coming myself. Barb had two huge orgasms underneath me and on my pounding cock before I loosed my steamy seed deep into her womb. I hoped that I had impregnated her on that first time, but knew we had a full week to get the task done. Barb had been on the pill during our courtship, but promised to stop taking it so we could start a family immediately. We had abstained from having intercourse for a week before the wedding so that she wouldn't get pregnant before our honeymoon. We did use our hands and mouths to pleasure each other for that week. Both Barb and I enjoyed sex and had too big of sex drives to stop having any form of sex for a week. I'm guessing that some of you are wondering why a newly married couple would want to start a family right away. I know that most couples try to wait until they are settled and have a little bit of financial security before starting their family. Barb and I didn't have to worry about financial security because my father was one of the richest men in the city Barb and I came from. My brother and I both worked for our father, if you called occupying an office and sitting through meetings that Dad ran from start to finish as work. My father had bought both of us a nice house when we graduated from college, me in 1960 and my brother in 1962 only a couple of months before my wedding. I met Barb in late 1960, but didn't get her to go out with me till early summer. We had sex on our second date and were a couple from that night forward. Barb's old boyfriend, John Malone, did try and get her to come back to him, but she told him she was in love with me in a way she never was with him. He stopped calling her after that and I relaxed, overjoyed that she had picked me over him. We were both twenty two when we married in 1962 and I was so much in love with her I envisioned many blissful years of happiness for us. Barb went on a one week shopping trip in the middle of December the year we were married alone because my father wouldn't let me have the week off. At the end of January, '63 I came home and found Barb in a new negligee and the biggest smile on her face. "What has you so happy and why do you have the sexy outfit on this early in the evening?" "Oh Rick, I have great news! I'm pregnant and remembering how it happened got me so horny, I didn't want to wait to relive it. Now get naked and fill my pussy with that fat dick!" I did as she asked and we made passionate love on the living room carpet the first time and the living room couch the second. Barb had at least two orgasms to my one both times and after the second we lay on the couch holding each other while I told her how happy I was and how much I wanted to be a father. After the normal period of morning sickness, the unpredictable yet sudden mood swings, unusual food cravings, and other stressful occurrences a couple experiences during a first pregnancy, our son Rick Jr. was born in September of that year. We settled down into the routine of a happily married couple with a child and life was good. The only bump in the road was Barb's uncontrolled spending habits for a couple of months after JR.'s birth. After we had a talk about it and I firmly yet lovingly told her it was going to stop or she'd have to make due on a monthly budget that I controlled, she got herself under control on her own and for the rest of our marriage she never had that problem again. Our daughter, Jessica, was born the next year without complications and life resumed with the exception that we added a part time nanny to help Barb out with our children. I had to explain to Barb, again in a loving tone, that she would care for our children so that they wouldn't be calling the nanny mommy instead of her when she wanted the nanny to be full time and be the primary caregiver to our children. The birth of our third child and the complications that Barb experienced from giving birth led to the discovery that would change my life forever. Barb began hemorrhaging very heavily after Mark's delivery and required emergency surgery. The surgeon had to remove her uterus in order to stop the bleeding and Barb was in the ICU unit of the hospital for two days. During that time she asked me to bring her a stuff dolphin I had gotten her during our honeymoon in Hawaii. Our children were staying with Brenda with the nanny helping her out so I was alone in our home looking through our closet for the dolphin. When I knelt down to look under, Barb's clothes, my knee landed on a humped up piece of carpet. When I looked closer, I could see that the carpet had been loosened and could be lift up. When I moved it, I found a sunken pull ring in a section of the floor. I pulled on it and the section opened to reveal a narrow, long metal box that fit between the floor joists with its own pull ring lift. I opened it and saw pictures and letters bundled together with rubber bands. I pulled them out and began looking at the pictures. The first bundle had pictures of Jessica with Barb holding her and John Malone holding her, but none of me holding her. When I turned the one of her in John's arms over, it had this written on the back. Jessica with her real father three days after her birth I wanted to throw the whole batch of material I had drug out of the box back into it in anger, but a tiny kernel of curiosity at the back of my mind stopped me. I looked at the next batch of pictures of Rick JR. that were the same as the ones for Jessica. The final batch I looked at nearly drove me insane. My beautiful bride still in her wedding