No Way Honey: Jane

All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older.

Any spelling or grammar mistakes are of my own doing.

A big thank you to Britease, for allowing me to write a continuation of his story.

It's an honor to be given permission by one of the premier writers on Lit.

In the original story, the MMC (male main character) is not given a name, so I just made one up. I made up the last names as well.

WHERE I PICK UP THE STORY.

"They know Jane. They know." Mick said with a sigh.

I looked over at our friends, who had stayed behind.

"Party's over everybody, go home."

I turned around to go do something to Mick. Whether it was to punch him or yell at him, I didn't know. It was too late. Jane's father had his finger in his face, and her mother was ushering the kids down the hallway to their bedrooms. Jane was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. I could hear her sobs.

I felt a deep sadness. Like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, and it seemed like I couldn't catch my breath. I stood there looking at the entire scene around me. My sadness got replaced with an anger that I'd never really had before, or at least in so long, that I couldn't remember. I started walking towards Mick, and Jane's father.

He saw me coming and started walking towards me. When he got about halfway to me, he finally spoke to me.

"I'm really sorry...."

That was all Mick got out of his mouth, before I lunged forward with all my strength and slammed my fist, straight into his nose. He fell back into Jane's father, and they both tumbled to the floor.

"OH MY GOD RONNIE!" my wife screamed.

Her father got up quickly for someone his age. He looked down at Mick, who was laying on the floor holding his hands over his nose.

"You deserve worse than that Mick." he said.

I was still pissed off, so I took a few running steps and kicked Mick right in the balls. The only sound that could be heard was the struggle for air, as he reached his bloody hands down to his crotch. I did feel a little better when I saw the tears streaming down his face.

I don't know how long I was standing there, but I must've been lost in another world. I was being pulled back by my father-in-law, as EMTs were trying to work on Mick.

"The police are on the way Ronnie."

"Who called the police?"

"The EMTs did on the radio."

I took my phone out of my pocket and called my family attorney. He told me that I was probably going to be arrested for assault, and that he'd meet up with me at the police station. After that, I called my brother Jack and his wife Jill, to come and stay at the house.

After I hung up the phone, I looked at my father-in-law.

"I want her out of my house, by the time I'm bailed out on Monday."

"What about the kids Ron?"

"What about them Tom? My brother and his wife are coming over to take care of them right now."

Shortly thereafter, I was placed under arrest for assault. Being stripped searched and prostate checked, really brings a man down. You're watched by an officer, as you shower and use lice shampoo all over your body.

I spent the first few hours in a large holding cell with five other guys. Two of them were drunk and sleeping. The other two had gotten into a fight with each other at a bar. They'd calmed down and were joking with one another. They congratulated me and gave me fist bumps, when I told them why I was locked up. I got moved to county jail in the early morning hours.

That weekend, I learned that county jail is like high school. Everybody knows everybody's business and there are cliques and little groups inside. Once word got around throughout the jail, what I had done to be inside, I was left alone. Quite a few fellow inmates actually gave me those "Atta boy" words.

My attorney and my brother visited me on Saturday afternoon. My attorney had met with the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) and got me a great deal. My brother informed me that Jan packed up and left after I was arrested. She came over in the morning and explained to the kids that she'd be staying at grandma and grandpa's for a while, since mommy and daddy were having problems.

It was mid-morning on Sunday, when I heard Father Franks voice from my cell door.

"You are the last person I ever thought, I'd be visiting in jail Ronald."

"I never thought in my life, that I'd end up being in here either; but none of us can really see the future now can we." I said, as I put down my book and stood up.

We shook hands.

"Pull up a seat." I said with a chuckle, as I sat down on my bunk.

Father Franks sat down next to me. Both of us looking at the floor for what seemed like minutes.

"Even though I was asked by Jane to try and talk to you about reconciliation, I'm not going to do that Ronald."

"Thank you Father. I appreciate it."

"I'm more concerned that the violent outburst could open up a Pandora's Box in you. I've seen it before."

"Father. I'm not going to go around getting in bar fights."

"Well that's good to hear."

"I'm also not even a little bit sorry for what I did either."

