1 comments/ 177002 views/ 26 favorites A Tale of Two Sisters By: jclancy3 Jack didn't know why he kept driving so far just to see her, but something drew him toward Tracey's house every weekend for the past six months. Tracey lived with her family across the border -- about a four hour drive. Jack and Tracey met in college, and he enjoyed spending time with her. But now the long drive was getting to him, and he thought that this might be the last weekend he made the long trek north. It was a crisp, Autumn day, and as he pulled into the driveway, Tracey walked out of the front door to meet him. She looked great today. Her long, straight blonde hair reached down to her mid-back, just the way Jack liked it. She was wearing a flannel shirt and a worn pair of tight jeans that really accentuated her shapely hips. Her breasts bounced as she hopped toward his car. "Hi Jack," she said as she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Hey Trace, long drive," he said as he walked with her toward the door. "What do you want to do tonight?" "Well, Mom and Dad are going up to the cabin for the weekend, so I thought we'd spend some time at home and watch a video or something tonight after dinner," Tracey said. "Peg's here too, and she'll probably watch it with us." "That sounds great," said Jack. Peg was Tracey's younger, more energetic sister, who was a senior in high school. She was fun and very attractive, and Jack always looked forward to seeing her. She was also blonde and looked a lot like her sister, but the one major difference was that Peg was extremely well endowed, and wore what must have been a d-cup, if not a double d. He knew this made Tracey a little envious, even though her own b-cup breasts were more than adequate for him. Jack walked into the house and saw Peg laying on the family room couch watching TV. She wore a pair of sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt that was stretched out tightly over her chest. She jumped up when she saw Jack and ran over to him. She threw her arms around him, and gave him a big hug. Jack felt her warm, soft breasts on his chest as he hugged her. His cock started to twitch a little, and it embarrassed him. "So what are we doing tonight Jack?" Peg asked. He could tell that she was bored out of her mind. "Your sister and I are going to dinner, then we're coming back to watch a movie." "Can I come to dinner with you guys, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeze?" Peg asked, looking at her older sister. Trace shot Jack a look of minor irritation. "No problem," she said, looking back at Peg. "Let's go now." Dinner was good, and the wine helped loosen Tracey up so that she wasn't as annoyed with Peg. Peg was also drinking quite a bit for a girl her age, and Jack could see she was getting light-headed. She was kicking Jack under the table, and laughing at his jokes. After the short drive home, Jack parked the car in the driveway. He could see that the house was dark and the parents had left. Peg ran into the house first and bounded up the stairs. Trace followed her up while Jack stayed in the living room and decided to light a fire as there was a slight chill in the air. He grabbed a movie off the shelf and put it into the VCR. He turned toward the couch and saw that Trace had changed into a pair of sweats and a long-sleeved cotton shirt. She sat down on the couch and yawned. He noticed that she had taken her bra off which signaled that she was ready for bed. "You won't last long," he said, knowing that Trace never watched an entire movie without falling asleep about half way through. Peg had come down stairs and was banging around in the kitchen. He had no idea what she was up to, but assumed that she was making popcorn or something. He took the middle section of the couch with Trace on his left. He hoped that by leaving the right section of the couch open Peg would sit there instead of in the other chair. At least she'll stay up to watch the movie I just spent four bucks to rent, he thought. As the movie began, Peg came out of the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in one hand and three glasses in the other. She was wearing a tight pair of sweat pants and a tight, low-cut T-shirt that accentuated her more than ample cleavage. He noticed right away that she had removed her bra as well. He also saw that the chill in the air had brought Peg's nipples to attention. She plopped down as he hoped she would on the couch next to him, putting the bottle and glasses on the coffee table. "Gee, Peg. Thirsty?" Jack asked. Peg smiled. "I found this in the freezer. Must be left over from the New Year's Eve party. Just thought it would be nice to have a little during the movie," she said, as she poured three glasses and sent one down the table to Tracey. "Well, I'm sure you won't be able to handle much of that," he told Peg. "I guess I'll be watching this one alone!" With that, Tracey downed her entire glass and set it back down on the table. Peg followed her sister's lead. Jack immediately reached for the bottle and filled them both back up. He hated Vodka, but wasn't about to spoil their fun. As the movie went on, Jack noticed that the bottle was draining quickly. About mid way through, the Vodka was gone, and both Tracey and Peg were asleep on the couch next to him -- Tracey with her head on his lap, and Peg leaning on his right shoulder. He glanced down at Peg's chest and stared at her cleavage. He could see just about everything down her shirt the way she was leaning into him. God they're huge, he thought. He could see that Peg's skin was silky smooth, just like Tracey's. As he stole his longer than average glance, he could feel his dick harden under Tracey's head and hoped that she didn't wake up and notice. She was in a heavy sleep, breathing very hard. He reached down and put his hand on his girlfriend's left tit and started rubbing it through her shirt. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Peg he was touching. When he opened his eyes, he looked over and saw that Peg was awake and watching him feel up her older sister as she slept. Jack's heart jumped, but then he felt Peg's hand reach across and grab Tracey's breast as he had been doing. He looked at her in shock, and she put a finger up to his lips. "Shhhhh! Don't wake her up!" With that, his prick jumped into a full hard-on, and Peggy lowered her hand from Jack's mouth and placed it on the end of his bulge, which had just peeked out from under Tracey's head. She started to lightly knead his helmet through his khaki pants. Jack thought he was going to explode right there. What would Tracey think if she woke up and saw this? She'd freak out, of course! Kick me out of the house! And what did Peg think she was doing? His mind was swirling, and he looked back down at Peg's cleavage, which was heaving along with her heavier breathing pattern. He saw Tracey start to stir and let out a slow moan as Peg increased the pressure on her breast. He looked down and saw that Tracey's nipple was fully stiff and poking out through her shirt. Peg must have noticed too, as she started to play with it and make it harder. "Let's wake her up, Jack, and see what she does," Peg said as she looked up at him. "I bet she gets crazy when she's drunk." He could see Tracey start rubbing her thighs together and knew that it was only a matter of time before she woke up on her own. "OK, Peg, but don't get me in trouble," he replied. With that, Peg leaned over and kissed her sister on the cheek. Tracey's eyes fluttered a bit and opened just enough to see that it was Peg that kissed her. Jack's heart started pounding. Tracey looked up at him and smiled. She put one hand on Jack's lap and felt the rock hard unit under her head. "Wow, Jack, what have you been thinking about?" she said as she started to rub him. She ran into Peg's hand doing the same thing. She looked down at her chest and saw that Peg was active there as well. "Oh, I see, little Peggy's getting horny!" With that, Peg slowly stood up and stretched, her tits ready to burst out of her shirt. Tracey sat up straight and said, "let's go upstairs." Peg walked toward the stairs as Tracey got up off the couch and pulled Jack up with her. "C'mon, Jack, let's go to bed," Tracey said. Jack looked at her and followed her up the stairs. He saw a low light coming from the guest room and walked in to find Peg sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at her, then looked at Tracey, and finally looked back at Peg. She stood up and walked toward Jack. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, dropping it on the floor. As she rubbed his chest he felt Tracey rubbing and kissing his back. With that, he stepped aside and left Tracey and Peg standing across from each other, both of them obviously aroused. "Maybe you should help Peg get ready for bed, Trace," Jack said. Tracey nodded and pulled Peg's t-shirt over her head. Jack watched as her huge breasts bounced and tumbled out of the shirt. They were incredible -- huge light pink areolas as wide as the mouth of a beer mug with stiff, dark pink nipples about the size of the tip of his thumb sticking straight out from the middle of them. Tracey knelt on the ground and started to pull Peg's sweats down. She looked up and said, "Oh my God how did you get such huge tits. They're incredible." She pulled the sweats down and stood back up. Tracey grabbed Peg's tits, pushed them together, and started to lick her nipples. "I see why you're always staring at my little sister, Jack," Tracey added. As Peg pulled Tracey's shirt off, Jack saw her familiar breasts jiggle out from underneath. Tracey took her own sweats down, and kicked them off into the corner of the room. Jack couldn't believe it. His girlfriend and her little sister both stood there, facing each other, in just their panties. Peg put her arms around Tracey, and as they hugged he watched their nipples touch each other. Then Peg's mammoth mounds engulfed Tracey's smaller tits and they started to kiss. Peg's hands reached down to grab Tracey's ass and she returned the favor to Peg. Jack stripped down completely and his cock was so erect that you could hang an axe on it. He walked up behind Peg and put his arms around her and Tracey, resting his rod on Peg's soft, warm ass. He and Tracey had Peg in a sandwich, and Jack was in heaven. Peg turned her head around to kiss Jack. With that, Tracey knelt down and took Peg's panties down to her ankles. She buried her face into Peg's blonde bush. Peg shivered with delight. Jack reached around and grabbed Peg's heaving breasts and started pinching her nipples. He pinched harder and harder, and realized that Peg was too drunk to feel any sort of pain. He then felt Tracey grabbing his dick and directing it between Peg's thighs. He couldn't believe it when he looked down between Peg's boobs and saw the head of his cock poking out from under Peg's bush as Tracey licked his helmet. Tracey looked up and saw that familiar look that told her Jack was ready to explode. She stood up and directed he and Peg to the bed. Peg jumped under the covers first and laid on her side facing away from Jack and Tracey. Tracey took her panties off and then slid in to bed next to Peg, spooning her from behind. Jack followed suit and pulled the covers up over the three of them. As Tracey was kissing the back of Peg's neck, he grabbed his still erect dick and pushed it between Tracey's thighs, finding the wet hole with his fingers. As he slowly pushed it inside of her, he reached over and massaged Peg's tits. Tracey slid her own hand between Peggy's legs and mimicked the motion of her boyfriend's cock as it made its way into her cunt. Peg and Tracey were both breathing harder and faster, and Jack knew he was about explode like he'd never done before. Just before he was about to start pumping, he pulled out and threw back the covers. "Both of you, lay on your backs," he said as he held on to his dick. "Hurry up!" Tracey laid on her back, and Peg quickly rolled over next to her. "Here is comes, girls!" Jack warned. The first couple of pumps coated Tracey's lips and chest. She instantly tried to lick it from her lips as Jack aimed his cannon at Peg. He saved the mother load for her, coating her face, most of her huge tits, and her stomach. Peg looked down and smiled. She then leaned over and started to smear Jack's jizz into her sisters chest. She coated her erect nipples and then sucked them clean. Tracey then leaned over her sister and pushed the cum from Peg's face into her mouth with her tongue as she rubbed the puddle on her stomach into the soft, smooth skin around her belly and hips. She then leaned over and sucked what was left off of her breasts. Jack sat back and watched the clean up. "Peg, get in the middle of Tracey and I," Jack said when they were done and started to lay back down. Peg and Tracey switched positions and Jack laid down this time behind Peg, resting his still erect cock up up against her back with his hand cupped over her right breast. Peg managed to get her hand on Tracey's tit before she fell asleep. As he started to drift off himself, he glanced over at the two blonde heads on the pillows next to him and realized that he'd definitely be making the drive up north again the next weekend. A Tale of Two Sisters My name is Susan, and I am a 36 year-old divorcee with no kids. I live in an apartment in the suburbs and I work downtown as a legal secretary. I have a sister, Sandra, and we have been very close since we were young. She is about two years younger than me, but now that we are in our thirties we look about the same age – very similar overall, actually. We are both brunettes, we both have green eyes, and we both used to wear a 36C before she had a child. Our parents had raised us in a very conservative home, so conservative that the only thing they ever told us about sex was not to do it until we were