65 comments/ 261284 views/ 24 favorites Buying the Farm By: Scorpio44 This is a story of fiction. The places exist, not the people. The story contains sex; oral, vaginal, fisting, and anal. If you can't take a story with those elements in it don't read this story. They are in this story because they assist in telling you about the characters in the story. The story also includes payback, betrayal, trust issues, and consequences. Driving home at three in the morning isn't my idea of a good deal. That being said, I have done it for years. My wife talked me into living in a beautiful rural community in southern Washington. We found a great log cabin big enough for us and even a kid, if one came along. She even found a job in Trout Lake. I needed to keep my job in Portland. Portland is a three hour commute... one way! Somehow I was convinced, by her, that this would be great. I would live in a tiny studio in Portland all week and drive home after work Friday night. On Monday I would drive back to Portland in time to be at work at four in the afternoon. For the first six months it was sort of fun. I would leave work at just after midnight and by three or four in the morning I was crawling into bed with a naked, horny woman. We would spend Saturday and Sunday having fun in bed and in the countryside and then I would make the trek back to work. Charlene was a good looking country woman. Someone's first look didn't say "Good looking woman," it said, "Good looking country woman." She worked on a farm. She wore western clothes. Jeans more often than any other outfit. The jeans always looked like they were tailored for her body. The western shirts were always tight and she had just the right stuff to fill out the shirts in the right places. Her hair looked brown when she stood in the shade or the evening outside. In the sunlight it showed red highlights. We went to grange dances, hiking, swam in the White Salmon river and we even went white water rafting in that river. In the second six months two things happened. The first was weather. In dry, clear weather the commute was about three hours. One night in early fall it was raining when I got off work. At six in the morning I inched across the bridge between Hood River and White Salmon. At eight-twenty I parked my truck in front of our cabin and walked into a bigger storm. It was Charlene. She was frantic with worry over the thought that I had been in an accident or hit by lightning. I wanted to sleep and she wanted to talk. She talked and got really angry when I fell asleep on the couch. By the end of that wet, gray weekend changes had been made. First, I would get a cell phone so Charlene could call me while I was on the road. Second, if the weather report forecasted a storm in the gorge I needed to stay in Portland. That way she wouldn't worry so much. During the wet, gray weekend she stayed naked most of Sunday day and night. She woke me Sunday morning with her mouth around my cock. After breakfast we went back to bed and had slow, sensual sex while the rain tapped on the metal roof of our cabin. Charlene had made a big pot of stew on Friday so we ate well all weekend. I woke Charlene Monday morning with my face in the "Y". Her wake up orgasm was a screamer. Her second was inspired by my cock in her bald pussy and my finger on her clit. Then I showered, dressed and was on the road back to Portland. I was two hours late for work. The boss and I talked and he gave me a cell phone. He wanted to be able to find me and stay in communication now that the weather was starting towards winter. I was smiling when I left his office. I didn't need to buy a cell phone. Charlene would be happy with how quickly I had obtained a cell phone. I called her the next morning and scored big points by being so prompt. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday the weather was colder and clear. I found myself watching the weather on TV every day. At work Thursday night the forecast was for a storm to hit the gorge from Portland to Pendleton Friday evening. I knew that the odds were that I wasn't going home. The boss gave me extra work over the weekend so if I couldn't go home I at least could make some extra money. I called Charlene. She had been watching the forecasts too. She sounded disappointed that I wasn't coming home. I didn't mention the extra work or extra money. With the extra money in the next check I bought a bigger TV for my tiny apartment, and I put some money in a savings account. It was a wet Fall. In October I made it home twice. In November I was home for Thanksgiving weekend only. It snowed in Trout Lake on Thanksgiving. Winter had arrived. On Sunday morning after Thanksgiving it snowed hard. By noon I was thinking I ought to head for Portland or risk missing a week's work. Charlene gave me a quickie blow job and sent me down the road. The drive took nine hours. It was dark long before I was in my little apartment. I called and Charlene sounded relieved that I made it "home safe." I didn't see my apartment as home. December was a series of storms and accumulated snow. When I got home the second weekend of December there was seven foot of accumulated snow around our cabin. I spent a good portion of Saturday with a shovel in my hands. I spent most of Saturday night with Charlene's various body parts in my hands, arms, and touched by lips, tongue and cock. She took me into a hot shower and scrubbed me both clean and hot. Her skills at taking my body to wonderfully joyful places were the best that weekend. After we got out of the shower we dried each other and went in by the fireplace. I had her walk in front of me because I love watching her ass as she walks. As she spread a blanket on the rug in front of the fire I was hard from watching her move. She grasped my cock and guided me to the blanket. We embraced and kissed. Charlene put me on my back and sat on my hips. She pinned my cock between my hips and her pussy and rocked gently against me. I watched her breasts as she rocked and soon I could not resist holding her breasts and touching the areolas and nipples gently. I love seeing and feeling them tighten from my touch. Charlene shifted and I was inside her. She rocked against me, grinding her clit against my skin. I lifted her and slid her up and down my cock. Seconds before I couldn't hold back anymore Charlene grunted once and went stiff. Her head went back; her back arched and a low growling sound came from her. She shook for long seconds and then she spasmed and almost fell off me. I held on to her hips and waited until she started to calm down. I had cum with her but I was still hard. "Oh Nick, that was so good!" "Oh yes! I've never seen you cum like that!" "You're still hard!" "You make me hard! I want more of you!" "My pussy is almost raw. I want to take care of you. You get to choose: my lips or my ass? You can have either." "Get on all fours. I choose your ass." "I want to see you when you cum. Let's do it this way." She put a pillow on the floor and lay herself on it, using the pillow to elevate her hips and angle her self so I was facing her open pussy and ass. I stroked into her pussy enough to wet my cock completely and then moved the tip to her pucker. Charlene took a deep breath and said, "Slide into my ass Honey! All the way in!" I pushed and she relaxed. I slid in, slowly. She moaned and held her legs open and up against her shoulders. I love the way a woman looks when she is in that position. I stroked all the way in and all the way out. Again and again. She was wet and oh, so tight but I wasn't going crazy. The urge to cum wasn't rising quickly. It was rising but I felt like I could go hours. I don't know how long we actually went but it wasn't hours. Next morning she was sore all over so she made French toast and gave me a promissory note for my next visit. I figured two weeks at the most and I would be redeeming her promise. The second change that happened in the second six months was called Bill. Bill owned the farm where Charlene worked. He was ten years older than me, married, and had three kids. He drove around in a Ford F-350 four door pick up and always looked like he was posing for a movie. Bill decided that he and Charlene ought to be doing more late night business conferences, long lunches, and getting improved communications between management and support staff. On the occasions when I did get home Bill was