dress bent over at the waist with John Malone fucking her. I could tell from the background that they were in the small room Barb was to use to change in. The writing on the back almost drove me to tear it in two. John's wedding present to Rick I don't know what made me read some of the letters in the box, but read them I did. All of them were from John and all had glowing words of love and devotion to Barb. I stopped reading and put everything back the way I had found it. I was angry, hurt, and confused as I left the closet and then my home. I drove straight to the one person I had always turned to whenever I had a problem, my father. "Dad, I need to talk to you!" Were the only words I got out before I broke down crying on his stoop when he opened his door that afternoon. He put his arm around me and led me to his den then gave me a shot of Jack Daniel's black when my sobbing had subsided. "Rick, what has you so upset? I thought Barb was going to make a full recovery. She hasn't taken a turn for the worse, has she? Or is it one of the children? Something's happened to one of my grandchildren, hasn't it? I told you to bring them here! I knew Barb's sister wouldn't be able to handle them!" "No Dad, everybody's fine except for me! I married a lying, cheating, slut whose forced another man's children off on me and made me believe they were my own! You don't have any grandchildren by me, now! Robert Jr.'s kids are your only grandkids now!" "What the hell are you talking about, Rick? If course I have grandchildren by you! You're not making any sense here, Son!" I proceeded to tell my father of what I had discovered in our closet at home, omitting nothing. I began to cry again after my tale was at its ended. My father arose from his chair, came around his desk, and wrapped me up in his arms much like he had done when I was a boy and was afraid of thunder storms. He held me and I could feel the strength he still possessed even at the age of sixty. When I had stopped crying, I asked him what I was going to do. "Son, until you found that box, you loved Barbara, loved those kids, thought of them as yours, and would do anything to protect them, right?" "Yes, sir." "Then you found that box and all those things changed in an instant, right?" "Yes, sir." "BULLSHIT! I don't believe that. I know you still love Barbara even though you're hurting and confused right now. Those kids haven't done anything to you for you to stop loving and caring about them. I know you'll not like what I'm about to say, but you asked me what you were going to do so here it is. You pretend you hadn't found that box, you continue to be the loving husband and father you've always been, and you do whatever you have to do to be happy for the rest of your life." "I can't do that! She cheated on me on our wedding day! Our wedding day, Dad! I can't live with her after that!" "RICK JAMESON, YOU LISTEN TO ME AND YOU LISTEN GOOD! You're going to be the one in charge of my company and wealth when I retire in a few years. Why do you think I've had you studying all that material I sent to you? Why have you sat in on some meetings and Rob hasn't? You need to start thinking about the future here, Son. Yes, times are changing, but not that fast. Some of the people this company does business with are still stuck in the Fifties. Divorce, a broken home, those things don't sit well with them. For the continued success of this company past the time when I'm in charge, you need to come to grips with this, compartmentalize it, and move on. If you can't do that and insist on divorcing Barbara and abandoning those children, I'll have to let you go and start grooming Rob to take over for me." "But Dad, she's lied to me from day one. How do I compartmentalize that? How do I pretend I've not seen what I saw? What do you even know about what I'm going through? You and mom, God rest her soul, had the perfect marriage." "No Son, we didn't. You and Rob just thought we did. I know firsthand what you're feeling because I've been there. Not in as an extreme a case as you, but I know how it feels when the one person you trusted body and soul betrays you. Your mother, damn her soul, cheated on me and it continued until her death. It was the Fifties and divorce wasn't even an option then. This company, our company, would have failed before it got good and started if I'd have divorced your mother. So yeah, I've been there. I ignored your mother's long term love affair with another man, continued to enjoy her body whenever I wanted, and had several affairs of my own. Neither your mother nor I ever flaunted our affairs in front of the other one and since this is the first time you've heard about them, we were both discrete enough in them that no one else found out about them. You asked me what you were going to do and I told you. It is possible to live a lie, Son, because I did it. Do you know when I stopped loving your mother, Son? The day she died and left me alone. Your mother loved me till that day too, I'm sure of it!" "Dad, I don't think I can do that! I'm not as strong as you!" "Son, you can do it! You're stronger than you think and I'll be here to help you to cope with it when you need me. Rick, I love you and I'm sorry you're hurting, but you have to do what I suggested or I won't be here for you. I promise I'll help you and after I'm gone no one else has to know that you've been living a lie. After I'm gone and the future of the company is assured, you can do as you please concerning Barbara and the children. You don't have to