17 comments/ 35123 views/ 8 favorites A Wife's Revenge Ch. 01 By: charlottepalisade A Wife's Revenge The words from the Godfather kept running through my head: "The women here are more dangerous than shotguns." While I wasn't Sicilian, I was Italian and my blood boiled quickly. The chilled chardonnay swirled between my fingers as my mind tried desperately to quell the storm brewing in my heart. My name is Brooke. I am thirty-one years old and married to a man, if you want to call him that, named John. We had married after he graduated from Law School almost five years ago. I'm 5'7" and since the only action I get is on a stair climber, I'm in pretty good shape. John and I had been through high times and low, but more recently they become flat. Our relationship was a machine. Kisses hello and goodbye, sex on the weekend, maybe, and countless dinner functions filled with fake laughter and awkward handshakes. We were more testy roommates with boring benefits, than the passionate couple we were years ago. My hand reached past a pair of flimsy lace panties that weren't mine and I picked the golden liquid up to my lips and drained the glass. I had found them in one of John's suit pockets, another in the growing list of obvious signs he was cheating. Grabbing the half-empty bottle, I filled the glass back up. I looked at the clock: 10:32pm. The green numbers blinked at me from the clock on the stove. His job afforded us a beautiful house, in a great neighborhood. We had vacations, expensive cars, world class wine but most of all we had everything he wanted us to have so he could make partner at his firm. My phone rang. It was him. My hand trembled slightly as my mouth tried to find my voice. "Hey," it was a simple answer. I didn't want to show emotion, at least not now. "Yeah...uh, I'm sorry it's so late. I uh...I think I'm just going to crash at the Plaza tonight. The Sullivan case is killing, and I think I might be here a while." It sounded rehearsed, almost like he was reading. "Ok." My hand squeezed the phone as my teeth grinded silently. "So, when am I going to see you?" "I'll be home tomorrow, right after my afternoon meeting, alright?" He almost sounded annoyed that I had asked him. "Yeah, ok." I was just about to hang up. "Oh, and don't forget about that dinner with Will Masters. We're meeting him at Gino's at 7:30. He's a partner so try and wear something nice. Night babe." He hung up. I didn't know what to say. I knew about the dinner, but to tell me to wear something nice. Fuck him. I had been basically living at the gym and the spa the past year, working out and primping trying damn near anything to get him to notice me. I didn't want to be a pent-up, frustrated housewife, but that's what I had become. I had become a stereotype. My shoulder-length jet-black hair was always perfectly styled. I lived in my yoga pants, form-fitting tops to see if he noticed how hard I worked. Not only was I in shaped, but I was training to run a half marathon with some of my friends. Wear something nice? If I wore something nice, he wouldn't know what to do. I stood up and walked down the stairs to our basement. Living in the Denver area, we had converted our basement to an entertainment space which had an elegant 'man cave' feel to it. The room was designed with warm woods, rich brown leather couches, and huge TV, but right now what I was more concerned about, a fully stocked wine cellar. Opening the glass door with a wrought iron vining design, I focused my attention on the area where we kept the wine to open to impress people. John opened it for top-tier clients, other partners he wanted to kiss up to and every once in a while for a dinner party to highlight his wealth. I grabbed a bottle of Grand Cru Chablis, and walked back out. God knows what, or who he was doing right now, but at least he not being here bought me some time. I went upstairs and walked through the double doors to our room. Half stumbling already, I felt like my feet would slur if they could talk. I put my glass down, popped the bottle and drew a bath. The steam began to rise as I poured myself a heaping glass of world class wine. How did things get this far? Where had we gone wrong? Was it my fault? I pulled the black sweater over my head, and then pulled my uniform black sweat pants down. I stood, naked in front of the mirror with a glass in my hand as I waited for the bath to fill about half way before I got in. My pale skin contrasted my dark hair, accenting the bright pink nipples that were getting hard from the cold Denver air. My breasts were a full B, small C depending on the bra. After years of work my stomach was taut and my legs toned. The small tuft of black hair just above my pussy looked like a smear of chocolate, at least that's what one guy I was dating said year ago when his head was buried between my legs, so I always kept it like that. I took a long sip of the outrageously expensive wine. Somehow it just tasted better with the smell of Lavender Vanilla bubble bath thick in the air. I lowered myself in to the bath, and with the bottle within hands reach, I began plotting. When my mother told me revenge is a dish served cold I had always thought that it was just a saying. Not until the alcohol began to fuel my creative planning did I understand. I would wait until the opportunity presented itself, and then, I would make sure John understood what I was feeling. The night passed filled with dreams of young blonde sorority girls stealing my clothes and the keys to my house and hiding them. I didn't need a psychic to tell me what they meant. I was hurt. I was scared that the last decade of my life had been lived for nothing. John was throwing away our marriage, friendship and along with it, my self-esteem. I couldn't control most of that, but I could take back the reigns of my own life, but how? My thoughts started racing faster as the morning light filled my house. As I sipped my cup of coffee I was painfully aware of the silence throughout the large house, making me feel more alone than I already was. I needed to get out. Since I really didn't feel like talking about it with any of my friends just yet, I figured the gym, like a safe harbor, would be the best thing for me. I kept telling myself to wait. Like a Mantra... "Wait, the opportunity will be there. Be calm." I pulled on my work out clothes and stepped into my brand new luxury SUV. I had talked John into buying it a month ago as an anniversary present. I wasn't going to get anything anyway, so I figured why not get something I wanted and would enjoy, not some piece of jewelry that I picked out myself. The doors of the gym opened and I was greeted by Bobby, the dark-haired trainer every woman had their eye on. "Hey Mrs. Jacobs, how are you doing?" His eyes quickly looked me up and down. He was quick enough to not linger, but every man thinks he won't be caught, but they always are. The woman's reaction to the prying eyes depends on how much they enjoyed your eyes undressing them. So, I said nothing. But his attention did lift my spirits a bit. "I've been better. I think some cardio will do me good today." I smiled, tossed my hair slightly as