Storiesonline.net ------- Why by Barneyr Copyright© 2012 by Barneyr ------- Description: The tale of betrayal and cheating with a twist thrown in Codes: MF cons cheat ------- I sit here on this bar stool nursing my fifth beer, wondering 'why me?' I realize that I have led a full life and that I was a little wild when I was young and foolish, but I guess there is no fool like an old fool. I knew my greatest mistake, or maybe my worst discovery, was an errant nail. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Robert Michael Forsythe; I am 60 years old today, and I discovered yesterday that my wife of 24 years has been unfaithful to me for at least the past ten years. My wife is eight years my junior and we met when I was just starting as a manager in training for a packaging firm north of Pittsburg in western Pennsylvania. I had just retired from the US Army as a Major when the military was being downsized back in 1988. I was a bad boy when I was younger. My parents worked a farm for most of my life, until I was about 14 when we moved into the city after my father left the farm in western New York to my older brother and his wife. I was a late in life baby; my mom was 42 when I was born and my next oldest sibling was my sister, Gretchen, at 19, then came my brother, James, who was 22. Because I worked on that farm for most of my life, I was quite strong. I was tall at 5-11, but skinny at 105 lbs. At school, there was one boy who was the biggest bully there. His name was Gordon Turner, and he was the star running back for the football team. He was about 5-11, but weighed in at 140 and none of it was fat. He had always left me alone, but not some of my friends. I had glasses at 14, you know the big, thick, black-rimmed ones, and I was smart. We were tested for IQ when we entered high school, and mine was 141. Anyway, right before school started one day when I was 16, Gordon was pushing two of my friends around and demanding lunch money. James Sherman was about 5-5 and maybe 130 lbs, and Bill Hiller was 5-6 and 90 lbs, and neither was very strong or athletic; they would have been today's typical nerds. Gordon punched James in the arm hard, and he fell. I walked over and pulled Gordon around by the cocked arm that was aimed for Bill, and as he came around, I hit him on the side of the jaw, then in the stomach. Gordon went down and I told him, "If you want to fight, pick on me, not these two," and the three of us walked away. Needless to say, I was called into the Principal's office and was suspended for ten days for fighting. Gordon received no punishment. When I got home, my punishment was a whipping from a lilac switch across my bare ass. It was at least two hours before I could sit at all, and even then I needed a very soft pillow. I tried to explain my side of the story, but since I was condemned by the school, I was wrong and they were right. I must say this, though; at 61 my father was a force to be reckoned with after all that work on the farm. He was short on temper and long on discipline. After my ten day suspension, I came back and Gordon had a small party waiting for me. He now enlisted the help of three of his teammates, since his jaw was wired shut and he had 2 cracked ribs, courtesy of me. The three jumped me about a block from school and two of them each grabbed an arm to hold me as Tim Bryant, the center, attempted to pound on me for Gordon. I surprised them all by dragging the two holding my arms in front of me just as Tim threw his first punch, which hit Gary Silver in his left kidney, and he was out of the fight. As he dropped my arm, I elbowed Henry Darling in the stomach, then backhanded him to his face as well. Now it was just Tim and I, and I proceeded to beat him fiercely, and he was soon down on the ground. Henry was getting up when I kicked him in the chest and I heard a crack. I looked for Gordon and saw him running toward school. Needles to say, by the time I got to school, the police were there and I could see ambulances heading for where I left Gordon's friends. I was taken to jail and I appeared before a judge and my father the next day. I explained my side of the story of both fights and Gordon's prior bullying, to no avail however. The judge asked my father if he would prefer that I went to the juvenile detention center until I was eighteen or if he would sign a waiver, I could go into the service for a four year minimum hitch. My father signed the waiver and I was sent to boot camp the very next day. My career with the Army was really to my advantage. I entered the service as a very disgruntled grunt, and retired twenty years later as a Major with full retirement entitlements and a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering and a master's in business administration. I tried to find work around my hometown in New York, but there was nothing. I did find a packaging plant just over the border in Pennsylvania. They were looking for management trainees, and I submitted my resume and got an interview. With my new military bearing and my degrees, I was hired on the spot and over the next 24 years, I went from trainee to CEO. When I retired early at age 60, I was still a member of the company's Board of Directors. Within a month of starting, I met Ellen Harper, a 28 year old secretary to the assistant director of operations. I found out that she was still single and had been hit on by just about every man in the office, including some of the salesmen who came in. I asked if she would show me around to get me acquainted with the operation and how things worked here, as well as the area. Ellen had been at the company for four years now. At 36, I was 6'-1", 195 lbs, very fit, and I guess I was considered handsome by some. I had never married, although I never wanted for female companionship since entering the service. With me being new to the area and to the company, I needed help adapting. Ellen thought she could help me in that regard. We were dating exclusively within six months, and at nine months, I asked