Different Gyms do Train the Body...

"Burt, I..."

"Just shut up, Mel. We can talk when I get back. Just wait here for me."

I threw the bag with the shotgun and pistol into my car and drove them back to my parents' house. My dad met me there. He looked at me with a question in his eye.

"Yeah, it went like we planned. She was there with him, humping away like a couple of fucking rabbits. Just dump the guns, dad. I don't think either is gonna squeal, but it would be best if the guns disappeared."

He nodded, and I returned home. There were no police, and that was a good sign). My wife was in the bedroom cleaning the piss from the carpet. I gazed at her. At 36, she was still a beautiful woman. I sighed, and she turned, a look of profound sadness on her face. I felt...drained. Much of my hate and rage had been dissipated by my earlier encounter: putting a couple of shells worth of salt into a pair of cheating assholes will do that for you.

"Burt? I'm sorry. I really am. I won't lie to you, this wasn't our only time, but it was going to be our last time..."

"Just stop, Mel!" I said wearily.

"Please, Burt. Just let me tell you, I've never done anything like this before. I didn't plan it; well, I didn't go looking for it, at least. I don't love him! I just...he was so special to me, and...we got so close and, ...look there's no excuse, but..."

"No, there's no excuse, Mel. But there are consequences."

"Please Burt. I know I did wrong. But, I wasn't thinking straight. He had such a crush on me, it felt good to my ego; I thought I was giving him a gift; he was a virgin, and I, well, I..."

"You decided to be his teacher in the bedroom, too. I get it, Mel. You wanted a little change , and this kid was your opportunity."

"No, Burt! It wasn't like that. It wasn't that I wanted something you weren't giving me. He wasn't anywhere near as good in bed as you. He's just a kid, for God's sake!"

"Yes, he is. About that, how stupid are you Mel? You don't think a kid is gonna talk to his friends about nailing his hot math teacher? And you are hot, Mel. You don't think this sort of thing is going to get around? Even if it never gets past the rumor stage, you don't think word of this is going to slip out? Didn't you think how this sort of thing could hurt you, your career, your marriage, ...our kids for Christ's sake?"

"Rob wouldn't tell anyone..."

"Bullshit, Mel! The little bastard would have let it slip out. Maybe not today, maybe not this summer. But at some point, when he was back in town over Thanksgiving break maybe, he would be hanging out with his friends, having had a few too many beers, and he would have said something. Just let a few details slip. And that's all it takes, Mel. Well, that, and you whoring around on me in the first place."

"Please Burt, I know you're angry. You have every right to be! I don't blame you, but please. You have to see that I love you very much. This was just a situation that got out of hand. It was an ego trip disguised as good intentions. I promise you, I have never done it before, and I would never do it again!"

"Well, I'm certainly glad you weren't planning on making your pussy an annual award for your best math student. Look Mel, you haven't asked me yet, but I know what's been going on. I'm moving into the guest room for a while. I haven't figured out what I'm going to do, yet. But, I want you to just give me some space and leave me alone till I figure it out. Got it?"

"Yes, Burt, I understand."

The kids came home a couple of days later. Melinda and I tried to act normally around them. The kids were excited to tell us about their time at camp, then became so busy with their friends and other activities that I don't think they noticed anything unusual between Mel and I. I could see that Mel was putting on a brave front, though she was a nervous wreck. To her credit, she left me alone for several days. I took mercy on her.

"Mel, could we talk?" I asked her one night, after the kids had gone to bed.

"Yes, of course Burt." Her eyes held a look of apprehension.

"I've decided that we need to divorce."

"Oh...nooooo!" She wailed, but quietly, so as not to disturb the children. I was impressed by her self-control.

"Yes, Mel. I was going to have you served with divorce papers tomorrow. Well, I still am, but I didn't want it to come as a complete shock. I wouldn't say I owe you this, after what you did, but I wanted to tell you face to face."

Melinda understood, but she asked the mandatory question in such situations, " Please Burt! Isn't there any hope for reconciliation? I love you! I screwed up. I don't understand it myself, exactly. Rob was never a threat to us. Oh, God! Please Burt! PLEASE!"

