Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or community. If you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act. This is just fantasy.

This is a sequel for Happy Anniversary in Literotica, a story written by goo_62 in 2002. I hope she enjoys it as much as enjoyed reading her story. If you haven't read it, you should do so before reading my sequel.

Happy Anniversary - A sequel

Jenny's Story.

I was stunned when Scott opened the door and walked in on Michael and me fucking. At first Michael didn't realize Scott was there in the room with us as he was concentrating on fucking me so hard but I was finally able to push him off me just as he was cuming deep in my cunt. His cock was still squirting cum out as it left my pussy as I sat up. At first I was speechless but then managed to say "Scott, what are you doing here? I can explain everything." I felt stupid as that was all I said. The look on Scott's face told me I had hurt him so badly. All he said was "Don't bother coming home. As of this moment we aren't married any more. You two can fuck yourselves stupid for all I care. Just like you did every day on the ship."

How could the man I loved with all my heart for 15 years say that to me? Michael was just sex to me; well that was a lie. I loved him as well but not like I loved Scott. This was going to be the last time I was going to see Michael; he was fucking me as his birthday present to me. Then as Scott walked out the door it hit me what he said, "Just like you did every day on the ship." "Oh my god! No!" He can't have known about us fucking on the cruise. We were so careful and he was in our cabin sick the whole time. I always went back to our cabin to have sex with him after Michael was finished with me but he was always asleep and I didn't want to wake him up because he had been so sick.

I was going to chase Scott into the car park to explain but Michael grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed and pushed his cock back into my cunt and started fucking me again. I struggled until Michael told me, "A few extra minutes won't hurt now. Beside if he has known this long and he knew we were fucking on the cruise then he can't be serious in what he said; in fact he probably got his jollies knowing what we did." I believed him and soon forgot about Scott as Michael made me cum continuously for what seemed like hours. I was in heaven and lost track of time and I thought Michael had the stamina of a superman; I found out later it was Viagra.

Next thing I know is Scott opens the door again; I wish we had locked it. My five children came running in and the door slammed shut; Scott did not joined us this time. But why did he send our children in when he knew I was in bed with Michael? My children stopped and stared at Michael and me as he kept fucking me. My kids had never seen Scott and me making love; but Michael had no shame. It was my oldest who brought me back to earth when she screamed, "Mummy! You're disgusting! You're a whore. No wonder Daddy was upset and was crying!"

I felt cheap as Michel finished cumming in me and just rolled off leaving my pussy gaping wide open with his cum running out. I saw my children staring at me; at my nakedness. In my complete and total shame I covered myself with the cum covered sheet we had been fucking on. My oldest ushered the younger ones outside and I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to quickly shower and clean up. I remembered Scott and what he had said and I knew I had to find him and tell him I only loved him. I said goodbye to Michael and I felt cheaper still when he laughed as I grabbed my suitcase, that Scott had thrown into the room, then I left.

The kids were in the car waiting as I put the suitcase in the trunk and we sped off towards home. My children were all crying and were refusing to talk to me. I sensed that even the youngest knew what a cheap whore I was and I wanted to explain and tried talking to them but they refused to answer me. We arrived home and I rushed inside to find my husband; the man I needed to hold. I ran to the bedroom and heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that all of Scott's clothes and toiletries were still there so I knew he hadn't left me.

I fed the children and they had their baths then finished their homework before going to bed. They all refused to kiss me good night and kept asking for their father; I kept telling them he would be home soon. I waited on the lounge for Scott as it grew later and later; I desperately needed to tell him how much I really loved him. My youngest woke me in the morning; I had fallen asleep on the lounge waiting. I remembered having nightmares about him all night; it was like he was there with me but he looked so pale; so haunting and when I tried to reach out to touch him my hand went right through him. I tried to hold him and he just kept slipping through my arms.

I rushed to our bedroom and everything was as I had left it the night before; Scott was not in our bed and now I was seriously worried about him. In all our 15 years the only time we had spent apart was when I was having our children. My oldest just glared at me if I went near her but I finally got all the kids in the car and to school then returned home to wait for Scott but he didn't show up. I needed to talk with him; to explain Michael meant nothing to me and I loved him more than anything else in the world.

