83 comments/ 81606 views/ 9 favorites Does Honesty Pay? H20wader's Ending By: H20wader This is an ending for Hansbwl's story 'Does honest pay? Of course not." Since he asked for endings, I did not ask him for permission. If this offends him I will remove the story at his request. If you have not read the original story, please do so. If you have read the original story, read it again. "Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Shakespeare. MacBeth, I know not where. This tale is not copyrighted. There was no editor. For some reason I do not like to do endings. This seemed to just pop in my mind, so what the hell. Sorry, but I have always felt that the best revenge is to live well and let the others worry and sweat. ***** I will pick up the story at this point as Keith resumes his story. I was too shocked to do anything for a time. My wife went way overboard, this was too much. Even if I were guilty and I had no idea what had happened, this was way beyond understanding. I did see the danger in this, she was without a condom, she may well be pregnant. We were trying for a baby. Well, those days were gone now. The anger rose and I had to vomit. The cell phone was there next to my right hand . I made a call. "Jane, I need some help over here." "What did you do? Superglue your hands to the door?" She laughed. " Or did your wife superglue your hands to something? I told her about the way you acted with Judy." "I was falling down drunk, Jane. I told her what happened." Now I had to be very careful. "She has handcuffed me to our bed and I think she is off somewhere fucking somebody." "Oh, my God. Keith, I will be right there." "Wait the alarms are set. I need to give you the numbers. Get a pen and paper." 18 minutes later I was loose. I took the CD out of the player and got dressed. Jane was asking all kinds of questions. "Jane, listen to me. I have to get away. I will not be here when she comes back. If you say anything about this, I will find a way to punish you." "What are you going to do?" "I need to think. I need time. I will call you and let you know where I am." I grabbed a bag from the closet and packed quickly. "Tell her nothing. You have no idea what happened and you do not know where I am. Tell no one anything. It never happened. Can you do that?" "Okay, Keith. I can do that but what about Susan?" "Right now she is out there fucking some man. A revenge fuck. I have to be away from her for a time. I am having problems with this." "Well you did have sex with Judy. Isn't she entitled to have some revenge?" "Two wrongs do not make a right. I have to get away and think. I am so angry and so hurt that I might hurt her. I have to be gone before she gets here. Damn it, Jane I might kill her." That worked. She saw that I was in real trouble and decided to do as I had asked. I did not think she would hold up very long but I did not need very long. She left the house. I made a copy of the CD and put that the copy into the player. I reset the alarms and left the house. I knew the reset time would should show but I did not care. There would be no record of any alarm sounding off. The rage within me was close to boiling over, I had told no lie when I mentioned killing my wife. Susan: I drove like a madman to get home and release Keith. I did not run lights but I was close many times. I punched the number in to the alarm system and hurried up the stairs. My words were ready. I had the right things to say and before I let him lose I would say them. "Keith, I love you and I forgive you." He was not there. The handcuffs were locked together on the bed. MY Keith was gone. I searched the house there was no way he could have escaped. If he had left the room the screams of the alarm would have the police there in four minutes. I sat on the bed. I started to cry, I made a mistake, I was in deep trouble and there was no one I could call for help. I could not tell anyone what I had done to my husband. Wait there was the guys, they would help me. Oh yes, the phone, if Keith had called some one the number would be here. I pushed redail. "911. How can we help you?" I quickly hung up. He could not have called 911. There were no police here. I looked at the clock. 