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Law of the Heart Ch. 01

By: Headhuntertales



Having been frustrated by the endings of some stories that are posted here and having been criticized for some of my own story endings, I decided to try something new, a story with several alternative endings. These ending will vary quite a bit, from the romantic to the hardcore. I know the set-up is long, but it needs to be, for all the various possible endings to make sense. 

Also, any authors out there are invited to write their own ending! 

No sex for awhile in this story!

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Introduction

"Case Dismissed," the judge stated firmly, then slapped his gavel down with the accompanying wooden crack.

My client turned to shake my hand, but I was already stuffing papers into my briefcase and moving quickly to the courtroom door. If I catch a cab to the airport I could make the early Friday afternoon flight from Boston to Miami. I could surprise my wife at the South Florida Law School reunion. 

My son, Jake Junior, was already at his grandparent's house for the weekend so the only thing I was missing was my suitcase. It had been packed for a week, ready for Jill and I to spend a long weekend in Miami at our 10 year Law School reunion. I had left the suitcase in our bedroom. I had thought that this last minute case which I had caught from my public defenders office would end up killing the weekend for me. 

But surprise of surprises, the Boston PD had realized that my petty thief client could not have been involved in the armed robbery and had agreed to drop the charges. Now he was free and I was free too. The last flight to Miami would be leaving in 2 hours. Friday traffic and post 9-11 security meant that I could just make it onto the plane, but I would not have time to stop by our house. That was OK, it would only be two days. I could buy a swim suit and some casual clothes in Miami. As the cab careened through the rain and drizzle of spring-time Boston, Mass. I thought about lounging on the sunny white sand beaches of South Florida with my beautiful and smart lawyer wife.

Jill had flown down to the reunion yesterday as we had planned. 

At first she said that "If you can't go I won't go either." 

But I had insisted, she deserved the break from "Mommy-hood" and she had been so excited about seeing our old friends. She had been planning this trip for weeks, even dieting and going to the tanning saloon, so she "would look good in a bathing suit and not stick out like a "Northeastern tourist" when she saw our classmates, most of whom still lived in the "sunshine state."

I smiled as I thought about Jill, 13 years earlier. Beautiful and smart, 22 years old and one of 12 women in the South Florida Law School class of 1994. The class had 65 students, by the time we graduated there were only 45 of us left and only 9 women. Jill was the smartest and most beautiful, everybody had wanted her, but I had won her heart. We hadn't dated until halfway through year two of law school. But a year after graduation we were married. I knew I was the luckiest guy in the class. I felt like the luckiest guy in Florida, maybe the luckiest guy in the whole United States. 

Jill, she is my "soul-mate." I know that term is thrown around a lot, but she really is. We fit like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces, and now with 3 year old Jake Junior, life got only better. Sometimes as I walked into the door of our modest suburban house, knowing that Jill and Jake Junior were inside waiting for me, the love would well up in my chest, and I could hear an audible groan escape my lips. I was so lucky, so loved. Tears would actually come to my eyes. 

I was a lucky one, I had always been loved. Growing up in a poor working class neighborhood of Washington DC, I hadn't had a lot of "things," but we always had food, and love from my hardworking blue collar parents. We had always been taught "right from wrong" and the marble monuments in the center of DC had effected me greatly. That's why I had become a public defender. I have a strong sense of right and wrong. I believe in the system. I wanted to stand up for the "little guy." Hardworking guys who got taken advantage of. Guys like my Dad and the people who I grew up with. Simply stated I wanted to do what was right.

I worked hard, got scholarships to college, then a scholarship to SF Law School. My parents were so proud. I was the first in the family to graduate from college, much less attend a professional school. I was proud, I wanted to make a difference. The others in my law school class were not like me. Oh, they were smart, but they all had come from the upper middle class or even rich upper class homes. They weren't bad, at least most of them weren't. They loved the law as I did, but money and power is what motivated them. That's Ok, I wanted money too, but not at the expense of others. Not at the expense of people weaker than I, I wanted to help people more than I wanted the big money. Regardless of what kind of law I practiced, I knew I would have more money than my parents. I knew that I would be comfortable and that was enough for me.

As the jet accelerated down the runway and I was pressed into the seat and I smiled. Jill would be so surprised and happy to see me. I would get in just before dinner. Maybe I could stop at a store on my way from the airport. Pick up a few things, get a swimming suit. I think tonight was the class reunion luau. I would walk right into the middle of the beach party and hug Jill from behind. Give her a big kiss. She would be so surprised. Maybe later tonight in romantic Miami we could start working on making Jake Junior a little sister to complete our happy family.

God, I wish I had dieted and tanned with Jill. I was New England pasty white under my clothes, and I had put on a few pounds. Not that I was fat, but I was out of shape and was carrying an 10 extra pounds around my middle. Jill didn't complain. She loved me so much. But I should get back into shape for her. She deserved the best...

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Chapter 1

As I stepped out of the airport terminal the heat and humidity almost knocked me down. "Taxi," I hollered as I ran my hand through my light brown hair, which was already damp with sweat. 

The air conditioner in the cab barely reached the back seat, but it didn't seem to bother the Cuban driver. He looked cool and fresh. Living in the tropics his whole life had taught him how to survive in the heat. Even look cool and collected in the stifling atmosphere. The driver reminded me of the Mendoza twins. The Mendoza twins were classmates of mine and Jill's. They were always cool and in control. Born of a wealthy Cuban businessman and an anglo mother, the Mendoza's got the best from both worlds. The brains and dark latin good looks of their father, and the tall slender bodies and anglo features of their mother. As well as her charm. A charm that they could turn on and off as needed. Yes, the Mendoza twins were always cool and in control. In the three years of law school I had never seen them sweat, except during a pick-up basketball or touch football game. And even then the sweat looked good on their glistening muscular bodies. 

I blocked the Mendoza twins from my mind and thought about others in the class. Bill, and George had been my study partners. Sally, who had lived with Jill and finally Steve, my best friend and the best man at Jill's and my wedding. There were others too, people who I argued with in "moot court" and members of the law review. We had all been at our best school. All of our minds razor sharp. We had many long nights of studying and practicing our newly learned lawyer skills on each other. It was the best time of my life, until I married Jill. My life with Jill....well that was the all-time best, and always would be.

I asked the cab driver to stop at a strip shopping center near the beach resort where the reunion was being held. "I need a bathing suit and some clothes," I said. The driver knew I didn't have any luggage other than my briefcase. 

"You can shop in the boutique stores at the resort," he answered in his thick accent. 

"I could," I answered, "but at three times the prices of the discount stores. Stop here please." 

It didn't make sense to me to waste the money. After all, I wasn't a big time corporate lawyer like many of my classmates. I was a public defender, and only made slightly more than a cop or a teacher in Boston. The driver shrugged and stopped. As soon as I paid and tipped him he took off. I noticed that he turned into the gates of the resort, hoping for a more well-to-do fare no doubt.

With a couple pairs of shorts, some off-brand knit shirts, a baggy swim suit and a travel can of shaving cream and disposable razors, I headed back out to the parking lot. No cabs... The resort gates were visible down the street so I began to walk. With my discount store bag and briefcase in my hand. Suit jacket over my arm. By the time I reached the Gate I was soaked through. At least the long driveway up to the resort was shaded by palms. But it was a half mile walk. I trudged, and sweated and wilted...

"You are not on the guest list, Mr. Roberts," said the desk clerk as he eyed me suspiciously. 

I was soaked, carrying a cheap discount bag and didn't have any luggage. 

"Look," almost whining now, "Jill Roberts is my wife. She is registered. She is here with the reunion."

The clerk glanced at the event board. I could see her mind working, I could have easily have gotten that information. 

"I am sorry, the Reunion group is out on a boat cruise. I am not allowed to give out the room numbers, or keys to guest rooms. You will have to wait until they return. Or you could rent a room yourself."

I sighed, "Your right, and actually I am glad that you protect your guests. There is no need for me to rent a second room. We'll pay the double occupancy rate." I smiled, "when do they return?"

I checked my watch. It was 5:00. I knew the luau was supposed to start at 7:30.

"Sometime in the next hour. They will be docking at the marina next door." She pointed out the wide expanse of glass towards the blue water.

"Thanks, I'll wait over there. After they are back we can take care of this." Oh well, my plan to surprise Jill went out the window. I could meet her at the dock with a big smile, I thought.

I trudged out the glass door, into the sand. At least there was a sea breeze. The marina was just down the sand, and I walked to the head of the big dock and dropped heavily into an old beach chair on the wooden planks. 

As I was slipping my briefcase and bag under the chair, an old man in South Florida retirement shorts and tee-shirt with three days growth of white whiskers yelled, "Hey, that's my chair Mister."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I am just waiting for a tour boat to return."

"Yeah you and me both," he said. I noticed a large powerful looking pair of binoculars in his liver spotted, claw like hand.

"I'm Jake," I said as I stood. 

He quickly jumped into the chair and mumbled, "I'm Frank, now get out of my way."

"What do you mean, I am not in your way, I got out of your chair."

"You're blocking the view. Move to the side."

He brought up the binoculars and turned towards the water.

"Looking for boats?" I queried.

"Nawww," his eyes never left the eyepieces as his head moved back and forth, methodically scanning the blue expanse. 

"I'm looking for titties."

Law of the Heart Ch. 02



No sex in this chapter!

*

I burst out laughing.

"Go ahead and laugh.... what' da say you are called."

"Jake," I responded still chucking.

"This is the best free afternoon show in town, Jake. Those pretty ladies get on these boats in the tropical sun and before you know it they are going native."

"Native?"

"You know, topless... sometimes naked as jay-birds."

I laughed again, I hadn't heard that expression since my Uncle Ralph had used it 20 years ago.

"You got some binoculars in that bag? You'll see. There is a tour boat coming back anytime now. I'll bet half the ladies on it are nekkid. I can tell."

That gave me pause. I answered, "No, I don't have any binoculars."

"Too bad. I know today will be good. The tour boat is out, and them Cuban boys are out on their big boat too. They always have a deck full of bathing beauties, if you know what I mean."

"What Cuban boys?"

"Hell, I don't know their names. But they're twins. They always got pretty ladies with'em. There is a blonde whose built like a brick-shit-house. I think she is married to one of 'em. I don't know which, I can't tell'em apart. But she was even in "Playboy" before they got hitched. She gets naked every trip. And I get to see her in the flesh." He laughed at his own pun.

"So there are two boats out."

"Hell man there are dozen's of boats out, but I like the tourist boats. All those respectable northern ladies who wouldn't think of doing anything crazy. Then they drink some rum and get in the sun! It's amateur stripers on parade. They are MILF's," Frank laughed to himself. "Today's tour group was a bunch of teachers and lawyers. They got on the tour boat and I think a few of the lawyers got on the Cuban's boat. So today I'll see some fresh skin. I've seen all the locals girls nekkid lots of times."

"When you see them can I take a look," I asked, assuming that Jill was on the tour boat.