neither seen nor heard about. Charlene was mine on my weekends in the country. In January I was home once. In February I was home once. I wanted Charlene to move back to Portland where we could act like we were married. I said so. Charlene showed me her last pay stub. She had gone from $9.50 an hour when she started in April to $19.00 an hour! She was doing quite well in her new job. Not only that but she was getting between ten and twenty hours of overtime every week! I was doubly surprised when she showed me a brochure for a vacation she thought we might like. She wanted to know when I wanted to go. We decided that late May would be good. I'd never been to Alaska on a cruise. Now we would have a week of sun, scenery, and a small cabin for fun! In March we had some really bad weather and for two weeks the road was washed out and the drive would have been eight hours longer to get home. I didn't go. I was home one weekend. I was starting to see a pattern. I was married two days a month and celibate the rest of the month. The weather cooperated in April. It rained some but that only added an hour or so to the commute. I was home the first weekend in April. On the following Wednesday I got a call from Charlene just before I headed for work. "Hi. How are things in Portland?" "Lonely, but the weather looks good for this weekend." "That's why I'm calling. I need to go to a conference this weekend for the farm. Mary was going to go but two of her kids have chicken-pox. You can come up if you want but I'm going to be gone." "I can't say I like the idea of you going out of town but I'll come up. If the weather holds I can get a couple projects done." "That would be good. Maybe you could clean up some of the winter debris in the yard?" "Sure. I'll put that high on my list." Charlene told me she would miss out special time and promised to make it up to me. On Friday I bought some things in Portland that I thought I may need in Trout Lake. When I got off at midnight I gassed up and headed home. At a little after four I parked next to Charlene's car and went into the cabin. She must have driven with someone to the conference. I sacked out alone and slept until lunch time on Saturday. I drove to the gas station and got gas and since the only burger place is part of the gas station I had lunch. I had been unseen around town for most of the winter so the four people eating burgers didn't know me. I listened as they talked, especially after I heard one woman mention Charlene. "You know Charlene is gone this weekend?" "Really? Bill must be tired of screwing her at her place. Where did they go?" "Bill was telling the office staff that there was a conference in Bend for equipment he thought we might need this summer. Darlene told me he had her book two rooms in Bend." "I wonder if either of them will actually go to the conference?" "I saw them in conference last week in the big barn. Seems Charlene was on her knees examining something Bill had in his pants." "I've seen that same conference out in the drying barn." These young people were telling me that Charlene was messing around with her boss, Bill! Damn! I wondered if it were true, and how I could verify their story. I needed proof! I finished my lunch and went back to our cabin. Using my cell phone I called Bend Chamber of Commerce and asked where the conference for farming equipment was being held. I called that hotel and asked if Charlene Peterson was registered. They said "No." I asked if any rooms were registered for Green Leaf Farms. They confirmed that two rooms were registered for the farm. I called a friend that worked for the same company as I did, but in our Bend office. After a conversation with him I emailed him a picture of Charlene. Three hours later I had a return email of five pictures my friend had just taken of Charlene and Bill at the hotel. Two of the five were of them kissing. One showed Bill holding Charlene's ass while they stood in the elevator. I was convinced that the story I heard was true. My wife was screwing her boss! Now the question became what to do about it. I started a couple small projects around the house and finished them as I thought. One thought was about Bill's wife. Did she know? Did she care? I had no idea where they lived in the valley but figured I could find out fairly easily. I drove over to the tiny post office. Trout Lake doesn't have delivery. Everyone in town goes to the post office to get their mail. Once at the post office I spoke to the postal worker. I told her that I was thinking about buying a cabin and spending part of the summer here. The more we talked the more I learned about Trout Lake the community. In the fifteen minutes I was there eight women came in to check and pick up mail. I asked if men came in too. She told me that one man always picked up his own mail. Bill. Seems his wife didn't get out much. Word was that she was shy. Lived in a big brick house just out the north side of town. She had a car, a black Ford Expedition that she used to transport kids to and from school. We talked a couple minutes more and I said I'd be back as soon as I found a suitable cabin. I drove out north of town and saw the brick house with a black Ford SUV parked in front. A woman was out in front using a hoe on the flowerbeds along the fence. I drove up near her and rolled down the window of my car. "Is this where Bill Stevens lives?" "Who's askin?" She leaned on the hoe and looked me over. I looked her over too. Bib overalls can hide a multitude of sins but these seemed intent on allowing her breasts to escape. She wasn't overweight to my eyes but, she was wearing bibs. About 5'5", maybe 135 ponds, brown hair cut short for comfort and ease of care. That was my two second assessment. "I'm Pete Peterson." "Charlene's husband?" Her eyes widened. She looked around. "Yup." "Drive three quarters of a mile down this road to a small sign that says CR-18. Turn right and go about two hundred yards. Wait there. I'll be there as quick as I can. It may take me half and hour. Now, go." She went back to work with her hoe. I drove off. "She knows," I said, out loud. When I saw the sign for County Road 18 I turned. Two hundred yards later I stopped at a small clearing. A picnic table and one of those camp stoves the forest service uses were there. I got out of my truck and sat on the table. Twenty minutes went by. A black Expedition parked behind my truck. Mrs. Bill Stevens got out. She looked around and then walked to me. Twice she brushed her hair back. "You came to see if I knew, didn't you?" "Yes, among other things." "OK. I know. I can't prove a damn thing and Bill says nothing is going on, but I know he's lying!" "Unless we can prove it we both stand to lose a lot by taking any action. What do you want to do?" "Get the evidence and hang them both out to dry!" "OK. I agree. I need to be able to communicate with you. Can we set a schedule and have you call me down in Portland?" "No. Bill watches the phone usage like it meant his life. He even arranged that incoming calls are on our bill. You can't call me. And, don't write. He picks up all the mail and he reads every piece." "I'm coming back next weekend. I will bring you an unlisted cell phone. Keep it off except when you can get away and call me. To be safe I will include a slip of paper with my cell phone number on it. Only the last two numbers will be two digits high. My number ends in 4725 but on the slip it will say 4747. That way if someone sees it they still won't have my number." "How will you get the phone to me?" "I come up in the dark Saturday morning before dawn. Before I go home I'll swing in here and put the phone behind that tree with the broken branch." I pointed. "Anytime after Monday morning you can come collect the phone, but you might want to just leave it here and only use it from here." "That probably would be safer." "I will be working on our problem and when we talk again I may have a plan." "Good! I am so glad you finally found out, and I'm sorry you found out." Her eyes were full and one tear ran down her face. "How long have you been suspicious?" "Bill never used to attend conferences. He said they couldn't tell him how to farm. Suddenly, just before Thanksgiving, he said he was going to a conference. When he got back all his clothes were clean. Not even a dirty sock in his suitcase. Two weeks later I heard that Charlene had gone to the conference