72 comments/ 54880 views/ 24 favorites Fighting for Broken Trust Ch. 01 By: FinalStand *Love isn't lost. It is right where we abandoned it* (I do not claim to be a lawyer or even a decent student of the law) (Monday evening) Helen Davies only noticed the differences when she stepped into the hallway; the automatic lights didn't' come one. 'What the crap?' she wondered. She put her purse down and walked over to the switch. The lights came on then. "In here," her husband Terrance called from the den. Helen mumbled a curse and walked that way. "Leave the lights off," he asked her as she reached for the closest switch. Helen groaned; Terrance was in one of his depressed moods. Sometimes she felt like slapping him upside his childish little head. "Last weekend was sort of a bomb, wasn't it," Terrance continued. "It didn't do much for me," Helen responded. Actually it had been a colossal waste of her time. Terrance had attempted to be romantic and all he succeeded in doing was being annoying. Terrance was all compassion but no passion which was something that had become more and more disgusting over the years. "It was so bad that when we got back I forgot to tell you of something I did for you this weekend while we were at the bed and breakfast," he told her. "What?" Helen sighed at his melodramatic meanderings. "You remember how you always worried about your precious painting getting stolen all over the house?" he continued. "Yes," Helen said hesitantly. "I had motion-activated cameras installed around the house and linked to my home and work computers," he said as he lifted a glass of scotch to his lips. Helen froze, rendered speechless. Terrance picked up the remote and cut on the TV. Helen stumbled around the sofa. "There is a glass on the table and some scotch. Why don't you join me?" he requested. Helen did nothing so Terrance clarified. "Helen, sit your ass down." On the screen Helen saw herself and a co-worker, Cochrane Tantz, stumble into the doorway. He was peeling off her jacket and kissing her throat. Helen went to the sofa Terrance was sitting on and sat beside him. On the TV Helen watched Cochrane and herself press each other against the walls and ravage one another. She pulled off his tie and opened his shirt so she could she kiss his breastbone. He tore her shirt open and chewed on her nipples through her bra. When Cochrane tore her panties down and drove his first thrust into her waiting pussy she thought Terrance would shut it off. Terrance didn't so Helen took another long drink. For thirty-five minutes Helen and Terrance watched her debauchery. For the first twenty minutes Helen had to admit she was turned on. She was getting fucked hard and passionately. Then on screen she walked to the bathroom and Cochrane lay on the bed breathing deeply. She almost missed what he said. "What a fucking cow," he whispered with a terrible sneer on his lips. When Helen returned onscreen Cochrane was all smiles again. He had her perform a blowjob on him while he playfully swatted her ass. Once she'd brought him off again they got dressed, made a few jokes and headed back out the door, but Helen was struck with how aged her body looked lying on that bed next to him. "What now?" Helen whispered as she went back for her third glass of scotch. "It took me about half an hour to digest this. By two I'd contacted our lawyer and by three he had two investigators in Cochrane's office ringing out a full confession from him; with the vaguest of promises that I won't tell his wife he told them everything of your three year affair." "Oh God," groaned Helen. Cochrane hadn't even warned her. He had sat in his office until close of business and ran home to his wife leaving her to face her husband alone and unprepared. "What are you going to do to me?" she whispered. "I'm not sure," Terrance said evenly. "I want you to suffer; that much I know. I've already emptied our joint accounts and cancelled all of your credit cards, even the ones I didn't know about until I checked our credit report today." "Check that; in our joint checking account I left you two hundred dollars for some basic expenses; you can still buy gas and lunch as long as you don't go overboard," Terrance explained. "But what am I going to do?" Helen asked. "I imagine we will get a bite to eat and then we'll go to bed," he informed her. "Go to bed ... with you ... but ..." Helen stammered. "I may need a blowjob in the morning. I'm not fucking you until you get a blood test. It will take my forensic accountants some time to see who else you have been whoring around with," Terrance added in his same business-like tone. Helen had never seen this side of Terrance before. He was always so nice and considerate and pandered to her needs. "No, I'm not some whore for you to abuse Terrance," Helen responded with some heat. "Helen," Terrance replied in an angry tone, "there are two papers in front of you." "One is our divorce settlement; I'll get everything of course," he continued. "You had an extra-marital affair behind my back for three years. Cochrane also told us about Danielle and once we track her down we can add a bi-sexual affair to this one. How much more will an in-depth study of your credit history reveal?" Helen blanched. She thought she'd been careful, but that was only meant to fool a trusting husband not a thorough investigation. "The other one?" she asked. "You sign over everything we share in common to me, surrendering all current and future rights," he stated. "How is this any better than a divorce?" she wailed. "One leaves you sleeping in a hotel room tonight while two leaves you sleeping in my bed," he explained. "With two I'm left