11:30 PM. Tim was at the damn club. I hadn't looked to see if Roger and John were there. I could not call them. They would just want to fuck me again. I could call Jane, Yes I would call Jane and tell her.......What? There was no way I was going to tell her what had happened. I was alone and I had no help. If only Keith were here. I cried until I fell asleep. Saturday: Keith: I woke up. I had not been sleeping long. I was exhausted; it hurt to even think. I got up and tried to shower. The pictures came rolling back at me. I replayed the entire thing in my mind. I cried and sat on the floor of the shower until cold water forced me to move. I ate breakfast at Waffle House. I walked across the street to the motel and sat on the bed, already made up by the maid. I forced my brain to think. I started to work on a list. I tore up list after list. Finally I had something to do. First, I needed to avoid Susan for several days. Second, I needed access to my house. I still had my keys and I knew the numbers to the security system. This should be no problem. Susan only knew to set and turn the damn thing off. Third, I had to be ready to face her soon. I did not think of what would happen after that meeting. I could not see past the end of today. I could not call Jane, not yet. I needed time to plan. A list is not a plan. A plan can be a list. I needed a plan how to deal with this. I began to cry again. Damn her all to hell, I made a mistake. She knew I was drunk, maybe too drunk to do anything. She had gotten her revenge. I wished she had talked to me. I do not know what I would have done if she had told me what she was going to do. I would have screamed and yelled. I would have forbidden it. I would have left her. I went back to the Waffle house for dinner. On the way back to the motel I picked up a case of beer and a liter of Glen Fetish scotch. I got as drunk as a skunk. At least I was able to sleep. Susan: John called me, waking me up. "Susan, are you ready to do it again? I was thing that we could get together with Tim and do a three-way. " "John, I wanted Keith to see the video we made. I locked him to the bed and I went out with my girl friends. The player was preset so he saw the show. But he was not there when I came home. Keith got away. I do not know where he is. I am scared." "He cannot be all that hard to find. He will be back in a couple of days. Hey. did he take the CD? Sure would not like Clare to see that." I ran to the CD player. The CD was there. The men were safe. I was the only one in trouble. "The CD is here, John." "Microwave it for 5 minutes. Destroy it as soon as you can. Get rid of the damn thing. You know you have just told him. I did not want to make a CD anyway. You were the one who wanted to rub his noise in it. Hell, you said you edited it down to one hour. You and I were together for almost 2 hours." "John, I love Keith. I was angry. Oh God, I just want to be dead." "Well, before you do anything rash, when can I get some more of that wonderful pussy and this time I want that ass too." John was an ass. I told the three of them that it was a one time thing. I hung up the phone and started to cry. Hours later I tried to eat but I vomited the food back out. I took a bottle from the liqueur cabinet and drank my self to sleep. Sunday: Susan: Maybe I can die and ease the pain. I was dying anyway. My head was pounding and I was having dry heaves. "Oh God, just let me die." I got those words out just out just before the heaves returned. At noon I was able to hold down some weak coffee and some toast. I went back to the bed room where I had fucked all three of the men and tried to sleep. I finally took two sleeping pills and crashed. Sunday: Keith: Maybe I can die and ease the pain. I was dying anyway. My head was pounding and I was having dry heaves. "Oh God, just let me die." I got those words out just before the heaves returned. At noon I was able to hold down some weak coffee and some toast at the Waffle House. I went back to the motel and tried to sleep. I finally took two sleeping pills and crashed. Monday: Keith: There was no way I could go in to work. I called in and asked for a week off. I gave the excuse of family problems. My boss, Mr. Graham did not like it but he did give me the time off. I showered and shaved. I took clean clothes from the bag and dressed. I had things to do. I had to protect my ass and my money. First stop was the bank that Susan and I used. I removed 50% of the money in the savings account and the checking account. There some investments but I would leave that alone for now. I went across the street and started new accounts. Second step was the lawyer. She looked at the CD. "This is not admissible in the court room." "I did not think it would be. But I can use it for my own amusement right?" "Sure. Do you want the papers drawn up? What about the house?" "Sell it and split the equity. I will get about 35,000 out of that. We can divide the investment that way too. That is unless she wants to fight me then I have the CD, right?" "You got it." "Yes, can I serve her with the papers?" "Yes. Any citizen can do that." "Have the papers ready as soon as possible." "I will need a retainer of $2000." I wrote the check. I ended up back in the motel. I knew I would hurt too much if I got drunk again. So, I