married. We never received a "birds and bees" talk from either of our parents, and the only way we learned about it was from our friends and television. Although we were never officially "taught" about sex, we both had still experimented quite a bit on our own. As sisters, we talked about everything, so we shared all of our sexual escapades with each other. I had been the first to engage in sexual activity, but I had been nervous to let it get beyond oral. Sandra, on the other hand, was more adventurous than I, and she had been the first to lose her virginity to a high school senior when she was 15. As we got older, we didn't talk about our sex lives as much, but it still would come up on occasion. Sandra would get a new boyfriend and she would tell me about some new technique he had tried on her. I had my first threesome (two guys) shortly after I graduated college and we talked about that in great detail. But the most memorable one (for me, at least) was talking about Sandra's first experience with another woman. Kate had been her name, and Sandra talked about her luscious lips and her gorgeous breasts. Sandra told me about how tender and passionately they had kissed, and how sparks flew as their tongues met and wrestled in each others' mouths. Kate licked and sucked on Sandra's breasts, and Sandra told me how wrong – yet amazing – it felt. All that was nice, but when Kate ate her pussy it was just so unrealistically good. Kate seemed to know exactly where to lick, where to touch, and when to do each, and Sandra described each of the three orgasms she had had while Kate was going down on her. We had talked about it on the phone, and while Sandra had talked about it I found myself getting so turned on. I had just gotten out of the shower so all I was wearing was my bathrobe, which allowed my hand easy access to my dripping slit. Sandra didn't know, but as soon as I got off the phone with her I had fingered myself to the biggest orgasm I had ever had. The most embarrassing part about it was that while I was fingering myself, I wasn't thinking about having just any woman do that to me. I was thinking about looking down and seeing Sandra's green eyes staring up at me as she devoured my pussy, seeing her hot brown hair swishing furiously as she worked her magic. Ten years later, I often wondered what it would be like to be with my little sister, so much so in fact that I decided to try to make it happen. Sandra is married with an eight year-old daughter, and we try to get together on a regular basis for some sister talk. It hadn't been happening as often as before. We were weekly at the start, kind of dropped to a couple times a month, and now we are lucky if we even see each other monthly. Sure, we still talk on the phone and text, but there is very little face-to-face time. But Sandra had been talking about coming over for a while now, so I decided to pursue it this time. When the date was set, I got ready. I went out and bought some toys and lube, not sure what to buy because I had never been with another woman before. I was sure the sales person would be able to help, but I was a bit timid about asking her for help. However, as I was walking toward the counter there was an item that caught my eye. I saw it from the back first and thought it was some sort of leather thong or something, but as I came around the front I saw a large pink penis sticking out of it. It was like something I had only seen in the lesbian porn I occasionally watched. The price was not too bad for an item in a store like this, so I decided to buy it. The lady at the counter had this knowing looking smirk as she rang up the strap-on, but remained professional as she gave me my total. When I got home, I put all the items in the drawer in my bedside nightstand where they would be easily accessible. Then I called up Sandra and asked her to bring a bottle of a nice cabernet or Riesling, and I put on some sexy red lace underwear underneath my white blouse and black skirt. I checked myself out in the mirror several times, making sure I looked good yet also somewhat sultry. When I heard the doorbell ring, I did one last check to make sure everything was in order before answering the door. She was wearing a pink silk blouse and tight-fitting blue jeans, and I quickly glanced at how nicely the jeans hugged her tight little ass. She was in her thirties, but her ass was still in as fine of shape as it had been in her young twenties. "Hey, old lady!" she said. "Hey, kiddo!" I replied as I hugged her, careful of the wine bottle she was holding in her right hand. I let her come in and she went straight to my kitchen, depositing the wine bottle on the counter before disappearing to the bathroom. Not wanting to waste any time on lowering our inhibitions, I opened the blue Riesling bottle and poured us a couple of glasses. As I finished pouring, Sandra came into the kitchen and smiled. "You read my mind. It has been a long week and I am ready to relax," she said. We retired to the living room and sat on the couch, sipping our wine. We traded gossip and talked about her daughter; just the small talk until the buzz from the wine started to kick in. It wasn't until about halfway through her second glass that Sandra started to seem a little buzzed. I decided to change the subject and try to lead the conversation where I wanted it to go. "So how are things with you and Paul?" "Oh, about as good as can be expected after ten years of marriage," Sandra said, taking another sip from her wine. "We have our little tiffs about the same old shit, but other than that things are fine." "And the sex?" Sandra giggled. "Of course you would ask that. We probably average about once or twice a week. He is still just as amazing in the sack as he was when we met." As we polished off our second glasses and Sandra went into the kitchen for refills, I was trying to think about how to make my next move. Lucky for me, Sandra ended up making it for me. "Shit!" I heard Sandra say from the kitchen. "What?" I asked. Sandra came walking back into the living room dabbing a napkin at her blouse, which was clearly forming a wine stain. "I opened the bottle too quickly and spilled wine all over my blouse. Do you have one here I could change into?" "Sure," I said. "You should get some bottoms too, because I think I also got some on my jeans." "No problem!" As Sandra started stripping down to her white lacy bra and panties, I couldn't believe my luck. Here I had gotten her down to her underwear without really even having to try. I walked to the bedroom, Sandra following behind me. I found a blouse in my size (that was obviously too small for her larger chest) and gave it to her to try on. As she tried to button it up, it became evident to her very quickly that it wasn't going to fit. "Sorry, I guess you have too much up there," I said, teasingly grabbing her boobs. Now Sandra and I were usually a bit playful with each other, but we usually didn't outright grope each other. Though she wasn't as taken aback as I thought she would be; maybe the wine was having some effect. I decided to try my luck again. "Your boobs have gotten quite a bit bigger than mine!" I said, feeling her up again. This time I made sure to rub my thumb across her nipple to see her reaction. There was a sharp intake of breath, which could have been a sign of discomfort but sounded more like a sign of arousal. I continued my assault on her tits. I kneaded her tits and pushed them together, running my fingers across her nipples. I slipped a finger underneath her bra and started rubbing her nipples directly. "Susan..." Sandra said, "we shouldn't..." "If you want me to stop I will stop," I said, hoping she wouldn't stop me. "It feels good, but you're my sister." "This will just be our little secret, sis," I said, pinching her nipple, eliciting a gasp and a moan. My other hand went down and started rubbing her pussy through her white panties. I could feel a wet spot forming. "We...can't tell anyone...about this," Sandra said, her breathing starting to become quicker and shallower. Not wasting any time, I undid the clasp and allowed her breasts freedom from the confines of her bra. I took her whole left aureole and nipple into my mouth and sucked, licking the tip of her nipple while it was in my mouth. "Oh my God!" Sandra exclaimed. While still sucking on her tit, I pulled her soaked panties to the side and started running my finger up and down her slit. She started bucking against my hand, rubbing her pussy against my hand and getting it all wet. I inserted a finger, then two inside her and started finger-fucking her while she continued to buck against my hand. My thumb found her clit – very hard and sticking out – and I started rubbing it. That took her over the edge and she came hard, bucking wildly and gripping my fingers tightly with her vagina muscles, her juices spilling all over my hand. "Was that good for..." I didn't get to finish. She just grabbed my head and kissed me passionately. Before I even realized it she had ripped off my blouse and put her face between my tits, pausing just long enough to pull my bra down so she could access my bare skin. Her kisses on the tops of my breasts, her hot breath in my cleavage added to the moisture already coming out between my legs. Sandra pulled off my skirt and panties with one motion and dove down and started hungrily ravishing my pussy. Her licks and sucks felt amazing, and I especially liked the way she darted her tongue in and out of my cunt. She lapped up my honey like a dog, just like in my fantasy. The images of my fantasy flooded my mind and I could feel a strong climax building inside of me. Before I went though, Sandra inserted her fingers inside of me and stroked the inside of my vagina, finding my g-spot after a couple tries. The blow of my climax nearly knocked me off my feet, and I had to grab the edge of the bed as my body shook with uncontrollable force. Sandra's mouth on my pussy, her fingers buried inside of me, her lovely green eyes looking up at me as she licked...all of it just felt too good. I collapsed into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Sandra sat down beside me and wrapped her arm around me, snuggling against my shoulder. "Wow," was all she said. "That was incredible." We just stayed like that for a few minutes, catching our breath and savoring the moment, Sandra in just her panties and me in an out-of-place bra. After a few minutes I started feeling frisky again, and leaned over to kiss her. As I did so I pushed her down on the bed and started kissing and sucking on her neck, nearly giving her a hickey. I reached over her to the bedside table and pulled out a long, red vibrator. I started kissing down her stomach and pulled down her panties slowly, letting my face linger over her love box long enough to get a strong whiff of her musky scent. I gave her pussy a playful lick before getting the vibrator ready. Her juices tasted good and I lingered a bit longer, licking and sucking on her lips. I put some lube on the vibrator and turned it on to its lowest setting. I started rubbing it against Sandra's labia, watching the folds of her outer lips part and start to get wet again. I received a moan for my efforts, and I responded by pushing the tip of the vibrator into the opening of her cunt. I turned it up a setting and rubbed it against the front part of her pussy wall, trying to aim for that special spot. I knew I had hit it when Sandra gripped the bed comforter with both hands and tensed up. "Oh, right there...right there...right...OH GOD!!" Sandra screamed and thrashed on the bed so loud I thought the people downstairs might hear her. She finally finished cumming and collapsed on the bed, and the vibrator fell out of her pussy. I picked it up and turned it off. It reeked of her woman cum and I licked it off, tasting her delicious juice. She sat up and took the vibrator from me, but I shook my head. "No, I have something else I want you to use on me," I said. I put the vibrator aside and reached in the bedside table, pulling out the strap on and some lube (I didn't know if I would need the lube...Sandra's wild thrashing orgasm had turned me on again already). Sandra got wide-eyed when she saw it. "Wow...you must have been planning this," she said. "Or at least you were planning on being with another woman." "No, I was really wanting to be with you. Ever since you told me about Kate I have fantasized about being with you. I came so hard the night you told me about being with her." "Sis, you need to see a shrink," Sandra said, and giggled. "Hey, I am not the only one committing incest here!" I said. "Now are you going to fuck me with that thing or not?" "Oh I will. I will give it to you nice and hard." She strapped it on and got it into position, and I was so horny I just got onto all fours and told her to just put it in me. She got behind me and grabbed my ass, and slowly inserted the pink plastic penis into my vagina. It was bigger than I thought; I could feel my cunt walls stretching to accommodate it. But I was so wet that it went in pretty easily. Sandra started out with a slow and steady rhythm, her hips moving back and forth as she fucked my pussy. After a few encouraging moans from me, she started to get into it and picked up the pace, pumping it in and out of me. As I started to reach what was going to be another earth-shattering orgasm, she started teasing me with it, pulling the strap-on almost all the way out, and then burying it to the hilt again. The sensations it was causing were incredible, and I could feel my climax coming ever so close. But Sandra knew I was close and wouldn't let me get there. "Sandra...oh...oh God...I want to cum..." "Not yet, sis. I want you to beg for it." "Oh...I can't stand it...any longer...please...I want to cum?" "Do you want to cum? Do you want to coat my cock with your love juice?" "Oh yes! I