"Sure, for $5.00"

"$5.00," I exclaimed!

"I'm on a fixed income Jake," the old man cackled.

I didn't tell Frank I was on a fixed income too. I only mumbled, "OK, Let me know when you see the tour boat, that's the one I'm interested in."

I sat in the sand, rolled up my pant legs. My white shins reflected the sun. "Dam," I thought, I look like the white belly of a dead fish, so I pulled off my white courtroom shirt and tie to get some sun. Frank glanced down and pulled a dirty Florida Marlins baseball cap from his back pocket. "Put this on so your nose don't burn."

I thanked him and pulled the cap low over my face, trying to cut down on the glare from the water and sand. I knew Jill would be on the tour boat. She wouldn't get on a boat with the Mendoza's. She barely spoke to them after the first year of law school. After they had stolen her idea for the law review, and after she had stopped dating Juan Mendoza. I smiled to myself, thinking of Jill on the tour boat. I imagined Jill standing on the deck enjoys the scenery. After I confirmed she was on the boat I would walk down the dock and greet her with a wave. I'd blow her a kiss. She would be so surprised to see me. Then we could go to our room and I could shower and change.

It wasn't long before Frank said, "Here comes the tour boat."

I looked up but the only object I could see was a mere speck on the water. "Kind'a far away, isn't it?" I stated.

"Not for these babies. These binoc's are powerful. You gotta look while there still far out. Usually they get their bathing suits back on when they think somebody can see them. Of course some are drunk and stay naked right up to the dock."

It was quiet for awhile, then Frank said, "Whooo'ee, I can see some Iowa school teacher titties."

He sounded like a twelve year old and I couldn't help but laugh. "How about the lawyers?" I asked.

"Nawwww, looks like they are drinking and talking. But them school teachers are dancing and shakin'em."

I smiled, that was typical of my Law school class, they were no doubt debating some point obscure of law. Seeing them again was going to be fun. Despite the circumstances I was glad I was here!

The boat was getting closer. "Frank can you make out faces?"

"Sure, but I ain't looking at faces. Want your $5 worth now?

I handed Frank a 5 dollar bill. It was damp from sweat.

He handed me the glasses. "I have it adjusted for me. Just spin that little knob to focus."

I quickly scanned the boat deck, immediately recognizing some of my classmates. They looked older than I remembered. There was a sprinkling of women whom I didn't recognize with my old friends. I assumed that they were spouses of classmates. Looking farther down the deck I saw that Frank was right. About two dozen women were drinking and dancing on the stern of the boat. At least half of them were topless. 

They seemed to be having a good time. One middle aged lady was pulling down the back of her bikini bottoms, the top half of her stark white ass reflecting in the bright sun. It was such a contrast that the jiggling flesh seemed to jump out at me. I could see the others laugh as she pulled the suit back into place and took another big gulp from her oversized drink glass. 

I scanned the deck again, but didn't see Jill. Nor did I see my friend Steve, his wife Meredith or Jill's old roommate Sally either. Maybe they had opted out of the cruise for some shopping.

"OK, that's your $5 worth," Frank said, grabbing the binoculars out of my hands.

I sat there and thought to myself, "well I guess I can go back to the Resort and wait. But I may as well wait and say hello to some of my old classmates."

After the boat docked I kept sitting next to Frank. The teachers, now tucked back in their swimming suits stumbled down the dock followed by my classmates. Just as I was about to stand and greet them I heard one say, "Did you see that yacht that the Mendoza's took Steve, Sally and Jill out on?"

Another voice chimed in, "Yeah "It had to be 70 feet long." 

The first voice said, "I hope they make it back for the party tonight." 

"Man-o-man Hector's wife was gorgeous." 

The second voice added, "She was Miss November a few years back." 

Finally, as they walked away I heard laughter and one fading voice said, "Well with their money............," 

The last of my former classmates walked past. "Look at those old farts sitting by the dock," he said to the group he was trying to catch up with. 

I hadn't moved, and I realized that they hadn't even recognized me. I was one of the "old farts" they referred to. Of course with my rolled up pants, exposed white belly and dirty ball cap pulled down over my eyes, I could understand. I probably did look like an old fart!

That's all I heard. What was going on? Jill was on the Mendoza's boat? I was dumbfounded. So I sat. Finally, I asked Frank if I could look at the Cuban boys boat, when it came in. He was still talking excitedly about the ten naked school teachers he had seen, but finally agreed.

We sat for another 30 minutes, but no boats were anywhere near the Marina. Frank started to get up, "I need to get home for dinner." I was getting worried, my mind pondered, "what if the boat sank? What if something had happened?" Jill and Little Jake mean so much to me, that I sometimes have an unreasonable fear that I will loose them. 

But then Frank turned an ear towards a distant deep rumble and he settled back into the chair. "Here they come. You need to look quick. It's a fast boat, and those boys don't follow the 'no wake rules' near the Marina."

He got the binoculars focused. "Oh man, the blonde 'Playboy' wife is on the flying bridge, nekkid as the day is long. Look at those titties bounce."

Then he was quiet for a minute...finally, "Oh boy, three more on the deck. Mostly topless!"

My heart dropped. "Let me see!" I grabbed at the binoculars...

"Take it easy, You gonna be like that I won't let you look!"

"Please Frank," I pleaded, "I need to see."

He handed them too me reluctantly, "Just for a second."

I looked, the boat was moving quickly and it took a moment to get the focus. I saw a beautiful blonde standing at the wheel of an elevated bridge. Her body was tan all over and model perfect. She was completely naked. There wasn't a blemish or a body hair anywhere that I could see. Clearly she had been the recipient of some excellent plastic surgery. She looked like a goddess. 

Next to her was one of the Mendoza brothers. He wore white Speedo swim trunks, his dark skin contrasting with the white material. His long muscles rippling as he helped the blonde steer the boat. Mendoza's eyes however were looking down at the deck. I followed his gaze down and immediately saw Steve and his wife Meredith. They were laughing into the wind. 

Meredith was topless and her tiny breasts hardly moved as the bow of the boat crashed through the waves. Next to them was Sally, Jill's old room-mate. Now Sally is a big girl and while she wasn't naked, she wore a white tee shirt. It was wet and was plastered against her rolls of flesh. The tee shirt was transparent, her dark brown nipples showed through the material. She might as well have been wearing nothing, but I assumed that wearing the shirt made her a bit less self conscious about her size.

On the main deck, another couple had their back to me, they were leaning over the side of the boat looking at something. The man also wore a white speed-o, and I could tell from the chiseled body that it was the other Mendoza brother. A duplicate of the one on the bridge. The woman had her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a baseball cap and the ponytail stuck out the gap at the back of the hat in an innocent girlish manner. All she wore other than the cap were blue bikini bottoms that rode high on a shapely ass and hips. 

The couple looked as if it were reaching for something.... then Mendoza, pulled his hand up... on the tip of his fingers was a blue scrap of cloth. The material danced on the end of his fingers, then the material ballooned out, and I realized that it was a bikini top. The wind filled the bra cups and the top was pulled from his hands by the breeze. The bra floated away behind the boat. He shrugged his shoulders, and turned laughing to face the woman. 

She girl turned and said something to him. She was laughing as well. As her profile came into view........

I saw my wife. Naked to the waist, c-cup breasts bouncing with the movement of the boat. 

Mendoza laughed again at her amusement. Then he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her a bit closer, steadying her as the deck rolled. 

I spun the focus adjustment as the huge craft came closer.... and saw my beautiful wife's pink nipple rubbing against his lower chest, the hard protruding eraser tip nestled against his body. Then the boat crested another wave and my wife's breasts bounced up and down.... side to side... leaving obscene tit tracks through his thick dark chest hair. 



Law of the Heart Ch. 03



I was frozen.... Frank pulled the binoculars from my hands. "I want to see. Looks like some good stuff on the Cuban boys boat today."

Numb from what I had just seen I mumbled, "Yeah, good stuff." 

I felt that I had been kicked in the gut. The boat docked, two young male marina workers ran to the end of the dock, to fasten lines. Soon the group was walking down the dock. First was Stave and Meredith, holding hands, talking excitedly about the boat ride. Meredith had her top back on.

Following was Sally and Jill. Laughing. Sally had wrapped her oversized body in a large beach towel, covering the wet tee shirt. Jill, all long tan legs and jaunty gate was next to her. She had pulled on a tee shirt from somewhere. The garish Miami Beach logo did nothing to hid the fact that her breasts were bouncing unencumbered underneath. She was gorgeous. She look like a teenager, fresh beautiful face, white teeth, long lean voluptuous body!

Finally the Mendoza twins ambled down the dock, with the blonde Barbi model between them. The blonde had her bikini bottoms on, but had not bothered with her top. Yet the Mendoza boys were not staring at her naked breasts. There was no doubt about where their eyes were locked. On the undulating buttocks of my wife, who was a few steps in front of them. All of them walked right past Frank and I. We didn't get a second glance. "Two old farts," I thought to myself. I could have reached up and touched Jill as she walked by. But I didn't. I didn't... and might forever regret it.

Frank said, "gotta run. I'll be here tomorrow if you want to watch some more." He slipped away. My mind seemed to have slipped away as well.. All I could think was, "Jill......."

Finally I stood. I walked down the dock to the big yacht. The two marina workers were hosing the boat off and dumping trash. Rum and Vodka bottles filled their trash bag. I stood staring dumbly. Unable to move.

"Looks like they were partying today," one of the boys said. 

"Whew come into the cabin, you can get high just from the smoke left in here," answered the other. 

"If you find and roaches you have to share," said the other. 

Now with the cabin doors open I could catch the faint smell of "Pot".

"Yeah, Juan has the weed." Then he added, "hey, there is some jewelry in here. A couple of rings on the table in a float cup."

"Leave 'em be," the other boy responded. "Probably didn't want to lose them in the water. Juan said he was coming back after he walked them over to the resort. He'll take care of the rings. You know you don't want to mess with his stuff, if you know what's good for you!" 

I walked stiffly to the end of the dock, staring blankly at the water. The two boys finished cleaning and hosing the boat off, then walked back to the marina carrying the full trash bag.

I don't know why I did it, but moving quickly for the first time in what seemed like hours, I jumped onto the Mendoza's boat. I looked around. It was a beautiful ship, expensive. Dark teak wood and brass fittings.... I slipped into the cabin. Plush carpet, leather and wood, big entertainment center, and on a table a plastic float cup. Inside was Jill's wedding and diamond engagement ring. "Oh God," I groaned. 

They weren't expensive rings, but I had done the best I could at the time. The diamond was small and I had often told Jill that I wanted to get her another ring set, one that was more expensive. But she always said "No." She loved the rings and "would never part with them..." It wasn't how much they cost, it was what they meant, they represented our love, that we would be together, always. Jill was always careful with her rings. 

