75 comments/ 215385 views/ 52 favorites Was It All Worth It? By: Slirpuff Well Mr. Moore, you're as healthy as an ox. Your cholesterol is a hundred and twenty seven; even your good to bad ratio is excellent. Your lungs are clear, your PSA is right where it should be and it says here, you've lost five pounds since I saw you last. In other words, what ever you're doing keep it up. If all my patients were as healthy as you, I'd be out of business," he said with a snicker. "So doc, there is nothing wrong with me?" "Steve, is there something in particular you're interested in?" "Just the blood work." He looked at the results again. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing," he said closing my file. "I'll see you next year, my nurse will make the appointment on your way out." "Damn, that was a load off my mind, at least I won't have to kill the two of them for giving me HIV or AIDS," I said to myself as I got into my car and headed back to work. "That's one thing I won't have to worry about ever again; now, if I could just narrow down the suspects." You see I just found out for sure my loving wife Beth is cheating on me with one of our friends. After nine years of bliss I'm plotting my revenge on her and her fuck buddy, whom ever it is. Am I in a hurry? Not really. I've got all the time in the world now that I know Beth hasn't infected me with some incurable disease and there's not a chance I'm ever going to touch her again; at least not with my dick. How did I find out you ask? She told me. Well I guess she did come right out and say," Steve I fucking so and so," she did it a much more subtle way. It was early evening, somewhere in the area of nine o'clock. It had been a pretty good day all in all and I was feeling more than a little amorous. "Babes," I said in my sexiest voice, you want to have a little fun tonight?" "Not tonight she said," opening up her book. "I'm a little tired and all I want to do is wind down." "I can help you with that, how about a neck and back rub?" "Steve, all you want to do is get me naked and it's not going to work tonight," she said going back to her book. "You're never in the mood anymore, don't I do it for you anymore?" "Steve, sometime you just don't anymore," she said putting her book down on her lap. "Well maybe if we did it more than once every two or three weeks you could get back in the groove." "Steve, what about no don't you understand? I don't want you tonight, it's that simple." I just stood there stunned. I couldn't believe what my loving wife had just told me. I grabbed my pillow and started out the bedroom. "What are you going to do now, sulk?" she shot back at me. "Don't worry, I would bother you anymore, tonight or anytime in the fucking future. Since I don't do it for you anymore, I guess I'll just have to go else where," I told her walking across the hall and into the spare room. I heard her call out my name once before I slammed the door and locked it. "Fucking bitch, I'm done begging her for sex anymore. If she doesn't want me any longer, so be it." I went to sleep or tried to but this was a huge deal in my eyes and that's all I thought about all night. I came down stair just before seven the next morning tired and still pissed. "Steve, I'm sorry about what I said last night, I didn't mean it, and I was just tired. Maybe we can fool around tonight," she said with a smile. "Beth, what are you doing, throwing me a fucking bone? Maybe if I lie there and let him fuck me it'll all blow over you're thinking? Well fuck you, I wouldn't touch that God damn pussy of yours if it was the last one on earth," I spewed at her. "So you don't have to worry. I won't be asking you for sex any longer," I said grabbing my briefcase. "I probably won't be home for dinner tonight, just looking at you makes me sick to my stomach." With that I left. Beth must have left a hundred calls on my cell and business line that day. When she started e-mailing me after lunch I blocked her so I wouldn't have to worry about how 'sorry' she was. She'd become a real asshole over the last six months and I was tired of it. We had sex about once every two weeks and that was only after I'd almost had to shame her into it. There was always an excuse and although some were probably legit, most weren't. I used to look forward to coming home and making love to her. I would set the mood with maybe a back or foot massage with scented oil, but now all she wanted to do was get it on and done with as soon as possible. I had dinner out by myself and hit a local watering hole after that. I sipped on a beer or two while watching the game and didn't get home until well after eleven. I thought about sneaking in but thought what the hell I hadn't done anything wrong. When I went past our bedroom Beth flung open the door. "Where in the hell have you been?" "Out, what's it to you?" That put her back on her heels. "You didn't call or anything. You could have been lying dead in a ditch for all I knew." "Well, I guess then you wouldn't have had to worry about me pawing at you anymore," I said slipping in the knife and turning it twice. "If you'll excuse me, it's late and I need to get some sleep." I shut the door in her face and went to bed; I slept better that night. "Are you going to honor us with your presence tonight at dinner?" she asked in a shitty tone of voice. "I haven't decided yet." "Well, how in the hell am I going to know then?" "Well sweetheart let me put it to you this way; if I'm here I'll fucking eat here, and if I'm not I won't; does that about cover it?" "Well Steve, let me know when you're done acting like a two year old." "Beth, why don't you go fuck yourself; wait a minute, you're probably doing that already unless you're getting it some where else," I said looking right at her. She was good, but not that damn good when I saw that look in her eye. "How dare you accuse me of cheating on you," she now yelled at me. I then pushed it further. "Beth, if your not getting it from me, you must be getting it some where else." "Steve, go to hell. I don't give a rat's ass if you ever come home for dinner ever again," she shouted at me before turning her back on me and walking away. All the way to work I kept remembering that look in her eye. Not horror that I'd accused her of cheating but that of shock and surprise, like I'd touched an open nerve. On the internet you can find almost anything. I typed in surveillance equipment and ten thousand items popped up. I kept narrowing my search until I got down to a manageable one hundred choices. Finally I found what I was looking for, a remote surveillance camera with a recording device. It would handle up to four tiny cameras and with the extended memory chip would record up to five days; more than I needed. I ordered it and had it shipped overnight to my office. The next part would be tricky. You see, Beth didn't work and took care of our two kids, Dan who was seven and Amy who just turned five. So how to get her out of the house without her suspecting something was going to take some thinking. I didn't eat supper at home anymore but didn't stay out past eight o'clock; after all, I still needed to work. Now when I got home I ignored her and just hung out with my two kids. "I've got to run