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How About Another Drink?

By: thecelt



This is a story about two people who love each other but neither is very smart. But do you have to be smart to be unfaithful? What if it just a plan?

This story was edited by Angel Love but I messed with it afterwards so don't blame her for any mistakes.

I played the tape one more time, just to be sure I hadn't made a mistake. To be sure it was really Sally on the tape. To be sure she was doing what I knew she was doing. In a way, I was just punishing myself but there was a tiny part of me that insisted that I had made a mistake. So, I listened again.

I heard the sounds of them coming upstairs and into our bedroom. Sally cautioned him to be quiet since her mother was asleep down the hall. They had been in the living room for the first ten minutes or so but now they had come upstairs to our bedroom. She actually let him fuck her in our bed. I listened as they talked to each other.

"You're so beautiful Sally. I can't wait to have you and to make love to you again. It's been too long since I felt your legs around me and I want your beautiful tits pressed into my chest. I want to put my dick into you so deep that you feel it in your gut."

"Come on big man. Just get your clothes off and take me to bed. Push that beautiful cock into me and make me scream. Cum inside me. I need it so bad."

This was one of the things about the tape that I just couldn't figure out. Sally's voice was the voice she used when she was concentrating on something very complex. And the words were not those she ever used with me. I guess maybe it had something to do with the guy she was with. It sure as hell wasn't me.

There was the sound of clothes being unzipped and belts unbuckled and shoes hitting the floor and then the sound of the bed springs as they fell on the bed together.

"God, your cock feels so good and so hot. I want to put my mouth around it and suck you and make you hard. I want to taste you and feel you in my mouth. I need it now. So bad! Yes! Yes! Ummmmm."

Nothing more for a few minutes except for the slurping sounds and him panting. Then the part I remembered.

"Get your ass up here and fuck my cock. Put your hot cunt over my cock and ride me baby. Ride me Sally, ride me. Give it to me. That's the way. Oh, God!"

Then the sounds of the bed squeaking as she bounced up and down on his cock. She always loved to ride me and now she was riding some other guy's cock. This kept up for a few more minutes before he began to grunt again. When Sally heard him she yelled at him to move.

"I want you on top of me before you cum. Move, now! Get on top!"

"That's it baby, squeeze those legs around me! I'm ready to cum. I'm gonna cum. Here it cums. Oh God, that feels great. Ahhhhhhhhh!" Sally wasn't done yet apparently because she was still humping him and she was grunting as well. She was moaning and moaning and she was probably fingering her clit like she did sometimes with me. I knew that she was having trouble getting off from this guy and that was too fucking bad. She never had a problem with me. 

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Play with my tits! Twist the nipples. That's it, that's it. Oh, oooooooooo!"

Same thing with the words. Sally never called them her tits. They were her boobs. Strange. Then the tape was silent for a few more minutes while they caught their breath. Then the part that tore my heart out.

"God, that was great. You are a great piece of ass Sally. I'm glad you let me come back here with you."

"Well, this is your reward for taking me to the theater tonight. I wanted to go for so long and that clod of a husband of mine wouldn't take me and even if he did you know he's too stupid to understand it. I don't even know why I married him."

"Well, anytime you want to go to the theater or to a museum or anything else like that, just give me a call. Even if you just want to fuck, call me. Just don't make it so long in between."

"I'll let you know when the next time will be. You'll have to wait till I can be sure it's safe. OK?"

Then there was the sound of laughter and then I heard the shower running. They both went in the bathroom and they were gone so long, I assumed he was going to fuck her again in there, but I heard Sally come back into the room alone. After that, the tape was just sounds of them getting dressed and him getting ready to leave. It was just about two hours before I was due home from my shift. 

There was more but I didn't bother to listen to it. I had all I needed now. I pushed the rewind and ejected the tape from the little recorder that I had set up. I had microphones in all of the rooms in the house, courtesy of Radio Shack. 'Simple to use and easy to install. Guaranteed to work or your money back!' 

I had set them up over a month ago but this was the first time they had picked up anything. I was sorry that they did this time. But, better the devil you know than the one you don't. I knew the guy. His name was Phil Sutton. He was Sally's boss and a big wheel in the company. 

This tape was made last night. I was working and I got home on time. As usual, Sally was already in bed and pretended to be sound asleep. Since I hadn't heard the tape yet, and since nothing had happened before this, I didn't think much about it. But I was off this morning and had the time to play the tape, as I did every morning after Sally went off to work. My shift work was rotating so this week I was working 4-12 in the evening so I was here all morning and into the afternoon. I usually slept when I came home so I was up by 9:00 the next morning. 

I sat there thinking about what I heard. I wasn't as disturbed about the sex as I was what she had said about me. What she said hurt, very badly. I knew myself and I had no pretensions about my smarts, but Sally knew that when she married me. We had talked about it and she said that was one of the reasons she loved me. That I accepted her even though she was not as smart as me. She loved me and that was that. I believed her. Now, it appeared that she had lied to me then and was continuing to lie to me now. That was the part that I didn't understand. She had never asked me to take her to any theater even though I had volunteered many times. She never expressed any interest in them and never wanted to go to a museum or to a play or the like. And she had never commented about my supposed lack of smarts. She often said that she thought I was smarter than I let on. Not true but nice to hear.

I made a decision right then and there. I picked up the phone and called Personnel. I talked to Terry there and told her that I quit, effective now. I had five weeks of vacation coming and 15 days sick leave accumulated and I asked her to have the check sent to a PO box that I had taken out three weeks ago. Terry wanted to know a lot of stuff but I told her that I couldn't give her the reasons. Just to put down personal and leave it at that. One last thing. I told her to keep this confidential until tomorrow. Not to tell anyone, including my wife. I told her that it was a matter of life and death and she finally agreed. One more day. She tried to make an appointment for me to come in for a termination interview but I refused. She finally gave up after I agreed to call in one day next week. 

I decided to make my move now and not tell Meg anything. She would try to talk me out of it and she would have to know why and I didn't want to tell her just then. I packed all of my clothes, using a whole box of plastic garbage bags. They worked and they were cheaper than luggage and a lot easier to carry. It only took me about an hour and a half since I wasn't being too careful. I cleaned out my bath stuff and carried the whole lot down to my Ford F-250. I loaded it up and went back in to collect some of my electronic crap. While I was at it, I collected all of the microphones I had installed. I used to be in Intelligence for the Army so I had kept my hand in. Good thing too. Once that was loaded, I looked around and saw nothing that I wanted anymore. I was done here.

I walked into the kitchen and got a notebook from the pantry shelf. I took off my wedding ring and set it on the kitchen table. I sat down and wrote a quick note to Sally. In effect it said,

Sally,

I know about you and that bastard Phil Sutton. I also know you think I'm too stupid to take you to the theater and to places like that. I also know you're sorry you married me. I will not cause you any grief. As soon as I can, I'll call you and let you know where to send the divorce papers. I'll try really hard to understand them. 

******

You and your mom can stay in the house for now until we are divorced, cause I'll never live in it again as long as you are still there. You made it dirty. 

I have all of my crap with me so everything else is yours.

Your clod husband,

Jimmy

I put the note on the table with the ring on top. I stood up for the last time in this kitchen and looked at the letter and my ring on the table. It seemed so little to cause such a huge pain in my heart. The image blurred a little as I felt the tears begin to flow. I may be stupid but I know the end of my life when I see it.

"How about another round?" Hank the bartender asked.

"Another's fine. Make it a double," I answered. 

What the hell. I was going to be here for awhile. It beat sleeping in my truck but then again, almost anything would. I took the drink that the barkeep sat in front of me and tried to nurse it slowly instead of downing it as I wanted to. If nothing else, my late daddy had taught me that a double shot of good booze would make the pain more bearable, even though it wouldn't take it away. As a matter of fact, two or three shots would be even better. I was well on my way to feeling great.

As I sat there thinking of what my life had become, I noticed a cute redhead sitting next to me and watching me out of her heavy lidded eyes. I think they were green, or maybe blue or even gray. How the hell would I know, since I was already working toward drunk. She smiled at me and sort of leaned over toward me even though she was sitting on a barstool. Well, either that or she got somehow bigger. Since it was too much to worry about, I just smiled back and turned back to my drink.

Well, that wasn't going to suit her so she laid a hand on my shoulder and asked me if I wouldn't like to move to a booth where we could be more comfortable. I finally stirred myself enough to suggest to her that I was close to broke and couldn't afford her or anyone else. She simply laughed, told me she wasn't a pro and said that she would buy if I would just keep her company. That was a bargain I couldn't pass up so I just told the barkeep to keep them coming and stop when I was unable to say otherwise.

We moved to a nice booth sort of off to the side and it was certainly much quieter there. I slumped into one side while she moved across from me. I tried to concentrate on her but just got the impression of a nice looking redhead, a good deal younger than me and very nicely dressed. Even through my booze soaked consciousness I wondered why she was with someone like me. I finally got up the energy to ask her.

"Can I ask what the hell someone like you wants with someone like me?" 

She just smiled at me and reached out a hand to lay over mine. Her touch was soft and warm and I had to admit, very nice. It was enough to make me remember what I was doing there. I pulled my had back quickly because that was the last thing I wanted. But she answered.