want to...cover your cock...with my cum! Please, I beg you!" "Alright then, you may cum." She started fucking me so fast and hard that I could feel the bed shaking with each thrust. She was pounding my pussy and I was pushing my ass back against her, meeting her thrusts. Finally, the pressure building inside me reached its breaking point and I screamed out as my pussy exploded around the dildo. We both melted onto the bed, completely spent from our lovemaking session. We cuddled up in a spoon position, and I fell asleep with my arms around her. When I woke up she had turned around and was looking at me. "I love you, sis," she said, and kissed me passionately on the lips, giving my ass a playful squeeze. And so ended our first of many sessions together. A Tale of Two Sisters A couple personal comments: I've gotten several emails about the morose character of my earlier story 'The Dentist'. A few have expressed an interest in Eugenie's side of the tale. I've thought that over, and think it's worth doing. To be sure Eugenie was pretty despicable, but maybe if we heard her we'd be a little less ready to start picking up stones. I have a couple more things too. I emailed Stang a few months back about adding to his story 'Circling the Drain'. He didn't say I couldn't so when that's finished I'll send it to him and see if he thinks it's OK. By the way; where has Stang been? I have two more interesting ideas outlined, and a couple things I never finished. Well try this one out, and tell me what you think. ***** Introduction. This is the first of four parts. It is a tale of infidelity, sisterly tension, and a nice if somewhat stupid man. I fully expect the full range of comments and criticisms, but try to show some forbearance in the earlier parts as you might castigate me for something I've allowed for later. All the parts are complete. I'll add one a day until they're all on board. There shouldn't be any big surprises; some of the aspects of the story are pretty formulaic, at least up to a point. This isn't a deliberate 'get even-revenge' piece; no btb stuff as one would normally, and here would want to expect, but there's enough pain I think to satisfy even the most sanguine among readers. It's a sad but happy piece; certainly no one would assert adultery and divorce are hoped for outcomes in any marriage, but there is always the possibility of redemption in the wake of any marital death. So Hope you read and enjoy it; expect the worst and hope for the best. A Tale of Two Sisters. Two sisters and one guy. There's a dark sky. It's Tuesday, October 9th, 2012; early autumn. I'm seated, scrunched down behind my car's steering wheel just a few spaces from the front of the apartment complex where my wife and I live. I just watched a guy I considered one of my 'so called' friends; not a best friend I say, leave by our front door. The guy's name is Allen Peterson, and I'd bet a cookie to a doughnut the reason he's leaving now is he just finished screwing my wife. My name is Gary Matthews. Allen's just leaving, to him he's probably right on time; I'm supposed to be getting out of class just about now. Its 9:30 p.m. and class doesn't usually get out until 9:30. It's a night class; one of three I still need to complete as part of my physician's assistant's credentials. Tonight when I got to the site where the class is convened I found out along with the other students the professor had been called away. As soon as we got the word I called my wife Marty. When I tried our land line it went to voice mail. When I called her cell she answered and told me she was at the Belk in Frederick looking for an outfit for a social gathering we were supposed to attend this Saturday. I decided not to tell her class had been cancelled. Normally I would have told her class was out and then stopped a while to have a beer with a few fellow students. I would've tonight too except lately I've had this creepy feeling that something just wasn't quite right in the old love nest. I mean something wasn't right with Marty and me. Tonight when Marty picked up on her cell it just didn't sound like she was out someplace; it sounded like she was at home or maybe someplace else private and it seemed to me someone might be with her. I could've been wrong but now I know I wasn't. My wife and I live west of Hagerstown, Maryland. The nearest Belk is in Frederick; a cool forty minutes from where we live. After I called it took me less than fifteen minutes to get to our front street. Her car was parked right where it was when I left, but right behind it was Allen's truck. That was over an hour ago. I've been sitting out front since a little before 8:00. He must have arrived right after I left. I don't know how else to call it, but this is probably it; the end of what I thought was a happy marriage and a promising life. I can't say for certain, but the way things have been shaping lately I knew there was something. I guess I found out. How do I know, or I should say what made me feel like she was fucking around? Where do I begin; let's see. For one I attend classes two nights a week, that's Tuesday's and Thursday's. Until a short time ago I was always greeted with all this love and affection when I got home; since I'd say three maybe four weeks ago that stopped. Now when I get home she's either in bed, in the shower getting ready for bed, or waiting for me so she can pick a fight. I know a few weeks doesn't sound like very long, but we've only been married since June 2011; that's hardly been a year and a half. The honeymoon shouldn't be over yet; she certainly shouldn't be making up excuses or picking fights this soon. Then there's the second thing. I'd say since August Marty's been getting steadily more irritable; like she's always trying to find fault, and it's not big things it's little things. She finds something stupid or irrelevant. She spots something, starts yelling, and then she'll use that as an excuse to avoid making love. Jesus she was so affectionate when we were dating and right after we got married. Damn, she was nothing but affection in July. It was August; yeah it was August when something started to happen. That's two, then there's three; Marty works at the Hagerstown Walmart during the day where she kind of walks around stocking shelves and fronting stuff. Lately she'd gotten her hours all out of whack. I have no idea when she's on or off. If I bring her schedule up she gets nasty. I know this; she isn't working more hours, she's working less! Then four! She's spending money! I mean she's spending lots of money; more money than we can afford. She's spending it on things she doesn't need like extra trips to the beauty parlor. The beauty parlor wouldn't bother me except I don't see any result. Her hair looks the same when she comes back as when she left. Shit she's only twenty-two; she doesn't need any dye jobs to hide the nonexistent grey, and her hair color hasn't changed. She's spending more money on clothes, clothes I never see, she seems to have more makeup lying around, and she spends more money on gas too. I know about the gas because I've seen the last two credit statements. I ought to check her mileage. I wonder where she's going. Fifth back in July she couldn't get enough of me, but now when I try to snuggle up she acts like I'm trying to rape her. Lately when we do get close enough for a little sex she acts like she's either too tired or just plain bored. I never thought I was Don Juan, but back in July she sure acted like it. Now she acts like I'm some zombie from hell. And then the other afternoon she started talking about how much she missed her girlfriends, and how she felt like she should spend more time with them. That made absolutely no sense to me since her girlfriends all work at the Walmart with her. I work all day and some nights as an RN. In terms of education that was the best I could do; that's why I'm in night school so I can better myself. OK I know I work a lot, I know I'm not home as much as I could be, but I'm trying to get ahead. I mean I'm working hard and going to school for the two of us. She works hard too, or she did. Then there's the sixth thing; I've been smelling alcohol on her breath lately, and I can smell smoke on her clothes too. I rarely drink, and before a few weeks ago Marty didn't either. Where is she going to get smoke on her clothes? I don't smoke. She doesn't smoke. I know; Allen smokes. That's another thing I just thought of. We used to take showers together all the time. Now whenever I get home she's already washed up. Why's that? Crap I don't want to be a snoop. I mean I know I'm supposed to trust her. She's my wife for Christ's sake. Look I know she's a good girl. Believe me I know she's a good girl. There's got to be some kind of rational explanation. Maybe she's planning something special for my birthday? I'd like to think that but my birthday's in May. So put it all together; I've got an non-communicative wife who cuts me off when I get home after school, a surly bitch looking for trouble, someone who works all kinds of new hours I can't figure out, money that either gets misspent or simply hidden, there's alcohol on her breath and smoke on her clothes. Shit she's bought new clothes, pretty clothes I never knew anything about. Talk about not knowing about anything. We used to talk all the time. We never talk anymore; plus I'm suffering from a severe lack of nookie, and there's too much money spent on gas. I've got to stop thinking about this. The more I think about it the worse it gets! Damn, put it altogether and we've got Travis Tritt's song "I smell t-r-o-u-b-l-e!" I know if I brought this up with say her parents or her sister; her sister, there's a bitch! I mean a real bitch. I say Virna's her sister, now that's a bitch as in b-i-t-c-h! If I brought it up with any of them they'd probably say she's pregnant. Well guess what! Women don't get pregnant and still have their monthly period. Marty has a brother too, but he moved away. Actually he's in the navy. What am I going to do? Well I know I'm not just running in there hollering and yelling and accusing her of shit I can't prove. I know something else too; if she is fucking Allen she's not getting away with it much longer. Well what do I do? I know one thing; I'm going to back up on this. I'm not some asshole. I've got to think this through. ++++++++++ See here, I live in western Maryland with my 'adoring beautiful young unfaithful wife' Marty. She's a hottie too; she stands a short 5'4", weighs in at maybe 120lbs, has black, I mean long and thick blue-black hair, nice tits, a great ass, and the greenest green eyes I ever saw. From what I've been told she was one popular little miss when she was in school; never got married though, that is never got married till she got me. She's got one hellishly vivacious personality. Everybody likes her. I mean everybody, well almost everybody, the bitch sister, yeah Virna, she hates her. Me I'm not exactly ugly. I come in at 5'11", 180lbs., light brown hair, and brown eyes. I've got a good body. I mean I'm well built; that's because of where I'm from and what I did when I was growing up. I grew up on a farm on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. I don't know who my parents were; the only thing I've got from them is a name. I heard they were killed in an automobile accident outside Milford, Delaware. Anyway there was this man who lived in Taylorsville just east of Ocean City. He found out about me and he and his wife agreed to take me in as a foster child. They raised me. I heard he wanted a son, but after two girls his wife cut him off so that's why they got me. Eventually he did get the boy he craved. Having a boy of his own blood didn't change anything; he treated me like I was his. He never adopted me though; I found out later as long as I was a foster kid they got some money. I couldn't blame them; they were poor as piss, but then all farmers poor mouth it. Once I turned eighteen they could have given me their name, but by then I didn't want to, the state of Maryland had a program where kids like me got financial assistance if they continued their education after high school. They would have adopted me, but they didn't have any money, and I wanted a better education. I needed the grant money. I went to Salisbury University till what money I had ran out. I did get a nursing certificate. I really always wanted to be a doctor. I'm not done yet. I won't say my foster dad was a tough task master; he was honest and even handed. Yeah he hit me just as hard with his left hand as he did with his right. I love those people; they didn't have to take me on, but they did. They fed me, cared for me, and I got a lot of love and attention. My biological mom and dad are dead, but my real life mom and dad are only a phone call away. That's where I'll start. I'll call them. ++++++++++ Hell before I do anything I have to go in that apartment. I decided to wait a while. I drove around. I drove by her parents, I drove by Allen's, and then I drove over to the Eagle's Nest. The Eagle's Nest is a bar-restaurant not far from where I live. It's a real shit-hole. Virna my bitch sister works there. Well I went in, sidled up to the bar, waved the bitch over and ordered a beer. 