From that day forward, I made sure that I either blew Jon or at least stroked him off every day. Jon even got to the point of feeling me up and masturbating me with his fingers.
Finally, they released him to come home. The fire department ambulance brought him home and the guys had even helped me set the house up so Jon could stay on the first floor. We moved our big king sized bed down from the bedroom. The kids were happy that dad was home.
The first night was a little awkward as Jon wanted to talk. He said that he was not sure that we should sleep together as that might give the kids the wrong message. Jon said, even though I have forgiven you, I have not forgotten.
I told him I understand. I quickly left the room so that Jon would not see me crying. Mom was great. She held me then told me to march right back in there and tell Jon that I need to sleep there in case he needs something during the night. We will deal with the kids when the time comes.
I did. We slept together for the first time in a year. It was still three months until the divorce will be final, so I had my work cut out for me. I Asked the court to grant an extension for three additional months. Jon's injury and rehabilitation was most important and I urged the judge to let me finish getting Jon healthy again. Jon did not object, so the judge granted it.
Jon really didn't need much assistance, which left me a lot of time to think. I mostly thought about how stupid I was and how I never saw the seduction coming. I started reading about how people become seduced and started my own web based support group for people that were seduced which caused them to divorce. From my group, I read hundreds of stories about how they became the victim of seduction.
I decided to put it all in print and make a book to help prepare women to be able to recognize and prevent unwanted seduction. I called the book, The Cheater's Handbook. When I finished, I sent it to a publisher who helped me get it edited. They published the book and gave me a small check, until they could see what the book would do in sales.
The book was a huge success and went into multiple printings. It even made the best sellers list. The publisher started sending me huge royalty checks and I even got an invite to the Ellen Show to discuss my book.
Jon and my six months was just about up and the divorce would actually become final on the day I was going to do the Ellen Show. I did not need to be in court as it was just a formality. As much as I tried, Jon just would say, that he has not forgotten.
On the day of the Ellen Show, I did my best to put on a good face, but underneath I was devastated. Ellen was kind and funny. We discussed the book and why I wrote it. I described how I had become victimized by a seducer and that it cost me my marriage. I gave the whole gory details of how I was raped and why the courts would not prosecute the offender. I explained that I wanted to give women the knowledge to prevent what happened to me and thousands of other women from it ever happening to them. I explained that I called it The Cheater's Handbook because it read like a sports playbook. It shows step by step methods that seducers use.
I explained to Ellen and the audience, How I had a fairytale marriage and how I was deeply in love with my husband. I never imagined that I would fall victim to a seducer. To this day I wish I could turn the clock backwards, but the reality of how I had destroyed not only my life but the lives of my husband and children.
Ellen asked me about how I was moving on? I explained that I was going to be the best parent to my children possible and that I was going to make sure that they knew that they were conceived in love and that their father was a wonderful husband and father and that I was the one who failed the family.
Ellen said, don't you think that you are being harsh on yourself?
I replied, No Ellen, to this very day, which is the day out divorce becomes final, I love my husband with all my heart. I know deep down he still loves me but I violated his trust and no matter how much you love somebody, without trust, the relationship will not survive.
Ellen then asked, what advice do you have for our audience?. I said, first off, you might disagree with me on this, but if you are in a relationship or married, stay out of the bars unless your husband is with you. These seducers are trolling the bars for their hook ups and the message that they have is that if you are in the bar without your husband, you are fair game. Bars are not the only place but remember, if you would not do something in front of your husband, then you probably should not be doing it. Secondly if any man tries to put your husband down, to you or in front of you, he has evil intentions and is trying to drive a wedge into your relationship.
Ellen then asked if you could say anything to your husband what would you tell him now. I replied, I would tell him how sorry I was and that no matter what happens I will always love him.
Then Ellen threw a surprise in for me. She said, In all fairness, I think there are women out there that thinks your husband is wrong. After all you did try to stop the situation but was forced to violate your vows. I would like to give him a chance to say to you what he would like to say.
Just then the TV screen for the audience and a monitor in front of me flashed on and there was Jon.
