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Kate's Anniversary Surprise
by Dee Dixer (db1044@excite.com)
***
Wife has an affair that leads to tragedy many years
later. (MF, wife, cheat)
***
This story has some flash backs, so dates are inserted
to help the reader keep up.
September 2008
That lying, cheating whore, David thought to himself.
What whore, you might ask? The cheating whore I have
been married to for almost 40 years. My name is David
Bray and I married Catherine, who goes by Kate, in
November 1968. She had a long term affair that ended
about 25 years ago. So why am I so angry? Because I
just found out today.
The bulb burned out in the master bedroom closet. Since
the ceiling is so high, I needed a step ladder to
replace the bulb. Once the new bulb was screwed in, I
started down the ladder, missed a step and nearly fell.
I grabbed the closet shelf for support, and when I did
I knocked a shoe box off into the floor. It was filled
with old letters and photos, and they scattered
everywhere.
When I began to pick them up, I noticed pictures of
another man. Then I started looking at the envelopes
and they were all addressed to Kate in a handwriting I
didn't recognize. God, why didn't I just put them back
and go about my business? But my monkey genes got the
best of me and I read one of the letters. It a single
small sheet, was post marked September 20, 1973. That
would have been just a couple of months before our
fifth wedding anniversary.
"My Darling Kate,
I cannot express how I feel this morning. I just
returned home from our conference and I am still giddy.
I could still smell your perfume on my shirt when I
dropped it in the hamper. I can close my eye and still
feel your arms around me, your lips pressed against
mine. I shiver when I think of your touch, your hands
gently moving down my chest. I had no more control than
a 16 year school boy when you first touched my manhood.
I can't wait to be with you again, to feel you moving
against me as we join together.
Until next we meet, Love, Rob."
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I looked at
the envelops like they were snakes. I sorted them by
post mark date. That took a while since there were well
over 100. Then I sat and looked the pile, wondering if
I had the courage to read more.
November 15, 1968
David and Kate left the church trying to duck
underneath a shower of rice. They had been dating for
about a year, and had been sleeping together for the
past six months. During the last two weeks before the
wedding they had no opportunity to be alone, and they
were as horny as two teenagers. David was 21, good
looking, with a college diploma on which the ink had
barely dried. He had just graduated at midterm and had
a job offer to go to work for a small mainframe
computer maintenance firm on Monday. That meant no
honeymoon until later, but he couldn't pass up the job.
Kate was 20 and had a year of school to go. She was
majoring in accounting, so would be able to find
something in pretty much any industry around. She was
had brown hair, was very pretty, and built like Mae
West. Not fat at all, but she had tits that would make
a dead man drool.
As soon as they arrived at their apartment they
attached each other like a starving wolf after a sheep.
It was a good thing that couples always change out of
their wedding clothes at the church. Her beautiful gown
would have never withstood this kind of onslaught. With
their lips locked together and one hand groping each
other, they attempted to get undressed with the other
hand. It didn't work well at all and they fell in a
tumbled pile onto their marriage bed. Once they were
finally naked, their love making was quick, almost
violent. Their passion was so fired that they exploded
together in minutes. David pulled out of her and fell
at her side. They held one another, panting.
In no time at all, David was again erect. This time he
took his time, kissing and caressing his new bride from
her lips to her toes. Once he reached her feet, began
to slowly work his way back up toward the top of her
legs. Once he reached his goal, he began to slowly lick
and kiss her whole pubic area, never stopping on one
spot long enough for more than a gently kiss. After a
couple of minutes she began to whimper, begging him to
drive her over the edge. "Yes, please, do it. You know
how I love it, please make me come."
David focused his attention on her labia and clitoris.
The fact that she was already full of his seed didn't
matter at all. He had worshiped this woman since their
first date. David could not have told anyone why he was
so drawn to Kate. It was as if after meeting her, no
other woman on earth existed. He licked and sucked her
until she began to shudder in the throws of a huge
climax. She grabbed his head and pulled him into
herself, almost bruising him in her intensity. She
loved when he used his lips and tongue on her, but she
very seldom returned the favor. She also made it 100%
clear that if he ever came in her mouth, it would be
the last blow job he got, ever. She could not handle
the idea of the little, wiggly cells in her mouth.
