My Wife Cheated But I took Her Back

It's been about two months since I took my wife back after she cheated on me. But there was something about her heartfelt confession that didn't ring true.

It was a Saturday morning after a girl's night out that my wife left her cell phone on the kitchen table as she went to do some laundry. Her phone buzzed with a text from Mark. I knew her passcode, I didn't know Mark who was telling my wife that last night was the best sex he's had in forever, so much better that his wife and he couldn't wait to get together again.

I texted him back, "My husband just headed to the golf course, come on over if you're ready for another round."

"Let me make some excuse to my wife and I'll be over in 30 minutes. Send me your address."

I sent him our address and added, "Just come in."

A dozen different plans went through my head, mostly dealing with physical violence and then a more palatable plan emerged

Taking my wife's phone. I shouted out I was heading to Home Depot and drove around the corner and parked my car and waited.

I prepared a text for Mark on her phone, "Holy shit, his tee time was cancelled, he's on his way home." I watched the BMW pull in my driveway and a middle-aged man approached the door, just before he reached for the door, I hit send. He had started entering my house when his phone pinged. The look of oh shit on his face was priceless. I made sure the ring cam doorbell caught it all. He headed back to his car, and he raced out of the driveway.

His initial haste made it difficult to follow him discreetly. I stopped being discreet once he pulled into his driveway and I parked right behind him, raced to his front door and started banging. A woman answered about the same time the cheater caught up with me. The cheater ended up in a headlock and the wife was freaking out.

I told her, "I'm sorry but your husband fucked my wife last night and I thought you should know."

The husband was trying to say something, but I tightened my headlock.

"If you reach into my pocket, you will find my wife's cell phone and the texted he sent this morning."

The husband was begging her not to look but she did anyway. After reading the message she started hitting him. I held his face up so she could get some good shots in. It didn't take her long to start drawing blood from his mouth and nose.

She was running out of steam, "I'm on my way back to my house, my wife doesn't know that I know about her infidelity yet. I would never hit a woman, but you could."

"Let's go," she said. She turned to her husband, "Give me your keys shithead. The baby is in his highchair. Keep an eye on him while you pack your shit. I want you ready to leave when I get back from kicking some slut's ass. We'll see if she's so much better than me when I'm done with her."

On the way to our cars I said, "I'm Jack, my wife's name is Jesse, what's yours?

"Vicki," she said.

I gave her my address but let her follow me. She walked in right behind me as my wife was yelling out if I saw her phone. Jesse came into the front room and didn't see Vicki behind me until it was too late. Vicki closed the distance in seconds and led with a roundhouse right to Jesse's left eye. Jesse was still staggering as Vicki slapped her hard with her left. Jesse crumbled to the floor and Vicki pounced on top of her. Vicki grabbed two handfuls of Jesse's hair and used it to bang Jesse's head against the tile floor. I stopped Vicki from killing Jesse.

"I have a six-month-old baby at home you stupid slut. You ruined fucking everything."

Vicki collapsed on top of Jesse and started sobbing. I helped Vicki to the couch, Jesse curled into a fetal position and started sobbing.

"Vicki, would you join me for a cup of coffee. I'm thinking you should calm down a bit before you drive anywhere."

Vicki mumbled okay.

"Jesse, I'm going to take Vicki out for a coffee, please find some place to stay for at least a few days. I hope you're not here when I get back and here's your phone. Good job, destroying two marriages in one night. I hope you're proud of yourself."

As Vicki and I were at the door, Jesse yelled out, "Please Jack, can we talk about this?"

"Jesse, you should be thankful I stopped Vicki from killing you and that I didn't kill you myself. Don't be here when I get back."

Vicki didn't want to go into the coffee shop with the way her eyes looked so I went in a grabbed a couple of cups to go and drove her over to a little park.

Vicki looked like she was going into shock as she stared into the distance.

"Would you take her back," Vicki asked.

"I can't see that happening, but people have given me second chances, especially at work. I picked up a little alcohol problem ten years ago. My number one goal was to make sure they never regretted it. I haven't had a drink since, but the next few days will be rough. What about you?"

"I have our son to think about and I'm not sure Mark and I could afford to live separately. We agreed I would be a stay-at-home mom until the youngest entered school, thinking we would have two or three. I can't see having any more children with Mark, after all I must be horrible in bed anyway." Vicki started crying again.

"It's just not that he cheated on me, but it really hurts when he said sex with your wife was so much better than sex with me. My self-esteem has taken so many hits this morning. I need to head home and thank you for telling me. Time to start my life as a divorcee."