"I must say, that is concerning to hear though Ronald. Mick ended up having one of his.... testicles, surgically removed." he said uncomfortably.

I couldn't help but start laughing. I got up and walked out of my cell, and into the hallway overlooking the common room.

"Hey everyone! The man that I beat up for cheating with my wife, had one of his balls surgically removed." I said loudly to everyone below.

A loud cheer went up, as I raised my fist in the air smiling. I turned around and walked back into my cell. Father Franks was staring at me with his mouth slightly open.

"Well this experience has certainly changed you Ronald." Father Franks said.

"It has Father. I always let her get her own way. I let her do everything. I'm no longer going to live that way. I'm not the same man that I was before, and I never will be again."

"Change can be a good thing Ronald. Just be careful on how much you change and how quickly you implement the changes."

"Father. After we pray together, you can tell Jane that I will be filing for divorce."

"Well now Ronald, don't you think that maybe counselling is the better option. She loves you and you both have children to consider."

"Where was her concern for the children, while she was having sex with someone that was not her husband, with our children in the other room?"

Father Franks shifted uncomfortably.

"I was not aware that the children knew of her indiscretion." he said.

"It was not an indiscretion. It was indiscretions. Every single Tuesday for weeks and probably months."

"I was not aware of the extent of her cheating, only that she had done it."

I could see that he was not only upset about two of his parishioners possibly getting divorced, but that he'd also been lied to. Father Franks and I prayed for my continued safety and for healing. He left and I went back to reading.

I was awakened at seven in the morning by the guards. Myself and the five other guys that were in the cell together on Friday night, were loaded into a prison van and driven to the Magistrate's Court. It was a short drive, only ten minutes at most. We were marched into a room and individually chained to a wooden bench. A guard gave each of us a ham and cheese sandwich, a bag of pretzels, a fruit cup, and a small carton of milk for breakfast.

The six of us sat there and ate our breakfast while talking about what we were going to do when we went home. At eight o'clock they started calling us into court. Time seemed to take forever as I watched the other five men, go before me. Soon I was the only one left in the room. Finally, the guard opened the door. I stood up to walk out, but my attorney walked in instead.

"We have a problem Ronnie." he told me.

"What do you mean? What's going on?"

"The magistrate is refusing to accept the plea agreement that CPS and I came up with."

I sat down on the bench in disbelief. I was expecting to be able to go home today. I guess all the political bullshit would be preventing that from happening. My attorney sitting down on the bench next to me, snapped me out of my stupor.

"I think that it would be in your best interest to apologize and show remorse. If this thing ends up in The Crown Court, you could get five to seven years in prison."

"My wife cheats on me, and I'm the one getting screwed."

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm sorry Ronnie, I really am." he told me.

"I can't apologize to that bastard. The only thing I'm sorry about, is that I didn't castrate him."

"You don't have to mean it. You just have to say it."

"Is there a new offer?"

"Yes." he replied.

"OK, well what is it?"

He took a deep breath in, and I knew that I wasn't going to like it.

"6 months in jail with 12 months suspended, meaning if you re-offend in any way, you serve that time, a five thousand pound fine, and one hundred hours of community payback."

"That's it? I can do that. No problem."

"You're kidding right." he asked me with a surprised look on his face.

"I've had no problem in the jail at all. I'm actually quite well liked."

"It's true. The inmates love what he did to that guy. He's not being bothered at all." the guard who was standing at the door said out loud.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing Ronald. I understand that what Jan did was horrible, but you've become a completely different person. What has happened to you?"

"The moment I'm divorced from Jane, I'm going to write a book about prison life and what happened. My publisher is going to absolutely love this."

My attorney and I were called out of the room, and led into the courtroom. As I entered through the side door, I saw my brother Jack and my sister-in-law Jill, sitting in the front row by our table. In the next row behind them, was Jane and her parents. Sitting next to Jane, was Father Franks. I was surprised to see that behind them, was Mary and her parents.

The magistrate came in and called everyone into order.

The CPS attorney tried to get him to accept the deal that everyone had already agreed to. The magistrate shot it down immediately and responded.