'Old Cow Eyes' took her good old time to get to me. She sort of smirked, "What another Pabst?" I asked her, "What's wrong with Pabst?" She kept that shit grin on her skanky face and replied, "You like to drink piss? Why don't you just go to the toilet and get it first-hand? It won't even cost you anything; just remember the wafer in the urinal isn't a mint." I frowned and growled back, "Just get me the beer bitch." She reached down and poured me a draft, "Here stupid." I took it, drank it, smirked, and answered, "I wanted a bottle." The lazy cow stepped a couple feet away, reached in the ice chest, pulled out a Pabst, twisted off the cap, walked back over and handed it to me, "There stupid I even opened it for you. I figure you don't have the strength or the brains to open an easy twist off cap." I gulped a couple swallows and retorted, "I don't see how a sweet little thing like my Marty and a skanky cunt like you could be sisters." She grimaced at me, "You are a stupid asshole." She got me. I asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" She smirked again, "You really are stupid." I got out my wallet, "What do I owe you?" She flipped me the bird, "Nothing, consider this charity." "Charity," I said, "I don't need any charity, certainly not from you." She started to walk away toward another customer, as she walked she said, "You better get home asshole. It's late in the season; but still not too late for crabs." I didn't want to continue the conversation, but I squeaked out anyway, "What do you mean by that?" By then she was with the other customer. I overheard the guy ask, "Who's that?" I heard her whisper, "Just my brother; the stupidest dip-shit in Hagerstown." I heard the guy reply, "Wow." I'd had enough of Virna. I so left. I still had an adulterous wife to contend with. Virna has been a nettlesome bitch since I've known her. I'd met her before I met her sister; my wonderful cheating wife. For a while Virna and I had gotten along pretty well. I thought she liked me; then like almost overnight she just disappeared, she just dropped off the radar. There'd be family parties and she wouldn't be there. If I saw her out anywhere she either ignored me or was coldly polite. Then recently, since early summer I guess it was like she showed up again, only not in a friendly way. She's one strange woman. I shouldn't care; she's a fucking whore piece of shit. ++++++++++ When I got home Marty was at the kitchen table waiting for me, "Where've you been?" "I stopped off with some of the fellas from class. We had a beer." She reared back, "You lying bastard! Virna called me. You stopped in to see her." 'Shit,' I thought, 'I'd stopped to get a beer.' I told my wife, "Look honey I just stopped in for a beer. Believe me the last person I wanted to see was Virna." Marty sort of hunched back. I didn't know; maybe she was going to fly into me, "You stay away from that bitch. Hear me?" "Sure I..." "Say it! Say you're going to stay away from her!" "OK, I'll stay away from her." Marty was really hot, and I couldn't understand why, "Say it! Say you're staying away from Virna!" "Shit, OK, honey. I'll stay away from Virna." Marty whipped me a reproachful glare, "Good," she got up and stormed off to bed. I just stood there in the kitchen like the asshole I truly was. My wife was fucking Allen Peterson. She'd probably just fucked him an hour ago, and what was I doing? I was apologizing for stopping in and getting a beer where her shitty sister worked. I got up, washed my hands at the sink, and started for the kitchen phone. No, I stopped. I better use my cell phone. ++++++++++ After I thought Marty had gone to sleep I talked to my foster parents. Mom said I should cut bait and move back home. She said she never liked any of the people out west anyway. West to her was anything west of the Chesapeake Bay. My mom wasn't sure if Oakland, Maryland wasn't where the Raiders played football. She's still fighting the Civil War; not the American Civil War, the one in England in the 1640's. She's even still pissed off that they built a Catholic Church up in Ocean View back in the 1950's. She'd kill me if she found out I had to convert to Catholicism before Marty's parents let me marry their daughter. My dad said I shouldn't rush into anything. He thought I ought to make sure. He said if I couldn't get any proof I should just ask her, if I didn't trust the answer then I should leave. One thing I was glad to hear; he said not to go off half-cocked, not to just go after somebody. He said not to get into any fights. He said if she isn't cheating I'd look like a fool, and if she was then she wasn't worth the trouble. Dad said he liked Marty, but I think he's confused because every time we talk he sounds like he's talking about Virna. Virna is almost as tall as me, she has black hair like her sister, but she's got light brown eyes, they're almost golden. She's skinny as a rail, no tits or ass at all, at least none that I've seen. I'll give the bitch credit though; she's got great hair, it's all black, thick and wavy like Marty's but hers hangs down way below her ass and that's when it's in a braid. Virna's got a kid too; a little girl named Tammy. Tammy's an adorable little girl; just turned five. She looks like her mom; only she's totally beautiful. Yeah in a way Marty and Virna are like two peas in a pod. Marty's a cheating whore wife cunt bitch and Virna's got a kid but she's never been married. ++++++++++ I got through work Wednesday. When I got home I found a note. Marty said she'd be out with her friends till about 9:00 p.m., and that I should fix something for dinner. That wasn't going to happen. I went down to the Eagle's Nest. When I got there Virna was just getting off. I grabbed a couple chairs at an empty table and called her over. She condescended to sit with me. Once we got settled I asked her, "Why doesn't Marty like you?" "She likes me well enough. She just doesn't like me with you." "Why's that," I asked her? She looked at me like she was sizing up a slab of bacon, "You're not much, but she thinks it's the first time she's ever beaten me at anything." "Beaten her? What'd she beat you at?" Virna stretched and I got to see she really did have tits; they looked pretty OK too. It occurred to me she always wore baggy clothes. Maybe that's why I never thought she had much. Virna told me, "Look we're sisters. I'm a little older, but not by much. Sisters always fight. They always compete. I think she thought I was interested in you." I wondered, "Were you?" She smiled, "What do you think?" I doubted that. I knew what was coming next. She was about to tell me how stupid I was. She was about to tell me how someone like her could never be interested in an asshole like me; that I was a dumb stupid shit. She smiled; then looked toward the door, "Oh my ride is here." I looked toward the front door and there was this huge guy. He must have been eight feet tall and six feet wide. He was walking toward our table. Virna got up, "I have to go. See you around," she looped her hand through Goliath's arm and sauntered off. She looked over her shoulder and smiled back at me as they left. I thought I saw her squeeze his arm a little extra tight. She leaned her head up against his shoulder. A Tale of Two Sisters The waitress came over, I ordered a bowl of chili and a bottle of Pabst, got out my school books, and started to study. I ate some of the chili, had a roll, studied stuff about the evolution of the human body and disease. It made sense, we live in a world where there's low mortality but high morbidity; that means few people die, but we're sick all the time. I felt sick right then. I was married to a woman I thought loved me, but I knew she was a lying cheating whore, and I didn't know what to do about it. That gave me pause; there was a guy in my evening class who'd just gone through a tough divorce but he said he'd come through it almost squeaky clean. Maybe I should ask him what he did. ++++++++++ So it's Thursday, October 11th, and I'm seated in class beside my pal Owen Westerfeldt. Owen's the guy who'd just divorced his wife. We sat through the first hour, we took notes, and we concentrated on what the professor was saying. He was lecturing us about the changes in diseases. He said sixty years ago everybody died of shit like pneumonia and other bacterial infections or they died of things like stomach ailments. Nowadays he said everybody died of shit like cancer, diabetes, or heart disease. He explained all these new diseases were preventable; all people had to do was eat right and exercise. It made sense, but I really didn't care. I was more worried about what my fucking wife was doing while I was taking notes on peoples' fatty livers. Actually I was wondering who else knew about what she was doing. I bet Allen was telling everybody; he has a big mouth, he probably already blabbed it all over town and I just didn't know it. I wondered what Virna meant by crabs? During break I got a hold of Owen and asked him, "You got through a divorce not long ago?" He smiled, "Yeah, sure did." I went on, "I wasn't snooping, but I overheard you saying you caught her cheating on you." He kept smiling, "You were snooping. I remember, and yeah I did catch her fucking around." "Well how'd you catch her," I asked? He was smiling from ear to ear, "You have a problem?" I nodded, "Think so." He was really full of himself, "Think she's up to something right now don't you." I shrugged, "Yeah, maybe." His smiled faded, "We guys; we've got to stick together. Is it someone you know?" I was going in deep on this, "Yeah." "Is he married?" "Uh huh." "Want to get both of them?" "Guess so." "I can help." I was all ears, "How can you do that?" He crossed his arms, "Let's talk about it after class," I nodded, and we both went back inside. For next hour we sat dazed and confused while the professor went on and on about LDLs, HDLs, triglycerides, starch, calories, abdominal fat, lactose, sucrose, sucralose, Aspertaine, Splenda, and human stupidity. Finally around 10:00 p.m. he let us go. He said he kept us longer because 'we' missed the previous class. Owen and I went outside. We sat down in his Chevy Suburban. So, he asked, "You're sure she's cheating?" "No I'm not sure totally, but yeah I guess so." "Hurts doesn't it." "I haven't actually caught her," I went on to explain all the symptoms I'd caught. He listened and responded, "Sounds like something's, but you need to catch her. I don't mean walk in on her; that would be crazy. I mean see if you can't collect some information." I asked, "How do I do that?" Owen shrugged, "The best way is to get a private investigator, but I'm pretty sure, like me you're not that well fixed. You could do what I did." I asked, "Yeah? What's that?" "You need to get your own shit. You need listening devices, and visual monitors; you know things you can spread around the house, in her purse, in her car." I shook my head, "I don't have the money for that, and besides I wouldn't know what to do with it if I got it." Owen put his hand on my shoulder and shook it, "You got me buddy." "You got all that stuff?" He told me, "I not only have it. I know how to use it." I closed in, "You don't suppose..." He caught my gaze and held it, "I do suppose." I was still stumped, "What? When? How?" He got out a scrap of paper and scribbled some stuff on it, "Here's my cell phone number and my email. You already have the email though. You just get her work schedule, or find out when you know she'll be out of the house and not using her car. I'll handle the rest." 'Hey wow,' I thought. I commented, "We're going to a social thing this Saturday. We'll probably be gone all day. We'll be at her parents." "All right," Owen replied, "You give me your address. Leave a key to the apartment someplace where I'll be able to find it. Call me just before you go to the party, and call again just before you leave to come home." I wondered, "Will you have enough time?" He grinned evilly, "Plenty." We shook hands. I contemplated as I walked back to my car, 'I won't have to do anything. Christ I hope Owen's not a crook. I hope he doesn't rob me blind,' I reconsidered, 'I didn't think so.' Then another thought occurred to me, 'How am I going to figure out what the stuff he's installing is doing? I mean how will I ever be able to read or see it? Do I even want to see anything? What if I saw something that was particularly bad? What if she really is...I don't...I can't think about this?' I stopped and stood beside my car and held my stomach. Do I really want to do this? Do I really even want to know? On the way home I wondered what kind of greeting I'd get. ++++++++++ What bullshit! The whole greeting thing turned out to be superfluous; when I got home and to the bedroom she was already in bed pretending to be asleep. This was stupid. I know when she's asleep; she has this little girl kind of snore. Right now she's lying there all still and silent. This was total horseshit. I decided not to bother her. I mean why? Every time I tried to say anything or get her to talk she turns everything around so we end up talking about me. I slipped into the bathroom to take a piss. Things were still steamy from her bedtime shower. I glanced over at the dirty clothes hamper. 