this dynamo for her hand in marriage. I was ready to settle down and be with one woman for the rest of my life. She accepted and we were wed before the year was up. I had not made love to Ellen before our engagement, and only when we had set a date did I ask if it would be alright if we became lovers. I insisted that she either be on the pill or I would use condoms. I had always been a 'be prepared' kind of guy. I think Ellen appreciated that in me. I took things slow in my courting her and I hoped that she appreciated that as well, even though the time from when we started dating to our marriage was short. My God, the sex was fantastic. Our first night was such a grand event. We went to Red Lobster, her favorite restaurant for dinner, then to a lounge we had frequented for dancing and some drinks. She asked me to take her home at eleven that night. I said 'sure', and as I was driving to her apartment, she said, "No, Bob, your place, not mine." This was new. I drove to my apartment, we went upstairs, and I led her in. I asked if she wanted something to drink, and she said, "No, Bob, we came here for things other than more drinks," as she headed into my bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse. Needless to say, I followed in the wake of her shed clothes. When I arrived in the bedroom, I saw an angel lying on my bed in her bra and panties. I quickly shed my clothes down to my boxers, then joined her on the bed after folding her clothes and mine, putting them on a chair. From there I proceeded to kiss every bit of her that I could get to, starting with her face and finishing up at her toes, going back to her bra covered breasts, where I found that she had on a front snap bra. I unsnapped it, and peeling the cups from her mounds, I kissed each exposed inch of her magnificent mammaries. Calling them tits somehow just didn't seem appropriate to me at the time or place. I continued to kiss, nibble, and tease her flesh as goose bumps rose all over her body. I then proceeded south with my hand, caressing her steaming flesh. As I rubbed her mound with my fingers, I could feel the wetness increase dramatically. Ellen was moaning and saying "My God ... so good. I never expected!" then I heard, "I'm coming, I'm coming already, and you haven't even started yet. I love you, Robert Forsythe!" My last name was drawn out as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. I continued to slowly rub her mound, but stayed away from her clit and nether lips. Once she calmed down some, I slipped my fingers into her panties and pulled slightly as she arched her butt on the bed, allowing me to remove her soaked and soggy panties. Once they were off her body, I took them into the bathroom and put them in the sink, retrieved a towel, and went back to the bedroom. I slid the towel under her and she looked at me questioningly. I said, "I'm sure that neither of us wants to sleep in the wet spot once we are done here." I saw love in her eyes, and there was more there too, but I was unsure about what it was. I think it might have been gratitude for thinking ahead. As I climbed back on the bed, I had a condom that I put aside for later, and started kissing Ellen's legs from her knees up to her juncture. Once I was close, Ellen grabbed my hair and pulled me to her leaking pussy. I dove in with gusto and licked and kissed everywhere. I ran my tongue up and down her russet lips and they parted like the petals of a flower opening to the morning sun. I probed all along her slit until her fiery furnace opened up, then I drove my tongue tip into her opening. My nose bumped her burgeoning love button, and it set her off on another orgasm, although not quite the same intensity as the first one. I continued to make love to her portal of love and she continued to gain higher and higher plateaus of pleasure until she finally succumbed to the ultimate conclusion of my lovemaking. In desperation, she held my mouth to her spasming body until she was exhausted and fell back to the bed to regain her strength. I wiped my mouth on the towel, and then climbed up the bed to hold her in my arms and cuddle her until she was able to continue. Once Ellen regained her breath and some of her composure, she said, "Bob, I don't know where you learned to make love like that, but I hope that this is what I have to look forward to for the rest of our lives." "Ellen, my love, I will not say where I learned the ways of loving a woman, just suffice to say that, 'you ain't seen nothing yet'. We're not done by a long shot, but yes, this is how I will make love to you until I can no longer take a breath of air." "Oh, Bob, I love you," Ellen said, as she snuggled into my arms and soon was fast asleep. It was about a couple of hours later that early Sunday morning when I was awakened by someone sucking the lengthening stalk of my manhood. Once Ellen knew I was awake, she took a condom, rolled it on my shaft, and impaled herself on my cock, sliding back and forth while leaning on her arms as her pleasure center happily stroked my pubic bone. I was able to last for about three minutes this time before I felt my nuts retract and I said, "I'm coming, Sweetheart, come with me." Just as I could hold out no longer, I felt her insides grip and spasm around my spear and I launched a load of sperm into the condom's reservoir. Ellen slowly moved off me, pulled the used rubber from my shrinking shaft, and put it on the towel, which she then moved to the side of the bed before cuddling back into my arms. That is how we spent every Saturday evening until our marriage. We would go out to eat and dance, then come back to my apartment and make love all night long. Ellen moved in with me once we returned from our honeymoon in Niagara Falls, and we were deliriously happy. About a year later, she came to me saying that she thought she was pregnant. We had her see the doctor and confirmed that the rabbit died. I had moved up a couple of rungs on the corporate ladder, so we bought a house. My parents had died, and I