Now here they were, on the Mendoza twin's boat. Without thinking I scooped them up and into my pocket. Then realizing that there was in fact a strong smell of marijuana in the cabin, I quickly left the boat and hurried up the dock. At the chair, I picked up my briefcase and shopping bag. 

I furtively looked around to see if I had been noticed by anyone. I hadn't been. But I could see someone coming back towards to dock from the resort, so I turned away and headed in the opposite direction, towards the Marina.

I sat heavily in a deck chair outside the marina. I could feel Jill's rings pressing against my thigh in my pocket. I remembered the day I gave them to her. We had both cried and pledged our love to each other. Other than my wedding day and the day Jake Junior was bore, it was the happiest day of my life. We didn't even make love... We sat up all night talking, laughing, just being one.. together! It was the best night of my life.

After a while a Marina waitress came by and asked if I wanted anything. I realized my mouth was dry and ordered a beer. When the waitress returned she asked if "I wanted to run a tab."

I said, "No, Thank you". 

Then she asked if I wanted a shower since I looked pretty done in. 

I gawked at her, and she continued, saying that the Marina had showers for boaters and I could use one if I wanted. She would watch my stuff at the table. I asked if she had a towel and she said I could buy one in the marina, soap too.

Thirty minutes later, washed, in comfortable shorts and shirt I was finishing my second beer and watching the sun set over the water. 

As the air cooled so did my emotions and I knew I had a decision to make. In the shower I had found a short piece of leather string. It looked like it was the lost shoe lace from a pair of Docksiders. I strung Jill's rings onto it, added my own wedding ring from my finger and tied it around my neck for safe keeping. As I put my ring on string I glanced at the inside of the ring. Etched into the gold was Jill's initials and our wedding date. Then I looked at the white strip of skin on my tanned hands. It looked strange and I felt unsettled inside.

The Luau beach party would be starting soon. In the distance I could see the wait staff at the resort already putting up tables, the tiki torches were placed and portable sound equipment checked. The party would start at 7:30 I recalled from the Reunion agenda, it would get dark at about 8:00 this time of year. 

I was calm now. I was sure it was all an innocent mistake... her partying topless..... but could I be sure? Yes, it must be innocent, after all Steve and Meredith were there and Jill and I loved each other too much. It must have been the alcohol, the pot. She got caught up in the fun of old times. After all we weren't prudes. We had smoked some pot school, and certainly drank out share of booze. We still drank socially, but hadn't smoked pot since we were married. It was too easy to loose your license to practice law if you were caught, and it wasn't important to us anymore. Like so many other people our age, drugs and drinking to excess was just something we had experimented with in college.

"I should just surprise her at the party as I had planned," I thought. "She would be so happy to see me..." I could almost feel her throwing her arms around my neck when she saw me.

But what would it hurt to watch for awhile. Watch and see what was up? That wouldn't hurt would it? See what kind of things my wife would do while on her own, at the party. Just for a little while. I could surprise her at anytime during the evening. Then we could go back to the room together and celebrate the weekend away. What would that hurt?

I went into the Marina and found a pay phone. I called Jill's parents to talk to Jake Junior. Jill's parents had not been excited about having me as their son. They had wanted someone from a more well-to-do family to marry their daughter. Failing that, someone who would make a very good living. 

I was constantly told that I should "leave the Public Defenders Office. Get into a 'well know' law firm. Make partner, make a lot of money." 

They hated our little suburban house, they wanted more for their daughter, and now for their grandson as well. I understood that. I wanted that to, but not more than doing what I felt was right. I made fair money and did some private lawyer work on the side to make some extra. Jill did OK working part-time from home while raising Little Jake. 

Gradually I earned Jill's parents grudging respect. But Jill's father still wished I would someday go private, join the country club and "make it big."

Jill's Mother answered the phone. She asked where I was and I lied. I don't know why I lied but I did. I told her that I was finishing up some work and hoped to get to the reunion sometime over the weekend. I spoke to Jake Junior, who was excited about going to the 'Bos'on Red Stox game' with Grandpa the next day! I told him how much I loved him. I thought to myself that three was a little young for a ball game, but if it made "Grandpa" happy what the heck. Jill's Mom came back on the phone. I asked "if she had heard from Jill." 

She responded, "not since she had called yesterday evening from the resort to say goodnight to Jake Junior." 

I told her I would try to call Jill later. I knew that there was a reunion party tonight. 

We said our good-byes and I asked my mother, "to kiss Jake Junior goodnight for me."

By now I could hear the island music from the resort. Glancing over, the tiki torches were lit and people were milling around the tables of food and drink. The Mendoza twins and the blonde Barbi-doll wife were walking up the dock. They turned towards the Resort. I waited a bit longer, the shadows were getting long and in the lush areas of tropical foliage it was already dark. I decided to head over to the Resort. I still had not decided what to do!

At the edge of the lighted area I stopped. I took a deep breath and was about to step into the circle of light when I saw her. Jill...... God she was beautiful. My heart welled up, I felt a rush of love. She was walking with Steve and Meredith, down a lighted path to the party area. She looked amazing. Her burnished hair was piled on top of her head, She wore a colorful sarong around her hips. On top she wore a snug but flattering belly shirt. The shirt matched the sarong. I assumed that underneath she was wearing a bathing suit. Many of my classmates were in swim suits or shorts. Meredith was in shorts and a bathing suit top. Steve wore a baggy swim suit and a colorful tie-dyed tee shirt. They all had drinks in their hands and were laughing amicably.

I froze on the edge of the light, just looking at her. I was going to rush up to her and call out 'surprise'. But before I could make the move, one of the Mendoza's, "Juan I think," walked up behind Jill and hooked his arm into hers. MY beautiful wife smiled at him and he bent down and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She didn't return it, but I thought that she leaned her body into his as they walked the rest of the way down the path.

I stepped back into the deeper shadows. Steve, Meredith, Jill and Juan headed to the bar area. They were soon sipping some tropical concoction with little umbrellas. The foursome made their way over to the food table. "Good," I thought, "get something in your stomach Jill. Other than booze."

Sally came out of nowhere and ran up to Jill hugging her, pulling her arm away from Juan. "Way to go Sally," I thought to myself.

As Juan, Jill and Sally talked, Steve and Meredith began making a slow circuit of the party area. Steve was greeting old friends and classmates, introducing his wife to those that didn't know her. Meredith was not a lawyer. She was a school teacher, and that thought made me laugh. "Another teacher that old Frank had spied on with his binoculars," I thought.

I stayed well back in the shadows of the dense foliage, out of the weak light thrown by the tiki lamps. I was close enough to Steve and Meredith when they passed that I could hear snippets of their conversation, which was mostly about how much weight this classmate had gained or how so-and-so was losing his hair. But I heard Jill's named mentioned and my ears perked up. 

"I wish Jake was here," observed Steve.

"I know you miss him honey, but we will see him sometime over the summer," Meredith responded.

"No, I mean because of Juan. He is making a run at Jill."

"Oh come on, Jill loves Jake...." (That made me smile) "...she hasn't done anything she shouldn't."

Steve pondered that, "Well he is spending a lot of time with her, and today on the boat... You know."

Meredith punched her husband's arm, "Hey, I was topless too.... everyone was topless."

"I know," responded Steve, "and if Juan was showing you the attention he was showing Jill I would be anxious too."

Meredith laughed, "Were you jealous of the Mendoza's seeing me topless? You know I am a one-man woman. Anyway I don't look like Jill.... God, I hope I look as good as her after having a baby. I'll bet most of the men here would try to bed Jill if they could."

"Most of them already have tried... and failed," Steve replied. "During law school everybody was after her."

"Oh, everybody," Meredith teased, "how about you!"

Steve laughed, "I only have eyes for you baby." They laughed, kissed briefly and moved towards the food table.

I listened to a lot of conversations over the next hour. Unseen, lurking in the shadows. Why didn't I go to my wife's side. God knows I wanted to. I ached for her...But I didn't. For some reason I couldn't make myself make myself move into the light. I was caught up in a voyeuristic moment. I had never felt like this before. I mean I always tended to be observant. Watching others, analyzing their actions and motives, and that had been useful as a lawyer. But why was I doing this now, with my own wife for Gods sake. She had always been my refuge from the day-to-day requirements of my profession, as I had been for her. A person I could always be open with, and since she was a lawyer as well, somebody I could talk things over with. Now I was observing her like I did one of my clients, or a witness. Well not exactly the same way. I was so filled with love and feeling for her. But the love, the longing wasn't able to break me from my secret watching. Of all my personality traits, Jill had often said that my cool, objectivity was the one she had the most trouble with understanding. She was so passionate about everything. 

I analyzed everything. That cool objectivity was great in the courtroom, but not always good in a marriage. Jill had been the one person who I was NOT analytical with.... until tonight. Why? Maybe after what I had seen on the yacht I didn't trust her. 

Watching didn't give me any kind of sexual kick, but instead it seemed to give me some kind of mental or psychological one. I felt like a psychologist observing lab rats.

I actually enjoyed watching and listening to my old friends and classmates. Like most people do with friends, I had classified them into different categories. Tonight I was able to see if they fit the pigeon holes that I had placed them into. I was not surprised that most of them acted in the way that I thought they would. The shy ones, the boisterous ones, the flirty ones and like many lawyers, the aloof ones. 

I listened to small pieces of conversation and observed their interactions. But no matter who I was listening to, or watching, I kept Jill in the corner of my eye. 

The fates conspired against me, because of my careful movements in the dark, and the random way people flow at a party, Jill never ended up close enough to me to hear any of her conversation. She did make several trips to the bar, and Juan seemed to make sure her glass was kept full. Clearly she was enjoying herself. Talking with everyone at the party, but never completely away from Juan. I couldn't tell if she stayed near him, or he stayed near her. The movement was too subtle, and it bothered me..... bothered me enough that their seeming closeness kept me from going to her. Bothered me enough to keep me out of the light and in the dark.... 

It got even more interesting when the music got louder and the dancing began. First some oldies music, hits from when we were in Law school. Then the South Florida Hispanic culture came into play and the sensuous salsa music began. Most everyone was dancing. Jill danced with Juan to an oldies song. Then Steve danced with her while Juan danced with Meredith. Steve quickly reclaimed his bride from the handsome twin. Providing the opportunity for Juan to dance once again with Jill..... then the hot, driving salsa music started.

I didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the lush tropical location that inspired her, but I never knew that Jill could move like that!

It actually started with Steve and Meredith trying to dance the salsa, like they had seen in the movies. They had enough alcohol in them to not be embarrassed, but not enough to have any rhythm. Hector Mendoza, seeing an opportunity to take center stage, pulled his blonde statuesque wife into the opening and began to dance. Hector was good, and it was obvious that his wife knew what she was doing to. 

They ran their hands over each other as they moved like entwined snakes to the Latin beat. Their feet moved in coordinated steps, and everyone stopped to watch. Hector loved being the center of attention and pushed his dancing to the next level. They became frantic and erotic, his hands caress his beautiful wife's back, ass, hips, thighs and breasts. Meredith and Steve tried to keep up, but soon realized that they didn't have the skill and stepped to the side clapping for Juan and Barbi.