"I fully understand the circumstances around the assault. The offender learned some terrible and disgusting news, that no husband should ever have to hear, and having to hear it from his own children, during a party with guests is appalling."

He was interrupted by a wail of crying by Jane. As the magistrate banged his gavel and ordered quiet in the courtroom, I looked behind me and saw Jan sobbing into her mother's shoulder.

He continued, "I know that Mr. Williams was in shock and was not of sound mind, when he assaulted Mr. McMullen."

"Exactly sir." my attorney said.

"I cannot however, ignore that fact that Mr. Williams caused Mr. McMullen grievous bodily harm, in which a testicle had to be surgically removed."

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, and quickly covered my mouth with my hands. I wasn't the only one to laugh either. I heard my brother and Jill laugh as well.

"Mr. Williams, please rise." the magistrate ordered.

My attorney and I stood up.

"Mr. Williams, I hereby order you to spend 6 months in jail. I am ordering an additional 12 months to be suspended, meaning if you commit any kind of crime, you serve that time. I'm issuing a five thousand pound fine, as well as one hundred hours of community payback."

He banged his gavel and walked away, as Jan was sobbing loudly.

"I'm so sorry Ronnie. I've ruined our lives."

I turned around hugged my brother and Jill, then looked at Jan.

"Sign the papers when they show up Jane." I said to her, as I was whisked back out the side door with her crying.

**********

The six months in jail went by very slowly. I spent every day reading and working out. Push-ups, sit-ups, wall-sits, and burpees in my cell. We were allowed outside for one hour a day. I spent forty-five minutes of it, jogging around the perimeter. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I was able to use the bench press, dumbbells, and squat machine in the yard.

I wrote down in a journal everything that happened each day. The people that I met, what brought them to jail, what they were hoping was waiting for them once they got out. Some were there due to bad circumstances, some were there because they made bad choices, some were there because they are just evil and bad people. I got to see and hear the points of view, from all different races and religions. All were eager to share not only their stories, but also what they "would do" if they were in my situation.

Every other Saturday, either my brother or my sister-in-law would bring my children to come see me. They didn't quite grasp what was going on at the time. They told me that their mom cried all the time, that her parents, and that my brother and SIL, were over a lot. Sometimes there was yelling. They told me that they loved and missed me. That was wonderful to hear, but at the same time, it was hard as well.

My brother told me that Mary ended up slapping Jane at the grocery store. She was also finding it hard to find anybody to that would talk to her. Our friends were shunning her. Even at church, nobody would sit near her or even talk to her. On Father Franks Sunday visits, he'd talk to me about her struggles within the community. He would talk to me about forgiveness. If people saw that I had forgiven her, maybe they'd be more open to welcome her back.

"Father, I'm never going to forgive her for what she did to our family."

"Colossians 3:12-13, As the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive." he replied.

"Galatians 6:8, The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction." I replied to him.

Father Franks frowned.

"Is there any hope at all? Divorce is horribly damaging to children. Are you not thinking about them at all?"

"Was she thinking about our children, when she was fucking our neighbor! You accuse me of not thinking about my children or being a bad father again, and you'll find out exactly how much I have changed!" I yelled at him.

Father Franks look at me aghast. Right before he said something, a fellow inmate named Tony came to the door of my cell.

"A few of us are going to go roll and train on the mats, you coming?" he said, while tossing me headgear.

"Of course." I replied while catching it.

"You're fighting now Ronald?" Father Franks said with surprise.

"It's really just rolling and sparring." I replied while standing up.

"He's actually quite good Father. Like a fish to water." Tony said smiling.

I stood up, walked over to Tony, and we fist bumped. I looked at Father Franks.

"Tell Jane, to sign the divorce papers. I know she has them.

With thirty days left to go, my attorney came to see me. He had a manilla envelope sitting on the table in front of him.

"She signed em?" I asked.

"No. This is a counter offer that she and her attorney came up with."

"Counter offer? Really. She cheats on me and thinks she has any leg to stand on."

"I really think you should look at it" he told me.

"Who do you work for, me or her?" I asked him.