"I was sitting at the bar when you came in. I could tell you were hurting about something but I just watched for awhile. I saw you knocking back those doubles and you seemed to be a man on a mission. A mission to get drunk and forget. Am I right?"

"Well, when you're right, you're right!" 

That's what I told her, but I didn't go into any detail. I just told her that I was trying to forget some bad things that happened to me and this seemed the easiest way to do it. She nodded like she actually knew what the hell I was talking about. Like someone that looked like her would have any idea. Hah!

"Would you like to tell me your story? I'm just in town for tonight and then tomorrow it's back to business and then home. I've nothing I need to be doing and nowhere to go tonight anyway. I'd love to hear about you and I think maybe it might help if you told someone what's going on with you. I'll just listen and not judge. And, I'll pay for the privilege."

"What do you mean, you'll pay? Pay for what? Are you trying to buy my services or something?"

"I meant that I'll buy the drinks if you tell the tale. And, no I don't want to buy your services, even though you look like you would be quite good in the sack. That would just confuse my already confused life."

Well that got me. Good in the sack? Well, that was a crock since that was one of the reasons I was sitting here trying to get drunk. At least, I thought it was since I apparently couldn't satisfy my wife. And anyway, I did want to talk about it and I didn't have a whole lot of money so if she was buying, I could talk. I finally agreed and told her to order me a double and to also have Hank, the barkeep, bring a pot of coffee. I was about to sober up, but not until I had one more for the tale. 

I introduced myself to the nice lady and told her my name was Jimmy Overton. Not Jim or James, just Jimmy. That's what everyone called me. She told me her name was Tiffany Eeams. Not Miss or Mrs., just Tiffany. And yes, I tried to see if she had on a ring but I didn't see one. Good enough. I took the double and downed it in one shot. I grimaced, took the pot of coffee and poured a cup. A sip was enough to get the pucker out of my mouth and let me begin. This is the story I told her.

My Story

As I said, my name is Jimmy Overton. I was born and raised in the Ohio Valley around a small town called Richmond. My dad was a coal miner and worked in the strip mines around the area. That's what they had then, open strip mines. They weren't pretty, but they also didn't cave in and trap people. But that's another story. 

When I was just about , twelve my mom got really sick and I stayed home from school and tried to help her when dad was working. In order to help with the medicines and the treatments she needed, dad was working fifty and sixty hours a week with overtime, as much to earn the extra money but more so to avoid having to watch mom sicken further. It brought in a lot of money but none of the medicines the docs prescribed seemed to help much. Mom stayed very sick for the next two years and she finally died when I was fourteen. 

I was broken up about it but my dad was almost destroyed by it. He went back to work after the funeral but he didn't slow down much. He worked a lot of double and triple shifts and he was driving himself into an early grave. I tried to talk to him but he just told me to mind my own business. I did for a while but then it got to me. I had to get away from there and from him. When I turned sixteen, I left. I just left pop a note telling him I was leaving, packed a bag with whatever I had at the time and I put it in the pickup that dad kept around just for hauling stuff. I drove off and never looked back. 

One thing I should say about that time. I dropped out of school when I left. I was only in the ninth grade then anyway. I was held back a couple of times but not because of any problems with mom's sickness or dad's working. I was just not very smart. As a matter of fact, my IQ was just barely hanging onto the bottom half of average. I wasn't stupid, but I was ignorant about a lot of things. English and math and chemistry and history were a few of them. School wasn't going to do it for me and if I stayed, I would just get further behind. I chucked it and never went back. 

I drove for the next two days and finally ended up in Kentucky. Just outside Louisville. I decided that this was as good a place as any and found the local park where I could leave my truck and began to look for a job. I was going to tell people that I was eighteen and that I wanted a full time job. That wasn't hard since I was already 6'4" and weighed a good 255 pounds. I played some football in high school but I couldn't keep my grades up enough to stay on the team. Anyway, I found a job at a local dairy farm and worked as a farm hand. It was good, hard work and I actually enjoyed it. I was strong even then and did my job well and I was rewarded by a raise and I was given more responsible things to do. I stayed there at that farm for the next three years. I found a small apartment to live in and I saved a good deal of money. I was able to replace that pickup with a better one and I settled down as a respectable citizen. 

It had to be the fall of the third year when I got the bug to make a move. I was almost twenty and I was full grown and able. I didn't know what I wanted to do but I knew that I didn't really know shit so I decided that I would join the army. I could probably get me a GED and maybe learn a trade that I could use to make a decent living when I got out. My mind made up, I enlisted and ten weeks later, I was an army corporal and on my way to Germany. I was finally going to see some of the world outside. I couldn't wait. Little did I know.

Well, you probably don't know much about the army but it's true what they say. If you don't know what you're doing, they'll probably make you an officer. Well, believe it or not, the army decided to give me a trade. They assigned me to Intelligence school. No shit! Intelligence! Me, who didn't even graduate from high school and who thought army intelligence was something that got good honest soldiers in trouble and often dead. Well, to make a long story short, they did, and I did it like everything else I did, I did it as well as I could. Damned if it wasn't more than enough! It was mostly electronics and computers and other shit like that but it seems I had an aptitude for it. At least that's what they told me my testing showed. Who am I to question testing? By the time my enlistment was up, I decided I really liked this Intelligence stuff and I re enlisted as a sergeant. I know that doesn't sound like Intelligence to a lot of people but it was what I wanted to do. 

Eight years later, I mustered out of the Army Intelligence Corp as a Master Supply Sergeant. I had moved into the supply area and I had learned about all types of electronic stuff used by the spooks and spies. It didn't require a lot of thinking but I did know my shit when it came to the tools of the trade. Anyway, I was a free man and I had a trade. Damned if mom wouldn't be proud of me if she had lived. She was the only person ever told me I was worth something. I always said I would prove her right. 

I moved back to Kentucky and settled in. I needed a job but not one in an office. That may surprise you but it's true. Even with my experience, all I wanted was a grunt job. I found one in a local paper mill as a laborer and I took it because I wanted a job that would let me go to work but not have to think too hard. I needed that right then and that was all I wanted. I signed up to work the night shift, leaving my days free. I felt good and I was in top physical shape so I began to save my money so that I could do what I wanted. I didn't yet know what that was. 

Time passed and I was settling in pretty well. It was about that time that I got a call from some lawyer telling me that pop had died and I was his only living relative. Seems he left me a nice piece of change after all the bills were paid. More than I ever would have thought he could have. Well, it went into the bank. 

I was now an old man of thirty-five and I had a nice nest egg for myself. I owned a small house just inside the city limits free and clear, I had a nice car and I had all the food I wanted to eat. Life was good. Since I was single, I went out some evenings to a local bar and grill that I liked. It was noisy on the weekends and a lot of the guys I worked with came there so it was like a local hangout. I was sitting with a couple of my shift guys when three women walked in. I immediately locked on to this one girl in the middle. She was about my age; very tall for a woman; very pretty with long black hair and even longer legs and she was a knockout. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I asked one of my buds who she was and he just snickered.


How About Another Drink?



"Do yourself a big favor Jimmy boy and forget her. That's Sally McDonald. She works in the mail room and she's called the Ice Princess. She comes in every so often and just watches the other girls dance and look for guys. She never dances with anyone and she just stays until about midnight and then she leaves, always alone. Most of the guys have hit on her but she won't give them the time of day so leave it be."

Well, that would be the smart thing to do, but remember that I wasn't very smart. I watched as her two friends went off to dance and I decided that now was the time. Amid some hoots and hollers from my buds, I walked over to the bar where she was sitting and sat down beside her.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked.

She ignored me for a few seconds and then turned my way. I saw her eyes widen just a little and she sort of flushed. At least I think that's what you call it when someone's face gets a little red and such. 

She looked right at me and said, "I would like that very much. Thank you."

With that she signaled the barkeep for another beer. I had one too and tapped the open top to hers in a salute. She smiled at me and took a sip. I decided to see if she would talk to me.

"My name's Jimmy. Jimmy Overton. It's nice to meet you."

"Sally McDonald, and I know who you are. I've seen you when you come up to the Plant Manager's office sometimes. The mailroom is right across from his office door. It's nice to finally meet you too."

"I guess I've never looked over your way cause I would have remembered seeing you. That's a shame since you are certainly nice to look at. Would you like to dance? I'm not very good but I'm willing to give it a whirl if you are."

"That would be nice. I'm sure you're fine."

With that, we walked to the dance floor and we danced together for the next three songs. She felt so good in my arms and she was easy to talk to and to dance with. She didn't seem to be put off by my lack of smarts or my language skills. We got along like we had known each other for years. We walked back to my table and she sat with me and the guys for a while. It was clear that she was very shy but she was nice to my friends. The guys were really impressed and they were very nice to her and she seemed to enjoy their company. Of course, she sat beside me all the time so I was the one impressed. Someone like her with someone like me. Well, it seemed too good to be true but for this one night it was great. 

Right about midnight, Sally let me know that she had to get going for home. I asked if I could drive her, but she said she had her own car. The other girls would always find their own way home so she could leave anytime. I hated to see her go and told her so. She took a little card out of her purse and gave it to me. On the back, she had written her home phone number. 