just lay there and my mind played the CD again. It ended too suddenly to be real. It was edited. That meant the rest of it was on her computer. I had to get back in that house. I needed her hard drive. MY God, we had a network, all I needed was my laptop and a phone line. I now had a plan for my loving wife. Funny, I remembered that she had said that I should have an erection after seeing her fuck three men. I did not, I just wanted to vomit. I was smiling as I went to sleep. Susan: Where the hell is he? I called his office early and they said he had taken tome off. Damn him we were going to use that time for a trip to Paris. Where is he? I was sick with worry. The phone rang, I jumped at it and fell down, bruising my leg. Shit! It was Roger calling me. Needle-dick wanted more. I told him to get fucked. He said that was what he was trying to do. He also asked if I had destroyed the CD. He was very upset when I told him no. he had somehow talked to John. I figured Tim would be calling me soon. I called in sick and was reminded that I had no sick days left. I would have to use vacation time. I said I would be in tomorrow. I had to talk to some one. I called Jane. "Jane, have you heard from Keith?" "No, Susan. I have no idea where he is. I am sure that he will call you when he is ready. What is this all about? You aren't still made at him for being drunk at the party, are you." "No, I think I have gotten over that. But I have to tell him. And I cannot find him." "Where have you looked?" "I do not know where to look." "What cheap food place would he buy food if he could not cook for himself." "Waffle House, he loves that shit. I can't stand it." "Where would he stay if he was not at home?" "Motel 8, the worse motel in the world." "Find a Waffle House and see if there is a Motel 8 close by." "Jane, I will get back to you." The yellow pages told me where Keith was. Just off the I-75 freeway was a Waffle House and across the street a Motel 8. I got back to Jane. "I think I know where he is. On the other side of I-75, there is a Waffle House and a Motel 8 across the street. I called but the clerk will not tell me who is registered at the motel. He is only 15 minutes form here." "Good job. Now what?" "I go see him and ask him to come back home." "Susan, what if he is not ready to come back home? And why is he there anyway? What is going on?" "He fucked that Judy woman at your house. You told me how he was all over her." I knew that was a lie but it was all I had. "Susan, he was too drunk to do much of anything and there was no wet spot when I changed the bed." "He said he could not remember anything, I thought he was lying to me." I knew what had happened but I did not want my friend to know I was a stupid slut that had let her husband use me. "Well, if you go to him, what will you do if he will not come home with you. Maybe you should wait until he is ready to see you. I am sure he loves you enough to talk to you about what happened." "I am going after him." "Susan do you have any idea how mad he was Friday night?" "Well, I think he was mad but I do not know how mad." "If you had come home earlier and set him free he would have killed you." "What do you mean, free?" I stopped breathing. He had called her, she was the one who set him free. "Damn, girl, you chained him to a bad and went out to fuck a stranger. How mad did you expect him to be." Fuck a stranger? My husband did not tell her. He still loved me. Thank you, God. "He called you. You were the one who turned him loose." "Yes, it was me. I could not leave him like that. I do not understand why you did." "I thought he had fucked Judy." "Whatever, how could you do that to a man you say you loved. Tim would kill me if I did that." The tears started again. I was sobbing so hard I could not talk, I hung up the phone and cried myself to sleep. Tuesday: Susan: I made it to work. I was useless but I was there. I do not know how I was able to get thought the day but I did it. In the afternoon, Tim called. "Hi, Susan. I an ready for more of that sweet loving. I know you said it was a one time thing but it was so damn good. How did you plan for Keith go? Has he begged you to forgive him yet? Maybe another CD will change make a believer out of him." "Tim, you are a bastard. I heard you in the club last night. You knew that \Keith never did anything with Judy. You set him up. Then you set me up and you fucked me. Now I have to get my husband to forgive me and then I am going to have the three of you idiots strung up and hung out to dry." "Sure you are. You going to use that CD for evidence? I just know every one who sees it will see that you were an innocent little girl. Hell, you were the one to edit it. No one will believe you did not plan it all