"I work for you and I'm telling you to look at the damn papers Ronald."

I sighed as I unclasped it and dumped the contents onto the table.

Inside was a Trial Separation Agreement and a handwritten note by Jane. I picked up the separation agreement and tore it into pieces.

"There will not be a trial. She already fucked around on me for who knows how long. Tell her to sign the divorce papers. I want nothing to do with her, outside of our children. Now get it done.

The weekend before I was to get out, my attorney and brother visited.

We all shook hands. The guards do not let people hug, even family members.

"So, did she sign the papers?" I asked my attorney as we sat.

"No she hasn't." my attorney said.

"What is the god damn holdup?" I asked.

"She got a judge to order marriage counseling." he replied.

"This nightmare will not end." I said, as I rubbed my face.

"Look Ronnie. Jan is in bad shape. She's barely eating and she's drinking a couple bottles of wine a week." my brother chimed in.

"Now you're on her side Jack?"

"Absolutely not Ronnie. You know better, but the kids need their mother." he replied.

"She made her bed Jack. Actions have consequences. Stop blaming me for what she chooses to do. If she's drinking, that's on her."

"I'm not blaming you at all Ronnie. I'm not even telling you to forgive her, but you must talk to her.

"Both of you tell her that when she signs the divorce papers, then I'll talk to her." I said to my brother and attorney.

After that we got down to what was going to happen the day that I get out. Since I was being released on a Friday afternoon, it was decided that I'd spend that first weekend at home with Lilly and Tommy alone. Jane would go stay with her parents. Jack told me that the kids had been planning everything that they were wanting to do for when I got back home. I missed them dearly.

All of Friday morning, fellow inmates kept giving me hugs and wishing me well. A few of them gave me their phone numbers or the number of a family member, asking that I keep in touch with them. I was being released just before lunch, so I had to eat breakfast in jail. The cook made me a special omelette, instead of the generic powdered eggs. It really was a touching gesture.

Jack had brought a change of clothes for me to wear when I got out, a few days prior. I walked out the front door of the jail at 11:15 AM on an usually warm and sunny fall day. I saw that he was waiting for me with a limousine and a driver standing next to him.

"Why'd you get a limo?" I asked him as we hugged.

The driver opened the door. I crouched and got inside. When I looked up to go sit at the back, sitting in the seats were my children Lily and Tommy, as well as my sister-in-law Jill. I had no sooner than sat on the far back seat, when both my children leaped into my arms. There were tight hugs, tears of joy, and a lot of "I missed you's" and "I love you's" spoken. At some point Jack had gotten inside sat beside Jill and we were moving.

"What's the plan guys?" I asked, as my kids sat on either side of me.

"We have reservations at Angelina's for lunch, then you have a few papers to sign at the attorney's office. After that we're taking the kids to Wacky Warehouse, so that the three of us can talk about some things." Jill replied.

Angelina's is a high end mediterranean style restaurant. It took me a few minutes to get used to that type of silence. Jail is very noisy. Lots of chatter, yelling, just a lot of noise. After six months of jailhouse food, I didn't want to overload my system, so I had a Chicken, Tomato, Cucumber and White Bean Salad for lunch.

Lily and Tommy kept going on about all the things they did over the summer and the beginning part of fall. We had a delicious lunch and got back into the limo. On the way to my attorney's office, Tommy talked about the start of his first year of Primary School. He talked about his teacher and the new kids that he had met. Lily kept saying how she couldn't wait to start school next year.

At the attorney's office, I had to sign some paperwork. Even though alcohol had nothing to do with what I did, I couldn't have any alcohol or drugs for the duration of my probation. It wasn't like that would've been hard to do anyhow. I rarely drank and the few times I did, it was during a football game or a glass of wine with a nice dinner.

He ended up putting me on a video call with my publisher. She was really excited about the idea for my book. I'd been mostly published in different online news sites, as I covered everything from sports to crime to major news. She told me that there's a sizable market for "true crime and drama." She informed me that my case had gotten coverage, all throughout the country. Of course I didn't know that, since I was sitting in jail.