too." "And?" "And they have been at four conferences since. Bill hasn't bought anything at any conference. Two weeks ago they were gone on a Tuesday and Wednesday but the conference had been cancelled. When I unpacked Bill's suitcase there was a pair of yellow thong panties in the suitcase." "OK. We know, but need proof. What do you think Bill will do when he gets caught?" "If he gets caught by me, I'm probably dead. If he gets caught publicly he'll bluster and cave in." "That's good to know." "What will Charlene do?" "Either disappear or beg for forgiveness and blame Bill." "OK. I'd better get back. I told my sister I thought I saw our dog. He ran away two weeks ago. Actually I think Bill killed him as payback for something I had done to displease him." "OK. I'll wait here for a while and then go home." I watched her walk to her Ford and drive off. I waited a while thinking about what we might be able to do, then I went home. As I walked in the phone rang. "Hello?" "Honey?" "Yup. How's the conference?" "Boring. What're you up to?" "Oh a lot of homeowner's to-do list stuff. There's a list of stuff I'll pick up in Portland and then I can finish some projects when I come back. Let's both pray for good weather and no conferences for next weekend." "I'll pray for that." "When will you be home?" "We'll be leaving Bend at about noon on Monday. I figure we'll be back in Trout Lake by dark." "I'll be thinking about you as we're both on the road Monday." "I'll think of you too." She sounded sincere. I was torn. What was going on? Would she plead the "I was lonely" defense? Would she accept fault or attempt to hand it to me? Over the next few hours at home I looked for and thought about how I could get the evidence we needed. I ate a straight-from-the-can dinner and turned on the TV. Trout Lake gets three channels, unless you have a dish. Two of the three are far enough away that the signal has snow year round. The third is based in Trout Lake and does craft shows, PTA meetings, city council meetings and such. A craft show was on. Five women were showing how they were making a double-wedding-ring quilt. The show was shot in the home of one of the women and linked to the valley transmitter. When I went to bed I had a strange dream. I dreamed about people tuning in for the quilt show and seeing Charlene and Bill romping on the quilt on our bed. In my dream the phone lines buzzed and soon everyone was watching them fuck on Valley Public TV. As I drove back to Portland, the dream started looking more and more like a plan. While I was at work I talked with the techies at work about how to do a remote transmission to Valley Public TV. They gave me a list of the equipment I could rent and how to set it up. One of them made a few calls and found the frequency we needed to broadcast on. By Thursday I had all the equipment I needed and had even tested it so I knew what I was doing. The techies even gave me a way to trigger the transmission without being anywhere near the equipment. Buying the Farm I called Charlene at work and told her that I was coming home on Friday morning instead of Saturday morning. I made a joke about getting her boyfriend out of the house because I was coming home early. There was a hesitation before she laughed. Yeah, guilty! She asked if she should take Friday off and I said she shouldn't. With her being gone at the conference she probably had lots of work backed up. I wanted her home on Saturday and Sunday so we could play. Friday I could get some projects done. I loaded stuff in my truck and at the end of work (midnight, Thursday night) I was in my truck headed east. At the big truck stop in Gresham I stopped loaded with gas and bought a three hundred minute disposable cell phone. I bought a plastic box to put it in, to protect it from the rain. The box was olive drab green. The rest of the way to Trout Lake I listened to an all night preacher. I don't like him but he kept me awake. Just before four I put the phone in the box and the box behind the tree. At four-fifteen I was sliding into bed with Charlene. By four-seventeen I was asleep. I got a good morning kiss, a peek at her body as she sprinted for the shower and a good-bye kiss as she left for work. By eight-thirty I was up and working. I installed the transmission equipment in the small storage closet in our upstairs room. To get into the closet you need to get down on hands and knees and crawl in. I installed the equipment and ran the cable to the bedroom closet through the ceiling. I piled boxes and junk near the equipment so if someone looked in the closet they wouldn't see it. In the bedroom I replaced the ceiling light fixture with one built to hold a tiny video camera and I installed another camera in the drawer of the nightstand on my side of our bed. It isn't really a drawer, just a drawer front, leaving plenty of room for the camera. I turned our TV on to the test channel and adjusted the cameras for best picture and sound quality. Then I shut it all down and did other stuff. Charlene was supposed to get off work at four. At three she called. "Can we go somewhere tonight?" She wanted to go to Hood River and go shopping and then spend the night in a hotel. I didn't want to spend the weekend in our bed either. I agreed. She said she'd be home in an hour, she'd pack, and we'd head down the mountain. A minute after she called my cell rang. The female voice didn't identify itself, but I recognized her voice. Mrs. Bill Stevens. "Hi." "Hi. Are you OK?" "He told me today that he's all mine for the weekend. I guess she'll be with you?" "Yup. I have a plan and by next Saturday it should have already worked. I don't want you to know about it so you can't possibly give it away. Is that OK with you?" "Yes! I've gotta go." The phone went dead. I put it in my truck. Charlene came home, packed and jumped in my truck. Her conversation was hurried and all about work. Funny thing though, not a mention of Bill. When I got in the truck I leaned to her and said, "I'd like a kiss, please." What I got was five seconds of tongue. Then she drew back and said, "We're burnin daylight! Let's go!" I started the truck and we were off. She asked about the work I'd done on the cabin and what I had planned for my next trip up to visit. I didn't point out that I wasn't visiting. Perhaps she was right, and I was only visiting. We went across the bridge into Oregon and went shopping in Hood River. We got a couple things for the cabin and had dinner in a real restaurant down by the river. The restaurant was attached to a nice motel and we registered and then walked to dinner. As it happened a man came into the restaurant and started yelling at a waitress. Seems he found out she was cheating on him. He took her house and car keys and said she could find "all her shit" on the front yard, he was throwing her out. He stormed out and the waitress sat down and cried. After things calmed down and the waitress went in the back someone else brought our dinner. I looked at Charlene and said, "I'm sorry they had to be so public with their troubles. Seems like such a waste." "Excuse me. I've got to go to the ladies room." I got up and helped her up and watched her head for the bathrooms. I asked the other waitress if there was a phone in the ladies room. She said no, it was between the two bathrooms. I waited a minute and walked to the opening leading to the bathrooms. I didn't go around the corner but I did hear what Charlene said. "Oh my God, if Pete ever found out it would kill him. We have to be more careful." There was a pause and she said, "I've got t get back to Pete. I miss you too. Maybe we can go to my place on Monday." I walked back to our table and we finished dinner. We talked about almost anything we could think of except the drama we had witnessed. We walked to our room, hand in hand. Charlene was making an effort to be with me. It didn't feel loving but it did feel like an effort was being made. In our room I asked her if she wanted to share a shower. She thought about it and said that would be OK. She went into the bathroom and started the water. I undressed and walked in behind her. She climbed into the shower and I followed. I used a cloth and soap and soaped her. When I got behind her and knelt to scrub her legs I noticed a hickey on her upper inner thigh. Nasty bastard left his mark on what was supposed to be my woman. I finished her soaping