answer me today, but I need to know what you're going to do soon. If you divorce Barbara, you'll be on your own and Rob becomes the next CEO. We both know you're the better man for the job, but that's the way it has to be. Now go to the hospital and give Barbara her stuffed animal." I left my father's home more confused than when I first got there. My mom had cheated on my dad and I never knew until that day. My dad had cheated on my mom, yet they continued to love each other. My dad was right about one thing, I didn't stop loving Barb the instant I saw and read the things I had found. I drove to the hospital trying to come to grips with everything I'd found and heard that day and arrived in time to go straight into Barb's ICU cubicle. The smile she gave me when she saw me had to be genuine because I knew she wasn't that good of an actress. I stayed the entire twenty minute visiting period, making Barb's parents come in separately because only two visitors were allowed at the same time. The last thing Barb said to me before I left helped me in making the decision I knew I had to make. "Rick, I love you so much! I hope you know that! Thanks for being the loving man you are. I miss you when you're not here and can't wait to get home!" She told me as I was bent down close to her for a kiss. I could see the sparkle in her eyes through the pain she was also showing and knew that she meant every word. I drove home with the knowledge that although my wife loved me, she also loved another. I admitted to myself that I still loved her, but knew that it was different from before my discovery. I realized that I wanted to be the next CEO of my father's company and decided that I'd do as my father suggested. I began that evening shutting off the pain and sorrow my discovery had wrought that day. When I awoke in the middle of the night in a panic from the dreams of those pictures and letters in my head, I called my father and he listened to me cry, spoke words of encouragement to me, and again promised to be there for me any time I needed him. When Barb came home with our children, I relented and allowed her to hire the nanny full time. I continued to play with them like before. Barb and I continued to have a full and exciting sex life and for all intents and purposes were the perfect married couple. Outside of my dad, I was the only one that knew the truth. I don't know how long I could have continued living in the farce of a marriage I was in if fate hadn't delivered to me the rock that I needed to anchor me and give my life purpose. Brenda, Barb's younger sister, called in a panic six months after my discovery of Barb's betrayal of me. I answered the phone being as it was right next to my elbow as I sat in my den. The Fifty Year Lie: Husband's Story "Hello." "Rick, thank God you answered the phone instead of Barb! I need your help, but Barb can't know. Please come down to the police station and bail me out. I'll explain everything when you get here. Rick, please! Please! Don't tell Barb!" I told Barb I had to run an errand for my dad and I'd be back as soon as I could when she asked who was on the phone and I bent to kiss her before I left. I drove to the police station and posted Brenda's bail. Brenda started talking as soon as we were in the car. "Rick, I'm not going to lie to you. I was arrested for assaulting a man. Rick, it was John Malone and it was over Barbara." "What do you mean it was over Barbara? Why would you need to assault him?" "Rick, you're not going to like what I'm about to tell you, but Barb is having an affair with John. I saw him tonight and told him that it had to end and he laughed at me which made me mad so I began hitting him. That only made him laugh harder until I picked up a beer bottle and hit him in the head with it. I was arrested because it broke the skin and he bled. Rick, I'm so sorry. Rick? Aren't you going to say anything?" "I had my suspicions that something like that was happening, but didn't want to know. Why do you care if Barb is cheating on me?" "Oh Rick, I love you! I've loved you since the day I met you! I know you think I'm crazy, but it's true! Rick, I'll do anything to prove to you I love you!" "Let me take you home and we can talk more there." "Yes, take me home and then we can talk." I took Brenda to the small house she had bought. When I was seated on her couch, Brenda went into her bedroom to change. I didn't expect the sight I saw when she came out of her bedroom. Brenda had on a black knee length see-thru teddy and I could see she was naked underneath it. The resemblance to Barb was undeniable. 5'5" to Barb's 5'7", same blond hair only pixie cut instead of full and flowing, same large breasts that I assumed they both inherited from their mother, flat stomach, full hips, nice round ass, until the one exception; Brenda's snatch was completely bald, something common today, but practically unheard of back then. Hers was the first live one I'd seen. The only other ones I'd seen were in pornos. I couldn't have kept from getting an erection even with a ten pound bag of ice on my crotch. "I see something is enjoying the view. Rick, I'm yours tonight to do anything you want to with!" I stood before saying. "We can't do this Bren! Your my sister for God's sake! I still love Barb and I can't cheat on her!" "But she's cheating on you and has been for a long time! Please, Rick, make love to me tonight! I promise I'll never bother you again if you do!" Brenda sashayed over to me then put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down