yourself. I think you better destroy the fucking CD and erase your hard drive. If your husband or the wives find it, we are all in trouble. Every one of think the world of Keith. "Tim, I am not going to harm that CD. You want trouble you have it with me. What I want is a new CD of the three of you assholes telling my husband how and why you did this evil thing to him and me." "It was a silly practical joke. He left before we could tell him. You were the one who asked us to make the revenge CD. You asked us. Susan, hear me good, you tell our wives or show her that fucking CD and you will be sorry." The phone clicked in my ear. I told my boss that I was sick and left for the day. I could tell that he could see I looked like shit, he just waved bye to me. I stopped for a Wendy's for a burger and fries. I was sitting at the table when it occurred to me I could Email Keith. He always checks his email three time a day, at 8AM, at 3 PM and just before he goes to bed. I hurried home and ran to the computer. It was 2 PM. I wrote him a apology. He did not know he was set-up so I wrote as if he had really fucked Judy. My darling Keith, I love you. I am sorry for what I did. I was so angry with you. But now I see that I was wrong too. I should have never done what I did to you. You have to forgive me. I was wrong. I should have talked it out with you and lovingly forgiven you. Please, you have to forgive me, I will forgive you and we can try to move on with our marriage. It took me almost an hour to get the tone right, sorry and penitent but loving and hopeful. I felt better than I had since he told me what he had done. I was smiling as I did the laundry and changed the sheets that I had wet with my tears. I cooked a nice meal for diner and I had two glasses of good wine. I went to sleep with the feeling that I had been saved. Keith: Damn! Her computer was not on. I drove the 15 minutes and looked over the house. Nothing I could see that would tell me if she was there or not. I called her work, the receptionist told me the I could have an appointment tomorrow, that Susan was tied up all day. It was had to disguise my voice but it worked. That girl made an early appointment for Mr. James to see Susan at 9 AM the next day. I had to do it now before she erased the files. I entered the house and entered the code. She was not there. I was home free. I ran to her computer, I turned it on. I turned off the monitor and left quickly setting the system again. Twenty minutes I was in the motel with my laptop hooked up with her big desktop. It only took two minutes and I was in and had the download started. It was three huge files and would take 14 minutes to get it all onto my machine. I started with the largest and would work my way down to the smallest. As I remembered that would be John, Tim, and last Roger. Damn, I fucking hate dial-up. With nothing else to do, I went to Waffle House for lunch. I flirted with the waitress and ate a hearty meal. I was beginning to feel better about this. I still had no good idea where I was going but I was on my way. I got back to the laptop with two hours to go. The wait was forever. Finally at 5 minutes before 3 PM I had it all. I checked my mail and found an email from her. My darling Keith, I love you. I am sorry for what I did. I was so angry with you. But now I see that I was wrong too. I should have never done what I did to you. You have to forgive me. I was wrong. I should have talked it out with you and lovingly forgiven you. If you can forgive me, I will forgive you and we can try to move on with our marriage. I read it 5 times. What the hell was this. She had gone so far in her revenge that I was light-years behind her. I had maybe had sex with Judy, She had fucked three men, filmed it, chained me to a bed and made me watch her and those three men. She had edited the damn film. There was a lot she did not show me. Well I had all of it and I would re-edit it and have a great show for ........WHO? Did I want to destroy three more marriages? The friends I use to have I would never speak to again. I did like Jane, Karen and Clare. They were nice people. They would be the ones hurt by all of this, sure the fucking idiots would be hurt too, but how many innocents would be hurt. No, I had a loaded gun, I could not use. Well, maybe as a threat. I could scare the hell of out the fucking idiots. But they might confess to their wives. Damn there was no way I use the pictures against the idiots. I had to think about this. I ran to Waffle House for diner and returned for a long night of editing. I could still use it against my loving wife. After 6 hours of computer work I had 2 hours and 30 minutes of sex. It appeared that my wife loved John fucking her pussy, loved sucking off Tim