and she did me. In our past there usually was enough soaping and play that I got hard and Charlene our make good use of my erection. Sometimes I got sucked off and once we were in bed she would restart the action and we would fuck. In the shower that night I got a hand job. In bed I moved to her and she backed away. "What's this about?" "I'm upset about the fight we saw tonight. I can't even think about being romantic. That was too upsetting. Just hold me, OK?" I held her. It was like holding a scared child. After a while she fell asleep and rolled away from me. I watched her sleep for a while and saw an opportunity. She was on her back with her legs slightly spread. I gently touched her crease and slid my finger gently along the slit. I moved slowly. Five or six strokes and she parted her legs a little more for me. Twenty strokes and she was wet and my finger between her lips. She was moving a little as she became more and more aroused. I touched her opening and her hand grabbed my wrist, gently, not like she was awake. She held my wrist and guided my stroking of her. The juices flowed and she started making little noises. Charlene shifted on the bed and said, "Fuck me Bill. Fuck me." She was talking to Bill in her sleep. I rolled on top of her and slipped in. She spread her legs and when I entered her eyes opened. Then they got big and she said, "I thought I said I was too upset." "You were asleep and put my hand on your pussy. Then you said, "Fuck me!" I'm not going to turn that down." "If you had touched my pussy I would have woken up!" "Oh? Taste this." I put my fingers in her mouth. She pulled them out. She knew her own taste. "I'm in. You're wet. Wanna fuck?" "Go ahead. You are in. Let's do it." The tone said, "Get it over with." I pulled out. Her eyes got big and angry. "Now what?" "I haven't been with you in weeks and now you give me that tone. I used to believe you liked it when we made it together. Now I get invited in and then I get attitude. Am I no longer big enough for you? Do you have someone else? She sat up and said, "No! I'm just upset. I wake up and you're fucking me! So, if you want me that badly, take me!" "Get up and dressed. I'm taking you. I'm taking you home." I got out of bed and dressed. Charlene said, "Come back to bed. We don't need to go. I was just upset. Come back to bed." As I pulled on my boots I looked at her and said, "You're forty miles from home. You want to walk? Then stay in bed. If I get in my truck and you aren't there I'm headed for Portland. I'm starting to think that's what you want." Charlene jumped out of bed and pulled on her jeans and shirt. She ran to my truck carrying her underwear and boots. Not a word was spoken for the long ride back to the cabin. In the driveway she opened her door and noticed I wasn't reaching for the keys. She stopped. "Aren't you coming in?" "Is that your idea of an invitation? You've been silent for forty miles. No explanation, no apology, nothing. Now you ask if I'm coming in. What is it with you?" "With me? You get me out of bed in the middle of the night threatening to leave me in the room if I don't and you expect me to apologize?" "Who invited me into her pussy for the first time in weeks and then gets attitude about my being there? Isn't sex part of being married? Aren't we still married?" "I'm here every night. You want some sex? Try showing up sometimes." "Who was it wanted to move three hours away from my work? Who was it that convinced me that every weekend home would be another honeymoon? It damn sure wasn't me. I've driven thousands of miles in the last ten months to spend time with you. You haven't ever driven to Portland to spend time with me." "You never invited me." "Didn't I give you a key and a map to the apartment?" "Yes." "Have you ever been given a key to somewhere you weren't invited to go?" "I didn't know you wanted me." "Every weekend and every weekday for ten months." "I didn't know." She was crying. This was either the truth or a great act. I sat still with the motor running for a long time. She sat with the door open and crying. Finally she stopped crying and looked at me. "Now, you know. We'll see what difference knowing makes. You still have the key and the map?" "Yes. They're hanging on the hook in the kitchen." "Look at them every day. Now get out of the truck." "Don't go. Stay. Come to bed with me. I'm sorry. I want you to stay." "Why?" "Somehow I had it in my head that you stayed away at any excuse. I thought you didn't want me anymore. I was wrong." "I'll tell you what, I'll come back next weekend and you can show me if and how you want me as your husband. That'll give you a few days to think about our marriage. Maybe that'll help. Right now I'm hurt, I'm tired and I'll say things I'll regret if I stay. I have loved you for years and worked hard to give you everything I could. Next Saturday morning at four in the morning I'll be back. If you want me to stay away call my cell phone and tell me. You'll never see me again. If I get here the door better be unlocked and your legs open. Now, get out." Tears fell as she walked to the door and went inside. Tears fell in the truck too. The drive to my apartment was long and cold. When I got out of bed the next day I called my boss and we talked. I told him of my suspicions and he gave me some time off to take care of business. I drove back up to Trout Lake. Once in town I took my transmitter trigger and went to the burger place. I tuned their set to the test channel, turned on the system, and saw our bedroom. Charlene was taking off her shirt. I hit the button that switched on the DVD burners and they began recording both audio and video of what happened in the bedroom. I changed channels on the TV and left. The evidence would be there when I went back. I gassed my truck and drove north out of town. I went by the brick house of Mr. & Mrs. Stevens and Mrs. was in the yard. I didn't look at her or slow down. Twenty minutes later she pulled into the clearing. I walked up to the window of her Ford and she rolled it down. "They are in my cabin right now and I assume they are fucking. When I saw them almost half an hour ago Charlene was getting undressed. Everything they say and everything they do will be on DVD's. Assuming the evidence we need is on those two DVD's what do you want to do?" "Cut his pecker off! That cheating bastard!" "That would be satisfying for both of us but it wouldn't be as satisfying as humiliating them both publicly. I'll take the DVD's and go back to Portland. I will visit the meanest divorce lawyer I know and get her opinion for both of us. If she says we ought to proceed I will call your house tomorrow and ask for Mrs. Cannon. That will be your signal to gather your stuff and get out of town. When you get close to Portland, call me and I'll give you directions. I'll take the DVD's and go back to Portland. I will visit the meanest divorce lawyer I know and get her opinion for both of us. If she says we ought to proceed I will call your house and ask for Mrs. Cannon. That will be your signal to gather your stuff and get out of town. Fill your Ford at Murphy's in town and then drive toward Portland. When you get to Hood River call me and I'll give you directions. You have kids, don't you?" "Yes. I can't leave them!" "Bring them. While they are in school tomorrow pack an overnight bag for each kid and hide it in your truck. I'll call just before school lets out tomorrow. If we're a go, you pick them up and keep going." "Oh my God, I'm scared." "Take a deep breath. You are a mother who is protecting her family. It's Bill who needs to be scared. Now, go home." She hadn't even shut off her truck so she put it in Drive and made a U-turn and was gone. I looked at my watch. We had been together five minutes. I went to the hardware store a couple miles south of town and asked the owner if he had a TV. He said he did, in the employee lounge. I asked if I could use it for just a couple minutes and he agreed. I took the trigger with me and when I was alone with the set I put it on the channel I could watch and saw Bill pulling on his boots and Charlene buttoning her blouse. I stood close to the TV and gently raised the volume. "Let's get back to work for a couple hours and then we can have dinner here, if you'd like." "What would you like for dinner?" "Pussy! With a side order of ass!" "I want a big dose of cock!" I reset the TV to its