                       Dee Dee's Husband Responds
                              Copyright by Joesephus

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Synopsis: His wife posts a story about her affair on the internet. What if
her husband decides it's true?

The story was inspired by "Dee's One & Only Affair" by vastiesmith.  I
do have the author's permission, but I think the story will stand on
it's own.



This story was written with MS Word.  I used things like bold and italics
to make dialogue more understandable.  Those were lost when I converted 
this to TXT format.  If you wish to read the version with the formats
You can find them posted on other sites.  I would suggest you search 
for the title and Joesephus.
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This is NOT the way I thought I would be spending the night of my
twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. I'm sleeping in the guest room,
alone--by choice. Monday, tomorrow, Cee-Cee, the 'Dee Dee' of her
story, will be served with divorce papers and a proposed settlement. I
think it's more than fair, and I hope she'll be smart enough to take
it. I don't want a messy divorce--Frankly, I want the nastiest possible
divorce with the lying, cheating bitch (I wish my vocabulary were
sufficient to say just how vile I think she is) tossed out with nothing
but the clothes on her back. Strike that, tossed out naked in the snow!

But, I'm a better person than Cee-Cee, and even if Jenny isn't my
child, I love my daughter. My 'dear' wife did change a few things in
her story to try to hide who she was. Her first child, Jenny, was a
brown-haired, brown-eyed girl. When I found the DNA test results she
mentioned, I barely made it to the toilet before I lost my lunch. Our
second--Brad Jr., and he does look like me--is blond-haired and
blue-eyed, not the other way around. They are both grown and on their
own now. Her daughter just gave birth to Cee-Cee's first grandchild. A
beautiful little boy named for me.

That's not fair, she IS my daughter! It IS my grandchild! I may not be
the father, but I WAS the 'daddy.' That's the reason I hope the divorce
is quiet. I don't want to hurt my princess, or her precious family. I
hate Cee-Cee with every fiber of my being, but I'd rather have a fatal
malfunction with my single engine Cessna than hurt my 'little girl.'

I'm rambling, just another indication of what an emotional wreck I am.
I'm a senior pilot; logic and order are my watchwords. Besides, my real
purpose is to set the record straight. I may not be the writer that my
wife is, may she be damned to lowest region of hell, but I am an honest
man. In addition to being cuckolded and being forced to raise another
man's child... That makes me furious in the abstract, but I wouldn't
trade everything I own for my 'daddy's girl.' That's what my daughter
always was. Still, my lying, round-heeled slut-wife never gave me that
option. I deserved the choice! I also don't deserve the libel of her
story. I'm not the man she described. Only God can forgive her for
lying about me to the whole world... I may, with God's help, but I will
never get past it.

Oh, my name is Brad, but my friends all call me 'Bud.' The sperm donor
of my daughter is named John, but I guess my lying, cheating wife
called him 'Jo.' How cleaver to swap names in her story, no one who
knew us casually would ever guess... Right!

She hid our identity so well; I suppose that's why dozens of anonymous
'friends' mailed it, or its link on an erotic story site to me. I don't
suppose there's a good way to find out your wife cheated on you, or that
your first child isn't actually yours. Still, seeing the intimate
details of her 'hot' affair published has to be one of the worst. Not
just reading the graphic minutiae of their lovemaking... fucking, but
reading repeatedly how much better he was than me. I don't think
Cee-Cee could ever hate me enough to say those things to my face, yet
she told the world in her story. Over forty thousand people have
downloaded since she posted it last week! I've been given enough hard
copies to know that I'm a laughingstock locally.

We did marry young, and I worked the whole time I was going to school.
It was also the only time in our marriage that Cee-Cee worked. Cindy
Compton was her maiden name, and I always called her Cee-Cee. Wasn't
"Dee Dee" a clever disguise? Once Jenny was born, she became a stay at
home mom. Five years ago she and our son started college together. They
graduated on the same day. He has a degree in petroleum engineering, and
she got a degree in English. She didn't get a teaching certificate, so I
wonder what kind of job she'll get. Her gravy train has derailed if I
have anything to say about it.