I decided to phone his work and they told me he had Thursday off to surprise me for my birthday and they asked if we had a good time. He had surprised me all right. Before I could ask if I could speak with him they asked me if he was sick as he wasn't at work. I was shocked as he never missed a day at work and said he was and I would get him to phone when he came home from the doctors. They asked why I called and I told them that I rang to see if he had decided to go to work if he was feeling better.

I rang his parents and everyone we knew to see if they had seen him last night as if we had had a small fight and he didn't come home. No one had seen or heard from him but they would get him to phone me when they did. Our closest friends told me that Scott had organised a birthday party for me on Saturday so I knew I would see him then and he was just staying away to clear his head after seeing me fucking Michael. I convinced myself Michael must have been right that Scott enjoyed watching me have sex with him, but I still needed him and wanted to hold him. I had a terrible feeling of complete lose all day; it was a total emptiness I had never felt before. If Friday was the longest day of my life, Friday night was worse as I tried waiting up for him again. I found everything for my party in the fridge in the garage on Saturday morning; he had forgotten nothing. He even remembered his favourite diet sarsaparilla; I knew then he would be home soon. I had everything ready for the party and as my friends with their children arrived. My own children finally immerged from their rooms and left the house to play with the young visitors; but still without saying a word to me. I overheard my sister-in-law asking my youngest two if Scott had been home. They answered together like they usually did, "Daddy came to see us last two nights while mummy was asleep. He told us he would be there to make sure we were ok." My sister-in-law just said, "That's good." Then she walked away to join the other adults to tell them Scott must had been home each night but something must be seriously wrong.

I was getting worried about Scott again but also somewhat angry he had not shown up to a party he had organised. I still wanted to hold him so badly now and tell him how much I missed him and loved him. I was busy with some guests when the doorbell rang and my dad went to answer it. He didn't come back for some minutes so my mother went to get him thinking he had probably fallen asleep on the lounge like he usually did; she didn't return either. I went to get them thinking they were probably having a little tiff again. I walked in to see my parents both sitting on the lounge crying with two policemen standing near them taking. They all looked up at me when they saw me come in and one of the police suggested to my mother she made some coffee.

As I approached them one of them looked at a photo in his hand. It looked about the same size as the one of me that Scott kept in his wallet. The policeman asked, "Are you Jenny Marshall?" I responded, "Yes I am. Is my husband in trouble?" My mother burst into tears as she went into the kitchen and I heard the kettle switched on. My father stood up and put his arm around my shoulders and sat me down on the lounge as he sat next to me. "Mrs Marshall, we're so sorry but we have to inform you that your husband is dead." I sat stunned unable to even breathe as I saw my friends and family gathering at the archway into the kitchen all looking shocked and some were starting to cry. He continued, "He left a note for us and a letter for you; I hope you understand we had to read it. It is very personal and he gives you the reasons for what he has done. It looks like he took he own life on Thursday afternoon rather than divorce you after what you had done. His vehicle was well concealed and it wasn't seen until a few hours ago by some bike riders and his body was discovered then. Could we get a member of your family or a close friend to follow us to the mortuary to identify his body please?" I saw his brother step forward and say, "I'm his brother. I'll do it." Then everything seemed to slow down and went black as I felt myself leaning forward and falling to the floor.

I woke some hours later in my bed hoping it had all been another nightmare but my parents were in my bedroom sitting next to me on a couple of chairs. I remembered the words the policeman said as he told me, "Scott was dead." I argued quietly to myself that he couldn't have been dead on Thursday; the boys said he visited them on Thursday and Friday nights. I looked to my father and saw he was holding the letter Scott had written to me; he had obviously read it and he was shaking his head as he was still crying.