original settings and thanked the manager for his time. I asked him if he sold the antenna he was using and he said he could order one for me. It would take a week. I said I would be back in a week so go ahead and order it. I looked around the store for ten minutes and then drove to the cabin. No cars in evidence. I went in and up to the storage closet. I traded the two recorded DVD's for two new ones. Each DVD recorded the input from one camera and the combined audio. I tucked the DVD's into protective jackets and backed out of the cabin. In my truck and rolling back for Portland I called my boss and he called the meanest divorce lawyer in Portland. She gave me an appointment for "as soon as he can get here." I walked into Susan Cantor's office at a few minutes before four. I was ushered in and welcomed by Susan. A well dressed and powerful woman about fifty. When she introduced herself I knew I was in the right place. "Hi, you're Pete, right?" I nodded. "Good. I'm Susan and it's my job to fuck people in court." "Good! I've got two people I want you to fuck. Bill Stevens and Charlene Peterson." "Charlene is your soon-to-be ex-wife?" "I hope so." "What grounds?" "Adultery!" "Any proof?" "How about DVD's shot today of them having fun in my bed?" "Shot in your house?" "Yup." "Have you looked at them? "No." Susan picked up her phone and made a call. Ten minutes later a man with a hard sided plastic briefcase entered the office. We were introduced. Susan said, "This man has two DVD's he says were made today. He also says they have not ever been played. Is there a way to know if he's telling the truth?" "Yes. The date of recording is imprinted in the coding. There is also a way to tell if the disc has ever been played and/or tampered with." "Can you do the testing?" "Sure." "Are you willing to testify as to your findings in court?" "Yes, but I have to see the contents to testify that the content has not been tampered or corrupted." Susan looked at me. "Agreed?" "Yes." I handed the cases to him. Five minutes later he was ready to slide the DVD into his DVD player. He had connected his player to the plasma TV in Susan's office. He slid the first disc into his player and hit three keys. On screen the time stamp was readable. Date and time. Same day at almost eleven in the morning. He hit play. The camera was the camera above the bed. The room was quiet and empty. Charlene walked in taking off her western shirt. Bill was right behind her. "Oh, you bought a new bra! I like it!" "Bull shit! You only like bras that are on the floor. You certainly don't like any of my bras." "I like taking them off of you! The better to get to your great tits!" His hands and then his face attacked her breasts. She held his head, pressing his face into each breast in turn. Not long into the action Charlene said, "Let me free your monster so he can punish me." Her hands went to his waist and worked his belt loose. Bill got impatient and backed off. "Let's get nekkid and fuck!" He undressed quickly and so did Charlene. She pulled the covers off the bed and they landed on the fitted sheet. He aimed at her open legs and slid into her wide open pussy. Charlene moaned. He stroked in and then pulled most of the way out. "Pound my pussy, you monster!" Her hands grabbed his arms and she wrapped her legs around his hips." "Oh God, you're tight! How can you stay so tight? We fuck ten times a week and you're still as tight as a virgin!" "I don't fuck like a virgin, do I?" "No! My bitch of a wife does! I'd much rather fuck you!" "If she's such a frigid bitch why not divorce her?" "Everything is in her name. If the government ever wants to fuck me, they can't! The farm isn't mine!" "Damn! You run it. She knows nothing. You get to pay me whatever you want and she is the one at risk. You're a better fucker than I thought!" He slammed into my wife over and over. They laughed about his wife. Bill made a comment about getting ready to shoot his load. Charlene begged him to put his load in her ass. "It's too nasty for me to let my husband in there. It's reserved just for you." She assumed the doggy position and he stood next to the bed. As he touched his cock to her asshole he leaned back and gave the camera a perfect shot of him entering her ass. Her face was on the bed and she held her ass cheeks apart with both hands. It didn't take long before he emptied his load into her ass. He held his cock in her ass for a long while and when it popped out it was followed by lots of his cum. Charlene caught most of it in her hands and then ran for the bathroom. Bill lay down on the bed, facing the camera and laughed. When Charlene came back she used a wet cloth to clean his cock and balls. Then she lay beside him and they talked some more. "I'm giving you another raise." "I like that, but how? Won't payroll start noticing how much I get paid?" "You started a business. It's called Organics Processing and I pay them $2000 a month for consulting. You get a check book and a credit card with your business. The bank that handles the account is in Bend. That will be just like the three accounts I have in that same bank. You can save money there and your absentee husband won't ever know." "You also have P.O. box in The Dalles for Organics Processing. When we get back to the office I'll give you the key. I'd guess that your credit card and checks are in the box right now." "Thank you! When will I get the first deposit?" "You already got a deposit in your ass! Oh, you mean money. I opened the account with ten thousand." "For ten thousand you can have your choice: fuck me in the ass again or I'll suck you off." "For ten thousand I'll fuck you in the ass and you'll suck me off!" "Not in that order. I just got you clean. Let me have you monster cock in my mouth!" Buying the Farm Bill knelt over her chest and fed his soft cock into her mouth. His hips rocked back and forth and her hands grabbed his ass. Every time he rocked back the camera saw that he pressed down on her tits and they pressed outwards and downwards on her chest. A few times after he was hard he pulled his wet cock out of her mouth and slapped her face with it. Once when he was slapping her she said, "Feed it all to me! Cum down my throat!" His cock slipped back into her mouth and he leaned forward. The camera angle didn't show it but her sounds made it evident he was all the way in. He came and grunted. When he withdrew she followed his cock and licked him clean. "Do we need to watch all this?" I asked. "Yes, we do. Once we introduce this as evidence their lawyers will watch every second hoping for something that can help their case. So far he has fucked both of them with all he has said about business." The next ten minutes showed how hard Charlene was willing to work for her pay. She used her hands, her mouth and her tits to inspire another erection. Nothing worked. "Bill, Honey, use your big hand on my pussy. See how much of it you can get in me." "I got four fingers in last week!" "Use lube and go slow. Maybe we can get more today." He got the lube from the nightstand and Charlene flipped onto her back and held her legs wide for him. He lifted her ass and put a pillow under it. He stuffed a towel between the pillow and her ass. He spread lube all over her pussy. Slowly he started working his fingers into her. Two, then three, in and out and twisting. Charlene pulled her legs higher and moaned. He inserted his little finger in with the others. In and out and twisting. Slowly he pushed and the camera showed us that his knuckles disappeared into her. He kept pushing and Charlene started making noises about cumming. His hand was in all the way to his spread thumb! He worked it around and then back a little. Bill's thumb tucked in and he pushed in again. He leaned back a little and I saw that he was hard. He pushed and twisted and Charlene screamed she was cumming. He shoved hard and was in her pussy all the way to his wrist! Charlene screamed and passed out. Bill kept playing with her pussy and didn't pull out. Almost a minute passed and he pulled out. She stirred and started to come to. Bill knelt by her hips and shoved his cock up her ass! "Oh my God Bill! I've never felt anything like that! Oh, fuck my ass! Fill my ass!" He did. When they cleaned up they dressed and got ready to leave. "Let's get back to work for a couple hours and then we can have dinner here, if you'd like." "What would you