I walked by him towards the woman's locker room. A woman tossing her hair was always such a cliché, but it worked, and as any woman knows it becomes almost a habit. "Well, you're looking good to me Mrs. Jacobs." His face went bright red as the words left his mouth. Embarrassment took over as I watched his face grow into a grimace as he realized what he had said. I turned slowly back towards him, letting my weight come to rest on my hip and paused for a second. "Thank you Bobby. I needed that." I walked into the locker room with a bounce in my step and a sway in my hips. Opening my locker I stuffed my bag in and then looked at myself in the full length mirror that clung to the inside of the door. I was wearing my black yoga pants and my pink tank top with a white sports bra underneath. It looked good, but right now, I wanted to look better than good. I wanted to feel better, and if you look good to feel good, so looking better than good, would hopefully pick me up. As I stood there next to my open locker, I couldn't help but revisit the feeling of having Bobby's eyes drift over my body. I wondered what he thought as his eyes passed my tits and quickly darted down to my yoga pants. Was he hoping to see the outline of my pussy? Was I reading too much into just a glance? Then something inside me clicked. If John is going to try and ruin our marriage and destroy the work I've done, I might as well have a little fun as the sinking ship goes down. I pulled off the pink tank top, leaving me in only a white sports bra. Then I stripped off the black yoga pants and slipped on a pair of white, tight running shorts. With no panties and nothing under the sports bra, I was taking a major risk of being close to obscene, but at this point there was nothing to lose. I stared at my reflection in the mirror; Drenched in white, I was sure to grab his attention and keep it was my sweat started to soak into the material. Letting out a deep breath, I made my way to the gym. "Hey Bobby!" I waved to him from across the mostly deserted gym, making sure he noticed I had changed. It was 11:30 and since most of the world was working, I enjoyed the luxuries of a housewife like empty gyms, but of course at what expense. Popping my earphones in, I started doing some light stretching before doing a quick work out. I made sure to exaggerate every lunge, dip and skyward reach, hoping that Bobby would appreciate what my husband did not. I lifted my left arm over my head and pulled it down with my right, stretching my triceps. I was facing the mirror pretending to be lost in a song, while I searched for Bobby in the reflection. Having not flirted, well not like this, in a long time I wanted to make sure my efforts weren't going unnoticed. I looked over to my right and caught him. He was standing behind the help desk staring at me. His face flushed quickly as he tried to avert his eyes. He looked down at his clipboard for a brief second and then back at me. I gave him a little smile and switched arms. It was working. I had been on the elliptical machine for about half hour or so when Bobby walked by checking on the patrons, mostly the women. It almost seemed like he was circling me, going to different people, and getting closer with each step. I felt like he was stalking me, waiting for the perfect time to pounce on his prey. "Mrs. Jacobs, how's your work out going?" His eyes drifted over my body as he moved to check my display screen and what my heart rate was. I hadn't had any practice flirting in a while, and there was something about Bobby that was beginning to drive me wild. Maybe it was that fact that he was young, in shape and devilishly handsome, or maybe it was just that he was noticing me. At this point I didn't know and I didn't care. "Oh, well... it's not the most fun I've had, but it'll have to do for now." I took a deep breath pushing my tits out. His head was eye level with my hardening nipples as my body moved and adjusted to the intensity of a new resistance. His eyes shifted from my display screen to my tits and then back again as he tried to be as discreet as possible. "Well, Mrs. Jacobs..." "Brooke... my name is Brooke." I looked down at him and locked eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry..." His voice stuttered. "Don't be. I just want to hear you call me Brooke..." I smiled. "That's all." I tossed my hair away from him. "OK, Brooke," he paused for a moment and smiled back at me. "If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know." "I will." I let the machine slow down to a stop and put my hand on his muscular shoulder to help me off of the machine. "I'm sure I'll need something soon Bobby." I let my hand slip off of his shoulder and down his peck as I turned, grabbed my towel and started walking away. I felt empowered. I felt wanted. I glanced over my shoulder and his eyes were fixed on my sway. I was sick of feeling tossed aside for work, social climbing and now another woman. I was taking my life back and I was going to enjoy every little bit that I could get. I took a quick shower and got dressed. The ride home wasn't very long, but it seemed like a blink of an eye, as my mind was racing a mile a minute. What was I going to do? How was I going to make John pay? What was my course of action? Instead of stressing about it, beating myself up for not seeing this sooner or feeling sorry for myself, I felt like a weight had been lifted from me. Empowerment surged through me. This was an opportunity to change my life and take charge. I was excited. As I walked through the front door, my phone rang. "Hey Babe," I picked up the phone like everything was more than alright. "Hey, I uh... I just wanted to make sure you are ready for tonight." He sounded like his mind was a million miles away, like it had been for most of our marriage. "Absolutely." I tossed my bag down and headed up the stairs to our bedroom. "7:30 at Gino's. Are you still coming home, or do you want me to meet you there?" I opened up my closet and went to the section where I had dresses I hadn't worn in a long time. "I'll come home and clean up a bit before we go. Will is meeting us there. He made partner about five years ago and could really put in a good word for me, so make sure you're on time tonight." I had almost tuned him completely out as I found the dress I was thinking about. Tonight was going to be the first step in my revenge and of course, my fun. I was in the bath when John came home. He was fumbling around in the bedroom with something when he knocked on the door and jiggled the handle. "Brooke, you in there?" He sounded rushed and annoyed. "Yeah, what do you need?" I dragged my razor carefully up my leg, making sure it was nice and smooth. "Well, it would be nice to take a shower in my own bathroom." "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. I'm still getting ready. I wanted to be on time for you tonight." My leg stretched high into the air as I moved the razor up my thigh. "Fine, I'll just use the other bathroom... We need to be out of here in 45 minutes, got it?" Wow, I thought. For someone who was probably fucking his brains out last night, he sure is uptight. "I'll