to the store for a minute. If it's not too much of an imposition, do you think you can watch your children for about twenty minutes until I get back?" "Whatever," I said not even looking at her. As soon as she was down the driveway I was out to the trunk of my car. I hid a camera in the kitchen, in our bedroom, in the basement and one out on the back porch. I also had just a voice-activated recorder that I planned on putting under the front seat of her car. I put the base station in an old trunk in the attic and all you could see was the power cord coming from it. I tested them each out and went back to the living room where the kids were watching a movie. It was unbelievable how small they actually were. I knew where I put each, but had a hard time even seeing them myself. The next few days should be interesting. "Are you coming to Ann and Dick's BBQ on Saturday?" Beth asked Wednesday night. "I'm going with or without so I really don't give a shit one way or another." You see, we were in a group of eight couples, in the neighborhood, who once a month put on a BBQ at one of their houses. Every month it rotated from couple to couple and this week it was Ann and Dick's turn. It was a potluck and everyone brought something to share. "You sweet talking girl, with an invitation like that how could I refuse you," I said as sarcastically as possible. We went together Saturday night but she stayed the hell away from me all night. When we started playing couples games, I intentionally did everything I could to see that we came in last place. I watched the tapes for three weeks and saw nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing that peaked my interest was a conversation Beth had with one of her girl friends. I just wished I could have heard both sides of the conversation. "He still won't sleep with me and it's going on four weeks; I didn't think he'd last this long. I know I hurt his little ego but he just won't ever leave me the hell alone. No, were not getting a divorce; it's not that bad, well not yet anyway. I bought a new outfit yesterday at the mall that would bring a dead man back to life and I plan on springing it on him tonight. If that doesn't work nothing will. I'll give you a call tomorrow to tell you how he liked it." Well at least I knew what she was planning tonight. I just wasn't sure how I was going to react. I guess I'll just have to play it by ear and see what happens. At least she's still trying, maybe I was wrong about her cheating. Even with all my fancy electronics I didn't have a shred of evidence that even remotely suggested it. I still ate out not wanting to change my pattern and throw her off her game, but I did get home about seven-thirty. "My, you're home early for a change," she said with a smile. If you're still hungry there's some meat loaf in the refrigerator and apple pie in the oven she said casually fully knowing that apple pie was my favorite. She sure was bringing out all the big guns. At about eight-thirty I carried two tired kids up to their bedrooms. I helped them get undressed and put them to bed while Beth cleaned up the kitchen. I gave them each a hug and kiss before turning out the lights. I then went downstairs and turned on the television in the living room and waited. I didn't have to wait long. She was right, that outfit would raise the dead. It was jet-black and scarlet red with just enough material to hide what I didn't want hidden. Holy fuck was the only thing that went through my mind. "You got any extra time for me tonight?" she asked walking into the room. I wanted to scream hell yes at the top of my lungs, but just calmly asked her what she had in mind. "I have something in the bedroom that needs your attention, that is if you're not too busy or still angry with me." "Well, let's go look, I don't have anything pressing at the moment," I said forgetting why I was even mad at her at this point. She took me by the hand and by the time we hit the bedroom we were kissing and trading spit. It was every bit as good as I'd remembered it. We didn't fuck we made love. Her outfit was designed in such a way that I didn't even had to take it off to get to her treats. When she pulled off my boxers and started sucking me off I about lost it. When she cupped and massaged my balls, I did and she swallowed every drop. That my friend was a first. When I pulled her up and kissed her, she shoved her tongue in my mouth, I guess to show me that was good for the goose was good for the gander. When I put her on all fours and slipped underneath her, Beth sat up and rode my face and tongue. We were doing things I'd always wanted to do but had been turned down all these years. With her riding my tongue I reached up and played with her nipples while she closed her eyes I guess enjoying the moment. It got a little rough when she was about to climax. She moved her pussy from my chin to my nose pushing and wiggling it just before she got ready to cum. I thought the neighbors would be banging on our door asking what the hell I was doing to her when she let out this huge scream before slumping over and rolling off my face. I moved up, kissed her and move under her legs. I was rock hard and with her juices flowing I eased in. I started off slow, and in this position I could watch my dick slide in and out of her pussy. Reaching around with my left hand, I moved some juices around and started working her swollen clit as she tweaked her own nipples. This was something right out of a porno movie as she was getting more and more into it. When I started to feel myself getting close, I put her on her knees and moved in behind her. I saw both holes but decided not to press my luck tonight. I eased in and then started slamming against her ass. If she didn't like what I was doing she was the greatest actress on the planet as I slipped one hand around and worked her clit. I felt it coming from my toes as I buried my dick in her and let loose. She joined me just before or just after; I'm not sure which, as we both got off for the second time. God damn it felt good! "You up for another one," Beth asked kissing me. "Maybe when I recover or can feel my dick, because it's numb now." "Well then, come with me," she said jumping up and pulling me out of bed and into the shower. We washed; we kissed and did a whole lot of other things. I tried screwing in the shower and almost killed the both of us when I slipped. So I sat on the tub floor and between my tongue and two fingers I got her off one last time. She didn't even say anything when I reamed her while I worked two fingers in and out of her pussy. There was no way I was going to be able to it again tonight so after our shower we went back to our bed and fell asleep in each others arms. I had a wife again. Life was good; no, life was fucking great. We were a couple again and I even started cooking dinner so she could finish her other projects before we went to bed. We didn't do it every night but we made sure Fridays were always open for date night. And if I hadn't gone into the attic to disconnect that damn tape player I'd still be in wonderful bliss. I reset it and took the memory card to work; that's when my world ended. It was the fifth day on the tape, the day after our fabulous