He said, Hi Ellen, I would like to congratulate Keri on the success of her book and I would like to tell her...
Just then the screen went to static and the picture and sound went haywire.
Ellen said to the producers...What is wrong? Then they said just give us a minute, we lost the signal.
Unbeknown to me, the whole time, Jon was in the studio. While I was sitting there waiting, Jon had walked up behind me.
Then I heard Jon say over the monitors, but just as if he was standing next to me. I would like to tell Keri, that I still love her and that I want her back in my life, if she will have me.
Hearing this, I was crying, I couldn't even get a word out, but I know I was nodding my head and finally I said, There is nothing more in my life that I want than having you back.
Ellen said, well don't tell me, turn around and tell that to Jon.
I turned around and Jon was standing there. I jumped up into his arms so fast that I caught him off guard and both of us tumbled over. I was crying and kissing him and promising him that I will make him so happy.
The audience was cheering and clapping and it seemed like eternity before it stopped.
Ellen said, Keri, you are wrong, fairy tales do exist and to help make yours, we are sending you and Jon to a fairy tale Honeymoon to the City of Love, Paris France. Also, I know that today your divorce is final, but that is also not true as Jon had stopped the divorce a month ago. And finally to make a renewed commitment to you marriage, the very judge who refused to give up on you is here to renew your wedding vows...if that is want you want.
The renewed vows were done in front of a live studio audience. Jon had flown his mother, our children, my parents and his sister and her husband to the studio. When he discovered that I was going to be on the Ellen show, he contacted her and explained what he wanted to do. For the last month everyone knew my Jon was coming home except me.
Jon later explained that he wanted to do it this way because of how I unselfishly put myself out there to try to protect others by telling my story which could open me up to public ridicule. He wanted to make an equally strong statement as to his love for me.
Jon finished healing and was now back on the job. He had already given up his apartment and we moved the bed back up to our bedroom. The kids were happy that daddy is home and I, well let's just say that I am still making sure little miss hot pants nurse will get nothing from Jon. Jon now says he goes to work just so he can get some rest.
I am not upset that Jon returned to the fire department. Absolutely not. The world needs more real men like Jon and all the firefighters out there. I worry about what could happen, but I am secure in knowing that I am loved and that he is loved. I trust in his brother and sister firefighters to keep each other safe. I know what it takes to trust and that is the ultimate commitment to each other. I have that commitment to Jon and my family.
Epilog;
The honeymoon was wonderful. Neither Jon or could barely walk by the time we got back. I just came home from work today and have some other news for Jon. It seems that the farm is growing. I am pregnant again and the doctor thinks it will be twins again. Ellen would like an update to our lives and I think that I am going to tell Jon on the live feed update.
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wistful
Not sure why you disparage someone who is only five foot tall. Makes me certain you have never made love with a petite woman
YOUR LOSS!!!!
GIVEN YOUR ATTITUDE-THEIR GAIN
She may have finally got mind in right place-but I agree with those who comment that drinking and dancing without your husband present means only one thing! You are looking to cheat!!
When I was single I loved slow dancing and teasing my partner by holding them close, hand on small of back and let them discover and if they were of the mind to do so, the thick bulge in my Rustlers. Many closed the distance and glued themselves to me. After bedding them they made sure to inform me what being pressed against me had done to them. Word got around and a number of nubile young ladies sought me out as a dance partner. After I was married some of those women would ask me to dance with them for old time sakes. I refused, with or without my wife present
Before we got engaged and after we were married my wife and I talked and agreed that our dance cards were permanently filled. Old fashioned YEP!!!
I saw no reason any other man should be allowed the privilege and pleasure of being in contact with her body. My wife was adamant that she was the only one allowed to press against the rod in my Rustlers.
Many people have uestioned our trust for each other...it's only a dance we've been told thousands of times. Both my wife and I disagree. Only fools do not recognize the intimacy of dancing.
