An Eighteen Year Estrangement

There were no real people harmed in the writing of this story and it is not a collection of my experiences in any way except in understanding the emotions involved. I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion.

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Sometimes you just have to wonder what in the world was God thinking when he shuffled that deck of cards and dealt the hand you've lived with for the last 18 years. I think back on it and sometimes wish I had chosen a different response but then I wouldn't be watching two wonderful kids setting out for a Grand Tetons adventure with half a dozen of their friends they have known since childhood.

Dave was born 20 years ago and Kiley followed 2 years later. For the last two decades they have been my chief concern in life. They have had everything they needed and a good number of their wants as well but neither of them ended up spoiled in any sense. They both held part time jobs while in high school and I couldn't ask for a better adjusted pair of kids. Their mother on the other hand, well, she is a different story altogether.

Her name is Tammy and except for the fact that she is my 40 year old wife and my name is Ted Walton, I'm not going to go into the details of the courtship and how I nailed her in the back seat of her Daddy's Buick and how her Daddy ran me off with a pitchfork, all true as a matter of fact.

I think the 43 year old Ted Walton of today had his start 18 years ago.

When I was a young boy, my mom had a theory that if all the neighbor moms would circulate all their children together when one of them got the mumps, we could all get it over at the same time. Well, she tried. She would pack all of us off to the neighbor's house every time some kid in the neighborhood caught them. They would do the same. My brother Jimmy caught them when I was 7 and my mom just about had him coughing all over me day and night. Funny thing was I never got them, at least not until I was 20 years old.

It was the most horrendous experience I have gone though. They have inoculations for it now but then, if they did, I didn't know anything about it. I caught the mumps from the kids of one of my co-workers during a summer job between semesters. It ruined my whole summer and put a damper on certain recreational activities that Tammy and I had grown quite fond of. My arm pits swelled up, my throat was worse than softballs but the worst of all was the gonads. I literally could not walk. My balls were swollen and hurt like hell.

The doctor gave me some pills and told me to stay off my feet as if that was going to be a problem and eventually the swelling went down. However, my nuts were sore as hell all summer and I know I wasn't the only one not happy about it. Tammy was agitated for a while but oddly about a month before I had to go back to school, she seemed to get over it. By the time I had to leave, things were back to normal and I tried to squeeze in as much fucking in one week as I lost in the summer.

A year later and we married, both of us with fresh degrees and ready to conquer the world. We settled in a little town next door to where we grew up just outside of Memphis and decided to start a family. Well, that took over a year of trying every position known to man and woman, some we invented. Somehow, Tammy got pregnant and David Walton came into the world. He had his mother's red hair and blue eyes instead of my brown and brown but I could not have been more proud. I rocked him, burped him and changed his crappy diapers. I did it all. I even weaned him when Tammy worked the night shift at the Hospital. If ever there was a bond between father and son, it was with us.

A couple years later, a little girl named Kiley joined the family and Tammy now felt we were a complete family unit. She went and had her tubes tied right after the birth, not even consulting me on the matter. It was done. Whatever the case, I bonded with Kiley just as I did with Dave.

A couple months after Kiley was born, I started having a nagging ache in one of my testicles and a guy at work told me I needed to get that checked out real quick. One of his brothers had testicular cancer a few years ago and he thought the symptoms were similar.

"Ted, take this cup in there and bring back a sperm sample" She said with only half a grin on her face. She handed me an old copy of Hustler, laughing the whole time, as I walked to the bathroom. When I returned, I just smiled right back at her.

A few days later, I met with my doctor.

"Ted, it's mostly good news. You have a rather benign cyst on your right testicle. I'm going to remove it and you'll be sore for a while."

That is what he did and as I was sitting there waiting for Nurse Jism to bring me the pain scripts, he made another comment.

"The other interesting thing is that your sperm count came back zero. Did you get tested after you had the mumps while in college?"

I shook my head.