"Vicki, I'm not talking romantic stuff but please call me if you need anything else. And thank you for smacking Jesse around."

"Thank you for holding Mark so I could get a few good shots in. That felt so good."

We parted ways and she rarely called me. She had taken Mark back; the baby made her situation so different. Vicki also said she would never let him in her bed again.

Jesse was gone when I came home, there was a tear-stained letter on the kitchen table which I ignored. When I sat down, I felt like I was hit with a truck, she fucking cheated on me, my marriage was over. Vicki was right, it's time to start my life as a divorcee. But first a nap.

Trying to sleep was fruitless so I got up and started researching divorce in my home state. Even though she was a cheater, things would split down the middle. I found a checklist and started locking credit card and squeezed into the bank before they locked the door and opened my own accounts and split the balance in our joint account. On my way home I called my sponsor, it had been years since I talked to him last, but I needed him now. He was the only person to see me cry since I was a kid, and I felt a good cry coming on. He invited me to meet him at a local Denny's.

Over coffee and some eggs, I took him through my day. He asked a few questions here and there and finally asked what my long-term plan was. I stuttered; the word divorce was on my lips but I couldn't get it out. He knew what I was going to say.

"It's okay Jack, I'm sure you had no idea we would be having this conversation when you woke up this morning. I'll send you the name and number of my ex-wife's divorce lawyer. She's pretty good. Keep the ball moving Jack, divorces take forever and will make your 30-day pin look easy. Just because you start the process doesn't mean you need to follow through with it. I'm also going to send you the number of a counselor. The person you saw when we first met has retired. You'll like this woman, she's blunt and I know you'll like that."

There was always something about listening to him talk that made me feel like I was in control, not that I could control everything, but I was in control of how I reacted.

Sunday was downright horrible. Jesse kept texting me, she wanted to talk, she was at her mother's, she needed stuff from the house for work on Monday. I told her I was heading to the store at three, she could come over then and to be quick. At three I headed to Home Depot and then the grocery store. I knew how to cook but had no desire, so I picked up a rotisserie chicken.

Jesse had come and gone while I was out. She sent me a text asking if I read her letter. I didn't respond. I installed the new locks before stuffing my face with the chicken. As I climbed into bed, I was proud of myself for not even thinking about a drink.

Monday was a little better during the day, I had something to distract me and made appointments to see the lawyer on Wednesday and the counselor on Tuesday. I kept the ball moving.

Monday evening sucked when I found Jesse sitting on the front steps. Her left eye was still swollen as well as her lips.

"You changed the locks Jack? Why? We can fix this, please talk to me."

"Jesse, I recognize that at some point we will have to talk but I'm not ready and the more you pressure me to talk the less you're going to like the outcome. By the way, I locked our credit cards."

"Jack, please stop, I need to explain what happened. It's not what you think."

"Jesse, I can't believe you just said that. You're living in a fantasy if you really think that or think I would believe it. I have a meeting with a divorce lawyer on Wednesday, I suggest you find one."

"Please Jack, don't divorce me. I can't live without you." She ended up in a fetal position again on our front steps. I scooped her up, brought her into the house and laid her on the couch. She continued to cry for a while until she fell asleep.

While I was I the shower she had gotten up and left. There was another note on top of the previous note, begging me to read them. I didn't and instead went out to eat again with my sponsor.

The lawyer's meeting went as expected and she would have the papers ready by Monday. But in between, my sponsor reminded me of all the people who had given me a second chance and although I had quit drinking before I met Jesse, she had been a rock that helped me maintain my sobriety. He added that he wasn't trying to influence my decision one way or the other, but I need to envision life with and without Jesse. Divorce generally leads to people picking up a drink, more out of loneliness than anything else. My counselor gave me a similar message, not to act out of anger from the betrayal but what was best for my overall mental health.

On top of this, Jesse's mother started calling me, pleading Jesse's case. She was never one of my favorites and I was never one of hers. It must be killing her to beg me to give Jesse a second chance.

Jesse sent me a text, "Jack, please come to counseling with me."

"Have you contacted a lawyer yet Jesse."

"We don't need lawyers Jack, we need counseling."

"You're the one who cheated so I understand why you need counseling, and I am seeing a counselor plus my sponsor to make sure I don't pick up a drink. I have also seen a lawyer and had divorce papers prepared. I can have you served, or I could drop them off."

"Please Jack, come to counseling with me."

"Please Jesse, go see a lawyer."

