42 comments/ 123528 views/ 21 favorites Lodge Night By: Tail End Pete Hello everyone. Here is another feeble effort for your perusal at your leisure. Sorry, I didn't kill anyone this time. As usual, the sex is as bland as I could write. I'd rather not write it, but since this is a cheating spouse story, I forced myself. Lodge Night Chapter 1 I finished my coffee, rinsed the cup and put it in the dishwasher for later. I didn't have a lot of time this morning for breakfast. Pam had come down with the flu or something and was still in bed. I wasn't sure but maybe I was coming down with whatever she had. It would be awful luck if it were true. I hate getting sick. Pam and I are in our mid forties and married for 22 years. Yes, we got married right out of high school. We are old enough that the kids were gone, but young enough to enjoy each other and our lives. My name is James Foster. Pam and I both have brown eyes and brown hair. Well, I used to at least. No, I don't do one of those comb over things. I've had very little hair on top of the head since right after high school and I'm resigned to my fate. That was ok, though. I have a couple of friends who were going gray while still in high school. Stuff happens, I guess. Anyway, Pam and I have always tried to maintain our physical fitness so we look tight. Not cut or really buff, but we still have our waists and can go shopping without losing our breath. I'm not real big on measurements, preferring to leave that to statisticians and tailors. This is the second Wednesday of the month and I always attend my lodge meetings. Sure, some of the people only go for the happy hour afterwards, but I enjoy the camaraderie and fellowship of a group of people with the same or similar goals. I held two different offices for the lodge - secretary the first time and treasurer the second. I didn't mind taking notes and keeping the minutes, but I swore I would never be treasurer again. We have a ladies auxiliary which Pam attended a few times, but she'd decided not to join. Something about it being an organized hen party. I left the house and drove my pickup to work. I am a middle manager in a home improvement warehouse and I like the assorted challenges in my job a lot. I have worked my way up the ladder using my varied experience. I've worked in retail my entire adult life, but I know that I won't make it to corporate headquarters because I don't have a sheepskin. Pam and I decided early on that the kids would go to college and make better lives for themselves. I was about halfway to work when the loudest banging clatter arose from the engine. Thank goodness traffic was light this morning. I was able to coast into a parking lot in front of a strip mall. With the last bit of inertia the truck had, I glided into an empty space away from the storefronts. I didn't want to block customer spaces for the stores. I have always been that way. I like to think of it as being polite. Looking under the hood, I was dismayed to see water and fluids splattered all over the engine compartment. I couldn't tell what had happened, but I knew it would be expensive. I went inside the store and used a phone to call a cab. Then I called work and explained what had happened. The store manager gave me the whole day as personal comp time. I am very lucky that I have a good boss and the company has good benefits. The taxi dropped me off at my house and I stood a moment looking perplexed. Pam said she was sick and coming down with something, but where was her car? I don't know whether or not she could get a doctor's appointment that quickly. Shrugging my mental shoulders, I went inside to check. The bed was made and the house looked normal enough. Maybe she went to work after all. I would worry about this later. In the meantime I would have to get my truck into the shop. For that, I called my old friend Marty. Marty still had his tow truck and assured me that he would look at the truck as soon as it arrived. I felt better after talking to Marty. He had always treated me right. He sounded better than he had for quite a while. I'd heard about some kind of family problems he had dealt with a few months back, but I never bothered asking him about details. The media had said more than enough, mostly because lurid stories sell newspapers. After I made the phone calls I stood in the kitchen for a moment, basking in the realization I had the rest of the day to do whatever. I thought about doing some chores in the yard, but I decided I would go sun myself on the patio for a while first. Grabbing a cold beer, I went to the bedroom and changed into an old pair of shorts and my sandals before going outdoors. I'd been sitting for about half an hour when I heard my neighbor Kevin and someone coming out of the house to continue a conversation. Kevin has an in-ground pool with a nice patio area next to it. We have an 8 ft privacy fence between our yards, but you can't see most of it. I have snowballs and lilacs on my side and he has a bed of roses on his side. Kevin and his wife Josie separated a while back and now they were just waiting on the divorce to finalize. Along with most of our neighbors, I had ringside seats for a lot of their fights and knew it was about his cheating. I really don't like to listen to other people's conversations or fights, but because of the language and volume their fights were legendary in the neighborhood. From the tone of Kevin's voice, I discerned he didn't know I was outside and could overhear them. But after I heard the word gangbang and then the name Pam, I sat up to pay attention a lot closer to the conversation. I couldn't stop listening if I had tried. "So when did these gangbang parties start, Kevin?" the unknown speaker asked. "We, I say we for now, but I started fucking Pam