"Well, with all the scarring that is evident, that was most likely the cause. If you want to have kids, you and the missus will have to adopt."

The room didn't go dark and I didn't throw a conniption fit. I thanked the doctor and Nurse Jism. I made my way out to my car and sat in it for quite a while.

"What the motherfucking son of a bitch cocksucking whore dog cunt slut ..."

I ran out of words in short order. If I had been armed, I might have gone home and laid her out. If I've been sterile, there is no way I'm the father of my two kids. No way. Now, I'm generally a thinking man most of the time and I needed to think. Did she believe I would never find out? Who is the motherfucker who nailed my wife? Do the kids have the same baby daddy? That last question struck me as important.

If they have the same baby daddy, that means she has been fucking the same guy for at least the past three years. We've only been married less than five. I needed to think this out.

They didn't have reliable and quick DNA stuff back then or if they did it was way too expensive. What I did have was a good deputy friend who did some sleuthing on the side.

"Billy Bubba Jim Bob, you redneck hillbilly, how are you?"

He looked at me and just said "smartass" as he handed me an open long neck. He was my best friend in high school and he went to a community college earning a degree in Criminal Justice which is really a training school for cops. I thought he would have been an engineer or something but he was happy doing that, real happy.

"So, you know for a fact she's taking some strange up the quim, Jr.?

"I know somebody else put those babies in her. You remember when I had those motherfucking mumps?" He nodded his head.

"Well, it killed the swimmers is what it did. I've been firing blanks for the last five years. Hell, if I had known that, those rubbers would have hit the trash when we were still dating."

He nodded some more, tipped up the long neck and brought back two more.

"OK, so here is how it works. First, you need to get a blood test for each of the kids. That's easy. Tell her that there is a free registry with the Sheriffs Dept to protect against missing kids when some bastard snatches them, finger prints and blood samples. That way you'll know if there is a blood type problem that says for sure you aren't the father.

Next, you just keep on keeping on. I'll cover her ass like molasses on a stick. If so much as a fly lands on that ass, I'll know it. You just gotta cover costs. This is between friends."

When he said that's what he would do, I knew he meant it. We polished off a couple more beers and before I left he told me.

"Jr., when we nail the prick that's tapping your woman and we know for sure, you and I are gonna go out and hook up with a couple very fine young ladies that have been giving me the playground eyes for quite some time. You are gonna get some payback pussy and good."

That's how we parted and that is how we met again a couple weeks later.

"OK, Jr., Sit down."

I did and he laid it out for me. Tammy was photographed going into the Ramada Inn, second floor, Room 221 with a jackass named Michael Cookson. He's a jackass because both Billy and I knew him from our school days.

"OK, here's the hard part."

He slid over a VHS tape.

"They have been using the same room for the past month according to the clerk so we got him to give us access to the room and placed the camera in the ceiling vent. It's not the best picture quality but you got sound and action and all the evidence you need that they are actually fucking each other."

Fuck, that smarts but it was real life. I didn't want to watch the video but I took it and put it in my case. That's when I told him my plan.

"Billy, here's the deal. Those kids might not be mine but I love them like they are my own flesh and blood. Somebody once told me an old cliché but I think it's true. Revenge is best served cold. I'm going to raise my kids but I'm going to burn those fuckers asses but good when the time comes.

I'd like the clerk to let us know if they stop showing up at the Ramada and if they do, we'll figure out their new cooch hole. I've got 18 years in front of me to get these kids raised up right. In the meantime, let's have a couple cold ones and see if we can't find some of that young pussy you've been talking about."

That's what we did and Billy wasn't kidding. They were actually a couple nurses from the same hospital Tammy worked at. That made me a bit nervous at first but when Michelle shimmied out of her clothes and laid back on the motel bed, crooked her finger my way and opened that sweet little pussy wide, I didn't waste any more time. I think I nailed her honey pot four times that afternoon and when we were done, we made a date for a repeat.

For the next couple of months, we went at it like a couple of horny high school kids. One time, she told me she saw my wife at work that afternoon.