like for dinner?" "Pussy! With a side order of ass!" "I want a big dose of cock and maybe a fist in my ass!" They left and the room was empty and quiet until I had shut if off and taken the DVD's. We stopped number one and when it was removed from the DVD player it was bagged and labeled as evidence. "The other DVD is of the same events, but a different camera angle. Do I have to watch it?" "No. We will need to, but not now. I've got some calls to make about the businesses and the farm. What's the story on his wife?" "She only knows he's cheating and she's scared of him. I told her that if we had enough evidence to move on this I'd call her tomorrow with a code word and she was to grab her kids and drive to Portland." Susan got my numbers and all the information I had on Mr Stevens. We parted with her telling me that we had plenty to proceed and that she would have a great place for Mrs. Stevens and family when they arrived. I went home and had been home ten minutes when my cell rang. I expected Mrs. Stevens. It was Charlene. "Hi Honey." My, so cheerful. "Hi Charlene. What's up?" "I was wondering would it be OK if I came to Portland this weekend? That would save you the drive and I'd get to see your place." "Can you be here at about one in the morning Saturday morning?" "Sure! If that's what you want." "OK. You do still have the key and the directions?" "Yes, right here on the hook." "Don't come early. I want to be home when you arrive. This is an event! I can't wait." "OK, it's a date! Have a good night at work." "G'Night. I love you." "Love you too, Night." I didn't know how Charlene would sleep but I slept quite well. The next morning at eleven my cell rang and it was Susan Cantor. "Listen, this is so good! We found almost a million dollars that Bill has stolen from his wife. We know she owns the house, the farms, and all the equipment. He in the manager of the farms and gets paid $104,000 a year. Your Charlene Peterson is getting $7500 a month. I just left a judges office in Vancouver Washington and he has frozen all the accounts we have found, cancelled all the credit cards for the farms and businesses and will have Bill served to vacate the property at four this afternoon." "Is he being served at four or it takes effect at four?" "I know you want Candice Stevens to get out before he knows anything. He is being served and the freezes hit at four. He has until five to vacate. A Marshal will be watching him and I'm paying to have Candice's house watched so he doesn't do anything rash. When she gets to Portland I have twenty-five thousand dollars in a new credit card and five thousand cash for her to have. Make the call." I went to a pay phone outside the Clackamas Mall and called the farm. "May I speak to Mr. Stevens please?" "I'm sorry; Mr. Stevens is at one of our other farms today. I can give you the number there, if you'd like." "Yes. Where is that farm?" "Just a few miles west of Yakima. We don't expect them back until tomorrow. The number is 509-555-2234." "Thank you." I called that number. I asked for Mr Stevens and the person who had answered said he was out in the raspberry field and if I could wait about ten minutes he could get him. I asked when he was expected back in the office. "In ten or fifteen minutes." "I'll just wait twenty minutes and call back. Thanks a lot." I called Candice's home. She answered. I said, "Bill is in Yakima. Get the kids and go now, Mrs. Cannon!" "OK!" I drove to a car rental place and rented a white Chevy Suburban. The woman behind the counter said it would be a few minutes; they wanted to wash it for me. I asked them to leave the outside dirty but vacuum the inside and it would be great. Ten minutes later I was headed for the big truck stop in Gresham. Candice called from Hood River. Her car was quiet. Her kids must have guessed something was up. "Do you know where the big truck stop is in Gresham?" "Yes." "There is a motel behind it. Park next to a dirty white Chevy Suburban. When you're parked or worried call me." "OK." She hung up. I went to the motel and checked in. I asked for a room as far from the highway as possible. The woman gave me one on an upper floor way at the back of the motel. I registered as Mr. William Stevens. No one asked for identification. The pictures of presidents I paid with seemed to be enough identification. In the room I used the bathroom. I disconnected the phone and took the wire with me. I didn't want any phone calls made from the room. I waited for Mrs. Stevens and her kids downstairs in the Suburban. It seemed like forever. At three twenty on that gray afternoon a shiny black Ford Expedition pulled in next to me. Candice drove with a teenaged daughter sitting next to her and a slightly younger boy leaning over from the back into the front. Candice had seen the Suburban but not me. She dialed my number and I answered. "Look in the Suburban." She did, and jumped. I got out and walked to her window. It was open when I arrived. Both kids looked at me with suspicion. "What have you told them?" "Everything I know. They knew he was fooling around. Why the Suburban?" "We're leaving your car here. I didn't know how many kids you had so I got a vehicle sort of like yours but less easy to spot. Let's get your stuff and yourselves transferred and be gone." "I need to go." The daughter said. I tossed her the room key and pointed. "We need to get out of here in the next half hour. Then things are going to get ugly." All three shot me looks that were loud questions. I waved them to the room and they went. I transferred their stuff to the back of the Suburban. Within ten minutes they were back. I had the son run back to the room and toss the key on the bed and close the door tight when he left. Mom sat up front with me and the kids leaned forward. When I was headed west into Portland I told them what I knew, briefly what was on the DVD's and about Susan. Candice was surprised to learn that she owned everything. She was also surprised that her husband was stealing her blind. I was introduced to her children: Mark and Anna. Anna was seventeen and a senior. Mark was fifteen and a tenth grader. Mark wanted to hurt his Dad for what he was doing. Anna stayed very quiet and cried. We arrived at Susan's office. She met us at the door. We were graciously ushered into her office and she outlined what was happening. Three times her phone rang and she took notes each time. Bill had been served on the farm outside Yakima. He got so angry he took a swing at the Marshal and will spend at least tonight in the Yakima jail. He cannot make bail because the judge there asked how much cash he had on him and then set bail at $15,000 dollars cash or bond. "What about Charlene?" "Charlene is sitting in his car in Goldendale. She had dinner with the cash she had in her purse but discovered she doesn't have a credit card or a debit card that work. She doesn't have enough money to drive home." "I don't know if it might be of value but there are two more DVD's at the cabin. Shall I go get them?" "Yes. And I'll have you do something else as well. The foreman of the farms is living in Trout Lake." Mark said, "Miguel Cervantes." "Yes. Miguel. I want you to deliver a letter to him. Mrs. Stevens I want you to read this over and if you agree I want you to sign it." She handed Candice a letter and she read it. She finished and looked up. "I've been a housewife for eighteen years and now I own and need to run a million dollar farm?" "Correction, farms. There are five. Not million dollar, millions of dollars. The land alone would get you seventy million if you sell it. Will you sign?" "What is it Mom?" "It is a letter making Miguel the manager of Green Leaf Farms. I'm offering him $130,000 a year and 2% of the yearly net profits. Yes, I'll sign." She did. Susan folded the letter and handed it to me. "I see you got another truck. Take it when you go to Trout Lake. Deliver the letter, get the DVD's and get back here. On the way back give the Suburban back. You also need to move. Bill is going to figure out that you had something to do with this. He's likely to come hunting for you." "Charlene has a key and a map." "You have about twenty-four hours to move. Get your stuff tonight and you can use the spare bedroom in the house I rented for Mrs. Stevens. The house is a six bedroom house. Here are the keys and directions. The house is fully stocked with anything you might