'No,' I said mentally, 'I'm not going to check to see if her panties are wet.' I started arguing with myself, 'No I'm not. Oh yes I am.' I gave up. I opened the clothes basket and rummaged around. I found a pair of her panties. I pressed them up against my nose. I hiccoughed back a tearful moment. There was sweat. I knew that smell. There was that woman's smell - fish. Then there was the unmistakable odor of semen; it always smells just like Comet Cleanser. Yes, there it was. I turned on the shower and climbed in. I afforded myself a good cry. Didn't she know anything? Didn't she know how much I loved her? Jesus I've had dreams where things happened and I rescued her; like the time in a dream when a Great White Shark was about to bite her leg off until I dove in and lured the fish away. He killed and ate me while she swam to safety. There was the dream, or was it a daydream where some guy pulled a gun, and I jumped between her and the bullet. I gave her a kidney once. She had a heart attack and I did CPR and she came back to life. She was kidnapped once, but I found the hideout and saved her life. Jesus doesn't she know anything. What the fuck have I done wrong? I would have done anything for her! Fuck! I already had, but that was another story. ++++++++++ I got a call Friday afternoon while I was at work. It was Owen. He said we should meet someplace on Sunday so he could explain all the things he'd be putting in the apartment. I told him I worked Sunday, but I didn't have to go in until 9:00 a.m. We could meet around 11:00 just before lunch. He said he'd meet me at the hospital where I worked. Well shit that was one problem solved. Now all I had to do was get through Friday night, the party Saturday, and every other God damned minute and second in between. It's amazing, just fucking amazing how something like this can totally fuck up everything. I kept telling myself, 'I am not going to obsess about this. I am not going to obsess about this.' Of course what did I do; I obsessed. I got home from work just after 11:00 p.m. Friday night. She was pretending to be asleep again. She'd written me a reminder about Saturday's get together at her parents. How sweet. I slipped out of my nurse stuff, took a shower, and climbed in bed. I lay there on my back. Who was she kidding; she was lying in bed just as far away from me as she could get. I reached over with my left hand and touched the top of her head. I ruffed her hair. Yeah she was asleep all right. I could feel it even through her hair as she tensed up. She really didn't want to have anything to do with me. I couldn't remember the last time I held her in my arms, the last time we kissed, the last time...well. This was heartbreaking. I got out of bed and went in the living room. I pulled a couple blankets out of the linen closet. I decided to sleep on the sofa. ++++++++++ Saturday morning October the thirteenth rolled around. I got to sleep shortly after 5:00 a.m. We have a cuckoo clock that chimes the hour and every half hour. I'd lain there on the sofa and listened to the damned ticking and chiming all night. I had the most awful fantasies. I saw my wife on her knees taking Allen's enormous pole all the way down her throat. He shot his semen in her mouth, some of it leaked from the side of her lips. He took his index finger, slid it around her chin, and pushed his finger in her mouth. My wife closed her eyes and smiled like she was getting a candy treat. In my fantasy I heard her tell Allen, "Oh you're so good. You're twice the man Gary is." I woke up mad. Marty came in around 9:00 a.m. She sat down on the sofa beside me and said, "Gary you didn't sleep in bed last night." I looked at her. She was so pretty, and I felt so sad, "Oh Marty." She turned her head down and away from me then she got up and walked to the kitchen. As she walked away in a husky voice she said, "Don't forget we go to mom and dad's today at noon." I sat up on the side of the sofa. I didn't say anything, but I knew she was feeling guilty. I thought, 'Too bad, just too bad and probably too late.' While Marty got herself ready I decided to take some sort of action. I have to admit it was a pretty feeble action but what I did was to find the same outfit I'd worn when we went away right after our wedding reception way back in 2011. I was lucky; though the tan jeans were worn and the pale blue shirt was short sleeved and would be out of place in October they both still fit comfortably. I knew they would. I pulled them on and slid into the very same Dockers I'd worn a year and a half earlier. I felt out of sorts putting these old clothes on; they reminded me of our honeymoon. We don't have much money now, but we had no money back then. I remembered we'd loaded my old Chevy with what we had and drove to my foster father's parents for the week. They're dead now, but a year and a half ago they were still hanging on. I'd spent a lot of time on those old peoples' farm when I was a kid cutting grass, leaning out second and third story windows with a coal oil broom knocking down wasp nests, and just taking care of the place for them. Those old people really loved me, and I loved them. Our honeymoon had been pretty much the same thing. I mean the old house was only about twelve miles from the ocean, but mostly we'd just gone from family to family so everyone would get to know my new wife and sweetheart. Yeah we'd cut some grass and taken care of some old animals for the whole week. I'd had a good time, and I thought Marty had also. Those old people never got many visitors, and I knew they appreciated us being there. I remember the bitch Virna had found an excuse to come down. She came down and made everybody like her, the bitch. I looked at Marty as she walked out in the new outfit she'd bought for today's party. I considered, 'I guess it hadn't been much of a honeymoon after all. Maybe me wearing what I had on was a mistake.' Marty came out of the bedroom in her new outfit, and man she as a knockout. She was wearing a pair of dark pleated slacks, high heeled shoes, and a log sleeved oxford short that really highlighted her gorgeous breasts. She took a look at what I had on and for a second I thought I got a glimpse of something that'd been missing. I mean for just an inkling I thought I saw the old Marty; the girl I loved. Then she turned and looked away. She said, "You're not wearing those old rags are you?" I answered, "You don't like what I have on?" Still looking away and fiddling with some dishes in the kitchen sink she replied, "No go put on something decent." I went back to my closet, pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a black long sleeved Tee shirt, a muscle shirt. When I came back out she looked at my changed attire and said, "God you're queer," but then she checked her watch, "Come on you'll have to wear that." 'Yeah sure,' I thought, 'you're back to your new self.' We went down and got in my car. She wanted to take hers since it was newer, but I insisted we use my somewhat older Malibu. It was a fourteen year old rattle trap, but I needed Owen to get a shot at Marty's much newer Avalon. The short trip to her parents was somber and silent. I had nothing to say, and she only had a few remarks. I didn't like any of them. As was customary Marty told me to stay away from Virna. Why she hated Virna so much I couldn't figure out, but since we'd gotten married Virna was like the plague to my wife. Then Marty floored me; she told me Allen, his wife Yvonne and their kid Travis would be there. I didn't like that much at all. When she told me Allen and Yvonne were going to be at her parents I asked her why. She reminded me Yvonne was a close friend of Virna's and Virna wanted her there. I commented, "So I guess we'll both be avoiding all of them; Virna, Yvonne and Allen," I don't know maybe I thought she winced at that. ++++++++++ I had a pretty good time at the party in spite of what I figured I knew about my wife and in spite of what I knew Owen was doing. I tried to be careful and not go near Virna, but Virna, being the cunt bitch she was ended up with her nose right up my ass. I had to hand it to her this afternoon. Usually Virna looked like she was dressed in burlap sacks. Not today. Today she had on this pale blue mini-dress with a great looking scooped collar. It had capped shoulders and translucent long sleeves with filmy softly ruffled cuffs. A silk belt wrapped around her waist and it had a bow in the back. The neck and hem of the dress were trimmed in tiny ruffles. She was wearing high heels like Marty. I had to hand it to her she looked especially feminine. The deal with Virna is she's a lot taller than her sister. Marty's high heels gave her more stature, but the slacks hid her legs. Virna's high heels pushed her legs up and gave everybody a great shot of some really good looking calves and sinfully firm thighs. It made the dress look shorter too. Her breasts weren't as big as Marty's, but the way the top was cut it made her look terrific. The bitch of course ruined everything; she'd brought a boyfriend; at lest he wasn't the same guy who'd picked her up on Wednesday. This guy was way bigger, and he was a hell of a lot more handsome. This fella must have been 6'6". He looked like a taller darker version of that guy who plays for the San Francisco Forty-niners. Yeah he looked like Collin Kaepernick only better. The whole time he either had his arm on her shoulder or she was holding his hand. I was no slouch, but the guy with Virna made two of me. I wasn't jealous or anything; shit Virna's a hard ass and especially so with me. What I mean is Virna is with this big boyfriend. I felt like I was John Hinckley and she was Jodie Foster. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. If she'd come alone I probably wouldn't have paid her any attention, but that big dude, the way he had his hands on her, the possessive way he used his hands to touch all over her like she was his personal property or something. I don't know. I guess if Kaepernick had come to the party and he'd brought that musician babe, what's her name Teyana Taylor, that gorgeous olive skinned African-American beauty with the long black hair everybody on CNN keeps talking about I'd be staring at her all afternoon too, and yeah I guess I would have been a little uptight. To my way of thinking the only problem was this guy looked way better than Kaepernick, and Virna looked a hell of a lot better than the Taylor girl. Yeah I guess I was a little put off, just a little bit maybe. I looked around the party. Except for Adonis over there with Virna I was the hottest guy, but everybody paid attention to him, and...to her. What was I thinking? My marriage could be going down the drain and I was pissed that a woman I didn't even like had brought a friend who was better looking than me. Was I jealous? No I couldn't be jealous. I didn't even like the cunt. I mean why would I be jealous of him? Come on; jealous of him over her? Like I said I had a good time. I liked Marty's mom and dad, and they liked me. Her dad and I talked all about football. Me being from the Eastern Shore I had spent my earliest years rooting for Philadelphia. Lately I had to admit I'd started cheering on the Ravens. Marty's dad had been around when the Colts left Baltimore so he was mostly against Indianapolis, but he did have a passing interest in the Ravens. Over the past two years he'd told me at least a hundred times how much he hated Paul Tagliabue the old NFL commissioner. He bitched about how for ten years Tagliabue tried to force the 'Deadskins' down everybody's throats. Marty's dad was crazy. I liked Jay Leno, but Marty's dad liked David Letterman because Letterman once said how Indianapolis had stolen the Colts. He said he never cared that they took the team; he just hated that they tried to take the history too. Marty's dad said he knew a lot of the old Colts personally. Allen came over and talked a little football with us. He was a Raven's fan, but he liked Indianapolis. He said Baltimore had deserved to lose the Colts. That made Marty's dad mad. I stayed out of it. I kept watching the Kaepernick look alike. I wondered what Virna saw in him. I kind of liked Allen; I hoped he wasn't doing what I knew he probably was. I thought he was deliberately trying to be extra cordial toward me. Maybe he felt a little guilty; then again maybe he was trying to make a fool of me in front of Marty. Either way I kept my cool. I knew if I had to I could whip his ass, but I knew that would never happen. My foster dad had made it pretty clear how that would work. Finally I did realize Allen was only there to humiliate me. I figured that out when Marty came over. My wife walked over and wrapped her arms all around me. She leaned up and kissed me and giggled. She did all this to show everybody else how much she loved me, but she looked at Allen the whole time. Allen just smiled and looked at her; he had the kind of smile that sent my wife one of those secret messages like, 'No one knows what we know.' She kept holding me but giggling and looking at him. I casually pulled her arms away from my waist. I glanced over at Virna; she had a smirk on her face. Fuck! She knew! Virna took her big boyfriend by the hand and pulled him along as she sort of nonchalantly walked to where we were. When she got to us she held up the guy's hand, "This is Morgan. He's my date for today." Everybody said hello. Allen shook his hand. I just stood and smiled and said, "Morgan," he didn't look all that bright. At first I figured he was probably just Virna's current fleshy dildo; he quickly disabused me of that. He held out his hand to me, "Hi Virna says you're studying to become a PA." A Tale of Two Sisters I nodded, "Yeah." He held my hand in a firm grip, "I'm a doctor at Johns Hopkins; a cardiologist. I just stopped up to see Virna." I felt like a piece of cheap soap, "Wow, that's something. You and Virna got something going?" He chuckled, "No such luck. She told me she already found her Mr. Right." I started to feel sweaty. Here was this Hopkins doctor who couldn't get my shitty sister because she had somebody better. Right beside him was the guy who was fucking my wife, and beside me was the woman who was making me her cuckold. Just then Yvonne walked over to Virna, "Tammy and Travis are in the living room with your mom." Virna gave Yvonne a real smile, "That's good. Here's Morgan, he's my date." Yvonne and Morgan shook hands. Virna's dad looked at Morgan, me, and Allen, "You guys want anything? I think the food's ready." I declined, but I watched as the other three men walked toward the porch. Marty smiled at me, "Think I'll join them. Do you mind?" I said, "Sure go ahead." Virna grinned at her sister, "Yeah why don't you go and get your husband some of mom's coconut cream pie?" Marty looked at me; then at Virna, but just walked away. Did I miss something? I looked at Virna, "I didn't see any cream pie?" She disgustedly shook her head at me. I wondered, 'What did I say?' Yvonne broke the spell, "That Marty sure is pretty." I thought, 'Yeah let's remind the cuckold what a loser he is.' Then Yvonne said, "Hey Gary I never really got the inside dope