Where husbands regain respect and dignity
This is a sequel to No Reply by Harddaysknight. To understand this story you need to read Harddaysknights' story.
This isn't a Burn the Bitch story, as that isn't warranted by the original. I'm OK if it bothers you. It is what it is.
I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story for Literotica
Much thanks to Erikthread for his editing skill.
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"Mom, you have to leave now. You too, Mrs. Burrows. I can't believe you two did all this deliberately. I won't be able to look back to my 18th summer with any happiness." They gasped and slunk out the door and into Mom's car. Debbie was stunned. I had never spoken a cross word to my mother and had always shown her and Janice Burrows the deepest respect. That was all gone now.
"Debbie, we need to talk," I said.
"OK, but I need to shower first."
"No, this needs to happen NOW!"
She sat down at the other end of the sofa and looked up at me with a worried look in her eyes. "I'm not happy about this," I said. "I know you were pulled into it by my mother and Janice Burrows, but it's eating away at me. I feel humiliated and dishonored, not as much by you, Deb, as by my own mother! I know one thing. I will never be able to look at those trees and not feel real pain. I love you with all my heart. You've been a great wife and mother. Tell me, did you know anything about Jason at the time?"
"NO! I never had an idea until Jeff Burrows' funeral what was happening around here. And the apple trees - I'll pull them down myself if I have to. I never want you, my husband, to hurt from any of my actions again, and I swear I'll find some way to make this up to you. And I'm sorry, so sorry that I pushed the decision onto you when I already knew the right thing to do. I think that that's why I'm so disappointed in myself."
"I have a plan for that," I said. Then I outlined what I wanted to do, at least at my house. Soon after Debbie was on the phone to Janice Burrows. "Janice, I need Jeff to come over tomorrow morning about nine. Bill and I have one more job for him. No, everything will be fine here, at least it will if he shows up. I can't predict what Bill might do if he doesn't and I really don't want to find out."
After that I called my dad and we had a long chat. "Those maple trees really are a bother, aren't they, Dad?"
"Yes they are, Son. Messy as all hell and so many leaves in the fall. One or two in front of the house, OK, but a whole damn stand of 'em is just too much."
"Tell me how they make you feel, though, Dad."
"Sometimes I just begin to shake with anger when I see them. Then I think about how much I love your mom. Still, it's hard with a daily reminder of how I was unwillingly cuckolded. I don't think your mom really understands how I feel."
"I'm sure of it, Dad. What she sees is a bunch of well-pleased women who have something they can use to control their men. I, for one, am not going to take it. I should have told Debbie 'no' when she called, and I know that the rough patch we are about to go through is partly my fault, because I didn't tell her straight up not to do it. I thought she really knew it from my voice and I shouldn't have had to tell her no. I was just too stunned and upset at the moment and I closed my cell. I now know that was a big mistake. So let me ask you, do you want to be rid of those trees? I know I couldn't live with a daily reminder of Deb's tryst with Jeff Emerson and it would likely end our marriage. I'm taking care of that tomorrow. I'll also be happy to help you take care of yours if you want. Just let me know."
Debbie heard the last part of the conversation as she was coming down from her shower. When I turned around, there were tears in her eyes. "I didn't realize it would affect you this much, Bill, or I would have told your mom to take a long walk off a short pier, but she seemed so positive that it was good for the marriages in all the families. All I ever wanted for us was to have a good marriage, and I thought that Janice had something to do with that."
"Well, as far as learning how to love and respect my wife, I learned more of that from my dad than I ever did from Janice Burrows. How to make love to a woman, at least the physical parts, yes, I did learn that from Janice. In a way though it stole something from us. Think of the joy and delight we would have had in discovering all those things ourselves. Think of how it would have been if I had come to our marriage bed as innocent as you and we made our way through the joy of discovering what delighted the other, what we each enjoyed. I already knew a lot of that, thanks to Janice, and you were cheated out of that experience. Hell I was cheated out of it too, of telling you how good something felt, or of how that little touch right there turned me on, and of all those things young lovers learn about each other and themselves. I really wish I'd had that with you!"