After her orgasm subsided, he lay on his back and
pulled her onto him. She straddled him and he slipped
into her wetness with no trouble at all. She pressed
herself hard against his groin, trying to pull his
entire pelvis into herself. She began to rock gently,
not withdrawing and thrusting back onto him, but a
simple short, rocking motion. He was not able to hold
out long enough for her to come again. He spent himself
into her, almost passing out from the intensity of his
orgasm.
Their love making continued daily, growing more intense
with each coupling. Then eight days after their wedding
night Kate got up throwing up. At first they thought it
was the flu, but it turned out to be morning sickness.
In August 1969, nine months and two days after their
wedding, she gave birth to their daughter Rachel. Kate
had dropped out of school with one semester left to
graduate so she could stay home with the baby full
time. David could not have been more proud of his
beautiful baby girl. He would hold her for hours
singing softly to her. Like all new parents, almost
every day was documented on film.
After Rachel was weaned, Kate went back to finish up
her degree. As soon as she graduated, she started to
work at Thompson and Sons Accounting, a professional
CPA firm with offices in several cities in the Midwest.
She immediately began to work on getting her
certification.
David had received a couple of raises, and just got his
first promotion at the same time Kate completed her CPA
training. They were both making excellent salaries and
by their second anniversary in 1970 had purchased a
small starter home. Then in the middle of May 1971,
Kate got up throwing up again. It seems like her
morning sickness kicked in each time before she had
even missed the first period. She worked right up until
the first of February 1972 then took off. Their second
child, born on Valentine's Day, was a little boy. They
named him Richard. Paid maternity leave was unheard of
in those days, but they had enough saved to get by just
fine until she could return to work. Rachel was 2 ½
when Richard was born and she was thrilled to have a
little brother. They bonded almost from the first day
Richard came home from the hospital.
She started back to work in April. It was a little
harder than the first time, because she was still
nursing. She finally weaned Richard when he turned one,
figuring he was old enough now to switch to a bottle.
Everything was 100% all American normal for the Bray
household for the next year. In August 1973, her boss
called her in and told her that they had scheduled her
for a three day training seminar in Dallas.
She and one other accountant had been picked to train
on the new corporate accounting procedures, and then
they would roll out the new procedures to every one in
the local office. The training was scheduled for
September 16 – 18, and they would return home the
morning of the 19th. The other attendee was Robert
Myers. Rob had been with the company about a year
longer than Kate.
The training class was informative, but not
particularly entertaining. Rob and Kate had dinner the
first two evenings, discussed how to prepare to pass
along everything to the staff back home, and went off
to their rooms. The evening of the 18th, Rob suggested
they stick around and have a drink after dinner, maybe
even a dance or two since they didn't have to get up
early. Their return flight was at 11:00 the next
morning. Kate didn't see the harm in a couple of
drinks, so she readily agreed.
As the evening progressed, Kate realized that Rob was a
terrific dancer. They moved together like they had
practiced for years. After a couple of cocktails, Kate
wasn't ready to turn in for the night. She had been
married for nearly five years, and had been pregnant or
working for almost the entire time. She missed the
social life she and David had shared when they were
dating.
By 10:00 they were both pretty tipsy from consuming way
more that the couple of drinks they had planned. They
got on the elevator to go to their rooms, and before
either one thought, they were kissing. As soon as the
elevator doors opened they almost ran to Rob's room.
Once inside they were all over each other. It was as
wild as Kate's wedding night, fumbling for zippers and
buttons, grabbing, squeezing, stroking and kissing like
newlyweds. They made love four times before they were
too spent to continue. Kate was so thrilled to find out
she was still attractive I spite of five years of
marriage and two kids, that she felt little, if
anything from her conscience.
The next day on the flight home, they behaved like
business associates, but they both knew this would not
be their last fling.
September 2008
David had now read over twenty letters, all addressed
to "My Darling Kate' and all signed "Until next we
meet, Love, Rob." All were about the same, telling his
faithless whore of a wife how much he loved her and
loved being with her. He could not understand how this
could have gone on so long without him having a clue.
Kate never stayed out late, never had a "girls night
out," and almost never traveled overnight. As that
thought occurred to him, he picked up a letter dated
May 10, 1975.
"My Daring Kate,
Last night was incredible, wonderful, amazing beyond
description. There are no words to describe how much I
love the feeling of your naked body next to me, your
smell, and your taste. And when you allowed to climax
while you were giving me head, I knew that you truly
love me. Every day you are with him is pure torture for
me. I love you with all my heart.
