Please read my biography first of all. I have a request. (92.3)
Sorry, there is no sex in this story. So, you may move on if you wish.
Never again.
By Loony123tunes
My name is Mary Evans and I am married to John Evans. We are like everyone else you see walking up and down the high street where you live. Before I met John. I was always getting wolf whistles. These days, they are classed as sexist. I liked it before and after I got married. It told me I still could catch a man's eye or two.
When I met John in our early twenties, we dated. I fell in love with him on the first day we met, and it was the same for John. After a year of dating, we had a dinner date, and that night was the last time I was going to be single. John did that old-fashioned thing and asked me to marry him. Before he had finished asking me, I was saying to him, "YES."
Before we were married, we had a long talk. He came from a small family, and I from a large one. We talked about our careers and, of course, children. I told John during that long talk that I did not want any children. He told me he would like one or two children. But because he loved me so much, he agreed with me not to have any. It was my body, and he respected me for being so honest with him.
When I told him that I did not want any children. We should part, and he was to find another woman to have children with. He thought about it and told me. If that is what I wanted it was what he wanted also. That told me he was deeply in love with me. So, we married, and life was good.
We have now been married for over ten years and are still in love with each other. When we were out. I could see John looking and smiling at the little boys and girls that other parents had with them. Every time I saw John with that smile on his face. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted children of his own.
He knew the reason. I did not want any children. It was because of my family; they all struggled to live, and the children held them back, and that was not for me. I wanted a career and a loving husband.
It had been my decision when we spoke about children. John went along with it but never told me why. I had been on the pill before we were married. And all through our marriage. It was a daily routine of taking the damn things. It was like a rule that had to be obeyed: 'Thou must take them if you don't you will have any children of your own.'
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Three things happened. The first and second ones were due to me. The third one was down to John. Or was it the other way around? Anyhow, that does not matter now.
Let me get it straight: It was about two months ago, give or take a day or two. In this age with PCs, you could order your prescription online to the Doctor and wait for his approval. Or use the old-fashioned way to drop off your request at the Doctor/chemist. Wait a couple of days and pick them up. Well, with one thing or another, I forgot to renew my prescription. That was down to silly old me.
Then I remembered. I had to wait until I was on my monthly cycle before they would take effect again.
Even though I had forgotten. It did not stop John and I from making sweet love. But when I was in my fertile time, I was careful. We were always careful during those times. Even though I was on the pill, accidents could happen or the pills may not have protected me.
A few weeks before this time. John was feeling unwell, so he went to the Doctor. The Doctor sent him for tests for two days, and we had to wait for the results to come through. John had a telephone call from the Doctors asking him to call in that night. Which John did.
When John walked in, he headed for the drinks cabinet and poured out two large drinks. Handing one to myself.
"Mary, please sit down. I have something to tell you," John said to me in a troubled voice.
We sat down facing each other.
"Mary, what I am about to tell you may not be all that bad. I have come from the Doctors and remember all those tests they did on me. They have the test results."
I sipped at my drink waiting for John to continue.
"Mary, I do not know the medical term for what I have. my mind is in a fog right now. But what I have is a growth in my brain. Some type of brain tumour, he called it. I must have an operation to remove it. I must warn you it might go either way.
"John, what do you mean buy it might go either way," I said to my husband.
"Well, Mary, I can live with it, and I might drop dead tomorrow with it. But the operation they have. They had great success with it. So, I told him I would have the operation.
I was scared at what my loving husband had told me. Both my hands were shaking in terror. I picked up my drink and emptied the glass and poured out a second glass for myself. John was staring into space. Trying to understand what was wrong with him. I held him and kissed his forehead.
"John, don't worry, they can do wonderful things these days. Let us plan for our future," I said to him.
We sat together there on the sofa and talked. We made our plans where we wanted to go and see a few more places in the world. I made light of his problem. But I was worried to death, and I was not going to show it. I wanted to take his mind away from it and my hand was on his cock outside his pants. We played for a while on the sofa. His mind had turned. I had him thinking about making sweet love.
I stood up and held out my hands to him. I was heading to our bedroom. I wanted his mind to switch off from his troubles. I stripped him, and he stripped me. Like all the other nights before, we made love. Our love would last and last. I made sure of it. It was love with passion.