so she could kiss me hard on the lips. That first kiss was different than any other kiss I'd gotten from any other woman. It felt like an electric current went from her lips to mine and then all the way down into my soul. All coherent thought left my head and the only thought left was how much I wanted the woman in front of me. I picked Brenda up and carried her to her bed. I had my head between her legs and was licking all over her hairless mound before beginning to lick her wet slit. She came moments later when I began lashing her clit with my tongue. When she started to calm, I stood, dropped my pants and briefs, and lay down on top of her placing my mushroom headed cock to her opening. I eased my turgid rod into her and began to pump in and out with slow gentle strokes. "Fuck me...fuck me hard and fast!" She begged of me ten minutes into my fucking of her. "No! You asked me to make love to you and that's what I'm going to do!" I answered her before plastering my mouth to hers. She didn't flinch or try to pull away like Barb did when I tried to kiss her with her own juices on my lips. Brenda was kissing me back and with as much passion as I was kissing her. I felt her second orgasm and her muffled squeals from my mouth on hers as she writhed underneath me. When she had begun to calm again, I rose up and began to pound her pussy, driving her back up the peak of pleasure she had been sliding down before. We came simultaneously five minutes later, an experience that had never occurred before. I didn't know why or how, but realized at that moment, I had found my true love and soul mate and also realized that it's possible to love two people at the same time. It would be several months later before I came to the next big revelation. "Oh my God Rick, did you feel that! We came at the same time! That's never happened to me before! I love you! Thank you! If we never do this again, I'll always remember it!" "Bren, don't freak out, but I love you too! If you want, we can do this again and again!" "Divorce Barb and marry me! I promise to make you happy and I'll never ever cheat on you!" "Bren, I know you won't understand this, but I can't divorce Barb. I want to be the next CEO of my father's company and I have to stay married to Barb for that to happen. I promise I'll support you and love you from now on, but unless Barb dies in the foreseeable future, I can't marry you or live with you as man and wife. Please try to understand. We'll be together as often as we can, I promise." "You're right I don't understand, but I said I'd do anything to prove I love you and I meant it. If you need me to be the "other woman", I'll do it. Can we make love again?" "No Bren, it's late and I need to get home. We'll do this again soon, I promise." I stood up from the bed, pulled my pants back up, and left Bren with a tender kiss before leaving for home. I began the double life I would lead for the next forty six years. I managed to meet Bren twice a week for the best sex I ever had because it was with my true love. Even though we couldn't be seen together in public, we managed to have romantic picnics on several occasions. I was excited and happy when Bren told me she was pregnant with a child I knew without a doubt was mine. I bought a camera that could be set to take a picture in a certain number of seconds and a tripod to mount it on so Bren and I could take pictures with both of us in them. It took a picture of the three of us together a couple of days after the birth of our daughter, Elizabeth. I used the camera and tripod to take photos that would document our relationship and the happiness it brought to us both. I continued to be the same loving husband and father that I had always been in the home I had with Barb and her children. I did do some research on my own at the public library and found that there was a paternity test available that used white blood cell matching from the child and father, but it was only 75% to 80% reliable so I didn't pursue it. I ignored Barb's secret stash on purpose for the next forty years. When Rick Jr. entered high school and began talking about his higher education, I pushed him towards math and science and hinted how proud I'd be with a medical doctor as my son. I pushed Jessica toward literature and logic and hinted at how proud I'd be with a lawyer as a daughter. I didn't have to push Mark toward a career not related to one that might lead into an interest in my company because he was the natural athlete in the family and became a jock who only studied hard enough to keep his grades above the cut off line for no extracurricular activities in the school system Barb's children attended. My decision that the public school system was good enough for the children caused the only true major fight Barb and I ever had. I stood firm and didn't back down and Barb's children went to public school. Mark got an athletic college scholarship for football and ran track in the spring and made enough money playing in the NFL to retire young when the knee injury he suffered in his ninth season ended his career. He was smart enough to let Jessica handle his money. Bren and my son, Robert, was born a year and a half after Lizzie. I had begun giving Bren nine thousand dollars a month from my salary to support her and my children. I provided health insurance for them, bought Bren a new car every four years, and paid for all the unexpected things that come up in every day life. She didn't have to work and was the talk of the town for being a single