night. I'd deleted the other four days and just for kicks I decided to listen to it. "Beth is probably going to call her girl friends and tell them how I rocked her world that night," I said pumping myself up. But what I heard wasn't a conversation with one of her girl friends; it was with someone else, a man. "Well, I took care of our problem last night. It was so easy and Steve never knew what hit him. That outfit you bought me did the trick. I had him drooling all over me before we even got to our bedroom. I was going to let him do anything he wanted that night but predictable Steve didn't even take my ass the way you like to do. I guess if he had, he'd see that his loving bride didn't have a virgin ass anymore." I could hear laughing through the phone. I wanted to reach through the tape and strangle the two of them. "Don't worry, I only need to give him a taste once in a while and that should keep him happy and content. I thought for sure he'd notice I was a little stretched out but hell; it had been so long he probably couldn't remember what it used to feel like. I plan on keeping him happy and satisfied this way we'll have all the time in the world," she told whomever was speaking to on the other end of the line. "We just have to be careful, we don't need to get caught now. You keep your wife happy, I'll keep my husband happy and we can still find more than enough time for ourselves. Maybe we'll be able to sneak away at the Saturday BBQ for a little fun; I love a challenge. Well, let me go, I've got dinner to prepare and the kids will be home soon. Of course not, I gave him some the day before yesterday. I'll just tell him I've got my period, he'll never know." Beth said hanging up on him and our marriage. I watched and listened to the tape at least three more times hoping to get a clue to who was on the other end of the phone. The only thing I knew for sure, it was someone I knew, a friend, if you could call someone that who was banging your wife. "At least I reset everything before I left," I thought to myself. Even without the chip I could get twelve hours on the small mainframe the unit came with. "I guess it's back to recording everything again," I said as I clenched my fists. My payback is going to be so complete; they're going to wish they'd never been born. Of course I didn't have a clue yet what it was going to be, but I had time; I wanted to savor what I was about to do. The first thing I did was to get checked out. There was too much shit out there and AIDS was the first thing that popped into my head. "Just my luck, she probably gave me AIDS and I'm going to fucking die." Thankfully that wasn't the case. My next task was to figure out who the asshole was. On a pad of paper I wrote the names of the seven couples we always hung with. At first glance I thought there was no way it could be anyone of them. "These are our good friends, I've known them each for over three years; how could one of these guys be fucking my wife, it's not possible." But it was. Our next-door neighbors Ann and Dick were your typical suburban couple. They were in their early thirties, same as us, and happy as two could be. "Hell, Dick was probably my best friend and he loved Beth; but maybe too much," I started to think. Mary and Ron were the oldest of our group; they were both pushing fifty. With Ron's bad heart, no way he was banging Beth. I crossed him off my list. I next thought about Sue and Carl and started to see where Carl could be a suspect and then remembered that they were on a cruise at the time of that call to Beth. Unless he was calling from the cruise ship, which was highly unlikely, he was also out. Sonja and Jerome were the newest couple to our group. They moved into our neighborhood from Chicago about three years ago. He was a sales rep for a drug company and was always on the road. They were a black couple and with Beth's southern roots I don't think Jerome was a good candidate. I'm not saying she was a bigot; it's just that she didn't swing that way, if you know what I mean. We'd know Betty and Andy for about five years. Betty always had to watch Andy at our get togethers because he liked his beer. More than once someone had to help him home. When he got drunk he flirted with the ladies but hell most of the husbands did. I thought about keeping him on the list, but figured a drunk couldn't be that good in bed. But how about when he sobered up? Fuck it, I left him on. Of all the couples, I knew it wasn't Vicki and Mike. They were still in the newlywed stage of their marriage, even after six years. More than once someone said we'd have to hose the two of them down as they exchanged lips or got more than friendly in the hot tub at one of the houses. I envied the two of them. Beth and I'd been married nine years and compared to the two of them we acted like we'd been married fifty, well her anyway. I didn't even have to think twice about keeping Chris on my list. Donna and Chris were nice but were kind of aloof at times. They had money and at times loved to show it off. More than once I had to bite my tongue at what Chris did or said. He was kind of an arrogant prick but Beth seemed to like him, well she seemed to anyway. Maybe it was his money she liked. Donna and Chris didn't seem to connect with one another and maybe there was trouble in paradise? I circled Chris's name. Was It All Worth It? Looking at the list I saw three names, one of which I couldn't believe I'd included on my list. Dick was my best friend but you always heard stories of the best friend doing your wife behind your back. Andy was basically a no the more I thought about it, and Chris was a definite yes. It was still another week before our monthly outing and I needed to somehow find out more details about each. "Steve, you still going to have Carl paint the other two rooms upstairs?" Beth asked when I got home from work. "I feel like we took advantage of him the last time when he did the other two bedrooms. He charged me for paint and a case of beer and that was all. I did slip Sue a couple hundred dollars before they went on their cruise. I told her friendship was one thing, but business was business. Let me think about it, there's no real hurry with the kids rooms is there?" "Well, we've got the BBQ next, and I want the house to look nice." "Babes, the house always looks nice. Who in the hell is going to go upstairs and look at the paint on our walls?" "Steve, it's a woman thing ok?" "Stupid bitch, she's going to have more to worry about than paint when I figure out who she's fucking." At the party I watched all the guys like a hawk. Andy was downing the beers like water and Dick was being nice and helping Beth put out all the food on the deck tables. Chris was his arrogant self and if I was reading Beth's body language right she was getting turned off about his explaining about how he'd made a killing on Apple Computer stock. Unless they were putting up a good front, Carl was falling down a notch or two on my list. With Carl and Andy seeming more and more unlikely candidates that left my good buddy Dick as my prime suspect. After the party, Ann and Dick stayed over to help us clean up. "Good party wouldn't you say?" I asked Dick. "Yeah, it looks like everyone had