need. If there is something you want that isn't in the house, don't go out! Don't call Domino's. You must disappear for a few days. Here is a number for my assistant Lance. He knows he's on call to assist you in any way he can. He's getting a bonus so use him." Half an hour later we were in the house. It was huge and very nice. Mark went to the kitchen and discovered that whoever stocked the place knew about teenagers. Pizza, brots, lots of sodas, chips and other teen staples were ready for his use. His sister discovered three pre-made salads and some flavored water. I went to my apartment and cleaned it out. It took two trips to the car with stuff. I left the little bit of food and locked up. By eight o'clock I was in the house with the Suburban hidden in the garage. Candice met me as I carried a few things into the house. She had a sandwich, some chips and a beer for me. I tossed my stuff on an unused bed and accepted the sandwich. The four of us sat in the living room and talked. Anna was very quiet. In two hours she said almost nothing. She did cry quietly. Mark ranted often about how angry he was at his Dad. He also asked three or four times what was on the DVD's. I told him that the DVD's showed his Dad and my wife having sex in my house and my bed. I wouldn't say more. Candice wanted to know about me and about Charlene. I told how we met, what we used to do, about finding Trout Lake on a weekend outing and how things had changed in the last year. She wanted to know about my work. Was I good at it? Did I like it? Was there a future in the company? I wanted her story. Eighteen years of living in Trout Lake. Her suspicions over the years. What she liked doing and what she hadn't done that she might like to do. I asked that question of the kids too. Mark wanted to travel some. He'd never been out of southern Washington and northern Oregon. He moaned that this was his third trip to Portland and he wouldn't see anything. Anna didn't speak. Candice said she loved gardening and had read about some wonderful gardens in Victoria British Columbia she'd like to see. She thought travel might be fun. She had been born in Newport Oregon and would like to go back some time. At midnight we sent the kids off to bed. We sat closer together and talked about divorce. Candice had done well about not crying while the kids were up but tears flowed as we talked. I shed a few myself. We realized and spoke that the tears were not about losing our spouses but about losing who we wanted our spouses to be. At about one in the morning my cell phone rang. I told Candice to please be quiet and I answered. It was Charlene. "Are you off work?" "Yes. What's up?" "Something's wrong. I'm stuck in Goldendale. My credit cards don't work. I have no cash. I need you to come help me." "Can't you call someone closer than me? If I left now it would be daylight by the time I got there." "Who else could I call?" "Don't you have friends at work? What about that Mary that you covered for at a conference? Doesn't she owe you a favor?" She was crying. I waited. "I can't ask her." "I'll find a way to get some help to you. Tell me exactly where you are." She did and I hung up. I called Lance and told him I knew where Charlene would be for the next few hours if she needed to be served divorce papers. He took down the information and I asked him to include fifty dollars with the papers. He said that would not be a problem. We hung up. Candice said, "You still care for her, don't you?" "Yes. As angry and hurt as I am I still want her life to work. She needs the consequences of her choices but I don't need to be mean about it. She's going to lose everything anyway." We hugged and went to our separate beds. I set my alarm for eight and went to sleep. By nine I was on the road to Trout Lake. Just after noon I was there. My first stop was the farm. I found Miguel in the office. I gave him the letter; he read it and thanked me for bringing it. He signed it and then made a copy for his records. He asked what I knew about Bill. I told him that as of last night he was in jail in Yakima for attempting to hit a Marshal. I also told him that both Bill Stevens and Charlene Peterson were fired and no longer allowed on farm property. Miguel thanked me and I left. I went to our cabin. I took the new DVD's and the equipment, all my clothes and my personal items. The Suburban was getting loaded. I took my keys from the hook and took the map. After locking up I drove to the realtor in town and listed the cabin for sale. I gave the agent Charlene's keys and told her that except for clothes and personal items the cabin was to be sold furnished. I also left written instructions that if Charlene showed up at her office she was only to be allowed in the cabin with supervision and could only remove items from the bathroom and clothes from the downstairs bedroom. By two in the afternoon I was on my way back to Portland. As I crossed the bridge to Hood River my cell rang. "Hello." "You bastard!" "Hello to you too." "Divorce? Why? I thought we were getting things back together?" "What made you think that?" "You invited me to your apartment this weekend!" "That was before." "Before what?" "Before I was given proof that you and you boss were shacking up in our house!" "Proof? There can't be any proof!" "Well, when we get to court you'll get to see the proof and judge for yourself. As for me, I'm convinced. By the way, did you also get some money?" "Just fifty dollars." "Just? You expected more?" "Fifty dollars will just give me enough gas to get home." "Perhaps if it had been me you were fucking and not Mr. Stevens you wouldn't be in this jam. Perhaps if you had honored our marriage vows you would be happily married instead of sitting in a car that isn't yours, far from home, holding divorce papers in your hands." "I never fucked him!" "Oh? Who was it with his hand and his cock in both your pussy and your ass? Who was that? I sure as hell wasn't me!" I hung up. I stopped and bought some lunch and headed west. Half an hour later the cell rang again. Happily it was Candice, not Charlene. "Hi. Can I bother you?" "Of course. What's up?' "Susan let me know that both our spouses have been served. Your wife was sitting in a car belonging to the farm in a Goldendale gas station and Bill was served in his cell in Yakima. The server reported that the police laughed when Bill saw what the papers were. I smiled when she told me." "I talked with Charlene. She denies anything happened." "We have proof!" "Yes. I put my cabin up for sale while I was in Trout Lake. Miguel said to thank you and thank you. Any other news? "The kids discovered a pool in the back but they didn't bring bathing suits and I don't know how to turn on the heater." "Call Lance and tell him what sizes and color bathing suits you want. Tell him to bring two for each of you. I'll turn on the heater when I get there. Is there a bar-b-que in the back by the pool too?" "Yes." "Have him buy some potatoes for baking and two slabs of baby back ribs and we can bar-b-que later." "OK. That sounds like fun." "I should be there in about two hours." "Hurry. I miss you." The phone went dead. She misses me? I just found out her name yesterday. What was that about? I wondered as I drove. I was putting lots of miles on the rental but it seemed necessary. Candice and I would soon be free of our cheating spouses. The next four days turned out to be quite eventful. Candice hadn't told her sister what was happening before she left Trout Lake. She had called her from Susan's office and just let her know that she was getting a divorce and she was safe. Bill got out of jail by someone posting bail. He went home and discovered everyone gone. His next visit was to Joy, Candice's sister. When she couldn't tell him where Candice was he took that as she knew but wouldn't tell so he slapped her around to get what he wanted. After he left she called Trout Lake's only cop and reported the assault. Bill went to the farm. Miguel was out in a field and saw Bill headed for the farm office he called the office and told them to hide all the money in the ladies room. Bill went in, opened the safe and tore up the office when it was empty. The Trout Lake Police force found him in the office breaking a chair and arrested him for breaking and entering and attempted rape. Charlene made it back to Trout Lake and the cabin. When she pulled up to the house she