Into the open space Juan pulled Jill. She was tentative at first, trying to catch the beat. Juan, who was smoothly moving to the music actually stepped up behind her, placed his hands on her hips and began moving her to match his movement. Giving her a lesson in where to step and how to sway her body. Jill had enough to drink that she was very relaxed and allowed her dance partner to direct her movements. Giving herself over to his movement. Jill was always athletic and soon had the beat. Juan removed his hands, much to my relief, letting her feel and move herself to the driving bass beat. Unfortunately, my relief was short lived as Jill began to get into the erotic full salsa body dancing.



Law of the Heart Ch. 04



Why didn't I go cut in..... dance the sexy dance with my wife? Why did I stay in the shadows? 

I felt so alone, standing by myself. Watching....... waiting? What was I waiting for? 

This woman who I loved with every fiber of my being, completed me. Wasn't my place next to her? Next to her was the place that I wanted to be more than any other? Wasn't she the person who made my life worthwhile? Wasn't she the person who both literally and figuratively completed me? Yes... she was, and despite all the happiness that she gave me, somehow it was not enough. Hadn't she proven herself to me time and again? Maybe not, she had been half- naked with Juan… and love is such a fickle thing. 

It was if I was waiting for her to shout out to the assembled crowd, to my friends. 

"Jake is my true and only love... my completion, my soul-mate!" 

But could she really say that here? I would, but could she. More importantly, was I even in her consciousness at the moment. Or was this a moment just for herself...everything else forgotten. I never had a moment without thinking about both Jill and Jake Junior. Maybe I was waiting to see if she held me first in the same way. I was waiting for her to leave, be by herself... so she could think about me... instead of all these other people. 

That's what I would do, but would she? Maybe I was jealous that she could have a life, have experiences that didn't involve me. I wasn't overly possessive, and I was confident in our relationship. I KNEW she loved me.... But there was always that little hidden uncertainty. Just because while we touched each other 

Like no one else in the world, we were still separate people, weren't we?

"No," I didn't think of myself as a separate person. Since we were married, I thought of us as one. Two organisms, but one life force. Did Jill feel that way? Or did she see herself as a separate person, who happens to be in love with another person called Jake.

"That was it." I knew if something ever happened to Jill I would die, cease to exist. The living organism called Jake might survive, but who "I now was", would no longer exist. To me Jill and I were one unique being. I was both of us. That's why I worried about something happening to her. Not only would my wife and partner be lost to me, but also I would be lost to me, because she IS me.

But did she feel that way? I was no longer so sure. I was her husband, lover and friend. But if I were no longer here, would she die? Or would she put it behind her after the appropriate adjustment time. Eventually, moving on with her OWN life. 

I thought, "I was one with her. Without her I would be no more. But was it the same for her?" 

From her point-of-view, she might see herself as "being simply attached to me. If that attachment broke, 

she would be able to continue as Jill. Perhaps sad, perhaps with an empty feeling of terrible loss, 

but she would be able to continue."

And so, as I watched my friends surround the spinning and gyrating couples, cheering and clapping, was any thought in her head focused on ME?"

I knew the answer, and that was why I watched from the dark. Hoping that she would seek me out. 

If not in the dark or even on the phone, than at least in her actions, in her thoughts. 

"Please...." I cried to myself. "Please Jill! Think of me.... be with me in your mind and soul......"

A raucous cheer went up from the closed circle of bodies that surrounded the dancers.... A bright yellow swatch of cloth floated above the heads of the onlookers, then settled gently onto the sand....

"Yellow," I thought, "Jill was wearing bright greens and oranges, not yellow."

Another roar from the crowd.... and another piece of fabric flew out of the circle. This one was blue...

I relaxed for a moment, "of course Hector's wife." The model had been wearing a yellow shirt and blue hot pants over her bathing suit.

"She must be dancing with Hector in her bikini," my logical mind decided.

I couldn't see... But I had to see, and for the first time I moved into the soft light.... walking tentatively up to 

the tight circle of bodies. As I walked I tried to project my thoughts to Jill, who was somewhere in that throng, 

"I'm here my love, I'm here. Please...Please.. think of me... Think of your one true love." 

I willed the message to her with my mind. 

No one turned as I stood at the back of the group. All of their attention was focused on two dancing couples. Someone had increased the volume of the music, the deep bass reverberating through the sand, causing a physical reaction as the sound waves hit tender exposed skin. Hector was pulling his shirt off his muscled body, he was dancing with his model wife. Yes, she was indeed now dancing in her bikini.

She was moving wildly, wantonly, running her hands up and down Hectors chiseled chest as his shirt dropped onto the sand.

Next to them Jill and Juan danced. His hands running up and down the sides of her body! She had one leg thrust forward, splitting the opening of her sarong. Her bare shapely leg exposed to the top of her thigh, her hands on Juan's shoulders as she matched his movement step for step. All four of the dancers were breathing hard and I could see a slight sheen of perspiration covering their bodies from the wild exertions. Jill had kicked off her sandals and I could see bright red toe nail polish flashing through the sand as her feet moved.

I looked at the faces in the crowd. May were slack jawed, watching in awe, and excitement. Some were clapping and swaying to the music, just enjoying the party. Others were encouraging the four dancers to even wilder moves and behavior.

Steve and Meredith were part of the second group, holding hands and swaying to the music, watching with interest, but not gawking.

Sally and several of the single men were the most raucous... I guess being married did change your ttitude. Sally was shouting something like, "Go, Go Go," in a drunken voice. The single men were also adding their own words of encouragement to the dancers. 

"Don't listen to them Jill," my mind cried out. "These were my friends?" I asked myself. Would they be acting this way if they knew I was standing here at the back of the crowd?

Juan's hands continued to move up and down Jill's sides. Stopping at her waist his fingers untied the knot that held the sarong at Jill's swinging hips. Once untied, he used the large cloth like a sling. Pulling Jill forward, then letting her lean against it and slip away. He jerked the fabric in time to the music. Pulling her closer, then letting her retreat, her bathing suit covered buttocks cradled in the hammock made from her sarong. It was erotic as hell, even I could tell that, as my mind shattered at the sight. Finally, Jill put her arms out against Juan's chest, holding herself away... in response Juan pulled her hips in closer. They laughed and enjoyed the parody of a woman playing hard to get on one hand while their groins finally pressed together on the other! 

And her suit! I had never seen it before. It wasn't a string bikini like Hector's wife wore, but it was more revealing than any I had ever seen Jill wear. French cut. Her long shapely legs seemed to go forever before reaching the high cut bikini bottoms. The front was narrow, the back exposing the lower part of her buttocks. She looked good, very good, and I assumed that she must have taken the time to get a bikini wax.

Her exposed flesh was translucent and pink. 

Juan held the sarong with one hand while literally ripping his shirt off his body with the other. Then he again used both strong hands on the colorful cloth to pull Jill forward, against him! 

This time her hands pressed against his bare muscled chest as the dance continued. Jill's eyes were wild.

Her mouth was open, laughing and sucking in gulps of air to feed her gyrating body! Juan grinned smugly as he continued to grind his pelvis against Jill's. I knew that he was pushing his erection against her soft midriff. 

I heard a cheer from the other side of the open dance area. Forcing my eyes away from my wife I saw Hector holding his wife's bikini top over his head as the two continued their sexy dance. Hector wanted to reclaim the center of attention so he had upped the ante! His wife was beautiful. Large firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity and were perfect in their symmetry. 

Shouted comments from the crowd included: "Wow." "Look at that." "Look at her tits giggle." 

Hectare's wife danced with a practiced eroticism. A pro... not the amateur that Jill was. 

In many ways, Jill's dance was sexier because it was both unpolished and unplanned. In a phrase, Jill seemed innocently erotic as compared to Hector's wife, who knew exactly how to move. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time that she had danced topless. The blonde Barbie was beautiful and sexy and I felt my cock stir! But the Barbie doll wasn't Jill, and she never would be.

The nudity had an interesting effect on my classmates. Part of the crowd became even more raucous. Cheering for hotter dancing and more nudity. These cheers came from the single crowd and a few couples. But many of the more reserved couples felt that the fun had gone a bit to far and began moving away from the dance area, either back to the bar, or over to look at the moon reflecting on the water. 

A few couples even started heading up the path towards the resort cottages where they were staying 

having had enough of the party scene. I glanced down at my watch and realized it was almost 11pm. 

I had been watching for almost three hours. Since there were not as many bodies surrounding the 

dancing couples and people were now moving about. I retreated back into the darkness of the foliage, 

out of the light. Nobody had noticed me and I could still see Jill and Juan, through the smaller cheering crowd. 

They didn't seem to notice that their audience had shrunk.... they were completely into each others movements. The remaining hooting crowd was still very vocal, with Sally being among the loudest. Jill's former roommate was obviously very drunk. Up until now, except for the wild dancing and topless boating, Jill hadn't done anything overtly "over the line." Jill looked over at Hector and his nearly naked wife. I could tell she was embolded by the cheering crowd. She paused for a moment, licked her lips and then in response to her "fans" grabbed the hem of her belly shirt. 

I heard Sally yell, "Go Girl."

A chorus of "Go, Go, Go," rang out. Jill smiled almost sweetly at Juan and then with one fluid motion 

pulled her shirt up an over her head. Swinging the shirt clear of her hair she tossed it to the ground.

I said a little prayer of thanks that Jill was wearing her bathing suit. But the cheers encouraged her back into Juan's arms. I saw that her bikini top was also more revealing than she usually wore, and while her breasts were fully covered, the top pushed her flesh up and out like an offering. A crescent of jiggling breast overflowing the bra cups creating a sexy cleavage.

My heart sank as the erotic dance continued. Becoming more and more frantic, the two couples swirled 

and moved. It appeared that each couple was trying to "out perform" the other. As the music reached a crescendo Jill made a particularly rapid and spontaneous movement, her left hand on Juan's sweating chest and her other arm waving violently above her head, her right breast popped from the tight restraint 

of her bikini bra. The crowd gave a cheer and Jill continued dancing. Her round white tit swaying loose 

pushed up even higher and more prominent because of the fabric bunched underneath. Her dark red nipple 

standing out in stark contrast to the milky smoothness of her breast. After a few moments she realized 

what had happened. Either the crowd noise or the coolness of the air on her exposed skin finally alerted her to

the fact that she was exposed. She gave a mild shreek, but continued to smile as she tucked herself back into her

bikini top. The crowd "booed" in fun, as her nakedness was finally covered. She stopped dancing, and smiling at the

jeering group, gave a silly curtsey, as if to say, "that all." Then taking Juan's hand she walked away leaving 

Hector and Barbie to finish the dance. The crowd remained around the dancing couple as Jill and Juan walked to the bar and got a drink to help cool off.

