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We dated the last year and a half of high school, and were sexually active nearly the entire time. When we graduated, she was pregnant. Although we had both made plans for college, we got married instead. Sharon miscarried that baby, but we chose to stay together. At the time of her death, we had been married over 45 years.
In that time, I was aware that she had been unfaithful to me with two men. The first time, a few months after the birth of our first daughter, a former boyfriend came to the house one evening while I was at work. She told me about his visit that night when I got home. He had come to talk with her, she said. About what, I asked. About when they had dated; about the sex they had shared."He wanted to have sex again, so we did", she told me.
I was amazed that she was so matter of fact about telling me. I told her that she was my wife, and I did not want her to do something like that. She said that it would not happen again. He had disappointed her by rushing to climax and leaving her unsatisfied. She would not give him another chance. She didn't say anything about not giving anyone else a chance. I foolishly didn't notice that; it would take several years to find out how foolish I had been.
It was about five years; not exactly happy years, because we argued a lot - mainly over her lazy attitude when it came to housekeeping. We had added another daughter to our family, and Sharon complained that caring for the two c***dren kept her too busy to clean the house or wash dishes. She also complained that she was tired of no one to talk with except the c***dren. She wanted to go out, to have a drink and to dance. I, on the other hand, volunteered to work nearly all available overtime so that I could pay the bills. I didn't see the trouble coming.
I had bought a used tent trailer from her parents that could sleep four adults. It was not anything special, but we would use it maybe once a month for weekend camping, which we all enjoyed. My parents had a boat and a small cottage at the lake, and we were invited to spend Memorial Day weekend with them. My sister and her husband were also going to be there. We decided that our k**s would sleep with their grandparents, and my sister and her husband would sleep with us in the camper. We had two bunks, one above the other. Sharon and I took the lower bunk, they took the upper. Lights were out, and we started to go to sleep.
I was under the upper bunk because Sharon didn't like the closeness. I didn't think anything about the fact that my brother-in-law was on the outside of his bunk, directly above my wife. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Sharon rather roughly pushed my face away from her. She sometimes would do that, perhaps if I was breathing on her or something, so I didn't think anything about that, either. Then, I heard her sit up. I thought maybe she needed to use the bathroom, or wanted another blanket. Then I heard them whispering. I heard him shift his weight in the bunk over my head. I turned my head back toward her, and saw that she was sitting up in her bunk. Gene, our brother-in-law, had his hand on her breast and they were kissing deeply. Her arm was raised above the edge of the bunk, just about where his pelvis would be.
I reached out and grabbed her other arm, which was supporting her. I asked what they thought they were doing. It caused both of them to jump in surprise, and Gene jumped out of the bunk and went out the door without looking back. Sharon twisted out of my grasp and followed him out the door. I was still under that top bunk, so it took me an extra moment to get outside after them. There was no sign of either one; no sounds, either. I had no idea where they could be, so I went back into the camper to wait for them to return. My sister was still asleep, so I got back into my bunk, intending on staying alert for any sounds I might hear. I fell asleep.
I woke up at first light. Coming outside again, I found my wife sitting on the front step of the cottage. She was alone.
Gene walked up the road from the boot docks soon after. I tried to confront them but both said they didn't want to have my parents overhear us talking. Later that day, as we drove home, Sharon didn't want to talk because the k**s were in the backseat, and would be able to hear us. By the time we got home, I needed to sleep a couple hours prior to going to work. There was always something that kept us from talking about what had happened that night, but she insisted that I had been mistaken about what I had thought I had seen. She told me that there was nothing going on between Gene and her. I knew what I had seen. I warned her to stay away from him. I thought she had. I found out that she had not.