"I'll go see a lawyer if you come to counseling with me. The court would probably order counseling anyway."

My lawyer had already warned me about the court ordered counseling, so I agreed, but she needed the divorce papers and she needed her lawyer to contact mine before I met with her counselor.

Jesse was on my doorstep a week later.

"Jack, can I please have a key, I've had to pee since I got here. You have the doorbell cam, so you'll know if I come in without your consent."

I gave her a key and she went flying in. I was at the kitchen table holding out the manilla envelope when she finished her business. She took the envelope as her face turned pale white and started to wobble. I grabbed her before she hit the floor. She started sobbing on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Jack, I can't believe we're talking divorce, and the worst part is it's all my fault. If the roles were reversed, I would not even consider giving you a second chance, but I have to fight for it or I wouldn't get out of bed in the morning. Please read the letters I wrote to you Jack, at least before we see the counselor. My appointment with the lawyer is tomorrow morning."

I was still holding her, she was looking up at me like she normally would expecting a kiss. Letting her go was heart wrenching for both of us. She didn't say another word on her way out.

Two weeks later, we had an appointment with her counselor. I did read her letters before counseling, there was no explanation on why she let him fuck her, only her instant regret as soon as they were done. She cried all the way home in the ride share and then spent another hour on her front steps crying. Most of the letter was Jesse begging me to forgive her. It left me with more questions than answers. I did go back to the ring cam and Jesse did spend the better part of an hour crying out there.

The first counseling session went as expected and he asked Jesse what she wanted out of these sessions.

"I want Jack to find a way to forgive me, to give me a second chance, to let me come home. I fucked up, I know I fucked up and if there was any doubt in my mind, a jealous wife beat it into me. I can swear I'll never let anything like that happen again."

Jesse was on the edge of hysterics and then threw herself at my feet begging my forgiveness. I helped her back into her chair.

"What do you want Jack?"

"Before we can talk about forgiveness or any of the other things Jesse wants, I need to know how we got here. She wants forgiveness for what, for getting caught, for fucking up, what about the pain she's caused me. I had to call my AA sponsor for the first time in years. Does she want me to forgive her for all the dreams she destroyed. Where's the fucking explanation as to why she ruined two marriages. Her lover had a six-month-old son at home while he was fucking my wife."

I may have said other things, it's hard to recall. By the time I was done ranting, Jesse was curled up in a fetal position in her chair, sobbing in hysterics.

I scooped up Jesse, told the counselor I think we should end here and ended up driving her to her mother's. Jessica didn't seem able to uncurl herself, so I ended up carrying her into her mother's house. After dropping her onto her bed, I tried to leave without a conversation with her mother Joyce.

"Looks like counseling started off with a bang Jack."

"Joyce, we have never gotten along, and I don't feel comfortable discussing this with you. Talk to Jesse in the morning."

"No one gets along with me Jack, you're not special or different than anyone else. I don't get along with me. Jesse barely tolerates me. How many times have you seen her call me or visit me when I live 20 minutes away. As far as why she's here, all she said is she cheated on you and you asked her to leave. I don't blame you; I would have done the same."

Joyce left me confused. She just stood there looking at me. I could smell the vodka in her drink, and I was sure vodka and some ice were the only things in the glass.

She saw me looking at her glass, "Yes Jack, I have a drinking problem. Jesse told me long ago about your problems with alcohol so I'm sure you can recognize the signs. But it's the only thing I have left, that and this house."

"There's other options Joyce; AA has saved my life."

"Really Jack, I don't want to save my life. I'm looking for a drunken end."

"Joyce, there isn't a person at an AA meeting who hasn't said the same thing. Please come to a meeting with me."

"Why, so I can alienate a whole room full of people Jack?"

"Maybe, but I'm sure there will be other people there who specialize in alienating other people. There's a meeting tomorrow at 8:00. I'll be here at 7:30 and please be as close to sober as possible."

"What about Jesse?"

"Joyce, you'll have to talk to her. Maybe you can start by telling her you're going to an AA meeting with me."

There were texts the next day from Jesse asking how I got her mother to go to an AA meeting. I didn't respond, that was between her mother and me.

Jesse chose to meet the counselor by herself at our next appointment two weeks later. Another two weeks elapsed before our next meeting, Jesse had a pile of wrinkled paper in her lap with scribbling and tear stains. The counselor nodded and Jesse began reading:

"I have known Mark for several years. He works for one of the other companies that have offices in my building which he visited occasionally. Up until recently, there was nothing between us beyond polite hellos in the elevator. Several times, groups from different companies would end up at the same bar for happy hour. At one of those happy hours, Mark sat down next to me, and we chatted. Nothing special or noteworthy. He spent most of the time talking about how much he was in love with his son."