Afterwards, it was nice to see the kids having fun at Wacky Warehouse. I was really hoping that they'd wear themselves out. I couldn't wait to sleep in a real bed, with all that space to roll around.

We had been sitting there watching the kids play and talking about what the meeting with my attorney for half an hour, when my brother changed the subject.

"I think it's time you heard some good news Ronald." Jack said.

"OK, give it to me."

"Mick and Mary's divorce is almost final. She took him to the cleaners. Got everything. The house here in Cardiff, she got half of his SIPP (Self-Invested Personal Pension), and he has to pay alimony." He told me.

"Good for her. I hope he ends up a dirt poor, lonely sack of shit." I replied.

"Well, he did end up being able to keep that new job up in Manchester. It took a lot of groveling on his part, and they made him sign what is basically a behavioral contract." Jill told me.

"Think Jane will follow him up there after the divorce?" I asked.

"Of course not, she loves you Ronnie." Jill replied.

"Was she loving me as she was having sex with Mick?"

Jill took a big breath in, but I replied before she could respond.

"Our children were in the next room while she was fucking him. Don't tell me that she loves me or this family Jill. If the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn't even be talking to me today. Equal treatment right."

"She made a mistake Ronnie. Everyone makes mistakes."

"She made the same "mistake" over and over and over and over, but somehow, you and others want to make me out to be the bad guy now."

"Nobody thinks that you are the bad guy Ronnie. I promise. The only thing people have a problem with, is your refusal to even talk to Jane." Jill replied.

"That is one hundred percent false. I have said multiple times that I'll talk to her, as soon as she signs the divorce papers."

"I told you." Jack said to his wife.

After a few minutes of silence, we started talking about how work was going for my brother and sister-in-law. They talked about how the city came through and repainted all the fire hydrants in the neighborhood. We all talked about the upcoming Christmas play at the church. We talked about this and that for another hour or so, before the kids came back to the table and said that they wanted to go home and show me their new rooms.

We all piled into the limo and went back home. The kids were chatty on the way back. Talking about the slides, the ball pits, and the games they played at Wacky Warehouse. It was nice to see and know that they had fun. The noisiness of it all reminded me of jail a little bit. Something was always going on and happening.

We turned the corner and for the first time since I went to jail, I was nervous about being home. Would it look the same? Would it feel the same? How would I react walking into what used to be what I considered our bedroom? I guess it must have shown of my face.

"Everything is going to be OK Ronnie." I heard my brother tell me.

We came to a stop in front of the house. On the outside it looked the same, except that the bushes were taller than before. It did look pretty good that way. The kids ran ahead of me and right into the house. I paused in front of the open door. For how long, I don't recall, I just know that Jack and Jill were behind me, when my kids grabbed my hands and pulled me inside.

I could see that the entranceway was the same. When I was pulled into the kitchen, I noticed that it was different. Instead of it being modern, grey walls with steel colored appliances and a glass dinner table, like Jane liked it; it now had light brown colored walls, with black appliances, and dark walnut cabinets.

There was a brand new kitchen table that matched the new walls. The walls around the table were covered in pictures of me with Jan and the children. Pictures of us barbequing in the backyard, pictures of us at restaurants, all of the pictures were food themed. As I looked, I remembered some of those moments. They were good times. I felt the kids pull me down into a chair and I saw that there were pizza coupons all over the table.

The kids wanted to order pizza and watch some Disney movies on their streaming channel. I looked over at Jack and Jill and said,

"Plain prison food, straight to pizza, this is going to turn out well."

The three of us were laughing, and the kids were just blissfully unaware of the joke and arguing over what kind of pizza to get, and where to get it from. Once the kids finally came to an agreement on the pizza, Jill called the order in for later. I started walking around the house. The front room was now also changed. The walls were brown as well, but a few shades darker than what the kitchen now was. The furniture had been replaced. There was now a buttercream colored couch and two chairs, surrounding a big coffee table that matched the color of the walls.

On the walls were probably close to a hundred pictures of our family. Photos of the kids as babies, of us on vacation, at different festivals and other family outings. In the line of sight, on every wall in the room, was a big picture of our wedding. I was looking at the photos and remembering all the events. I knew what the hell she was doing, and I wasn't happy about it either.