When the song ended Hector and his topless wife bowed to the applause of those remaining, then walked arm-in-arm to a secluded area that held a large hot-tub. Hector pulled off his shorts revealing black nylon speedo swim trunks and settled into the swirling waters with his wife. This seemed to signal the end of the party. A few of the remaining crowd, including Sally went back to the bar, and the rest began to disappear towards the cottage like rooms of the resort.

Surprisingly Sally and a single male member of my class, headed to the hot-tub with drinks in hand. Along the way Juan and Jill had joined them. Soon all six had stripped down to their bathing suits and were neck deep in the hot tub, talking quietly among themselves.

After a few minutes in the tub, Hector sat up on the edge of the tub with his wife leaning back between his legs. He began to massage her neck and shoulders. In her loud and drunken voice Sally said something about wanting a back-rub too. Obligingly, the skinny man who had walked with her sat up and copied Hector. I could hear Jill say something with a laugh and immediately Juan took the same position behind her.

It was obvious to me that they were all feeling no pain. This was compounded when Hector reached over and took something from his pocket. Soon he had lit a long and very fat home rolled cigarette. In only moments the pungent odor of pot waifed to me on the light tropical breeze. The marijuana made it rounds of the group, accompanied by both sighs and giggles of the group. I didn't know if Jill would smoke it or not. She never cared much for it when we had experimented in college. But as luck would have it Sally took a big hit and handed the joint to Jill 

encouraging her. Sally wasn't my favorite person at the moment. I wondered if Jill's friend really understood what could happen? It was not like Sally attracted the kind of attention Jill did, and of course Sally was not married and therefore she was free to do whatever she wished. 

But were my actions of not coming forward fair. "Yes" I thought, Jill would know when to stop. I prayed she would. But I was so confused, she had already gone further then I felt I could stand. Further than I would have believed my wife and the mother of Jake Junior would ever go. But as far a she knew she was "alone with friends and her husband was still in Boston. Did she consider herself free, like Sally?"

It became evident that Hector was not limiting himself to rubbing his wife's shoulders and neck... his hands explored below the water and everyone could tell he was cupping his wife's magnificent breasts. "Hmmm, that feels good the blonde mewed as she passed the joint to the man sitting behind Sally. Barbie sat up a little straighter allowing her torpedo like breasts to come into view. They looked like the bow of twin submarines breaking the surface of the water. Hector simply continued his ministrations of the large tits. His strong brown hands cupping, massaging the breasts, while thumbing the hard pink nipples. Not to be left out soon all three men were running their hands down the front of each of the women. They stayed below the water, but what was being caressed was not in doubt. 

"Woooweee", Sally exclaimed, as she looked at Juan rubbing Jill's chest under the water... Jill ignored her and because of the combination of alcohol and pot, seemed to sink lower in the water. But she didn't stop Juan from fondling her through her suit. The hot water seemed to completely relax everyone, and for a few minutes nothing but the gurgling water could be heard.

Finally Jill said, "I am crashing, I have to get out of this hot water."

"Yeah Jill," I thought, "get out, get back to your room. Get away from them. Think of me."

Jill stood unsteadily, resting her hand on Juan's shoulder for support. Once she was up, Juan stood and helped her out of the tub. He quickly bent over to his brother and whispered something in his ear. Hector nodded and kissed his wife's head. Turning back to Jill, Juan picked up both his and her clothes, then placing his arm around her waist to keep her steady he walked with her leaning against him across the now deserted open area towards the resort's cottage rooms.

Half way to the rooms they stopped. Juan fished in a small pocket in Jill's shirt and pulled out the lectronic key card. Then he whispered in her ear. I could see her lift her head from his chest, raise her arm and point to one of the rooms.

It had a door that opened on the beach area as well as into the hallway on the other side. Reaching what I knew had to be what should have been Jill's and my room, Juan deftly slipped the key card into the French door's lock.

"OK Jill, please say goodnight," I begged. "Say goodnight to him and .... and......"

A soft light switched on in her room, and I could see both bodies standing there in the doorway, profiled in the light. He bent down and kissed my wife....she took one of his hands and pulled him into the room, while his other gently pushed the door shut behind them. 

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Now for the Alternative endings!



Law of the Heart Ch. 05



I sat in the sand looking at the black water of the ocean. The Atlantic wasn't as black as my heart had become.

After Hector had entered my wife's room, changing places with his twin brother Juan, I had stumbled down the beach. The visions of my wife naked with her legs splayed open to accept the fresh hard cock for another marathon fuck fest crowed everything else from my mind. Unaware of where I was I stumbled about. I was rudderless for hours. Finally, I contemplated walking into the black ocean and swimming out into the nothingness. Only the thought of Little Jake kept me from doing that. 

It happened slowly, but hours later through my puffy red eyes I noticed that the water was no longer black, but a dark blue. It continued to lighten and as the sun finally broke the surface of the water, a new day began. A new bright day. Now I needed to decide.... 

As the dark was pushed away by the dawn, the lawyer in me methodically listed my options. I had quite a few actually. Not being overly concerned with material things is a good thing. In situations like this not being worried about money and possessions is freeing. The only thing that was not negotiable was my son. He was my son and I wouldn't give him up. 

Having come to that realization I immediately had to ask myself, "Is Jake Junior my son?"

"Oh God, could Jill have had other affairs?"

"No! I was sure Jake Junior was mine." He looked too much like me and my Dad. He had to be mine, and if there was any doubt I could get a DNA test done. But for now I would operate with the certainty that my son was indeed my own flesh and blood.

Those thoughts made me realize something else. My wife's betrayal had huge implications beyond just me. Her betrayal brought into question everything in my life since we had met. Was anything what it seemed? My faith in Jill, had been destroyed and she was the person I trusted the most. If I couldn't trust her was there really anyone I could trust? That's why I had to have Jake Junior with me. If not for my son, then I would be truly alone in the world. I realized that if Jill could betray me I really had nobody. That is the real damage caused by an un-faithful spouse. 

I realized that I had walked miles down the beach. I headed back towards the Marina to reclaim my belongings. Maybe I could get a cup of coffee. Then I would get a cab back to the airport. I would avoid the Resort and nobody would know I had even been here. After all, while Jill had been unfaithful I could have ended it at anytime just by revealing myself. Simply by walking up to her, or even to any of my friends. Why hadn't I? Was I at least partially to blame for what had happened?

I was able to catch a cab at the marina and was soon back at home. I told mys, that I hadn't made it out of the airport. I told them that I had gotten sick. I certainly looked like death warmed over when I picked up Jake. Sitting at home later in the day the phone rang. It was Jill. 

"How did the trial go? Are you going to make it down for the last day of the reunion?" 

"I am sick Jill.... I'm sorry...." Hearing her voice I was filled with emotion. My stomach also began doing flip flops and I could barely keep the sandwich I had eaten with my son down.

"Oh poor baby... Well you rest up and when I get home tomorrow I'll tell you all about how everyone is doing. Everybody says hello. Jim and Meredith are really missing you!"

"Yeah..... are you missing me Jill?" I managed to stutter to my wife.

"Of course silly. It is so nice on the beach. I wish you were here."

"Is it romantic?" I couldn't keep myself from saying it. Dam, why couldn't I hold my tongue.

"Umm.." now Jill stuttered.... "Its beautiful. We will have to come down for a holiday when we both can get off."

"Yeah, that would be great." I winced at her unintended double entendre, Jill was the one "getting off." I was not "getting off" at all!

We talked about everyday things for a few minutes, then I let Jake say "bye" to his Mommy. That way I was able to avoid the inevitable "I love you." I didn't think I could stand hearing it or saying it right now.

After the phone was hung up by Jake Jr, I replayed the phone call over in my mind. It had been very quiet on Jill's end of the phone. No beach noise. She must have been in her room. 

I couldn't help but wonder. "Is Juan or Hector in the room with her? Maybe both of them were there?" 

I had heard all the stories about the wives who talked on the phone to their unsuspecting husbands while their lovers fingered their married cunts or even fucked them. 

I couldn't help but think, "Was that happening while I was talking to Jill?" 

"Was Juan and Hector each sucking on one of Jill's luscious tits while she called her clueless husband back at home?" 

"Were Jill's hands stroking two hard Cuban cocks as she told me to watch how many cookies Junior ate?" 

I couldn't tell. She didn't sound unusual. That was good wasn't it? But she didn't sound at all guilty either. Shouldn't she sound at least a little bit contrite? She sounded like everyday Jill. It was obvious that she could easily lie to me and I couldn't tell. I didn't know my soul mate as well as I thought.

I played with Jake all day. That night I finally fell into a fitful sleep in the wee hours while looking at old photo albums of Jill and I in happier times. I did decide to do one thing. I took Jill's wedding and engagement rings off the leather shoe lace around my neck. I left my ring on the necklace, but I scotch taped Jill's rings onto the back page of our wedding album. 

"If she ever wants to look at pictures of us promising to love only each other, she could find them," I thought sardonically to myself. 

I was interested to see how she would explain her missing rings when she got home. 

I awoke with a start on Sunday morning. I kept myself busy, taking care of Jake Junior and doing chores around the house. I must say that when Jill pulled into the driveway (she had taken her own car to the airport) the house looked 'spic and span.' 

I was dreading this 'moment of truth.' Jill breezed in the front door looking happy and relaxed. Jake ran and grabbed her legs yelling "Mommy, Mommy." 

She patted his head and smiled at me, saying brightly, "Come give me a kiss hello!"

I bolted from the room and barely made it to the powder room at the end of the hall.

As I dry heaved into the toilet I kept thinking of Jill pulling Juan into her room. 

It was ten minutes later when I heard the doorbell ring. It was dinnertime and I had called to have pizza delivered. I didn't move. I could hear Jill talking. A few minutes later Jill knocked at the bathroom door. 

"Are you OK?"

"UnnnHuuuuh." She didn't open the door. 

"Thanks for ordering pizza. I guess you are still sick. I think you did too much today. The house looks great, but I wish you would have just rested and gotten over your sickness."

"UnnnHuuuunnnnhhh" was my reply. I thought, "I hope I can get over the sickness in our marriage." 

I heard her steps walking away down the hall. When it got quiet I crept out of the bathroom and tiptoed up the stairs to the guest room. I locked the door and laid on the bed trying to decide what to do.

Again, my training as a lawyer was the only place I could find answers. While I didn't practice family law I remembered one of my Law professors talking about divorce law. 

"Infidelity was a major reason for divorce," he had said, "and when it happens the spouse who was cheated on usually had a hard time. It is like a death and the wronged spouse has to move through the stages of death and dying ... if the marriage was to survive. The four stages are denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. They are part of the grieving process." 

I knew I had to travel all the stages if I wanted to stay married to Jill. Clearly I was somewhere between denial and anger. 

Later that night Jill once again knocked at a door I was hiding behind. I simply told her that I was very sick and wanted to be left alone. I don't know what she thought.. and I didn't care... I could tell that the ANGER stage was kicking in.