"There was another happy hour where Mark showed up again, he immediately came over and talked to me. I don't remember anything different than any conversation I had with the other people who were there, whether they were from my company or one of the others. I think there may have been another happy hour before the girl's night out when I fucked up."

Jesse started sorting through the papers and finally settled on one that appeared to be mostly scratch outs. "The girl's night out was more of a wedding shower than anything else. I dressed nicely, nothing sexy but a few steps up from what I normally wear at work. I knew I would be drinking so I took a ride share to the bar. Mark ended up by my side. I danced with some of the women from work and with Mark. Knowing I wasn't driving, I wasn't watching how much I had to drink. One of the older women pulled me aside in the ladies room, telling me my admirer was getting handsy on the dance floor and I had too much to drink. I got angry with her. I was an adult and knew what I was doing. I couldn't have been more wrong. I apologized to her when I went back to work."

"Most of the rest of the evening was a blur. I know I was enjoying Mark's hands on me and did not object when he kissed me. I don't think any of my work friends were still there. Mark suggested we get some fresh air, and he took me for a ride in his car with the top down. We ended up in a little park and sat down at a picnic table. I remember being in the car, but I don't remember getting in the car, I remember sitting on the picnic table but not getting out of the car. I remember Mark kissing me and playing with my tits and then his hand was playing with my pussy. The next thing I remember was laying on my back while Mark was entering me. And then he was done. He found my panties and helped me get them back on. He drove me back to the bar and waited with me for my ride share to come. By that time, I sobered up enough to realize I fucked up my life and was sobbing. Mark helped me into the rideshare and as I said before, I cried all the way home."

"I laughed when I read his text telling me how great the sex was, I was almost passed out."

Jesse looked at me for the first time in the session. "That woman tried to warn me, but I was too obstinate to listen. Maybe I was already drunk and beyond rationale thought."

Our session was almost over, and he asked me if I had any response to Jesse. "I need time to process this."

I saw a look of hope in Jesse's eyes.

Joyce attended the next AA meeting, her second. I was surprised when she stood up and did the 'Hi, I'm Joyce and I'm an alcoholic.' It took me six meetings to get there, I knew I was an alcoholic but to say it in front of a room full of people takes balls, or guts in this case. I was surprised when she admitted that she had been cheating on her husband for a long time and the stress started her drinking. He found out and she promised to stop seeing the guy but picked up with another man a few years later and started drinking again. Her husband wanted a divorce, there were no more chances. Fortunately, her daughter was away at college and missed all the fireworks. Her husband was killed in a workplace accident before the divorce was finalized. After that there was no reason to stop drinking."

I've heard a hundred stories over the years, but she killed me, I would have picked up a bottle too.

Jesse had a hundred questions for me after I dropped her mother off. I told her I was not at liberty to discuss what her mother said, if anything at a meeting. She also wanted to know if I had any questions from our last counseling session. I ignored that.

I had begun weekly meetings with my sponsor again, not counting several phone calls during the week. As usual, our next session turned to Jesse and my thoughts. I told him Jesse's story.

"You've been there Jack, doing shit while you were drunk, stuff you would never do sober and begging forgiveness afterwards."

"Yes, and promising never to do it again, that is until the next time I was drunk."

"But you did stop Jack."

"Yes, but riddle me this Mr. Sponsor, I made sure Jesse knew all about my drinking problem early in our relationship, my relapses and the hundreds of people I screwed over. I am suspicious that Jesse blamed her infidelity on the one thing she knew I would have a soft spot for."

"Do you doubt the sincerity of her apology?"

"I don't doubt her sincerity, I doubt if she was as drunk as she said she was. Look,

we've both fucked women who were plastered and would have memory lapses the next day, was sex with any of them so thrilling that you had to send them a text the next day telling them they were the best ever. I don't buy it, Jesse even joked about it."

"What are you going to do about it."

"I don't think I can do anything about that incongruity, but I am going to challenge her on it at the next session, I think anyway. In the end I know I'll forgive and probably take her back. How many people have forgiven me for stupid shit when I was drunk? Besides, it kills me when she curls up in that fetal position and sobs hysterically."

It was over two months after the night Jesse cheated that we had our next counseling session, he started with me and wanted to know if I had time to process Jesse's confession. I said:

"You may not be aware of my problems with alcoholism, there are years of my life I can't remember. But several people forgave me and gave me a second chance, especially at my work. It is my mission every day to make sure those people never regret giving me those second chances. Jesse knows all this, I made sure I told her everything about my drinking problem before we got too serious."