I sat up quickly and exclaimed, "The children! Where are my children?" as my mother handed me a cup of hot tea. She answered, "They are with your brother. They are understandably very upset and so angry with you. We didn't realise until it was too late that they walked into the house as the police were telling you about Scott. Jenny, they are blaming you for his death and refused to stay in the house. They told everyone what they saw you doing on Thursday afternoon with your lover and then Scott's letter confirmed that plus what you did to him on the cruise. I'm so ashamed to be your mother; you did a terrible thing. Scott loved you more than anything else in the world and you completely destroyed him. I'm sorry Jen, but you killed him as sure as stick a knife through his heart. Actually, a knife through his heart might have been more humane as it would have been quicker than dying slowly knowing of your adultery."

My mother should have been there to support me but she was telling me I was responsible for my husband's death. I reached over and pulled the letter from my father's hands as my eyes filled with tears as her words kept ringing in my ears. I shook my head saying, "But I love him. Why did he kill himself? I never wanted to hurt him; he wasn't supposed to know."

I read his letter ND my eyes quickly filled with tears as he told me of his eternal love for me. He reminded me how he had told me just before our cruise how he couldn't live without me or my love and went on to say how he could not have faced divorce as that would have killed him slowly and he had chosen the only option he could see. He hoped I would be very happy with Michael and the children could learn to love him if I went down that path. He reminded me we had not had sex for months and how he had been looking forward to the cruise even though he got sea sick, to reignite the passion in our marriage; the only problem was that I ignited it with someone else. He had hoped it would have been a cruise thing and I would forget Michael after we got back and he might have been able to eventually forgive me, but my fucking Michael at the motel when I should have been with him on my birthday was the last thing he could bear. Scott wrote he believed he had lost me forever. It destroyed him more and more every time on the cruise I was with Michael giving him my body and my love; and he knew I was unfaithful to him every day we were away. He went on to say he wanted the last night of our cruise to be so special as it was our anniversary but I had just gone to be with Michael instead of spending the night with him and that he knew then that I had stopped loving him. I read as he described how he could not face his friends or neighbours any more wondering if they knew as well and if Michael had fucked me in our bed. Finally he told me I had taken away his reason for living. He couldn't keep going, knowing I loved another.

My tears were streaming down my face as I called out, "But Scott, I don't love anyone else. I'm so sorry. You were sick and it was so romantic and I never thought you would find out. Scott, please come back to me!" Of course he couldn't.

My parents told me that now that I was awake, they had to leave to pick up the children and take them home as they refused to stay with me. I watched my parents drive off. My house was empty with only the sound heard being that of a mantle clock ticking. The realization of what I had done to my husband hit me and I cried out again," No Scott! No! It was only you I loved. I am so sorry......it was nothing to me! I didn't realize you knew! I didn't realise I was hurting you not being with you. Oh God! I didn't know."

The funeral was held the following Friday. Scott had a lovely service at our church then he was buried next to his parents. I hadn't realized Scott was as popular as there was standing room only at the church. Everyone must have known what I did to him by then as the minister and my parents were the only ones who spoke to me after the service and at the grave site. The mourners only spoke to my parents and children as well as Scott's family. Even my children wouldn't speak with me.

I was lonely so decided to email Michael; we had not communicated since my birthday. I told him Scott had killed himself after he caught us cheating and now I was alone and very lonely. His answer shocked me when he said that it was me who cheated, not him, and as far as he was concerned I had been there with Scott's permission and if I wasn't then it was me who destroyed my marriage. He had an open marriage with his wife and the both played around a bit. He wasn't interested that Scott had killed himself or that I was lonely and alone. He had three children of hiS own and certainly did not want to be saddled with five more. I remembered he had told me he had loved me when we were walking arm in arm around the top deck in the moonlight; and now this. I now knew I had been taken for a ride. I was suddenly angry at Scott for not being there and stopping me; it was his fault.