In the morning I was up early. I was out the door before Jill or the twins were awake. It was mid morning when my office phone rang. Caller ID told me that it was Jill.

I contemplated not answering. I was in court a lot and often wasn't at my desk. Voice mail could answer it. 

"What the hell," I thought. My anger overcame my caution.

"Hello," I growled into the phone.

"Oh Jake... is that you? You sound..."

"What do you want Jill?" I barked, interrupting her.

"Well not to be yelled at. I wanted to see how you are feeling. I haven't seen you since I left for Miami last Thursday."

"I am surprised you want to see me at all Jill."

"What the hell does that mean...."

"Now is not the time, Jill. I am not ready to talk about your trip to Miami and who YOU SAW and who SAW YOU at the reunion." My voice was a guttural growl.

"Just one minute buster. You can't talk..." then she fell silent.

I was breathing hard and I know Jill could feel how mad I was through the phone. Long seconds passed. Nothing but my labored breathing could be heard on the phone line.

Finally, in a soft voice, almost a whimper Jill asked, "Jake, did someone call you from Miami?"

"I have to go!" I roared into the phone. I slammed it down. 

A few minutes later it rang again. Caller ID showed my home number. I let it ring.

"Now she could feel a little of what I was feeling." The anger welled inside me. 



Law of the Heart Ch. 06



Chapter 6 (Ending 1)

Jake stopped at a bar on the way home and had a couple of drinks. His anger was barely contained. 

"I know I could have stopped it he said to himself, but I shouldn't have had to. She should have never done those things. I can't be with her 24/7. Husbands and wives have to know that their partner will do the right thing. It's not my fault she cheated." 

Stopping at a bar was something that he never did. He might be late getting home, but it was always because of work. Tonight he was making Jill wait... and he hoped suffer just a bit.

Jill could smell the bourbon on him when he came into the house. 

Because of the time he knew that Jill and Jake Junior had already eaten dinner. So he stumbled into the living room and flopped into an overstuffed chair. 

Jill looked at him with a hard glance then ushered their son towards his bedroom. "Come'on honey. Time for bed."

"I see... Daddy..."

"No, its bed time! You can see Daddy tomorrow," Jill answered as they entered the child's bedroom.

"Dam," I thought to myself, "Now this whole thing with Jill was affecting my relationship with my son!"

My emotions continued to churn just under my controlled exterior. It was about 10 minutes later when Jill tiptoed quietly down the hall, back to the living room.

"He's asleep," she said softly. Then she added, "You missed dinner." 

I didn't respond.

"Jake, tell me why are you acting so horrible?"

She's decided that a good defense was a strong offense, I thought to myself. Something lawyers are taught early in their training.

I wasn't falling for it. So I didn't answer, but went on the offense with a question of my own. "Where are your rings Jill?"

She looked down at her hands. When she did her hair bounced. She had it pulled back into a pony tail. Just like that day on the Mendoza's boat. I had a vision of her standing topless. Tits bouncing as the boat skimmed across the waves. The Mendoza twins watching her red tipped orbs as they danced enticingly. 

I looked away, trying to calm myself.

"I left them in Miami, by mistake. I took them off to go swimming so I wouldn't loose them. My friend Susan has them and will be sending back." 

Her voice got a little firmer. "I am sorry, but that's no reason to be such an ass, Jake."

She thought I was just mad about the rings. 

She again went on the offense. "I see you don't have your ring on!"

I unbuttoned my collar and pulled the leather lace out with my ring attached. I let it swing slowly. Her eyes followed the gold back and forth. 

"I'll tell you what Jill, when you have your rings on your finger, I'll put mine back on. Is that fair?"

She didn't answer. Her embarrassed face looked down at the floor.

"How is good old Susan, by the way? Is she still a big trouble maker?" Attacking her friend got Jill's attention.

"I thought you liked Susan," Jill flashed.

"No, I only put up with her because you like her Jill. I think when you get around her you loose your common sense. She's a trouble maker."

"Well she's my friend, and I like...."

I interrupted, "Yeah, you like her and let her lead you into all sorts of bad situations. So what kind of trouble did she get you into in Miami... Other than forgetting you were married."

"WHAT...." Jill almost screamed. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean forgetting your wedding ring." I answered with an insincere smile. "That's all I mean Jill. Is there something else?"

I knew by the way she looked at me she was torn. I think a part of her wanted to confess, but she couldn't do it. 

She ignored my last statement and answered, "Well Susan is MY friend. I don't complain about Bill and Meredith do I?"

"No Jill you don't. I guess you are just a Saint. You would never to anything to hurt someone else would you?"

After a long uncomfortable silence, Jill finally said, "This is getting us no where Jake. I think you are still sick. Why don't you go to bed?"

I left her and went back to the guest room. Later that night when I walked to the kitchen to get as drink of water I could hear Jill on the phone in the Master bedroom. 

I heard her raise her voice, "Susan, YOU HAVE to find my rings." 

Pause "I don't know."

Pause "Ask Juan."

Pause "On the boat I think."

Pause "Please... I can tell he thinks something happened. If I get my rings back he will let it go. Then everything will be OK."

Pause "Stop it."

Pause "I can't think about it." 

Pause "No! I already told you all the details.

Pause Yes, amazing. But......" Then her voice got softer and I couldn't distinguish the words. 

For the first time in days I smiled to myself. "Susan was going to have a hard time finding those rings." I thought to myself as I sipped my glass of water.

Then I pondered her other words "....amazing...," That's what she had said. My smile quickly turned back into a frown.

Now the rage was draining from my body. She had said it was "amazing." How could I compete with "amazing?" 

God, I was going to lose her. I finally realized what that meant. I would be alone. I would lose the two people who meant the most to me. Did I want that?

I loved her and Little Jake so much. I couldn't lose them. The rage was slipping away.

I had to keep them. 

What needed to happen for my family to stay together and be happy? Anger gave way to a mental negotiation. I began to review and consider everything that had happened. I weighed each event. My part and Jill's part were considered. I had entered the bargaining stage that my old law professor had told my class about. 

In a sense I had already made a bargain with Jill, when I told her I would put my ring on when she did the same with hers. And like any good lawyer, I had a secret. I knew where all the evidence was. Or at least I thought I did.

"The rings will be our first and most important bargain. I will have to give her a few days to get desperate, and realize it." Then I would be negotiating from a position of strength. Just like a lawyer should.

The next morning I tried to be my usual bright and sunny self. I fixed Jake his cereal while Jill started the coffee and poured the OJ.

"Looks like your feeling better." Jill observed. But there were stress lines around her eyes.

I smiled. "Yes, I feel better. A good rest and thinking through problems does wonders."

Jill gave me a wane smile. "I'll call Susan today and get my rings."

"I am sure Susan will be a big help. Let me know when you get them and then I'll put mine back on." 

We sat quietly for awhile watching Jake Junior fly his spoon full of cereal into his mouth.

"So who else did you see at the reunion Jill? I know Bill and Meredith. Anybody else? How about Juan and Hector? I am sure they were there. They still live in Miami, right?" Jill didn't say anything.

I continued, "Come on Jill, please tell me. Otherwise I'll have to call Bill and Meredith to get all the dirt on our classmates. I would much rather YOU tell me everything. After all you are my wife." I was bargaining with her now.

"Please tell me Jill." I looked in her eyes. "If you tell me I am sure I would be much more understanding of everything that everybody did. I would rather hear it from you than second hand from somebody else. But you know that I'll find out all about the reunion sooner or later. So you tell me. Please."

There it was! I couldn't be much plainer than that. I was negotiating with her for her to confess. It would be better for us both. At least I hoped it would.

I decided I needed to give her some time. Getting up from the breakfast table I said, "I have to run. I have an early client meeting."

I didn't kiss her goodbye, but at the door I added, "Tonight will be a good time for you to tell me all about it." Jill didn't look at me as I walked out the door.

I moved like a zombie through the day. My mind kept thinking of alternatives. Of deals I could make with Jill so our marriage could survive her infidelity. I had negotiated with myself to call it "her infidelity" rather than to tell myself that she had "cheated", or "fucked around on me." The term "infidelity" sounded... somehow, more acceptable.

That evening we had a quiet dinner. I made it home on time and was the one to put Jake Junior to bed. Later, in the living room, with only one small light casting deep shadows across the living room, Jill and I finally faced each other.

I used my best lawyer skills to talk, cross examine and question my wife. I didn't directly attack her or even tell her what I knew, I just kept negotiating. Jill never picked up on what I was doing. Words like: "We can be as happy as ever"; or "We each can confess our needs to each other"; and "Can we agree that our family is more important than anything else?" None of the bargaining tactics worked. At the end of the evening, Jill was in tears claiming not to understand what was going on with me and I had moved through the bargaining stage in that of 'Depression.' The next to last stage my Law professor had told us about. By the end of the evening I had failed. It was like the "Pre-trial mediation had failed and now we had no choice but to go to trial." 

I told Jill that I needed to get away for awhile. She continued to play dumb and said she didn't understand what was going on. I quickly packed a few things in a suitcase and left the house. As I left I gave bargaining one last shot. "Jill, please let me know when you are wearing your rings. Maybe then....." I let the sentence hang as I quietly slipped out my front door.

Surprisingly I was able to get a room at the YMCA. I didn't even know that they still rented rooms. But the old downtown 'Y' did. So over the next week I passed my evenings watching others play pool and ping-pong. I didn't talk much and ate even less. I felt like lead weights were attached to my arms and legs. I realized that I was depressed. I was probably clinically depressed, and I didn't know what to do. I just waited in my office everyday for Jill to call and tell me she had found her rings. I knew that would lead to the heart to heart we needed to either continue or end our marriage. 

At the end of the week my office phone rang. It was Bill my friend from college.

"Sorry you missed the reunion buddy. How are they hanging?" His upbeat joking always made me feel better. But today his jokes fell on deaf ears.

"Not so good Bill. How are you and Meredith?"

"We are great. Had a great time in Miami. In fact, we hope that that little get away to the romantic resort will have finally done the trick."

"Trick?"

"Yeah. You know..... getting Meredith, with child... PG..... Knocked up!"

"Oh yeah... I forgot you guys are trying aren't you?"

"Hell yeah. Trying to have that perfect family just like my buds, Jake and Jill."

"Not such a perfect family Bill."

"What... what's up?"

"Its that romantic weekend you were just talking about."

"Oh shit... Jake.... You don't mean what I think you mean do you. Jill wouldn't ever....."

Where my friend was headed was clear. I interrupted him, "Bill, why would you jump to that conclusion about Jill. What do you know?"

"Nothing, really."

"Nothing really? What the hell does that mean?"

"It's just that Juan Mendoza was paying a lot of attention to Jill during the reunion," Bill finally admitted.

I was silent. Bill understood I was waiting for more information from him. "And good buddy, we did get a little crazy on Juan's and Hector's boat."