had invested my inheritance so that I was able to buy a four bedroom home in a very nice part of town that would denote our future importance. Mary was born shortly after we moved in to our new home, and Robert Junior came along two years later. We really didn't want more children, so I had a vasectomy when she was in the hospital having RJ. Since we couldn't have sex for at least six weeks after his birth, we figured that would be a great time for me to be snipped. Life was great for the next twenty years; we raised our children and grew old together. Our sex life did diminish some, but let's face it, we weren't kids anymore but we still managed quality lovemaking much as when we started some 24 years ago. The frequency was down to about three times a month now, but I was extremely happy about that, and I thought Ellen was too. This is when I found that nail that killed our marriage; well it about killed me too. I think the marriage was dead a long time ago if what I found was any indication. I was in the home office we had which was one of the four bedrooms. Ellen had an antique desk that had been in her family for several generations. It was a large secretary desk with the fold down writing surface, ornate carvings inside at the top two inches, and many cubby holes to store writing materials and such. Ellen had her laptop that she carried to and from work for many years which now stayed at home there, as she had a new one for work that was much smaller. She was now the personal secretary for the CFO of the company. My assistant moved into my spot when I retired, and the director of operations moved into the assistant's spot. Anyway, as I walked by her desk, I saw a nail or something sticking out of the side near the top. It was loose and I pulled it out and heard a wooden clunk inside the desk. I thought "Oh, oh, I really did it this time' and opened the desk to see the damage. A hidden drawer had dropped down from the scrollwork at the top of the desk, and there were lots of memos, notes, and papers. I really didn't want to pry, but I was curious as to how long they had been in the desk. Imagine my surprise when I read e-mails that were dated as recently as a week ago. They were e-mails from the CFO to Ellen, some from the ex-director of operations to her, and some of them were from her as well. They were love letters and reminders of secret meetings with each other. Not both at the same time, but her with each of them. I read them all, then thought if there was one secret drawer, there should be two, so I looked and sure enough there was another drawer. This one had a calendar memo book and a package of birth control pills, along with some more letters. A few of the letters were dated almost ten years ago. My GOD, Ellen has been cheating on me for ten years. That would be when the kids were just becoming teenagers. I took everything and went over to my printer and scanned everything in, including the birth control pill case with the prescription and doctor's name. I put everything back where I found it and put the nail back in the desk. I was devastated; all these years and I never knew. When could it have happened, and the big thing is 'WHY'? Thank God both kids were out on their own now. Well, RJ was still in college, but Mary was now married and pregnant with their first. But why did she start? What possessed her to start? I tried to think back to ten years ago. That would have been when Ellen was 42; had something happened about then? I couldn't remember anything, and then it hit me that both her parents died within less than six months of each other. Her father died first from colon cancer, and her mother died about five months later. We think it was self-induced. She kind of quit eating, and by the time we could see what was happening it was too late, and she had succumbed to pneumonia from being so weak. I know I was there for her; I don't know how many nights I just lay there in bed, held and cuddled her, and let her know that I loved her. I guess she decided she wanted more than I could give her. When Ellen came home that night, I had her favorite dish prepared; tilapia fillets in lemon pepper sauce. I had some nice white wine and candles on the dining room table. I had her sit on the sofa when she got home and I rubbed her sore feet as I knew she always complained how much they now hurt her after a long day. She arrived home at seven, even though she was supposed to get off at five. As I was rubbing her feet, I noticed her wet panties and slickened thighs. I said nothing until after dinner when we sat on the sofa and enjoyed a glass of wine after the meal. "Ellen, please can you answer something for me?" She dreamily said, "Of course, my love, what do you want to know?" "Why did you feel you had to cheat on me for ten years with Rodney Coleman, then with Dennis Farley, too? I really can't understand why." "Oh MY GOD, how did you ... Oh, I'm so sorry, Bob; I never meant to hurt you. I don't really know; I guess I was feeling so low when my mom died so soon after Daddy, and I felt so old. You tried to cheer me up, but I just felt so old, then Rod told me he thought I needed a change and we went on that conference trip where things got out of hand. He said I was so beautiful and young-looking before, but I had let myself go and he wanted to help me get back to my old self. Oh, Bob, I can see I have hurt you so bad. I'm so very sorry, I can make it up to you, I promise. Just let me make it up to you ... I'll..." and she fell apart bawling. I got up and walked into our bedroom and grabbed my suitcases and left her sitting there on the sofa crying. I went to a hotel in town and checked in. I had called and made a reservation earlier. I had my laptop with all the evidence. I had called my lawyer and the bank, and frozen our assets until further notice. My lawyer suggested a sharp female divorce lawyer who hated cheating spouses and would do about anything to hurt them. She was cheated on, both when she was in law school and during her first