"Yeah, she went a wee bit overboard with the pictures." my brother said, standing next to me.

"She's trying to whitewash what she did and imprint that she's always been a loving wife, into our children's brain." I said to him.

"No she's not. She simply wants to show you, that you both can start over again in your relationship and still be a family." Jill said, from the kitchen archway.

"Do you know what this proves Jill?" I asked.

"What's that Ronald?" she replied.

"All this proves, is that she considers our marriage and our children's lives, nothing more than a game that she's trying to win; and that she's not above using dirty manipulation tactics to get her own way, without considering my feelings or the well-being of her own children."

Jill just stood there with her mouth agape, without anything else to say, and Jack was just laughing.

"Why are you so vigorously defending Jane? Guilty conscience? Projecting?"

"I have never cheated on my husband. Don't be looking for problems where they don't exist Ronald." Jill replied.

"Then what is your damn deal Jill?"

The rather tense conversation was interrupted by someone ringing the doorbell.

"Saved by the bell little brother." Jack said with a chuckle, as Jill went to answer the door.

"Why is that?" I asked sitting down on the couch.

"Look Ronnie. Believe it or not, Jill is actually on your side."

"Well it sure doesn't sound like it." I replied.

"Jill loves both of you. She believes in the one and done approach, when it comes to cheating. She's also a strong believer in forgiveness and that sometimes people make mistakes."

I was wrapped up in talking to my brother, that I didn't see Jill standing in the entranceway with Janee.

Jane was dressed moderately, which surprised me. She was wearing blue jeans with an orange top and black flats. I saw something that made me smile.

"Well, I'm glad that I can still make you smile." she said with a smile of her own.

"I'm smiling because you're holding the divorce papers in your hands." I replied.

"Oh." she replied frowning.

"Why are you here Jane? I thought that I was going to be alone with my kids until tomorrow." I asked while sitting down at the table.

I looked up and saw Jack glaring at Jill. He was angrier than I was at this development. This stunt wasn't unexpected to me. I figured something like this would happen. I just calmly sat there and waited for someone to start talking.

It was Jill who broke the silence, as she turned towards Jan.

"This is where my help ends sis. Jack and I will go watch TV in the front room while you two talk. Good luck."

I watched them hug each other, and then Jill waved at my brother Jack to follow her. I saw him grind his teeth as he walked to her. I chuckled to myself inside. She was in for a hellava ass chewing when they get home.

Once they were out of the kitchen, Jane sat down at the table across from me. We stared at each other. Sizing each other up. We both knew what each other wanted, and so far, neither of us had bent even a little bit.

"Do you like what I've done with the house?"

"Went overboard with the pictures. Did you sign the papers?"

She slid the manilla envelope across the table to me. I opened it up and flipped through the many pages. Sure enough, she had initialed and signed them all.

"OK great. You got the floor Jane."

"First and foremost, I'm so sorry for all the pain, heartache, and embarrassment that I caused you. I had a perfect marriage, and I threw it all away. You didn't deserve any of it. You must know that it had absolutely nothing to do with you."

"I know it didn't. It had everything to do with you and being a lying, cheating, selfish bitch, who thought of no one but herself."

I could see that the words hurt her, and it made me feel a bit better and happier.

"I deserved that, and you're right. Every word of it."

"Good, then we're done here." I said, hoping to end this sooner rather than later.

"No we are not. You said if I signed the papers then we would talk, and I've waited a long time for this." Jane replied curtly.

I simply got up, walked over to the stove, and turned it on.

"When that kettle goes off, I don't care if you're done with your little speech or not."

Jane got up, took the kettle off the stove, and sat it next to her back at the table.

"Now look here Ronnie. I understand and accept that our marriage is over. I know that it's completely my fault. I know that you have a lot of questions, and I'm going to tell you the truth about everything."

"No Jane I do not. I don't care why you did it. The only thing I do care about is making sure that our children know the truth and that I love them."

"I love them too Ronald."