"You can call me at work anytime but please don't call my home phone after 7:00. I live with my mother and she's not well. She usually goes to bed about that time. This is my only night free so I always come here until midnight. That's when her nurse leaves."

I walked with her out to her car and waited until she opened the door. She turned to say goodnight and I took a shot and leaned in to kiss her. She tensed for a second but relaxed and seemed to enjoy it. She kissed me back before quickly getting in her car. She shut the door, smiled widely at me and then left. I stood there staring at her until she was out of sight. 

I went back into the bar and the guys were waiting for me. I was the subject of several rounds of drinks and a lot of pats on the back for cracking the Ice Princess. On of my friends said something about it being right that both of us were a little slow but that I had moved really fast. Hell, I was just happy that she noticed me. I had no illusions about any more than that. I finished up the evening almost too drunk to drive home but I made it without mishap. God watches out for drunks and little kids, my daddy always said.

Well, two days later, I called Sally at work and asked her out on a date. She accepted! How about that? I picked her up that Friday night and we went to a nice place for dinner and then we went to one of the bars where they had been dancing. We spent the evening dancing and talking and it was great. I really had a nice time and I wanted more. When I walked her to her door, I asked her if I could see her again and she said yes. We made plans for another date and that was the beginning. I quickly found that Sally was fun to be with and she seemed to be happy to let me make all the decisions. She seemed smart enough to me but she didn't feel that secure. Well, she made me feel really smart. We dated for more than six months before I made my move.

I had taken Sally to dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in our little town and then we went to one of the hotels for after dinner drinks and dancing. Sally loved to dance and I had gotten much better at it over the past few months. I actually took lessons to get better and she seemed to be very pleased with me. We danced as often as we could. That evening was especially nice since we were both dressed up and we looked really good together. We had danced a fast number and we were both just a little winded so we sat down to catch our breath. I decided this was the time.

"Sally, I have a room reserved here in the hotel. I'm not trying to force you into anything but I really like you and I hope we can become more than just boyfriend and girlfriend but that will take some time. But for now, would you come up to the room with me?"

Sally looked at me in surprise before answering.

"Jimmy! This is so surprising. You've never asked me before. I had hoped you would and now you have. Yes! Yes!"

Well, as far as I was concerned, dancing was done for the night. I got the check, paid the waitress and took Sally by the hand. We walked as fast as we could without looking like fugitives and found the elevators. On the way up, I took Sally in my arms and kissed her breathless. I had a hard on and she could feel it pressing into her stomach. She didn't back away so I knew it was OK. The doors opened and we walked down the hall hand in hand to room 515. I got the swipe card out and fortunately it worked the first time. They always seemed to give me trouble. We tumbled into the room, pulling at each other's clothes trying to get the other naked. We fell onto the bed and finally all clothes were off and we were naked in each other's arms. 

I began to kiss my way down Sally's beautiful body. I kissed her face, her neck, that hollow in her throat, down between her nicely rounded tits and then to her belly. Once I had gone that far, Sally was breathing heavily and she was shivering. I proceeded down one of her thighs and across to the other and back up to that the valley between her beautiful legs. When I reached that valley, she gave a huge sigh and moved her legs apart, giving me access and permission. I kissed those lower lips and used my tongue to give her pleasure. She was moving almost constantly now and I could hear her breath coming in gasps. 

I took one of my fingers and pushed into her wet cavern and began to move it around inside her. She was now moving her hips up forcing her pussy against my hand and she was moaning almost continuously. I put two more fingers inside her and used my tongue on her protruding clit. I began to pump my fingers in and out as I nibbled on her button. She was close, so very close. I picked up the pace and my fingers were moving at a blur as I felt her vaginal muscles squeeze my fingers as her legs came together to clamp my head. She came with an explosion that almost crushed my skull. She was humping my hand with a vengeance until she suddenly bowed up off the bed and stayed that way for ten to fifteen seconds. I waited, hardly able to breathe until she collapsed down onto the bed. 

I gave her a while to come to her senses, spooning against her while I continued to caress her tits and her legs. She really had a beautiful body. I could just lay there and watch her for hours. She finally opened her eyes and gave me a huge smile.

"God, that was wonderful. I have never cum that hard before. Where did you learn that little trick?"

"Saving it for you. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I did. But now you have to come here and let me give you the same pleasure. I want to feel you and see you."

As she said that, she moved down the bed until her face was even with my cock. I waited, holding my breath, until she could see it clearly. I was concerned about her reaction. I was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, my God. You're huge! I can't wait to put that in my mouth. Come here you beautiful thing."

Now I have to tell you what I was concerned about. As you can see, I'm a very big man. Tall, heavy and well built. I'm also very big down there. That's a gift from my daddy. He was big too and he always bragged about pleasing the women. I didn't know about that but I saw him and he was just as big as me. As a matter of fact, I know of a few women I was with that couldn't take me in. A couple said that it was just too big and it hurt. So I was always careful before having sex with girls. But apparently it didn't bother Sally. But like I said, she was a big woman too.

Sally proceeded to take me in almost to the base and I was mightily impressed. I had never met a woman who could do that. She moved down on my shaft until her nose was pressed into my lower belly. I felt her throat muscles relax and I was probably down in her throat a few inches. She held me there for a second or two and then pulled back. God, it was really great and I just groaned to let her know. She reached up for my hands and put them on the back of her head, wanting me to show her what to do. Well, I was just not strong enough to be calm and cool so I just did what she asked and began to fuck her face. Not smooth, not controlled, just pure lust. I moved in and out until I could feel her relax and then I just let it go. 

I pumped in and out while holding her head steady until I felt the sperm start to move up my shaft. I let her know what was coming and she just put her hands on mine and held them there. I took the hint and started to piston in and out until the cum boiled out. Directly into her throat. It was the most wonderful blowjob I had ever experienced. I must have shot into her for 30 to 40 seconds before the stuff stopped flowing. Unbelievable! I let my hands drop and she let me go, now limp and satisfied.

Now that the edge was off both of us, we were able to have a nice glass of wine which I thoughtfully had chilled and waiting and we rested and recouped our resources. After a reasonable period of time for a mature 35-year-old, I was ready for the final course. I began to caress her body again and she responded willingly. I took my time arousing her to a nice high and then, pushing her over onto her stomach, I put my arms under her and raised her to her knees. She took it from there and was in position for a nice rear entry before I could even get ready. This lady knew what to do! She certainly was no Ice Princess now and she reached back to guide me in as she felt me push against her. 

I slipped in and began to fuck her in earnest. As I pushed in, she pushed back and we had a nice rhythm going in no time. This was great and she was hot and I was ready to go a long time. I pumped her for several minutes and she had her first orgasm. I could feel her vaginal walls clamping on and I felt the wetness increase as she came. I continued to plow her through two and then three orgasms before I felt the pressure building, signaling my coming climax. I picked up the pace and began to fuck her with all I had. I was driving her so hard that she was sliding up the bed and her head came in contact with the headboard, making her wince but I couldn't stop. I finally came and I pushed in as deep as I could go and just held on while my fluid splashed inside her. She pushed back against me, helping me stay in deep and she climaxed one final time. 

We collapsed onto the bed, her on the bottom and me on top of her with my full weight pressing her into the bed. She never complained once and I finally had the strength to lift myself off and roll over onto my side. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. I can honestly say that I thought she was completely satisfied. I knew I was. We both fell asleep there on the bed, naked and sated. It was just an hour later when she woke and let out a little yell. I had forgotten that she needed to be home by midnight. It was after 11:00 now. 

We both quickly dressed and we left to take Sally home. I drove and she kept one hand on my thigh as I drove. I was becoming hard again just from her touch but I knew that she was not going to be with me again that night. I had hopes for the next time we could be together. When I got to her place, she reached over and gave me a big kiss, asking me to just stay in the car while she went in. She didn't want the temptation. I agreed and we agreed to talk later the next day. 

Sally and I became steady and we took every chance we could get to spend time alone, in bed. She was insatiable and I was up to the task. We were a couple. It was just eight months after I met her that I asked her to marry me. She accepted and we set the date. We were married in September of that year. My house was bigger than the one Sally and her mother shared so Sally put hers up for sale and her mother moved in with us and we were able to continue with her nursing care and Sally was able to take over in the evening. Things settled into a nice routine.

Sally and I had the best sex. She loved my big cock and she wanted it as often as we could find the time. With my shift work that meant that we sometimes had to go almost two weeks before we could be together and then it was wild. So wild that we were worried that her mother could hear us. I did ask Meg, Sally's mom, once if we disturbed her but she just laughed and patted me on the arm. She told me to go for it anytime I wanted and not to pay her any mind. She was a great lady and I grew to really love her. But it was clear that she was never going to get better so Sally and I treasured the time we had with her. She did finally give up the fight but I was able to enjoy her sense of humor for quite a while. It's too bad she had to live to see some of the things she did. 

Sally and I celebrated our one year anniversary at a nice little restaurant and we finished the evening dancing as we used to. One whole year of marriage and the best year of my life. I was happy and I was content.