Until next we meet, Love, Rob."
Son of a BITCH! She had let him come in her mouth?
Still, after 40 years with that slut, she had only
taken him in her mouth maybe 20 times, and had never
allowed him finish during the oral. He wanted to rip
her cheating head off her shoulders. He wanted to crush
the life out of both of them with his bare hands. How
could she have lived under his roof for all this time,
claiming she loved him and yet have sucked this
asshole's cock all the way to the finish?
His hurt was now replaced with an almost blind rage.
God, it was a good thing the whore was not home, he
would have killed her. No longer concerned about the
pain he felt, he picked up the next letter in the
stack. It was more of the same lovey-dovey stuff as the
first 20 or so.
April 1976
The first week of April, Kate got up throwing up.
Neither David nor Kate thought too much about it, maybe
a touch of the flu. The next morning Kate got up
throwing up again. David looked at her and said simply,
"You're pregnant."
"I can't be pregnant. We have always used protection
since Richard was born. I just have the flu." Except it
wasn't the flu. Three weeks later she had missed a
period, and they were sure. When she missed her second
period, she went to the doctor, and she was definitely
pregnant, due in late December. She went into labor on
December 20, and just after midnight on the morning of
December 21, 1976, Karen Lee Bray popped into the
world. Like their first two, David held tiny little
Karen every chance he got, singing to her as she
snuggled against his chest.
September 1982
It was a beautiful fall morning and David and had
planned to surprise the family with an impromptu
picnic. He got up at the crack of dawn and began
preparing everything, sandwiches, chips, and cold
drinks in the ice chest. He went to the garage and got
down the horse shoe game set and loaded it into the
car. When he got back into the house, Kate was in the
bathroom throwing up. "Oh my God, you're pregnant
again."
A few weeks later it was confirmed, and in June 1983
she gave birth to Robert Allen Bray. They now had two
girls and two boys. David was 36 and Kate was 35 when
the baby was born. He decided that too much is enough
and went in to have a vasectomy. By the time Kate had
recovered from the delivery he was shooting blanks.
Little Allen was a wonder. He walked and talked very
early, and simply refused to remain a baby. David
almost burst with pride at everything his boy did.
September 2008
He continued on through the pile until the last two.
The last two letters were dated September 16, 1982 and
January 26, 1983. The next to the last letter talked
about Rob being temporarily reassigned to the Chicago
office. He would be there for six months, and then
return on April first. It went on about how six months
without her would be almost unbearable.
Then David opened the last letter from January 1983 and
his world ended.
"My Dearest, Beloved, Darling Catherine,"
What the hell, thought David, this one was the first of
the huge stack to begin with a different greeting. He
continued reading.
"My Dearest, Beloved, Darling Catherine,
After you called last night I was not able to sleep. I
have not been this happy and excited since I was six
years old on Christmas morning. I still can't believe
you are going to have our baby. I hope you plan to tell
him immediately, so we can be together starting the day
I get back. I will be home on an afternoon flight April
2. Please meet me at the airport. I can not wait to
feel you in my arms. The baby will be moving a lot by
the time I get back. I am dying to feel that tiny
little life inside you. I wish I could be home to watch
every day as our baby grows. Just two more months my
love and we can become a family and be together
forever.
I adore you, Love, Rob."
There was a newspaper clipping folded in with last
letter. He picked it up and began to read, his mind
almost on autopilot. It was a brief article about a
fatal car accident. "Robert Allen Myers, a long time
employee of the local office of Thompson and Sons
Accounting, died in Chicago on February 1 from injuries
sustained after he was struck by car. The driver had
lost control on an icy street. The driver, who was
cited for failure to maintain control, was uninjured.
Services for Mr. Myers are pending."
David's anger evaporated. There was nothing left
inside. He was just like a boxer in that last second
just after getting hit by the knock out punch, but just
before falling to the canvas. This had to be a mistake.
Allen was not his son? After 25 years of caring for
him, kissing the skinned knees and bumped heads,
laughing together, crying together, fighting their way
through the teenage years, and Allen was someone else's
son? David left the house. He had to go somewhere else,
anywhere else, to think.