She pleaded with tears streaming down her face.

"No Mel, there is not. This was not a one-time drunken fuck. That I could forgive. No, what you did was to premeditatively decide to become the sex teacher to a virgin young bastard for weeks. I don't know why exactly, and I don't care. You did it intentionally. The woman I married would not have done that, would not have risked our marriage and our family to satisfy some curiosity, or to take pity or to satisfy her ego, or whatever. No, you changed, Mel, and now I've changed. You broke your vows, and now I am free of this marriage. And, I don't believe in open marriages, Mel. It might work for some, but it would never work for me. To get the freedom from this marriage that I need, I have to divorce you. My mind is made up."

And then the sobbing came. She was disconsolate, wracked with sobs, choking on her own pain. I felt some compassion for her, but I had given this thought. I was unmoved in my resolve, but I was, almost despite myself, moved by her pain.

Finally, she recovered some of her composure. To her credit, she didn't belabor the pleading. I wasn't sure if she had accepted my decision...I wasn't sure how she would respond once the wheels were in motion, but at least she was rational again.

"I understand, Burt. You are going to divorce me, and our marriage is over. What's going to happen?"

"You'll be served tomorrow with the papers. As angry as I am, as angry as I was, I don't hate you so much anymore, and I don't want to destroy you totally. We still have our children; we will have their interests to bind us together in their future."

"Yes, we will still have them, won't we Burt?" She managed a small, sad smile, and risked a hopeful gaze into my eyes. I'm not sure what she was looking for, but she didn't find it; the smile disappeared and she looked down at her hands again.

"You should look for a lawyer, Mel, and have him review my divorce petition. But I recommend you accept the divorce conditions, they're fair, and I don't want to fight about them. I've suggested 50/50 legal custody of our children with you as primary physical custodian here at this house, with me getting unlimited visitation and physical custody every other weekend, and for me to get them for a month in the summer. You work less than I do, and you've always been a good mother to them, so it's only right that they stay here with you. I've provided for you to get the standard child support, based on our incomes. But, there will be no alimony. You get half our liquid assets, and I get half. I keep my retirement accounts and you keep yours and your pension. And, once the kids are grown, we will sell the house, and split the proceeds 50/50, but I get back the down payment, plus interest,."

"I understood. I will accept those divorce conditions. Will you tell our children why we have divorced?"

"I won't tell them until Emily graduates from high school, if ever. And, I won't show them the video of you and Robbie; I promise you that much."

"Y-you have a video?"

"Yep. And voice recordings, too. I have all the evidence I need to burn you down to the ground."

A look of fear crossed her face, then.

"Don't worry, Mel. I was prepared to use them if I needed to, as leverage. But, you've been cooperative. Stay cooperative, and I promise they will never see the light of day."

"Tomorrow, we can tell the kids that we're getting a divorce. I'll be moving in with my parents the next day."

She made one last attempt, "Burt,...it will be difficult to live without you. You have been my only love...please..."

Her voice was weak and soft, like a child's whisper.

I steeled myself, " I am sorry Mel. After I move out...if you need something, something with the house or with the kids...well, you have my number. But as for anything else? My mind is made up. That's the way it is."

Melinda began crying again.

I was difficult telling the kids that we were going to divorce. We didn't say anything about Melinda's romps with Rob, and the kids were mystified. They cried, and we promised them that it wasn't their fault, but that there was no chance of us getting back together. I moved out the next day, and into the next chapter of my life.

Chapter 4. Life after divorce.

My parents were saddened by our divorce, but they were glad when their grandchild spent the weekends with us every second time. Time by time everybody became used to it. I didn't date much. I worked a lot, saw my kids as much as I could, and really didn't dedicate much time to women.

After a year or so, I began to get very lonely. I tried internet dating and such, but none of the women I met appealed to me. It seemed every woman I had any interest in was either hard and jaded by men, or was a woman of loose morals. The latter category made for a few fun dates, but I was interested in something serious and long-term.

