Chapter 3: The Reunion

It was time to go back and see the doctor and get my results. I would need them for the divorce proceedings. I entered the doctor's office and waited to hear my name called.

The receptionist spoke, "George Manning, George Manning." I stood up. "Please follow me," she said.

I went into my little room and the doctor came in. "Good afternoon, George," the doctor spoke. "How are you today?"

"I just came for my sperm test and DNA results," I replied.

"Well, George, you won't need a vasectomy," the Doctor replied. "That motorcycle accident you had fifteen years ago did a number on your lower pelvic region. You won't be able to father anymore kids. So I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. You won't need a vasectomy but you have been firing blanks for the last fifteen years."

"What about my DNA, Doctor? Do you have my chart?"

The doctor handed me a chart with a lot of dots and lines. I told him I had no idea what I was looking at. He said I needed another chart, from someone else, so he could explain it better. I reached into a folder and pulled out Dot's DNA paper that I had gotten out of the safe. He put them both on this light board and was looking at them

"Now this chart is for a girl. See where all these dots and lines intersect. That means there is a 99.999% chance that this girl is your daughter," he said.

I started crying; I couldn't help it. The pride and joy of my life was mine, my flesh and blood.

The doctor looked at me and said, "Is everything alright, George?"

I said, "Everything is great, doc. Would you mind looking at these other two charts for me?"

"Well, let's see," said the doctor. "These are both boys and are probably brothers. Now put your chart next to them and let's take a look. Yes, see the dots and lines are the same on all these charts, so there is a 99.999% chance these are your sons," replied the doctor. "I will put this all in writing and have it notarized for you if you would like."

I looked at the doctor and said, "Please do. That would be great. I have one more question doctor. What does 99.999% chance mean?"

The doctor laughed and said, "That means there is a nine million to one shot that these are your kids. Only one person in nine million could have fathered these kids, pretty safe odds."

I left the doctor's office a very happy man. After getting my DNA papers and a notarized letter from the doctor, I headed for home.

It was now Monday. I only had till Thursday to get my plan together. I started with finding a lawyer, one who was really good. A friend of mine mentioned Sally Hawk who he used for his divorce.

I made an appointment with Sally taking all my DNA papers and a copy of my 'Dear John' letter with me. Damn! Sally was a looker, but I could tell she was a take no prisoners kind of person. She first read the 'Dear John' letter, and I could see her tear up a little. Then she looked at the DNA letter from my doctor and almost laughed out loud.

"Well, Mr. Manning, what do you suggest?" asked Sally.

"First, please call me George, if it's alright with you, and second I want everything I can legally get." I replied.

Sally started speaking: "You have a marriage that has lasted thirty-two years, good or bad. Your wife says you have committed adultery but doesn't show any proof. You, on the other hand, have this letter in her handwriting admitting adultery over a thirty-two year period. You can probably get a 65/35 split of all assets if you apply for a divorce first. There would be some haggling over minor issues but the courts in Ohio would be on your side. You could have gotten a lot more if the kids weren't yours but I think what you have is a lot more important than money."

I looked up, nodded my head and smiled.

Sally continued, "I will need a list of all credit accounts, savings accounts, and approximate assets. We will freeze immediately all credit cards that are in your name. Also I am going to freeze all savings accounts till court action is taken. We'll allow withdraws of up to $100 a day with a max of $500 a week till all the papers are drawn up. Which should only be about a week."

"I do believe that your wife's IRA's should go to her, and your IRA to you. Each of you has earned that money. Also any keepsakes that were passed down from other generations should be given to that person," said Sally.

"Are you planning to keep living at your present residence? If not, then I suggest that you have an auction and sell the house and contents, divide all the money 65% to 35%. That would be the easiest way," Sally spoke with conviction.

Sally looked at me and said, "I know it's rough, but life goes on. I've seen it hundreds of times. It's all down to dollars and cents now. Do you have anything you want to say?."

I replied, "Just thank you for all your help and guidance. I'll go with all that you proposed. I don't want to live in the big house alone; too many memories, both good and bad. Is there any chance I can have the divorce papers delivered at the reunion this Saturday, with a draft of the proposed settlement? I would also like a restraining order so she can't go into the house without my permission and remove property."

Sally conveyed to me, "It will cost a little extra but we can put a rush on it. I'll have a Michigan deputy deliver the papers to the Ramada Inn on Saturday. The restraining order will be issued for Sunday. You do have to understand that she has a right to go into the house. She just won't be able to remove any items other than her personal belongings."

