0 comments/ 20150 views/ 2 favorites You're Not Going Anywhere By: DominateMoi I can tell you're pissed the minute you walk through the door. I try to tease you out of this mood but it only leads to argument about how I never take anything serious. As we are screaming at each other, I tell you I'm leaving. You grab my wrists before I can make it out the door and pin them above my head. You keep my wrists held in place with one hand while the other mauls my tits, rolling and pinching my nipples through my blouse until I can't stand it anymore and have to resist. I kick out at you. You look at me with a wild look in your eyes. "Big mistake," you say. You grab me and fling me over your shoulders, heading towards the bedroom. You throw me on the bed then take your tie off and use it to tie my wrists to the bedpost. I start aruging with you so you reach down and rip my underwear off my body and stuff them into my mouth. I glare at you as you approach. You take your time undoing the buttons of my blouse, relishing in the power you have over me. You let the shirt fall of me and then make your way to the bra. Seeing that you're going to have trouble truly manhandling my amazing breasts, you flip out your pocket knife and decide to cut my bra off my body. Now that you have finally exposed my tits, you start mauling them like you were doing before. I continue to try resisting you, though it starts to feel amazing. A wicked grin crosses your face and you leave. As I begin to wonder if you are just going to leave me here like this, you come back with your hands behind your back, still with that grin on your face. You go right back to rolling and pinching my nipples, pulling them far from my body til I cry out from behind my gag. Then you bring out surprise - clothespins. You make quick work of my nipples as I scream behind my gag. They are trapped in your vice. You allow my tits to get used to the throbbing pain of the clamps by kissing your way down my stomach to my skirt. You unzip it and slowly pull it down my body. I am completely naked now except for the heels I wore to work that day. You take off your shirt and unzip your pants, letting them fall from the floor. I can see how hard you are and you expose yourself to me. As you slowly mount the bed, I suddenly remember that I was mad at you before and give you a glare and shut my legs. You smirk and force your hand between my legs, plunging two fingers deep inside of me. I scream behind the gag as your fingers work inside of me. Your thumb finds my clit and I begin breathing heavy as you drive me crazy with your minstrations. As I'm about to climax, you quickly remove your hand and I sigh, panting through my gag. You move to straddle me and pause before my entrance before you shove it all inside of me. I gasp and you continue pounding me, flipping the clothespins off my tits with how hard you are working me, which only causes me to scream again with pleasure. You keep pounding harder and harder and I feel your balls constrict right as I too feel my climax returning. We get off at the same time, riding wave after wave of an amazing orgasm. You roll off me, breathing hard. I lay there, almost numb from pleasure, as I feel you suddenly get off the bed. You reach in the night stand and pull out a large vibrator you knew that I kept there! You turn the vibrator on it's highest setting and stuff it inside of me. I start screaming at you from behind the gag, unable to handle the vibrator after that amazing show. You find another pair of my panties and put them on me, just to make sure the vibrator doesn't go anywhere, giving me that infuriating grin again. As you get up to leave, I can tell you will be leaving me like this for some time. You flick the lights of and leave me by myself. Next time I will pick a fight that I know that I will win.. You're Not Going Anywhere! Many thanks to Barneyr for editing this story. Without his help and suggestions I'm sure I would have been pilloried for another grammatically mismanaged attempt. This is my fifth entry into the Loving Wives category. I hope you enjoy it. Don't for get your comments and suggestions are critically important if I'm to improve. I hope you enjoy it. * Ben, that's Benjamin Hawthorne, is a mid-thirties technician for a private company that manufactures precision instruments used by the Federal government for various types of military equipment. He used to be at the center of research and design at the company for which he works and is a partner, but his role had changed over the years; he'd become more a liaison person between his company's management and the government agencies that require their products. To be sure he'd come to realize the technology he was once so much the center of had slowly passed him by; and he'd been increasingly relegated to the periphery of the company he once was so crucial to. He knew it was just a question of time before he'd be moved to some corner office where he'll be handed a stapler and told to just keep out of the way. He does and doesn't mind the direction he drifted. First, money would never be a problem. He accumulated enough of that to live quite comfortably well into the foreseeable future even though he was strapped with two mortgages, alimony and child support. Second, he could care less about the techno-shit he used to love so much. He'd just lost interest. Third and this was the tough piece, he did view his personal circumstances with increasing anxiety. It's that third area, his personal life; that had become so murky. He'd thought and drunk long and hard about his life lately. Sitting at the bar tonight, stowing away yet another Jim Beam over ice; he'd come to the realization it was time to make some decisions. Looking at his friend Oscar, another company dinosaur, Ben had been lamenting the changes he'd seen in his second marriage, "I tell you Oscar, though I know we've only been married a year, I'm convinced she's cheating on me." Oscar swirled the ice around in his glass of Jack Daniels, "What makes you think that?" Ben emptied his glass. He motioned to the bartender for another Jim Beam, "You want a list?" Oscar was himself recently divorced, but for the opposite reason; his loyal and devoted wife had caught him in bed with a big blonde. His wife had responded harshly but he had to admit fairly; she'd hired a lawyer and cleaned him out. Hell, he knew he'd deserved it; he'd been doing it to her for years, she'd been a good wife and wonderful mother, he was just too stupid to appreciate what he'd once had. He smiled at Ben, "You start; I'll tell you when I get bored." Ben started, "Well first I'll admit I ruined my marriage with Olivia...," she had been his first wife and was the mother of his children. Oscar interrupted, "That's a good start no matter what else you say next. Everybody in the company agrees you fucked up a wonderful thing. Olivia was a good wife to you." Ben accepted the drink from the bartender, "Yeah, yeah, but that's gone. Let me tell you about Abby." Oscar took another sip of his Jack Daniels and sat quietly. Ben began, "Shit she sells real estate. She's out of the house more than I am; what with sales meetings, showings, open houses, I hardly ever see her. Then she's got her supervisors; two of them are men, big guys, with money, cars, and too much time on their hands." Oscar interjected, "So you knew all this going in." Ben spat, "Yes I did, and that's part of what bothers me. That's how the two of us got started. Olivia and I