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

Bill told me the story of the topless boat ride. Even saying that his own wife Meredith had participated. He also said that Susan had been an instigator along with Juan of the sexy activities. I had suspected that Susan had been at least a little responsible for this mess.

"I am sorry pal," Bill finally said. 

"So am I Bill, so am I."

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I don't know, maybe like a good lawyer I'll let the courts decide."

"Dam, you and Jill are made for each other. And then there is little Jake. Please take it slow. Do you want me to have Meredith to call Jill?"

"No her friends and my friends are a bone of contention between us right now. It wouldn't help. But thanks for asking."

I ended the call by wishing Bill luck in his quest to have a baby. That made me think of my baby and depended my depression. 

When I hung up from my call I realized that I had a voice mail message.

The message had come in while I had been talking to Bill. It was from my wife. 

"Jake, I am worried sick. Are you ever coming home? What is the matter? Please tell me what to do. We need to talk and work this out. Little Jake is wondering where you are? Call me."

I waited until the next day to call her back. My depression was deepening and I just didn't see anyway out of this mess.

"Oh thank God Jake." Jill cried when she realized it was me.

I mumbled something but didn't have anything to say except to ask how my son was doing and if Jill had her rings back on yet?

"Jake is fine. He is wondering where you are?" 

I was silent.

"And why are you obsessed about my rings. I told you I have asked Susan to find out about them. I think they may have been stolen from the resort. If Susan can't find them then we will have to make an insurance claim." 

I remained silent

"I told you I just took them off to go swimming. And you are making it seem like ... Well like I did it intentionally to not be married or something. On top of that Bill called me last night. He asked me if I was leaving you for another man?"

"Well are you?" I finally said in a dull monotone voice.

"Oh my God Jake, how could you even think something like that. Why does Bill think that? What kinds of things have you been saying and doing, Jake? I haven't done anything wrong."

Deny. Deny. Deny. It is the first rule of a good defense lawyer. Jill knew exactly what she was doing.

I answered her. "What have I been doing? I have been thinking about all the happy times we had Jill. But now I must tell you I have also been wondering if all those 'so called' happy times were real. I have been looking back and picturing us at those happier times. Do you ever think about us, our history and the happy events in our lives?"

I couldn't be much blunter than that. Did she care? Would she bother to review our life?

"Of course I do," Jill responded. "I think about our family all the time Jake. I love you Jake. Please......" Jill began to cry on the phone.

It was clear no admission was going to come from here lips. The depression once again enveloped me. 

"I have to go." My voice again sounded flat dull and depressed as I hung up the phone. 

She had said she loved me. Maybe I could accept that as enough. Maybe that was enough to forgive her. Could I accept her knowing that she had fucked the Mendoza twins. Could I move from depression to the final stage. Acceptance.

I didn't go home over the weekend. I slept at the YMCA and spent the rest of my time in my office. I didn't have anyplace else that I wanted to go. Plus the deserted building kept me from having to interact with anyone else. Ion my own way I was beginning to accept the situation. 

Late Sunday afternoon my office phone rang. I was using the day to catch up on old case files. A task that I had been putting off for months. Without thinking I answered the phone.

"Your there!" was Jill's brief reply to my "Hello"

"Yes, I am here," I sighed. Not depressed, not happy, but for the first time calm.

"Ahhh, Ummmmm," she stumbled. Finally she got out, "Jake I'll meet you in the lobby of your building in ten minutes OK?" 

"Why?"

"Please. Meet me there. Just... please be there."

"OK."

Click, the phone went dead.

I stopped by the bathroom to make sure my hair was combed and I didn't look to bad. Staying at the 'Y' and working in an empty office meant that I hadn't worried about grooming very much over the weekend.

I was sitting in the marble lobby of the County Office building. Only the security guard and I were there on Sunday evening. We both turned our heads with a start when we heard the door open and the sound of heels on marble. I saw Jill walking towards me.

I turned to the guard, "Joe, I will be escorting this visitor while she's in the building, OK?"

He replied, "No problem. Is she a Public Defender like you? She kind'a looks like a lawyer." 

"Yeah, she's a lawyer. But she in it for herself not the public." 

I met Jill halfway across the lobby and steered her towards the elevator.

She looked tired and frightened. She was wearing Jean's and had on her heavy winter coat. Her hands were jammed in the deep coat pockets. 

We were silent as the slow elevator creaked slowly to my floor. Once in my office Jill finally unbuttoned her coat and flopped with a sigh into the one worn chair that faced my battered, institutional green metal office desk.

I looked at her expectantly.

"I have a problem Jake."

"I know. I do too." "I charged $7,000 last week to our credit cards."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"You were so hung up about me not wearing my rings. I ordered duplicates from a jeweler. Exact copies that I could fool you with."

"You mean lie to me with, don't you Jill?"

"I don't know. I just was trying to salvage us!"

She held up her left hand. Her rings were on her finger. 

"Today I was so sad about you leaving that I finally thought about the things you said. I went through our wedding album Jake. So I could remember happier times."

I sat there a weight seemed to be lifting off of me. I wasn't happy, but at least I wasn't alone in this anymore.

"Jake." She paused for a moment, "The rings I ordered will be delivered next week."

I sat heavily in my desk chair. I turned and looked out my dingy office window at the darkness settling over Boston. 

"You have known all along haven't you?. How did my rings get back here Jake?"

Calmly I answered. "I am the injured party here Jill. I will do the questioning. You can ask me questions on cross examination."

"Jake you can't treat this like a trial, or me like a defendant...."

I interrupted her. "Objection Jill! I have to behave like a lawyer." 

"Why?"

"Well, if I behave like a husband and father I will do something drastic, and Little Jake would not have the advantage of his two parents. That is assuming I am his parent."

Jill's shoulders sagged at my comment. After a long moment she steeled herself. Looking up she asked firmly, "What does that mean?"

"Just let me say that there are lots of kinds of deaths. You are an accused murderer right now Jill. A stone cold killer."

"Oh God," she buried her face in her hands and began to sob. 

"Go on Jill, make your statement. Give your deposition. But remember you are under a marriage oath. You MUST be truthful. Tell me everything and omit nothing. If you don't, if you lie, then there will be a death of some kind. You might say an execution of relationships... husband/wife, son/father, friends/lovers, maybe even mother/son."

The sky grew darker and more foreboding as Jill began to whisper her testimony.



Law of the Heart Ch. 07-08



Chapter 7 (Ending 1)

"Go on Jill, make your statement. Give your deposition. But remember you are under a marriage oath. You MUST be truthful. Tell me everything and omit nothing. If you don't, if you lie, then there will be a death of some kind. You might say an execution of relationships... husband/wife, son/father, friends/lovers, maybe even mother/son."

The sky grew darker and more foreboding as Jill began to whisper her testimony.

"The reunion weekend... It was so nice to get away... Do you know that it was the first time in 6 months I was off by myself for longer than a trip to the store. I was by myself, no husband, no Jake Junior, just me. All by myself, in Miami. The resort was so beautiful. The warm tropical breezes, rum drinks, hot salsa music. Beautiful people.... Jake it was just so sexy there," Jill sobbed.

I didn't respond to her, but thought to myself, "Does geography make a person unfaithful. If that's the case then Jill better never go to Hawaii or Las Vegas by herself!" I continued to stare at my wife, until she became uncomfortable and finally continued.

"Jake, everyone was there and we were having such a good time. It was like I was back in school. Before us, before Jake Junior. It was like I was my own person again. Not responsible for anything, anyone but myself."

"I have always let you be your own person Jill. I have always given you space if you told me you needed it," I responded. My voice was dull and unemotional.

"I know Jake. It's not anything you have done. It's just life..."

I couldn't help but interrupt. "You wanted to get married Jill. I thought as much as I did. And I know you wanted to have a baby...."

This time Jill stopped me. "Yes, I did. I wanted marriage and a baby. I love you Jake... Oh God this is so hard!"

"Do you want me to help Jill. I'll ask some questions if it will help you get it out. But before I do I want to hear that one thing from your loving lips." I stressed the word 'loving' and saw Jill flinch. "Just say it, Jill."

I saw the tears well up in her eyes again. Nothing was said for several minutes. The only sound was Jill's quiet sobs. Finally she whispered, "I was unfaithful Jake."

"What, I didn't hear you!"

"I was unfaithful."

"You fucked someone else Jill?" I said rhetorically. "You cheated on me?"

"Yes, Dam it... YES! Please stop torturing me with it. I know that you know! I know.... And it is killing me."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "If it is killing you Jill ... just imagine what it is doing to me!"

She couldn't respond and just hung her head. 

After another few minutes of silence I finally said, "Knowing the type of infidelity will make understanding it easier. Tell me Jill is this a one-night stand or a long term affair? Were you drugged? Did you cheat due to a mid-life or life crisis? Did you cheat because I can't satisfy you. Maybe you have a sexual addiction and can't help yourself." 

I let those reasons sink in for a moment, then continued, "Jill, did I do something wrong? Maybe you did this as an act of retaliation? Did you do it to get even for something I did? Or are you looking for a way out. Did you cheat as a way to force the end our marriage?" 

I had just listed all the reasons that I could think of for a person to cheat on their spouse. I really wanted to know why Jill had done it. Knowing 'WHY' would help me determine if our marriage could survive. 

"Oh Jake no...let me think. I am so confused...."

"Well let me go through them one at a time. Maybe it won't be so difficult that way. "OK Jill, was this a one night stand or is it a long term affair?"

"This is the first and only time... I promise Jake... I have never been unfaithful to you before."

I noted to myself that she didn't say she would be unfaithful in the future, but I let it go for now. I would be coming back to that point. "Were you drugged, then taken advantage of Jill."

"Oh Jake, I had a lot to drink and I did smoke some marijuana. But I did it myself, no one forced me too."

"So you can't claim rape then, can you Jill."

"No, I can't. I was swept up in something, but I wasn't forced to go along... I am responsible."

"Well maybe...." I said before catching myself. "Are you having some kind of life crisis?"

"I don't know Jake ...maybe. Its not that I am unhappy, I love you and little Jake, but like I said before.. I.. I... I felt so free and irresponsible. It felt good."

At the word "Felt good", I made a little 'hurrrruuuuummmmp' sound. Jill noticed and her face fell. She hadn't meant it in a sexual way, but she could tell that I had taken it that way.

"Do you have a sex addiction Jill. Are you a nymphomaniac or something now?"

"Oh God Jake no... I won't deny that I have been thinking a lot about the experience... but it is not an addiction."

"I guess I don't satisfy you anymore?"

Jill began to sob! "Jake... no you are wonderful....."

After a few minutes Jill collected herself. "Like I just said, I have been thinking a lot about that night. Jake I won't lie to you..."

"You had better not lie," I growled.

"This may hurt you. Listen, you are a great husband and lover. I love making love with you. But this one night was something different. Jake, I have never had a night like that before! It wasn't better than when we are together. Just different. It was......it was...."