on how you and Marty met and fell in love." I grimaced inside. The last thing I wanted to do was go over all that, not now. Virna smirked again. She was getting good at that, "Yeah Gary. Tell Yvonne how you and Marty met and fell in love," she was in full hate mode Virna was. I lightheartedly quipped, "No come on it was just the usual stuff." "No it wasn't," said Virna, "tell her." I looked at Yvonne, "Come on you've heard the story." Yvonne replied blankly, "No I haven't." I cringed, "Virna knows. She can tell you." Virna eyed me down, "No you can tell her." I shrugged, "It wasn't anything special. I mean not really." Virna glared at me, "Yes it was. Tell her." I glared back, "You won't interrupt?' She was like ice, lips tight all the way across like two razor blades, "Only if you get it wrong." Yvonne said, "Come on. This must be good." I replied, "Not really." Virna growled, "Tell her." I said, "OK, here goes." So I started to tell the story, "It was about two years ago. It was October anyway. I'd just moved up from the Eastern Shore. I had my RN credentials, and had been accepted at Frostburg to continue my studies to become a PA. I'd put out applications at several hospital but hadn't heard anything yet. I didn't know anybody. I'd found a room just outside Cumberland, and had gotten a job as a bouncer at a night club just east of the city. I wasn't exactly a bouncer. I was more a guy who walked around and kept an eye out for illicit drugs and thieves. There were women who had a habit of lifting wallets, and there were men and women who tried to use the place as a storefront where they could sell their shit. It was only a stop-gap, a temporary job, I needed the money." Virna interrupted, "It was the 'Dungeon.'" Yvonne whistled, "Wow that place had a reputation." Virna, "Thank God it's closed now; too many problems." I looked back and forth from Yvonne and Virna. When they both shut up I continued my story, "Well I was working at the Dungeon just trying to keep an eye on things. It was like the place in that movie Patrick Swayzie was in. I mean a hell of a lot was going on all the time. For one thing there were always a lot of girls with fake IDs. There were a lot of fraternity and sorority kids there. I guess they were out of the house for the first time and were all looking for adventure." Yvonne remarked, "Great place for that." I went on, "Yeah. Well one night. It was a Saturday night and the place was especially crowded; it was really rocking and rolling. I think some of the fraternities and sororities were going through 'Pledge Week'. There were a lot of kids, especially girls, who I think were getting their first real taste of alcohol. There were a lot of drugs around too. Anyway some of these kids really looked vulnerable; one in particular. She was a little girl, and I knew right away that her 'so called sisters' had something in mind. They were really plying her with the booze. I watched. I wasn't so much concerned that she might get drunk and get screwed; I was more worried that her being so small they might pour so much alcohol in her she might die. It happens you know." Yvonne and Virna nodded. I was surprised Virna wasn't interrupting. I continued with the story, "Well they really had this kid going. She was drunk, and she was dancing all around. She was oblivious to everything going on around her; especially to what her friends were doing. I watched as a young guy slipped a pill in her glass of whiskey. I looked at one of the other bouncers. He'd seen it too, but he waved me off. I figured then it was probably just a low dose of Ecstasy. If it had been anything stronger he would have stepped in. I couldn't tell. This girl was wearing a pretty outfit; a light brown corduroy skirt with suspenders, a white blouse, and tennis shoes and matching white knee highs. Her hair was up in a bun. She looked really cute; kind of preppy. Someone had brought in several male dancers. They were all big guys; big like Morgan over there, Virna's boyfriend today." Virna interrupted, "He's just a friend not a boyfriend." "OK," I replied, "Well one of these male dancers or should I say strippers started dancing with this girl. She got right up against him. Her girlfriends were hovering all around them. I watched as one of the girls whispered something to the girl. She reached under her blouse, took her bra off and handed it to the guy. Next thing I saw he and she was on this table; he was on his knees while she was standing up against him. He had her dress up and was working her panties down. I started toward the table, but the other bouncer waved me off again. I knew then the other bouncer was in on whatever was going on. I needed the job, and no one else seemed to care so I backed off and continued to watch. Pretty soon they had her panties off. I could see she had a nice little patch. I could tell she must have trimmed it. That was a signal to me to be a little less concerned; the kid must have known something before she even went out. The dancer and her girlfriends had her lying on her back on the table. The guy was eating her out while her girlfriends were kissing all over her and occupying her hands so she couldn't get away. She looked all red and flushed. I didn't know if she was hot or maybe scared. I wasn't so sure how much fun she was having, but then she started to jerk and snatch about. I figured she was having an orgasm; it sure looked like it. Well they got her up on her knees on the table. The guy was on his knees in front of her. She was so short and him so tall that for her his dick was almost at eye level. She was staring right at it. She looked kind of scared. Someone appeared with a can of whipped cream," I looked at Yvonne and could tell she didn't completely believe me. "Yvonne the place was packed. There was something going on everywhere. They got this girl on her knees and one of her girlfriends squirted some whipped cream on her own fingers and pushed them up to the drunken girl's mouth. The girl licked the cream off her friend's fingers. The guy had his pants down and his dick out. He was a big guy and he had a hard on. The girlfriend squirted a tiny drop of whipped cream on the end of the guy's dick. They started to talk to the girl in the jumper. I realized then her blouse was unbuttoned and her breasts were out. I looked at the other bouncer but he still shook his head no. The sorority girls were trying to talk their friend into licking the whipped cream off the guy's dick, but the girl kept shaking her head no. Two girls were each kind of occupying her hands, but really holding them back so she couldn't use them. Another girl was massaging her hips and back. Two other girls were fondling her tits. They were all over her. Her skirt was up around her hips and I could see one even was fingering her. Then one of the other sorority girls took the initiative and licked the whipped cream off the guy herself. That did it; they squirted some more whipped cream on the guy, and the girl leaned forward and very tentatively licked it off the tip of his dick. All the other girls cheered. They patted their 'friend'. It was crazy what they were doing. They squirted another dab on the end of his dick, and she licked it off again. This time the drunken girl looked around for approval; boy did she get it. She smiled, but I also saw tears dribbling down her cheeks. The girls creamed up the guy's whole dick and sort of pushed her forward. She ended up licking the cream off his whole dick. While she was licking the stripper ejaculated all over her face and neck. A lot of it got all over her tits. Some got in her hair. By then I could tell the girl was really not into it. I didn't think she wanted to lick his dick anymore, but her friends were holding her hands up above her shoulders while they kept pushing her face into him. Of course he went limp. One of the sorority girls got between the limp stripper and the drunk girl; she had a Kleenex or something and started to wipe her face. While she wiped her off I could tell she was talking to her. She was probably trying to persuade her to stay with it. The girl kept shaking her head no, but they weren't done with her. While they were cajoling her the strippers pulled a switch; the limp guy was replaced by a guy with a new hard on. The sorority girl who'd been doing the talking slipped aside. The drunk girl looked real scared, but the sorority girl must have made some kind of threat because the drunk started shaking her head yes in a most vehement way. She didn't have much choice; they had her hands, were massaging every conceivable part of her body, and kept pushing her head toward the hard dick in a most insistent way. The kid had no choice. She leaned forward and took the whole thing in her mouth. Man tears were rolling out her eyes like crazy. It didn't last long; hard on number two shot his load in her mouth. She tried to pull away and a lot of it ended up all over her face, down on her tits, and in her hair. I could see she was coughing like she was choking. The girl was hardly conscious by then; no I'd say nearly delirious, and her friends and the male strippers all could tell too. It was like a signal. They had the girl off the table and they were slowly half walking half carrying her toward the back door. I knew then I had to do something. I glanced at the other bouncer. He waved me off yet again. I shook my head no. I pushed through the crowd of mostly male dancers and sorority girls and got to the girl in the skirt and blouse just as they stepped out to the back parking lot. Sure enough there was a van, and what looked like a dozen college boys. I stepped between the open van and the kids with the girl." Yvonne asked me, "What did you do then?" I told her, "I held up my cell and told them I'd called the police. A couple of the drunker boys wanted to argue, but the smarter ones got the others under control. The sorority girls and the frat boys disappeared. It was like woof and they were gone! I thought it was just like going into a dark kitchen at night, shining a flashlight all around, and watching the roaches scamper back into the crevices." Yvonne asked, "Then what?" Virna opened her big mouth, "That's when I stepped out." I held up my hand, "Cut it Virna. It's my story!" Virna kind of backed off. I looked from Virna to Yvonne, "I didn't know it but Virna was there; she'd followed me out. I think she thought I was part of the game. Anyway I was holding this poor dumb drunk girl up. She'd just thrown up on her jumper. Some of it got me. She was whimpering and sobbing." Virna started to run her mouth again... I scolded, "Christ Virna," this time I couldn't stop her. Virna had interrupted and she wasn't going to stop, "He's right I thought he was just one of the crew getting ready to ruin another innocent girl's life. He told me he was one of the bouncers. He sure didn't look like a bouncer and I told him so. We argued for a couple seconds until we both realized we had to do something about the girl. I said we could take her to my parents. Gary here agreed. We got her to my parents, got her in the shower and started working her over. For the next several hours we alternated between cold showers, coffee, and her puking. Finally around 9:00 a.m. we figured she was all right. She was awake, well hung over, and embarrassed as hell." Yvonne asked Virna, "But where were your parents?' Virna replied, "Oh they were there." Then Yvonne said, "Oh I get it. You and Gary met when you rescued this girl, then when Marty showed up," she pointed at me, "then the two of you started to...you know..." I replied, "Not exactly." Yvonne asked, "What do you mean, 'not exactly', and what happened to the drunk girl?" Virna shrugged, "Marty was the drunk girl." Yvonne looked from me to Virna, "Oh then..." I said, "Yeah." Virna completed the story, "Marty almost immediately fell head over heels in love. I mean Gary here was this knight in shining armor. He'd not only rescued her from what could have been a hell of a gang bang, but he just might have saved her life." Yvonne nodded and looked at Virna, "And you in a way got them together." Virna looked at Yvonne and disgustedly replied, "Yeah, I got them together." Yvonne looked at me, "So from then on you and Marty have been inseparable." Thinking about Allen on the porch and what Owen was doing at my apartment I shrugged, "More or less." Yvonne glanced over at the porch where Allen and Marty were whispering. I knew she had no idea what was going on. She kind of looked off in the distance, "Gee, talk about a love story." Virna killed it, "Yeah, a love story." Just then Travis and Tammy ran up. Tammy got up close and tugged on her mother's dress, "Is Mr. Morgan Mr. Right mommy?" Virna leaned down and scooped up her daughter, "He's a great guy, but no honey he's not our Mr. Right." Tammy was five, and it looked like Virna was having all she could do to hold her so I held out my hands, "Here let me." Virna clumsily pulled away, "No I've got her." I dropped my hands, "Oh OK," I wondered what I did wrong then. Virna said, "Come on lets go get something to eat." The five of us ambled up to the food. Yvonne, Virna and the kids went first. I shambled along behind. ++++++++++ The rest of the afternoon went just about like I figured. Allen and Marty talked to everybody, but held their own discreet nonverbal conversations also. Virna was reasonably civil. Morgan turned out to be a great guy. He would have been Mr. Right if I was a woman. It never occurred to me then but I thought about it later. I didn't start to like Morgan until after Virna said he wasn't Mr. Right. Marty and Virna's parents spent most of the rest of the day with people in their age group. Long about 4:00 p.m. Marty announced it was time for us to go. I slipped up to the bathroom and called Owen. He said he was done and he'd see me the next day. When I went back downstairs