a good time, especially Andy," Dick said with a snicker. "Betty threw him an elbow after his third beer and told him if he got drunk again tonight he was sleeping on the couch. He must have nursed that last beer for two damn hours." We both laughed. "Steve," Dick said looking around to see that no one was in hearing distance. "Can you keep a big secret, even from Beth?" I nodded yes. "I'm fixing to take my wife on a second honeymoon. When we first got married we didn't have any money so we just stayed in a hotel for a long weekend. I've booked a seven-day cruise for us and it leaves in two weeks. I haven't said a word to Ann but told her boss all about it so she could get the time off." I just stared at him now in disbelief. In my warped mind he'd moved up to numero uno and now he was telling me about taking his wife on a second honeymoon. "Steve, I just need you to look after my place. Her mom is going to watch the kids but if you could just look in once or twice I'd appreciate it. Ann is going to go nuts when she finds out," he said with this huge grin. "We may not even make it out of our room but at least I got one with a balcony so we'll see some of the sights." "You dog," I said to him. "How long have you been planning this?" "I've been saving for almost six months. I almost shit when Sue and Carl went on theirs and Ann lamented about their good luck. Hell, when Sue called Ann on her cell phone and e-mail her a picture of the Mexican pyramids I thought I'd bust a gut. Those two almost ruined my surprise." "Dick, how could Sue call Ann?" "Steve, hello? There are cell towers everywhere now and if not, have you ever heard of satellites? It's expensive as hell but you can call anywhere in the world now from your cell phone. But if you think I'm going to do anything like that, don't count on it. I plan on being busy doing other things if you know what I mean." All right call me stupid. In my mind I crossed off Dick who shouldn't have ever been on the list in the first place. That left Andy and Chris who both seemed unlikely candidates. Jesus Christ who in the hell was Beth fucking? About three in the morning it finally hit me, Carl. At work the next day I put two and two together and came up with Carl. He was a self-employed painter and made his own hours. His wife worked in an office so he could come and go as he pleased. Since Beth didn't work they could get together during the day and no one would be the wiser. Hell, it probably started when he painted our upstairs bedrooms six months ago, and Beth probably fucked him in our God damn bed. The more I thought about it the madder I got. Even though I felt like putting a bullet in their heads I didn't want to go to jail and I had the kids to think about. "Beth, now that I think about it, why don't we have Carl paint the last two rooms. This way the whole upstairs will be done. If you don't mind, can you give him a call and set it up? But, tell him up front I intend to pay him for his work this time," I told Beth when I called her from my office. "We may even want to re-carpet those rooms while we're at it." "Steve, one thing at a time; you know we're not made of money. Let's get the walls done and then we can worry about floor coverings." "I guess your right babes, I don't know what I'd do without you," I said even though I wanted to puke. "You're right, you are lucky to have me." Two days later in my office, with my door shut I listened to their conversation. "Honey, you'll never guess what, Steve wants you to paint the other two bedrooms upstairs, isn't that wonderful?" "I guess you plan on paying me the same way as you did last time?" Carl replied. "You can bet on that. But this time, there won't be any need for flirting. It'll be nice not to have to sneak around for a change. This way you can come over after the kids go to school and we can take all the time we need. I like when you fuck me in my bed. It makes me feel so slutty when Steve and I do it on top of those same sheets," she laughed. "But Beth remember, I still have to paint the damn rooms." "Hell, how long can that take? A couple of hours? I plan on making this project last at least a week. We haven't done it three days in a row ever." "Beth, I still have to work for a living; I can't simply come by every day and put the meat to you; why don't you get your husband to take up some of the slack?" "He's useless and too damn predictable, besides, I can barely feel him in me any longer. Maybe I'll let him fuck my ass and leave my pussy just for you." "Beth, are one evil bitch you know that?" "Just remember, I'm only your evil bitch, remember that." Thank God they ended it after that; I thought I was going to puke. It was now time to figure out a plan that put both of them down for the count. Carl would be easy. I'd send a video to his wife and he'd be paying for the rest of his life, but I wanted more than just that from the two cheaters. They'd made a fool out of me and I wanted them to feel the pain every time they thought about what they'd done. I wanted my pound of fucking flesh. If I just divorced Beth, most likely she'd get everything even if she were a cheating whore. That meant she'd get the kids, the house and I'd be paying for the next thirteen years and she'd still get to fuck around. A bullet in the head would take her out of the picture, but I didn't have that in me, so I needed something in between. "Damn cramps," Beth said taking three Tylenol. "You'd think they'd allow us to get something stronger over the counter to handle these figgin cramps." "Why don't you go to the doctor and get something stronger?" "Don't you think I've tried? That asshole of a doctor just prescribes some ultra aspirin. If he had a cunt he'd know what we went through every month," she said leaning against the bathroom counter. She'd given me an idea but I didn't have a clue how to make it happen; but I'd find a way. There was one part of town no God fearing, self-respecting, person went unless you were looking for what was sold there; and that was everything, and I do mean everything. I got my old work truck and in a raggedy assed shirt and jeans I made the trip. I wasn't sure what I wanted really, but I had a pretty good idea. I figured I'd have to find someone who knew the ropes there, so I picked up a black hooker working the streets. "Your not a cop are you?" She asked. "Do I look like a cop?" "Prove it then," she asked. "Show me your dick." I looked around, zipped down my fly and pulled out my dick. She touch it, stroked it and asked what I was looking for? "A blowjob is thirty, a fuck is seventy-five and you can have my ass for another twenty," she said popping her gum. "How about a covered blowjob?" "My, my, my, cautious aren't we. Most guys don't want me to use a rubber, even for fucking. Don't worry; I'm clean but if you want it covered no problem. At least I won't have to swallow your cum." She was good, hell she was fucking great but I guess after sucking as many cocks as she probably had you'd have to at least learned a few things. In less then three minutes I was shooting my load into the rubber. When she saw I was done, she pealed it off and tossed it out the window. Class, nothing but class. Then I asked. "You know where I can