If you haven't read Part One--it's hot, it's kinky--go there now.
After Shawn had sex in London with one of Heidi's friends—who waited two days, then reported consensual sex as rape—the marriage finally disintegrated. Following the one-night stand, between her husband and best friend, Heidi made untrue accusations of abuse, filed a false police report claiming he was coming after her with a knife when he was actually home alone with their child and she home in her own apartment with a girlfriend.
A detective investigating that complaint took him aside and said, “I’ve seen this before. She is setting you up for divorce proceedings. Get a lawyer and protect yourself.”
She did file for divorce. He did seek counsel. As they fight for custody of Liam, he tells me his story, set against the backdrop of a “glamour” industry he compares to child sex trafficking. Like powerful men have always done to stay-at-home wives, she cut off his credit cards and moved the marital assets into accounts in her name only.
On the one hand, their life together is dramatically atypical, not like other young couples’ lives.
On the other hand, they are part of a trend. Thirty-three percent of wives earn more than their husbands. The power dynamic has shifted in American marriages. The Mounts illustrate just how much it has as, for example, she hides assets and he inadvertently learns just how much money his wife is making.
Shawn Mount’s story will stop readers short and make them question their beliefs and assumptions. As the playing field has leveled for women in the workforce—it has not changed much for men who take over childcare and domestic life. A stay-at-home wife is considered a caring mother whose contributions to the family should be valued in divorce.
Her male counterpart is chided for getting “a free ride” and derided if he requests custody and spousal support.
In his own words, Shawn Mount on sleeping with her best friend--
Heidi considered her part of our family.
But when we were alone, The Temptress described giving blow jobs to her Boyfriend; and she knew Heidi never gave me BJs, or if she did, they were bad.
"OMG i was like totally gagging on his cock, I wonder if there is a way to get it in my throat without puking? Hahaha. I’ve been trying to make sure i swallow instead of spit. Guys like that right?
"Heidi says you love anal, I want to get into it, can you teach me, uh, I mean tell me how to do it, like not literally teach me, i just want you to describe it in detail so i can go practice at home..."
I began to think the relationship was inappropriate; and I told Heidi that. She didn’t listen. In general, she no longer listened to me, especially about anything of a serious nature. I was valued as nothing more than a hot ethnic gut with tan skin, good for nothing but a hard cock and sperm donations.
All this build-up led to an encounter where The Temptress made a pass at me in Berlin and finally a sexual episode in London.
I was working; she was modeling. She begged me to do her hair and then go out with her—and finally back to her hotel and spend a platonic night with her.
She left the bathroom door open so I could see her in the shower. After, she put on a sheer top, no panties and laid down beside me. Resting my head on her ass, I rubbed her feet. Holy crap, I totally crossed the line.
She rolled over, underneath me. Legs spread, she pulled up her shirt.
“What do you want, Shawn?” she asked. “Do you want to have sex?”
She tilted her hips, spread her legs, totally into it. Lifting jer pelvis off bed, she fucked me back—hard…..
But as soon as it was over--
Was that woman physically attracted to me or not? Was she using me to get even with my wife? Or did she find my fatherhood traits so attractive, she wanted to have me?
I text-ed my therapist. I called my wife and said, “I want to come home.”
I should have had more foresight about Jessica. I should have asked: Why does she want this? What are her ulterior motives? When I get complacent in regards to critical and analytical thinking, I pay for it. I knew better than to let down my guard. Why did I? The Temptress portrayed herself as the woman I needed my wife to be. I was seduced.
Two days after our one-night stand, the British cops asked me to come down to the station to talk about something important. When I got there, I learned that the inquiring cops were with Sapphire unit, a sex crimes division. She claimed I raped her at the hotel. I was nauseous and reeling from shock. In a 90 minute interview, I told them about the night of consensual sex.
I wasn’t charged. They said I was free to travel, to return to the States.
The Temptress’ boyfriend didn’t believe her rape story and dumped her. Then he called Heidi; and that’s how my wife found out I’d cheated on her. The British papers were reporting the allegation (but not the accuser’s name) and my arrest anyway.
“Did you fuck her?” she demanded.
Crying hysterically, she scooped up Liam, flew to Utah and then to Europe. After she left, I was afraid to be with a woman alone.
Perez Hilton craftily identified The Temptress on his website, but not officially. He wrote, “Many believe it is X…”
How could he possibly know the woman’s identity when he was thousands of miles away from the situation? Coco Perez is nothing more than silly entertainment and tabloid—which I secretly read every time I open my computer.
Heidi’s lawyer issued a statement on her behalf: “We are still together; nothing about this false accusations has changed our relationship.”
True. My wife and I had been contemplating divorce for two years. Nothing had changed.
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