On a lark, I investigated international dating websites. I had always had an interest in Buddhism, and found myself on a website dedicated to dating Laotian women. That's where I met her. Her name was Laya Bounxouei. She was beautiful, she was young (only twentythree), and she was smart. She was a university graduate who had a good education from a Laotian high school. Her father was a surgeon, her mother a nurse. She was interested in finding an American man. I started chatting with her, and we got along great. She was fluent in English. Did I mention she was beautiful? She was tall for a Laotian gal, 5'3, with long black hair, dark eyes and light, honey-brown skin. Petite, but she had nice breasts, almost too big for her small frame (but not quite!). I was drawn to her.

I told her I was recently divorced, and had two teenage kids. At first I thought this news would be difficult to her, but she only wanted to know the circumstances of my divorce. I told her the truth, and she told me that she would never cheat on me.

After a few months of correspondence and video-chat, we planned for me to go to Laos to meet her. I used my secret money fund for the trip (it had come in handy, after all!). I travelled to Vientiane (where Laya worked) via Bangkok and Laya and her parents met me at the airport and escorted me to my hotel. Laya was living with her parents.

Laya looked better in life than on video, and she smiled with her whole being when we first saw each other in person. I fell in love with her at first sight. We had lunch or dinner with her family several times during my three-week stay. We went sightseeing with her parents. I went out with Laya alone, too, but the family was obviously a very important part of her life. Once I was with Laya and her friend in a restaurant. She was a teacher like Laya and she told me, when Laya went to the toilet, that Laya had a fiance who died in a job accident one week before their wedding. She said that Laya was depressed for months after that, and finally emerged from that state. Some months later, Laya was still not dating, so her friend suggested that she try a dating website. She had been on it for several months, with no real interest in anyone, until she met me. She observed that I was like medicine to her; that she had really come alive again when we started corresponding. She admonished me not to break Laya's heart.

I knew that Laya had been engaged before, and that her fiance had died, but I didn't know about her depression and the rest of the story. I was touched. Before I departed, I knew what I had to do. Very simply, I asked her if she wanted to be my wife, and she told me "yes." I gave her an engagement ring. She knew the Western custom, and she was glad for the ring. We kissed and hugged and professed our love to each other. I departed, and we made our plans for the wedding across the ocean. Six months later, my children and I travelled to Vientiane. The wedding was a big event with Buddhist monks present and it took place over several days. After the wedding I came home with my new bride. I learned later that my kids told Melinda that I had married a girl from Laos. Emily and Ron told me she cried a lot and she was very sad for weeks.

Lovemaking with Laya was amazing. To my surprise, she was a virgin,. But she was a quick learner, very much in touch with her body, and very responsive. She was an acrobatic little lover, too, with energy to burn. We simply couldn't get enough of each other. And, it wasn't just in the bedroom. We made love even when there was no sex. We were always touching when we were together, always kissing, holding hands, always with our arms around each other. We gave ourselves to each other completely. We both knew what it was to have loved and lost, and we didn't waste any time or energy on anything but expressing our love to each other. The months rolled on.

By the time of my company's Christmas party, my bride was 5 months pregnant, and she was still a stunningly beautiful woman. She was dressed in a holiday dress that showed off her legs and her increasingly swollen bust, but (mostly) hid her rapidly swelling belly. Ann and her husband Jim congratulated us at the company party.

Our first daughter's name was Nancy, named after my mother. One year later, we had another beautiful daughter, whom we named Lisa. Laya communicated with her family and her friend on Skype. My grandmother died , and she left me some money. After discussing it with Laya, we decided to move into my old home so as to have room for our growing family. Melinda accepted my buy-out offer (Emily was almost done with high school by then, and wanted to live with us until her graduation). Melinda was frankly relieved, as she and Emily had not gotten on very well since the divorce. Melinda had confessed to her a couple years before that the reason for the divorce was that she had cheated on me. Emily called her a whore and didn't speak to her for months. Eventually, normalcy returned, but Emily was forever rather cool towards Melinda after that. For his part, when Ron found out the circumstances of our divorce, he was angry at her, but acknowledged that she was his mother, and forgave her more quickly.