She didn't mention, in her story, that while she was fucking around on
her "boring, tired, and inattentive" husband, it was because I was
working myself to death for us. Yes, I was gone a lot our first year. I
was happily working forty hours a week, carrying twenty hours of tough
aeronautical engineering courses and doing one weekend a month in the
Air Force Reserve. She didn't mention that I turned down an appointment
to the Air Force Academy because she didn't want to wait to get married,
did she? The summer she got pregnant, when we'd only been married seven
months, I wasn't gone two weeks. I was gone two months busting my butt
to earn the right to go to flight school. I've wondered if I would have
felt better if she'd started her "wonderful affair" while I was gone
instead of before I left?

Yes, I remember very well when it started. I wasn't sure at the time,
but did notice the signs and I was very worried... you see I love her
without reservation. What a joke I was. If love is a decision and not
an emotion, I'll change the tense to loved!

She also didn't mention that I was as virgin as she when we married. I
didn't have the sexual experience of her "wonderful lover," who "took
her to heights my husband has still never achieved." She also didn't
mention that, with me, she always changed in a locked bathroom. She
didn't mention that we've still never made love with the lights on. She
didn't mention that until she 'let' me go down on her, that first time,
she had always insisted that oral sex was "too dirty." She somehow
failed to mention that she never once, in our twenty-five years of
marriage, provided oral sex for me.

I'll never forget that first oral sex, the one in which she detailed my
shortcomings in her story. It was the only time she laughed and giggled
during sex. Somehow she didn't mention that she made fun of my efforts
at the time. What a joke, I wasn't just wearing horns, I was cleaning a
very fresh load of her lover out of her. I wonder if she has any idea
how it makes me feel to know that she didn't think it was 'too dirty'
for me go down on her when she was full of her lover's cum. For the
rest of our marriage, she had to have a drink or two before she would
'let' me provide her oral sex.

Was our love making short? Yes. She always managed to convey that sex
was 'wifely duty' and not a very pleasant one, either. She never once,
in twenty-five years showed any real passion in bed. She lied about
that in her story too. I never got a big welcome home fuck in my life.

That was another of her lies. She even admitted it in her story, if you
read carefully. During that first summer of Air Force training, I read
sex manuals, and I talked to other guys. When I came home, she was her
normal cold fish self, but I was horny enough that I persisted. But
after she "let him (me) give her two orgasms orally," she went right
back to being a cold fish. To read in her story that I wasn't a good
lover is... 

I need to control my temper. I'll just say that Cee-Cee is one of those
women who thinks that sex is 'dirty.' It was only when she was being a
dirty adulteress that she could allow herself to do 'dirty' sexual
things. Do I have to say how much it hurts to know that my wife was
willing to cut lose with another man, but even twenty years later, was
never willing to show that side to me. When I think back to the
countless nights that I endured sexual frustration... 

No, my lying, cheating wife didn't paint a very accurate picture of our
sex life, but I loved her so much I was never unfaithful. Not even when
I was away for months overseas in the Air Force, ?r later when I was
flying for the airline. If you think airline senior captains don't have
plenty of opportunity to cheat, you're living on a different planet, but
I never did.

Why, you might ask, if I loved her so much am I divorcing her over an
affair that is almost twenty-five years old and a cuckold's child I
couldn't love more? Frankly, my first response to that story was to
forgive her. I even felt some anticipation that our sex life might
finally get to where I might be allowed to turn the lights on. I played
with the idea that we might renew our vows on our anniversary and start
over. I thought I might push her sexually and never let her know why I
was now more aggressive. Armed with what I learned in her story, I was
certain I could break through her "sex is only to produce children"
mentality she's shown all through our marriage.