John was his normal sensitive self. I wanted more, so he could forget his problem. John could last for hours on end, and he could wear me out. I wanted him to last all night long. Well, our lovemaking was fantastic. He was his normal loving self. We even saw daylight break in through the blinds. I helped John forget for a short time.
I also had a problem of my own. I was seeing a friend of ours that lived round the corner from the both of us. What I mean by seeing a friend of ours. I was having an affair. His name was George. It only lasted for three months. George thought of himself as god's gift to women. But he was not. He only had female friends for a few weeks at a time. The reason was that he was useless in bed. But he thought otherwise.
When I sat down and thought about George as a romantic lover, I laughed to myself. Thank god it only lasted for a short time. The worst of it made me sick thinking about it and what I had done.
I was cheating on the man I loved, John. As for John, he was a tremendous lover. When I thought about it. As for George, I cannot even remember how it first started and why I let it go on for so long I must have been mad. Even today I am trying to understand why.
John had taken ill at work and went to hospital. He was not allowed any visitors for two days while they did tests. And that included me. Then I remembered the following day. I had arranged to meet George at the Blue Bay Hotel in the afternoon. That was going to be the last time, and I would tell him it was all over.
I arrived at the Blue Bay Hotel at the agreed time to meet George. I started to tell George it was all over. George did not take too kindly to me stopping the affair. He grabbed hold of me, forcing himself on me. He wanted sex, and he was going to have it one way or the other. I told him to stop, and if he did not, I would scream the place down. With that, he had changed in a second.
Then he told me if I did not have sex with him, he would tell John. He was going to blackmail me into continuing to have sex with him. I had to agree only to stop him from telling John. Later, I would get my own back. I was thinking. I laid there and let him get on with it. I vowed there and then I would jeopardise my marriage. NEVER AGAIN.
I had a sudden wake-up call to what was important to me and my life. And who I loved and that was John. What I was doing was cheating on my husband. I felt guilty and dirty. And what for, some lousy sex with George? I was thinking, what am I doing here? I should be with John. Get the hell out of here and get to the hospital to see the man I love. Which is exactly what I did.
I went straight home. I had to wash the smell of George. I felt dirty. When I had showered, I went to the hospital. The Doctors allowed me in when they had finished doing the tests on John. While I was there, I felt more guilty than I ever did before. But John had to be looked after.
The Doctors told me that John could go home tomorrow. He must take sick leave from work. Until they have all the results from all the tests. If he feels unwell, he has to come back right away. The following day, we went home with a list of dos and don'ts. With a strict diet. List of vitamins to take. Papers showing him what exercises to do. Why should he do exercises? For a brain tumour. Is it inside his Head?
The most important thing was John. And we were going to talk about what we were going to do after the operation. But we did not know when that would be. We had to wait for the results and the specialists to determine that.
We had become even stronger than before. We laughed and joked all the time when we were together. But in the back of my mind was George. I wanted him to go away.
The specialists met a month later and the operation date was given to us. And that was in six weeks' time for the scheduled surgery.
We had a meeting with the specialists. They went through every little thing. That John needed to know about the operation. He had to understand what he was going through. He must understand everything. Before he could sign for the operation procedure to take place.
John went for his pre-op. Two days later the operation was scheduled for the next day. I was worried about death. John's specialist Doctor's name was Snowden. Doctor Snowden wanted to talk to me alone, it was about John's medical condition. He had informed John in private before speaking with me.
Doctor Snowden told me that John's brain tumour was a borderline case. I asked him what that meant.
He went on to tell me if the tumour had not spread. He was hoping to remove all the tumours from his brain. If so then John had an extremely good chance of a full recovery. But if it is not all removed then John's personal behaviour would be affected. Things like depression and deep sadness. John would be a changed man. He might even want to take his own life.
"Mrs. Evans I am going to ask you a very personal question, "Doctor Snowden said looking at me.
"Yes, Doctor what might that be," I said to him.
"Mrs. Evans is at home and your relationship with Mr. Evans. A sound secure marriage if not would you please tell me now," Doctor Snowden said looking at me.
"Doctor, I love my husband and we have been planning what we are going to do when he is fully recovered. I promise you I will give him any cause for any type of distress," I said to him with tongue in cheek.