mother with two children and no one knew who their father was and how she was supporting herself. We didn't care about what other people thought and continued to be happy in our relationship with each other. When mine and Bren's children reached school age, Bren enrolled them in one of the best private schools in town. The letter of recommendation from my father and the guarantee from him that the school need not worry about the tuition assured their acceptance. Lizzie became a nurse with no pushing from me or Bren. Robert became an engineer again with no prompting from his parents. Bren and I waited until both our children were teenagers and when we knew without a shadow of a doubt that they could keep the secret before we told them that I was their father and not their uncle as we had been telling them for all those years. My two families never mingle, not even during family reunions. Bren always came up with a plausible excuse as to why she and her children couldn't attend. My father retired and I became the CEO of his company eight years after my discovery and our talk that day. He planned to travel the world, but was diagnosed with lung cancer nine months after retiring and was gone three months later after refusing surgery, chemo, and radiation. Rob and I worked closely together to maintain what our father had started and to expand it. I began to exercise, watch what I ate, and cut back on my drinking of alcohol after my father's death. Having never started smoking which I considered a filthy habit, I didn't have to worry about trying to quit. Thankfully neither of the women in my life had started that habit either. I had my biggest revelation between the births of Lizzie and Bert. Even though I loved them both, I could honestly say I loved Bren more and the same went for the children in my life. I never stopped loving Barb's kids, but I always had more love for the two I definitely knew were mine. Rob's son, Robert III and the same age as Barb's son Mark, was groomed from high school on to become the next CEO for our company much like both I and Rob had been. He had been working for the company for eleven years when I began thinking about my own retirement at the age of fifty five. I began sending him material to read and having him sit in on meetings much like my father had done me. He was ready to take over when I turned sixty and I retired in 2000. Barb had not taken care of herself through the years like I had and gained weight which caused her to develop type 2 diabetes. I had planned on divorcing her when I retired, but couldn't bring myself to do it because of her health. On her sixty second birthday, I gave her a big party and invited all her friends including John Malone and his third wife. I used plastic cups and sneaked ones that Barb's children and John had used into separate plastic bags so I could have DNA testing done on them. I was going to verify that Barb's children were his and not mine. Barb's health continue to decline and I began to hope for her death so I could marry Bren and live whatever time we had left together, but that hope was never answered. When our children began planning our fiftieth wedding anniversary a year ahead of time, I decided that that would be the day I ended the farce of a marriage I was in with Barb. I was able to get all of her secret stash out of the house and had slides made from the pictures when her children mentioned they were going to be using a slide projector to run pictures on a big screen that showed the progression of our marriage and family. They were happy to let me have a canister of slides of my own and understood that the pictures were not to be shown until I was ready for them to be. They readily agreed to let me have control of the remote for the projector. Bren had followed my lead and taken care of herself and we were both trim and fit on the big day. Lizzie and her husband and Robert and his wife along with Bren made the first and only appearance to a family gathering that day. No one questioned me when I arranged the chairs at the head table so that there were three chairs and room for the wheelchair Barb was in due to the amputation of her right foot from complications caused by her diabetes. She was a frail woman with a weak heart, but I never in my wildest dreams thought what I planned to do would kill her. My lawyer had the papers for the divorce ready that day and I had been able to get a slide made from them. The "Alienation of Affection" lawsuit against John Malone was prepared and given the same treatment as the divorce papers. I asked Robert III and his brother, Michael, not to let John Malone leave under any circumstances and I paid extra for the process server to deliver the hard copies to Barb and John that day. After an hour of mingling, I decided to bring the afternoon to its ultimate end. Bren was in the seat to my left with an empty chair between us. Barb was to my right in her wheelchair. I stopped the slide show Barb's children had been running and started my own. I folded the chair I had been sitting in and placed it beside Barb then went and sat beside Bren. I heard gasps and murmurs of protest after the second picture appeared. I watched as Robert III and Michael physically restrained John and placed him back in his seat. I stopped Rick Jr. when he strode toward the projector and ordered him to return to his seat. I sat unemotionally when Barb began convulsing when the word divorce appeared on the screen. Lizzie ran to her aunt when her wheel chair went over