and loved Roger fucking her ass. This was a whole different flim than the one I saw. I still got no erection but I did not puke either. I went to sleep feeling like I was a saved man. Wednesday: Susan: I just knew my loving husband would call me today. I went to work with a smile and singing. I anticipated a call after work, so I was really busy so I would not have to stay late. I got out on time and headed home. I wait for the phone to ring as I prepared diner. Maybe he would like diner with me, I make one of his favorite meals, steak and mashed potatoes with gravy, real biscuits, ice tea, and a desert of butter pecan ice cream. He did not call. Does Honesty Pay? H20wader's Ending That was okay, I knew he would call before bed time. I ate one of the steaks and put the other in the fridge. I showered and decide to shave my vagina. He had asked me to do that but it was so much trouble. It was fun thinking how much he would enjoy it. I was giggling while I shaved. I found one of his dress shirts and out it on, he goes crazy when I wear his shirt to bad. Maybe I don't do it often enough. I fell asleep waiting for his call. Keith: With all of things I could finished, I went to work. The boss MR. Jefferson was glad to see me, things had backed up quite a bit in two days. I worked hard and had to stay over for an extra hour. I felt good, it was a good day, tomorrow would be hectic but I was ready for it. I ate at the Waffle House and went to bed early. I slept peacefully and restfully. Thursday: Susan: I was able to get some things accomplished at work. The three stooges did not call me looking for more sex and I was able get a very big client to compare our product with another in a field trail. I knew ours would win. So I had a nice bonus coning when the order came in. I did nor feel that much joy with the victory. Keith still had not called me. At lunch I called him at the Motel 8. Now that I knew he was there the clerk put me through to his room. There was no answer. I still was sure that it would work out I just need to show him how sorry I was. That night I got a surprise. Keith: I invited my dear friends to a party at my house on Friday night. I asked the women, not the men and got assurances that they would all be there when I asked my dearest wife Susan for forgiveness. I promised to tell what had happened. I did not promise to tell the truth. I checked out of the motel and took all my dirty laundry home. I found Susan's laundry. In real Glee, I washed all of her pink and her pale blue and her white and any other light colored underwear with a new pair of red woolen socks. Then I dried everything at the highest heat and for 90 minutes. Everything came out a glorious RED! RED for the slut she was. Red for the treatment of her husband who told her the truth. I had no idea what happened in that bed with Judy, but I knew that I was just not capable of cheating on my wife. I had always told her the truth. I had never lied to her. I had copies of the CD for everyone at the party. Each was wrapped and labeled. I had three 5 X 7 foot pictures of her with John, of her with Tim and of her with Roger. I was not sure that I would give then the gifts but I wanted the CDs ready. I started dinner for Susan and stayed busy until she came home. It was fun in a way. I was going to be the sorrowful, devoted husband. I would be a good little boy. I would not sleep with her because I feared a STD, but I would be so nice. At 5:15 Susan opened the door, there was no alarm and she knew I was there. "Keith, where are you? Keith, I love you. I am so sorry. Darling, I was so wrong to treat you like that. I forgive you for fucking that bitch, you were drunk. You had no idea what you were doing." Somewhere in all that she had wrapped her arms around he and hugged me. I had tasted the stew when I heard her and had a mouthful of food, no way to kiss. I swallowed hard and grinned at her. "Welcome home Susan. Dinner is ready. I will get the wine, sit down." I pulled out the chair that I had always sat in when this was my house and she was my wife. She did not see the significance of that move. That was all right she would see it later. She was unable to contain her glee that I was home. She looked tired but relieved. Actually she looked very beautiful when she did not have another man's cock in one of her holes. "Susan, let us not talk about what as happened during dinner, tell me about work. Did you talk that company into a side by side comparison?" "Yes I did, there will be a huge bonus for me. I know we have the best product. When they switch to us, we will have a 50% increase in sales. We have the capacity by adding a second shift. My company will make a ton of money and I will get a super bonus." We chatted about