saw the For Sale sign. Inside she went to the phone, only I had taken it. She looked around the house and noticed that all my stuff was gone. She drove to the realtor's office and was told that she was only allowed in the house with supervision. The realtor took her keys. It ended up in a fight and the realtor won. Charlene left the office with a bloody nose and an eye that soon was swollen shut. Buying the Farm Bill stayed in jail until four federal agents from the FBI showed up at the jail and took him into custody for bank fraud, embezzlement and a few other charges. Charlene showed up at Susan's office on the fourth day, demanding to see whatever evidence we had. Susan told her to come back in the afternoon and she could see a copy of the evidence. Susan called us. We were in Susan's office when Charlene arrived. Candice had not seen the DVD either. I knew what was on the DVD's. Susan had picked the shot from the nightstand. She had watched both and this was the more compelling evidence, she said. We left the kids at the house with Lance. Candice promised that if it wasn't too bad she would let them see it someday. In the office we sat in a semi-circle facing the TV. We gave Charlene the center seat. Susan to her right and farther right, Candice. To Charlene's left, me, then the guy from evidence who held official custody of the DVD's. What was in the machine was a copy. Susan told all of us that if anyone got up from their seat the machine would stop and the viewing was over. She asked us to remain quiet and that the viewing would be over when Charlene was willing to talk to us, on the record. We all agreed and the show began. The bedroom of our cabin, quiet and empty. Charlene walked in taking off her western shirt. Bill was right behind her. "Oh, you bought a new bra! I like it!" "Bull shit! You only like bras that are on the floor. You certainly don't like any of my bras." "I like taking them off of you! The better to get to your great tits!" His hands and then his face attacked her breasts. She held his head, pressing his face into each breast in turn. Not long into the action Charlene said, "Let me free your monster so he can punish me." Her hands went to his waist and worked his belt loose. Bill got impatient and backed off. "Let's get nekkid and fuck!" He undressed quickly and so did Charlene. She pulled the covers off the bed and they landed on the floor. He aimed at her open legs and slid into her wide open pussy. Charlene moaned. He stroked in and then pulled most of the way out. "Pound my pussy, you monster!" Her hands grabbed his arms and she wrapped her legs around his hips." "Oh God, you're tight! How can you stay so tight? We fuck ten times a week and you're still as tight as a virgin!" "I don't fuck like a virgin, though, do I?" "No! My bitch of a wife does! I'd much rather fuck you!" "If she's such a frigid bitch why not divorce her?" "Everything is in her name. If the government ever wants to fuck me, they can't! The farm isn't mine!" "Damn! You run it. She knows nothing. You get to pay me whatever you want and she is the one at risk. You're a better fucker than I thought!" Charlene begged him to put his load in her ass. "It's too nasty for me to let my husband in there. It's reserved just for you." She assumed the doggy position and he stood next to the bed. As he touched his cock to her asshole he gave the camera a perfect shot of him entering her ass. Her face was on the bed facing the camera and she held her ass cheeks apart with both hands. It didn't take long before he emptied his load into her ass. He held his cock in her ass for a long while and when it popped out it was followed by lots of his cum. Charlene caught most of it in her hands and then ran for the bathroom. Bill lay down on the bed, facing the camera and laughed. When Charlene came back she used a wet cloth to clean his cock and balls. She knelt on the bed with her pussy right in front of the camera, still oozing a little of his spunk. Then she lay beside him and they talked some more. "I'm giving you another raise." "I like that, but how? Won't payroll start noticing how much I get paid?" "You started a business. It's called Organics Processing and I pay them $2000 a month for consulting. You get a check book and a credit card with your business. The bank that handles the account is in Bend. That will be just like the three accounts I have in that same bank. You can save money there and your absentee husband won't ever know." "You also have P.O. box in The Dalles for Organics Processing. When we get back to the office I'll give you the key. I'd guess that your credit card and checks are in the box right now." "Thank you! When will I get the first deposit?" "You already got a deposit in your ass! Oh, you mean money. I opened the account with ten thousand." "For ten thousand you can have your choice: fuck me in the ass again or I'll suck you off." "OK, OK. You can stop it now," Charlene said. I had watched Candice's face during the show. It had hardened and was frozen in pain. Tears fell without being noticed. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair. Her eyes never left the TV. Susan stopped the DVD. "What do you want from me?" Susan went to her desk and picked up some papers. She handed the first set to Charlene. "This is an affidavit certifying that all the events on the DVD's are true, accurate and undoctored. I want you to sign it." "OK." Charlene's head was down. She was beaten. She took the papers and signed. Susan took them and each of us signed as witnesses. The next papers were given to Charlene. "These are release papers, releasing your claim to any and all property that was a part of your marriage to Pete. It also releases you from being able at any time to get alimony, spousal support, or to claim any benefit from being married to Pete. You will revert to using your maiden name and cannot use the name Peterson ever again. You also give up any and all savings and checking accounts that you have in your name to Pete. I want you to sign it." "I'll have nothing!" Her voice was anguish, and defeat. "You won't be in jail." "I'll be free?" "Bill's in jail. You are driving around and free. I won't make promises about your future." She signed. Charlene looked at me and softly said, "I'm sorry." "I have to agree, you are sorry." She stood up and started to go, then stopped and looked at Mrs. Stevens. "I'm sorry." "Me too. What you and my husband did to me can be forgiven. What you both did to our children is unforgivable. I never want to see or hear from you again. Please, go very far away." Candice didn't get up, didn't even face Charlene. Charlene turned and walked out the door. When it closed Candice came to me and melted into my arms. I had never touched her before that moment! She held on and cried. Susan went to the window and watched what was happening out in front. When she came back to us she said, "These DVD's are evidence. They have been subpoenaed by the feds and Washington State. The Bill & Charlene show will be big news and lots of people will see the strange and illegal things they did together. I will do all I can do, Candice, to keep you out of court. Pete, you will need to testify in almost every case. Are you Ok with that?" "Yeah. Will they go to prison?" Candice looked up from my chest at Susan. "Charlene will probably get five years in Washington and what the feds do will probably cost her a few years there too. Bill is another thing. Washington wants him on sixteen felonies. The feds want him for laundering money, embezzlement, fraud, and who knows what else. He will probably be in prison for twenty or more years." I walked Candice to my new rental car. Suisan walked with us. "Stay in the house a few days. I'll clean up all the paperwork, open all the accounts and get the money transferred back to where it belongs. You don't need to hide any more. Early next week we should meet and discuss how you can manage your estate and farms. I can recommend some fine firms to handle such business." We said thank you, shook her hand and left. Candice didn't say much as I drove. Suddenly she said, "Take me back to my Expedition please." I did. I parked next to it. She looked at it and then at me for a long time. "You've been really nice while all this has happened. I want to ask you for another favor. OK?" "Ask. If I can grant it, I will." "Go up front and get a room key."