onto its side, but it was too late, Barb was dead. John stood and grabbed his chest when the ten and a half million dollar amount appeared on the screen. I had arranged for an ambulance to be at the party and two EMT's to be with it due to the health of Barb and some of her elderly friends so it only took them ten minutes to get John to the hospital but he died in the back of the ambulance. Bren and I with my real family walked out of the banquet hall together with our heads held high as pandemonium broke out around us. Our children were our witnesses to our marriage the next day. Lizzie and her husband and Robert and his wife re-located to Tempe, Arizona the city Bren and I had decided we were going to move to when all the legal actions were done. I sold Barb's house, the one my father had bought me, but didn't consider mine after my discovery. The alienation lawsuit was thrown out, but the paternity portion was allowed to proceed when the DNA tests I had done ten years earlier were introduced and proved without any doubt that John Malone had been the father of all three of Barb's children. I received a two million dollar settlement from John's estate and used the money to buy my children their first house just like my father had done for me and Rob. With my retirement funds and the income from my wise investments over the years, Bren and I lived together as man and wife comfortably another twenty years before she died on me unexpectedly in her sleep at the age of ninety. I didn't know what I would do with myself after she was gone. We had no contact with Barb's children after we move to Tempe. My father was the only other person who knew the whole truth about my marriage to Barb and only he knew the reasons for the choices I made. He took them to his grave and as I write this I'm the only one still alive who knows the whole story. P.S. I found this story in my father's last effects and thought I'd complete it. My father died two months after my mother did and I'm sure it was from a heavy heart. I'm Lizzie and even though I could never do what my father did, I'm more proud of him now than I ever had been in the past. My father's story proves that people will do strange things for love or money and no one knows what choice they'll make when those two things are involved until the choice is right in front of them to be made. The End The Fifty Year Lie Wife's Story I glanced around the church while I waited for my father, Joseph Anderson, to escort me down the aisle. I saw the man, Rick Jameson, I loved enough to marry standing at the altar with the biggest smile on his face and his brother, Rob, and best man beside him with his own smile. I saw my sister, Brenda, and maid of honor standing on my side with an expression somewhere between a smile and a frown and hoped the little bitch didn't say or do anything to spoil my big day. I saw my true love, John Malone, in the fourth row from the back with that whore Lisa who was responsible for our last break-up and my pussy tingled. The next two and a half hours after the "I DOs" was a whirlwind of photos and well wishes while I felt like I was walking on clouds. Unfortunately for me, it had to end and it was time to go change for our trip to the airport and flight to Hawaii for our honeymoon. "You were and are so beautiful, Mrs. Jameson! Don't be too long changing, we've a flight to catch!" Rick said to me before we parted. "You were and are so handsome, Mr. Jameson! I love you, but it'll probably take me thirty minutes or longer to get changed and ready to go. We'll make it to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Be patient and don't drink too much Champagne, you need to be able to perform when we get to the resort, if you know what I mean." "Yeah, I know what you mean and I'll be up for the task!" I told my sister and mother I didn't need any help changing and went to the room they had given me to change in. I had barely got started removing my wedding attire when there was a soft knock at the door. John was standing there with a smile on his face. "Hi, beautiful why don't you let me in for just a minute? We haven't had any alone time to talk since he came into your life. I miss you, babe!" "You can't be in here, John! I'm a married woman now and it wouldn't be proper for you to be with me alone!" "Come on, Barbara! You know you miss me and my big cock! Let me in and I'll help you relieve some of that horny feeling you're having. We've been together for so long; I know the signs. Nobody ever has to know." With that, John took me in his arms and began kissing me hard. I couldn't resist him in the past and couldn't today either. "I don't have much time, John! My pussy is already wet so stick that big dick in me now!" I told John as I turned around bend over and raised my wedding dress up over my back. I barely noticed the bright light from a flash bulb right at the moment John slammed his 8", 3" thick cock into my sopping wet pussy. John and I both came after the ten minutes of furious fucking he gave my snatch. (John had set up a camera that could take a picture after a time delay.) "Get out before Rick comes looking for me! This is the last time we can do that, John! Now, get out!" I hurriedly changed then found my father and told him to make sure all mine and Rick's stuff was in the limo for the ride to the airport. I ran to the reception hall and hurried to Rick. "I'm sorry Rick. It took longer to get the dress off and folded properly than I had anticipated. I've already had our things loaded