I rationalized that her affair was a lifetime ago and that she chose
me... Then I asked myself why? Was it because her 'lover' had a
dead-end hourly job and I had a bright future? I tried to tell myself
that it wasn't important why she chose me, what was important was that
she did.

Then I re-read the story, especially the last part, and I cried for the
third time in my life. I didn't cry when my parents died. The only time
I cried was the first time I held each of my children. However, when I
re-read the end of her story I cried like the broken-hearted man I was.
Ultimately, she didn't choose me. She wrote that if I died, she might
seek him out to be his secret lover. No doubt, she knew that if I died
she'd have financial security. I might have lived with that, it was the
part where she said that if his wife died she would to leave me for him.
She valued his marriage and not ours!

That's when I understood. All through our marriage, I was NEVER first
in her heart. I wept for all those lost years. I knew at that instant I
would never want to touch her again. I put that in the divorce request,
that she is never to contact me. I wonder if she'll honor it? I hope
so; I'm not sure I can resist acting like a jerk and getting petty
revenge if she doesn't. If she tries the crying, "I only love you and
it was just sex" line that so many cheating wives seem to try--Well, I
have some very cutting remarks prepared, but for the sake of our kids,
I hope I don't have to use them.

When I stopped crying, I made a point of finding out about her lover.
He wasn't hard to find. I just called his first wife. She told me "Jo"
was single, after his third divorce, and behind in all his child
support payments.

I wasn't surprised; a man who cheats like he did doesn't stop. I got
his current address, and for a bit I thought about inviting him to our
anniversary party, but I didn't want to ruin it for our kids. Instead,
I'm leaving a current picture his latest ex emailed me. I'll put it on
our fridge. On the back I've written his address and phone number.
(He's gained over a hundred and twenty pounds. I've had to stay trim
for my job). I doubt she'll contact him, but you never know. Her story
certainly had longing for him. Having her marry him would be sweet
revenge--except for what it would do to my daughter.

I thought about all sort of ways I could hurt that cheating, lying,
bitch the way she'd hurt me. With twenty-five years of mutual history,
I know dozens of ways to destroy her. For example, I almost ordered an
expensive sexy dress in her size--her size when we married. It's funny,
I almost wrote that Cee-Cee was still a fine looking woman. I erased it.
I realized I had been seeing through a lens of my love. She never lost
the weight from either pregnancy. Her skin shows the results of too
many hours sunbathing. She's fat, old, and wrinkled! Unfortunately, I
decided that I was a better man than that. Besides, it would take
twenty-five years of pain to even the score. No, I'll let her go her
way, and I'll go mine.

I'm going to try to find what I think every man deserves in a marriage.
A woman who loves him. A woman who has him first in her heart and whose
sexual fantasies include him. I'm not prepare? to settle for less.

Knowing I can love someone who looks like Cee-Cee does now gives me
confidence that I won't let my hormones do my thinking next time. I can
forgive Cee-Cee for her affair. With God's help I suppose I will forgive
her for stealing almost twenty-five years of my life. But I will not
give the lying, cheating, bitch the opportunity to steal a single
additional day.

Revenge? It's tempting, but I believe the best revenge is a life well
lived. I have no doubt that without that lying, cheating bitch, I'll
find both.

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There gentle reader I leave this story. Yet is the story isn't over?
Are all his 'friends' really reading that story? Personally, I think
someone is trying to break up the marriage. Did Cee-Cee's story
accurately reflect the affair, or did she spice it up to make it a
better read? Most important, was Cee-Cee telling the truth when she
said she would choose her lover over her husband if the situation was
right. If Cee-Cee was like the Dee-Dee in the story, I think she's very
lucky Bud is mature enough to forego revenge. If she's used poetic
license--well I believe that a spouse should be spared from a one-time
momentary insanity--if the guilty spouse repents. In my book, repent
mean you try to make the other party 'whole' even if they never knew
they were damaged. Thus if it resulted in a child, the spouse has a
right to know and decide. Certainly, the sperm donor should pay child
support.

Joesephus

                          The End

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