be ready." I finished my legs and moved onto my bikini line. "Fine...I'll be downstairs waiting." He left and I hear the water turn on in the bathroom down the hall. Carefully, I groomed my pussy, making sure that my lips were clean and the small patch was neat and shaped. I kept repeating: "If you look good, then you'll feel good." The words seemed so trivial, but I found comfort in them. My husband was washing off the scent, and God knows what else, of another woman a few feet from me and my heart and mind were going crazy. How could he throw this away? All of our memories, our dreams and the promises had all meant nothing. But I wasn't going to let him destroy me. My father had always told me, if someone starts the fight, you end it, and that is what I planned to do. I was going to play the cards that were dealt to me. I was going to let him hang himself on his own rope, I just needed to be patient and alert enough to take my opportunities. Checking the clock as I toweled off, I was on time, or should I say I would be ready just in time to make it to the restaurant five minutes late. The short black body-hugging dress accented every curve and crevice. It had an open back making wearing a bra impossible, and the form-fitting nature only let me wear my thinnest thong, but tonight I was going to forego panties. The dress stopped mid-thigh, making bending over and sitting down a creative adventure. I loved it because it could dressed down for a cocktail party, or dressed up for the opera. I put on a pair of black high heels that had a ribbon which wrapped around my calf. A simple silver choker looked like a bow around my neck. The modest garnet earrings matched the dark ruby red lipstick I was applying when John knocked. "Let's go. I don't want to be late for Will. He's a partner and if you hadn't noticed, I'm trying to join him as one. Come on." His footsteps traveled out of the room, and down the stairs, making the point that he was annoyed. Letting out a deep breath I looked at myself in the mirror before I pulled the big black coat over me. The outfit was perfect; flirtatious and slightly audacious. But, I had to be cool, calm and collected. Keep my mind sharp and enjoy myself. Smiling, I wrapped the long warm coat around me to shield me from the cool autumn Colorado air. "So, did you get any sleep last night?" I kept my eyes on the road as John drove the silver BMW through the city. "Yeah, it was a late night. You look nice." He hadn't even looked at me. It was a well-oiled comment, indicating the state of our relationship. He had said it the same way for the last two years; no feeling, just a learned response to the situation. "Thank you." I paused for a moment before I said anything else. My pouty lips felt thick with lipstick. My mind strayed for a brief second thinking about Bobby at the gym. I wondered what he looked like naked. I thought about his cock standing at attention, just inches from my lips, waiting for me to take him in. What did he taste like? The car jerked suddenly as John made a quick stop at a light that turned red, bringing me back to the present. "Tell me about Will...I don't want to put my foot in my mouth. Is there anything I shouldn't talk about?" I was still trying to play the perfect wife. "I don't know. Just don't talk too much. He's uh... I think he's single; well he's not married, not anymore. He likes football and wine." We pulled up to the restaurant and the car came to a stop. As the valet came to the door to open it for me, I noticed John grab something from the cup holder and twist it onto his finger. He had forgotten his wedding ring in the car. It didn't make me angry, just reinforced my feelings of defiance. "Welcome to Gino's." The valet opened my door and I opened my legs as I got out of the car, making sure he got a great view. His eyes darted down and then back up to meet mine. I just smiled and offered him my hand without closing my legs. For a split second he hesitated and then helped me out the car. A jolt of seduction and lust ripped through my body. I didn't know which one I liked more; the feeling of being a tease, or being the object of his lust. John and I were seven minutes late, and boy did he let me know it. "For fuck-sake Brooke, I'm trying to make a good impression, and this is not the way to start." A woman led us to our table where Will was already waiting with a cocktail. He didn't look that old, maybe late thirties, early forties. His dark hair was speckled with tiny gray strands making him look a wonderful mixture of regal and youthful. He smiled and stood up. "John, good to see you, at least outside the office." They shook hands. "And this is, Brooke, right?" He reached for my hand and took it with a firm grip. "Hi Will, nice to see you." I smiled as I took in his deep green eyes. He was the kind of guy who knew he was good looking and used it to his advantage as much as possible, which is probably how he made partner. I had played coy in the car. Of course I knew who Will was, all John does is talk about work, the partners and how he can make partner. Will was one of those guys who was a little cocky and a little bit of an asshole, but with his charm, his success forged ahead. He had just ended his second marriage due to irreconcilable differences, which means his wife was finished putting up with other women. She got her severance package from him and moved back home to Florida, which I was pretty sure was part of the agreement so as to keep his professional life in tack. A Wife's Revenge Ch. 01 I'm finding out that I tend write a BTB story for fun when I come into repeated contact with arrogant and totally full of themselves assholes. It has been of either sex, different ethnicities, religions, ages, or socio-economic groups. Someone who lies about anything to get people inflamed, who doesn't give a shit about anybody else but himself or his/her buddies. Idiots who cheats and steals, goes after the weak or the disabled too. I'm talking about jerks. Narassistic personalities really piss me off. When they get theirs, like the guy who raised the price of the drug and then got arrested for securities fraud, I feel a level of satisfaction. That's when I say that there is a god... ***** Discovery and Cold Revenge "OK, we've been collecting information on them for months. We've come up with a plan. Before we start, you're all with me on this?" On the surface it looked like I had been beaten down and gave up. It was 11 months ago when I got home two hours early from my Saturday MBA class. Bret, my 35 year-old husband of two years was fucking one of the teachers from the school where he was the principal. I stood there, motionless, in disbelief after I followed the noises to the bedroom. I have no idea how long I was standing there when he saw me. I didn't even know if I made a noise. When he looked at me he laughed while she kept riding him. That's when she laughed to. It wasn't a nervous laugh, it was an 'I got him and you don't bitch' laugh. This was not the kind of marriage I wanted to have. For months he had been pressuring me about inviting others into our bedroom and I kept politely refusing. I