"The casualty of infidelity in a marriage is the loss of trust. I'm sure you know that. So, I'm skeptical that Jesse is blaming this episode on alcohol, the one thing I would be obligated to forgive. I'm embarrassed to admit that I have had sex with women who were so intoxicated that they would have memory problems the next day. The sex was one step up from fucking a dead woman. I can't see how Mark would be so thrilled in fucking a highly intoxicated Jesse that he would send her a text the next morning telling her she was his best sex ever."

Jesse had curled back into a fetal position and was sobbing again.

"The other problem here is I love Jesse, more than she can imagine. Watching her cry like she is now kills me. Can I forgive her, I did so long ago. Can we go back to the way it was before is something I don't know. It's like lending your friend your new car and he brings it back with a long scratch on the fender. He's sorry and you can forgive him, maybe it wasn't his fault, but your beautiful new car will always have that scratch."

Jesse perked up when I said I had forgiven her long ago. She was kneeling at my feet again, begging me to let her come home and her promises to be the best wife ever and she'll do everything possible to make it even better than it was before.

"Please Jack, can I come home with you tonight?"

I said okay and she leapt into my arms and started smothering me with kisses. Jesse turned to the counselor and thanked him, he said he didn't do anything.

Jesse had a thousand-watt smile on her face when she walked through the door, the smile was contagious. I asked her to call her mother and let her know where she was. The smile cracked for a second, but she called her mother and very happily told her that I had forgiven her and taken her back. Joyce asked to speak with me and simply said thank you.

As soon as we were in bed, Jesse was trying to initiate sex, but I told her no.

"Jesse, please, we need, or I need to take this slow. We also need to discuss some changes going forward. We both have work in the morning. We'll talk Saturday morning and then we'll have all weekend for make-up sex."

"Ok Jack, but I'm going to fuck your balls off on Saturday."

Jesse and I sat down on Saturday morning, with cups of coffee in front of us. She was looking at me with those glowing eyes, the same ones that lit up in the counselor's office. They were glowing until she saw the manilla envelope on the table.

"Jesse, I do forgive you, I would be the biggest hypocrite in the world if I didn't and I still love you as much as the day we married."

She was trying to smile as she waited for the 'but.'

"Forgiving you is the easy part, putting us back together again will be the hard part. Like the scratch in the new car, it can be buffed out and I think only time will help us to be us again. I see no reason why it can't."

"The hardest part is trust Jesse, could I ever trust you again. I'm still having trouble believing your story, I can't disprove it, but it doesn't feel right. Maybe it's just another facet of the trust issue. To help get past that, I want all your passwords, your phone, your tablet, your accounts, everything. I know that sounds invasive and if you don't want to, I had my attorney prepare another set of divorce papers."

"Is that it Jack?"

"Yes Jesse."

Jesse's eyes lit up again, "Can I fuck you first before I give you the list of my passwords. There's no way I'm going to fuck up again, I've learned that I can't live without you. Can we head to our bed please?"

Jesse opened her robe revealing a very sexy negligee, one of my favorites. She wasn't waiting for an answer as she grabbed my hand and dragged me behind her to our room where she pushed me back on the bed. Jesse yanked down the shorts I was wearing, sucked on my cock a few times and then climbed on, slowly impaling herself on my cock. She shuddered as I was all the way in, and I felt her start to cry.

"You may not understand how happy I am to feel you inside me again, I never thought it would happen again and even when you took me back, you made me wait three whole days. I was going crazy every night, sleeping next to you, smelling your scent and feeling your morning wood. But I want you to make love to me Jack."

We rolled over and we slowly fucked, holding back my climax for as long as I could and then we came together.

Jesse was laying by my side with her head on my chest, "Houston, we have a problem. There's a major leak from my nether regions."

We looked and huge amounts of my come was leaking out of her pussy.

"What the fuck Jack, how long have you been saving that," as she headed to the bathroom, cupping her pussy.

"The last three days have been hard on both of us Jesse."

After she cleaned herself up and put on some panties, Jesse sat down in the living room and started writing down her passwords. I refreshed our coffees and started going through her phone.

The text messages from Mark were still there, there was one I hadn't seen before from Mark, warning Jesse that his wife was on her way. There were a bunch of texts from her friends at work wanting to know if I beat her up. She let it go on for a few days and then she told them in a group text that she cheated on me, the guy's wife found out and she was the one who beat her up. Jack is divorcing me, and death would be better.