and only marriage. Like I said, she hated cheaters. I turned my cell phone off before I left the house, but called both kids from the hotel and said that their mom and I needed some time alone for a while. Mary asked me, "Dad, what did you do? Did you cheat on Mom or did you hit her?" "No, Sweetheart, I didn't do anything except love her too much. You'll have to ask your mother why we are not together right now, if ever again." "OMG, she cheated on you. Can you forgive her, Daddy? I know she loves you." "I don't think so, it started too long ago." "So it's been going on for a while, what two months ... six months?" "You need to talk to your mother. I need to call your brother. I'll call you again, but I have my cell off right now. Remember that I love you, Pumpkin." I hung up and called my son's cell. It was busy, so I would try again later. It's been a very lonely day. So now here I sit on this barstool, nursing my beer, and trying to figure out what I did wrong. I had been to the bank and my lawyer's; I was now in the hotel bar and I came up empty-handed as I thought about the past. I have been using that little blue pill for the last five years to make sure that I could keep up with Ellen for the actual penetration part of our sex life, but I never have needed any assistance for the oral. Now I guess I shouldn't have even bothered. It wouldn't have mattered one little bit. God, what a fool I was to think that I could marry a woman eight years younger than me and still keep her satisfied. The bartender says it's closing time; my God it's already 2:00 AM. I ask if I'm paid up, and he nods as I stagger off my stool and head for the door so that I can drag myself up to my room and try to get some sleep. Too bad this hotel only has three floors, otherwise I could go up to the roof and throw myself off, and end this miserable existence. But there is nothing above five floors in this small town, and that's not high enough to make sure I would be dead if I splattered. I think I read somewhere that you had to be up at least seven stories to reach terminal velocity and be able to kill yourself from the fall. I guess I will have to go to a big city and jump off one of their buildings. Maybe I'll try skydiving, then jam the chute when I solo and just fall from a great height. Who am I kidding? I couldn't make the cut anymore. I don't like heights now, even though I did have my jump wings, but that was a long time ago. I guess I just will have to kill myself some other way. I did drop off to sleep sometime early this morning; I think the alcohol had something to do with it. I was awakened by someone vigorously shaking me. Through the cloud of alcoholic stupor, I could hear, "Wake up, Bob, wake up damn you." "Well, damn you too, you cheating whore, who asked you to come find me? I know I sure didn't, now leave me alone so I can die in peace." "Bob, please come home where you belong. We need to talk more. Oh, God, I'm so very sorry I hurt you like this. You were never supposed to know." "Too Damn Bad, and too damn late too!!! I do know, and I can't live with what you have done to our family and what you did to me. You should have to live forever knowing the hurt you caused me. I never even thought to cheat on you; and boy did I have opportunities, but I loved you too much to hurt you like that. I found my true love and she shit on that love for ten fucking years. Now go get fucked by Rodney or Dennis, or take them both on for that matter. I would almost pay to see that. Now get lost, you whoring bitch, and leave me alone in my misery." I think I slurred the last part, because I passed out from the pain in my heart. ------- I woke up sometime later, but I wasn't in my hotel room. I looked around and I had all kinds of wires and tubes running into or out of me. I had to be in a hospital somewhere. I looked closely and noticed I was inside some plastic tent thing, but I couldn't see clearly without my glasses or contacts. I finally looked toward the left side and saw my daughter sitting in the chair reading. I croaked out, "Hi, Punkin." It hurt too much to say more, but I think she heard me because she jumped up and ran outside. She came back in with a nurse, I think, because she was fussing with the tubes and wires. She said something to Mary, but I couldn't hear it too good with all the noise inside this tent. I realized that it was an oxygen tent, and from that I assumed that I had a heart attack in the hotel when Ellen tried to wake me up. I guess I got too excited trying to get her to go away. After the nurse left, Mary came close to the plastic and said, "Daddy, are you feeling better now? We have all been worried about you. You had a heart attack and Mom drove you here to the hospital and got you here in time. They're pretty sure there wasn't very much damage, but you have been asleep for three days now. Mom went home to shower and change, and she should be back anytime now. What?" I had tried to say to tell that cheating whore to never come near me again, but the only noise that came out was "No." "No what, Daddy? No, you're not going to die yet. You have to see your new grandbaby. Mom told us what she did and for how long too. RJ and I are not speaking to her yet, but she has been here the whole time except for when I have let her go home to change. What, Daddy?" I was shaking my head no, but couldn't move it much and said, "No Bitch." "You don't want to see her, Daddy, is that it?" I nodded my head for yes. "I'll try, Daddy, but she is kind of like you, and is awfully stubborn. She blames herself for everything, even the heart attack; yeah, I know she should be to blame." I was nodding again. "But she swears that she loves only you and that they meant nothing. She says that she was hypnotized into doing it." I could feel tears running down my cheeks. "I know, Daddy, how she could say she loves you that much and do what she did for so long." "No love." I croaked out. "Yeah, that isn't love by my book either, Daddy. I guess she can justify it in her