Sally mentioned about a month or so later that we should talk about kids. I know I wanted kids and she said she did too but I wasn't sure if it was the best thing to do. I knew I wasn't very smart and neither was Sally. That made no difference to me or to her but it would if we had kids. What if they were dumber than Sally or me? If we had kids, wouldn't they have a good chance at being what we were? Could I do that to a kid? I didn't tell Sally any of this but I thought it. I know my reluctance made her a little sad, but there was time to talk more. It was funny now that I think about it. That was about the time when Sally changed. Little things, but change nevertheless. 

The first change was Sally beginning to pay more attention to my work schedule. She said she was trying to determine a schedule so we could try to have a baby when we were ready. She said not yet, but maybe soon. The second thing I noticed was the way she dressed. Sally had always been a very conservative dresser. She never showed off her big boobs or her nice tight ass but she was beginning to do so more and more. I didn't mention it since I kind of liked to show her off. It was just at work but the guys knew her and knew she was mine. They also made sure that nobody messed with her because she was so trusting and not very street smart. Because of my size, not many guys made comments about her but they did slap me on the back when she came by. It used to make me proud. But that changed.

I was working on an afternoon shift when I cut my hand really bad. The guys rushed me to the hospital for stitches and I was fine, but I was sent home for the rest of the shift. I called Sally at home to let her know I was coming but there was no answer. I knew it was late and she should be home but thought that maybe she was still at work so I called her there and she answered on the second ring. I asked her first why she was working late. She mumbled something about her boss needing her to stay. I then told her I was coming home because I had hurt my hand very badly. Her answer surprised me. She didn't ask about my hand or what happened, she just cursed and said that she would see me when I got there and hung up. I drove home with my head in a spin. What the hell was Sally doing?

I got home to find Sally just getting out of the shower. I asked her what she was doing and she made up some story about being dirty and sweaty from moving some stuff in the warehouse at work. Well, maybe. She did ask about my hand and I showed it to her and she became all lovey dovey. She was so sympathetic that it made me a little nauseous. I asked her then about having to work overtime but all she said was that it was just a one time thing. 

The next thing that made me wonder about things was when I called Sally from work one evening about a month later. It was just past 7:30 and I knew that Sally would be home, probably talking to Meg and letting the nurse have some down time before she got Meg ready for bed. I let the phone ring but got no answer. I knew Sally wasn't home because the nurse wouldn't answer the phone when she was alone. I hung up and went back to work. When I got home that night, I asked Sally where she was when I called but Sally said that she was home and that probably she was in the shower or outside somewhere when I called. I told her that was probably the case and let it go. But I knew that Sally wasn't home again and it was too much like the last time when I got hurt. I decided to talk with Meg when I was alone and see if I could get to the bottom of things. My chance came one morning a week later when I was back on second shift and Sally was at work. I went up to see Meg.

I walked into her bedroom and told the nurse to take a break. She quickly accepted and Meg and I were alone. I chatted with her for a while and then casually asked her about Sally. I mentioned the phone call a week ago and said that I forgot that Sally wasn't there. I asked her if it bothered her and she just laughed. She said it was fine, but she wished she could have gotten to it. She said Sally hadn't gotten home yet so she wasn't there to answer it. She suggested that maybe I could get her one of those mobile phones or whatever they called them now. I laughed and told her to forget it. They were more of a nuisance than anything else. We chatted a while more and I left.

So, Sally had lied to me about being home when I called. She wasn't and she had to come from wherever she was to beat me home. She continued to lie even later when I mentioned the phone call. She must have thought her mom couldn't have been awake to hear the call and know that she was out. It's funny how cheaters get caught with their own lies. This was the case and it was all I needed to turn my suspicions into high gear. 

The only thing I couldn't figure out was why Sally was cheating on me. I knew she was sexually satisfied. I knew that not many men were as large as me and I knew that I had moves that made Sally very happy. What the hell could she find with someone else in the bedroom that I didn't give her. I decided that night to find out for certain if she was cheating on me and who with. That same day I went to Radio Shack to get what I wanted. I knew a lot about that shit and I was able to pick and choose and get just what I wanted. I took it all home but waited for a while before I installed it. I wanted to have it in place when my second shift started back again. That was about three weeks away. I did set it up and I tested it to make sure it was working but I left it turned off. But I was ready. 




How About Another Drink?



During that month, Sally was her usual self. We were able to spend a lot of time together and we spent a lot of that in bed. Sally was her usual insatiable self and we made love two or three times a day for a week or so. I still wondered how Sally could find someone else more appealing. Hell, I doubted she could even get a climax with someone else since she was hard to bring off even for me. 

At one time during that week, I asked Sally if she wanted anything different from what we were doing and all she said was, "Why?" I took that to mean she was fine. She just laughed and said if there was something new that I had found, she was willing but otherwise, she couldn't ask for anything more. So, that was just another puzzler. 

Well, I started my second shift work as scheduled and it would be that way for the next week. I turned on all of the microphones and set the recorder to voice activation. I could do no more till something happened. I could only wait and worry and pray that nothing was going to happen. Well, for the first three days nothing did. Then came the fourth night. I came home as usual and Sally was in bed as usual and I thought nothing of it as I turned in. Tomorrow I would check but I was too tired to worry about it. I went to sleep that night with everything right in my world.

The next morning, I fixed the coffee and welcomed the nurse on shift and went up to take a shower and change from my PJs. I took my time, just welcoming the peace and quiet and the time alone. It was good to be alone once in a while. I had no idea that it might become permanent. That was until I came back downstairs, got a cup of coffee and retrieved the recorder from the garage. That's where I kept it. I rewound the tape, put the ear buds in and played it. That's when the world changed for me forever. 

There was a lot on the tape, most of which was Sally talking on the phone to Phil Sutton. They were making plans for the evening and Sally promised to make it worth his while if he would take her to the theater to see the latest play. She laughed and generally acted like a school girl, giggling and simpering and making me sick. There was a gap of several hours and then he must have come to the door since I heard the doorbell. Sally was already ready and she simply welcomed him in till she got her coat and then they left. 

There was little more on the tape except some mumbling from Sally about time and something about needing to do something before he got there and more mumbling after they got back from the theater. Then the part that I remember as if it was burned into my brain. That's why I was sitting in this bar when you came in. 

Tiffany had listened in rapt attention through the whole story as I relived the worst time of my life. I actually felt a little better now, having gotten it out of my system, I guess I did need someone to listen to me. She seemed to pull herself back to the real world before breaking her silence.

"Wow! That's quite a story. You must really be bummed out about it. I'm really sorry for everything you've had to go through."

"Well, thanks. I think just telling you about it made me feel a lot better. So I should thank you."

"Hasn't she tried to call you or talk to you since you left? How could she not call you?"

"Easy. I don't own a cell phone. Never wanted one and never needed one. Hell, all the people I know I see every day. Why would I want to call them? And as far as I know, she has no idea of where I am. So, she can't call me."

Tiffany just watched me with her chin in her hand and smiled before asking me, "Are you really that big? Or was that just bragging on your part to make yourself feel like more of a man?"

Now that pissed me off! That's all she got out of it? The end of my fucking world!

"Well, damn! Is that all you got out of my story? Shit, you're just like all the rest of them. I have no idea of what the hell any woman wants from a man. Sally wanted a big dick. I had a big dick. Sally wanted a man who worshiped her. I worshiped Sally. She wanted a man that would not stray and stay home. I stayed home and I never strayed. So what. So fucking what!"

Tiffany pulled back and raised her head to stare at me. I think I caught her by surprise. Remember how big I am. I usually tried to maintain a very calm manner so that people would not be afraid of me but not now. She had pissed me off. All she cared about was my dick. The bigger the better apparently. So, if that's what she wanted.

"Yes, I'm that big. Do you want to go up to your room and see for yourself? Is that what you want from me? Well, let's go."

With that, I got up from my seat in the booth and stepped back, waiting.

Tiffany just watched me, her elbow on the table and her arm supporting her chin again until I sat back down. I deflated almost immediately and flushed with shame.

"I'm sorry. That was out of line and I shouldn't have said that. It was just what you said." She just reached over and put her hand over mine on the table top and gently squeezed. She was not angry thank God.

"You have no need to apologize and I was the one out of line. I knew it was wrong when I said it but you have to admit, it was one hell of a story and that part was very interesting. I won't apologize about that. Hell, I'm a woman after all."

"I know what you mean. Sometimes it's a curse. Like I said, a lot of women don't like it that big because it's uncomfortable for them. I don't like to hurt anyone."

Tiffany just smiled again. She seemed to want to say something but wasn't sure whether she should. She seemed to make up her mind.

"What are you going to do Jimmy? Are you going to call her? Are you going to go home and talk this out with her and try to find out what made her do this? I think you need to find out why she did this. Don't you?"

"Hell, Tiff, I don't know. What could she possible have to say that would make what she did all right? I can't think of a thing. She just thinks I'm too stupid for her I guess. And I always thought that I was the smart one of the two of us. Maybe this other guy knows things I don't know and can make her happy. I just don't know."

"But that's why you have to talk to her. You need to know why she did this thing. Talk to her Jimmy, even if you don't think there's any chance of getting over this."

"Well, maybe I will. But not now. I'm still way too angry to even think about talking to her. I needed to calm down a whole lot before listening to her cheating ass." 