tried to find other ways to keep the sexual and emotional spark in our marriage alive, but it was an uphill battle. His whole focus in our marriage was becoming more mechanical, more sexual highs for him. He wanted me more slutty. I was no longer a person, no longer a wife, no longer a partner in a marriage. He wanted to make me into a whore, a cheap trick. No love, no caring, just him getting off and power plays. And his demands kept escalating. As they continued to laugh, I turned and left the room. In 2 minutes I was out of the house. By Monday I was in a lawyer's office starting the paperwork to dissolve my non-existent marriage. The asshole strung me along in the divorce until I showed him that every additional lawyer hour he was dragging out of me meant he was reducing his own take by $300, and we were down by $10K so far. He liked to show who was in control, who was in power. He only backed off when it began to hit his pocket book and he felt that he had humiliated me enough, had broken my spirit. It's not like there was much money to begin with. We had pretty decent salaries, but we had bigger expenses and debts. He wanted the big wedding, and he got it. He wanted a big house, he got it. He wanted that new Mustang, he got it. Then I guess he wanted everything else too. Not the kind of life I wanted to live. The house had a little bit of equity, but not enough for any real money after a sale. It looked great and would appreciate. He was all about things looking great. Chloe was the 2nd grade school teacher in our bed. Blond and was pretty, and 5' and 85 pounds. Probably had to hold on to a hand rail if there was a strong wind. I'm from peasant stock, strong and solid but not fat by any means. Then again, I'm not an air head or arm candy or ready to whore myself out to keep a shit of a husband. It took 8 months, but the divorce finally happened. He got the house and its payments, the outstanding debt from the wedding, his decently sized 401Ks and his 2 year old Mustang. I got my student loans, my ratty 1999 Saturn, my clothes and my freedom. It was worth it. I had a job and my graduate loans were my only debt. He was leveraged to the hilt but he had all the toys, including the one in his bed. I've been going to night school for the past 2 years to get an MBA in finance while I worked as a lower level accountant. I knew where I was heading. He was a very popular principal in the local school district. His plan was become superintendent in a year or two when the current one was going to retire. Then it'd be 5-7 years here then on to the next district. His plan was to keep trading up with more experience to larger and larger school districts with larger salaries. He had the politics down pat. That's how he made principal. There were better qualified people, but he played the game better. Making $90K now in this district as a principal, he'll hit $135K as beginning superintendent. That would only happen if he stays employed and clean. My gift to him was that I was going to change that last bit. Waiting for the divorce to be completed was a requirement. There was no way I was going to pay him alimony. I kept all of my planning quiet until after the marriage was legally over. Then I kept it quiet for another couple of months after that to make him think he won and I moved on. This was revenge served cold. Since that day I caught them, we've been collecting information on them both. My two sisters and I have made this our plan that very same day. We weren't going to make anything up but expose what was there. When I left that day, I pulled his work laptop and handed it to my sister May's husband Rob. Rob's our family's resident computer geek. He's not a network admin, just supports a couple of accounting packages at his work. He's a user that kept moving up the 'food chain'. If he doesn't know something, he researches it or asks his friends, the 'net' or the Network Admin communities. It isn't what you know, it's what you can find out and who you can talk with. I caught them at 11 AM on a Saturday when I was supposed to be at class. The class ended early because the prof became ill. After leaving the house, I drove around for an hour to just try to clear my head. Murder was out, but that was a barely just out. I kept telling myself to calm down, get a handle on things. Found an unoccupied Forest Reserve Picnic Grove and parked. It really helped to get out of the car and yell and scream and beat my fists on the park benches. It must have been 20 minutes of just unleashing the tip of my rage and anger and hurt. I knew I wasn't finished with what was going on inside of me, but it was enough to go on. That's when I called May, my older sister. May immediately asked me to come to her home and talk. By the time I got there, my other sister Liz was waiting for me. Did I ever talk. I'd been struggling to keep the marriage alive, but his narcissism couldn't be overcome. That's the final analysis of the situation after 3 hours of talking. MBA classes train you in doing the analysis of facts and going forward from there. Sisters and other family are there to do the listening and working through of feelings. This last part was going to take longer. It was also going to be much tougher, even with the history of our problems. One thing I learned in life, don't bury anything big. Don't bury loss. Grieve and try to grow and heal. If you don't do that, it'll come out later and warp your life. I never got a chance to move to my own place. May and Rob wouldn't hear of it. An illegal furnished basement apartment in their house gave me space and solitude. Going upstairs gave me family and communal meals if I wanted or needed it. Sometimes I went upstairs. Sometimes I stayed downstairs. Sometimes I was yanked up for a meal and to be with people I loved and who loved me. Stability, love and caring helps you to heal, and I got plenty of that plus so much more. Both of my brothers wanted to be in on the action to take Bret down. Rob and my other brother-in-law Eric wanted to do that for years. Later that first Saturday evening, I was drained, drained beyond belief. I collapsed alone on the couch. I needed to be alone, I knew that I had to give myself a break. Netflix gave me some 90's sitcoms to numb my mind with. That and two vodka gimlets helped bring me up to miserable. That was quite a bit better than I had been that day. By 9 PM, Rob walked over to me with Bret's work laptop that I conveniently 'borrowed' as I was going out the front door. Rob was grinning from ear to ear. I looked up to him and asked "Well? Did you find anything good?" I needed some hope in my life. "Lucy, do you want the short version or the longer version?" I nodded yes. He chuckled at my answer. Confused, then it hit me, answering yes to an either-or-question. Then I mouthed 'short' and he smiled and I laughed at me. "As a school principal, Bret was doing a lot of porn surfing. On their machine, on company time and on their network. Remember that last part. Most of it wasn't straight laced porn. He was looking at kinky stuff, and three and four-somes were most common from what I can tell. There were more pages I saw that