"The hell you do. You taught our children that it's OK to lie, it's OK to cheat, it's OK to hide things. I have to deprogram our children while at the same time, not letting them see how much I want you to suffer endless pain and agony." I replied loudly.

"Do you really hate me that much Ronnie? Is there no forgiveness anywhere?"

"The only forgiveness that I have, is for myself. I forgive myself, for falling in love with someone as vile as you. I forgive myself, for allowing you to walk all over me."

Tears were rolling down her face. At one time, I'd comforted her, but now it was hard to even look at her.

"Maybe one day, in the distant future I'll forgive you, but don't hold your breath."

Jane wiped her eyes and face with her hands.

"I'll move my stuff into the guest room tomorrow.."

"No way. I'll never sleep in what used to be our room. You polluted it. I have to stay here as part of my parole and probation, until the divorce is final. So I'll try my best to be civil as possible to you in front of the kids."

"I'm going to use these months to prove to you that I've learned from my mistakes. We can use this opportunity to start all over again. Something new. Something better Ronnie."

Before I could reply, the doorbell rang. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw it was the pizza guy. I answered the door and paid for supper. When I got out to the kitchen again, Jane was gone. Jack and Jill had just come into the kitchen with the kids, when Jan came in from the backroom. The kids ran and gave her hugs.

"Are you staying to have some pizza with us?" Lily asked.

Jane quickly glanced up at me.

"No sweetie I'm not. I have to get back to grandma and grandpa's house. They still need a little bit more help, but I'll be back tomorrow."

"Lily, you forgot to wash your hands." my son Tommy suddenly piped in.

Lily ran down the hallway. As soon as she was out of sight, Tommy looked at Jane.

"Are we going to have to move when you and dad get divorced?"

Jane gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth. I crouched down and got eye level with my son.

"No son. When we get divorced, I'll be moving out, but you and Lily can talk to me anytime you want."

"OK. I'll go wash my hands too." Tommy said, then left for the bathroom to join his sister.

"Sit down and have a slice, before you head out." I told Jane, who was shell shocked.

Instead, she ran out of the house crying. Jill tried to follow her, but Jack held her by the hand.

"Don't put your nose any deeper." he said to her.

Lily asked where her mother went, but it was quickly forgotten as we all sat around eating pizza and watching movies. It was seven o'clock when Jack and Jill decided to leave, so for the first time in a long while, it was just my children and I. Bathtime had changed since I had gone to jail. Lily still took baths, but Tommy was taking full showers now. I read them a story and put them to bed at eight-thirty.

The kids were both asleep and snoring like little bear cubs when I checked on them at eight-forty-five. I turned off the TV and the lights afterwards. I sat in the dark. Just taking in the peace and enjoying the fact that I was now at home. No talking. No plotting. No crying. No guards walking by every half hour. Just utter silence and peace.

I woke up a saw that it was just after five in the morning. I'd slept for over eight hours straight. That hadn't happened since before I went to jail. The silence that I had enjoyed before my sleep, seemed to seep into my soul. Curiosity got the better of me, and I finally went to what used to be my bedroom. Opening the door and flipping on the lights, I was surprised and not surprised to see that it was completely different now.

The walls and the carpet were now maroon. The ceiling was no longer a bright white, but a more subtle and slightly darker shade of white. Taking a few steps inside, I noticed that our closet now had glass sliding doors. Just as I was about to turn around to flip off the switch, my phone beeped. I saw it was a text message from Mary, Mick's ex-wife or soon to be ex-wife, I didn't remember which.

I'm at the front door let me in it's cold outside.

I quickly got to the front door and opened it. She was wearing a long light brown coat, that reached her ankles.

"Come on in Mary. What are you doing up so early?"

"Thank you" she said as she stepped inside.

"Can I take your coat?" I asked.

"Sure."

She pulled the buttons off, opened her coat, and I was greeted with the first naked woman I'd seen in more than six months. I took a step back smiling.

The only thing she was wearing was a pair of pink bunny slippers. It was a nice diversion. I never thought she'd be naked underneath.

"Wow Mary. You're more beautiful that I pictured in my fantasies."

She let the coat fall to the floor.