score a few joints and some crack?" I asked a surprised hooker as she gave me more than a once over. "You don't seem to be the type," "It's not for me but my wife. She says that when she's high sex is a lot better. I figure I'll get her a few things and we can try them all out." For a second I thought she was going to bolt out from the truck. "How much money you got?" "Enough for a taste anyway," I told her. "I don't usually do this, but since you're going to give me an extra fifty I just might help you score," she said lighting up a small joint. "You want a hit?" she said passing it to me. "Can't, I've got asthma and it would probably fucking kill me." "Well give me fifty and go where I tell you," she instructed. I gave her two twenties and a ten and drove. About five minutes later we pulled up behind a house that was basically falling down shack. "Give me two hundred and wait fucking here. Leave the windows up and keep the mother fucking doors locked. If anyone comes up to the window ignore them and if he pulls out a gun, well man you're on your own," she said laughing. I knew I was probably making a big mistake but I did it anyway. "Just hurry," I asked. "Don't worry lover, I won't stiff you." She said getting out and walking through the door. It felt like she'd been gone for a damn hour. More than once I almost left thinking she'd probably gone out the front door and left me holding my dick. When she came back out I breathed a sigh of relief. "Honey, drive," is all she said looking around, I guess for cops. "I got you three nice rocks of crack and three joints," she said smiling. "But it's going to cost you another twenty." "But you said..." I started to say and then thought better of it. "How about including another blowjob and I'll make it thirty." "I like the way you think lover," she said unzipping my fly. "Just drive while I do this and for Christ's sakes don't hit anything. She was on my dick before I could say anything about a condom. It took her longer this time but she got the same results. "Your cum tastes pretty good for a white boy." I gave her the money, she gave me the drugs and we both got what we wanted out of the arrangement. I put everything in a plastic bag under the seat. I drove extra cautious all the way back to work, switched cars, clothing and with my stash headed for home. For about three hundred dollars, I'd get my revenge on the both of them. I planned a two-prong approach. I'd nail Carl first then come back and get Beth when she felt safe. Thursday I picked up a prepaid cell phone on my way home from work. I figure if I got there early enough I could catch him before he left. When I pulled into the driveway and saw his truck I knew I was in. I broke out one of his taillights and put the three joints in a bag under the seat. I walked into the kitchen as he was sucking down one of my beers talking to Beth. "Hey buddy, how's the job going?" I asked Carl looking at Beth for any tell tale signs she was fucking him. "Should be done by tomorrow night. I just need to swing by Home Depot and pickup another quart of trim paint," he said finishing his beer. "Here, let me get you another," I said getting both him and me one. "Remember I'm paying you in cash this time," I said giving him three hundred in twenty dollar bills. "I'll give you the rest tomorrow, I spent some of it on the way home, but I think you know I'm good for it." I said with a big smile. We shot the shit and just before he left I made up an excuse that I'd forgotten to pick up something at the store and would be back shortly. I thanked Carl for his help and walked out. I was down the street when he passed me getting on the main drag. "911 what is your emergency?" the operator asked. "There's this guy in a white pickup selling drugs to kids in my neighborhood. I told him to leave and he said he could sell his shit wherever he wanted to. I've got him in front of me right now and we're driving down Main Street just past Marshall. His license number is DL5512 and like I said it's a white Chevy with a broken right tail light," I hung up and waited. We drove and drove until I figured my plan wasn't going to work. A block before the Home Depot exit a cop pulled him over and then another one pulled right in behind him. The first cop went up to his truck and I guess said something about his broken tail light as Carl got out and they walked to the back of his pickup. When the second cop brought out a dog I pumped my fist in the air. Thinking he had nothing to hide, Carl opened his truck door and I guess gave him permission to search his vehicle. Those dogs are good as he found the joints in less than a minute. I was loving every second of it when they handcuffed Carl and put him in the back of the police car. I'd seen enough, so with a big smile on my face I headed for home. Carl didn't make the news, but his picture was posted on-line under the county arrest website. You'd be surprised how many people have nothing better to do than to look up shit like that on the computer. Someone in the neighborhood saw it and the news spread like wildfire; especially since he was charged with drug possession and distribution. I knew the possession would stick, but hell, he'd never get convicted for distribution with only three joints; but he did have the three hundred dollars in cash that I gave him. Hell, he'd be lucky to get any real jail time by the time it was over, but the exposure was what I was looking for; and he got that. "Sue, if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know," I told her. "I can't believe that it happened. The last time I saw him was when he and Beth were having a beer in our kitchen when I came home early that day." "Steve, I never knew Carl even smoked pot. He says's it wasn't his, but it was his truck; I'm not that naïve. I figured he'd be done with your house by Wednesday, sometimes I just don't understand him," she said angrily. "Well, if you need anything you know where I live." She thanked me again. Carl was the brunt of jokes and conversation at our next get together; Sue didn't show either, I didn't blame her. It was there I put the second phase of my plan into play. All night long I sprinkled crack powder into Beth's drink. I made sure there was plenty of alcohol in them so she couldn't taste the difference. When I told her that I'd forgotten the salad she'd made she got pissed, especially since I told her I was too drunk to drive. "I'm sorry honey, here let me get your purse and keys," I said going into Betty and Andy's bedroom where our coats and everything else was. I dropped in the two vials with the last two rocks of crack and went out and gave Beth her keys and purse. "Steve, you owe me big time for this. I'll expect at least an hour foot massage when we get home," she said grabbing her purse. There was only one way to get to our house from Betty and Andy's. As soon as she pulled down the driveway I did it again. "911, what's your emergency?" There's a crazy woman driving a dark blue Toyota down Wilmore Street. She cut me off and knocked down two mailboxes almost hitting my kids. I don't know if she's drunk or high but you've got to stop her." I hung up and destroyed the phone. Beth never came back with the salad. "Betty, she's