I asked Marty if she was going to help clean up, but she said that was Virna's job. We drove home and had our customary fight. And what was the fight about? Me, of course. Marty barely set her foot in the door before she went after me, "I thought I told you to stay away from my sister." "I did stay away. She came after me." "Who are you bullshitting Mister. I saw you. What were you running on about?' "Yvonne wanted to know how we met." Marty started to stamp her foot; a sure sign she was pissed off, "And you had to tell her." "Gee Marty. Virna was there, she made me." "What you told her about the Dungeon and me getting sick?" "Well yeah." "Christ! Will I ever live that down?" I got mad, "Shit Marty it's been two years. Maybe I should have just let them haul you off and fuck the shit out of you?" She yelled, "Fuck you Gary! Just fuck you," then she spun around on her heels and walked into the bedroom. I walked into the living room and turned on the TV. She'd turned me right around. I had planned on having some kind of talk with her, but she cut that right off. I couldn't figure it. I'd been the good guy. I'd done everything the way a right thinking guy would. She fell in love with me. I loved her. I might have even saved her life that night, and all she could say was fuck you. I wasn't asking for any thanks. I never had. But a little something; maybe a little respect? Damn it she used to call me her hero. She used to be proud of me, but what I did now only embarrassed her. I embarrassed her! Oh shit, at least maybe...I thought, 'Oh fuck it; what's the use.' ++++++++++ I left for work my usual time and got there by 8:00 a.m. I generally put in a ten hour day four days a week. Due to cut backs in personnel they'd lately been asking us to do a few additional hours. I was lucky today; I'd be done at 6:00 p.m. I know to most people the extra two hours in a day doesn't sound like much, but I'm convinced employee fatigue might be one of the bigger killers in a hospital. From an economic standpoint I guess it makes sense; the fewer employees the less overall overhead. But fewer employees could mean longer hours, longer hours could translate into fatigue, and fatigue can translate into higher mortality. But I didn't manage the hospital; I just worked there. It was a quiet day for the most part. I didn't work in any of the particularly grueling sectors. I mean I wasn't in cardiac care, geriatrics or oncology. People broke legs, damaged their backs and hips; that's where I worked. Around 4:00 I called our apartment. When Marty didn't pick up I left a message telling her I had to work a few extra hours and not to wait up for me. I wasn't normally a liar, but she'd earned it. Then I called Owen and we arranged to meet at the Starbucks across from the hospital. Owen was good with that since he lived in the area. Owen and I got together and talked. I won't go into detail because frankly I didn't understand most of the electronic jargon. I think since Owen had gotten his divorce he must have developed some kind of electronic fetish. He even said he wasn't sure if the medical field was where he wanted to go. I think he was thinking about electronic surveillance. Maybe I was his first guinea pig? We talked and he explained what he'd done. He placed a video monitor in our bedroom. He told me not to try to find it since it would be a waste of time, and it might alert my wife. He'd placed an audio monitor in our kitchen, and he said he'd activated the application on my wife's cell phone that would enable us to record and hear both sides of all her phone conversations. He said he'd also set up a GPS monitor in her car; he said it was just a tracker. Of course he explained we needed some place for the two storage units. He figured the safest place for that was in Marty's car so he'd hidden them behind and under the spare tire in the trunk. Owen told me; though it was all reliant on batteries we'd be good for at least a week and probably a lot longer. He left me with his new laptop, and explained how to activate the storage units and change the batteries if it came to that. Then he showed me how to work the computer when I wanted to see or hear anything. A Tale of Two Sisters I asked him if I didn't need to collect the USBs and such. He told me there were USBs in the storage units, but the computer he was lending me was tied in to everything already. The content in the USBs was more a back-up than anything. We talked a little longer. He said he'd be around if I needed him. He warned me not to start snooping around. I said I was surprised at how easy this stuff seemed to be. He laughed at that; he said what we were using was already out of date. After he laughed he got very serious. He warned me that if what I heard or saw was anything like what he went through I'd be in for a pretty rough time. He warned, no he begged me to not let anything push me too far. He explained it could be really ego threatening. It had been so bad for him that he'd gone into counseling. He warned me that the things I might hear, though they might sound horrific, a lot of times they were lies. Cheating women he said usually wanted to flatter their partner, and I had to remember my wife had probably been lying to herself about everything she was doing. He said she was most likely looking for affection and attention; sex was most likely secondary. He explained that her mind was stashed away in some fantasy world. It wasn't real. He warned me the biggest thing might be what might take place in our bedroom. He warned me that if they were using our bed for sex I'd see and hear it all. I thanked him. I said I'd see him Tuesday night. He told me to go home, get a shower, relax, and just try to forget about everything. He said to pretend nothing was wrong. He said not to even look at anything or listen to anything until Saturday at the earliest. We shook hands and I drove over to the Eagles' Nest. When I got there I realized it was Sunday and Virna only worked week nights. I remembered Marty's mom had told me Virna kept Saturdays and Sundays as her special times for Tammy. Virna had a funny schedule. All week long she worked at a Title Company. From Marty's mom I heard she only worked the hours when Tammy was in school. Tammy had started all day kindergarten this year. Virna also worked a few nights each week at the tavern. Usually she tended bar, but sometimes she waited tables in the restaurant. The nights she worked the tavern Marty's mom took care of Tammy. I didn't know the details, no one offered to tell me, and I never asked, but a few years before I came along Virna must have thought she'd found her 'Mr. Right'. From inference I got the impression things never worked out, and he'd run out on her and Tammy. Ever since then she'd more or less sworn off on anyone who had a penis. Considering the men I'd seen her with I doubted if that was true. I only knew of one man she didn't like, and I saw his face every morning when I stood in front of the mirror to shave. One would have thought since I'd done so much to help her sister that the cow would've tried to at least be a little more civil. Not Virna; she didn't like me. I wished I knew why. I wished I knew what I'd done. Virna might be a grade 'A' bitch toward me, but she sure loved her kid. I mean her entire demeanor changed whenever she talked about Tammy; the love she had for her kid was a tangible thing. Well with no one at the tavern to get mad at I didn't bother to get a beer. I thanked the waitress who happened by, left her a small gratuity, got in my car, and went back to our apartment. When I got home Marty was just coming out of the shower. She told me she was tired and planned on going to bed. I wondered what she'd done all day. I wondered who she'd been with. I wondered a lot. Well I guessed I'd start to find out pretty soon. ++++++++++ The days that followed trudged by slowly. Owen and I were together for classes, but we avoided anything about my wife. Talking football with Owen was out of the question; Owen was a Steelers fan. Life around the apartment was hellish. I tried to get something going with Marty on Monday, but she found an excuse to get out of the apartment. I worked Tuesday and from work I went straight to class. I was offered some extra time on Wednesday so I took it. I was off from work Thursday, but Marty said she had to work. I drove over to the Walmart twice; the first time her car was there but the second time it wasn't. Thursday night I was back in class. Friday I went in early but got home my usual time. Marty was gone. I normally didn't have to work Saturday's but I lied and told Marty they wanted me. Instead I drove out to Harper's Ferry for a while and walked around. Most of the trees were turning and it was beautiful. Then a little after 3:00 p.m. I drove back close to home. I got out the laptop and started fiddling with the keyboard. I wished I hadn't. I knew she'd been cheating. I'd known for several weeks, but the thought of her cheating and the actual sights and sounds of her infidelities were two entirely different things. Our bed had been barren, completely dry for at least a month, but I could still pretend. After that Saturday afternoon I couldn't pretend any longer. I couldn't hide anymore. Owen was right; the sight of my wife in my bed fucking Allen Peterson was devastating. The things I saw weren't especially original or even particularly exciting, but they were absolutely, I mean utterly, destructive. She and Peterson had been together in my bed the Sunday after the party and for a brief time Tuesday night while I was in class. The sights and sounds of them having sex was no paroxysm of carnal excitement. Everything I saw disgusted me. They looked and sounded like two people in a cheaply made porn movie; a porn movie probably like what they made back in the 1950's. I never heard so many 'oh oh's' and 'ah ah's.' I expected to hear certain things like the 'oh stick it in me,' or the 'oh you're so hot,' and the 'oh you're so good and so big.' I never heard any of that. What I did hear was actually a lot worse. What I heard that hurt, I mean really hurt came after they fucked each other. What can I say? There was Marty, my Marty, my wife, the woman who'd promised to love me and honor me, and stay faithful to me all the days of our lives, but the things she said to Allen were anything but that. The things they said that Sunday afternoon; the things he and she said were especially painful. I swear I'll never forget what I saw, but what I heard I know will ring in my ears till the day I die. They'd just finished another what I considered a pretty tame exhibition of lousy sex. Shit, the bastard wasn't half the man I was. I don't know how big I am, but I'm way bigger than old needle peter Peterson. I bet he needed a pair of tweezers to jerk off with when he was a kid. Old humor yes, grim humor for sure, but that was where I was. They laid there and started to whisper. The sound system Owen had set up was terrific. Marty lay there with her arms around shithead's shoulders, "God I love you Allen. I really love you." I heard him whisper back, "I love you too. I'm glad we hooked up." "Allen I wished now I never married Gary. If I was single we could get together whenever you had a break." I heard him say, "I'd leave Yvonne, but you know I've got the kid." The she whispered, "I know honey. Children must always come first." I watched the son-of-a-bitch kiss her cheek, he said, "I wish you could have my kids." Then she said, "If I stay with Gary I want all my kids to be yours." The first time I saw him stuff his shriveled up little pecker in her crotch I knew we were through, but after she said that I knew we were through with venom. I wanted to kill her. To think the woman I thought loved me would not only cut me off for this turd, but to hear her say she was willing to have his kids and let me think they were mine...I almost threw up on that. I didn't though; she wasn't worth the price of the barbecue I'd bought and eaten. I mean that afternoon they went on and on. She kept going on about she wished I was him and he was me. She talked about how she never knew why she even married me. I had one consolation; he disrespected Yvonne as much as she disrespected me. They filled me with a grim resolve; Yvonne would get a copy of everything I had. I wanted her to clean him out, cut off his balls, and do it in front of God and everybody. I needed solace. Hey I thought, 'grim resolve'; that was what Yamamoto the old Japanese warlord had said after he found out his country's surprise attack at Pearl Harbor happened before their official declaration of war. I saw that in a movie. OK, these tapes were my Pearl Harbor, but how did World War Two end? Oh yeah, fucking Hiroshima! God damn Marty, the little Catholic girl in her cute little blue school uniforms was going to get her comeuppance. The pretty little bride I married all dressed out in her mom's snow white wedding dress would be tarnished, I mean branded with a huge red letter A for the rest of her life. I'd see to it. I thought about all the kisses, the hugs, the promises, all the fucking forever and evers! I remembered back about how much shit I got for being a Presbyterian. Oh would the shit hit the fan! Man I was innocent! I couldn't wait to see the looks on her mom and dad's faces. I bet this would really get to that shit bitch sister of hers too. Scorched earth! When I was finished there wouldn't be a single blade of grass left. I was going to burn the bitch and her whole fucking family right down to the ground! Then I listened to some of the other tapes. I wended my way through her cell phone conversations, but they didn't reveal much. She talked to her mom usually two or three times a day. She and Allen left each other short messages; usually just high school caliber love talk. Their little comments were stupid, but they still