with nothing," she told him. "Yes," he fixed her with his angry gaze, "you will have to trust me for everything you have." Helen recoiled at that thought. For fifteen years of marriage he had trusted her implicitly and she'd betrayed that trust far many more times than she wanted to remember right then. "Please Terrance, leave me with what I've made in my company and we'll part ways," Helen pleaded for mercy. "Are you referring the partnership I bought into for you? I'm not saying you aren't good at marketing, but you would be another worker in the trenches without me. You used my money and my trust to get ahead and you used it to fuck underlings, so no, I'm not feeling generous," Terrance answered. He wasn't even going to call her stupid or unskilled. He'd never underestimated her in any other aspect of their lives. He had believed in her. "How long do I have to decide?" she asked. "I'm going to put in a ninety-second meal in the microwave. Have one of the two signed by the time I get back or I'll toss you out on your ass and get proceedings against you started in the morning," Terrance replied. Whatever else Helen wanted to say was dismissed by Terrance's abrupt departure. Helen stared down at her two decisions. Terrance had been such a nice guy. It had made him the safe choice to marry. He'd started out well-to-do and made himself quite rich building up his own aeronautics firm, yet all the money and things she asked for had not made her happy. She'd turned to flirtations to get by, then flirtations became trysts and trysts became affairs. All the while Terrance had remained blind until now. She heard him coming back out and the two choices -- three really (she could walk out) came crashing down. She looked at him entering the room and quickly signed. "Cook yourself some dinner then we go to bed. You will go to work tomorrow; I have work to do that will take up my next few days. Will you be working late?" Helen gulped. When she had come in the door she'd actually thought about a little late night 'conferencing' with Cochrane. Now she wanted to castrate the man. "Do you want me to fire Cochrane?" Helen wondered. "Not particularly," Terrance surprised her by saying. "So I suffer and he gets off scot free?" Helen blathered with indignation. "He didn't betray me, you did," Terrance glared at her. "As for the rest, I'm not saying he's getting off scot-free, only that you don't need to fire him. You don't get a say in this relationship, for now anyway." "I'm not your whore," Helen persisted. "Of course not; I respect whores because they know what they are and it is business to them, not personal. What you did to me was personal Helen. You could have had sex anywhere, but you chose to do it in our marriage bed. In case you are wondering I've already changed the sheets," he added. "Now go get your food." Helen had nothing else she could do so she staggered her way to her kitchen. Dinner passed in quiet with Helen afraid to speak any farther and Terrance not feeling the need to do more tonight. When they were getting to go to bed Helen started putting on her pajamas. "No," Terrance directed. "From here on out I want you to sleep naked. If I want you sexually it is not a matter of discussion. You will do what I want or else." Helen struggled to say something, to resist, but she felt trapped and hopeless. (Tuesday) Helen woke up with the pleasurable sensation of her nipple being suckled. She reached out and ran her fingers through Terrance's hair. Then the reality of the last twelve hours came crashing in. She froze up but then jumped a little as Terrance ran a hand along her slit. He moved his head so that he was leaning over her and sucking on her other nipple. "Oh ..." she moaned. She rested her spare hand on her stomach and rotated her hips against his hand. Terrance brought his hand up, grasped hers and pulled it down to her pussy. Soon they were rubbing her pussy together. "Oh," she repeated as she became wet and they both shoved a finger into her snatch. Terrance had never done this with her before. He took her hand and pushed it deeper into her. "Get yourself off," he told her coldly. "Fuck yourself; do you understand?" Helen nodded her head and worked herself furiously. Terrance began suckling one nipple while rubbing and teasing the other with a hand. The harder Helen's body tensed up the harder Terrance sucked and the more he bit down until it hurt. "Please," she begged, "it hurts." "Shut up and fuck yourself," he snapped between mouthfuls of breast. On particularly brutal bite caused Helen to erupt. Her whole body spasms and it only got more powerful when Terrance grabbed her hand and kept fucking her with it. Her body was wracked with passion for over a minute. When she was done Terrance got out of bed without comment. "Terrance that was great," Helen said softly. He turned on her violently and glared at her. "I don't care," he shot back. "Get dressed. You have to get to work and I have business to take care of. I expect you home at six," and he went to the bathroom and Helen was left confused. That had been some of the most bizarre yet exciting sex she'd ever had with her husband yet it was clear he wasn't trying to mend fences. Helen sat behind her desk at work and started calling every divorce attorney in the book. She needed a way out of this and she needed one soon. She got several promising responses and made spots on her schedule to start fighting back. Her husband was rich and 'controlling' so they thought there was a good chance of her getting most of what was hers and maybe a little more. Cochrane came by her office around ten looking shame-faced. "I apologize Helen," he