agreed we needed a bigger house so I started browsing the web. I saw some good buys, and Abby was the agent. Next thing I knew she and I were in the sack together. She sold me the house, Olivia's sister, the bitch, sniffed out the affair and the next thing I knew Olivia and the kids were gone and I was married to Abby." Oscar grinned, "This is not new shit. You knew Abby was promiscuous before you married her. So now you're upset she's doing to you what she'd been good at all along?" Ben steepled his fingers, "We agreed we'd be exclusive once we got married. Hell Oscar I've been faithful, but now with Abby I don't know." "What's the reason for your suspicions Ben?" "It's something she said the other day." Oscar asked, "What was that?" "Well I'd had a pretty good day. I'd made some progress with one of those young hot shot Federal quality control assholes. I came home feeling pretty frisky. Abby and I hadn't done anything in a couple weeks, and I was feeling kind of, you know, well, really horny. Well Abby was all dressed like she was going out, and she hadn't told me anything about her plans that night. I got a little pissed so I asked her, I said, 'Hey want to get fucked tonight?' You know what she said?" Oscar sipped some more Jack, "No what?" Ben replied, "She looked at me and said, 'Yeah, but not by you.'" Oscar sat up, "Shit!" "That's what I thought, shit!" "You've got to face Ben it, if she's not doling it out already, it's just a matter of time." Ben slumped, "I know. But what the fuck should I do?" Oscar chuckled, "What did Olivia do?" Ben grimaced, "You know what she did. She took some of my money, hired an agency, and had me tracked. Shit she walked right in on me with Abby sitting on my lap with my dick in her ass. She even had a photographer. The guy took some pictures. Olivia was crying but still managed a 'see you in court', and that was that." Oscar responded, "There's your answer." "What's that," asked Ben? "Go see Olivia. Find out who she hired, and use them to get at Abby." Ben looked at Oscar like he'd just eaten a pound of ground glass, "Why the fuck would I go to Olivia to get the guy she got?" Oscar laughed out loud, "You are a stupid fuck. Everyone at work knows if you don't, you only married Abby to punish Olivia. Sure Olivia divorced you, but if you had crawled back and begged her for mercy after she finished you off she'd have remarried you." "You think I still care about my first wife." Oscar retorted, "Absolutely. You're still not over her. Nowhere near, and you never will be. Everybody at work sees it. Who's Abby? She's a fuck buddy. You were just stupid and married her. Tell me, has Olivia moved on?" Ben just stared at Oscar for a moment; then replied, "Well she still sees that guy who's her boss. You know old suave and debonair Brandon Weller." Oscar caught the bartender's eye and indicated another Jack. He turned back to his friend, "Is she seeing anybody else. I mean is she dating?" Ben stammered, "Well, I...Hey, how would I know?" Oscar smirked, "Oh bullshit. You've been spying on her ever since she dropped you. Everybody knows you drive by her house two maybe three times a week." "Well I get to see the kids, and I want to make sure the bitch is keeping up with the yard work and such." Oscar accepted his drink from the bartender, "I know your visitation schedule. Christ you've bitched about it enough; one night a week and every other weekend, damn it Ben, you're over there three four times a week. Shit Ben you told me! Besides you've told me you've driven by at night after dark just to keep an eye on things. Jesus, it's an hour and a half drive to Olivia's! Don't bullshit me Ben. You're scared she might see someone else." "So what do you think I should do?" "Don't be a fuck up all your life," Oscar continued, "Unload Abby as fast as you can, and get your real wife back. God damn it Ben look at me. I'm sitting here with you, listening to you whine and cry. Why am I doing this?" Ben replied, "I'm your friend." Oscar vented, "Fuck that! Friend? Yeah, but mainly I'm here because if I wasn't here I'd be home alone in my shitty little apartment drinking Jack Daniels all by myself and crying. Yeah I'd be crying about how I shitted up my life. I'd be crying about how I missed my wife, and my kids, and my home, and my fucking dog, and all the shit I fucking threw away because I thought I was so fucking smart. And you know what else?" He didn't wait for a response from Ben, "When we're finished here I'm still going to go home, I'm getting out my home stash of Jack Daniels and I'm going to drink and cry myself to sleep again for the four hundred and seventy-fifth time. That's how many nights it's been since my divorce was fucking final." Oscar got up and threw a Benjamin on the bar, "Dump Abby Ben. Dump her, and then find a way to go back home." He pulled his sport jacket on and walked away without looking back. Ben sat there and nursed his drink for another ten minutes or so. I know I don't love Abby, never did. Shit she's too much for me anyway, long blond hair, tall, perfect figure, long legs, perfect breasts, always well dressed, clever with words. I was never in her league. She married me on a whim. So now I guess she's fed up, wants something better. Hell I can't blame her. He dropped a Jackson on the bar to join Oscar's Benjamin and left. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When Ben finally got home he saw Abby was still out; shit it was after 1:00 a.m. He made a cursory tour of the house they'd bought. What, her being a realtor and all, it was easy to get a good buy. The house they'd picked was in an older established neighborhood; actually now more a transitional community. The houses had all been built in the late 1950's in what was then the outermost suburban ring. Since then the suburbs had sprawled well beyond the original Interstate that encircled the old city. The neighborhood was transitional in that the original buyers were largely all gone, and the second generation of owners were themselves moving away. He and Abby were the third owners of their well-built tri-level. The lots were all too small for a garage, but the cull- de- sac was spacious, having originally been designed for much larger cars. He wandered through the house. Though they'd been married about a year there was still no real trace of who they were in the house. There were no portraits or family pictures, no personalized objects, nothing really to indicate who actually lived there. The house was well furnished; Abby had excellent taste, better than his and to be honest, better than Olivia's. But the place was empty, stale, and utterly lifeless; it had a clinical look. He imagined if he were a real estate agent back in the 1950's; the way their house was furnished would have made it a good model for inspection by prospective buyers of other houses in the development. He reflected on the clutter in his other house; no he meant Olivia's house. The first thing that caught you when you went inside was the big family portrait atop the mantle in the living room. There he sat with Olivia beside him and their two kids, Ben Jr. and his beautiful little girl, Angelica on his knee. He was still slightly amazed that Olivia hadn't taken that picture down, but then he figured it wouldn't sit well with the children. Yeah Olivia's house was loaded with fluff and clutter. Every table top, every bureau was covered with pictures of this and that; there was Ben Jr. in front of his first bicycle at Christmas, Angelica in her tutu, Jr. peering out from beneath a too large baseball cap they bought him at the Orioles game, he and Olivia's wedding pictures, Angelica sitting on her pony. Damn the bitch! Seeing all that shit really rubbed it in. Ben pulled his Tee shirt and boxers off. He ought to take tomorrow off and go see Olivia anyway. She'd left a message; something about the children and school. Tomorrow would be a good day for it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ben got up earlier than usual and called his first wife, "Olivia?" Olivia replied, "Ben?" "Yes, I'm off today. You said something about the children and school. Would today be good for you?" Olivia yawned into the phone, "I'll call and take the day off. When can you get over?" "An hour?" "Make it three." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ben pulled in front of the monster they'd bought, a real, what did Abby call it, a real McMansion, one of the monstrosities they'd been building for the last twenty years or so. It had five bedrooms, three bathrooms, and more ancillary rooms he than could remember. At the time it was the exact thing they'd wanted; something big, expensive looking, and something that told everyone that counted that they'd arrived. It had taken him almost an hour and a half to get from the house where he lived with Abby to Olivia's. He had to take two Interstates and then travel up another two lane high speed highway to get here. This was what the planners called exurbia, the outermost ring of the suburbs. He hated it. They'd only lived here a few months when Olivia had caught him in bed with Abby. Their old home had been in the city; in one of those really great old neighborhoods with brick homes, big azalea bushes, and small manageable lawns. Brother he knew how to fuck things up. He stood on the front porch and rang the bell. He had to ring the bell to get his ex-wife to come and let him inside the house he was paying for. Sometimes he wished he were dead; this was close to one of those times. Olivia came and opened the door. She stepped back to let him in. Ben looked at her; the bitch! There she stood. It was obvious she'd just had a shower; her short dark brown hair was still damp. She didn't have any makeup on, but she didn't need any. Those big brown come hither eyes, with those long, come get me, lashes slashed out at him reminding him of everything, or nearly everything, he'd thrown away. He stepped inside and got a better look. She was barefoot, no slippers, no shoes, just bare feet. Her toenails looked freshly polished, clear polish of course. She had such tiny feet. He used to like to massage those babies. When they were first married she used to let him paint her finger and toenails; talk about erotic. She had on a dark blue silken robe that just barely covered a short form fitting nightie. He didn't know what to call it; was it a teddie or was it was one of those silky soft camisoles the models wore in those Victoria's Secret catalogues. There was a time he used to hunger for those catalogues; he'd scour them to find things for Olivia. Not anymore. Hell he couldn't remember what Abby liked to wear. The damn thing Olivia had on was held up with those thin spaghetti straps. And they looked loose! Ben tried to smile, "Hi, I'm here about the kids," he looked around, "I don't see them. Where are they?" Olivia neither smiled nor offered a welcome, "There's no school today. They're at my moms." "What you had a big date last night?" Ben asked that because he had suddenly gotten scared that she might have actually got out with someone. Olivia answered, "That's my business." She'd said it to be mean, but regretted it right away when she saw the look on Ben's face. To tell the truth she hadn't been anywhere, and she hadn't been with anyone, not the way Ben meant except for Mr. Weller, her boss, the one person other than her sister who understood what the son-of-a-bitch in front of her right now had put her through. Olivia stepped back a little further, "Want to go into the kitchen or the living room." He got another look at her. Jesus Christ! He stammered out, "I think the living room." Olivia asked, "Cup of coffee?" Ben would have liked a cup of coffee, but for some reason he thought about his breath. Coffee made his breath bad. He couldn't remember how many times Olivia had complained about his 'coffee breath'. He looked at her tiny heart shaped mouth; that was one thing Olivia was really good at, she knew how to kiss. He'd pay another month's child support for just one more good kiss from those succulent little rosebuds. He replied, "No I'm trying to cut back on the coffee. It makes me too nervous." Olivia eyed him suspiciously. Ben had been an obsessive coffee drinker. She gave him an even look, a look that evinced nothing, "I think I'll have an OJ. You take the living room while I go to the kitchen." Ben gave her another awkward smile, "You have any lime juice?" Lime juice was something only he drank. God he wondered if, after a year, she still had any around. She answered, "I think so." She started back to the kitchen. Ben watched her shapely little ass as she sauntered to the kitchen. She'd gained a little weight since the divorce, and it looked good on her. She always had what he called a soft body, not fat, but soft and comfortable, smooth skin. He watched her ass and thighs as they rippled when she walked away. The silky nightie was a little tight in the back and it gave her a little wedgie. He considered Abby. She had a better body. Damn she spent hours every week in the gym to guarantee it. Abby had a muscular hard body. He had to admit he liked it, but he really missed Olivia. Olivia came back in. She had her OJ in one hand and his lime drink in the other. She held each glass out to the side a little, careful not spill any on her nightie. She'd slipped out of the robe. All she had on was the nightie. It sort of shimmered and glistened as she walked. Ben watched; the way she held the drinks made her pert little 34Bs stand up and out like two little soldiers. It was still a little cool and her nipples pressed against the soft material. She came over and sat on the sofa. When she sat she let her right leg cross slightly over her left. The nightie just barely covered the soft crease that rested at the top of her legs, but from memory Ben could still fashion the size and shape of what it looked like. She handed him his lime drink. Ben tried to make another smile, "I'm surprised. I thought I was the only person who liked this stuff. I guess you still buy it. Out of habit I guess." Olivia crushed him, "My dad likes it." Ben looked at his glass unhappily, "Oh." Somehow he didn't feel that thirsty. He put it down on the coffee table without tasting it. Olivia felt ambivalent about what she'd said, Of course, the only person who drank that stuff was Ben. She'd been buying it and throwing it out unopened for months. She kept it on hand just in case. She could have made him feel good and told him the truth. She just wasn't into making him feel good. She shifted her weight. She felt a slight cramp in her leg, "So you're here about the kids." He noticed her slight grimace, "You all right?" She moved a little more, "A cramp in my foot I think." He sat back, "Here put your feet up. I'll give you a massage." She looked at his hands. He had well shaped hands. They weren't too big or too small. Some men had soft wimpy hands. Others had hard calloused hands. Ben's were