An hour later David stopped at a road side table on the
highway about 50 miles west of town. He got out and sat
on the sunny side. The warm fall sun did nothing to
break through the chill in his heart. After a minute or
so, the tears started. He must have cried for a solid
hour before the sobbing began to taper off.
He began to think for the first time since reading the
last letter. His pain and anger began to resurface, but
not the overwhelming, mind numbing hurt and rage he had
felt earlier. This was more controlled. He was still
able to think.
Their 40th wedding anniversary was in November. He
could not stay with her, but he knew he could not live
without her. David returned home, no he returned to the
house, it was not a home any longer.
When Kate got home that afternoon, she could tell
something was wrong. David was in the room, but he
seemed like he was somewhere else. "What's wrong,
Honey?"
"David, I said what's wrong?"
"What? Oh – nothing, just a big problem at work, they
called me and I have to go in tomorrow."
"But tomorrow is Sunday!"
"I know, but this seems to be some kind of crisis, I
may have to work for days."
David didn't have any type of crisis at work, but he
needed an excuse to be away from the house for as much
time as he could until he made up his mind. After a
week of leaving the house before daylight, and getting
home at 11:00 or later each night, he had made his
decision. For the next few weeks, he was cordial to
Kate, but not affectionate. When she hugged him he
would return the hug, but there was no passion.
Kate could feel the difference, but she just assumed it
was still work related.
November 15, 2008
This was the day of their 40th anniversary. David had
kissed her good by this morning, but had said nothing
about the plan for the rest of the day. At 3:00 that
afternoon, a messenger walked up to her office. "Mrs.
Bray?" "Yes, I'm Kate Bray." "Ma'am this is for you."
He handed her a white gift bag decorated with small
silver wedding bells. She heard the tiny bells tinkle
softly as he handed her the bag. Kate's heart leapt,
David had sent her a surprise gift. She had been almost
sure he had forgotten the date because of his recent
stress.
She pulled the tissue from the top of the bag and
inside was an envelop. She tore it open and pulled out
the letter. When she did, David's wedding ring fell out
onto her desk. "What the hell," she thought. She began
to read.
"Catherine,
I had planned to make this day the most special
surprise I could, but this letter is certainly not the
surprise I originally intended. A few weeks ago I had
to change the bulb in our closet. When I did, I knocked
over a shoe box. It turned out to contain a stack of
letters from Robert Allen Myers. Robert Allen, does
that name sound somehow familiar? Oh, yes, that is the
name of your fourth child. I assume from his letter
that Allen was his only child. I suppose you must have
felt obligated to name Allen after his dead father."
Kate felt like an ice cold hand was crushing her heart
as she continued to read David's letter.
"As I read Rob's letters to you, I was torn between the
worst pain and the worst rage I have ever felt. I can
not stay with you, the betrayal is too deep. I have
loved you, and remained faithful and devoted to you for
40 years. If only you had felt the same toward me.
I know your affair with Rob ended 25 years ago, but the
pain is new and fresh, because I first learned of your
infidelity only weeks, not years ago. I think I could
have forgiven a physical betrayal, but it was obvious
from reading his letters that you did not just give him
your body. You did things with him in the bedroom that
you have always refused to do with me. You gave him
your heart and your soul, even to the point of letting
him father your last child.
If he had not died unexpectedly, it was clear that you
planned to leave with him as soon as he returned home.
Finally, after he died, you continued to deceive me for
the next 25 years by letting me think that you truly
loved me and that Allen was my son. I don't understand
how I could have lived with you for all this time and
never saw how two faced and evil you are inside.
I know what I write next is purely symbolic and has no
force of law, but this small symbol is all I have left.
As my last act on earth, I am taking back the name I
gave to you 40 years ago. In my heart and mind you are
no longer Catherine Bray. I believe it is traditional
to say it three times, "I divorce you, I divorce you, I
divorce you. Goodbye my one time beloved bride, David."
Kate grabbed the phone. She was shaking so badly she
had to dial three times before she punched in David's
office number. After five rings the call rolled over to
his voice mail. Se left a quick message, "David, please
call me a soon as you can." Next she called David's
secretary. "Hello Mary, is David there?"
"No Kate, he called in this morning and said he was
taking off to do something special for your
anniversary. Oh, damn it, if you didn't know then I am
spoiling the surprise."
"Uh – no, that's OK Mary, thanks."
Next she dialed his cell. Again voice mail picked up
and she said, "Honey, please call me back. I need to
talk to you, to explain."