began. "For not warning me or for calling me a 'Fucking Cow'?" she growled. Cochrane flinched. No longer was he this passionate lover; he was some worm who used her to advance his own career. "Listen, it wasn't like that," he insisted. "I saw the footage," she snapped. "Footage," he gasped. "All I heard was a transcript." "Then welcome to my life," Helen sneered. It was with a fierce grin on her lips that she dismissed Cochrane. She had to wonder what her husband had in store for him. About that time Terrance knocked on Cochrane and Nadine Tantz's door. Nadine answered it, taking a moment to place the face. "You are Mr. Davies," she smiled a bit nervously. "You are Cochrane boss's wife. What can I do for you?" "Can I come inside and have a half hour of your time?" he asked calmly. "Is Cochrane okay?" Nadine asked cautiously. "Yes, but that is why I need to talk with you. Can I come in and talk to you?" he repeated. Nadine found herself standing aside. Terrance looked for the kitchen table and placed his laptop computer on it. "I need to show you something but first I want you to know something that I only became aware of yesterday afternoon. Your husband and my wife have been having an affair for the past three years." Nadine blinked then shook her head. "No, that couldn't have happened. Cochrane and I have a happy relationship," she told him. "I have footage and credit card receipts that say differently. If you want me to walk out the door I'm gone and you will never see my again. I've started dealing with my wife. I wasn't sure if you wanted to do something with your husband," he told her. "I need a cup of coffee," she said in a distant voice. "Do you want one?" "Thank you," Terrance responded. He waited until she was sitting down at the table with him. "Are you sure?" she whispered. Instead of responding himself he pulled up the file and began playing Cochrane's confession of his relationship with Helen Davies. When Nadine started sobbing he cut it off. "You've suspected something for some time?" he asked. She nodded. "I didn't want to notice but Cochrane has been so sexually demanding all our lives together, but that had been lessening for the past few years. I thought it was me, but now I know why." she hiccupped. "What are you going to do about your wife?" she asked next. "Threaten everything she values including her position in the company," he confided in her. "I'm not going to take it away; I'm going to hold its existence over her head. This is not something she's getting over, but something she gets to experience in the same way she was able to cheat on me for the longest time." "What happens if I divorce Cochrane? I don't have a job. We are mortgaged to the hilt and our credit card debt is so high," she moaned. "Is that your sole concern?" Terrance asked her. "I don't know," she snuffled. "Why don't I show you what I have then you can make a more informed decision," he offered. An hour and a half later; Nadine was virtually a broken woman. Not only was Cochrane with Helen, but they would occasionally take on a third partner. He had been very informative in his effort to save himself. Terrance found it sad that his wife who was normally so smart chose a sex partner who was all looks and no brains. "I can't stay here," Nadine managed to say. "Nadine, you tell me what you want to do and I'll do it for you. If you like you can spend the night at my place. I have three spare bedrooms and plenty of space. You can stay as long as you like." "What ... I don't get it ... I don't know you," she sounded shocked and suddenly suspicious and afraid. Terrance pulled out his wallet, took two things from it, and took out a pen. "Here, this is a credit card. Get yourself a room for the night and give me a call in the morning," told her. He slid the card across. He then wrote down something on a card, "and this is my home address and number, so if you need anything call me." "Why are you doing this for me?" she wondered. "Of all the people on the planet, who can better understand what I'm going through than you?" Terrance pointed out. "All I can understand right now is that I hurt yet I don't want to be alone." She nodded in response; that made sense to her. (Tuesday evening) Terrance got off his phone with his lawyer. So far Helen had gotten herself a lawyer to handle her case. They weren't top notch, but due to the circumstances of possible divorce, but they had started up some motions. Intricate bookkeeping had played out well for Terrance. His wife had never separated her expenses from the family expenses so he could claim abandonment. The valuable parts of their property had all been left in his name for tax purposes. Helen had felt that was a pretty clever way to get what she wanted but kept her salary for herself. Had she invested well instead of living large things might be looking better for her. The worst case for Terrance was a payout of $50,000 and one of the cars. She'd still lose her partnership in the firm. As a countersuit, his lawyer was going to represent Nadine Tantz against Helen for alienation of affection. That would be costing Helen for years and years. When Helen came home he closed off his screen and looked over to her. "Good evening Helen; how was your day?" Terrance said idly. "It was productive," she carefully responded. "They found Danielle and she gave us Marcus and Odette," he informed her. Helen staggered. "How many more of your former lovers are we going to dig up?" "Stop it," she moaned, "just stop it." "Why? You retained a divorce attorney today so I really think I should keep digging. You can't imagine how humiliating it is to be told how long and with how many