would take more time to investigate. Lots of chat rooms. I wonder how he found time to be a principal? "As you know, asshole is technically inept. He thinks that erasing history on his browser is all he needs to do. Even if he destroys the laptop, he won't be able to hide his browsing history from the network. He won't take into account the network admins and what the network records. "He also had pictures from some of his 3 and 4 ways with Chloe. I don't know who these people are, but we need to find out. Looks like he may have stored some of his porn on the network." I got a smile on my face. That was a huge crack in his armor, something that could cause his entire career path to go down in smoke. All because it was something he shouldn't have been doing. I love the public sector and schools. Don't mess with anybody's kids, especially in this town. Rob continued, "And you also know he won't spend any money to hire someone to reset your dsl internet connection and permissions at the house. I set up the system for you three years ago. "Today, I started by copying everything on this laptop to an usb drive. I called a friend and got some spyware and installed it on his work machine. I'll be able to monitor what he's doing until he completely refreshes that laptop or they run an in-depth scan. I ran a scan on it and it was loaded with malware crap. I left it that way. Looks like he never ran a scan on it. Unless it dies a natural death, I don't think that a scan will happen. "You'll need to return this laptop to the house for him to find later. Do you still have his old laptop in the basement?" I nodded yes. "Then get it and we may use it somehow when we get a plan together. Do you still know your neighbors very well? Can you ask them to see when Bret's car isn't in the driveway?" I was always on great terms with my neighbors. I also knew that they had a problem with Bret. I immediately made a phone call to them and they agreed to give me a call when his Mustang left the driveway. Got that call Sunday morning at 9:15. Bret was going to church services. He didn't care anything about religion. He was there to increase his standing in the community and look pious and upstanding. Was everything he did for show and politics? Does a bear shit in the woods? That's when my 2 sisters and their husbands, May and Rob, and Liz and Eric went into action. A pickup truck, 25 empty boxes and a 2 hour window of opportunity was all I needed when we showed up at what used to be my home. I took everything that was mine that I wanted. I left him the student era furniture and anything I hated or we bought or got together. I was moving into May and Rob's basement apartment. He'd stay away from me there. Bret always hated Rob. He had reason to be afraid after Rob saw him threating me very badly once. Rob pulled him on the side to talk with him. Only because there were witnesses, Rob didn't talk to him with his hands. Instead, Rob told asshole that if he ever did anything like that again, he'd be toast. The marriage had already been going down the tubes. It just bought me some more time for me to accept that fact. When I caught them fucking, there really was no decision to be made. It was over except for the yelling. That morning I was moved out and the laptop was placed under the couch where he normally 'stored' it. I grabbed the financial papers, tax records and other legal documents. I always handled that side. I needed to put in a permanent change of address and cancel the credit cards that we had in common. I'd grieve later, survival was first. Today, it's been over 11 months since finding them fucking. We'd been collecting information - System Knowledge about the Dynamic Dual. Get as much information on the system to put a plan in order. We started out with Bret, his lover Chloe and their 'friends'. We found out everything we could. Google searches, Facebook friends, Linkin. We searched for people who hung out at the same places. We didn't leave very many stones unturned. We did this for everybody we studied. We also looked at the people on the School board and the local parents group that's massively involved with the school. She was a 2nd grade teacher and we needed to know who was in her class, their families and their friends. Who knew who, who trusted who, who did they know, who could we get an in with. Who had power or would raise a stink. New business software from my classes helped chart this information. It was a little difficult to learn, but that knowledge will come in handy in the future. The people at the school were also on the list. His immediate staff, the others that reported to him and the teachers in general were researched. All this was done quietly. He was very popular with the parents and the school board. He was a terror with the teachers, staff and their very lean tech group. We found out who were his friends, their friends and those who frequent their bar topped off our research. We had identified his 3 and 4 some partners too. As we assembled the information, we kept juggling plans, angles of interest, added plans for future information to collect. The plan was to be fluid before we started and would change as it moved on. This was no longer about ego or anger. It as a Project, and I was the Project Manager. From all of this I realized that the best thing for me and this marriage was to end it. The best thing for everybody else was to expose Bret and Chloe's actions. Let them hang themselves. I didn't need to make anything up or plant anything. Even with him being a two-faced bastard that cared nothing about anybody else but himself, I was still going to want to look in the mirror each morning and see someone with integrity. We got enough information to get a clear picture of the little love couple. She went after him and boasted about it to her 'friends'. He lapped it up and had her bring in a couple more people for his three and four-some. They'd been at it for months before I saw them at it. We found out that two of them were teachers at his school. Chloe was a jealous, vicious bitch with a daddy complex. She was in debt up to her eyeballs, emotionally weak, thin skinned, impulsive and immature. She had burned her bridges to her family years ago. She also had the 'short person syndrome'. Always had to prove she was better, even when she had no need to. By the way, did I mention vicious and impulsive? That was music to my ears. For months we looked and evaluated their weaknesses. We found where people were seriously pissed at them. We saw where their actions, individually or together, would cause them emotional, social or financial harm. We had plenty to work with. I was counting on his narcissism and her immaturity, and it provided us a series of openings. We chose carefully, laying out probabilities and risks. There were loads of areas in which we took a pass. Those areas may have exposed us, or wasn't worth the effort or would hurt innocent people. Sometimes the plan would hurt not so innocent people. Our plan had to primarily target the assholes and the assholes alone. We tried hard, but there was no way to determine if there was going to be any collateral