Tiffany got up from our booth and said that she was going to head back to her hotel for the night. She had a plane to catch tomorrow. I also stood up and said that I would walk her back to her car since it was late. She accepted with some relief and we left the bar for the parking lot across the street. It was late and the lot was dark so I was glad that I offered to walk her out. We walked across the street to the lot and found her car quite easily. I waited while she got out the key, but rather than put it in the door, she looked at me.

I asked her, "What're you waiting for. You'd better get in and get going. I'll wait till you're on your way."

Tiffany put the key back in her purse and took me by the hand.

"Can I ask you something first? Without your getting angry?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything. Go for it."

"Are you really that big? As big as you said? Please don't be angry with me."

I was surprised, but suddenly not so angry. Tiffany was really hot and I was just a little horny from telling her my story. Maybe it might be fun to see what she would do.

"Yeah, I'm really that big. Why? Did you want to see for yourself?"

"Yes. No. Oh, I don't know." She struggled with herself and I could see her blush even in the darkened lot. "Yes, I do want to see. Show me?"

OK, now what do I do? I decided to take this a step at a time and see what developed.

"Give me your hand. That's right, just give me your hand and relax. Let me do the directing."

She gave me her hand and I took it with my hand around her tiny wrist. With the other hand, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. It was flaccid but growing as I released it. Once I had it out, I pulled her hand to me and pushed it down on my cock. I released her hand when she gripped me, putting her fingers around as far as she could, but not able to touch her thumb. She gasped when she discovered the girth. 

"My God. I can't get my hand around it now and it isn't even hard. How big does this monster get?"

"Why don't you make it hard and see for yourself?"

She continued to move her hand up and down my shaft as it became harder with each stroke. She seemed fascinated by it and she couldn't take her eyes off of it. I just let her stroke me before continuing.

"I've never measured myself but I know that I am over nine inches long and more than four and a half inches around when it's hard. That isn't as big as some guys, but it's big enough for me."

"Oh my God. I can feel it growing. It's huge. Bigger than anything I have ever seen or touched."

"What do you want to do with it? Do you want to suck it? Or do you want me to put it in? Why don't you just bend over the car and I'll show you what it feels like?"

I was a little angry just then. I know it sounds stupid but this woman was treating me like a freak just like so many of the girls in high school did. Sally never made me feel this way, but Sally cheated on my ass so she didn't count any more. I just felt like a piece of meat that Tiffany was examining and I didn't give a shit how pretty she was or how much I might like to fuck her. I was just pissed. Then she answered my question like it was a serious one.

"Could I just give you a blow job? I'm afraid to have that thing inside me because I might just like it and Ben wouldn't measure up then."

Who the fuck was Ben? And where did he come from. I looked for a ring and didn't find one. Well, I would get to the bottom of this: just as soon as I had Tiffany give me a blow job right here in the parking lot. After all, first things first.

"Wait just a minute."

I took off my jacket and laid it on the ground in front of me. I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them and my shorts down around my ankles and took Tiffany by the shoulders and pushed her down on the jacket and to her knees. She looked up at me, a little embarrassed and maybe a little reluctant now that she was in position to do what I asked her. I wasn't about to back out now because I was as hard as I was going to get. All nine inches was sticking straight out in front of me and bobbing just in front of her face. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her toward me. She relaxed and let me. She reached up one hand and put it on my cock right at the base and used the other one to lift up my balls. It was very clear to me that she knew what to do now and I relaxed and let her take over.

Tiffany massaged my balls and began to stroke the other hand up and down my shaft slowly, squeezing as she did. I really enjoyed her touch and told her so. She smiled and brought her mouth to the head, reaching out with her tongue to lick off the tiny drop of pre cum that oozed out from the slit. She tasted and smiled.

"You taste good. Better than Ben. I think I'm going to like this."

Well, she took me in, wrapping her sweet lips around the head and using her tongue to swipe around the head and down the underside. Since she couldn't get much in at one time, she began to lick the shaft like a lollipop and she used her mouth like I was an ear of corn and she moved up and down the shaft, her tongue swirling all the way. She was actually doing a very good job. At least, I was enjoying the hell out of it. 

I leaned against the car since my legs were becoming a little shaky. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take over. I let her have her way for a few more minutes and then I put my hand behind her head and grasped her hair, getting a good grip on her. I then began to move my hips, pushing into her mouth a few inches and then back out. It felt so good that I began to fuck her mouth with a steady motion, holding her head still with my hand. 

She seemed to relax and let me take over. I was now moving a little faster and I could feel the cum boiling in my balls that she still held in her hand. I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer so I stopped and asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or spray away. She hesitated but finally asked me not to cum in her mouth. I handed her my handkerchief and told her to be ready to put it over the head when I told her to. She nodded and I put my cock back in her mouth and began fucking her face again. This time I just speeded up when I felt my climax beginning. 

I held it until I could hold it no more and then yelled at her, "NOW!"

She backed away as I let go of her hair and she took the handkerchief to the head of my cock just as I had told her. I came! God, did I cum. She had done a very good job of getting me off and I just let it flow until it finally dried up. I took the handkerchief from her and cleaned myself up before putting it away. I reached a hand down to help her up to her feet. I got my jacket and then just stood there, waiting for her to say something. 

"That was something that I'll remember for a long time. I hope it was good for you? I really don't have a lot of experience in things like that. It was just so damn big! God, why would your wife ever look for anything else? You really have to talk to her. Something's wrong somewhere."

"Maybe. But anyway, you were good. I enjoyed it that's for sure. And who the hell is Ben and where is he?"

Tiffany just looked down at her feet before answering me.

"Ben is the man that just asked me to marry him. I promised to give him my answer when I get back to California."

"And? What are you going to tell him?"

"Yes. I'm going to tell him yes. I do love him and this doesn't change that. Once I heard your story, the whole idea of a big cock got to me. I wondered what it would be like and I knew if I got married, I would never know. I had to do it before I told him yes because after that, no more. Never! I can promise him that after hearing your story and meeting you."

Somehow I believed her. She was a very smart and very nice woman but she was just too tempted by my size and she needed to get this out of her system first. In a way, I was glad to help. It was a very good blow job. I helped her into her car and she looked at me for a few seconds before blowing me a kiss and finally pulling away and out of my life. 

Now what do I do? I had no idea and no place to go and no one to talk to. I went back to the bar and had a few more rounds just to settle down. I talked to no one and no other women came in while I decided where to go next. I ordered another drink and finally asked the barkeep if he knew of a place where I could bunk down for a few days. I told him I didn't have a lot of bread but I would be able to pay once my final check came in. He looked me over, thought about it and finally offered a small room over the bar if I would act as a bouncer if he needed one. Only had to be there after midnight till closing at 2:00 A.M.. Hell yes! I accepted and he gave me a key and told me where to go. 

The room was small but clean and the bed was comfortable. I found a blanket and a bedspread which were all I needed. This would be perfect. I went back down and stayed at the bar until closing, just talking with Hank about nothing at all. Seems he lived downstairs as well and he was alone from midnight on so with me there, he would sleep a little better. I was glad to help. So it was about 2:30 as I laid down on my new mattress, covered by a soft blanket and threw the bedspread over me and fell asleep without a dream or a worry. I slept the sleep of the just. 

The next day, I decided that I wanted to see where Phil Sutton lived. I knew his name and about where he lived but no more than that. I grabbed the phone book from the bar and sat down with a cup of coffee compliments of Henry, the day barkeep. Hank had left word with Henry so it was no problem my being there before opening. I had helped Henry with some cases to stock the cooler and he appreciated it. He didn't talk much but he was cool so I stayed there searching the book for good old Phil's address. Phil lived on the east side of town, a very nice subdivision. I decided to drive over there and see what I could see. I knew about where it was and I thought he might come home for lunch. I was going to be there to see for myself. 

Since it was after 9:30 in the morning, I thought I might call the house and see if Sally was working. I assumed she would be and if she was, I was going to talk to her mother. There were some things I wanted to tell her and make sure she didn't worry. I really liked Meg and I was going to make sure she was taken care of, regardless of what happened. I wanted her to know that. So I called and the nurse answered. I asked her if Sally was there and she said that she had left for work at the usual time. I told her that I would be coming by in a few minutes and that she should just stay as usual. She assured me that she was still on the job.

I drove my truck over to the house and parked just down the street so that no one would know that I was there. I didn't know whether Sally had anyone looking out for me but probably not. I just didn't want any trouble. I walked in the back door and went in through the kitchen to the family room. Quiet. I went upstairs and found the nurse in Meg's room, rocking and knitting. She saw me and stood up. I just nodded OK and she left. Meg was awake and watching me. I moved over to sit beside her bed.

"OK Jimmy, tell me what's going on. All I know is that Sally has been a total wreck since she came home from work Monday. She was crying up a storm when she came up to see me and she was frantic, I can tell you. She wanted to know if I had talked to you and if you had said anything about where you were going. I told her nothing. Cause I didn't know anything."

"I wished I could have been here to see it. I bet Sally was a wreck. She was a wreck cause I caught her cheating ass with that SOB boss of hers. I bet she didn't tell you that did she?"

Med just looked at me like I had lost my mind. I didn't know what she was thinking but she was probably going to tell me.