neither; they were firm but not hard. She used to love the way he'd smooth his hands over her body. Even now the thought of his hands on her sent a shiver up her spine. Olivia raised her legs and placed her feet on his lap, "Be careful." One of her heels touched his crotch. It was the first time she'd touched him anywhere in a year! He picked her feet up slightly by the ankles and moved them to the top of his thighs. She had perfect ankles. He loved them. He started to gently rub her ankles. He'd rub her ankles first, and slowly work his way all the way down to her toes. He used to do this when they were married. He'd liked it then. He loved it now. Olivia rested her right arm against a large pillow while Ben started to massage her feet, "So you want to hear about our children." She phrased the word our sarcastically; a not so subtle reminder that he was an absentee parent. Ben kept ministering to her feet, "Yes." Olivia kept her eyes on him like lasers, "Our children are having problems." You're Not Going Anywhere! Ben looked up, "What's wrong." "They aren't adjusting to their changed circumstances." Ben let his hands creep a little further up Olivia's legs to her calves, "You feel tense." Olivia kept staring at her former husband, "You'll have to take a few days off so we can visit their teachers." Ben picked up on the 'we' immediately. Certainly she didn't need him; she wanted him to join her. He answered, "Name the day." Olivia started to feel uneasy. Ben's interest in her feet, and the fact that she both loved and hated him more than any other person in the world was honing in on her self-control, "Well I'll call you when I set something up. You can leave now." Jesus thought Ben; this was the first time since the divorce they'd been together with no one else around. Usually they had the kids or she had her sister on hand. He wanted to stay. He had to think of something. Immediately Oscar's suggestion surfaced, "I have a favor to ask." By then Olivia's anger had all but consumed her warmer feelings; the thought he might ask a favor of her was just too much. Still, curiosity got the better of her. She grit her teeth, "What kind of favor?" His voice grew softer, it quavered, "You remember the private investigator you hired who..." He hated this part, "...caught me?" What did this asshole want now? Olivia reacted, "You whore monger! You bastard! What do you want to know about him for?" She started to get up. She was about ready to throw him out. At first he tried to hold her feet, but knew right away that was a big mistake. He let them go, "Olivia, no wait!" She was on her feet. One of the straps that held her nightie had fallen and had revealed one of those delicious breasts and its tasty little nipple. She pulled the strap back up, "You pimp bastard! Get out of my house!" Here he sat next to the woman he loved more than anything or anyone else in the world. He remembered how he'd pleaded, begged, appealed for weeks to be forgiven, to be taken back, all to no avail. He vividly remembered all the pain, the anguish, all the heartache he'd caused her. He saw it all again on her face. He remembered her brutal description of what he'd done to their lives, to her life, and to the lives of their children. It all came back! He remembered how she'd cried, all the things she'd said, 'How do you think it makes me feel to know you put your dick, my dick, our baby maker, inside someone else's body?' He remembered how she'd grabbed his penis and twisted it. She'd yelled at him, 'That was supposed to be mine and only mine. When you put my little soldier in that other woman it was like you threw everything I valued, everything I loved right out in the trash.' She'd really cried then, 'I loved my little pink plaything! You tossed him, me, you tossed everything away.' He never really realized just how much he'd hurt her till then. That was when he told her it was only sex. She really erupted then, he remembered how she'd cried out, 'You were supposed to only have sex with me! Wasn't I good enough? What you had to have some big beautiful blond who had the big tits! My tits weren't good enough? I wasn't pretty enough? My kisses weren't sweet enough? What, my pussy was too wide. That wasn't my fault! Ben I'd had our kids!' He remembered how she'd really broken down then. He never realized. He never thought. He remembered how he wished he could have un-fucked Abby and taken back all the pain he caused his wonderful caring faithful wife. She'd only looked at him and sobbed, 'Every time I look at you all I see is you sticking my love, my heart, my beautiful little one eyed man in that bitch's cunt. I feel so...so violated! Jesus Ben, you're circumcised, you were just my size, you were so perfect! Oh, you broke my heart. You gave my little man to another woman, another woman kissed my little jewel bag. You broke my heart! How could you?' He'd been wrong. He'd admitted it. He'd fucked up! He realized the wounds he'd caused were still as ripe and as open as the night she'd caught him. He sat there on the sofa. He was so fucking tired. He'd been up late with Oscar. Then he'd sat around half the night at his and Abby's. Plus there was the long drive to get to his old home, and now this last thing as he watched his sweetheart as she stood angrily reminding him of everything he'd done wrong. He pleaded, "Oh please Olivia. I need your help." At that moment, if she had a knife or a pistol, she would have ended the bastard's life once and for all. She didn't have a pistol or knife, but she saw something. He was in trouble. He needed help, he thought he needed her help. Maybe she could get his balls and twist them a little, figuratively at least. Olivia sat back down, "OK, what do you need my private investigator for?" He was both relieved because she wasn't kicking him right out, but frightened about what he was about to say. He whispered, "I need to check up on Abby." Olivia exclaimed, "Ha! So the whoremaster has a problem. The whoremaster's whore is whoring around!" She stood back up, "Get the fuck out of my house you worthless piece of whore shit!" He got up, "Olivia, can't I stay..." "Out," she yelled! He got up and stood there beside her for a moment. She ran to the front door and flung it open, "Now! Get out!" He ran to the front door and to his car. He got in and sped off. He cried halfway home. He'd fucked up his life. He'd betrayed his first wife, but then fucked it up worse by marrying the woman he'd been caught with, and now he realized his first wife was even madder than ever. He knew she'd never take him back. Jesus what would he do if she started to date again? Olivia slammed the door, ran back to the living room, fell on the sofa resting her head on the end where he'd been sitting so she could smell his scent and started to cry. She wailed out, "You smarmy cheating low life worthless shit bastard. I hate you! I hate you! Oh Jesus I love you so much. Why did you do what you did? I'll never forgive you. I hate you! I hope you get cancer and die!" She stopped and looked up to the ceiling, "I didn't mean that! Oh please Jesus, don't let anything happen to him." She burst into tears again. Olivia spent most of the rest of the morning on the sofa; sometimes sobbing, sometimes cursing. She looked around the room. She thought about this big shitty house they thought they had to have. Every room was a torture chamber. Every room had its special reminder; there were pictures, objects, little marks, odds and ends, and each and