own mind, but I don't see it that way myself either. I think that she is sorry, but it doesn't ease the hurt, does it?" I shook my head and said "Lawyer." Mary said, "I'll call him and let him know what has happened. Hey, maybe you can sue her for the heart attack, call it assault to cause bodily harm, or how about attempted murder?" Right at that moment, Ellen came in the door and heard the last thing Mary had said. "What about attempted murder? What is that all about?" "Dad asked about his lawyer and I said we should sue you for attempted murder for what you have done to him. You ripped his heart out, stomped on it, then had the nerve to shake him to death and cause a heart attack when he only wanted to be left alone. That's what we were talking about, and to let you know that he said he didn't want you here anymore. I think he hates you even more than RJ and I do. Please leave us alone; it's going to take a long time for us to get over your betrayal of all of us. My God, Mother, ten years!! That is almost half my life. Just leave, Bitch." "Is this truly what you want, Bob?" I nodded and said, "Go!" and I tried to turn my head, but it wouldn't move much. I guess they had a cervical collar on me along with everything else. Ellen put her hand to her mouth, sobbed, then hung her head and left. She looked positively defeated and she looked as though she had hadn't slept in days. In a way I cared, but in another way, I thought 'good maybe she knows how I feel now.' I think I still loved her deep down, but it was buried very deep under all the betrayal and hatred for her actions. Shortly after Ellen left, the doctor came in, checked me over, and said that it was going to be difficult for me to talk for a while because of the operation they had to do on my neck. I had slipped a couple of discs in the upper part of my spine at C3 and C4. Both were misaligned and he couldn't tell if for sure how recent an injury it was, but he suspected it happened either when Ellen shook me so violently, or when I bumped the elevator door as she tried to carry me out of the elevator to her car. Once I hit my head, someone helped her, so he's not sure if it was Ellen or this guy who assisted her to get me in the car. Anyway, we have to wait for that to heal, that's the reason for the cervical collar. They went in from the front to correct the problem, so that's why my throat is sore. I also have some slight paralysis of my left leg right now, but that may ease up after a time. Other than that, I was in pretty good health for as old as I was. I would be in the hospital for another two weeks and maybe longer, depending on how fast I would mend. He did say that people take longer to heal as they age. That's for sure the truth; I may never heal from the bombshell of Ellen's betrayal. ------- Ellen Speaks: My God, I have really done it this time? Bob doesn't even want me around him anymore. I seem to have really lost him for good now. Why, oh why couldn't I have kept my legs together so long ago? I know I tell myself it was due to the untimely deaths of my father and my mother, but I can't blame it all on that. Sure I was depressed and down about then, but Bob tried his best to comfort me. He held me and cuddled with me, and told me it would get better. His parents died a long time ago and he got over it, but he wasn't as close to his parents as I was. Then that damned doctor that helped with my depression, but then too that is when Rodney started having sex with me. I don't know why I didn't object. I grew up as an only child and I was given everything I ever wanted. Then that time with Jeremy King at my high school prom. The bastard drugged me and tried to rape me, but somehow the drugs didn't take effect as soon as he thought. I was still kind of loopy, but not completely out of it. I hadn't taken too much of the pop he gave me after the prom. It wasn't the kind I liked and he gave me something else. I only took one drink, then just put the can to my lips, but I didn't drink. I guess that is what saved me. When he tried to take my panties off, I kicked him right where it hurt the most and ran away. I have been leery of men since that time. I went on to graduate from college with an associate's degree in office administration. We couldn't afford for me to go further, so I went out into the workplace. I worked for a small company at home in Canfield, Ohio, where I grew up. My dad helped me get the job there. I worked there about three years until the company was closing down and I needed to find work. There was an opening at a packaging plant in New Castle, Pennsylvania, and I applied and got the job. I had to make the adjustment to a bigger city and being by myself. I managed, but the men kept hitting on me. I kept telling them no, and I went to human resources to complain and the flirting and innuendos stopped for a while. Then one day, a snappy older man came to work there as a new management trainee, but he was anything but a trainee. This was Bob Forsythe, and he was a retired Army officer and was very fit for his age. He was 36 and I was 28. He asked me to help him become acquainted with the company and the area, since he was new too, having come from western New York originally. His parents had died when he was in the service, so he was alone. We got along good, and I became his secretary when he got promoted to assistant manager of operations. We were dating by then, and it was kind of a whirlwind romance to me. We got married just over a year after I met him. My parents had this big wedding planned, and Bob just had a few people from the company on his side, but it was very nice. I will admit that I was not the virgin that Bob thought I was. I had succumbed to a couple of advances from two of our office staff. One was an accountant, Rodney Coleman, and another was a shift supervisor, Dennis Farley. This was early on during my time at the company. Each one only happened twice and it was over before I was 25. The sex with Rodney was OK, I guess. I know it was a lot