In any event, I bought out Melinda and she bought a nice condo for herself. Ron and I assisted Melinda in moving to the condo, and she thanked me. Emily went to the grandparents instead of assisting her mother. I no longer had any hate in my heart for Melinda, I was simply neutral towards her. My heart was filled with love for Laya and my four children. I would have liked Emily to have fully forgiven her mother, but it wasn't my place to put pressure on her. I did tell her that her mother loved her, and had been a good mother to her, and that both of them would be happier if she could someday forgive her.

My love for Laya grew, as did her's for me. Emily moved out, on to college, and my little ones grew. When Lisa was nearly two years old, Laya informed me that she was going to wean her and stop breastfeeding. This was a disappointment to me, as not only did I love her engorged breasts, but we had taken to include nursing into our sex play. There is truly nothing as erotic and bonding as a wife nursing her husband. We found out about it quite unexpectedly. I had been sucking on her nipples during foreplay, and I got a mouth full of milk. She laughed and said, "I guess Lisa didn't empty me out today." I told her she tasted delicious, and Laya said, "then go ahead and let me feed you, my love." It just became part of our intimacy after that. When I expressed my disappointment with her intention to wean Lisa, she laughed and said, "I told you I was going to wean Lisa, but I will never wean you, my love."

What can I say? I told you I've always preferred milk.

Chapter 5. Wedding encounters

The years went on. My eldest children graduated from college, and got jobs locally. My little ones grew fast.

I didn't keep up too much with Melinda, but I know she dated some, but never got too serious. At one point, she seemed to be getting serious with a guy, and he moved into her condo. It turned out that this man was an abuser. He kicked my ex-wife down the stairs, breaking her leg and arm. The man was arrested, and Melinda was hospitalized. Ron visited his mother and he telephoned me. He told me Melinda cried all day, because her daughter did not visit her. I told Laya what Ron had told me. Laya was angry. She visited Emily and told her that she had to go to see her Mother. Confronted with her behavior and her duty to her mother, Emily broke down and cried. Laya held her and soothed her, and told her that it was time to make peace with Melinda.

I took Emily to the hospital. We arrived at her ward. When she saw us she began to cry from pleasure. She thanked me for bringing our daughter. Emily and Melinda wept and forgave each other. I left the room. Later, I returned and Emily went to the bathroom. Melinda asked if I could forgive her. I told her I could and I did. She cried a lot again, but those tears were tears of relief and happiness. I told her that I hoped for her future happiness, and that I had found mine with Laya and my children.

My daughter returned to the room and promised she would visit her again soon. About a year later, my daughter was getting married. The wedding was a huge event. Our two young daughters were very excited, because they were the flower girls. I walked Emily down the aisle to her fiance. Ron walked his mother and Laya to their seats. Melinda and I were polite with one another, but I tried to avoid her, without being obvious about it. I had forgiven her, but I just could never totally forget her betrayal. She talked much with Laya, however. Laya told me later Melinda was very friendly with her. At one point, late in the evening, as the party was winding down, long after my youngest daughters had been taken away by the babysitters, Melinda approached me, as I sat at a table with Laya and my old neighbor, Susan.

Disregarding propriety, she told me in a sad voice, "Burt, I can see how much you and Laya love each other. It makes me sad for what we will never have again, all because of a stupid mistake on my part. You look so good, so young, so alive and vibrant, and I'm just an aging lonely woman now."

Taken aback, I had an inspiration.

"Melinda, I guess I'm living proof that, after you've been cheated on, that ' different gyms do train the body better!'"

Susan reddened, Melinda just looked at me confused, and Laya, to whom I had told the story of Susan's attempted seduction of me so many years before, jumped up into my lap, hugging me tight and kissing me.

"That is true, my love, but don't look for any other gyms than mine for the rest of your life!" Laya said.

And I didn't.

The end

The true life story in nutshell:

A young couple without kids. They planned kids in the future. Both worked for similar salary. The wife cheated and the husband used the gun with salt cartridge. Then the cheater wife and her lover jumped out through the window to the street NUDE!

The cheater wife came to the husband after some days that she loves him alone and it was only sex (FROM THE CHEATER HANDBOOK).

The husband was not SAINT HUSBAND and he said he wanted divorce.