"Amazing Jill.... Isn't that what you want to say. It was amazing. I heard you tell Sally that on the phone." 

"God dam-it ..Yes Jake it was amazing. I have never had orgasms like that in my life. OK... that's the truth. But it doesn't mean I love you less. Happy now that I have said it. I loved every minute of it. Yes it was amazing!"

"How many times did you cum Jill?"

No response....

"How many... 1, 2, 4, 6, 10..."

"Stop please..... stop..."

"How many Jill... more orgasms than I have ever given you..."

"Yes dam you... yes! I came and came and came... I must have cum 8 to 10 times... over and over again."

I sat in silence.... Finally I said. "It was Juan right?"

Meekly Jill said, "Yes." She knew how I hated him. She knew that having an affair with him was the worst thing she could do. "I am so sorry," she added burying her face in her hands. She had finally said her lovers name.

"You know Jill I am not a big stud like Juan Mendoza. I don't have the time to work out at the gym or have cosmetic surgery, or work on my tan so I look like a Greek God! But I will tell you something. It is impossible for one man to give you 10 orgasms in one night."

"What do you mean?" Jill asked looking confused.

"Well Jill, you are a bigger slut than you think you are. How may times Juan come in your mouth, in you pussy, maybe even in your ass?"

"No not my ass....."

I cut her off, "I am glad for that, but I guess that taboo about cumming in your mouth is now broken. How many times did jism shoot into you mouth, into your pussy?"

"I don't know... I lost count. 5 or 6 times..."

"Five or Six times Jill... that means three for Juan and three for Hector?"

"What...WHAT?"

"That's what I meant when I said you were a bigger slut than even you thought. One man can't cum 6 times in a night Jill! But two can! You were fucked by two men Jill... Both Juan and Hector filled your body with cum, and you didn't even know. I guess all cocks look alike when you are swallowing them. It's a good thing the Mendoza's aren't triplets or you might still be in Miami being fucked!"

"Ohhhh Noooooo...," Jill wailed realizing the truth of it.

"Do you want a divorce Jill? Is that what you want? Do you want out? All you had to do was ask. You didn't have to become the Mendozas' personal fuck toy!"

"No... I love you Jake... Oh Jake..."

"Are you going to see them again?"

"Juan called me. He wanted to come to Boston and have me visit him in his hotel." 

"And you said... what, to that offer?"

"I'll tell him NO... of course."

"But you didn't tell him 'NO' when he asked? You would have seen him, wouldn't you?" 

She didn't respond.

I continued, "but now that you are caught you will tell him 'NO". Only now when caught. Do you know something Jill? I don't think you can give up this 'amazing' fucking. You'll miss it. Even if you have to fuck them both to get it!"

She chose to avoid my comments and play her trump card. "Can we get past this Jake? Please, can we continue to be a family? You and I... and Little Jake. We both need you, and I know that you need your family. It is who you are. You need us as much as we need you."

"So because I am a family man who tries to do his best and do the right thing I should just take you back and ignore what you have done. Is that what you are saying Jill?"

"Yes... No... I don't know. I am so confused."

You didn't seem confused when you were wrapping your legs around the Mendozas'. You didn't seem confused when you were pressing your tits against him on the boat."

"What, how did you know..."

I regained my calm exterior, "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I do know. I know everything. I also know that you are right. I do need my family. I need my son. And yes Jill I do need you. I just don't know in what capacity I need you."

"Please come home, Jake!" my wife begged.

"Do you want me home or is that the lawyer in you Jill. You know what it means if I come home."

I opened a law book on my desk to a page I had marked. Then I continued, "You know what this says a well as I do."

Marriage is a contractual relationship between a man and a woman that vests the parties with a new legal status.



Marriage is unlike other contractual relationships in that it creates a status that may not be terminated at will by the parties, but only by a court, as by a divorce. It is thus often said that the state is a third party to any marriage.

At hearing the word Divorce Jill had to catch her breath. But I continued

While "no-fault" divorces have become increasingly common in all U.S. states, there are still many cases where marital partners seek to establish fault, particularly in states that require a waiting period of legal separation before allowing a "no-fault" divorce. The most common grounds are adultery, desertion, and physical or mental cruelty. Habitual drunkenness, incurable mental illness, conviction of a crime, nonsupport, or constructive abandonment are other grounds for establishing fault. Corrupt consent by a party to the conduct of the other party bars a divorce, as does collusion. Forgiveness of the offense, either express or implied (as by cohabitation), on condition that it not be repeated, is a bar to a divorce for that offense.



"So there it is Jill. If I come home and live with you I am implying forgiveness, and I could not get a divorce for you infidelity."

"I know Jake, but please come home. We need you."

"Yes, here it is," I thought to myself. If I went home no matter what else I did I would not be getting a divorce, at least not a divorce for Jill's adultery. I would be accepting what had happened. Not forgiving or forgetting, but accepting it. The court would assume that I had given at least implied consent and forgiveness because we were cohabitating. The court would not grant a divorce for her infidelity. I had to choose. Stay away and get a divorce, or go home and lose the option. 

"Accept, but not forgive or forget," I mumbled softly.

"I didn't hear you, Jake."

"I'll come home Jill." 

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Chapter 8 (Ending 1)

"OK, Open up the hanger and let the airplane fly in," I told my son as I waved a spoon full of cereal in front of his face.

"DaDa feeds me," was his response, opening his pink mouth as wide as he could.

As the airplane spoon dumped its cargo into his mouth, I heard Jill shuffling behind me in her slippers.

Sitting next to us at the breakfast table Jill took a sip of her coffee. Frankly she looked like hell.

It was three weeks since out meeting. I was at home for my son, but that was all. As far as Jill was concerned I was at home in body, but not in spirit. I had been sleeping in the office/spare room on a second hand folding bed that I had bought from at a thrift store.

I was devoting all my home time to my son. I had always known what an amazing little boy he was, but in the last few weeks I had come to appreciate him even more.

Jill and I had come to a peace of sorts. We actually worked together to make the logistics work. She stayed out of my way when I went to the Master bed room to get clothes or shower in the attached bath. I picked up and kept her office clean so she could do her part-time work in her office during the day. 

We were surviving. Well I was, Jill looked like she had lost a few pounds and her spirit seemed to be gone. I on the other hand was reveling in the time I was spending with my son.

"Sally called me yesterday," Jill said in a monotone.

"Good old Sally. Did you tell her to go to hell?" 

"No Jake, she is going to be in town next week and wants to visit."

"I don't really want to see her," I replied.

"She wants to visit me Jake. Not you!"

I almost said something nasty about Sally getting Jill into more trouble, but thought better of it and remained silent.

"I want to see her."

This time I couldn't keep quiet. "Want to talk about old times in Miami," I said sarcastically. 

I was pushing her further and further away but I couldn't help myself. The pain of her betrayal was still too fresh.

"I am sure that the reunion will come up. But I would like to be able to talk to her about us Jake. She is my best friend. But I won't say anything if you don't want me too."

I was surprised that she asked. "Sure, go ahead, if it will help." 

But then I thought about our dirty laundry being aired in front of Sally and I got mad again. "No reason not to talk with her. I am sure she already knows I am a cuckold."

"I want to be able to tell Sally that you are the best man, the best father, the best husband in the world Jake."

"I am here aren't I Jill. Just like you wanted." 

"You are here, but you are not with me Jake."

It seemed that the five levels of death and dying were not all there were when it came to marriage. I had made it to acceptance, but there were two more levels to go. 

"When you agreed to come home you said that you accepted what had happened. But you said you could not forgive or forget."

"That's right."

"Before Sally gets here next week I need for you to have forgiven me Jake."

"I... I don't know if..., " I stuttered.

"Sally is going to try and get me to go back to Florida with her. I need for you to forgive me, Jake."

"If I don't forgive you, you will go?"

"Jake I don't know what I will do. I know I love both you and Little Jake. But..... I can't stand this....."

"The law doesn't require forgiveness, only acceptance Jill. I have accepted things."

"But I need forgiveness... and someday Jake, Forgetfulness."

"I ... I will try."

At that moment Little Jake said, "DaDa more plane!" Jill reached out and gently held my hand.

----Four months later---- 

"Oh..Oh..Oh.... GOOOOOODDDDD," Jill cried out as I brought her to her fourth orgasm of the night

I climbed off her perspiration covered torso and walked to the hotel room balcony. I could feel the tropical sea breeze and hear the waves breaking on the beach.

"God, I am numb Jake. When did you learn how to do that?"

"Just something that I heard about from a Hispanic guy I am representing. You know how those Hispanics are." 

I still gave Jill little digs now and then about the Mendozas', it seems to keep her motivated. I glanced over my shoulder and saw my wife spread her legs a bit wider for me. She knew I was looking. Using her fingers Jill opened up her shaved pussy, showing me her wetness and hard clit. She had become so eager to earn her forgiveness. 

"Aren't you tired, Jill? You have been working all week, and then the flight to Bermuda." 

In the days before Sally visited things had changed. I had forgiven Jill, but had exacted some concessions. I was now the one working part-time and Jill had taken a full-time job. In my spare time I had bonded closely with my son, and also treated myself to some "Jake time."

Jake time was a whole series of activities that I did for myself. I had joined a gym and after loosing 15 pounds of flab, I put back on 25 pounds of muscle. I went to a saloon. Had my hair styled regularly and even spent time in their tanning booth. I must admit that I looked good in a little white speedo swim suit. 

"I'm OK. I just wish I had a tan like yours. I feel kind of pasty, plus I am out of shape."

I got a cold fruit juice from the hotel rooms mini-fridge. Opening it I took a swallow. I reached into my pants pocket and fished out a small pill box. Placing the pill on my tongue I washed it down with more juice, then handed it to Jill. She greedily finished the bottle and flopped back onto the bed. Eying my still hard cock she put her knees together then pulled them up to her breasts. Looking deep into my eyes she then slowly spread her knees apart. Opening up her sex like a blossoming flower to me. 

"You want more baby?" I said with a growl.

"Yeah Jake...more. I'd suck your cock, but it looks like you are still hard, so I'll save that for later."

I smiled to myself. "Better living through chemistry." The Viagra I had just popped would keep me going for another few hours. Tonight I was going for the record. We would see who would forget the Mendoza's first. Jill or me. I was thinking that after tonight Jill would never think of them again.

Jill's hand guided my hardness into her wetness. 

The next morning before we called Little Jake at Jill's parents house. I asked her how many orgasms she had.

"Hmmmm...12 or 14." She replied languidly. "How about you?"

"Well, I surprised even myself Jill. I had 4."

Jill sank slowly to her knees and opened my robe. Looking up at me she asked, "Think you can come two more times?"

Her look was pure lust and caused my heart to jump. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and began slaving it with her tongue as if it were something to be possessed. In that one act Jill in fact took possession of both my heart and my cock.

I thought to myself, "Possession is 9 tenths of the Law!" Then my orgasm began and everything was forgotten!

The End (Alternate Ending #1)