better than with Dennis. Dennis just got me wet fingering me, hopped on and pounded me until he got his climax, then he was ready to leave. Rodney was much better, he tried to make sure I was satisfied first, but once he knew I had my first orgasm, he was on and off in a jiffy. When Bob asked me to his apartment, I figured it would all be over in ten minutes and I would be left high and dry. Boy, was I wrong there. I decided that if I was going to find out if Bob was like Rodney and Dennis, I would have to find out before we were married. If he was just like them, I would call the marriage off and find someone else or settle for Rodney. When we got to Bob's apartment, I started taking my blouse off and headed for the bedroom. I was surprised that Bob followed me while picking my clothes up and putting them on a chair in the bedroom. He then stripped down to his boxers, got on the bed, and kissed me. No, that's not right, he kissed my whole body, starting with my face, then all over my body, but only where he could reach bare skin. He left my bra covered breasts and my panty covered genitals alone. By the time he got back up to my tits, he had me on a hair trigger. I came at least twice when he uncovered my breasts, kissing each exposed mound after he unsnapped my front hook bra. Then he started rubbing my mound, and before I could believe it, I was hit with the mother of all orgasms and screamed that I was coming. He still ran his fingers around on my mound and lower stomach, paying close attention to stay away from my very sensitive parts. Once I was back among the living, he pulled my soaking panties from my body. The cool air hit my sweaty body, helping in cooling my ardor for him, and allowed him to continue; but wait, why did he leave me? He then came back with a condom and a towel. The towel was for underneath me so we would not mess the bed up and the condom was for the next round. I couldn't get over the difference between lovemaking with Bob and all my prior experiences, and he wasn't even finished yet! Bob started with his kisses again, beginning at my toes this time, and by the time he was at my mid–thighs, I was leaking so badly that I grabbed his hair and pulled him to my center and begged him to fuck me with his tongue. Oh my God, that man could eat pussy. I have no idea how many orgasms I had, but they just kept getting bigger and bigger until I exploded into a quivering mass of sated woman. I think I passed out for a while, and Bob had not really fucked me yet. I asked if this was the way it would always be, and he said yes. I was too far gone; I cuddled in his arms and fell asleep. Later was when we really made love, only this time I got what I originally wanted. I woke him with a blowjob, then he took me to unheard of heights and I knew I was in love. Bob was the man of my dreams. Every Saturday night was sex night until we were married. We didn't have a lot of money, so we drove up to Niagara Falls to honeymoon and only saw the falls twice, once driving up to the motel when we stopped at night to say we had seen them, and again the morning we left for home when we stopped and hugged at the rail, and said we would never part. Things were great, first Mary came along, then RJ, and we decided that would be enough for us and Bob had a snip done. We had decided that his was so easily reversible that if we wanted more, we could. Things were fine for several years, then my dad got real sick and we found out it was colon cancer. Mom worried so much and I took a leave of absence and stayed with my parents for almost four months. I left when Mom told me I had to get home to Bob. It had been a very hard four months for me, as well as on our marriage. Shortly after I left, my mom just quit living. She quit eating and wanted to follow Dad. A month after I left, she died of complications with pneumonia. I was devastated; Bob held me and cuddled with me every night, from the time he came home, until I fell asleep in his arms. About a month after I went back to work, Rodney took me aside and said that I needed some help. He took me to a psychologist friend of his and he helped a lot. Rod wanted payment for his help in the form of my pussy. I think that the shrink put some kind of hypnotic spell on me, because I started cheating on Bob at lunch with Rodney. We would go to this apartment not far from the plant and he would have sex with me. He paid me lots of compliments, told me how beautiful I was, and that he would never believe I was as old as I was. It never turned into love, but it was convenient. I got all my love from Bob at home, but I got hot and heavy raw sex from Rodney. I somehow felt I needed this; I couldn't understand why, but I did. Then about three years ago, Dennis came into the picture and I had sex with him too, in the same apartment. I got love letters from each of them. Rodney started before we even had sex. Bob knew when I went to Doctor Schneider, and his insurance paid for all the visits. I went to this guy for almost a year, and I wonder now if he was fucking me too, but I just didn't remember it. Anyway, this continued until Bob found the evidence in my desk. I knew I was foolish to think that I could keep this from him, but by only doing it during working hours, except for three financial conferences we went to over the years, we thought we were safe. I really didn't like it when Dennis came into the picture, but I never had any real strong objections to it, so it happened. Now I knew that something wasn't right. After the night Bob confronted me with the evidence, I called Rodney and Dennis and said it was over. I would never cheat again. Rodney said something that I resisted, and had him repeat. It was 'the southern belle gives Rodney the meat.' I knew I needed to do something and answer with something, but I just couldn't get it out of my mouth. I think my mind had snapped and realized what was going on. I told Rod that he better shut up or there would be dire consequences. Then when I was talking with Dennis, he said, 