people you've been having sex with while you shared my bed. Don't you dare think I'm doing this amuse myself, damn you!" he shouted. Helen took a step back and looked to the door. She seriously contemplated leaving and heading to a bar. "Don't you dare," Terrance threatened. "You walk out that door you had better keep going." Helen's heart sank. "Terrance, what do you want from me?" she asked. "When I figure it out, I'll let you know. Now it is time for you to cook dinner," he told her. Helen came into the kitchen and started putting together something to eat. It was somewhat of a surprise that Terrance came over to her side and began helping her. Helen turned to say something, but he glared her way. "Don't you fucking say a word," he snapped. They passed a few minutes in silence. "Did you get your blood test?" "No Terrance; that is insulting," she responded. "Get the results to me by Friday or you are out," he stated clearly. "Do I have a choice?" she sighed. "Of course, you can find someone new willing to ram you with their cock, or lick your cunt who can take you in and keep you once you lose your job. How hard can that be at your age?" he growled. "You are a real bastard," Helen observed. "I wonder how that came about?" he countered. "Terrance, you are starting to really scare me. You are not like this," she told him. "I've loved you since the first time I saw you Helen and now I wonder if you ever gave a damn about me ... for fifteen years you've played me like a fool. You have every reason to be afraid of me," he growled. They had finished dinner when Terrance's phone rang. "Mr. Davies, can I come by and talk with you?" Nadine Tantz said. "Sure," he responded. "I have the girls with me. I only need to get my head on straight," she promised. Nadine and Cochrane had two young girls, Talia; age twelve and Rhonda; age eight. "Come on by. I'll make sure the lights are on," he responded. After hanging up the phone Terrance noticed Helen staring. "We have company coming," was all he told her. When the doorbell rang Terrance moved to it swiftly. Outside stood Nadine Tantz and her two daughters; she was holding Rhonda on her hip. "Come on in," Terrance said as he stepped aside. The three girls came in and shuffled down the hallway. When Helen stepped into sight Nadine pulled up short. "What's she doing here?" Helen and Nadine said simultaneously. "Nadine, Helen is here at my sufferance. If you like I can send her back to the bedroom while we talk," Terrance explained. He didn't address Helen for the moment. "I thought you had thrown her out?" Nadine tried to comprehend what was going on. Fighting for Broken Trust Ch. 01 "Helen will stand out in the backyard naked if you ask her to," Terrance offered. "What the hell? No I won't," Helen squawked. Terrance turned and glared at her and Helen paled. "Fine, I'll go back to the bedroom," Helen said quietly. She turned her leave but Terrance cleared his throat. "Helen, Nadine hasn't said you can leave yet," he informed her. Helen stopped. "I don't understand," Nadine whispered. "Nadine, this woman slept with your husband and ruined your marriage. Get all the revenge you feel you need," he told Nadine with compassion. "Mom?" questioned Talia Tantz asked. "Who is this woman?" "Don't you worry about it Talia. Go find the TV room and take your sister with you. I have to talk with this man," Nadine told her daughter. Terrance showed the daughters were to go then came back to find Nadine and Helen staring at each other. For Nadine it was surreal; for Helen it was fearful because this was a woman had just as much reason to hate her as her husband and she already knew she didn't like the direction her husband was going down. "Nadine, let's go to the kitchen and talk," Terrance directed. Nadine stared at him for a second trying to catch up with events. "One thing," Nadine said in a distant voice. With a little more force, "Helen, go to the bedroom and wait until one of us comes and gets you." Helen stumbled back then walked away with as much dignity as she could muster. Once in the kitchen Nadine and Terrance sat down facing one another. "What just happened?" she asked. "If Helen leaves me or disobeys me I take away everything she has including her job. I gave her that option but she's chosen to wait for me to decide her final fate," he responded. "Is Cochrane going to lose his job?" she wanted to know. "It will hard for him to provide child support and alimony if he does," Terrance said grimly. "I've told Helen to not fire him." "What are the girls and I going to do?" she moaned. "Stay here as long as you want. I have three spare bedrooms plus plenty of room to bump around in. Helen decided we weren't going to have kids a decade ago after we bought the house," Terrance told her. "I don't know if I want to be in the same house as her," Nadine admitted. "I can send her to a motel for the night," he offered. "You would do that for me?" Nadine questioned. "Nadine so far I've discovered that my wife has had affairs with a half-dozen people. I am hardly in a generous mood," he explained. "Let me think about it please," Nadine. She left the kitchen and went to check on her girls. Talia looked up at her with concern, but Rhonda was engrossed in the TV. "Mom, what is going on? Why were you yelling and crying at Dad?" Talia said. "Mommy and Daddy are having some troubles," Nadine answered. Talia continued to look worried. "You said Dad cheated on you." "He did honey. Did you see that woman when we came in?" Talia nodded. "She cheated with Daddy." "Why are we here? Who was that man?" Talia persisted. "He is that woman's husband and he is going to help us," Nadine