how she could use the money. I noticed it was how she could use the money not how we could use the money. Well when she saw all her now red underwear she could spend some of that bonus at Victoria's Secret. It was after dinner that she wanted to talk about what had happened that week. "Keith, you have ruined our Paris Vacation by taking a full week off. That only leaves you a week and we need at least 10 days for Paris." "Well, there is always next year." "Keith, by next year I will be pregnant. We cannot go to Paris when I am pregnant." "Susan, could you be pregnant now?" "I do not think so, darling." "Your calendar said you were in your fertile time. What do we do if you are pregnant?" No anger showed in my demeanor or my voice. "I will not have another man's baby. I will have an abortion." Well, well I could add baby killer to the list of my wife's sins. "Susan, I want you to know that I did not use a condom with Judy. I do not know anything about her. Next week I will be tested for STDs. Maybe you should be tested too." "Keith, do you really think that your friends have an STD?" "Well, there were three of them. And I have no idea what they do on boy's night out. I mean look how fast they all said yes to you. Don't you think they would say yes to any woman if they were asked?" She look a long breath, "I suppose so, Keith. I will get tested after my next period. Since we cannot have sex, can we just cuddle?" "Honey, I have not been sleeping well. I am really tired. I think I will go to bed early." "Good, we can cuddle in bed." "No, Susan, you know what always happens when we cuddle in bed. I will sleep in the front bedroom." Like hell I will ever sleep again in that bedroom where you fucked all my so-called best friends. There was enough emphasis in my voice that she let it drop and I head up for to my bed. I was glad this was so easy. I was asleep in 10 minutes. Susan: That night was weird. At 5:15 I opened the door, there was no alarm, so I knew he was there. "Keith, where are you? Keith, I love you. I am so sorry. Darling I was so wrong to treat you like that. I forgive you for fucking that bitch, you were drunk. You had no idea what you were doing." Somewhere in all that I was able to hug him and give him a grind with my pelvis. When I kissed him all I tasted was the damn stew he was cooking. Damn, I hate fucking stew. "Welcome home Susan. Dinner is ready. I will get the wine sit down." He pulled out a chair for me and I sat down at the table. I was so happy he was back. It was okay. I was unable to contain my glee that Keith was home. I know I looked tired but I was so relieved. "Susan, let us not talk about what as happened during dinner, tell me about work. Did you talk the company into a side by side comparison." "Yes I did, there will be a huge bonus for me. I know we have the best product. When they "switch to us, we will have a 50% increase in sales. We have the capacity by adding a second shift. My company will make a ton of money and I will get a super bonus." We chatted about how I could use the money. He did not ask me about us just how I could use the money. I was thinking of spending some of that bonus at Victoria's Secret. I wanted all new lingerie for my husband. It was after dinner that I had to talk to him about what had happened that week. I decided to bring up the Paris vacation. "Keith, you have ruined our Paris vacation by taking a full week off. That only leaves you a week of vacation time and we need at least 10 days for Paris." "Well, there is always next year." "Keith, by next year I will be pregnant. We cannot go to Paris when I am pregnant." "Susan, could you be pregnant now?" "I do not think so, darling." "Your calendar says you were in your fertile time. What do we do if you are pregnant?" No anger showed in his demeanor or his voice. He had forgiven me. I was safe. But what if I were pregnant. I wanted to ask him to accept the baby as his no matter what. Somehow I just did not think he would do that. "I will not have another man's baby. I will have an abortion." "Susan, I want you to know that I did not use a condom with Judy. I do not know anything about her. Next week I will be tested for STDs. Maybe you should be tested too." Damn, I did not think about STDs. Shit I could have ... fucking hell! Time to bluff. "Keith, do you really think that your friends have an STD?" Share the blame with our friends "Well there were three of them. And I have no idea what they do on boy's night out. I mean look how fast they all said yes to you. Don't you think they would say yes to any woman if they were asked?" I look a long breath, "I suppose so, Keith. I will get tested after my next period. Since we cannot have sex, can we just cuddle?" Anything to get in bed with