When Jesse was done with her list, she fished my sticky cock out of my shorts, started sucking and as soon as it was hard, she climbed on again. She began gently rocking back and forth on my cock and I felt her come. Her nips were poking through the negligee.

Jesse saw where I was looking and pulled down the top of her negligee. Her fingers quickly went to her nipples and began squeezing and pulling on them. Jesse liked playing with her tits for me and talking dirty.

"My tits are so small Jack, are you sure you like them?"

"I love your tits Jesse, to me they're perfect."

"I played with them many nights when I was at my mother's and dreaming about having your cock fill my cunt like it is now, that incredible fulness. But all I had were my fingers, fingers in my cunt, fingers on my clit, rubbing my juices onto my nipples and licking my fingers clean."

Jesse lifted herself up enough to wet her fingers with the juices dripping out of her cunt, she then took those wet fingers, rubbed her juices onto her nips and then licked her fingers clean. She did it again, but I sucked her juices off her nips. She started doing it again, but I grabbed her fingers and guided them to my mouth. She held back.

"Are you sure Jack, I'm not clean down there from this morning?"

"You're not the only one who missed things while you were at your mother's. I've always loved the way you taste, but I want to drink from the source. Let's lay on the floor and I want you to plant your pussy on my face, drown me in your juices."

"Fuck Jack, you just made me come again."

Once Jesse lowered her cunt onto my face, I started licking and then I pushed my thumb into her ass.

Jesse was screaming fuck as she started pushing back on my thumb. I could feel her body shuddering as her orgasm overtook her. Her juices were pouring into my mouth. Jesse came like that two more times before she pulled off, pushing herself down until my cock was at the entrance of her cunt. She paused and licked her juices off my face and then guided my cock back into her cunt.

"Come for me Jack."

"Not until you turn around Jesse."

She got a wicked smile on her face, she knew what was coming. Whether she was in reverse cowgirl of doggy style, a sharp smack on her ass would drive Jesse into an intense orgasm.

Once she was turned around, I gave an ass cheek a hard slap, Jesse came hard and collapsed. She wrapped her arms around my legs and three more times I slapped her ass. Her body shuddered continuously after the second slap. I was ready to come so I shoved my thumb back into her ass. Jesse's shudders kicked into high gear sending my come into her cunt.

After a few minutes, Jesse rolled onto her back. My come was leaking out of her pussy so I started scooping it up and feeding it to her. Jesse greedily sucked my fingers clean and begged for more, pulling her legs apart. When the well had run dry, she rolled onto her side and fell asleep. I got her a pillow and a blanket. I took my own nap on the couch.

Jesse was sucking my cock when I woke up. As usual, she was playing with her pussy as she sucked.

"I think I was addicted to your come and didn't realize it until I had to go without." She went back to sucking.

"So many nights I would fall asleep, my fingers buried in my cunt, dreaming about you coming in me or on me." She was sucking me hard.

"One night, while half asleep I started dreaming about you coming in my ass. I always enjoyed you putting a finger in my ass, but I never did that myself before. So, I got up and grabbed some Vaseline."

Jesse was teasing me with this story, dragging out the blow job. I wasn't complaining and Jesse enjoyed this kind of dirty talk. She could feel my dick getting hard and she went back to sucking with much enthusiasm. She also had herself on the edge, who would come first and would Jesse finish her story.

"When I got back on the bed, I knelt down and put my face on my pillow which left both my hands free. I scooped up some Vaseline and started working a finger into my ass and then a second, still probably less than your thumb. And I was soon pushing three fingers from my other hand into my cunt. I was wishing you were watching me, so you'd give me a spanking for being so naughty. And then I had the most incredible orgasm."

Jesse soon had me coming into her mouth, sucking and swallowing every drop as she made herself come. Back on the floor she collapsed.

"Are you going to take another nap Jesse? Because I'm pretty hungry."

"Will you take me out to eat Jack, show everybody I'm your wife again."

Jesse had that pleading look in her eyes I always had trouble saying no to, not that I wanted to say no.

"Certainly Jesse, but I think we should both shower before we go."

"I'm first," she yelled as she went running up the stairs, that beautiful ass causing some stirring in my dick. For the first time in days, the thought of Mark crept into my head, and I shut it down, the same way I would shut down the thought of a beer or scotch.