She called her boss and told him she had an emergency
at home, and was leaving early. She was crying so hard
it was a miracle she made it home without causing an
accident. "Oh God, how could I have been so stupid."
She had meant to throw away Rob's letters but had just
simply forgotten they were there. She arrived home and
burst in the door, calling David's name. He wasn't
home. After trying his cell several times over the next
hour, she called the police. Their first response was
to tell her she needed to wait 24 hours before filing a
missing persons report. "But he left me a note that I
think means he plans to harm himself."
"Exactly what does the note say Ma'am?"
"Well, it says that as his last act one earth he is
divorcing me."
"OK ma'am, we will have an office come by and talk to
you."
About 20 minutes later a patrol car arrived and the
office knocked on Kate's door. He read the letter and
asked, "Ma'am is this true? Did you have an affair
years ago, and your husband just learned about it?"
"Yes, it was stupid, and even more stupid to keep the
letters David saw. Please tell me you don't think he
would hurt himself."
"Do you have a description of his car and the license
number?" She got him the information about David's
pickup. "I will put it on the air for everyone to keep
a look out. Try not to worry too much. I am sure he is
just in a bar somewhere trying to drown himself in
alcohol."
Kate didn't sleep a wink all that night. All night
long, one minute she would beat herself up for the
affair and for keeping the letters from Rob. The next
minute she would sob hysterically and try to call
David's cell again.
A little after 10 the next morning there was a knock a
the door. She opened it, and found herself staring at
two police officers. "Mrs. Bray?"
"Yes."
"Ma'am, may we come inside?
"Yes, of course. What is it, have you fond David?"
"Yes ma'am, we got a call from a motel on the east side
of town about an hour ago. Your husband checked in
there a little after noon yesterday."
"Is he OK, where is he, when can I see him?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Bray. It looks like he took his own
life. The maid found him this morning."
Kate passed out. The officers caught her before she
could hit the floor and carried her to the couch. They
laid her down with her feet elevated. A couple of
minutes later she came to. Her heart felt like it had a
1000 pound weight pressing down on it. "Is there
someone we can call ma'am? You don't need to be alone
right now."
"Yes, our son lives across town. I can call him." She
picked up her cell and dialed Richard's number.
"Hello, this is Richard."
"Son, its mom. You need to come over right away.
Something has happened to dad."
Epilogue
David's funeral had been this morning. It was a typical
day for early winter, clear, sunny, and very chilly.
The cold air matched the chill that hung over Kate's
heart.
Once they got back home, Kate sat at the dining room
table staring at the photo of her and David cutting
their wedding cake. That photo had hung over their
table for 40 years. Her heart felt dead. Dozens of
questions flowed through her mind. How could she have
been so stupid as to have kept those damn letters? Had
she loved Rob? Yes, she thought she had loved him. Did
she love David? Again, yes. It sounds contradictory,
but it is certainly possible to love two men at once.
Why had she done things with Rob that she never did
with David? She could answer that one.
She was married to David and wanted not only his love,
but also his respect. She feared that she would lose
that respect if she gave in to her most wanton physical
desires with him. Would she have left David and married
Rob if Rob hadn't been killed? She really didn't know.
If David had found out 25 years ago that Allen was not
his son, she would have had no choice. David would have
tossed her out. Maybe that would have been better.
At least then he would have had all the intervening
years to find peace and happiness with another woman.
She knew without any doubt that if she could choose,
she would choose for David to be alive in the arms of
another woman instead of being dead. If he had given
himself to someone else, that couldn't hurt as badly as
this.
Some people might think David took the coward's way
out, but Kate didn't believe that. David had not killed
himself, she had killed him. Yes, he was still
breathing when he checked into that motel, but she had
killed his soul. She had destroyed the spark that made
him who he was. All he did was finish off the dead
shell of a man that was left after she had crushed his
soul. She had reached into David's chest and ripped out
his heart. She could not claim she didn't know it was a
fatal wound.
Now she had to face her children and grandchildren and
tell them why "Pop-Pop" was gone. In the past few days
she had though of a dozen lies she could tell, but she
had decided to tell them the whole, brutal truth. It
was entirely her fault, and she had to face that
because she owned it to the man who had loved and
cherished her for so long. She could only pray that she
would still have any family left after this day was
done.
END
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