Although I spoke to my parents most days on the phone, it was nearly a month later before they brought my children around for a visit and to pick up some more of their clothes. I had let myself go and I had done no housework since the funeral. None of our old friends called in to see me. I really did try to clean up the house after my parents phoned to say they were leaving to visit me but it ended up they all stayed overnight and helped clean up the house while my father visited the 24 hour supermarket to re-stock my pantry and freezer. The next day while my father drove my children to school my mother drove me to our family doctor.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with me but my mother insisted. We waited for a bit as we didn't have an appointment but he saw us as soon as he could. We talked about Scott's death then about my marriage before the cruise and then the cruise and since. I told him most things thinking I could convince him there was nothing wrong. He asked to see Scott's letter; I didn't know my mother had a copy. He told me how saddened he was to hear Scott took his life and that there are always people around who are willing to help if ever anyone reached that stage. He said he didn't think it would matter now and he told us Scott had been to see him months before the cruise to discuss my changed behaviour and moods. He wished he had taken more time to help Scott wrestle with his problem instead of just discussing mine. They both had hoped the cruise would help me.

He told us he believed I was suffering from depression and it was the cause of our marriage problems, long before our cruise and why I didn't let Scott touch me even though I knew I loved him so much; and then of my behaviour on the cruise and since. He wrote a prescription and found some bottles of samples for me and opened them and gave me a pill to take. He told me I would feel a bit sick for a few days then I would be like the old me from years ago. He was right; I did feel sick for the next few days as I started taking his tablets. But then I realised that I wasn't the one who was sick and stopped taking them; how could he even think I had depression.

It took months before I could convince my children to come home with me, but there was no longer any fun or laughter in our house; God knows I tried. I had to work now for the 1st time since I married Scott to supplement my income and the only work I could find was packing bagged chickens into boxes at the local chicken abattoir.

It had been nearly ten months and our anniversary as well as my birthday was approaching. I was very lonely as I missed Scott so much. None of our friends even phoned and I hadn't been invited to any parties since Scott's death; I wondered if the wives were worried I would chase their husbands. I even tried to organise a party but everyone declined except my parents.

Finally I was desperate just for company and someone to talk to and went on a singles site to look for some company. I met John; he seemed nice but he came on a bit strong. We dated a few times over the next fortnight and then he became very possessive and would spend hours parked outside my house to convince himself I wasn't seeing other men. Initially, I thought he must have heard why Scott killed himself and I didn't worry about him but there was something wrong with the way he looked at Julie, my oldest daughter who had turned 14 years old. He had a different agenda to mine and wanted sex but I couldn't bring myself to get that involved with another man yet; I only wanted to talk and have someone hold me. One day after much soul searching I phoned John and told him it was off and I didn't want to see him again.

I told my kids I had told John not to come back and my kids seemed happier he was gone from our lives. It was a week later and I arrived home late from work after some overtime, hoping the girls had started cooking dinner for me. As soon as I entered the house, I heard Julie my oldest screaming out in pain and calling to her father to help her. I raced to her room and found John on top of Julie, raping her. She saw me and pleaded for me to help her; he was hurting her. I tried to push him off her, and then punched his arm when that failed; he just laughed at me. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed Scott's favourite cast iron frying pan and went straight back to her room. John realised I had returned and between breaths as he kept raping Julie, "You're next. This is your doing because you refused me. Now I will have both of you." Then he focused back on Julie.

I walked up beside him and couldn't help but see his cock hammering down repeatedly into my little girls pussy as her filled her with his cum. He wasn't about to stop as he continued cumming deep in my little girl so I lifted the heavy frying pan and swung it forcefully onto the back of his head. The hit jolted him and Julie screamed as he seemed to push harder and much further into her; his head rolled back and his eyes opened wide. I hit him again in the same place and he fell forward this time and landed on Julie with his hard cock still pushed all the way up into her. Julie was screaming as her face and chest was covered in his blood from the wound on his head; I pulled him off her and helped her up. There was cum running from her open pussy, down the inside of her thighs. She was only fourteen.

I ran to the kitchen and called the emergency number requesting the police and ambulance and I told them my daughter had been raped and her assailant was still in the house and my other children were missing. Julie had followed me into the kitchen and was screaming at me it was all my fault; that I was the whore who killed her father and then brought her rapist into our house. I found the other four children bound and gagged in another bedroom and was still releasing them when the police arrived and untied the remaining two. My daughter didn't even try to hide her nakedness as she led them to her rapist who was still on her bed lying in his own blood. I had forgotten all about him. They checked for a pulse and told us he was dead. I had now killed 2 men.