hesitated then added, "We are going to be staying here for a while." "Mom ..." Talia said in a worried tone. "He says you can have your own room," Nadine offered. Talia's eyes lit up. It was not that she wasn't still worried, but having her own room without a bratty sister was one of her lifelong dreams. To help her daughter adjust she went back to Terrance and together they unloaded the car. That Talia got the sole bedroom in the basement made everything even better. (Wednesday) Helen woke up on her side feeling his hands running over her body. Her back was to him so she couldn't read his expressions, but his intentions became clear as he pushed one of her legs up until her knee was half way to her chest. She sighed deeply when his first finger pushed up into her. She found herself already damp and getting wetter. She wiggled slightly. "Play with your nipples," he commanded with a whisper. Helen obeyed and her nipples hardened and came alive under her touch. "Harder," he told her and again she obeyed. He sank a second finger in then a third which was painfully tight. "Please baby, it hurts," she pleaded. She regretted it the moment she said it. Terrance could really hurt her. Instead he pulled his fingers out and ran them back along her length. Finally one finger reached he anus and pushed against it. Helen hadn't had anal sex with Terrance in a decade and that had been uncomfortable at the time. She'd since learned to tolerate the practice but never with him. Frankly she had never wanted to bother herself with working him through the process. His finger popped in and it hurt. Helen flinched but Terrance didn't stop; when his fist touched her ass he drew it back out. Next he inserted his first two fingers back into her cunt so that now he was double penetrating her. He quickly picked up his pace and the painful sensation rapidly became highly erotically charged. "Play with your nipples harder," he whispered to her again. Helen found herself pushing back against his hand harder and harder as pleasure rippled through her. She was getting close when he instructed her to scream into her pillow. She did so just in time. Fuck she had never come so hard with her husband. Her ass and pussy felt abused but all she could think of was that she wanted more. He was half way out of bed when she rolled over to look at him. His back was rigid with tension and he moved without remorse or pleasure. For the first real time Helen began to understand what she'd stolen from her husband. He had loved her and she'd stolen that away to be replaced by a raw brutal desire to possess her. There was an awkward moment when Terrance and Helen joined Nadine and the girls at the kitchen table. Nadine was feeding her kids but offered Terrance some sausages and eggs. She stared at Helen before getting a plate and offering her some food as well. "Sit down and eat with us please," Terrance directed Helen. Helen reluctantly did so because she knew it wasn't really a request. Besides, her ass still hurt a little bit. "Terrance, I have to take the kids to their schools. What are you doing the rest of the day?" Nadine asked. "I'll be working at home," he responded. "Do you need anything?" "We can talk about it when I get back if that is okay?" Nadine replied. Terrance nodded. When Nadine got back she paced around Terrance muttering to herself before confronting him. "Should I leave Cochrane? I mean we have had many good years and he is the father of my children. I don't have anything without him. What am I going to do? My last job was at a coffee shop fifteen years ago." "Nadine, I am hardly an impartial judge; he was sleeping with my wife, but I have to ask you this right now: Will you ever trust him again? This wasn't a fling; it was a three year affair," Terrance pointed out. Nadine looked crestfallen. "I want to trust him," she pleaded. "Then we take you home," Terrance said evenly. Nadine paced back and forth twice then started crying. Terrance got up and stood beside her. "How do you put up with her?" Nadine sobbed. "I don't know. I haven't forgiven Helen and I don't trust her, but I'm not done with her yet," Terrance laid it out. "Where does that leave me and Cochrane?" Nadine sobbed. "Leave his ass, divorce him and if you decide to take him back do it on your terms," Terrance told her firmly. Nadine nodded. "I guess we need to get some stuff from our ... my old home. Are you sure I can stay here with the girls?" "Until you get on your feet you can remain with me," Terrance assured her. Now let's go get a U-Haul and boxes. I think we have a long day ahead of ourselves. Also, would you like to meet with a divorce attorney? I know a good one," Terrance told her. They spent the rest of the day going over things and moving some of the girls' things over to their new rooms. (Wednesday evening) Before Helen got home Cochrane was on the phone with Nadine; first pleading then shouting and finally crying for her to come back. Terrance sat back and waited for the reaction with what came next. He asked where she was and she told him that she was at Helen Davies' place. "What?" Terrance heard Cochrane mumble. "Yes," Nadine growled, "I'm at Terrance and Helen's place. I'm sure you know where that is. In fact I have video evidence that shows me you know your way all the way to the bedroom." "How can you do this to me?" he gasped. "After you cheated on me I had to go somewhere," Nadine snapped. "Terrance had given me and the girls a home." "Terrance? That wimp; if he couldn't keep Helen happy what do you expect him to do for you?" he laughed sarcastically. "I don't want to sleep with him. He hasn't tried any such thing," she added with a