into the limo and most everyone is waiting to see us off outside. We're ready to go so come on. I wish it wasn't going to be so long before we can consummate our marriage. I'm so horny right now and I want you so bad!" I wasn't lying when I told Rick I was horny. Both the men I had been in love with usually gave me multiple orgasms when we had sex and the single John had just given me only primed me for more. I was all over Rick as soon as we were in the back of the limo. "Barb honey, I want you as badly as you want me, but we don't have enough time for this! Even though you give an excellent blowjob, you know it takes me longer than ten minutes to come! Please baby, calm down until we get to the resort and I promise that we'll do anything and everything we can think of to each other!" "Okay Rick, I'll try and calm down! I'm just so happy, excited, and turned on right now; it's hard to control myself! I love you so much!" I did love Rick and wanted to be a good wife to him; I vowed to myself right then and there to not have anything to do with John when we returned from our honeymoon. I would have to avoid him because I couldn't resist him otherwise. We had no difficulties arriving at the airport mere minutes before our flight. It was 1962 and the horrible acts of terrorism that would change how and when you got on an airplane where years into the future. I showered with the bathroom door lock so I could get as much of John's semen off of me where it had leaked out and out of me before I let my husband fill me back up with his. I played with my pussy and clit while Rick took one of his hurried showers. I almost came when Rick slammed his shorter yet thicker cock into me and did come twice from the pounding he gave me. I hadn't went off the pill like I told Rick I would and hadn't had anything but his fingers or tongue in me for a week; yet on my wedding day I'd gotten fucked by both the men that I loved within hours of each other. I was both elated and guilt ridden as Rick and I cuddled with each other in the afterglow of our orgasms. I again promised myself that I'd never be with John again. Rick and I returned home and I settled into the routine of being a housewife to the son of one of the richest men in town. Rick worked for his father and I could stay home and live the life of leisure and luxury I had envisioned when I was a teenager before I met John. I fell in love with John when I was a junior in high school and he became my steady. John took my cherry on our third date and after that first time when it hurt so much that pleasure was impossible, he always gave me two or more orgasms when we fucked. I found out he was fucking other girls behind my back six months into our relationship and I broke up with him. I couldn't find another boy who could give me the sexual pleasure that John gave me so we got back together. That became our routine for the next six years; breaking up and getting back together until Rick asked me out. Rick gave me my first orgasm from oral sex and when he sled his thick cock into me and it stretched my pussy out like it hadn't been before, I came on it. We got engaged and were married. Rick wanted children right away but I didn't want to lose the freedom I had and didn't want to ruin my curvy, sexy body before I had to. John sent me a letter telling me how much he missed me and loved me wanting me to get together with him for sex on the side. I wrote him back and told him it wasn't going to happen. His next letter had the picture of him fucking me in my wedding dress and the threat that a copy would go to Rick if I didn't at least meet with him for lunch one day. To save my marriage and lifestyle, I met with John and we ended up in his bed fucking the rest of the afternoon. I had to avoid Rick's sexual advances that evening, but made it up to him the next night. John and I would meet once a week from that point on. My father had been a carpenter and I knew how to make a hiding place in my closet floor from when I did it at my parents' home growing up; so I made one in our clothes on my side where Rick would never find it. I threw all my secret stuff form my youth away and began putting John's letters and the pictures he took of us together into the thin yet long metal box I had gotten years ago. When Rick started hinting that we needed to get checked out by the doctors because I hadn't gotten pregnant five months after our wedding, I decided I wanted my children's' father to be my true love's so I went off the pill a day before mine and John's secret week away together. We went in December during a time I knew Rick's father wouldn't let Rick off from work. I got pregnant that week and surprised Rick with the news in January. When Rick JR. was born, we had all the pictures that a normal family had taken for the occasion. I had let it slip to John that he was the father of my baby and he insisted on photos of himself with our son. I kept the copy he sent to me in my secret place along with his letter of love for me and our baby. He blackmailed me into buying him some expensive photography equipment for his new profession as a photographer, but he backed down when I threatened to come clean to Rick about everything when Rick read me the riot act about my spending. John never used blackmail on me again. When Rick hinted at having another child, I let John fuck me without condoms and got pregnant with our daughter, Jessica. The same routine we went through with JR. was followed for Jessica. I didn't plan on getting pregnant ever