With everything said, I thanked Sally again and planned my last two days before my wife left for her reunion and out of my life.

I got hold of my sons and my daughter to verify they would be going to the reunion. They all agreed to be there, so I then told them I wanted to meet them before the dinner. I had something very important to tell them which may change their thinking on whether or not to attend the dinner. But more than anything I wanted their support. It was a total change of life situation for their mother and me. I told them I couldn't tell them anymore right now but would see them Saturday at the Ramada Inn.

I hated keeping them in suspense but I really wanted them there.

I mentioned to Dorothy that since she was taking Thursday and Friday off from school so she could leave early for her reunion that we could go out and have dinner on Wednesday night. She thought that would be nice. I knew she was just doing it to act normal; she didn't want to make any waves this late in her game.

On Wednesday, we went out and I treated her as though we were on a date. I opened doors, pulled out chairs, complimented her. She was drinking wine, hoping not to get drunk, I was drinking my usual beer. After dinner we took in a movie, kind of a love story. Then we headed for home.

She told me what a wonderful evening she had and really enjoyed it. When we got home she changed into a nightgown then headed for bed. I stripped naked and slid in next to her. She looked at me and said, "Not tonight, George, I'm really tired."

I have never been rough with Dorothy but tonight was going to be a different story. She was leaving me so what did I have to lose. I just reached over and grabbed her by her pussy mound right over her nightgown. I squeezed until my fingers were pushing her panties and nightgown into the crevice of her pussy.

She yelled at me, "George, stop it! I told you no!" I just kept squeezing, She reached both hands down on top of mine to pull my hand off her, but she wasn't strong enough. She yelled again, "George, I said stop it! I'm not in the mood."

Well, holding tight onto her pussy I got up on my knees and used my other hand and started to squeeze her tits. I could tell she was getting mad. I looked her directly in the eyes and said, "Well, I'm in the mood. We can do it the easy way or the hard way, your choice."

She said, "George, what's gotten into you? Please don't hurt me."

"Dorothy, I don't intend to hurt you, but I do intend to fuck you, and fuck you good. I'll ask you one more time, the easy way or the hard way?"

"Okay, George, I'll play along," as she sat up and took off her nightgown leaving only her panties on.

I said, "Lie back down now."

As she did I put my hand through the leg hole of her panties right onto her hairy mound. I started finger fucking her and she started to press against my hand. She was really getting into it now. I had my so called bowling fingers jammed as far as they would go up into her pussy while rubbing around her clit and mound with my thumb.

I stopped fingering her, pulled my hand out of her panties and ripped them off. I then climbed between her legs and muff dove into her pussy.

She kept squealing, "Oh, God, oh, God, that feels so good, don't stop, George, please don't stop."

I ate her pussy harder, faster and used my tongue on her more than I ever had in all thirty-two years of marriage. I looked at her squirming with delight. I stopped and said, "Do you want more?"

She looked at me and said, "Oh, God, yes."

"Then you'll have to suck my cock. Are you willing to do it?" I asked.

"But, George, I'm not good at it. I don't think I can please you," she replied.

"It will please me just to put my cock in your mouth and watch you suck it." I grinned.

With that said, I moved up on the bed and laid my cock onto her waiting lips. She opened her mouth and let the head in. I had never seen her this hot; it was like forbidden sex even, though we had been married all these years. She had never sucked me like this.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled her over in a sixty-nine position and told her to get on top and give me that pussy to suck on. We stayed in that position for quite awhile as she sucked my cock like a popsicle. I felt her having many spasms or orgasms as her juices flowed from her pussy. I came with a blast and she took it all it her mouth. A lot came back out but she didn't pull my cock out.

We have never done a sixty-nine like that in our entire married life. Makes me wonder where she learnt how. I turned her back over and took my half limp cock and started rubbing it against her pussy lips. It only took seconds to start getting hard again. I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. She moaned and was breathing hard. I looked up at her and she was holding both of her tits and rubbing the nipples; they were rock hard. She had her eyes closed and her tongue sticking out licking her cum covered lips.

I was in as deep as I could get but her pussy was so wet I was hardly getting any friction. I pulled out and had her turn over, and started fucking her from behind. I looked at her anus and stuck one finger in and started fingering her ass. She gasped but didn't say anything. I put a second finger in her anus and kept pumping my cock against her till my balls hit her ass. I reached down and took gobs of pussy juice and rubbed it into her asshole. I pulled my cock soaked with pussy juice out of her pussy and slipped the head against her asshole and slowly pushed it in.

She gasped saying, "No, George, it hurts."