smile toward Terrance, "he's been honest with me, Cochrane." "I am coming over," he challenged Nadine. She looked to Terrance who nodded. Nadine hung up and started looking terrified. "Go tell the girls that their father is coming over," Terrance smiled to her. He went to Helen to let her know what to expect as well. She was torn between fear and loathing. Cochrane's arrival was hardest on the girls. They knew that their parents were fighting but didn't know why. Terrance made the living room clear for them before Cochrane arrived. He and Helen retired to the kitchen with some wine as the family drama unfolded. It didn't take long for the tears to begin. When Cochrane started yelling at Nadine Terrance decided to put in an appearance. "Let's call it an evening," Terrance said in a calming voice. Cochrane turned on him angrily, a sense of disgust and superiority playing across his face. He had screwed the lesser man's wife after all. "This is none of your business," he snapped to Terrance. He went so far as to menace Terrance. The three other women were in tears. "I suggest you deal with this through lawyers," Terrance remained calm. "You were never man enough," he seethed into Terrance's face. Cochrane wished the other man would start something. He was filled with rage and regret for what had happened. What Nadine knew was that Cochrane didn't own up to what had happened. It was Helen's fault, or Terrance's fault, or even a little bit of her fault, but none of it his own. He had been stripped bare before her eyes as selfish and superficial. The scariest part of the whole confrontation between the two of them was when Cochrane threatened her financial well-being. She had stood up and yelled back in his face that Terrance would be a far better provider than he had ever been. Cochrane had lost it and called her a whore in front of her own children. She called him a cheating bastard. Things would have gotten even worse if Terrance hadn't intervened. Cochrane turned his anger on the smaller, softer man. "I suggest you leave now Cochrane while you have a shred of your children's respect left," Terrance suggested. Cochrane hit him and Terrance staggered back. "Come on you bastard!" he snarled triumphantly as blood seeped from Terrance's mouth. He stood back up and glared right back at Cochrane. Nadine and the girls were crying and sobbing. "I'm electing not to insult you out of respect for you wife and children Cochrane," Terrance mumbled while his hand rubbed chin. "You are a gutless wonder," Cochrane continued. "No wonder you couldn't keep Helen." Only when the only sound left in the room was the sobbing of his children did Cochrane realized what he'd said. "I need to be going," he muttered. Helen stepped out with a phone in her hand. "Have fun on the drive home," Helen gloated. "I've called the cops on you." "What? What for?" he stammered. "You punched my husband you dumba ..." she caught Terrance's disapproving glare, "inconsiderate ass," she finished. "I think that qualifies as assault and battery." "What I the hell did you do that for?" he gasped. "Cochrane," Nadine whimpered, "you hit a man." Cochrane grumbled, spun and headed out the door. Terrance took Helen back to the kitchen while Nadine comforted her children. When Helen got back into the kitchen with Terrance she studied him cautiously. "Thank you," he said eventually. "Not for calling the cops but for not putting his kids through the ringer. You, I and Cochrane deserve this crap but the others don't." "How do you deserve this?" Helen asked softly. "I didn't find a way to save Nadine and her kids," Terrance answered heavily. There wasn't much to be said after that. (Thursday) Helen felt her body being rolled onto her stomach. Terrance lay partially over her body, pulling her hair aside and nibbling on her neck. He took one hand down along her side and slid it between her legs. She needed no encouragement in what to do next; she began pleasuring herself. Terrance began massaging and kissing his way down her spine until he was at the small her back. He started parting her ass cheeks and kissing down between them. He moved a hand down beyond her ass until he slipped his own finger to join hers inside her pussy. It was tight and they were rubbing back and forth together in an experience totally new. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped right before she began jerking over the bed. She found herself panting into her pillow and all she could think of how she could get used to this -- almost. Terrance rolled away and went to the bathroom. She wanted to thank him but instead followed him to the bathroom. He was washing his hands when she came in. "I'll have those test results for you by this afternoon," she told him. Terrance kept going about his business. She almost wished he had given a reaction of some kind. Instead they get dressed in silence and went to breakfast. Everyone was very subdued but Helen caught both of the young girls looking at her with varying degrees of confusion and hate. Terrance saw Talia sulking by the door after Helen had left but while Nadine was getting Rhonda ready. "What's wrong?" he asked carefully. "Everything is falling apart," she sighed tragically. "Nothing works right anymore." "Is there anything I can do?" he offered. "Unless you can fix Mom and Dad, or my laptop -- no," she groused. "I doubt I can do much for the first, but let me see what I can do about the second," he told her. Reluctantly Talia handed her aged laptop over and Terrance examined it. A few minutes later he made his assessment. "Does it lag and blue screen?' "Yes?" Talia answered. "It looks like you have a problem with