Sharon had called Gene soon after we had talked. She asked him to come to her after I left for work. She told him to park down the street where he could see me leave, and then he could park behind the house and she would let him in the back door. He did so that night, and every night that I was scheduled to work. Every such night for a month. They would have sex at least once per night, sometimes they would have sex nearly the entire night. Sometimes Sharon arranged for the k**s to stay with her mother while they went to a bar, drinking and dancing, and having sex on the way back to our house. I never checked on the k**s when I got home, so I wasn't tipped off by their empty beds. I didn't want to take the chance that they would wake up and want to play before I got the chance to get some sleep. Once, I found a pack of cigarettes on the floor next to the bed. She said they were hers; that she had started smoking to help settle her nerves. I didn't notice that they were the brand that Gene smoked.
Finally, everything blew up. I came home from work with making love to her on my mind. I cleaned up and got into bed. I slid over to her, but she didn't move, saying she wasn't in the mood. I told her that I was in the mood if she was or not. She told me that I should hurry up because she had things to do that morning. Funny that she had not shown any reason to get up before that. I placed my hand on her breast but she yelped at my touch! I asked what was wrong and she brassily told me that Gene had been with her last night and had been pretty rough with her breasts while making love to her. She said she had already decided to break off their affair; that she would call him and tell him to stay away from her, that she didn't want to ruin our marriage. She said that she had only been with him because he had excited her sexually, but she realized that it wasn't worth losing her family over.
Well, I gave Sharon an "or else" finally. Become faithful or get out. She promised she would, and I believed her again. Months later we joined the Mormon Church, where she had to confess and be baptized. For the remainder of her life, for 38 years, I never had a reason to doubt her. Then following her death in 2010, when we held a service for her where over a hundred people were on hand, someone was heard to say while leaving "Boy, that didn't sound like the Sharon Stephenson that I knew." Turns out that she didn't change after all. She only became better deceptive. Better able to hide her dalliances, putting on a false front that we her family fell for while in reality she played sexual games with some of the people she worked with, knowing that they would help her to hide her activities from so many people who thought she was an honorable woman.
I have spent the last 7 years looking for evidence of what she was up to. I have spoken to a few people that I learned had been with her. I have found pictures and videos of her engaged in sexual activities that I never dreamed she would be aware of. There is no doubt on my mind that it is her in at least some of what I have looked at. She is now where I can't question her; at least not while I am still alive. Believe me, we have a lot to talk about some day. A lot!
In that time, I was aware that she had been unfaithful to me with two men. The first time, a few months after the birth of our first daughter, a former boyfriend came to the house one evening while I was at work. She told me about his visit that night when I got home. He had come to talk with her, she said. About what, I asked. About when they had dated; about the sex they had shared."He wanted to have sex again, so we did", she told me.
I was amazed that she was so matter of fact about telling me. I told her that she was my wife, and I did not want her to do something like that. She said that it would not happen again. He had disappointed her by rushing to climax and leaving her unsatisfied. She would not give him another chance. She didn't say anything about not giving anyone else a chance. I foolishly didn't notice that; it would take several years to find out how foolish I had been.
It was about five years; not exactly happy years, because we argued a lot - mainly over her lazy attitude when it came to housekeeping. We had added another daughter to our family, and Sharon complained that caring for the two c***dren kept her too busy to clean the house or wash dishes. She also complained that she was tired of no one to talk with except the c***dren. She wanted to go out, to have a drink and to dance. I, on the other hand, volunteered to work nearly all available overtime so that I could pay the bills. I didn't see the trouble coming.
I had bought a used tent trailer from her parents that could sleep four adults. It was not anything special, but we would use it maybe once a month for weekend camping, which we all enjoyed. My parents had a boat and a small cottage at the lake, and we were invited to spend Memorial Day weekend with them. My sister and her husband were also going to be there. We decided that our k**s would sleep with their grandparents, and my sister and her husband would sleep with us in the camper. We had two bunks, one above the other. Sharon and I took the lower bunk, they took the upper. Lights were out, and we started to go to sleep.