'western bitches give Dennis the dog.' Now what was that supposed to mean. I think they both knew then the game was over. I told Dennis that he better never touch me again or he would end up dead, that Bob knew at least a hundred ways to kill someone with his bare hands, and he was still capable of doing so even at his age. That scared Dennis and he hung up. I waited for Bob to come home, but he didn't. He wasn't home the next day or night either. I called all around town to every motel and hotel in a fifty mile radius of home, and finally found out where Bob was. He even used his own name to make the reservations. I guess he used his cell as the number wasn't on our call logs on the home phone. He was at the New Castle Inn in the downtown area. First thing when I awoke the next morning and found Bob still not there, I went to work and asked to speak to Greg Lanier, the new CEO. He greeted me and I sat in front of his desk and slid a piece of paper over to him, "It's my resignation, and I want you to accept it. I quit, and I want you to know that Rodney Coleman, Dennis Farley, and I have been having an affair and I believe that Rodney had me hypnotized into doing it. He had some kind of hypnotic phrase that he would use to put me under and I would become compliant. Dennis had one too. I have been with Rodney for ten years now, and Dennis for three. I want them fired, and I want that damn doctor who caused all this brought up on charges too. But, Greg, I lost Bob, he left me and I think I know where he is. I want to bring him back home with me and maybe I can explain what happened. But I can't work here anymore. I have to leave before I am the laughing stock of the company, although I may already be. I just don't know anymore. But that's it, goodbye." I got up to leave and Greg said, "Sit down, Mrs. Forsythe. First, I will not accept the resignation; if you want to retire, I'll accept that, but quitting, no. From what you say, if it's true, you have been duped into doing this and it's not of your own choosing. Secondly, both men will be fired as soon as you leave this office. And thirdly, if you find Bob, I need to talk to him too. Now let me get to some housecleaning that I need to do. Please feel free to call on me anytime, Ellen, and I mean that." I left his office and drove over to the Inn and saw Bob's car in the parking lot. I went to the desk and said, "I am Ellen Forsythe and my husband, Robert, is here and I would like his room key, please." The desk clerk asked for my ID and when I showed my driver's license, he coded and gave me a key. I went up to the second floor and let myself in and there was Bob, draped over one of the beds and smelling very sour. There was vomit on the floor where he couldn't hold the liquor he had taken in his body last night. Bob is lucky to finish one beer anymore, so I knew he had had too much last night. I shook him to wake him and he called me names and told me to go away, then he kind of froze and couldn't catch his breath. He reached for his arm and breathed "Pain" and clutched his chest. Bob was having a heart attack; believe it or not, I was able to pick him up and drag him to the elevator and get him downstairs. The door started to close on us as we were exiting, and it hit Bob on the neck and I yelled for help. A man came running over from the lobby and helped me get Bob into my car, then I drove like a mad woman to the hospital a mile away. I laid on the horn when I got to the emergency room doors, and three people suddenly came out and helped me get Bob inside. They took him from me and I fell to the floor crying. A nurse came and helped me to a chair and asked what happened. I was talking gibberish with all the crying and hiccupping I was doing, but I think I did say 'heart attack' and 'I lost him'. She had an orderly come to stay with me and she went back to the room they had wheeled Bob into. They shortly wheeled him out again, said they were taking him upstairs, and would have someone come get me once he was in a room. I finally calmed down enough that I could call Mary and RJ. I told them their dad had had a heart attack and he was in the hospital. RJ was in class, but would be back home as soon as he could work something out. Mary was on the way over. Once Mary got here, I took her outside and explained about the heart attack. I didn't give many details just that I found him on the bed and got him here. I didn't tell her about the rest yet, I wanted her to let me take care of him. She asked me what Bob had meant when he told her we were separating; I said we would talk after Bob got better. Bob had the neck surgery for the discs, and angioplasty to fix the place in his aorta that had weakened and caused the attack because of stress. I stayed right by his side except when he was in surgery, when I went home to clean up and change. I tried to tell Mary some of what happened, like with the doctor hypnotizing me, but she didn't buy that story. I told her it was the truth. Then that fateful day when Bob woke up. He told me to leave; he thought I should be arrested for attempted murder. My God, what a mess I have made of our lives. Maybe they would be better off if I did just die. ------- A few days later, my business attorney came to see me and wanted to know what I wanted to do now. Greg had contacted him in regards to a Doctor Gustav Schneider that was Ellen's psychologist treating her for her depression when her parents died. Greg had said that Ellen told him that he had hypnotized her into having sex with Rodney ten years ago. After some digging, it was found that the good doctor was doing a lot of that for certain clients who brought him good looking women. He especially loved married women because even if they got over the post hypnotic suggestions and the triggers, they would not tell on him in order to save their marriages. The good doctor had made one enemy too many, and met with a fatal accident several years ago. Now there was the matter of Rodney Coleman and Dennis Farley; did I want