"They spent five days together having sex, so for the next fifty days, we're gonna suck, fuck, lick, and swallow, until we can't move anymore. We're going to give them ten times the punishment." she said, as she stepped up to me.

I pulled her into my body and kissed her. She sighed and threw her arms over my shoulders. Our tongues wrestling, making out like teenagers. She pulled away and we caught our breath.

"I know it's been a long time for you. So, I'm gonna swallow your first load. Then, you're gonna use that magical tongue that Jane always bragged about, until I pass out. By the way, Mick never eats pussy. Then, we're gonna soak that brand new bed in my juices."

"How about, I start with step two, first." I said, picking her and throwing her over my shoulder.

I made Mary orgasm with my tongue three times, before I slipped my ragging cock in her. I rutted her like an animal. I did exactly what she wanted to do. We soaked that bed with our combined juices. I held Mary as she cried and thanked me for such a passionate session. We fell asleep holding each other.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!"

Jane screaming woke us both up from our slumber. I could see tears falling down her face, as she held Mary's coat in her hand. Mary got out of the bed and walked right up to Jan.

"I told you fifty days Jane. This is only day one." Mary snatched the coat out of Jan's hand.

I just put my hands behind my head and smiled, as Mary put the coat on.

"I can't believe you threw him away for Mick. Ronnie's a way better fuck."

She looked back at me smiling.

"Desert over at my place later tonight. It's strawberries and whipped cream."

"I was gonna do that." Jane said as she cried.

"All those things you complained about to us ladies at church, well, I'm gonna do every single one of them better than you ever could" Mary said, and walked right past her.

As I started to get out of bed to go take a shower, Jane threw herself on top of me.

"Please don't do this Ronnie. I'll do anything, even threesomes with her, but please don't leave me out. I'm sorry. I'm sorrier than you can ever imagine." she said, as she sobbed heavily.

"You are unbelievable." I said, as I pushed her off of me and onto the other side of the bed.

I stood up, naked as a jaybird. I could feel the stickiness of Mary's cum on my cock.

"I'm sorry and changing the house, means nothing to me. You cheated on me. Betrayed our family. You taught our children how to lie and hide things from me. If they hadn't slipped up, you'd let me be an unknowing cuck for the rest of my god given life."

"I never meant for it to happen." she continued to sob.

"I despise seeing your face. Hearing your voice is like crotch rot. It's never, ever going to happen Jane. I have no sympathy at all for you. I hope the whole town continues to shun you. I hope you live a miserable life after I finally get to leave."

"I'll kill myself. I swear to God I will." she said with a bold desperation in her voice.

I simply walked away and took my shower, thinking of all the wonderful and fun things I was going to do with Mary.

Epilogue

My divorce from Jane became final after eight months. She never tried to kill herself. She kept trying to get me to take her back. She treated me better than she ever had before. The night before I left with my probation being up, I slept with her. I hate fucked her all night long. I dumped loads in all three of her holes. Jane would orgasm, then cry, over and over. The morning I left, we hugged one last time, and she watched me drive away from the front door.

Mary and I really did have sex for fifty straight days. By the time we were done, both of us were completely exhausted, not just physically but emotionally. On the last day, she told me that we both had to go out and date other people. If we weren't serious with anyone after my twelve months of probation, we could get serious.

I saw her a few times out on dates, at the same time that I was on a date. We would nod or wave to each other. We were still friendly and neighbors. We caught each other staring at one another a few times, which led to big smiles.

A week after my probation was up, Mary showed up at my cottage with some fish and chips from town. We sat out in the backyard eating and talked about our experiences. She'd dated five guys after our time, and only slept with two of them. She said one was worse than Mick, and the other OK, but got too clingy. I told her that I'd dated eight women and slept with five of them.

She was surprised at the number, but asked how they were. I told her the truth. Two of them just laid there like logs. Two of them were OK, nothing really special. The other one was a firecracker, and wanted to push for something permanent. She had a hesitant look on her face, before I told her, that none of them compared to what he had together. Mary broke out into a big grin and asked if that meant we could get serious.

We were married a year later, and I've never been happier or satisfied in my life.