again after her, but two years later after an extremely intense and physical fuck session with John, the condom broke without us realizing it and I got pregnant with our third child, Mark. They had to do an emergency hysterectomy on me to stop the bleeding from his birth and the question of birth control was answered. Rick's behavior changed six months after Mark's birth. He began coming home late a couple of nights a week and after I had went to bed. If he didn't shower immediately, he slept in the guest bedroom across the hall from the master suite. Our sex life, even though it was still good and exciting, became less frequent. Although I was seeing John, Rick and I had always had sex three and four times a week up to the birth of Mark. When it went to twice a week, I talked with Rick about it and he said that due to stress at work, he didn't have the urge as frequently as he had before. I began seeing John twice a week after that. Brenda, my younger sister, also began distancing herself from me about that time, but I didn't think anything of it. She was pregnant and unmarried and I thought it was because of that and the guilt from it were the reasons for her actions. After her daughter was born, she became even more reclusive; never coming to any of the family reunions or gatherings. When her second child was born it became even worse. I think I saw my sister, niece, and nephew twice in the next forty plus years. When Rick's father died, Rick became CEO of his father's company. He started traveling out of town on business a couple of times a year for a week to two weeks in duration. We went on family vacations a couple of times a year also. I was continuing my affair with John the entire time I was married to Rick. I loved them both, but John was my true love and always would be until one of our deaths. Rick and I fought over a full time nanny when Jessica was born and I gave in. When Mark was born, the nanny was full time during my recovery and remained full time after. Rick and I argued again about private schooling for my children, but I again gave in not wanting to push it too hard knowing the truth. When they were older, I was surprised that Rick pushed them towards careers away from business, but couldn't say anything knowing that Rick wasn't their father. Rick became a health fanatic after his father's death and started exercising and eating better. He even stopped drinking so much at night. Rick seemed to be happy and I knew I was with everyone always commenting on what a perfect couple we were. Life was good; I had the two men that I loved both in my life and no one even suspected. For thiry years, my life was better than I had dreamed it could be when I dreamed about it those oh-so many years ago when I was a teenager. The doctor told me I was diabetic on my yearly checkup when I was fifty two years old. He wanted me to lose weight and try and control it with that, but I hated exercise of any kind and didn't follow his advice. I had to get on insulin and my health began to deteriorate. Rick was there for me through my decline unlike my true love John who abandoned me as fast as he could when we stopped having sex together. I couldn't continue in the same routine after my health began to decline and wanted Rick to receive my sexual favors because he was my husband and I did love him. Even though I went from having sex four and sometimes five times a week to only one, I was happy and fulfilled. When Rick surprised me with the huge birthday party on my sixty second birthday, I just knew everything in my life was perfect. I had managed to have a long term affair with my true love and my loving husband never found out. My children were giving Rick and me a big party to celebrate our fiftieth wedding anniversary and I was surprised to see John, his new wife, Brenda, and her children with their spouses. I was looking forward to it not realizing it would be the last day of my life. P.S. The canister of slides the man I had considered my father all my life changed everyone's lives that day. My mother had a heart attack and died from the stress of seeing all the pictures she had saved chronicling her long term affair with the man I would learn was my biological father and the divorce announcement that Rick had included in his slide show. John, my biological father and who I'd called uncle all these years, had his own heart attack and died on the way to the hospital. Rick and the real family he had with my aunt Brenda walked out of the banquet hall with their heads held high as all hell broke loose around them. Rick nor my aunt or her children have answered any of my calls and my letters get returned unopened. What my mother did was wrong, but I miss my dad and want to try and make it up to him if he'll let me. I was an innocent in all of this and shouldn't have to lose my dad for something I had no control over. Additional P.S. I'm Jessica and I found out that my dad died in Tempe, Arizona last week. I tried for twenty years to get him to see me or correspond with me in any way or form, but he never did. My brothers and I are bitter and angry at him for what he has done to us. We had nothing to do with what our mother did to him and yet he still punished us as if we did. He was the only father we ever knew and we loved him unconditionally. Now he's gone and we'll never know the truth about when he discovered mom's affair and that he wasn't our biological father. My brothers and I hope he rots in hell for his treatment of us these last twenty years. The End