about 2 years ago," Kevin replied. "We started one afternoon while she was over here enjoying the pool. Josie had gone to her mother's house and Pam didn't have anything to do that evening since her husband was going to his lodge. He didn't even miss her when he came home from work. He changed his clothes and left. The only thing he focuses on for more than 10 minutes is his lodge. Pam refuses to have anything to do with the lodge, even though they have a women's auxiliary. After that night, lodge night for him turned into fuck night for us. Josie came home one day early from work and caught us fucking in the pool. Josie swore she was going to tell Pam's husband, but I don't think she did because we're still fucking. If her husband knew he would have stopped it. Pam told me he wasn't one of those wimps who enjoy seeing other men fuck his wife. We're lucky that he was totally clueless since he was so wrapped up in his lodge activities." "Wow, Kevin," the other guy said. "You really have a good deal here." "Yeah buddy and don't I know it," Kevin replied, "and here is the best part. She comes over in the afternoon for a preliminary fuck just for me, goes home to fix supper for her husband, then comes back over for the rest of the evening after he leaves. She really does love the guy, I will admit. She just likes more cock than she was getting. So anyway, one afternoon the plumber was here fixing a broken pipe when she first came over. We came out back to fuck in the pool while he was working inside. When he finished the pipe, he came out here and asked about joining us. She was blowing me at the time and she didn't even look at him. She just got up on her knees and wiggled her ass. That was my first threesome. The plumber came back later that night after he got off work and we both fucked her again. For about five or six months now, I have been inviting some of my other friends over to share her. One night I swear I had twelve or thirteen guys here and she fucked them all. She is amazing when she gets into it. What she doesn't know is that I started charging these guys if they wanted to fuck her. The plumber dropped out before that happened, but word has gotten around. Guys leave a hundred dollar bill in an empty flower vase I have sitting by the front door when they arrive. If I don't see the money go into the vase, they aren't allowed inside. I haven't had any problems with the arrangement." "I can't believe it, bud," the other guy said. "You're fucking the neighbor's hot wife in the afternoon then pimping her out in the evening to your buddies or whoever else shows up. And you say her husband is totally ignorant of any goings on? This is just crazy. You have any problem with me coming back tonight for the party? I have to see this for myself." "Hell, I don't care. Just make sure you bring a hundred dollar bill for the vase. Bring your own rubbers also. I don't provide them and you can't tell if any of the other guys have something or not. That is another thing about Pam. She always insists on a condom. One night, she had a guy in each hole, and the guy in her ass finished. He pulled out and some numb nuts took his place in line and shoved it in. She came up off the guy in her pussy and turned around long enough to clobber him. I mean she damn near broke his jaw. Then she looked around at everyone watching and said real slowly, 'No rubber, no fuck. Got it?' Everybody nodded and said yes, then she hopped back on the dick she was fucking and carried on as if nothing had happened. Funniest shit I've ever seen in my life. And, before you ask, no, that stupid shit left and never came back. I've often wondered what would happen if she picked up something. I'd love to hear her explain that to her husband." "Ha, ha, ha," replied his friend. "I'll bring some rubbers with me tonight. Maybe you should furnish the rubbers. You could charge for them and have more money coming in." "Yeah, Rod, I think that would be a good idea. I'll have to think about it for a while. Hey, what are you going to tell Brenda about coming over tonight?" "I'll tell her I'm helping you in the garage with your woodworking project. She won't care and won't want to come with me since Josie won't be here." "Well, you better get going back to work. Wouldn't want to lose your job, now would you?" "Nope, I'll be back tonight about 7 or so." "Ok, let me walk you to the door," Kevin replied and I heard them move away towards the house. Oh shit. Rod and Brenda Collins were friends of ours. Brenda worked with my Pam at a real estate office. They were both secretaries and did all the paperwork for the salesmen. I didn't know for absolute sure if they had been talking about my Pam or not, but I was definitely going to find out. Tonight was my lodge night and I was pretty sure I would be elected as the next president at tonight's meeting. I couldn't get out of it to come back here and check up on Kevin's activities! No, damn it. I need to check on Pam's activities. She has never given me any reason to doubt her, but now everything I had ever *known* about her had just been tossed into the cesspool. I stopped myself about then to give myself a mental kick in the ass. 'I don't know for sure they were talking about my Pam,' I thought. 