damage for the not-so-innocents. We did the best we could. The act of planning was great. It gave me purpose, experience and helped me to heal. The more I found out about him, the better I felt about what I was doing. To have him face the consequences of his actions would cause his removal from current and ensure that there would be no future schools. The information we collected gave me reasons for leaving. Showed me that he was not worth reconciliation. It would be a wasted effort if I had been inclined. He was a jerk, but it's still difficult to end a marriage. I'll be 31 in a month and starting out all over again. That will be OK. I can do that. The other thing was that it was great to put the skills from my degree to actual use. "Well, are we all in?" I got a wonderful round of "Let's get the assholes". We clinked our wine glasses in a toast. Somehow it was appropriate that we were toasting with a dark Sicilian red. An expensive wine that Bret liked. Eric started off with his part. "We all agreed that Lucy should have no fingerprints in any of this. Right?" There were 4 nods yes. "It also can't come from May or Liz either. Right?" More nods. "First thing, we'll start on his relationship with Chloe. The trust thing between them has to stop. Her thin skin needs to be damaged first and then their bond will unravel and break. "They hang out at Barleys on Main Street near downtown. I've got a couple of Marine buddies passing through in a couple of days for a week. They've agreed to help. They've got pictures and video of him and her so they know what they look and sound like. Lucy, one more time, what does his scar look like?" Bret was shaving his pubs one day in college while drunk. "It's a nasty 3" scar on his cock, lengthwise. It wasn't deep, but it's noticeable. Is that enough Eric?" "Great cause my buddies are going to be talking shit to each other in the john when asshole's in there. The other thing you told us is that he isn't cut. They'll make noise about her complaining that he doesn't keep clean for her." I winced. That was true for me. The four of them chuckled. They'd heard it all before. "They'll also talk about an imagined 3 way they had with Chloe that weekend. And that she dissed him the entire time. That was when she was at her cousin's in Battle Creek for that wedding shower. She was at the Courtyard by the highway. Good start?" We all nodded. "Should fuck up the rest of his weekend. "By the way, I've got two people that'll be at the bar with their cell phones recording things for us. We won't be completely out of the loop." It was now Rob's turn. "This was like shooting fish in a barrel. One of my buddies is friends with the Network Admin at the school district. The Admin really hates the asshole. It only took one offhand comment when they were out drinking at a bar. My buddy said that I should've seen his eyes light up. Knew immediately what should be done and how to make it hold up in court. With a little bit of discussion, he agreed to not expose him immediately, just not yet. "Since then, the Network Admin's been collecting the network history files and doing it for presentation to the School Board, and the police. Asshole may have gone to sites that he shouldn't have, that nobody should have. "The other thing, asshole doesn't know about the network copiers and his photo quality color printer. How many of you know that those new machines tend to save everything that is printed or copied in its very big hard drive? "EVERYTHING." Rob stared at us. We were stunned. Big brother owns the copiers too? Rob continued. "I don't know all the details, but I do know that each page is recorded with time and date. Bret's been printing photo quality pictures of himself, Chloe and some of their 3 and 4 ways. Looks like some weren't posed. Looks like some of their other partners didn't know they were being recorded. This is going to hit the fan. There won't be any way to deny this to the School board. The ID of the computer is also attached to the record. So even if he kills the computer, he's still toast. A Wife's Revenge Ch. 01 "All the Admin wanted was the go ahead then a chance to see the asshole go down in flames in front of his eyes. Asshole wouldn't be the first to flame out at the school district. I guess that they never learn to not piss on the people under them. "At this point, the Admin has got enough to make the asshole a major embarrassment to the school board. Nobody could recover from that, not in the public sector, not at local schools. My buddy says that that Admin will be leaking it to the local paper too. Thank god for the Freedom of information act, and parents who want good people in their schools. There won't be any code of silence on this one." My eyes turned to my sisters, May and Liz. They were really smiling. May started first. "You wouldn't believe ... well you probably will. That Chloe bitch, pardon my French..." Everybody chuckled. May has had a potty mouth since she was 15 years old. "She's been going after taken and married guys since junior high school. Goes after anybody else's 'property'." She paused and with a shit-eating-grin continued. "And I was able to find and talk with three of her recent previous lover's partners, two girlfriends and a wife. One of them will be going to handle this next part. "Just like Eric, Chloe is going to overhear about how a couple of women were bangin' Bret while she was out of town last weekend. They'll be using some of their out-of-town relatives that are only in for a wedding. If I remember correctly Luce, Bret likes to do the dirty deed doggie style?" I nodded yes. "Good, that's what they know. With that and the scar, he's uncut and doesn't keep clean... they'll take it from there. Chloe is going to hear how he kept dissing her." She smiled and took another sip of wine, "I love catty women with attitudes. For the first time, she'll be on the receiving end." Liz started to speak. "I was able to talk with Rick, a boyfriend of a girl in one of their three-ways. Looks like Diane did it behind his back. When he found out, he immediately dumped her. It appears that he had bought her a ring and was going to ask her to marry him. "He initially wanted revenge on Diane. Then I told him about some of the things that Chloe and Bret had done to others and that they got Diane stinking drunk. He softened a bit, still angry, but visibly softened. That's when he said that he'd only go after Bret in the dark when Bret was alone. For Chloe, he'd figure out something else later. He knew before I spoke with him where and when Bret and Chloe will be. He is very patient. Very visible black and blue marks to Bret's face administered in the dark is his plan." Very quietly Liz added, "Good thing that I don't know about that. "Diane and I have a mutual friend, and I had my friend talk with her. It wasn't what it first appeared. She didn't want to lose her boyfriend. And Diane was a friend of Chloe's and Chloe told her that this is what her boyfriend demanded. He was supposed to be there later that night. Rick never knew anything about any of this. It was just Chloe getting another partner to share with Bret. Diane moved