not answering her cell or the house phone," I said in a worried tone. "It's been over an hour, I hope she wasn't in an accident." "Steve, why don't I drive you home and let Andy drive around. Maybe she just lost her phone and is stranded somewhere. Come on, let's see if we can find her." Betty and I drove up to a dark house. I used my spare key to open the door and found the bowl of salad on the kitchen counter where I'd left it; I guess she never made it home. While Betty checked with Andy I could see the light flashing on our answering machine. The first message was from my parents saying that they weren't bringing my kids back until nine because they were going out to dinner. The second one was from Beth. There was a lot of crying and pleading for me to come get her because she'd been picked up for driving under the influence and possession of crack cocaine. "Betty, she's been arrested for possession of drugs," I said in my best-surprised tone of voice. "I don't understand; Beth doesn't do drugs, what the hell is going on?" "Steve, where are your children?" "At my mom's," I replied. "Why don't you call her and tell her to keep the kids and you and I can go down to the station and straighten this mess out." I made the call and we left. "I can't believe this is happening. First Carl and now Beth, what the hell is going on? I've never seen her take anything stronger than aspirins even though she talked about wanting something stronger for her monthly cramps. But she wouldn't do this, would she?" Beth was being held on possession and it would take me twenty-four hours to get her out. "Beth, why are you doing drugs? Did Carl get you into it, how could you do this to us?" I said loud enough that Betty could hear. "Steve, this is a huge mistake. I promise you I'm not doing drugs; I don't know how they got into my purse. Someone must have planted them on me." "Beth, your saying one of our friends at the party planted cocaine on you? Do you really expect me to believe that?" "Steve, you have to, I'm innocent." "Well, I won't be able to get you out until Monday when I can get the cash from the bank. You'd better think about what you've done and have answers for me on Monday," I told her in an angry tone. "Steve, listen to me, I don't do drugs. You have to believe me, do you think I'd lie to you?" "You'd better not be lying to me Beth, and if you are, there will be consequences. I'm going to have Betty take me home so I can get the kids from mom's. And don't worry, Betty is the only one who knows you're in jail." I left a crying Beth. It was all coming together. When my mom brought the kids back, I told her that Beth had been picked up by the police for possession of drugs. She thought I was joking until I told her I was dead serious. "She's been acting weird for a while, maybe something's going on that I don't know about?" I told her. "Steve, I know Beth. This has to be just a big misunderstandings, you'll see." But it wasn't I saw to that. With the kids tucked away, I reviewed this week's tape. It was as I suspected, Carl and Beth were having a full-blown affair. The sex bothered me a lot, especially at what they were doing but the lying and her belittling me to Carl only drove in the stake deeper. I could only watch it so long especially after she begged him to do things she told me were totally disgusting. I made three copies of the tape and went to bed. Was It All Worth It? Mom said she'd look after the kids until Beth got out. I went to work and met with my boss. I gave him the two-cent rundown and said I'd probably be divorcing Beth. He told me to take all the time in the world and not to worry about my job because it would still be here when I took care of business at home. Lawyers are like sharks, especially if there is blood in the water. I went over everything starting with her being picked up and then handed him the tape. "I took this off our home security system. You can't imagine my surprise when I was scanning the tapes, to see if I could see Beth taking any drugs, when I found out she was having an affair with the husband of one of our good friends." "Steve, it happens all the time," he told me. "I just want it done and over with. I want the house, custody of my kids and I sure as hell don't want to pay any alimony to that cheating slut." "Don't worry, with what you've given me, it should be pretty much a slam dunk. Do you think, what's his name," he said looking at his notes. Carl's wife is going to divorce her husband?" "I haven't talked to Sue but I guess I can ask." "Tell her, I'll give her a twenty percent discount if she's interested. I can use the same evidence and we can do both at the same time." He gave me his card and I said I'd talk to her. My next stop was at Beth's parents house. June and Hank were good people even if their daughter was a shit. "Steve, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work or something?" June asked. "I need to talk to you both for a few minutes." I told them about the arrest, the tape, which I gave them a copy, and that I was planning on divorcing their daughter. "Steve, can't you two go to counseling or something? You guys love each other, you can get past this in time," Hank pleaded with me. "Look at the tape and ask yourself if this was your wife, could you forgive her? I can't and I think you'll agree. Also, I don't plan on bailing her out of jail. Her bail is three thousand dollars and since it's her fault I've pulled money out of savings to cover it. Tell her I don't want her back, ever. I'll drop off her things tomorrow morning and I'd appreciate it, if she wasn't here when I do." He understood. Changing the locks, splitting our savings and checking accounts and finally packing up her clothes took most of the day. With mom picking up the kids at school and taking them to her house for dinner it gave me time to put my last plan into play. I cracked a cold one and picked up my cell phone. "Sue, Steve here," I opened with. "I need to talk with you alone tonight if possible." "Steve, we're just getting ready to sit down for dinner." "Sue, any time tonight will work. I just need about an hour of your time." "What's it about?" she asked. "This is something I don't want to discuss it over the phone if you don't mind." "Well, why don't I stop over just before eight, will that work?" "I'll be her waiting." She told me she had to go but would see me later. "All right, what's so important that we had to do it tonight?" "Sue, Beth was picked up for possession of cocaine Saturday night." "Oh my God Steve, she's in jail?" "Sue, that's not the half of it. Sunday I started going through our house security tapes to see if I could she her using drugs and I found some else," I said leading her into the living room. I hit play on our DVD and waited for her reaction. "Oh my God," is all she said as she watched her husband fucking my wife. I stopped the tape thirty seconds later. "I see you are as surprised as I was." "That cheating bastard and after I thought that everything was getting back to normal." "I just thought that you should know. I made you a copy," I said ejecting it and handing it to her. "After the fist twenty minutes I turned it off; I just could watch it any longer. I'm divorcing