When I came out of the shower, Jesse was wearing a petty dress and finishing up her makeup. I always loved her in that dress. It wasn't one of her favorites, it made her tits look small she would say. And I would tease her and say that's what I liked best about the dress.

"Do you like Jack," she asked as she did a little twirl. She did a second twirl, this time a little harder.

I went over and hugged her and as I suspected, Jesse wasn't wearing panties, she wasn't wearing a bra either, but she usually didn't wear a bra with that dress.

"I'm thinking someone is looking for a good spanking tonight."

She kissed me and said, "I'm giving myself to you completely tonight Jack, anything you want, I'm yours. I washed myself real good down there, almost too good, I am glad you installed that shower wand. But I'm yours tonight and every night. Lick me, spank me, fuck my face, my cunt or my ass, yes Jack you can take my ass tonight."

"You're going to get me started Jesse and then I'll fuck up your makeup and we'll miss our reservations for Mannino's."

Jesse hugged me so hard I was afraid she was going to break me. Mannino's had always been the restaurant we went to when we were celebrating something important. In my mind and maybe hers, we were celebrating that she was my wife again. We walked into the restaurant and Jesse had that smile and her eyes positively glowing as she clutched my arm.

Dinner was fantastic there as always, the name of a sauce they used on some of their dishes translated to angry sauce and I loved it. On the way home I told Jesse I was not going to fuck her ass that night, it would hurt her too much and that we need to buy some butt plugs first to stretch her ass out.

"I'm yours tonight, whatever you want, and don't worry about being gentle."

We didn't make it out of the living room before I had Jesse out of the dress. I pushed her into the armchair, pushed her legs up and dove into her pussy. If you asked me the top five things I loved about Jesse, the taste of her pussy would make the list. She came twice before I shoved my thumb up her ass, after three more orgasms, she pushed me away. I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder and carried her up to our bedroom, putting her on her hands and knees. Her cunt was dripping so I ran my cock up and down her pussy lips to get it wet and shoved it in. Jesse came again.

Holding onto her hips I started fucking her hard. I knew sometimes she liked it that way. Jesse came again and face planted onto the bed, I pulled her back up using her hips and started smacking her ass, I could feel her orgasms on my cock.

Several more times she collapsed on the bed and several more times I pulled her back up. Letting her catch her breath, I started working my two thumbs into her ass, gently spreading her rosebud. She was growling and I could feel her coming. Holding my thumbs in her ass, I started fucking her hard again. I had already come several times that day but I could feel Jesse running out of steam, so I let loose. We both quickly fell asleep.

Still the next morning, I could not shake the thought that there was something wrong with Jesse's story. The sun was in my eyes as I woke up with Jesse's story running through my mind again. I was missing something. After making some coffee, I went through her laptop. Jesse and I maintained separate bank accounts and we split the household bills. There were two ATM charges for $50, one on the night she cheated and one on the Friday before. There was a $500 charge two days after she moved in with her mother. Jesse was of this generation that abhorred cash. And then I knew, I grabbed Jesse's purse and dumped it on the kitchen table. There was vial containing some white powder. I was never a big cocaine fan, but a little taste confirmed my suspicion.

Jesse was coming down the stairs, yelling that I wrecked her cunt again last night and her ass was too sore to even sit on the toilet. Her mouth never really closed after she said toilet and instead, she collapsed on the stairs put her face in her hands and started crying.

"Stay right there Jesse, we'll discuss this when I get back."

I climbed around her to get some clothes on and on my way out the door I called my sponsor. He was laughing as he answered and said he knew someone would need him and he was heading to Starbucks, so I met him there. I had the vial with me. My sponsor was the most patient man I knew, sometimes I had to remind myself that he too had a drinking problem once. He sat there as I rambled on in almost incoherent sentences, jumping from one subject to the other as he sipped his coffee. Finally, I ran out of steam.

"Jack, you've always been one of my favorite people, you usually have the answer before you come and see me and all I have to do is help you see that answer. Jesse had sex with a man when she wasn't responsible for her actions. Is it that important that it was cocaine instead of wine. Yes, she lied, she knew you would understand alcohol but was unsure about drug use and she's madly in love with you and you are madly in love with her. How many times have you told me she was your soul mate, your rock. If you were really that upset about it, you would have kicked her out before you came to see me."

"I want to go and talk to Mark's wife," I said.

"Jack, I'm not sure what you hope to gain there but don't forget Jesse, she's probably still sitting on the stairs afraid to move or doing something far worse."

As soon as I was in the car, I called her, twice my calls went to voice mail before she picked up, "What are you doing Jesse?"