out of town after she got dumped. Couldn't face anyone. Tricked to be a pawn in somebody else's game. That's low." We spoke about the other areas of attack that we had ruled out. Damaging his car, damaging the cars or the reputations of their other sexual partners while they were at it. We found out the ones that were married, and did it on the side without their partner's knowledge. That'll be their problems if it all comes out. There were other things that we nixed, but had a fun time planning it out. Leaking his information for scammers, giving away his user names and passwords for his financial accounts. We looked at giving him a month of cloth diapers. That would put him on dozens of lists and marketing plans. Getting sex toys sent to his office at the school. His secretary opens all the mail and packages in front of everybody. We didn't feel responsible for any of the pictures that were on the copier's hard drive. That was out of our hands and would be traced directly back to him. If those pictures become public, there'll be more fireworks in the future for us to see. It was time for me to wrap this up. "Summary. Saturday at Barley, Chloe overhears about Bret fucking other women. Next weekend or wherever we can set it up, it'll be Bret's turnabout Chloe fucking others. The sysadmin starts leaking info on that Monday and 9 days later on Wednesday, the school board meeting. I think that it is going to be fun weekend, isn't it? We need to be in a very public place far away from that bar. How about going out for Greek at Spiros Saturday evening?" A Wife's Revenge Ch. 02 "May, flag our waiter Nick down and order another bottle of roditas. Eric is squeezing the empty one dry and I think that he's gonna hurt his hands." We all laughed. Being slightly tipsy, we watched a much more tipsy Eric try to 'wring' more wine out of our third bottle. It was pretty funny. Rob was the DD tonight and I know that May has a bottle of Knob Creek waiting for him as payment for when we all get home. The 5 of us were eating at our favorite Greek restaurant, Spiros. Across town, our plan to payback my ex and his whore Chloe was starting to unfold. Tonight, it was several unknown women talking in the bathroom when Chloe was present. They were going to be getting into detail about fucking Bret when she was out of town. How he was dissing her the entire time about being a lousy lay but that she was only great at pimping partners for his 3 and 4 ways. They'd gossip about how he boasted how well he could lie to his live-in girlfriend, until he found the next one with more money and better tits. Chloe was self-conscious about not being well endowed. That would start to derail their little love nest, pounding all her buttons. It was toward the end of the meal when May got a call. She held up her hand for us to be quiet as her face became very serious. She put another finger in her other ear to hear better in the noisy restaurant. She was quiet, but the intensity of her face quieted us completely. We couldn't tell if it was good or bad news. Finally, she said her good byes and turned to us. "We're going to need a change of plans. Rick and Diane both showed up - individually. Diane confronted Chloe on getting her drunk and telling her that her boyfriend Rick wanted the 3-way. She didn't want to be part of it, but didn't want to lose him. She started telling Chloe off and Chloe started denying it. A couple of minutes later, Chloe had enough and started taunting Diane about getting her drunk and fucked. It quieted the entire bar. Chloe was getting louder and louder when Bret tried to break the two up. Being a little bit drunk, he slipped and shoved Diane to the floor." May stopped and smiled. "Diane's ex-boyfriend Rick appeared out of nowhere and kicked asshole in the balls while yelling at him to never hit a woman. The crowd didn't have to pull Rick off. I guess he learned something in his Criminal Justice classes. A classic case of an active defense of a woman being 'attacked' by a man in public. "Chloe started to talk about calling the cops. Rick started laughing then told everybody that an arrest would include the whole episode and would be in a POLICE REPORT, A PUBLIC DOCUMENT. It'd be all over town before they even got home. We all know that the last part is bullshit to a point. It would take several days, but I guess that it worked. "Shocked the fuck out of both of the assholes. They were visibly shaken. Looks like they never thought that all they were could ever come out of the shadows. Meanwhile, Rick and Diane quickly and quietly left together, holding onto each other. So far some good has come of this, besides your divorce Luce. Bret and Chloe retreated to the back of the bar and slipped out the back about 5 minutes later before anything more happened. "All the set up for Chloe went down the tubes. It didn't happen." We got that 4th bottle on wine and finished our meal. Then we moved on to coffee and dessert. That's when Eric's, May's and my phone started receiving pictures and video files from people that were at the bar. We finished up desert quickly and left Spiros to regroup at May and Rob's house. Now was the time to plan the next step after we reviewed what we've received. We downloaded several of the video files to my laptop and plugged it into my 27" 'divorced woman in grad school sized hand-me-down' lcd tv. The show couldn't have been better. There on the dance floor of the bar, their dirty laundry was aired. We could see others recording the scene too. Diane was really tearing into Chloe about the things that Chloe's done to her and other people. She named the multiple boyfriends that Chloe targeted to put a notch on her belt. How Chloe bragged about getting any man she wanted, the lies she told, the boasting of wanting and getting Bret, Chloe's 'true love'. It was 10 minutes of what a piece of shit of a person Chloe was. Then she went full force into how Chloe now was just a pimp. It was the pimp comment that we saw a change in Chloe's face. It hit a nerve. That's when Chloe let loose. At the top of her voice, she was totally unaware that she was being recorded by at least 4 different people. The videos showed the rest of the bar become silent and watched. Chloe was vicious. We played the same scene several times. "...Your beloved Rick didn't want a 3 way, but you were tossing all the beers I gave you to help your 'nerves', you chicken shit. You drunk dumb fuck. You believed me? Bret got your clothes off long after Rich didn't show. How fucking stupid could you be. I'll still get your beloved Rick into my bed later just to fuck with you more. Nobody ever fucks with me and gets away with it. Just suck it up bitch, you lost big time and you're going to lose again." Then Chloe spat at Diane and started to raise a hand to slap her. That's when Bret got between them. It really looked like Bret was going to shove Diane when he lost his footing on a spilled beer and knocked Diane down. A 6' 1" man and a 5' 4" woman? It really looked like he was going to do her harm. This was not going to be an up and shut case for an accident. Bret's actions looked willful. The next bit happened in