Beth and met with an attorney this afternoon," I said giving her his card. "He said he'd give you a twenty percent discount if you were interested," but she wasn't hearing me. Sue is not a big woman, but I don't think I'd want her mad at me. There was a lot of swearing and when she called Beth a fucking slut I just agreed with her. "Do you have anything to drink?" "Beer, wine, something stronger?" "Wine works," she replied. "I knew something was going on, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Now I know why he was in such a good mood when you hired him to paint those rooms, that fucking bastard," she yelled downing her glass and going for a refill. "My attorney told me to tell you not to get into it with him while you're angry. He's not sure how Carl's going to react. He suggested that you call the police and have him removed, just to be safe." "That prick doesn't have the balls to hit me, but you're probably right." We talked for the next forty-five minutes. I felt bad, not for Carl, but for Sue and her little girl. She called the police, gave them a rundown of what was happening and they said that they would have someone there in twenty minutes. "I'm so sorry Sue," I told her. "Don't be sorry, you weren't the one fucking around, they were," she said looking at my lawyer's card. "Tell him I'll take him up on his offer and I'll give him a call tomorrow." "Are you ok to drive?" I asked. "I'm fine, but I know someone who won't be in ten minutes. Steve, I'll be in touch." I pity that son of a bitch, she's going to tear him a new asshole. I dropped off Beth's clothes Tuesday morning. Her mom was at the jail bailing her out as we unloaded the twelve garbage bags of clothes into their garage. "Steve, I watched two minutes of the tape and you were right, I wouldn't take her back either. Hell, I don't even want her here, but she's got no place to go." I thanked him and left. It started three hours later. Beth left call after call on both the house phone and my cell. I listened to a few of them but they were all about the same. I'm sorry, Carl seduced me, and it wasn't my drugs, as she pleaded for forgiveness. It wasn't going to happen. Sue kicked out Carl and got a restraining order. He was allowed to pick up his clothes and work tools but that was about it. He got to the bank account before Sue and took out about seventy five percent. She was pissed. We met with our attorney together and signed the papers. He said that there should be problem to get what we were asking for, which was about everything. Carl didn't fight it, he knew he was screwed so he just signed over everything and gave Sue back most of the money he took. Beth, on the other hand fought it. She wanted custody and support but after more than a little arm twisting her lawyer convinced her to give it up. I gave her visitation rights but not overnight stays. In three months it was all over. The day it became final Sue and I went out to dinner. It was a celebration of a sort but not really. "I thought I had a good marriage until shit hit the fan," I told her. "Steve, I saw it coming long before you. He started wanting to do things in the bedroom I wasn't comfortable with doing and then getting angry when I wouldn't. Bondage, S&M, golden showers and swapping was not what I was into. Hell, we went on that cruise to connect and all he wanted to do was to find couple to swap with." "Sue, I never knew?" "We kept it under wraps, but I wasn't happy and now I might lose the house. He's not working and I can't afford it on my own." "If you don't mind me asking, why do you have such a big house? I mean, you've got five bedrooms for just the three of you?" "Steve, it was a status thing. We were keeping up with everyone else and going deeper into debt by doing it. I didn't like the house from the beginning but he insisted on buying it." "Why don't you sell it and downsize?" "Where in the hell would I go even if I could sell that monstrosity?" "Well if you're interested, I have a spare room in my house. Linda could bunk in the same room with Andy and you could have the spare room. You could put your furniture in storage until you found another place." "Steve, I like you but.." I stopped her right there. "Sue, I feel kind of responsible for the mess you're in and don't worry about me, I'm about as safe as it gets. Besides, mom is watching my kids, what's one more?" Her home sold in two months. She made very little but at least it was something. She got to keep all the money because Carl was way behind on his child support payments. Over the period of a week we moved her in and instead of putting her stuff in storage, she had a yard sale and sold everything. So life went on. We ate together, we lived together and even our three kids got along. Carl and Beth dated for a while, but it went nowhere. However, neither one of them liked the idea of us living together but we were both saving a ton of money in the process. The first monthly BBQ we went to together we turned heads. When we explained that we weren't a couple, just cohabitating, no one said another thing about it. It was about six months after Sue moved in and the kids were finally tucked away in their beds she found me in the den, relaxing with a glass of wine. "You want a glass?" I asked as she walked into the room. "Please, that would be nice." "It's my last bottle of a case I bought in Sonoma when we went there on vacation two years ago; it's by far my favorite," I said pouring Sue a glass. "When did you really find out about Beth and Carl?" she asked staring at me. Shit was the first thing I thought. "A couple of months after Carl did the first painting job. Beth and I weren't connecting much any more and she said something to the effect I didn't do it for her anymore. Well, if I wasn't, I had to find out who was. I set up the cameras and after I heard a conversation between the two of them I knew," I said sipping my wine. "You planted the drugs on both of them didn't you?" "Maybe yes, maybe no; does it really make a difference anymore? I had to make sure they had no bargaining chips when it came to the divorces. You were going to make out, but I would have gotten hosed. It was just enough to give them both a misdemeanors conviction but allowed me to keep my kids. I guess I should have told you but I didn't know if you would have gone along with it." "Was me moving in with you part of the plan? Was I supposed to be some kind of revenge gift?" she said now a little angry. "Sue, you weren't any part of my plan. I wanted to hurt Carl, but not you. I like you, I always have. When I put you in financial bind I knew I had to help you out anyway I could. I didn't feel I had to; I wanted to help you if that makes any sense. I've tried to help you anyway I could and I genuinely like having you here." "I guess I'm kind of surprised you haven't made a move on me yet, but I guess I'm not your type." "Sue, I don't have a type, as you call it. It wasn't my intention to bring you into my house and seduce you, even though it has crossed my mind a few times now that we're being honest." "Steve, to this day, I don't have a clue why Beth would cheat on you with Carl. He is bigger than you but that's about it. You're smarter, better looking and a