I was under the upper bunk because Sharon didn't like the closeness. I didn't think anything about the fact that my brother-in-law was on the outside of his bunk, directly above my wife. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Sharon rather roughly pushed my face away from her. She sometimes would do that, perhaps if I was breathing on her or something, so I didn't think anything about that, either. Then, I heard her sit up. I thought maybe she needed to use the bathroom, or wanted another blanket. Then I heard them whispering. I heard him shift his weight in the bunk over my head. I turned my head back toward her, and saw that she was sitting up in her bunk. Gene, our brother-in-law, had his hand on her breast and they were kissing deeply. Her arm was raised above the edge of the bunk, just about where his pelvis would be.
I reached out and grabbed her other arm, which was supporting her. I asked what they thought they were doing. It caused both of them to jump in surprise, and Gene jumped out of the bunk and went out the door without looking back. Sharon twisted out of my grasp and followed him out the door. I was still under that top bunk, so it took me an extra moment to get outside after them. There was no sign of either one; no sounds, either. I had no idea where they could be, so I went back into the camper to wait for them to return. My sister was still asleep, so I got back into my bunk, intending on staying alert for any sounds I might hear. I fell asleep.
I woke up at first light. Coming outside again, I found my wife sitting on the front step of the cottage. She was alone.
Gene walked up the road from the boot docks soon after. I tried to confront them but both said they didn't want to have my parents overhear us talking. Later that day, as we drove home, Sharon didn't want to talk because the k**s were in the backseat, and would be able to hear us. By the time we got home, I needed to sleep a couple hours prior to going to work. There was always something that kept us from talking about what had happened that night, but she insisted that I had been mistaken about what I had thought I had seen. She told me that there was nothing going on between Gene and her. I knew what I had seen. I warned her to stay away from him. I thought she had. I found out that she had not.
Sharon had called Gene soon after we had talked. She asked him to come to her after I left for work. She told him to park down the street where he could see me leave, and then he could park behind the house and she would let him in the back door. He did so that night, and every night that I was scheduled to work. Every such night for a month. They would have sex at least once per night, sometimes they would have sex nearly the entire night. Sometimes Sharon arranged for the k**s to stay with her mother while they went to a bar, drinking and dancing, and having sex on the way back to our house. I never checked on the k**s when I got home, so I wasn't tipped off by their empty beds. I didn't want to take the chance that they would wake up and want to play before I got the chance to get some sleep. Once, I found a pack of cigarettes on the floor next to the bed. She said they were hers; that she had started smoking to help settle her nerves. I didn't notice that they were the brand that Gene smoked.
Finally, everything blew up. I came home from work with making love to her on my mind. I cleaned up and got into bed. I slid over to her, but she didn't move, saying she wasn't in the mood. I told her that I was in the mood if she was or not. She told me that I should hurry up because she had things to do that morning. Funny that she had not shown any reason to get up before that. I placed my hand on her breast but she yelped at my touch! I asked what was wrong and she brassily told me that Gene had been with her last night and had been pretty rough with her breasts while making love to her. She said she had already decided to break off their affair; that she would call him and tell him to stay away from her, that she didn't want to ruin our marriage. She said that she had only been with him because he had excited her sexually, but she realized that it wasn't worth losing her family over.
Well, I gave Sharon an "or else" finally. Become faithful or get out. She promised she would, and I believed her again. Months later we joined the Mormon Church, where she had to confess and be baptized. For the remainder of her life, for 38 years, I never had a reason to doubt her. Then following her death in 2010, when we held a service for her where over a hundred people were on hand, someone was heard to say while leaving "Boy, that didn't sound like the Sharon Stephenson that I knew." Turns out that she didn't change after all. She only became better deceptive. Better able to hide her dalliances, putting on a false front that we her family fell for while in reality she played sexual games with some of the people she worked with, knowing that they would help her to hide her activities from so many people who thought she was an honorable woman.
I have spent the last 7 years looking for evidence of what she was up to. I have spoken to a few people that I learned had been with her. I have found pictures and videos of her engaged in sexual activities that I never dreamed she would be aware of. There is no doubt on my mind that it is her in at least some of what I have looked at. She is now where I can't question her; at least not while I am still alive. Believe me, we have a lot to talk about some day. A lot!
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