"What the hell are you talking about. Sally wouldn't cheat on you. She's so crazy in love with you that the whole idea of another man would just make her sick. She would die before she cheated on you."

"Well, Meg, I hate to be the one to tell you this but you're wrong. Dead wrong. I don't want to have to let you listen to the tape but I will if you don't believe me. It was right here in this very house last Sunday with her boss, Phil Sutton and in our bed no less."

"I want to hear what you have. I don't believe it. That's not my Sally. She wouldn't do that to you. She is crazy about you and I know that for a fact."

Meg was angry and she wasn't going to believe me without proof so I went out to my truck and got the portable tape player with the ear buds and brought it back to Meg. I showed her how to use it and she listened silently for about three minutes before pulling the buds out of her ears and threw the player across the room, smashing it against the wall. I scrambled to make sure the tape was OK and put it in my pocket. I guess she was convinced now.

"Well, do you believe me now? Did you hear enough to convince you? I know it convinced me all right."

Meg was angry and her mouth was a straight line, her lips compressed. She glared at the wall, the ceiling, the doorway and finally at me. I didn't say a word, just let her find her own way.

"Did you do anything to make her think she had to get even with you? Did you say you wouldn't take her to a play or the theater or anything else like that? Did you ever say no to her about anything? Or, worse, have you been cheating on her?"




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"No. Nothing."

"That's what I thought. I don't know what got into her but I sure as hell know it isn't what it sounds like. I know my Sally. She wouldn't just cheat on you for no reason. I just have to find out what it is."

She stopped and turned her attention back to me.

"What are your plans? Where are you staying and what are you going to do? I want to know. And what about me. Oh, I don't care where I stay. I could go into a home on my social security if it's necessary. Don't you worry none about me."

"That's one of the things I wanted to tell you. You can stay here as long as you like and Sally can keep the house. It's paid for so she could keep up with the utilities on what she makes. I told her that and told her I'll never live here again so long as she's here. I quit my job and I've got a place to stay for a while. I want to do a few things and I need to call Sally and make a time to talk to her about the divorce stuff. I'll do that, probably tonight. Call, I mean."

Meg and I talked for a little while longer before I left. I tried to talk her out of giving Sally a hard time but I knew that Meg would do whatever she pleased so I just let it go. I was satisfied that Meg was not aware of any of Sally's activities and that was OK. I told her to let Sally know if she needed anything from me once I talked to Sally. We parted friends as we had been. I was glad of that. I really liked Meg.

My next stop was Phil Sutton's house. I parked down the street and a little across from his place and I had a perfect view of the driveway and the side entrance. It was just a few minutes past noon so I waited and sure enough, he pulled into the drive a few minutes later. I watched as he exited the car and I saw a nice looking woman open the side door and wave to him. That must be Mrs. Sutton. Very interesting. I wondered if she knew what her husband was doing with my wife. For that matter, was my wife the only one of his playthings. Well, that wasn't my concern. 

Now that I knew where he lived and that he had a wife, I wondered what I could do to make his life as miserable as he made mine. I had one idea that came from my days as a Sergeant supplying those nasty spies in Intelligence. It seems they were always doing some really neat things with tape recordings and videos and the like. One of the things that I knew how to do was to record a tape onto a CD and then use the CD to make an audio file that could be sent by email and played on any computer. That was fairly easy to do and I decided that I could make a copy of my tape and send it to Mrs. Sutton. All I had to do was find out if she had an email address. Again, there were ways to do that and I knew how to do it. I also decided to send the CD as backup so that she would have both files. 

As I drove back to the bar and my home away from home, I planned to do the CDs right away. I wanted to begin my payback as soon as possible. 

Once in my little room, I took out my laptop from home and began. When I was in front of a computer, I actually felt quite smart. I could make computers do things that a lot of people couldn't. I began to feel better now that I was ready to strike back. First the audio file and then the CD in the mail. By tomorrow, Mr. Phil Sutton was going to be very unhappy. As I worked, I began to think that maybe I should also plan to call Sally tonight. Maybe. I logged onto the internet and began my search for Mrs. Phil Sutton or Mr. Phil Sutton and their email accounts. 

I had a few passwords that I had taken with me when I left the service and I used one of them to hack the accounts. Both had an account with Hotmail and I found the email addresses for both without a lot of trouble. Next, I made a wave file of the recording from last Friday night and uploaded it to my computer. I attached it to a short email to Harriett Sutton with my name and a suggestion that she listened very carefully to the attachment, and saved it. I also attached it to Phil Sutton's email address and saved that as well with a note that his wife would be asking him about it. Both were to be sent from an anonymous account. I wanted to wait, however, until that evening before sending them. 

It was just a little past three in the afternoon when I decided to call Sally. I placed the call to her work number and waited. She answered on the third ring with a listless hello. I was surprised since she was usually very bouncy on the phone. She liked getting phone calls, especially from me. But, she didn't know this was from me so maybe that's why she was so solemn. 

"Hello Sally. It's the clod."

There was silence on the other end and then a soft sob. No words, nothing. Just the one sob and then nothing. She hadn't hung up. She just didn't say anything. That sort of shook me up and I was a little flustered. Well, I just hung up. No words, nothing. I just hung up. I was stumped. Damn if it didn't break my concentration when she didn't say anything. Why hadn't I remembered that she froze when she was upset? I had to think, not something I was very good at. But I tried. After a furious hour in which I started and stopped ten times to call, I finally gave up. I decided to wait until Sally went home to call her. I needed that much time just to come up with a plan. 

I went down to the bar and had a couple of beers and a sandwich to keep the edge off and drove over to check my PO box. Finally, the checks were there: my regular paycheck and my severance check. This would be enough to keep me going for the next three months or so. I drove down to the bank and opened a separate account that Sally didn't know about and deposited my checks. I took enough cash to pay for food and gas and left the rest in the bank. That's all I needed for now. I didn't own any credit cards so I had no bills to worry about. My life was always simple, to match my IQ. 

I waited until almost 7:00 that evening and then I sent both emails out. I made sure that they were delivered and then shut my computer down. I went down to the bar and used the bar phone to call Sally at home. This time I was ready.

"Hello? This is the Overton residence." "Hello Sally. It's me, Jimmy."

"Hello Jimmy. I'm glad you called finally. Are you OK? Are you safe and do you have enough to eat?"

"Yes, Sally, I'm fine. I have my truck and my clothes and I have my last check and the vacation and sick leave check so I'm OK."

"Mom said you stopped and told her about me and Mr. Sutton. I wish you hadn't done that. She's very mad at me and it's not good for her to be so mad."

"I know but I didn't want her to think I walked out for no good reason. I like Meg and I didn't want her to think bad about me. I'm sorry she's mad at you but so am I."

Silence. This time I was ready for it.

"I think we have to talk Sally. There are some things we need to settle on before we get divorced. I want to talk about Meg and the house and some other things. When can we get together and talk?"

Still, silence. This time I just waited. Sally would speak when she was ready. I had known her long enough to know that this happened when she was upset or confused. She just went silent. So, I waited.

After about 90 seconds of silence, Sally finally spoke.

"You can come by anytime you want to. Mom is usually asleep by 7:00 or 7:30 so anytime after that is good. Or maybe you want me to take some time off and meet you somewhere during the day? I can do whatever you want. It's up to you, Jimmy."

I heard the little sob again but this time she tried to cover the mouthpiece so I wouldn't hear it. But I did. 

"I'll be by tomorrow night then. We should talk sooner rather than later." 

With that I snickered since that was what we always said copying Bill Clinton. This was the first time it seemed appropriate though. I decided to hang up then so that nothing more could be said. I knew that I wanted to yell and scream but I knew that I shouldn't. 

I wondered if my emails had been received yet. I couldn't be sure without actually logging back on and checking the server for their accounts. That would be harder to do and would leave me open to backtracking. While I didn't think Phil or his wife could even know what that was, my spy buddies had said things like that often enough that I had picked up a little paranoia on my own. Well, I would certainly find out later. Since I had a couple of hours to kill, I went back to the bar and sat down. A few beers couldn't hurt. 

At about 10:00 that evening, I decided to make a phone call to Mrs. Sutton. I wondered what I would hear when I called. I slipped into the phone booth and made the call. She answered on the first ring.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"Hello Mrs. Sutton. I'm the one that sent you an email earlier today? Have you had a chance to listen to the attachment?"

"Of course I listened. How do I know that it's really Phil and some woman named Sally? It could be a fake."

"Sally is my wife and I assure you it's not a fake. I haven't been back home since I heard that tape. I recorded them in my house in my bed on Sunday night. Sally works for your husband. He's her boss."

"That son of a bitch. I knew he was screwing someone but I didn't know who. Now I do. What do you want?"

"I don't want anything from you. I may do something to Phil, but I don't know what yet. Are you going to divorce his ass?"

"I don't know. We've been married thirteen years and we have two little girls. I don't know if I can do that to them."

"Well, he didn't seem to think about them while he was screwing my wife. What you do is up to you but I'll do what I have to. Goodbye."

"Wait, I'm . . . " 

I hung up. What she did now was her business. I would do what I wanted to do without any hang-ups now since she knew the truth about her dip shit husband.