hell of a lot easier to live with." "What do you mean I'm smaller?" I asked. "All right, I peaked a couple of times when you came out of the shower. You're not a lot smaller but smaller nonetheless. Carl thought that just because he was hung it made him a great lover but that wasn't the case. There is more to making love than shoving a hard cock up someone's pussy, but he never learned that. I just wanted to know if I was part of your sinister plot to get revenge on your wife and Carl; not that they didn't deserve what they got." "Am I sorry I did it? Not a chance. I gave Beth every opportunity to revive our marriage but when I heard what she said about me to Carl it was all over but the paperwork. You on the other hand are the silver lining to my divorce. Your beautiful, loving and treat people like they should be treated. I'm just thankful you're here with us." "You keep saying us, we and words like that, but your actions don't say the same thing. We dance; we hold hands when we're with our children and closest you've come to kissing me is a peck on the cheek. A couple of our friends asked me if you were gay." "Gay? Our friends think I'm fucking gay? Where did that all come from?" "Steve, only the women, not the men. Women talk and they want to know if we're doing it or if not why the hell not. Aren't you the least bit horny? Speaking frankly, why in the hell aren't you nuts by now?" "Long cold showers and a soft right hand if you must know. How about you? Don't you miss, you know, male company?" "Steve, do you ever hear that low hum coming out of my room at night. Let me tell you, it's not the air conditioner making that humming noise," she said with a little laugh. "It takes the edge off but it's no replacement for a hot man." "So, what I think you'r esaying, is you want to take it to the next level?" "Earth to Steve, I want to take you upstairs and ball your eyes out! Is that plain enough for you?" I started to say something but never had the chance to finish. "Come on," Sue said grabbing my hand. "If I wait for you, we'll be too old and gray to do it." This was the first time I saw Sue completely naked. In a two-piece she looked good, lying on the bed she looked great. She didn't have the body of a twenty year old but one of a thirty-three year old milf. We kissed until it became automatic and then spent the next half hour familiarizing ourselves with each other's intimate parts. The first time neither one of us lasted very long. Her pussy wasn't shaved, so I munched through the bush until I found what I'd been looking for, a small hard clit. With one finger in her tight pussy and a hot tongue flicking her clit she went off. "Oh fuck," she yelled before she covered her mouth with her hand as I felt her body start to quiver below me. I think I heard an "Oh shit," or something to that effect before she simmered down. Arms, lips and a wet tongue all attacked me before she even recovered. "I think she liked what I did," I said laughing to myself as she about over whelmed me. "I need to see if you know how to use that thing or if it's just for decoration," she told me sliding down between my legs. I was hard but I guess not hard enough for Sue as she licked, sucked and deep throated me. She was good, not as good as that black hooker, but what she lacked in talent she made up for in real enthusiasm. When I started to get close, I pulled her up to my lips, kissed her gently and rolled her over. I slipped in and for the next ten minutes we made love. Our lips never left one another's and our privates did what they were supposed to do, give each other pleasure. We climaxed almost at the same time and with her legs around my waist I was going nowhere. I never pulled out. We kissed, traded spit and came down together. When I flopped out of her pussy, I could feel our combined juices running down my dick and probably down the crack of her ass. We lay there, side my side facing each other, giving each other small pecks and kisses for the better part of a half hour. "Was it what you expected?" I asked. "Better." "You mean you don't think I'm gay anymore?" "Steve, I never thought you were gay, just too nice of a guy. But, I'll take a nice guy like you, over an asshole, any day of the week." I laughed. "So this means we're dating?" "Boy, you do move fast. First you fuck a girl and then you expect to date her too? What kind of a girl do you think I am?" "Not a girl, a woman I want to share my bed with; among other things." That's the last words we spoke that night. Saturday at Vicki and Mikes, while the guys cooked the steaks the girls huddled around in the kitchen. "So you two finally did it?" Mike said turning the steaks. "Excuse me?" "Steve, I saw the look on Sue's face when the two of you walked in and that phony kiss on the cheek didn't fool anyone. I told Vicki that you'd get around to it eventually but she said Sue would end up having to jumping your bones; which one of us won?" About that time we heard the girls in the kitchen scream. "I hope you realize, that because of you, now I have to give Vicki a one hour back massage tonight. Well I guess it won't be a total loss," Mike said with a smile. After that night we were like newlyweds. When they told us to get a room, we did just that, my bedroom. When she came home Friday night to a full driveway of cars she wondered what had happened. When she walked into a full house of people she wondered what function she'd forgotten about. Her parents, mine, the kids and all our friend; everyone was there. "What's going on Steve, what's everyone doing here?" "Sue, you forgot about our party?" "Steve, what party?" she said with this weird look on her face. "Sue, you forgot your own wedding party?" Surprise, shock, amazement and utter joy exploded out from her. She about killed me with kisses and hugs before some yelled for us to get a room. "I think that's how this all started," I told her with a smile. "Sue," I said dropping down on one knee with everyone circling around us now. "Will you marry me?" You could have a pin drop as everyone waited silently. When she started to cry, I did get a little concerned for about a second before she nodded yes and then put her arms around me. Everyone exploded in cheers, clapping as someone yelled, "let's get this party started." We're happy, we're very happy. I know with Sue I don't have to look over my shoulder to worry about what she's doing. But it was about a year and a half after I got married I got a surprise. I'd kept the surveillance going and had updated it to a larger tape that would handle three weeks worth of video. I switched the kitchen camera to the front of the house and left the others alone. Every once in a while I'd look at the bedroom tape to watch us make love that's when I got a real shocker. I was flipping through and erasing the down loads when I saw Sue on the bed naked. She had her toys out and was making good use of them. I turned up the volume to hear her moan and groan as she worked them in and out of her. Was I turned on? Hell yes. When she climaxed she about broke my eardrums. Then looking up at the tape I watched her smile. "Steve I hope you enjoyed the show. Maybe now you'll remove the one from our bedroom. I got a better one with a zoom.