Debbie had a strange look on her face. If I had to guess it was one of desire mixed with anger and regret. "Oh, Bill! I'm sorry we never had those experiences. Still, you are the best thing that ever happened to me and the best lover--probably some from what Janice taught you--but more from what your dad did. He taught you how to really love a woman from the heart, and I feel that every time we make love, Bill. Will you make love to me now, Bill? Not just fuck me, but love me?"
"Yes, Debbie, I will, but I have a question. Did you use our bed?"
"Yes," she replied with a look of sudden shock and despair on her face.
"We'll use the guest room and tomorrow we'll order new furniture for the master," I said.
I led her up to the guest room and slowly undressed her, taking my time. I ran the tips of my fingers down her arms, up her thighs, gently touching her all over her body. I caressed her face, her breasts, her pussy. We made slow gentle love, allowing our passion and desire to build until we reached a crescendo of mutual satisfaction. We lay together in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. I woke at 6:00 A.M. still entwined with Debbie. I looked at her beautiful face and thought "God I love this woman."
She smiled and stirred, and looking at me, said, "I love you to the very depth of my soul."
I was ready to take her right then, but I had things I needed to do today. "Debbie, I'm ready to repeat last night. I've never felt closer to you, ever! But we have things that we have to do today. I promise that tonight will be special."
She leaned into me, gave me a passionate kiss and said, "I know, dear. I'm ready for the day. I love you and I want to do this." She got up, took a quick shower and went downstairs to fix breakfast.
After breakfast I went into my office and wrote the most difficult letter I had ever had to write. I had finished and was waiting when Janice showed up with Jeff.
"Good morning, Janice, Jeff," Debbie said as she let them into the house. I was in the living room in my work clothes. "Why don't you go with Bill, Jeff? I know he has a job that he needs your help with." Janice had a look of concern on her face, remembering how forceful and violently Bill had taken me yesterday afternoon. "You don't have anything to worry about, Janice. Bill won't hurt him, but he will talk to him, and I hope Jeff learns from what he has to say. In the mean time, let's you and I go visit my mother-in-law. Bill will bring Jeff over when they're finished." Debbie and Janice got into Janice's car and went over to my mom and dad's place.
Jeff walked hesitantly with me out to the yard where he had planted the apple trees. He noticed the shovels and had a questioning look on his face. "We have something to undo, Jeff, and if we don't do it now I will be hurt and angry and my marriage might not survive." A look of realization came over his face.
"You know, don't you, Mr. Mason? I'm sorry, but it was so overwhelming and I was so confused. I guess I just went with the flow and didn't think about what the consequences might be."
"I know, Jeff. I remember vividly my experiences with your grandmother. I felt much the same way, including guilt over having cuckolded your grandfather." His eyes went wide. I could see anger and hurt in his eyes. It was clear that he loved and respected his grandfather and knew that I regretted hurting his grandfather just as he regretted hurting me.
"Well, let's get to work. We've got to 'unplant' some trees. If I see them for one more day I may go nuts." Jeff and I worked quickly and with purpose. As we worked I talked about respect and how to respect and love a woman. I told him to look at marriages he admired, that he thought were good and strong and to look at how the husbands treated their wives. that that was a way you could learn about love and respect for a woman. Then we talked about respect for men. About how you respect a man by respecting the vows he and his wife made, by respecting the relationship between him and his wife. We talked about how if you give that respect to other men they will give it back to you. By noon we had all of the trees out of the ground and loaded into the back of my pickup and Jeff had a head full of things to think about.
"Mr. Mason, will you still be friends with my grandma?" Jeff asked.
"Of course, Jeff, but I'll always regret what happened. I'll regret having cuckolded your grandpa. He was a good man and I'm not sure how he handled it. I'm sure he knew, he just chose not to acknowledge it. I'm sure in some ways it ate at him. I'm also sorry for Debbie and me, for the loss of discovery that was taken from us that week. But I've forgiven myself and Debbie and your grandma. She really is a good woman at heart. She was just a little misguided. And you don't have to worry about sharing anything we've talked about today with her. As a matter of fact, I want you to do so, as you feel comfortable about it. I think she needs a male perspective. There are a lot of women who do."