The next day came early for me since I found it hard to sleep that night. All I could do was think about that tape and the words that Sally said and the hurt that it caused. I guess I loved her. If I didn't, I wouldn't care as much as I did. The pain in my chest was so intense I thought I was having a heart attack. But aspirin couldn't cure this pain.

I put in a call to the plant and spoke with Terry. She yelled at me and told me that I was a pain in her butt. It seems Mr. Johnson, the plant manager wanted to talk to me and she couldn't give him a phone number or an address. Just a stupid PO Box. I let her yell for a few minutes before finally giving her this number. The one at the bar. I said I would wait here for the next ten minutes for him to call and then he could take his chances. She hung up right away after telling me to wait. I waited. Seems I was doing a lot of that lately. Just as I was about to crawl out of the booth, the phone rang. It was Paul Johnson.

"Damn it Jimmy. Why didn't you come talk to me before you quit? I want to talk to you as soon as possible. Where are you?"

"I'm living at a bar here in town for the time being Paul. I'm a bouncer in the evenings for the rent. What did you want to talk about?"

"Where can I meet you? We need to talk in private. Give me a time and place."

I thought about it and decided that I had nothing to lose talking to him so I gave him the name of the bar and said to meet me here after work. I said I would be here from five until 8:00 that evening. He agreed and said he would see me then. 

At 5:30 Paul Johnson walked into the bar, stopped to look around and then, spotting me, walked over to the booth I was in and slid in across from me. He looked agitated and a little angry but I didn't think it was me he was mad at.

"Hello Paul. You look a little on the bent-out-of-shape side. What's eating you?"

"Damn it Jimmy. Why in the hell did you just up and quit. You know I've had my eye on you for some time and I promised you that there was a promotion coming up. Why did you quit without talking to me? Was it the money? Hell, I'll promote you right now and put you somewhere until the real job opens up. Come on. Talk to me."

Paul Johnson was a standup guy and he had indeed promised me something in the near future. I wasn't all that interested until he told what he had in mind but he was always more than fair with me and I felt bad about not letting him know what was up. Well, now was the time to cut bait or run. 

"Paul, I need to tell you something and I need you to listen to me before you say anything. Can you do that? Can you hold it till I'm done talking?"

"Hell yes. Just start talking damn it!"

"OK. Here goes. I have proof that Sally and Phil Sutton have been shacking up. The last time I caught them in my own house and in my own bed. That's when I knew I couldn't go back to work without killing that son of a bitch. So I quit. I told Sally that I knew about them and I told her I was moving out and we were going to get a divorce. I haven't even talked to her since except to make a time to meet with her tonight. That's when she gets her say. But there is no way I can get past what they did and what Sally said to him about me. It's over Paul. It's fucking over!"

Paul just took it all in and kept his mouth shut just like he promised. He just sat there after I finished talking and I could almost see the wheels turning inside his head. I gave him the same courtesy and kept my mouth shut till he was ready. It didn't take too long.

"First, you have to know that I'm so damn sorry. I really like Sally and you know how I feel about you. But, OK. Here's the deal. Jimmy, the man fucked up. He most surely did. He is Sally's boss and what he did is enough to get him fired. If you have any proof, I'll need it when I fire him. That's the first thing. Sally will have to be fired too, since she was involved. I can maybe do something about that but right now, she is fired."

"I have proof and for your information, I let both him and his wife hear the proof. I talked to his wife earlier and she is not sure what she is going to do to his ass. I hope she divorces him and takes all he's got but that's up to her. And as far as firing Sally, I hope you don't cause she needs the money to take care of her mother. I'm giving her the fucking house since she shit in it with that asshole."

"Don't be too hasty Jimmy. Maybe we can work something out. I would be willing to support a small lawsuit by you against the company. They're the ones that put this dip shit here in my plant. I can make management think that if they let me handle it privately, I can get us off lightly and settle out of court for you to the tune of a lot of money. It would be something like alienation of affections or such. Anything. Maybe about a quarter mil or something like that? The company would jump at a quarter of a mil. You could use the money for the divorce and for Sally's mom. I know you really like her."

Well hell. I would never have thought of something like that. Sometimes it's good to have smart friends. Paul was that all right. I would do whatever he recommended there. I told him so and he said that it was settled.

"Now, why in the world would Sally take up with Phil Sutton? He's a prick and a jerk and he isn't half the man you are. What was her reason?"

"I don't know. I haven't asked her yet. I told you I hadn't talked to her yet. I intend to ask her tonight. Maybe she can tell me, even if it won't make any difference."

"Well, you talk to her and let me take care of the rest. I'll put together an offer from the company and I'll fire Phil's ass tomorrow if you give me the proof you have. Do you have it here?"

"Yeah. Have a beer while I go get it."

With that, I went back to my wonderful little room and got the tape that I had made. I still had the CD and the original file on my computer so I could let this one go. I took it back down, gave it to Paul and watched him go. Maybe what he was going to do would give me back some self respect. At least, that smug son of a bitch would be long gone from there. Let Sally give him comfort when he was fired and his wife kicked his ass out.

Well, I had about another hour or so to kill before I was due at Sally's place. Funny how it no longer was 'my house.' It was just Sally's place. Maybe I was already moving on as they say. I never understood that. How can you move on? On to what? Well, I had another beer to help me think about that. But I didn't intend to get drunk. I wanted a clear head when I spoke to Sally tonight. So at about 8:30 or so, I switched to coffee, went up and washed my face and neck and put on a clean shirt. It was wrinkled like hell but it was clean. I never wore any crap so I would just smell like soap. 

At 9:31 exactly, I pulled into my driveway and stopped. I just stared at the home that I once loved. It was my first house and it was paid for. That gave me a feeling of accomplishment. Daddy had helped me pay for it and I thanked him every day of my life. He was a good man but he was destroyed by mom's sickness. She had never been anything but a good woman. Not like Sally. 

I was reluctant to get out of the car but I had no choice. I had to do this. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Sally answered, looking surprised. 

"Jimmy? Why are you ringing the bell? You live here for God's sakes. Come in!"

"Didn't you get my note? I told you I would never live here again so long as you are. Wasn't that clear in my note?"

Sally didn't answer and just turned and walked into the kitchen. I followed her and took a seat at the table while she fixed coffee and got out some little cookies that she kept for company. I hated them but she thought they were classy. Tea cookies or something like that. I couldn't remember what was on the box. But my mind was rambling and I had to stop it. I needed my wits, what there was of them.

Sally came over to the table, set my cup in front of me and the plate of cookies in the middle between us. She sat down and fiddled with her cup for a few minutes. She was anxious and this was typical behavior for her. I just waited. If I pushed too hard, Sally would get flustered and then she wouldn't be able to talk or answer me. Her only defense was silence. So I waited.

She finally looked up at me. She looked into my eyes with that penetrating look she had when she was trying to see what you were thinking. It made a lot of people nervous if they didn't know her. I was used to it so I just endured it. It had always made me smile when she did it to me but not tonight. Tonight it was just annoying.

"What do you want to talk about Jimmy? I just don't know where to start or what to say. I'm hoping you can start and sort of keep it going. I don't know what to say. I'm so confused and I'm scared and I don't know what to say. Please, Jimmy, tell me what to say!"

Sally was getting emotional and I could tell she was about to burst into tears. I was amazed that she had gone this long without breaking down. She was really confused, just as she said. Sally couldn't handle confrontation and this was normal for her.

"Sally, please just calm down. I'll just start talking and you try to get yourself under control. OK?"

A few sniffs and a little sob and then, "OK"

"First, I told Meg that she could stay here as long as she wanted. That means you can stay too. She needs to have a safe place and she needs to know where she is. That's first."

Sally just nodded, understanding that part. "I just wish you hadn't told her about what I did. She's still mad at me." 

"That's too bad. Next, I can't help much with the costs since I quit my job but I'll do what I can until I get another job somewhere else. That may take a little while but I'll try to hurry. And just maybe there might be some money coming in from somewhere else. I just can't work where you and Phil work anymore. I guess you can understand that."

Silence. Sally was hunched over again and her shoulders were moving up and down so I guessed she was crying silently. I had to stop and wait again. This time it wasn't quite as long until Sally finally nodded again. I continued.




How About Another Drink?



"You may be surprised when you go to work tomorrow. I talked to Paul Johnson and he's going to fire Phil Sutton's ass. He knows all about you and Phil and Phil is your boss and he can't do what he did. He can't be fucking his employees. So, his ass is going to be fired."

With this little gem, Sally's face got very white and she put her hand to her mouth in shock. She was apparently upset over her lover being fired. Well, wasn't that too fucking bad.

"But that's not right. It wasn't Mr. Sutton's fault. I was the one that made him do what we did. You can't fire him! That's wrong. It was my fault. It was!"

"No Sally. He was the boss. You could come on to him all you wanted and he was supposed to say no. Or at least report you to his boss, but he didn't. He fucked another man's wife, he fucked one of his employees and finally, he cheated on his own wife. Phil Sutton is an asshole and he's going to be fired. That's all there is to it! Paul is doing the firing and he is Phil's boss. So, tough shit for Phil!"

Sally just stared at me, not understanding most of this but that was too bad.