Whether others agree is of no concern to us. One co-worker of hers was especially obnoxious about it, was always going on about how insecure I must be I just ignored him but over time my wife became more and more incensed. What pushed her over the edge was when he started uestioning my intelligence. I work construction-the pc term is mason tender. I just love the physical aspect of the job, money is decent enough to have put me through college and my wife makes over 100K. I am proud of her and despite what feminists claim I am not the least bit emasculated that she is the ''breadwinner'' Hell I brag about her
What dipstick doesn't know is I have an IQ of 148 and scored in the 99 percentile for the battery of national tests.
I did feel sorry for the guy's wife as she was as nice as he was unpleasant. Things came to a head at a breakfast her company had as a fundraiser for an employee whose daughter had become seriously ill. Bozo had been adding vodka to his orange juice and had been making suggestive comments to my wife.
My wife knows I have a very slow fuse, but she also knows I was about to put an end to this type of nonsense and make sure everyone else at her workplace got an up close and very personal lesson on the consequences of besmirching her honor.
She stepped in front of me cupped my face in her hands and after giving me a smoldering kiss in front of everyone told me she would put and end to this behavior once and forever. She loudly asked for all the wives to gather around her and when they has she motioned to a platter of those tubes of JIMMY DEAN BREAKFAST SAUSAGE. She handed one to asshole's wife and told everyone. The reason I do not dance with anyone but my husband is in your hand. If I were to dance with someone's husband I would have to let his wife dance with my man. And once my husband starts moving against you what you have in your hand will feel like a cocktail weanie. Not only that but my man makes sure you are ready for to receive him-meaning close to an hour of prep work. I know he would refuse but I am just about ready to give him a free pass and let him take you away for a weekend.
Instead, I am going to put my foot down and demand he dance one dance with you. I was certsin she was just joking until the next company dinner. She went up to the band and gave them a hundred dollar tip in exchange for a slow ten minute grinder of a dance. Then she walked over to dipshit's wife took her by the hand and led her over to me. She gave me the ''you better do what I tell you look'' and gave me dummy's wife's hand. By the end of the dance there was no hiding the wet spot on the canary yellow dress, asshole was nowhere to be seen and my wife and a couple other ladies were assisting a very shaky woman to the ladies room. Myself, I went in to the men's john and was using the air dryer on my pants without much luck and cursing whar would be a prmanent stain, when my smiling-smirking probably more accurate-wife came in holding another pair of pants
She let me know she had already announced-threatened more accurate-the females at the party that what had taken place was a one time way overdue occurence and she had a conceal carry permit if anyone ever asked me to dance
OH-SHE HAD BOOKED A ROOM FOR THE WEEKEND AND WE NEVER LEFT-SHE DID MAKE A POINT OF ORDERING ONE SIDE OF SAUSAGE AFTER THE OTHERmore...
I've read two paras, don't know if I'll read more
At 5'10" you might get to be a mdel.
At 5'0", you get to make coffee, no matter how pretty you are, or who you sleep with.
Perhaps this should be in the fantasy section
So, it wasn't her fault that she got fucked in the back seat of that car.
That seems to be the opinion of some of the misandrist commenters on here. She drank too much, she let him slow dance with her and rub her up, she went to the car with him, she got in the backseat, (no coercion so far) she let him undress her (clothes not torn like she fought him) and he fucked her. She didn't remember what happened. Maybe so but the sis-in-law told her many times her views on girls nights out. Should have been a clue that maybe hubby had the same views. 1950s viewpoint or not there isn't much good that can come from girls nights out. Why would you want to have them anyway? Shouldn't that type of activity be with your husband or wife? In Dallas in the 60s and 70s they had bars they called "pressure cookers" because of all the married women who would hit them in the daytime while their husbands were at work and then rush home cook his dinner in a pressure cooker to get it done in a hurry. This was before microwave ovens. Most of these little slices of heaven were within walking distance of a no-tell motel. There was many an ass-whipping that took place in these places or in the parking lots when the husband got wind of what was going on.
Good story, not a fan of cheating spouses and she was a cheater when she started back up with that doctor. Inappropriate is inappropriate and cheating doesn't have to involve bumping uglies.more...
Worst garbage I have ever skipped thru !
Just honest 1* !!
Brilliant
One of the best efforts I have read on this site..... Thank you for this 5 star story..... *****
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