him. He could not hold me without making love. "Honey, I have not been sleeping well. I am really tired. I think I will go to bed early." "Good, we can cuddle in bed." I needed him to make love to me. That way I will not have to abort the baby, if there is a baby. "No Susan, you know what always happens when we cuddle in bed . I will sleep in the front bedroom." Well he was not going to make love to me. He went to the front bedroom. In 10 minutes, he was snoring. I sat up for another hour thinking about the dinner and what was said. I had to be better, I wonder why he sat me in his chair at the table. I was yawning too much and went to bed. I was asleep in 10 minutes. Friday: The full week had passed. Susan: I woke up with a marvelous good feeling. My loving husband was back. All was forgiven. I could have a baby and things could go back before he fucked that bitch. Well, he did not really fuck her, but I know he would have if he had not been so drunk. Well, the three stooges had put him in her bed. But.... I showered and dressed for work. What the fucking hell, all my pastel underwear was fucking red. All I had that was not red were the black ones So I wore black. I was not to say anything about it, that could wait until the weekend. I would make him take me out and buy me all new underwear. I had my hair brushed and my makeup on and headed downstairs. Keith was in the kitchen making me breakfast. He had never done that before; this was so unlike the Keith. "Good morning Susan. Are you ready for breakfast?" Hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth. He was trying to make me happy. "I sure am, darling. I am so glad you are back. I just knew we would be our old selves when you came back home." He did look so cute in my pink apron. Maybe he would like cooking for me. With that bonus I would get and with what I was going to be making, maybe he would like to stay home and be the care giver fpr the baby while I worked. I would ask him about that later too. His breakfast for me was better than anything I had ever made for him. I loved him so much. When I kissed him good bye when I left for work, he was turning to check on his eggs so I missed his lips. Works was great, everyone was congratulating me on the comparison test. The entire department was sure that that we would get the contract. My boss and the top boss took me out to lunch. I was on top of the world. They even let me go home early. I opened the door and Keith was in the middle of putting up decorations for the party. Nothing fancy, a few flowers, clearing the basement, laying out the floor sections for dancing. Over the summer Keith had built some 4X8 plywood sheets that had parquet layer on top. A little wax and a 12 X 16 dance floor, stackable in the storage area and easy to lay out. Keith was good with his hands and even better with other things. I did notice some rolled up posters but he told me that they might be displayed later but maybe not. The bar was ready to go, I thought it was short drinks but Keith reassured me that there was more than enough. He had arranged for delivery from Quizno's for the fixing for subs. He had lots of mix and other soft drinks. So with everything is good shape, I went up stairs and showered and dressed for the party. Keith: I made breakfast, she is so sure of herself she did not notice that I never made breakfast. She did try to kiss me when she left for work, but I was able to turn my head to check on my eggs. Whew! After she left, I cleaned the basement and go out the dance floor I made last summer. I got some bunches of flower from the flower shop and had then in vases through out the house. I also got the 5 X 7 pictures but decided against them. I rolled them and put rubber bands around them so they would stay rolled until I decided to let them drop. I ordered the sub making material. I got the gift wrapped CDs and put them in a safe place. I had showered and dressed when she came in. She was early of course but I was ready. The three couples arrived on time and I poured the drinks. The talk started in a wary way but as the guys saw that I was being very mellow they relaxed and we all laughed at some silly jokes. The three wives were dressed sexy but not slutty. They were laughing and talking. The good time was under way. Susan came down stairs. The way she was dressed was a real conservation stopper. The dress was 2 inches below her knees. The neck line was almost to the neck. It was the most un-sexy dress I had ever seem on her. She asked for a soft drink. When I suggested that the men go downstairs for pool, no one did not object. Then I lower the boom on them "Hear me and hear me well. I have copies of the unedited film. I have CDs for everyone," the looks on their faces was