less than two seconds. Bret stablizezed like he was on ice and caught himself from falling. Then out of nowhere, Rick's foot landed into Bret's groin. You could hear the thud in the videos. Comparing several of the video files, it looked like Rick was originally going to go after Chloe after she spat. But Bret became the target since Bret ended up over Diane after she hit the floor and went down. The look of surprise and pain on asshole's face was amazing. He screamed like a little girl. I particularly enjoyed seeing my ex get kicked in the balls. I was figuratively kicked 11 months ago. He was literally kicked. Same level of pain. There's little difference on the receiving end. All I could remember was how I felt when the two of them laughing at me while they were fucking our bed. This didn't go according to our plan, but Phase One was a success. With the others at the bar recording the confrontation, the spitting and taunting by Chloe, the attempted slap and knock down of Diane, it was so much better. Some of the files I received were from people that we hadn't spoken to but that I knew. What was amazing was that people wanted me to see this. Seeing Chloe tell the world what she and the asshole did was so satisfying. This wasn't in the plan. It was beter than out plan and I really liked it. We got a couple of phone calls. May was told that the women in for the wedding were disappointed they didn't get to act. They'd been rehearsing and several of them had been actors in high school and college. They were looking forward to it. However, they did enjoy the show. Others just wanted me to know what happened. I got several copies of some of the video. It cc addresses in the email it the files were addressed to kept on increasing. Now the five of us had to evaluate what should happen next to those lovebirds. The thing about going into battle, either a market with a business plan, or an actual battle with troops, the battle plans become outdated 5 minutes after the battle starts. It gets immediately revised on the fly. Having researched all we could, we were able to adjust our next steps. We'd get to change our possible objectives because as some of the ols ones had been wondrously attained. None of us are lawyers or cops. But to our uneducated eyes, this looked dicey. Sexual relations with a very drunk woman can be considered rape. Procuring women for sex is also a felony. Even very legal 3 way sex was not how principals and second grade schoolteachers should be in the public eye. None of this stuff would look good to a school district, or parents of young children. We decided to put off making any decisions for now. We need to contact Eric's buddies to be on hold for a while. The biggest part was to see what happens at the school this week. All of us checked the other addresses on the emails, and we saw some very familiar names. We recognized two school board members, the PTA head at Bret's school, several of the parents in Chloe's 2nd grade class. The best addresses had the local paper's website as the email server. It's gone viral now. We started to do Google searches on those two for video, and at least one copy was on line under the title of 'School Teacher Pimp and Whore'. Tuesday night May and Rob, and Liz and I met to pull our knowledge and discuss what to do next. Eric had to work late. Rob found out that the Network Admin had a medical emergency. He collapsed at home on Saturday and was rushed to the hospital. He was in Cardiac ICU and will be totally out of the picture for the near future. May had a friend at the school that's a substitute teacher. She's low on the radar and high in the grapevine. This was perfect, low friends with access to high places. We found out that on Monday morning, the shit hit the fan at school. Bret and Chloe showed up at work to a series of stares and people laughing and turning away. Their performance at the bar was widely circulated at the school. On Tuesday, Chloe called in sick and Bret stayed in his office. When he was walking in or out of the building, most people stared at him or looked away. We decided to hold back on Eric's Marine buddies. We'd make a decision later in the week, but we didn't think that we were going to need to use them. Enough was happening. With the videos making the rounds, this was picking up speed on its own. We only had to make sure that it wasn't going to get derailed. I'm feeling that we may have seen the start of an avalanche by rolling a rock down the hillside. On thursday at noon, May got a call from her friend at the school. The entire school's network was unavailable from Wednesday morning till Thursday morning. Both Bret and Chloe were taking some sick time and a temporary principal was appointed. Rumors had him escorted from the building with his things in a paper box Thursday morning. This couldn't be immediately confirmed. There was a notice that a temporary network admin was assigned from the School district. We decided to wait and see what happens. On Saturday I checked with my ex-neighbors and they stated that the Mustang hadn't moved since Thursday morning. I would occasionally get a call from some of my friends telling me that what they heard. The five of us decided to just wait and see. The local paper came out on Tuesday with a story about a new principal being appointed to Bret's school. No mention was made as to why or what happened to Bret. May's friend was permanently assigned to Chloe's second grade class. She asked, but was given no reason for the change of teachers except that Chloe was 'taking some time off'. Eric attended the School board meeting. The video had made the rounds and the School Board was fighting a rear guard action. The district's lawyer was present attempting to calm things down. The board reported that a principal and a teacher handed in their resignations on Thursday morning. None of their actions had anything to do with any of the children at the school. My old house was listed for sale in the next week's local paper. Several months later, the paper reported the sales price to be what was owed when I walked out the door. He had to have lost money, between the sales commission, taxes and prorated taxes. Then there were several months of unemployment. Chloe left town two weeks after they resigned. Internet searches found her someplace in California. Her Facebook account was cleaned as much as possible. She unfriended all that she could. Rumor had it that she changed her name by a marriage of convenience, and then was divorced in a year. Internet searches on Bret or Chloe always came up with several links of the video. I doubted that either of them could remain in school systems. Their reputations would be toxic. The house being sold was closure for me. It came at the time I was graduating with my MBA. I had accepted a position with an investment firm for my financial analysis and Project Management skills. My life has moving on. I've just started dating again. I look at myself in the mirror each morning and respect and like what I see. That was the best thing from my marriage. Besides the love and support of my family, self-respect cannot be ever taken away.