to pursue a suit against them for alienation of affections and multiple rapes of my wife. I nodded yes, and he said he would take that duty on. "Lastly, Bob, what about the divorce of Ellen, do you still want to pursue that case, as well? Sally is all set to serve papers, but with the complication of the hypnosis, even though it can't be proven beyond a shadow of doubt, it is still in the mess. She thinks that if you still want a divorce, you should go with irreconcilable differences instead of adultery." I shook my head no, and he said he understood and that they would save the information, but the suit against Rodney and Dennis would go forth. He did ask if I had seen Ellen since I sent her away, and I shook my head no again. "Bob, you should at least hear her side of all this. She does have a compelling argument that she was not really a willing party to all this mess. She looks bad, Bob, she has lost weight, and I don't think she sleeps much either." I croaked out "Ask." "You want me to ask her to come here, Bob?" I nodded my head yes. "Okay, Bob, I call her. What do I tell her?" "Come," was all I could say. I had some tears running down my cheeks and I think he understood. "I will call her when I leave here. Take care, Bob, and get well soon. I'll stop in again once I know more about the suit against Rodney and Dennis." About an hour later, I saw Ellen peek through the opening door. I gestured with my somewhat free arm for her to come in. I was no longer hampered with IVs in both arms, so I could now write on a big tablet that Mary had brought me. I was also out of the oxygen tent, but still had oxygen in my nose. I still couldn't talk except in whispers and then only a couple of words at a time, so Mary suggested either my laptop or a tablet. The tablet worked best. I had already written out, 'Are you all right? Are you taking care of yourself?' "Oh, Bob, I'm trying. RJ and Mary are trying to force me to eat. They are great children. I am living with Brenda, my friend from work now, and she is trying to help too. I have found a place now and have a room with Brenda. You remember Brenda Scott over in accounting. Well, I am living with her for right now." I wrote, 'Why not live at home?' "Oh, I can't live there, too many memories, besides that's your house now." 'No, our home, not mine alone.' "Are you sure? I mean I would love to be home, but only if you mean it. What about the divorce?" 'I stopped it – only going after Rodney & Dennis. Dr. dead 3 yrs ago.' "Are you positive, Bob, where will you live if I live at home?" 'I need care, you care me. We be care together.' Ellen began crying then and wanted to hug me, so she hugged my left leg and sobbed while saying, "Thank you so much, Bob, you have no idea how much that means to me that you would take me back after all that has happened. I love you so much, and I miss having you in my bed every night. I need you more now than ever, because I have a lot to make up for. And believe me when you get well, I am going to get you a whole mess of those little blue pills so I can try to make up to you for all the things I have done in the past. You will be able to take those pills right, Bob?" I just stuck out my tongue and wiggled it around and Ellen swooned. "Okay, no matter what happens with or without the pills, we will make love a lot again. I have really missed your loving lips and magic tongue. ------- It's now been six months since my heart attack. The trial for Rodney Coleman comes up next week; he is also awaiting his final divorce decree, as well as is Dennis. Their wives filed as soon as the suit was filed with the court. Both men have been put with ankle bracelets for constant monitoring, much like Neal Caffrey on the TV show 'White Collar'. They were considered flight risks, hence the anklets. I am home now and Ellen is mothering me much like she did our kids when they were sick when they were little. Last night, I was able to have Ellen lay on her back as I made oral love to her like I always used to. God, I love my wife and I love the sex we have with each other now. I can't take a pill yet, but I am getting stronger and the doctor says if all is well in another two months, then I get a green light. I will have to monitor my blood pressure and my pulse before, during, and after, to make sure I don't overtax my body. I told Sally to shred the paperwork for our divorce. I told her sorry for all the trouble, but she said she was happy to do it and she only charged me two thirds of what she should have. I guess we turned out to be a special case. Mary had a boy James Robert Sherman; James after Doug's father, and Robert after me. He is cute and the apple of Ellen's eye. Mary is staying home with him for the first year, and then Ellen will be taking care of him until school starts. RJ, or Robert Michael Forsythe Junior, is now married to Gail Summers, well it used to be Summers; and he is now in law school. Gail is working in the office at the plant much like Ellen started. Greg had a lot to do with that, but then I did too, as I am still on the Board, although an absentee member. I keep connected by computer and Skype when the really important things come up, so I am still active in a way. I still use a walker now and then, usually when I get tired. My left leg is coming along a lot better now that I can really move around. Live is good; it's not great, but then whose life is when you're 61 and recovering from a massive heart attack. That's my tale of woe, I can no longer drink beer, but I still have a few in the fridge for when RJ and Doug come by. I'm happier than I have been in quite a while; well happier than when I found out my wife was cheating on me, but then I found it was due to hypnosis and not really cheating on her part. Oh yeah, Rodney got five to ten years, and Dennis got four to eight, for their part in my wife's little adventure, and Ellen and I are back to three times a month, most times with a little help, but not always. 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