"I was sitting on the steps like you told me to, Jack please come home and let me explain why I lied."

"Jesse, my sponsor helped me calm down and I'm sorry I reacted the way I did, and I probably already understand. I am truly sorry; will you please forgive me."

"I should be asking you to forgive me Jack."

"We can discuss that over breakfast, so I can show the breakfast crowd that you are my wife again, I love you Jesse. But I need to make one more stop before I get home, I'll call you when I'm on my way."

"I love you too Jack, this will give me some time to rub some smoothing cream into my ass so I can sit in the restaurant."

I called Vicki, Mark's wife, and asked if I could talk to her, she told me she threw Mark out again so I could just come over.

The baby was a toddler now doing that funny baby walk, there was a thought stirring in the back of my head. It didn't have form yet but I knew it was there.

It turned out she didn't get the chance to throw out Mark because another jealous husband beat the shit out of him the week before. As they were arresting the jealous husband for assault and battery, he told the cops that Mark was selling cocaine to his wife and took advantage of her when she was high on his shit. Mark was already on the way to the hospital and the police asked if they could search his car and the house. Vicki said she gave them the green light and they found enough cocaine in the car to arrest Mark for distribution. They unlocked the cuffs on the jealous husband and told him not to leave town.

Vicki sat there staring at her coffee, "So I'm almost in the same place as I was when you were pounding on my door, except my son is now 10 months old and I have no income."

"What are you going to do?"

"In the short term, I'll put the house up for sale, I'm hoping I break even, and I'll move my son and me in with my parents. They live a couple of states over and will be thrilled to have their grandson around. But first I'm going to divorce his ass. How are you and Jesse getting along, I'm assuming you're here because of a problem."

I put the vial on the table.

"I'm so sorry Jack, if it's any consolation, the jealous husband crushed Mark's testicles, he'll be permanently out of commission. I thought you said, Jesse blamed her infidelity on alcohol."

"She lied, her story never made sense, the thought that an almost unconscious woman gave Mark the best sex ever was unbelievable. I may have told you before that I am a recovering alcoholic, I think Jesse lied hoping I would have more compassion for someone who fucked up with wine since I have a lot of experience fucking up on booze. I was unnecessarily harsh on her this morning, and I need to go home and make that right. Please call me Vicki if you need anything, I have a bunch of friends who owe me a lot, we could probably move you if you need help."

Jesse was sitting on the couch, surrounded by tissues with red eyes and nose. I was hugging her and apologizing, she was hugging me and apologizing, promising to be 100 percent truthful if I didn't throw her out again.

"Jesse, throwing you out is the furthest thing on my mind. Tell me about the cocaine."

"One of those first times I ran into Mark at a happy hour, he offered me some cocaine. I never did coke before, but I liked it and bought some from him. I only used a little at a time and he sold me some more that night. Maybe because I was drinking too much, but I lost track of how much cocaine I had taken until I had taken it all. The rest of the night is a blur, just as I explained in the counselor's office. When you threw me out, I was lost, depressed and I ended up buying $500 dollars of cocaine. I only used it twice and realized I was following the same path you and my mother went down. I should have thrown it away but was afraid our reconciliation would crash."

We kissed and hugged again and I asked if she was still interested in breakfast, she said she had to do some magic with makeup and Visine first.

Over breakfast, I told Jesse about what happened to Mark.

"I wonder how many women like me are out there Jack?"

We were finishing our coffee when I said, "Jesse, what do you think about us having a baby, I was watching Vicki's boy..."

That's all I got out before Jesse had her arms wrapped around me kissing my face, knocking the table over before we both landed on the floor. People came rushing over, trying to help Jesse off me until she finally let go and they got her back in her chair. I was able to get myself up. The waitstaff and manager were gathered around us.

"Are you okay miss," they asked?

"More than okay," she shouted, "my husband and I are going to have a baby or actually we're going home now to start working on it."

Some people clapped, the waitstaff broke out into smiles, the manager found our bill on the floor and tore it up. He held up his name tag and said, "if it's a boy."

Vicki did call during Jesse's pregnancy. She didn't need help moving but was selling everything in an estate sale and would need some help moving stuff out or the house. I rounded up a bunch of people from an AA meeting to help and threatened them with death if they showed up drunk. I ended up buying anything baby related and needed help getting that stuff into my house. We had a year's worth of little boy clothes and toys, so I was hoping we had a boy.

It took a while for Joyce (remember her) to get her 30-day pin because of a relapse. She earned her one-year pin around the same time as she became a grandmother to our son.