your motherboard," he informed her. "How about you let me take a look at it today and see what I can do." "I kind of need it today," she mumbled. Terrance looked at her quizzically, "but if you think you can fix it I'll give you a shot." Terrance took it and put it aside before Nadine came out. "What are we doing today?" she asked him cautiously. "Dusting off the old resume," he responded. "No matter what happens another income won't suck for your family." (Lunch) At lunch time Helen sat across from her lawyer. "It seems that you have a problem; your contract with your husband is separate than your divorce proceedings and you are going to have pursue that case independently," the lawyer said. "At this time I also recuse myself as your attorney," he added. "Why?" Helen wondered. "Divorce cases rely on the both the size of the reward and the probability of winning and the probability of winning a sizable reward in your case has been greatly diminished. I'm afraid I've had to assign your case to an associate instead," the lawyer smiled. "But what am I supposed to do?" Helen pleaded. "Frankly Mrs. Davies that is not really my concern," the lawyer said dismissively. "I would think on how you plan to pay for your other law suit trying to overcome your contract. That isn't going to be easy -- goodbye." Helen exited his office bereft of hope. (Evening) Talia shot Terrance another smile as she worked away on her new laptop. It was the finest system she'd ever owned and Terrance had transferred all her old data to the new system. She wasn't certain who he was or what she'd done to deserve it, but she felt certain sympathy with him and it didn't hurt that he seemed to keep her Mom on an even keel. For Nadine it has also been a strange day. She had started working out a rough and depressing resume. She'd tried to make herself feel more useful with housework but a cleaning service had arrived around ten and taking care of most of the cleaning. She had to be satisfied with doing some laundry and getting dinner ready. Helen found the whole situation at her home bizarre. She'd never liked kids or the idea of kids but now she had two sitting around the dinner table two. She'd considered Nadine Tantz a simple-minded fool and now that woman was dishing out her dinner with a level of loathing and hate that was unsettling. She'd always ignored Terrance as if he was beneath her and now he was ignoring her for the same reasons. At this time Terrance had to take in both his wife and the woman she'd nearly ruined. Helen was five eight carrying about twenty extra pounds with shoulder length black hair and an even complexion and full lips. She had wide hips and C-cup breasts but age had slowly played with them both. Still, at 37 she was an attractive woman and had it not been for her arrogance his ardor for her would have never died. Nadine was totally different. She was slender with thin hips and waist, A-cup breasts and red hair that came half way down her back worn perpetually in a ponytail. Still there was a greater vibrancy about her and her weight was very well managed over her five-ten friend. At thirty-four she was also younger and her personality was far more inviting, always asking how another person was doing at any given time of day. Terrance knew he was no great shakes. He was only five-eight and carried an extra fifteen pounds mostly in the middle. His features were soft and people often mistook his pleasant, easy-going manner for simplicity. His hair was brown and starting to recede and like Helen he was thirty seven. Still he was widely considered very bright, quick thinking and very recently Helen had learned what a curse that could be to live with. Helen sat in her home office covering the marketing work she should have been doing while she was meeting with her damn lawyer. She heard Nadine come in to talk to Terrance and stopped what she was doing so she could eavesdrop. "Thanks for the computer," Nadine started. "But?" Terrance answered. "But I don't want the girls to get confused in all of this matter Terrance. I'm truly appreciative of what you've done. I want to take things carefully," she told him. "Of course Nadine, take your time," Terrance said warmly. "Do you want to sit down and watch some TV?" Helen waited for a few seconds then heard Nadine join him. The channels changed a few times then they settled in a show. Helen wasn't sure what drew her away but she found herself migrating over to Nadine and Terrance. Nadine refused to acknowledge her but Terrance did and offered her a seat at his side. She settled in next to her husband while Nadine was curled up in the closest chair. After they had gone to bed Helen could sense the intense form of her husband next to her. In the dark she could feel his eyes on her. Right when the anticipation became too much he rested a hand on her stomach. Inadvertently she pushed up against his touch but he kept up the pressure in slow dragging circles. He kept his hand resting on her pubic hair for several seconds, flexing and un-flexing his fingers. He coaxed her head toward him and ripped a kiss from her; the first really passionate kiss between them in a long time. They went at it for several minutes with him biting her and chewing on her lip and ear. Helen found her gasping from the sensation. He cupped her ass and pulled her on top of him. She couldn't seem to get him inside her fast enough. Fighting for Broken Trust Ch. 01 Helen was rocking back and forth as she pushed herself up and down at the same time. As she started to slow down he slapped her on her ass hard enough to make her whimper. "Harder damn it," he urged her on. Her thighs began burning