hurt. They were things she used to say to me. She talked to her dad once. I felt sorry for him; he loved her like all get out. That little conversation made me feel bad for Virna. Their dad had more or less given up on Virna; he'd placed all his daughter chips on Marty. I heard him say two or three times, "You're my first girl now Marty. Don't let me down." I knew what he meant; Virna had gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Virna had let her father down. These were Catholic people; they took things like marriage, having legitimate babies, and fidelity seriously. I wondered if the old man knew or understood how the sly little remarks he made about Virna could be just the kinds of things Marty might use to really hurt her sister. I lost a lot of respect for the man over that. I felt bad for the old man, but Marty had been doing me wrong, real wrong. Whatever happened, well she had it coming. Her mom and dad; they'd be collateral damage. The last conversation I seriously listened to occurred in my kitchen. For some reason Virna had taken it upon herself to pay Marty a visit Thursday while I was in school. I guess that explained why Marty and Allen never hooked up that night. The conversation they had was really fucked up. Virna knew all about her sister and Allen. She'd gone to visit Marty to try to get her to stop. I was completely dumbstruck by what I heard. Virna told her sister she knew about Allen. At first Marty tried to deny it, but Virna apparently had shown her something. Anyway Virna had her sister dead to rights. The whole conversation was starkly, I mean viscerally, crude and cruel. It was heavily interspersed with comments about Tammy being an illegitimate bastard, Virna a wanton worthless whore, and Marty being an unfaithful lying bitch. But all that aside I got another kind of earful. They absolutely, I mean totally resented each other. Talk about hate! Virna carped and moaned about having to babysit Marty when they were growing up while all her friends got to go out. Marty bitched and complained about all the times Virna ratted her out to their mom and dad or intercepted her when she had plans. I mean these girls didn't like each other; they never had. They really had it out! While I listened a few things started to sink in. For one thing Marty never ever really loved me; she loved the idea of Gary the hero, Gary the man who'd rescued her, Gary the stalwart knight who'd slain the college dragons. In short Marty had married a fantasy. Another thing I discovered was that Marty wasn't this sweet innocent little thing I thought she was the night we rescued her. Marty's big night at the Dungeon where I thought she was about to de deflowered hadn't been the first time Virna had stepped in and stopped something. Marty had been a fickle little bitch. She may not have known the score the night we saved her, but she'd seen and maybe fucked few before. A third thing I found out about the whole thing was that, while Marty never loved me, Virna probably did. In fact one of the reasons why Marty went after me was to keep me away from Virna. It was the classic, 'the thing doesn't have any value until you find out somebody else values it, then it becomes priceless.' Some of the things Marty told her sister in the kitchen really hurt. It really reverberated. They must have been sitting down when they were arguing, because every now and then I heard a chair scratch across the floor. Marty told Virna in no uncertain words how she'd come to feel about me, "Virna you might think Gary is some kind of wonderful. I mean he comes across as this quiet handsome figure, but let me tell you quiet gets pretty boring after a while," she told Virna I was as dull as "a piece of stale toast." For Christ's sake I knew I wasn't Beau Brummel, but I was working and studying so we could have a better life. Shit being tired is just a part of that equation. I heard Virna defend me, "He's boring. Did you ever think that maybe you're boring? Christ Marty he's around doctors and other professional people all day and all night. He attends college classes. What do you do? You work at the Walmart." Marty wasn't finished with me, "That's another thing. He's never home. If he's not working he's in school. Damn it Virna I need him with me!" Virna was at her in my defense again, "Marty he's working and staying in school so he can make something of himself. He wants you have things. You shouldn't be betraying him like you are." Marty wasn't buying it, "Virna he's never home, and when he is he's tired all the time. When I get home sometimes I'd like a little affection. I'm not betraying him; he's betraying me!" Virna popped her, "You mean you want to fuck." "Well yeah," replied Marty, "Why not?" Virna, "So he comes home. What do you do for him? You ever fix him a nice meal? You ever go down on him? Those house dresses you wear at home; you don't look exactly like Kerri Russell you know." "Cut the crap Virna. He should be doing me, not me him, and besides his sperm is smelly. We have a microwave. Why should I cook something when he could pop the same thing in that?" Virna wouldn't retreat. I was kind of proud of her, "All sperm smells. God if anybody knows that you should. And a piece of warmed over Papa John's pizza isn't a home cooked meal; a home cooked meal sends him a message, it tells him you love him and you are thinking about him." "Yeah well maybe I don't love him, and maybe I don't think about him," that really hurt when she said that. But Virna held her ground, "You prefer the grease monkey? Let me tell you Allen's not leaving Yvonne. He knocked her up and married her. He doesn't own the garage where he works; that's Yvonne's dad's! Allen's on the gravy train, and now he's got you too." Marty kept twisting things around while continuing to push in the knife, "Gary's a pussy. He's afraid to get his hands dirty. You ever looked at his hands; he trims his fingernails. You ever know a man who does that? Men work on cars. They keep nice cars. Gary drives a heap of shit, and I've never seen him change the oil. I'm embarrassed every time I got out with him." "God damn it," replied Virna, "Gary's a nurse! He has to have clean hands. I'll admit he's no hunk, but he's kind of OK handsome, he's not fat. Look at the gut Allen's got. Gary looks good by comparison." I wondered what 'OK handsome' was. Marty must have gotten up because just then I heard a chair slide across the floor, "Yeah a male nurse. The only men who are nurses are queers." Virna must have stood up then too because I heard another chair scrape across the floor, "He's no queer Marty. He's a man, but he's stupid because he thinks he loves you." Then Marty was her cruelest, "You fucked him too haven't you? I know you Virna; you're a fucking whore. That's how you ended up with Tammy, and you the fucking prom queen!" Prom queen? Virna? I heard Virna start to yell, "I only had sex with one man. I thought I loved him. When he found out about Tammy he split. I've not had sex with another man since, and I certainly wouldn't go behind your back with Gary," then she sounded different and I could tell why, "And Marty please I wish you wouldn't say bad things about my daughter; she's the only really good thing I've got." Then it was like the whole conversation changed. I heard Marty; she started crying when she said, "I'm sorry Virna I didn't mean what I said about Tammy. I love Tammy." Then I heard Virna and I knew she was crying too, "Oh Marty you're my sister. I love you so much." I don't know who moved first, but I think they were holding each other. Virna was crying, and I heard Marty crying too. Marty's whole demeanor had changed, "Oh I'm sorry Virna. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it. I love Tammy. You know I love her. I love you too. You mean so much to me. You know how mom and dad are. You're the only person I have; the only one I can really rely on." Virna was crying, "You have Gary." Marty polished me off, "But I don't love Gary. Oh, I guess in a way I love him; I just don't like him. He's different from me; he thinks and he dreams, he says things I don't understand. He talks about things like world affairs and the economy. I don't care about any of that." That was that. I turned everything off. ++++++++++ I felt terrible. My wife is fucking another guy. I saw it. I watched it on the laptop. In fact I bet I've watched that shit between Marty and Allen ten times. I couldn't get it out of my mind. My wife lying under that other man, his dick in her cunt, her moaning and groaning bucking and thrashing like it was great fun. And now all this...what had I done wrong? Where had I missed the boat? It occurred to me and now I remembered Virna hadn't been at the Dungeon that night by chance. She knew something was up with Marty. All that was old ground. Virna had kept going on about the 'so called' sorority Marty wanted to join. Every time she did Marty would go 'yeah, yeah, yeah.' Virna kept going back to the fact that it was a phony sorority, and it had never been a part of the real college social life. Virna must have known because more than once Marty reminded her how she'd quit college because she'd gotten knocked up. I'd never known Virna attended college. My determination to skewer Marty wasn't changed by what I heard Virna and Marty say, but my plan had been deflected. I remembered one comment Marty made when they were in hate mode. I'll remember it for a long time too. She laughed at her sister and said, "We know who got Mr. Right don't we? I won that one." I put the laptop back in a safe place. I knew I wouldn't need it at least for a while. I'd use the information I had only if I had to, but I'd keep it running too. Of course what Yvonne did with what I gave her was her business, and for sure, Yvonne would get a copy. I owed that to Allen. I sure did! Then for the first time I cried; I really cried. I didn't cry because I'd lost the love of my life. I never had her. I didn't cry because I was some dumb chuckhole. I most certainly was that, but it didn't matter. I cried because all this time I'd been lying to myself. I thought I had something that never actually existed. I was a fool, a stupid fool. A Tale of Two Sisters I cried for Virna too. I felt sorry for her. Then feeling sorry for her made me even sorrier for myself. Virna loved me, or she thought she did once. Maybe all the crap she'd been dishing out since I'd married her sister was just that - crap! Maybe every time she said a bad thing she meant a good thing. Every cutting remark could have been a hidden compliment. I wondered if she'd cried for me. I bet she had; well maybe once. I couldn't put her out of my mind. Why had I kept drifting back and forth between my apartment and the Eagles' Nest? Why would any sane man go visit some woman who tried to make a fool of him? The answer to that troubled me. Oh yeah I was stupid. She told me so, and she knew why too. The coconut cream pies; there hadn't been any coconut cream pies, but from Virna's point of view I might have been eating some other kind of cream pies, yeah cream pies courtesy of Allen Peterson. She was right. I was stupid. I'd been stupid for a long time. I felt angry, totally pissed. Marty in her childish stupidity had royally fucked me over. I felt good too. In a way I felt like I'd both lost and won the lottery. I knew one thing. I knew now who Virna's Mr. Right was, but that didn't make things any easier. I wondered if Virna still thought of me that way. I doubted it. What was the Virna situation? Virna was carrying around a lot of her own emotional baggage. If Marty was some kind of sick little shallow puppy; yeah a fickle cheating bitch; who was Virna? I knew next to nothing about the woman except she had an illegitimate child, had spent some time in college, may have fallen deeply and tragically in love, currently hated men, and possibly was as big a whore as her sister; not a lot there to recommend her. But then she'd told Marty she hadn't done anything since Tammy's father, whoever he was, had left. I wondered if Marty's and Virna's brother fit into any of this. No one ever talked about him. I knew he was in the navy. No one's shown me a picture or anything. He was a Petty Officer aboard the USS Iwo Jima one of our country's air assault ships. I looked them up on the Net. We have eleven of them; they're considered 'Wasp class' warships meaning the Iwo Jima has as much firepower as the old World War Two aircraft carrier USS Wasp. These assault ships carry something like eight Harrier jets, as many as two thousand marines, and a ton of helicopters and landing vessels. The article said these ships are at sea almost all year; they're not glamorous, but they're very much a part of the grit and sinew of our navy. They're not as big as ships like the USS Nimitz, but they cast just as long a shadow. Everyone in the news has been jabbering about the growing Chinese navy like it was some big threat when just one of these assault ships could cut through everything the Chinese have; yeah cut through it like a hot knife through butter. I sat around like a stooge and tried to study. I wanted to see Virna. I wanted to find out the truth about Tammy; I had a funny feeling about that kid, yeah a real funny feeling. Then I reconsidered; Virna and Tammy would have to wait. I had to take out the trash first. This is the end of part one: Just Plain Bob recently did a three parter where he made everybody wait till the end before they could comment. That seems like a good idea, but then you might want to say something early that you'd forget later, and it might be something I'd need to hear. So please go ahead and comment and vote if you're inclined. But please do remember; it's not finished so don't lambaste me for something that you think I missed; it might just show up later. Tell me if you think I missed something though. Hope you enjoyed it.