indeed priceless. "I have an envelope for each of you. I want the matter inside the envelope signed and back into my hands by Monday at 5 PM. I am not willing to discuss the matter." I leaned back on a chair and waited. Each one tore and ripped and read. They all looked at me with hate then fear. The promissory note and 12 pictures were hard enough to take. They had suddenly lost their appetite for a party, but they could not get out of it now. They had to stay and have fun. I would enjoy watching them tonight. It certainly would be more fun than last Friday. I did not laugh. But I did toast their health. Susan: I had my dress laid out, short tight and low cut. Then I remembered that I was trying to get Keith to forgive me for what I had done. I changed to a more conservative outfit. Long , high and prudish. I did not wear panties or a bra but no one would ever know in that dress. It was a show stopper when I went downstairs. All noticed but no one said a word. Then Keith took the guy downstairs for pool. He always wins and they bet silly things. I did not hear any yells or groans so I figured that Keith was being easy on them. In 30 minutes the girls and I head down for some dancing. I have never been to such a dead party. The three stooges were dead. I mean they were trying to have fun, they laughed, they danced, but no touches, no bumps, no crude or sexy remarks. The music was loud the drinks were strong, but they had no life. Except Keith. He was a dancing fool. Several times he was dancing with two girls at a time. I was never one of the two girls. Not just dancing, he was touching. Any ass or any breast near him he would bump, fondle or grope. Well, he bumped the three other wives, he fondled the other wives and he groped their asses. He did not do that to me. Maybe the conservative dress was a turn off. Needles to say the party broke up early, except for Keith no one was having any fun anyway. By 11 it was all over. Keith told me to go to bed he would clean up. I was ready for sleep. It was the most boringest party I had ever seen. I tossed and turned but I went to sleep. Keith: I wanted to but I just could not do it. I was mad, I was hurt but I could not do it. After I sent Susan to bed I just sat and wondered why I did not do it. Hell, I knew I liked Jane, Clare and Karen. They were nice people. I could not hurt them. Wel,l there was a change in my plans. I burned the posters I got all the CDs and microwaved four of them. I got four large mailing envelopes and took them out to my car and put then under the seat. Then I wrote a letter to my wife. ,Susan, you have made the biggest mistake you could ever make. I do not believe that I had sex with Judy, but it matters not. Your payback was too long, too hurtful, too mean and too brutal. I will see an attorney on Monday after work. You should have the papers by Friday. I want a divorce. I need a divorce. If you fight me on this I will destroy every marriage of all three women that are your friends. I will post the pictures and film on the internet. I will shame you in front of you family. If you agree to the divorce we will split everything down the middle and each go out onw way. We are both young enough to make new lives. There will be no communication except through our lawyers. Keith. I began to pack. At 7 Am Sunday morning I drove away. I returned to the Motel 8. Monday afternoon I had all three signed and notarized noted in my hands. I wrote another letter to each of the wives. Jane, Clare, and Karen. Dear Jane, you husband has made a major error. If he confesses to you, this is a part payment for your pain. If he does not confess the notes are yours. I suggest a safe deposit box. Your husband will be paying a good sun of money into an account to reclaim these notes in 15 years. Do not ask me, I will never tell. Do not ask him, just let him have a large hidden savings just for you. You are the only one who can withdraw the money. Use it wisely and well. Keith I found an apartment and moved in. I got the furniture when she was not at hime and left her a note of what I took. The divorce went as I expected. The house sold at a great price. The new family in my old house found the dance floor and use it often. I have heard that my old friends go to parties there and dance on my floor. Susan moved away, I know not where. I am dating and looking for a woman who can maybe ask me and forgive me if I ever make a mistake like that again. Does honesty pay? I will find out with the woman i love when i find her. The CDs are still in a safe deposit box. I will never need them but I will keep them. * * * * * As always, i am the H20wader. the ravings of a lunatic. 'Lay on MacDuff and damned be he who cries, "Hold enough". MacBeth, act V scene viii.