Forward.
I want to thank Saddletramp for allowing me to borrow a couple of his characters for this story. Justice O Peace(Eli) and his beautiful wife Elizabeth(Lizzy).
This story is about two other stories, where the women made some bad decisions that cost them their marriages. One of the husbands committed suicide.
I could never find the two stories again after I read them. But they stuck in my mind. So if the authors would please contact me, I will give credit and repost.
The first story starts out with a woman having a long conversation with her husband that had left her, but it turns out she is talking to his gravestone. He committed suicide after finding out about her affair.
The next one was a woman on a business trip who turned 40 while she was out of town on that trip. Her husband and kids decided to surprise her for her birthday. They get there early in the morning to her hotel room. Upon entering her room, they had noticed Susan's suitcase had not been unpacked from her flight, even though she had checked into the room the day before.
She turns around to see her loving husband and kids standing there, and her world collapses around her. Those stories were so well written, you could feel everyone's pain.
I do not remember the original character names, so I chose my own. If the authors contact me, I will correct it.
How many times in stories do the women wish they go back and be UNFUCKED. So this is where I got an idea for the over-the-top story. Think of how many stories could have been saved in Literotica using this device.
Only in Saddle Tramp's world could they be given a second chance to undo the damage they had caused. So again, I thank him for allowing me into his universe.
I want to thank the gentleman that gave me some good ideas to help the story flow better. He does not wish his identity to be known. You know who are.
I also referenced my story February Sucks My Way.
Remember, this is FICTION.
Continued...
THE UNFUCK MACHINE CHAPTER 2
Alana Cheats
The following week Susan and Alana were sitting out by Susan's pool relaxing under the sun and the warm weather. Alana asked, "Susan, have your dreams stopped?"
"Yea," she replied, "I was afraid to say anything. I didn't want to jinx myself."
Susan turned to Alana, "I want to ask you something about what got you into this mess. Do you remember anything about your affair? I can't remember anything about mine except for the aftermath in my dreams. I to tell you the truth, I don't want to. But I would like to tell you."
I need somebody to talk to about it. But I was scared you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. I was one cruel bitch to Roger."
"First off," replied Susan. "You know the old saying, don't you? 'Those you live in stone houses shouldn't throw glass." Susan chucked at the saying, knowing she had it reversed. We have both been given a second chance. I can't or won't judge. We need each other as friends."
"I was brutal to Roger," explained Alana. "I was out of my fucking mind. I wanted more and more, and that Bastard kept feeding into my anger. I did eventually cheat on Roger. And he killed himself."
Susan put her hand to her mouth and gasp. She started crying, "I love your husband. He is a great guy,"
Alana lowered and whispered, "I know." She raised her head back up after regaining her composure. "What I didn't know was the Bastard filmed me taking my virgin ass."
He then sent the video to Roger, and Roger killed himself. Abby found him in his home office with half his head missing, and the video was looping on his desk. When my daughter saw it, she basically went feral, and my son refused to talk to me.
I was so distraught when I realized how much I still loved Roger, and I couldn't function without him. I sold the company to that Bastard for half of what it was worth. Here is the kicker. He bought it with the funds he embezzled.
Susan was crying as she held her friends hand.
"Alana, I'm glad you feel that way too," replied Susan. I don't want to remember any of it. I am so ashamed of what I did to Tom and my family. I want to tell you how stupid I was, and boy was Lizzy was right about me.
I had a conference I was attending. I dropped off my suitcase in the room. I headed back down for the first night of mingling. I met the cute guy named Boytoy. I do not wish to use his name. I turned 40 that day, and he was my present to myself because I thought I deserved a one-time fling.
I don't remember the sex or the night before. I do remember the next morning outside my room. I opened the door without looking. I turned and kissed him goodbye and explained it was for one night only and it would never happen again.
I can only imagine the pain I was causing Tom and the kids. From their view, the back of my dress was above my waist, and his hands were in my panties. He was groping my tit with the other hand while he was kissing me.
I then took off my panties, exposing myself to my children and Tom. I gave them to Boytoy as a trophy. When I turned around, I passed out from the anguish on my family's face. I fell to the floor. When I came to, they were stepping over me as they left me lying there like I was a piece of garbage. And they were right.
We might have been able to work through it if it was just him or he just heard about it. But he could never forgive me for doing it in front of the kids.
And facing my parents and his parent was agonizing. It was the first time I ever saw my dad cry. And my mother was beside herself.
Tom could have destroyed my job. He later told me he didn't want to have to pay money to a cheating slut and if he got me fired.
He was never vicious towards me, but we both died that day. You heard from Lizzy the rest.
I thank the man up above every day for saving Roger and my family. So with your help, I am asking you to be my support and help me endure the nightmares. A million years in hell will be a piece of cake compared to what I did to them."
Alana started sniffing the air, "Are you baking cookies?" Then they heard the sound of a woman humming coming from the kitchen.
Both the girls walked into the kitchen to see Susan's kitchen had turned back in time to the 1870s. They noticed Lizzy pulling another dozen cookies out of the woodstove.
"Hey, ladies, good to see you. Come on in and sit down. We need to talk. Here let me get you some cookies," smiled Lizzy.
"Ladies, we have a problem," Lizzy informed them. Both gasp with fear, Alana sobbing, "I swear I have been faithful and honest with my husband." She started crying harder. "I'm being the best wife I can be. Please, I beg you, don't send me back."
"Me too," cried Susan. "I'll do anything. I'll work harder. Just tell me what I need to do."
"Oh my," gasped Lizzy. "That came out all wrong. When I said we, I meant me included. I forgot to give you some of the details that you two should have been given the first time we met. You have been given a special gift. You will have a sixth sense to know when someone is cheating or about to cheat. That will allow you to try to save the marriages.
It turns out. By both of you being so close together, it amplifies the effects, so the whole thing plays out to the cheaters. Not only that, but you two will also see the episode. That's in case the cheaters need counseling."