every one reminded her of what she'd lost what he'd destroyed. She was living in a mausoleum, a graveyard. ++++++++++++++++++++ Mom brought Ben Jr. and Angelica home around 3:00 p.m. Adelaide, Adelaide Shipley that was Olivia's mom saw her daughter had been crying as soon as she got in, "What's wrong sweetie?" Olivia looked at her kids and tried to smile, "Why don't you two go upstairs and get cleaned up. I think we'll go out for dinner tonight." Angelica and Jr. looked at their mom and then at each other. They both sort of knew what was wrong with their mom; it was always the same thing. Every time daddy came over she ended up crying. They both wished their dad would come home so things would get back to the way they used to be. Both were afraid though that would never ever happen. They wondered what had made their dad and mom decide to split up. They weren't sure. Mom never said. They suspected, even though mom and dad both denied it, that it was somehow their fault. Angelica went over and hugged her mom, "You've been crying mommy. Was daddy here again today?" Olivia hugged her back, "Yes I've been crying a little, but it has nothing to do with your father." Jr. took charge, "Come on sis. Let's get upstairs." The two kids took off up the stairs. Adelaide looked her daughter over, "Come on honey you can't keep it up this way. He's gone. You've got to get over it." Olivia sat back down on the sofa, "We've got to go see the children's teachers. Maybe after that's straightened out I'll start looking around." Mom listened. She took her daughters hands and held them, "I know it hurts. Just remember your dad and I are always here for you." Olivia put her head on her mom's chest. Just like when she was a child she nuzzled her head against her mom's big boobs, "I know mom." She started to quietly sob. Her mom stroked her head. She thought about the worthless turd her daughter had married. If she had the money she'd hire someone to kill him. No she couldn't do that; he was her grandchildren's father. Upstairs Angelica was putting away the extra clothes she'd taken to grandma and grandpas. She wondered if there wasn't something she could do to fix things. She just didn't know what she'd done wrong that had caused all the mess. Jr. looked at the pile of clothes. Like his sister he wondered what they'd done. He wondered what he could do. He thought about it. When dad was at their house he never talked to him. He wanted to punish him for making mom cry. Maybe he should call his father up and tell him what he thought. Maybe dad would tell him what they'd done wrong. Yeah he'd call him one night this week. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Abby rolled over and checked the clock. She turned to the man beside her, "Wake up lover. I've got to get home." The man she was with was her supervisor at the agency, but beyond that he was nobody really; just another man, just another penis. Before Ben he'd been her fill in, just a good guy she liked to have around when she was feeling horny. He was married so that made him safe. She had a husband now. He wasn't much, but he gave the two of them added cover. Whenever she needed someone as a partner, an arm to hold on to, she had Ben. Nice guy, pretty good in bed, until lately easy to talk to, and for the most part he didn't get in the way. She'd get dressed, go home, and give the 'one time boy wonder' something to feel good about. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A couple nights later Ben was back at the bar with Oscar, "Oscar I went to see Olivia." Oscar ordered their usual drinks, "Yeah, how'd it go?" "Well I went there because like I told you we needed to talk about the kids, and I asked her about the investigator she used. Oscar she went ballistic on me. It was like that last day when the divorce was finalized all over again. She reminded me again just what kind of dog shit I was." "Did she give you the name of the P.I.?" "No she kicked me out, but she's going to call me about when we are supposed to meet the kids' teachers. I don't know Oscar. Sometimes I just wish I was dead. I know she's going to start dating again, and I know she's still seeing that old man where she works. And you know what Oscar?" Oscar sipped his Jack Daniels, "No what?" "I think that old bastard's been trying to get into her pants the whole time." Oscar scratched his chin, "Now that's interesting." Ben looked at his pal, "Really, why?" "Maybe you could work something there. I mean you go see the old bastard. Tell him you know what he's up to. Tell him to leave Olivia alone." "What good would that do?" Oscar smiled, "Probably nothing, but I bet the old slime ball would tell her. He'd complain that you'd been after him, maybe even threatening him. If she got wind of that it might warn her away from the old guy, but it might help your cause too." Ben shot him a look, "How would it help me?" Oscar, "Any time you say or do anything that reminds her you still love her it's got to help." "Yeah, it could backfire too; it could blow up in my face. Olivia might decide to go out with him just to further piss me off." Oscar added, "She might too, but would that be a bad thing? The old man would be exposed, and Olivia would be reminded you were still looking out for her, you know being protective. It couldn't hurt." Ben left earlier than usual that night. He gave what Oscar said some thought. Shit, what did he have to lose? Still, before he could get Olivia back, he'd have to unload Abby. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That night when Ben got home Abby was there waiting for him, "Hey sugar." He hadn't caught her yet, but he could smell the musk. He knew she'd been out with someone that very evening. What, was he in for what they called a mercy fuck, sloppy seconds? No, not him, "Oh hi honey. How was your day?" She sidled up real close, "I made a big sale today, great commission." Based on personal experience he knew what that probably meant, someone somewhere had gotten lucky. He replied, "Oh, that's nice." She reached for his crotch, "And I need someone to share it with." Ben leaned away, "Not tonight Abby. I have a headache." Abby looked at Ben closely. There was no headache; he was up to something, or more likely he was into someone, "OK, maybe tomorrow night." He smiled weakly, "We'll see." He wondered if she wasn't putting out for one of her supervisors. He'd seen the eye contact. He wouldn't be surprised. He was such a fool. He'd screwed around and lost the best thing in his life, and then he'd married this one. Shit, was he ever an asshole. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning Ben checked his cell phone and found a text message. Olivia had left him the day and time they were supposed to meet with their kids teachers. Since both kids went to the same public school it was easier to convene two afternoon sessions on the same day. Besides the kids' math teacher taught them both; it would make it easier to hold both meetings the same afternoon. Olivia had also texted him the name of the private eye she'd used. Ben considered what his next plan of action should be. First he'd contact the private investigator and get them on his current wife. Second he had to figure out some way to be with Olivia for an extended period of time. He thought he had an answer for that. Last he decided to go ahead and take Oscar's advice and visit that Brandon Weller, and give him a piece of his mind. It was easy to get to the P.I. They agreed to follow the same format they'd used to get him. They'd get on her trail, see who she met, and then get back with him so if he wanted to he could arrange some kind of sting. He doubted if he'd go the sting route. He knew that was illegal; he hadn't fought it with Olivia because he'd hoped by ponying up and admitting his mistake she'd forgive him. The photographer was all her anyway, and the P.I. had no involvement with it. Asshole him, it didn't work. Besides he doubted if Abby would go the 'forgive me' route; and such an illegal act might only land him in jail. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ben and Olivia decided to meet outside the school and go in together. When they got inside Angelica's teachers were already in a conference room. The meeting began with the usual bull shit. All the teachers agreed they really liked Angelica. Ben knew from personal experience that was a common litany all teachers used. Hell Angelica could have been Lizzie Borden; they'd have all said how much they liked her. They went over her test scores and attendance; neither of which was unusual. Then they got to where the bullet met the bone. Mrs. Henderson the Language Arts teacher began, "I'm worried. I taught Angelica last year and she was so easy to work with. This year she blows up about the least thing." Olivia tried to deflect the best she could, "Angelica's been going through some tough times lately." Mr. Betterment her math teacher interjected, "Does she cry much at home?" Olivia replied, "No why?" Betterment added, "She cries all the time in my class. I don't know what to do." Mr. Groom the administrative assistant asked, "Have there been any significant changes in Angelica's home life we should know about? I mean anything that might be helpful to us?" Ben and Olivia just looked at each other. Then Ben answered, "We were divorced." After that most of the conference didn't mean much; everyone knew what the problem was. The only solution anyone could offer was counseling for the child. The second conference didn't go any better. The only difference with Jr. was his increasing isolation. As the year had progressed he'd increasingly separated himself from all his teachers and all his classmates. Ben Jr. had become what his teachers called an isolate. Olivia and Ben left and decided to stop off at an IHOP to see what they could come up with. Ben had wanted to take the conference back to her house, but she would have none of that. So they sat there at a table at an International House of Pancakes and tried to figure out what they could do to repair the havoc their divorce was causing their children. Olivia started, "This is all your fault." Ben had no defense, "I know, but I have an idea." Olivia gave her ex-husband a savage look, "Oh yeah?" She was angry that her children were suffering from their divorce. She was more angry because there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it. She was even angrier because Ben had looked so handsome in his dark suit, white shirt, and those suspenders that hugged his shoulders so tightly, and she was angry about the way that young guidance counselor looked at him, and how it made her jealous. She was especially angry that it was all his fault they'd gotten a divorce, and that now he had an idea that might fix things for her children? Ben had been staring at Olivia ever since they'd walked into the school. She was a small woman, firm petite breasts; short hair that bounced when she walked, perfect complexion, and the way she was made up today took his breath away. He saw how the men in the conferences looked at her. She had on a dark blue business suit with a white blouse. Back when they'd been married, back before he'd fucked everything up, her appearance would have been a source of pride, now it was a source of anxiety. He proffered, "I know what we could do. You could let me move back home." He started to talk real fast before she shut him off, "I'm leaving Abby anyway. I could move back. I could sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. I could go back and forth to work every day like before. We wouldn't have to be intimate, but we could give the kids that solid foundation they need." She looked at him like he was nuts. He kept talking faster and faster, "I'll do all the housework. I'll handle the yard. I'll be able to see to your car and everything. Honest Olivia I'd stay out of the way except at dinner time or when one of the kids needed help with their schoolwork or something" He could see she was looking at him like he'd grown a tail or something. Olivia wanted to throw her water at him, "You are a real piece of work. Let me tell you something. You'll never. I mean never sleep under the same roof with me ever again. You're history in my book you asshole. The only reason we're here now is because you've screwed up my children's lives." She got up and started for the door. He ran after her, "No Olivia wait!" She kept walking. She walked right out the door and into the parking lot. He followed right behind. She ignored him, she didn't even look back. He kept running trying to catch up. Neither noticed the red minivan that pulled around the corner. Thankfully it was a parking lot and the woman driving the minivan was careful. Ben stepped right in front of her. She slammed on her brakes, but still caught Ben in the left leg. He went down like a rock. He called out, "Olivia!" Olivia heard the tires screech. She turned around just in time to see Ben hit the ground. His leg was bent inward at the knee. His head hit the macadam with a sickening thud. She turned and ran back, "Ben!" Olivia saw his pants leg was torn and his knee had already started to swell. There was an ugly cut on his head; blood was everywhere. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and hit the 911 button. She yelled at him, "You dumb asshole! Why didn't you look where you were going?" You're Not Going Anywhere! Damn thought Ben; his leg and head both really hurt. But shit, this was the break he needed. He looked around, "Olivia is that you?" Olivia looked at him. She knew God damned well there wasn't that much wrong with him, "Don't bullshit me you son-of-a-bitch!" Then he really did pass out. The ambulance was there in no time. They got him in. Olivia reluctantly agreed to follow them in her car. On the way she called her mother who was at home watching the kids. She told her she'd be a little late because her asshole ex-husband had been hit by a car on the parking at the IHOP. Grandma told the kids and they went into panic mode. Angelica cried out, "Daddy was hit by a car!" Jr. burst into tears. "I bet he's really hurt." Grandma tried to calm them down. "It's all right kids your mom and dad were on a parking lot. It was no big deal. Your mom said it was just a little thing. He got hit. His leg was bent and he hit his head." Angelica fell into her brother's arms, "If we'd been good they wouldn't have had to see our teachers. If we'd done right dad wouldn't have gotten hurt." Jr. was crying, "Oh Angelica, we've killed our father. Mom will hate us even more for this." Grandma tried the best she could, "No, no. It's not your fault." Jr. started crying, "I want to see my dad." Angelica joined in, "I want to go to the hospital. I need my daddy. I want my mommy." Grandma was lost, "OK, come on. I'll take you, but I promise you he's all right." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Grandma had them bundled together, and they were at the hospital in no time. Outside the Triage area Grandma spoke to the nurse at the desk, "We're here to see Mr. Hawthorne. We hear he's been in an accident." The nurse saw the children, she was sympathetic, but firm, "His ex-wife is with him right now. I'll send back and tell her you're here." A few second later Olivia was outside in the waiting area, "Mom, what are the kids doing here?" Angelica didn't wait, "Where's daddy. I want to see my daddy." Jr. wasn't any better, "Mom we need to see dad before it's too late." Olivia was incredulous, "He got hit in a parking lot. He's hardly hurt." Angelica, like Ben Jr., had no idea what the real reason was for their parent's separation; they'd been protected from the sordid reality of their father's adultery. Now all they knew was their father had been sent away, and now he was in the hospital and hurt, and hospitals were places where people went when things were bad, really bad. Angelica was crying, "I want my daddy." She was on the verge of hyperventilation. Olivia had no choice, "Mom you wait out here." She looked at her two kids, "Well come on." She led her children back to see the fornicator. Ben was on his back, his leg was already wrapped, and his head open with an angry red gash visible for all to see. The children walked into his cubby and both choked. Angelic ran over, "Daddy!" Jr. was a little more circumspect; maybe the added year gave him a little better appreciation that his dad wasn't as bad as they'd originally thought. He walked up a little more slowly, "Hi dad." They both hovered around him like two protective dogs. Olivia glared at him, but Ben had already hatched a new plan. Ben decided to go the distance. Above all he wanted to get back home; more than anything he wanted his old wife and old home back. He could care less what Abby would want or thought. He held out his two hands, and took one of his children's hands in each, "Your mom and I spoke with your teachers today. Everyone agrees you need both of your parents at home with you." He gave Olivia a surreptitious glance, "We decided just before our accident that I should come home for a while." Ben Jr. asked, "What about your new wife?" Ben replied, "Oh I'll call her; she'll agree." Olivia was furious. The bastard had lied to their children in order to get back into her house. She wouldn't allow it. She'd already turned a bright shade of red when Angelica said something. Angelica let go of her father's hand, ran the short distance to her mom and hugged her, "Oh mommy that's a wonderful idea." Without hesitation she looked at her brother, "Did you hear, daddy's going to move back home." Ben Jr. looked at his dad, then his mom; based on the look on his mom's face and the way grandma and his aunt had talked he knew mom was really mad at dad about something. Yeah dad had just said something that probably wasn't true. He didn't care. He walked over to his mom. He gave her a very meaningful look, "That's the best idea I've heard in a long time mom. I'm glad you agreed to it." Olivia shot Ben a look that would have killed a lesser man; she looked back at her babies, "Well we agreed he could stay for a few days, just long enough to sort a few more things out." Then when the children weren't looking she gave her ex-husband the most baleful look she could muster. She saw Ben was crying. Just then the emergency room doctor appeared and told them they'd be keeping Ben overnight just to play it safe. Olivia agreed, and ordered the children out of the room. Then she turned on her ex-husband, "One week you bastard, one week, and then you're gone. One week, and then I never want to see your ugly ass or face in my house again." He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. He whispered, "I love you Olivia, now I've got a week." He thought; 'who knows? After a week she might change her mind.' She scowled, "You think after a year you can come in and change things in a week? You're a bigger asshole than even I imagined." He frowned; then he growled at her, "Come here." She made as if to leave. He started to climb out of the bed. Buzzers and beepers started to go off. He was too weak and too drugged to walk. All he could do was fall down. Olivia caught him as he hit the floor. She held him and started to help him back up, "Asshole! Pimp! Whoremaster!" He had her and he wouldn't let go. Two nurses, one male the other female rushed in. They tried to pry his arms away from his ex-wife. Ben had Olivia in a death grip. He whispered in her ear, "I love you. I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I tell you I'll never let you go. You're my wife; my true wife. I love you. Our children need me. Olivia just one more chance." With the help of the nurses Olivia was able to get free. She snarled, "Get off me." She whirled about and left. On the way home Olivia explained that their father's accident wasn't all that bad, and he'd be up and about in a couple days. She further lied and said her bosses had been after her to put in quite a few extra hours at work, and it was just a shame that she'd be out most days and most nights for the next week or so, but that grandma had agreed to stay on and help out while she was out. Adelaide wasn't exactly sure what that was about until Angelica said that their dad would be spending a few days with them while he got better. Then it made sense, Olivia planned on making herself as scarce as possible as long as Ben was around. Adelaide also knew if she didn't stay her daughter would only get her sister to do it. Adelaide figured it was better her than her other daughter. God knows when it came to Ben Olivia's sister was always out for blood. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ben slept through the rest of the night. The next morning Olivia's father was there to pick him up. Her dad explained Olivia had to go to work, and she wouldn't be home till late that night. Olivia's dad wasn't very sympathetic. He got Ben to Olivia's and dropped him off. Adelaide was there though, and said she'd be there for the kids. She further explained they didn't expect Olivia home until very late that night. Once Ben got to Olivia's he called in to work and told them he'd been hit by a car and wouldn't be in for at least a week. They were sympathetic and told him to take his time. Then he left a message for Abby saying he'd been in a minor accident, nothing to worry about, but he'd be laid up for a day or two. He'd call again later with more details. Last he called the private investigator to find out what they'd turned up, if anything. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ben's trick to stay at Olivia's backfired big time. First he was a lot more hurt than he knew. He needed a fair amount of pain medication. The medication left him pretty doped up. Olivia and her mom had it planned out. Olivia came home once Ben got to sleep, and left before he awakened the following morning. The only thing the accident accomplished was to keep him incapacitated for about a week. Worse Olivia spent an inordinate amount of time at the office; just what he was afraid Brandon Weller wanted. Even worse Abby insisted on coming out, and for two straight days she played the loving doting wife, and that only made his position with Olivia even less promising especially since Adelaide gave her daughter a blow by blow account of each and every minute. Then worst of all at the end of the week he got a report from the private investigator. They'd tracked his wife pretty closely, and never found anything conclusive. She took no men to their house so any video or listening devices they'd installed there were useless. The GPS on her car revealed nothing; she was a reliable as the sun. The only thing they had were her repeated visits to her supervisor's condominium, but since the P.I. never got inside they had no evidence of anything wrong, and though she spent hours there two or three times each week, they had no proof of anything. Further, when they were out in public there were no displays of affection of any kind. Ben had spent a lot of money and had almost nothing to show for it. At the end of his week at Olivia's he packed up the few items he had and left. He did leave Olivia a short letter. It was just about his last pathetic attempt to get things back. My Dearest Olivia: I love you. You know I love you. I know I did the absolute worst thing any husband could do to his wife. I'm sorry. I'll be sorry the rest of my life. I've already contacted my lawyer; yes the self-same lawyer I used when you divorced me. I'm leaving Abby. She was my second biggest mistake. I know Abby has been unfaithful to me, but I could care less. All I want, all I ever wanted, is you. I'm selling my shares of ownership in my company. I'm setting up a trust fund for you and our children. Believe me; you'll have more money than you'll be able to spend in two life times. I just can't go on. I'm sick of life. I'm leaving. You'll get your wish. You'll never see me again. Please forgive me. Ben. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When Olivia got home she found and read the letter. She considered, just like the son-of-a-bitch. It wasn't enough that he cheated on her, that he lied like a dirty dog to try to get back in her house, that he'd tried to pull just about every trick in the book to get back in her good graces, now he planned on running out on his kids. Yeah she bet there'd be plenty of money. She started crying; what if he went somewhere and blew his fucking brains out? She sat back up, well he wasn't getting away with it! She sat down on the side of her big king sized bed; the bed they had to have, the bed she hated. She thought about how much she loved him, and how much she hated him. What did she want? Did she really want him gone; out of her life forever? No of course not, and the bastard wasn't getting away with it. She'd fix the whoring bastard once and for all! She had his number! She thought about her shithead ex-husband. She said out loud to no one in particular, "I'll bet he thinks I'll hook up with my dumb fuck supervisor who's been trying to get in my pants since the divorce," well she'd punish him for that too! She'd make his life a living perpetual nightmare. She'd make his current existence look like a paradise. He didn't know it yet, but his future would be a continuous trip to Devil's Island! She'd never forgive him. She'd never let him forget. She'd punish him every single day for the rest of his life. Yeah, she'd put him to work. She'd fix it so he'd never have another free minute for the rest of his loathsome conniving cheating life. Cut out again; leave her again? Never! She walked through the house looking for something, anything. She knew the bastard wouldn't leave without taking something, some memento, some reminder. She found what she needed; he'd taken a family portrait. Olivia called the police, "Hello I'd like to report the theft of a priceless heirloom." The policeman on the other end replied with a bored apathetic voice, "Yeah, you'll have to come down to the station and make out a report." Olivia replied, "I don't have time. I'm certain the thief is trying to escape even as we speak." The policeman replied, "There's still not much we can do. Just tell me where the culprit is, we'll send someone to pick him up, but you'll have to come in right away and file a report." Olivia replied, "His name is Benjamin Hawthorne." Then she gave them his address, hoping he'd still be there, "I'll be right there to file the complaint." Ben was still at Abby's house packing the few possessions he planned to take with him when he heard the knock on the front door. He went to the door and opened it. There were two policemen there. He asked, "Hello, can I help you." One policeman asked, "Are you Benjamin Hawthorne?" He replied, "Yes I am, is anything the matter." The other policeman answered, "We've had complaint. We don't have a warrant, but if you'd come with us it would make things a lot easier." Ben was completely nonplussed. Who would file a complaint against him? He replied, "Sure, just a minute I'll get my coat." Four hours later, seated on a bench at the police station he heard a familiar voice. It was Olivia. One of the policemen said something. He heard Olivia say, "Yes, that's him. I'm sorry for the trouble." The policeman came back, "I'm sorry Mr. Hawthorne. There seems to have been a mistake, the person who filed the complaint said she found the item she believed you had stolen from her house the other day. I think the lady is here right now." Ben turned around and saw Olivia. He didn't know quite what to say. Olivia looked at him. She smiled grimly, "Thought you'd get away didn't you?" He answered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." She cut him off, "That's right you're sorry. You're one sorry husband, a poor excuse for a father, a real loser. Now go out there and sit in my car till I straighten this out." She shook her finger at him, "Don't try to go anywhere. I'm not done with you Mister, not by a long shot!" He still wasn't sure, "Olivia I..." She pointed toward the stationhouse door, "Out, you'll have the rest of your life to explain and fix things." At last the lights went on, "I'll be in the car." About an hour later Olivia had him in the car. He was seated on the passenger's side; he had a big smile on his face. That's when she started, "Buckle your seatbelt Mister! When we get home you'll have a lot to do. You'll have to put that monstrosity you call a house back up for sale. And don't get cute; you're not going anywhere. I want something smaller and closer to the city. Then I want you to start some kind of new business, maybe a hardware store, something close by where I can keep an eye on you. We'll need new furniture. Run out on me will you-not in this lifetime! Oh and I want something smaller in the bedroom; a queen sized bed will suit me fine. Oh yeah, and we'll have to start planning a new nursery. I want more children. You better be able to get it up too; I've been doing without for quite a while now because of you. Now I understand there can't be a marriage until you've settled up with Abby, but we can start to work on adding children tonight. Be sure to take your vitamin E. Then there are our children; they'll need a bedtime story tonight, something positive and upbeat, you'll have to do that. You can plan on something like that every night from now on. Oh yeah, I want a condominium down by the ocean. It doesn't have to be ocean front, but I want someplace where we can go and get away every now and then, just the two of us. And Angelica's dance lessons are overdue. And Jr.'s little league will need another coach. I want to join a church. You'll become a deacon. I'll sing in the choir. And...Oh by the way...I'll never forgive you. And yes you'll have to spend the rest of your life taking care of me and trying to make me happy. And one last thing," she held out her arms. "Come here and kiss me you stupid fool." And he did.