"She works on our floor now, starting this week on days like us. All she talks about is you but then she runs off with that prick she is seeing during lunch."

"Yeah, I know about that, the Michael Cookson asshole. She has been fucking him for years."

"So why don't you leave her?"

I told her about the kids and why I wanted to raise them. Surprisingly, she was supportive.

"So you are going to just stay married until they grow up and keep a woman on the side the whole time?"

I looked at her closely. She was looking at me seriously, perhaps appraising me.

"I think that's probably the best approach."

"OK, well, I'd like to stick around for the ride as long as it works. I like you, I like you a lot."

So we stuck it out. Michelle and I were a good fit. She knew my wife was a cheating cunt. She knew I just wanted to raise two children that were fathered by somebody else. And, she was a fantastic fuck.

After about a year, I started working my finances. I slowly started siphoning off about 10% of my income and stashing it in an out of state bank. When the bonuses and raises started coming in, off they went to the siphon fund. The balance kept growing and Michelle and I kept up our relationship. If anything I think we were falling in love. In fact I know it but I was still married to Tammy.

One thing was bothering me a bit and I couldn't figure it out. Michelle kept telling me that all Tammy ever talked about at work was how great her husband was, how good a daddy he was, even hints about being a stud in the sack. All of it was true of course but if she was giving up the quim every week to that fucktard Cookson, why in hell would she talk about me all the time? I couldn't wrap my mind around that.

I fucked her every Saturday night like clockwork. I couldn't have done much more because Michelle was getting the best of me on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday afternoons. Tammy never complained or ever sought out more. I knew Cookson was nailing her once a week so I guess twice was good enough.

Did I feel like a shit fucking another woman? All I had to do was think about how she had been cucking me for years. That took care of any guilt. I think the worse part of it was I knew I was fucking Michael Cookson's long time woman even though I was married to her. I think I wanted to kill him for the longest time.

The next couple of years were pretty smooth. I was doing well in the company and received a promotion along with a pretty nice increase in compensation. Michelle moved up at the hospital and was now a charge nurse on the same floor as Tammy. That meant she was Tammy's boss. That generated a few interesting bedtime discussions but Michelle, if she was anything, she was fair. Tammy did pretty well working for her.

My siphon fund was growing nicely and with three years of bonuses and increases added to it, I had almost a full year's salary tucked away already. Michelle and I sat down one evening and had a long talk.

"Michelle, what do you really think about me?

It was one of those questions that she had to really think hard about because I wanted a serious answer.

"Ted, I'm going to be straight up and honest here, you know that. We've been together four years now and if you were not already married, I'd be chasing you night and day to get that ring on my finger. But, I know that can't happen, at least for now. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed by that. But I'd also be lying to myself if I said I didn't love you like nobody else.

I get you a third of the time and I've had to make do with that. I guess my big concern right now is that I don't want to be a kept woman. I want something to come out of this. How do we do that?"

I didn't have any really good answers for that. Human nature supplied them later. Michelle came in from work one day and while she didn't say those damn words, I saw it in her face. She sat in my lap, kissed me and led me into the bedroom. We had really great sex and when we finished and showered, she sat me down and told me what I already knew.

I stopped her with a finger to her lips.

"You don't have to say anything. I'll miss you greatly and if our paths cross again down the road, I'll walk another mile or many with you anytime."

She wanted a family and I couldn't provide it. I had a family of my own to attend to so I did. We ran into each other on occasion and I knew she had found a guy and married him and we remained good friends.

So four plus years after my discovery, I was back home, no Michelle and a wife who was still fucking her asshole boyfriend. We still did our Saturday night so I wasn't going without but for me, I was just getting a piece of ass off a whore. What I did still have though, were my kids and I showered my attention on them. I made sure to take them everywhere and I excluded Tammy every chance I could.

I took them camping, hiking, to ballgames, everything. I hope I instilled everything decent needed for being well rounded adults later. When they came home from school, it was me they came to. When they needed anything, I was the source.