The police organised for my neighbours to look after my other four children until my parents could get there to pick them up as we rushed Julie to hospital. Tests were made and samples were taken as well as questions asked. It was then I discovered Julie had been sexually active since she had seen me acting like a whore with Michael and my parents had put her on the pill. My actions were having ramifications I had not dreamed of. The police took our statements then drove us to my parent's home as my house was still full of police for a few more hours. Next morning, my father said he would drive me home as my presence was upsetting my children. They refused to come home with me and wanted to stay with my parents. They all blamed me now for what had happened to their father as well as to Julie and refused to stay with me or even talk with me again. There were no hugs and no kisses good-bye. Weeks went past and my children refused to live with me now so I formalized my parents fostering the five of them and arranged for my family payments to be paid to them from now on. All of their toys and clothes had gradually been taken to my parents. I could do little else as they all refused to accept me any longer.

I thought about my dream last night again. It was so real; it was the same every night lately. I had woken naked each time and yet I knew they had to be just dreams. Scott had come into our room again while I was asleep and I woke with him sucking and rubbing my clit like he used to. After I came he moved up my body and sucked on my nipples as I felt his hard cock positioned at the entrance to my pussy. I could feel the wetness from his pre-cum as his knob rubbed against my sex. From experience, I knew what was coming as he moved higher and pushed his tongue into my mouth as I opened my legs wide so that my pussy lips gaped; his cock opened my pussy lips further as it pushed its way deep into me. I came as I tightened my pussy muscles to heighten our pleasure. Thinking about it now, I could not believe I had been unfaithful to Scott. He kept sliding in and out of my pussy so gently until I orgasmed, then he sped up and deposited his cum in me when he orgasmed as well; just the way I loved it as I continued to cum. Why did I think I needed to find excitement with another man and hurt Scott so much? I missed him so much still; I kept looking for him every time I entered any room in the house. My home was only an empty shell now; it was just a house. My parents told me I should sell it and get an apartment but it was my last link to Scott; I had memories of him in every room.

Our anniversary was close as I completed my research on the internet and then went to my lawyers and updated my will. I visited Scott's grave like I did most days and sat and cried with him for hours praying for him to forgive me. Before I left the graveyard this time, I purchased the grave site next to his and paid for a casket and funeral telling the staff you should always be prepared for the worst. I went home and wrote a letter to my parents thanking them for looking after my children and wrote each child a short letter telling them how much I loved them, but I had to be elsewhere; then put them on the bench where they would be easily found. Next, I went to my room and chose two outfits Scott loved and laid them both out on the bed along with the sexiest underwear I owned then went for a long shower. With the hot water streaming down onto my chest I closed my eyes and could almost feel Scott's hands my on breasts and he excited my nipples by circling them lightly with his fingers; then I spoilt it by opening my eyes and he was gone. I turned the shower off, dried myself and then dressed in the outfit Scott's liked best then returned to the kitchen.

A short note saying where I could be found was left on the table in case someone missed me; I was sure no-one would for a week or more; not even my parents. I collected what I needed from Scott's workbench and hopped into his car that I had kept parked in the garage since it was returned to me by the police, then left for the park.

I cried as I drove to Scott's favourite park, all the time thinking of him and hoping he would be waiting there for me so I could spend eternity with him. If he wasn't, it would be a long time in Hell for me.

This spot felt so familiar now after having visited it some many times in the past 12 months to come and cry; so I knew where I had to park his car and now I knew what I had to do. I had brought our favourite CD with me and pushed it into the head deck and touched play and listened to the songs we loved the most and used to sing along to. As I drifted off to sleep I thought I heard Scott singing along with the song he loved the best. I opened my eyes and looked across and saw him sitting next to me, looking and smiling at me. He reached out his hand to me and I held out my hand to him and as I felt him for the 1st time in a year I whispered, "Happy Anniversary, Scott. I love you." And I closed my eyes.

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