but Terrance kept driving her on with nipple twists, ass slaps, and crushing kisses. She felt tears coming to her eyes from the strain and she thought desperately about begging him to stop but by the look in his eyes it wasn't an option. Even as she started to choke up she felt his hands grab the base of her ass and he took over the lifting motion right as her thighs gave out. This also allowed him to slam into her harder; her clip coming on fire from the friction of their bodies. When he shot off into her it was the strongest eruption she could remember him ever having. Helen felt a sense of triumph that sent her closer and closer to the edge. A few rough rubs from her fingers along her clit allowed her to come as well. She collapsed on top of him, both sweaty and fighting for breaths. Honestly she didn't think he had it in him. "That was awesome," she panted on his chest. "Now do you understand that I'll fuck you whenever I want you," he gasped back. Helen thought that over for a second. She wanted to challenge him like she'd always done and but she couldn't. "Yes," she whispered docilely. After all he had done exactly what he said he would do. (Friday) Cochrane came around Helen's office around nine thirty with. He closed the door, came up and put his knuckles on her desk. "We can't let him get away with his," he growled. "Get away with what exactly," Helen said coldly. "I went to jail; I've had to hire a lawyers I can't afford; he's taken my wife and kids from me," he listed off Terrance's offenses. "We need to go something?" "Cochrane, we fucked with him and now he's fucking with us. Be happy you haven't lost your job yet and neither have I. What you really need to ask yourself is do you really, really want to make him angry with us?" she taunted him. "I'm not going to let that wimp beat me," he whined. Helen was starting to wonder whatever she'd seen in the man, or at least what had kept them close for three years. "Wimp eh?" Helen curled her lip in a sneer. "How many times have you had sex since Monday, Cochrane?" "What does that have to do with anything?" he wondered. "Terrance has fucked me every morning and again last night," Helen mocked him. "I notice Nadine hasn't returned to your bed. Who is the wimp?" "Is he fucking that bitch Nadine?" he blubbered. "I imagine he'll get around to it. He will dispose of you first," she smiled at him sweetly. "I'll fight," Cochrane promised. "You have no money, a mountain of debt, and a battery charge hanging over your head. He's got money and the sympathy of public opinion. You are bigger than him and you did punch him in his own house. He totally suckered you in case you missed it," she relished the words. Helen was in the same boat, but she imagined she still had hope surviving if she could somehow win Terrance back; Cochrane had nothing. At that moment Helen wondered how much, if any of this, was brought on because of Cochrane had called her a cow? "I'm not done; I did steal you from him didn't I?" he sounded almost childlike. Helen laughed. "You came on to me, but I was a willing participant. You didn't steal me Cochrane; don't flatter yourself. There is no us; I have Terrance so I don't need you anymore. Get out of my office," she dismissed him. Cochrane looked bereft of understanding. He couldn't wrap his mind around the reality that he'd done something wrong and now had to pay the price. Back at Helen's house Nadine and Terrance sat around kitchen table going over some options and right now Nadine was coming around to the realization that her only real option was going to a community college where she could polish up on some marketable skills. The greatest shame for her was that she would have to rely on Terrance the entire time. "I'm not sure I can do this Terrance," she said piteously. Her whole world was in turmoil. She thought she could trust Cochrane and that had been the height of foolishness and now she was in the precarious position of having to trust Terrance. "You have worked hard your entire life Nadine so why should I doubt you will pay me back when you can?" Terrance responded. "I will pay you back," Nadine insisted cautiously. Of course she found it rather depressing when she considered the fact that she wasn't paying for rent, food, or utilities of any kind. Financially and emotionally she was destitute yet she found sympathy and strength in Terrance's eyes. She doubted she could have faced this horrible week alone. Nadine had never seen herself as weak, she had been dependent on her husband as her partner and now that he was suddenly expelled from the picture she knew she was having difficulties adjusting. She couldn't help but be drawn to Terrance because of that. He appeared to care and was helping her get back on her feet. She didn't want to be pitied; she wanted to control her family's destiny. All she needed was a chance. Terrance stole a glance over to Nadine as she searched the school website. He had no master plan. He didn't know what he wanted to do with Helen but he knew he wanted to keep her close until he decided. Nadine had been more an act of revenge. Cochrane had attacked him at the core of what he thought a husband should be -- a provider. Now he had torn that role away from Cochrane by taking his wife and daughters under his own wing and giving them more than their father could provide financially. From the moment he'd looked over Nadine appearing so peaceful and domestic he decided he had to have her too. Helen's betrayal had triggered something of Terrance. He had always lived his whole life angling for tomorrow and a better future for him and his wife. Now he wanted to live a little more for today.