A few more years went by. My siphon fund was growing to a very respectable balance and periodically, I would move funds to an off shore account and then move them again. You would have to be a serious forensic accountant to find them and link them to me. I was making three times what I was making 10 years earlier yet Tammy was none the wiser. She had her own pretty decent income and between us, the house was nearly paid off.

Now, the funny thing, well in hindsight, was that the house was titled in my name only, same thing with the mortgage. So, technically, all the equity was accruing for my use. By year 12 of the big discovery as I started calling it, the house was paid off and through appreciation over the years, it was worth double what we paid for it. Technically, I could pull out 80% of the equity in another mortgage when the time came without having to include Tammy in the transactions.

Billy and I still hooked up regularly although he had married a sweet girl who thought his redneck ass was made of gold. She had given him a couple kids by then so he was staked down to suburbia pretty tightly. He also didn't cheat on her so no more nurses for him. As for me, I didn't fuck around really. I made it a few times with a woman I used to work with but for the most part I just contented myself with the Saturday night whore fuck. I made it good though. I took her ass when I wanted and she was fucked sore by morning.

In year 15, the fucking gods struck a thunderbolt right up her ass. I got a call in the middle of the night. Tammy had gone on a weekend trip with her nurse friends to the NASCAR race up in Bristol. Of course, it was all bullshit. She was on a weekend bender with Asshole Cookson. Billy had one of his PIs watching her for this one. His business was full time now and everything was still at cost to me. Like I said, we go way back.

The call was to inform me that my wife was in a hospital in Knoxville with serious injuries. They were not life threatening but she had been broken up a good bit with a broken leg, a couple busted ribs and a really fucked up face. The kids were teens then and could handle things here by themselves so I headed to Knoxville driving all night. Interestingly, the kids didn't have any interest in how she was doing as long as she was alive. I think I smiled about that the whole way there. She not only wasn't a good wife, she was a lousy mother as well.

I got to the hospital by morning and when I walked into her room, she looked like total shit. Her head was bandaged up completely on one side. Both eyes were completely fucked up, her nose was broken and according to the doctor she had a horrific gashed and jagged cut running from her ear to her mouth. She was going to need a few surgeries to get it looking reasonable. In a word, she was a mess. No, make that two words, a fucking mess.

She couldn't really talk and I really didn't want to hear anything she said but I sat there and held her hand, going through the motions of a caring spouse. I got the straw to her mouth when she needed it. She wasn't eating anything yet and when she got to that point, it would be liquid diet and soft foods until we got some teeth put back in her head. She had lost several front teeth as well.

I asked the doctor later if there were any other injured people in the wreck and told me that one other man had died on the scene and there were no other passengers in the car. He looked at me sympathetically but didn't offer any other information. The police officer who came by later was much more forth giving.

"Mr. Walton, I'll be plain speaking here. Your wife was a passenger in the car. One Michael J. Cookson was the driver and he was killed on impact. There were no other passengers in the vehicle. Now, just as plain, Mr. Walton, Mrs. Walton is one lucky woman. She should have died in that crash just like the driver. For whatever reason, she was laying down in the back seat or so we think and the seat backs saved her life somehow. I don't know how but they did. The driver on the other hand was ejected from the vehicle and killed upon impact with the concrete abutment. If you have any further questions, Mr. Walton, here is my card."

With that, the officer left and I stood in the hallway just outside my wife's room. I can't say I was happy. Instead, I had an empty hollow pit feeling. In spite of all the cheating and cucking me with somebody else's baby daddy offspring, I still loved the woman I married. I just couldn't stand her.

I stayed through Monday morning and by then, Tammy had most of her wits about her. She wouldn't be walking anywhere soon and would most likely be in the hospital for the rest of the week. I called my work and took some leave. I then called the kids and everything was OK there. They were more concerned now and wanted to drive over. I let them make that decision. They showed up at the hotel later that evening.