"Finally, since I obviously can't satisfy you anymore as a husband or a lover, I guess we have to get divorced. I can't share you with that son of a bitch and I won't be treated with such disrespect again. I know I'm not very smart but I'll be damned if I'll let you badmouth me to someone like Phil Sutton. I'll let you get the attorney and you can set the terms. I already said you could have the house but I don't have much else so you can't really ask for much, but I'll do what I can to be fair."

I didn't tell her about the lawsuit since I didn't want her to have any claim to that money. I would talk to Paul tomorrow and mention this to him. I didn't want to get all that money and then have to share it with Sally. After all, she was the one that caused the problem. She shouldn't get paid for it. But after I said my piece, I was caught by surprise when Sally looked at me like I was losing my mind. She wasn't hunched over now, nor was she crying or silent. 

"What do you mean you can't satisfy me as my husband and lover? What the hell does that mean and why would you say something like that? You son of a bitch! I never said that and I never gave you cause to say something like that. That was mean and uncalled for!"

Now I was confused and I didn't know what to say. How could she think I could think anything else? I had heard her with her lover and I heard what she said to him. 

"I heard you tell Phil Sutton to 'fill you with his cum' and to 'put his warm and hard cock inside you' and I heard you tell him that your 'clod of a husband' wouldn't take you to the theater and even if I did, I was too stupid to understand it. I heard you Sally. I have it all on tape from the last time you fucked that son of a bitch in our bed. Don't you even remember what you told him?"

"I know what I told him and I know why I told him those things but I knew they weren't even true. But he didn't know that so I said it and it made him think he was a big. I know what I said and I know why I said it."

"Well then, why don't you explain to me why you cheated on me with your boss. Why you took him into our marriage bed where you and I shared our life and where I showed you my love for you? Why don't you explain to me why I'm too stupid to understand your stupid plays and theater? Why don't you explain all of that to me Sally?" 

Sally was angry now. Why she was angry I didn't have the first clue. What did she think she had a right to do? Fuck whoever she wanted and I wasn't supposed to care? Say shit about me and I wasn't supposed to care? I knew she wasn't very smart and neither was I but even I knew that what she did wasn't right. So should she.

Sally was having trouble getting the words out. I had seen her do this before when she was very angry. She could think of what she wanted to say but when she tried to say it, her words got jumbled up. She always said her mouth worked faster than her mind did. Maybe it did. I know mine did, and that's why I always talked slow. Slow mind, slow mouth. Daddy's words.

"Why didn't you want to have kids with me?"

The first words out of her mouth were quite clear. Clear but stupid. What the hell did that have to do with her fucking her boss? I asked as much.

"What the hell does that have to do with what you did? I never said I didn't want to have kids. I said we would talk about it. That has nothing to do with you fucking Phil Sutton in our house and in our bed. Damn it Sally. You know that."

I could see Sally struggling to stay in control. She was almost on the verge of breaking down but she was fighting it. I was impressed.

"It has everything to do with it. I know why you didn't want us to have kids. You were afraid that they would turn out like you and me. Stupid! That's why you wouldn't have kids with me. Don't deny it. That's what you thought, isn't it?"

Well, that caught me by surprise. I had never told her that. How could she have guessed what I was thinking? I never said a thing to her, but I had thought it. But still, what did that have to do with anything?

"So maybe that's true. So what? So, if I wasn't going to give you kids, you were free to go fuck some other guy to have his kids? Do you actually think I would be OK with that? Did you think it was OK to do that? I'm a little slow, Sally, but even I don't think that way. And I don't believe you do either."

"That's not what I mean. You were worried that our kids would be slow in the head and maybe be worse than you or me. I know that's what you thought. Well, I was worried too, but I wanted to give you children. I wanted to so bad that I came up with this idea."

Sally stopped. I guess she was trying to get enough control to tell me what her idea was. Sally had to struggle sometimes just to make her thoughts clear to other people. I had learned to figure her out quite well most of the time but she must have really wanted this to be clear to me. I waited. As usual, I was patient in light of Sally's limitations. She did the same for me.

"This was my idea. Phil Sutton is a very smart man. He is a college man and he even stayed longer than most and got another degree. I think it was a master degree or something like that. Anyway, it is even better than regular college. So you can tell he is really smart."

So far, she had told me nothing. So Sutton was book smart. Well, tomorrow when he got his ass fired he wouldn't be so damn smart. And if his wife had any balls, she would kick his ass out too, so why would Sally think this was a smart guy?

"So, I had this idea. If I could get Mr. Sutton to make me pregnant, his smart genes would mix with my dumb genes and maybe the baby would be smarter than me. And if you didn't know that Mr. Sutton was the father, you would be so happy when the baby was smart. If you didn't know, then you would want to have more babies and then we could have our own. Then you wouldn't be so sure that all I could give you would be dumb babies. See?" 

Well, I did see. I actually understood what she said. Maybe that showed that I was as dumb as she was, but I did see. It was stupid. It was crazy. It wouldn't work, but I wasn't even sure about that. All I knew was that Sally had done this for me, thinking it was all her fault that I didn't want to have babies with her. Could I accept this? I was now totally confused.

Sally took my silence as meaning she had to keep talking. She had taken the few seconds when I was quiet to decide what she wanted to say next.

"I was inexperienced when I was younger and a lot of the boys took advantage of me until I learned better. I know that guys still like to look at me and my boobs a lot. I decided that I would let Mr. Sutton look at me and I would make him think that I liked him. It wasn't very hard since he already looked at me a lot. I just talked to him when he was around and he finally asked me if I would like to make a little money working overtime, helping him clean out the shelves in the storage room. I knew that's not what he wanted, but it was what I wanted."

Sally stopped again. This was the longest she had talked in some time. Most of our conversations were short and to the point. We normally talked about Meg or the house or simple things. We never needed a lot of words between us. Till now.

"That was the first time. I let it happen when I was in the middle of my fertile period. At least that's what Meg told me the time was. She thought I was trying to make a baby with you so she helped me decide when the best time was. I let him have me in the stock room on the day I picked."

Now she was becoming agitated. She was choking up and she had to stand up and breathe as her mother had taught her to do when she was upset. I watched her as she got herself back under wraps. I could make this easier on her but I'll be damned if I was going to. Let her do this. I hoped to hell it was causing her the same pain that she had caused me. 

"I only let him do it three times. That was the first, the second was a month later in his office on his couch and the third time was here at home. Here because I was not working that day and he came here at my request. I wanted to get it over with so I wasn't going to wait another month."

A quick swallow of coffee, a few more deep breaths and then, "It was hard for me to do this since Mr. Sutton's dick is so small. Nothing like yours. I almost couldn't tell when it was in me so I tried to make him come as quick as I could. That's why I said those things to him. He didn't know that I never even felt him inside me most of the time and I had to wait until he relaxed to know when he was done. And the things I said about you? That's what the books said to do. Tell the man something that will make him feel important and strong and in control. I read that somewhere. And I knew that Mr. Sutton was afraid of you so I had to say those things to make him feel more comfortable."

"None of the things I did with him meant anything to me other than that if he got me pregnant, the baby would be smart and you would be happy and then we could have our own babies. You were never supposed to know anything about it. But I forgot that you are smarter than me and that you would figure it out. And before you ask, I'm not pregnant. It didn't work and now I thank God that it didn't."

Well, what the hell was I going to do now? I had to think about this some more. But before I could say anything, Sally had some more to say.

"I know what you're thinking. Mom explained it to me when I told her what I did. She said that I ruined everything and that you had the right to divorce me now since I broke the vows from our wedding day. That's what you said in your note to me too. I understand. I'll do whatever you think is best. But I would like to stay here with mom. She needs somewhere that she knows. Would that be all right?"

"You and Meg stay here as long as you want. I need some time to think about what you said. I don't know what to say to you right now. You did right by telling me what happened and why you did it. Now, I have to think on it some. I have a little apartment at a bar downtown and it's good enough for me. I'll call you in a day or so and in the meantime, you let Paul Johnson know what you're doing and where you'll be if you leave here."

"I'm not going anywhere. This is our home and I'll stay here till you tell me to leave."

Well, with that I had to leave. If I stayed, I was going to give in because I loved Sally as much now as I ever did. What she did, she did for me and for us. I truly believed that since Sally didn't have a mean bone in her body and she wouldn't hurt me or anyone else if she could help it. Some people might believe Sally was giving me a line of crap, but I knew her and I knew her soul. She was telling the God's truth. Now, was I a big enough man to work through this and go on with our life? I just didn't know.

I drove my truck back to the bar and sat down on the stool and drank my way into some peace. I felt a lot better tonight than I had for some time now. I knew what and why with Sally, I knew Phil Sutton was going to get his, I had some money coming and I could think about taking that job with Paul. I knew it was a security position and with Sutton gone, I could probably go back there. If that money came through, I could work and Sally could stay home and raise our kids . . 

Well, it seems as though I was already thinking of Sally and me with a future. Maybe things would work out.

I decided then and there that I wanted Sally back in my life. I was going home and we were going to have babies. They would be whatever they would be. I would just make love to my wife and when she got pregnant, I would let God sort it out. After all, he was a whole lot smarter than me.

The end