'I can't go jumping to conclusions here. It wouldn't be fair to Pam or us. But I do need to find out what is going on. Kevin collecting hundred dollar bills makes him a pimp and this Pam person a prostitute.' After a time spent thinking about what I'd heard, I decided to get a sandwich and then I would get busy on the chores. As I stepped into the kitchen the phone rang. I looked at the caller id and it was Marty. "Hey Marty," I said. "I presume you have an idea what is wrong with my truck." "Yes, it just arrived so we looked at it. You threw a rod, James. Sorry, but it isn't fixable. I can get you a used engine for a couple hundred, but just so you know, the labor will be close to six or seven hundred. Parts is parts, but fixing is a whole different deal." "Damn Marty," I replied. "I should have guessed, since I just paid it off two months ago. Well, go ahead and replace the engine. Everything else is in good order so I don't really want to buy a different truck. Do you have a loaner I could use for the next few days?" "Sure, I have a couple of cars down here. I'll send Rick over to pick you up. I really hate to charge you this much, but we're pretty much stuck on the price." "That's fine, Marty. No complaints from me. I know the deal. I'll be waiting for Rick, and thanks for helping me out here." "No problem and Rick just pulled out to get you. See you in a few." "Ok, Marty. See you," I finished. I sat looking at the phone for a few minutes, thinking. Then I called my boss and told him about the car. I told him I could make it tomorrow as Marty had a loaner for me. He appreciated me letting him know. I'd finished my beer, so I grabbed another one and went out the front door. Rick pulled up about then, so I got in and went for the loaner. After talking to Marty, I got into the car. It was a shit brown Ford POS, but it ran. As I started to pull into traffic, instead of going home I decided to drive past the real estate office. I'd decided to get Pam and take her to lunch, depending on how she felt. I arrived at her office, but her car wasn't there. I went inside and saw Brenda sitting at her desk. "Hi, Brenda," I smiled. "I'm wondering if Pam came in to work today." Brenda smiled at me and replied, "No, James, she called in sick this morning and said she couldn't make it." "Well, yeah," I replied. "She was feeling bad this morning when I left and I wanted to make sure she had called to let you know. Maybe she can get in to see Dr. Brown without an appointment. One of us will let you know how she is doing later today." "Thanks James," she replied. "I'd appreciate an update. I hope it isn't too serious." "Yeah, me too," I said as I headed for the door. 'Damn, I wonder what is going on,' I thought. 'This might turn into something ugly. No! Damn it, just because you haven't seen her yet, don't go jumping to any conclusions because Kevin is an idiot. There are any number of women in this town named Pam.' I drove around town for about an hour, checking parking lots and looking for her car. It wasn't at the clinic, the hair salon, or anywhere around the mall. I pulled out of the mall and was watching traffic pass by when I spotted her. She had someone in her little Toyota and I watched as she pulled into the Ramada Inn down the street. I drove down and pulled in as she was walking in the door with Steve Howard. Yeah, my best friend Steve Howard. 'What the hell was going on here?' I wondered. Giving them a few minutes to get out of the lobby, I followed them inside. The clerk at the lobby looked up and smiled as I approached. "Hello," I said. "Those people who just came in, could you let me see their registration slip?" I got a calm look back as the clerk thought about it. "I'm not allowed to do things like that," he replied. "It is against company policy." "Is it company policy to allow cheating spouses to use the facilities?" I returned. Again I received that look, then he reached under the counter and retrieved a paid receipt. I looked at the names, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. 'How fucking original was that?' I thought. I noted the room number, but didn't say anything about it. "Thank you for your time," I said. I turned to leave but his voice stopped me. "I don't know you and I haven't spoken to you, but the Smiths have been coming here once a week for the last six months or so. Well, let me amend that. Mrs. Smith has been bringing a Mr. Smith here for the last few months, but I haven't seen the same Mr. Smith twice in a row. She always pays cash for the room. Just so you know," he said with a knowing look. I couldn't say anything, so I just nodded my head and walked back to the car. Room 124 was down at the end of the building. I stood next to the car while I thought about it. I needed to get some kind of confirmation. Even though I knew better, I walked towards that end of the building. I didn't have to hold my ear to a door, I could hear both of them fucking and yelling as I approached the room. They must have had a window open. I stopped and listened to my soon to be ex-wife fucking my ex best friend. I seriously thought about going through the window and surprising them with a good beating. I felt my gorge rise as I hurried back to the car. I noticed the clerk had been watching me, so I gave him a half wave while getting into the car. At least I didn't throw up in the parking lot. I drove back to Marty's garage and went inside. Marty was just getting off the phone and said, "I was just talking to Simpson's Auto Parts and they happen to have the engine you need in stock. They are bringing it over now, and we're about done pulling yours to send back. With any luck you should be getting your truck back tomorrow evening. Now I'd like to know what is wrong, James. You don't look so good." "Thanks Marty," I replied. "Umm, I don't want to seem insensitive here, but would you mind telling me something about Helen?" He tipped his head at me and said, "Why James? What's going on?" I told him about the conversation I'd overheard and what I'd seen and heard at the Ramada Inn. He sat quietly and listened, but his eyes were on the floor. I realized I was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him. When I was through talking, it was quiet for a moment or two. Then blowing out a deep breath, he stated flatly, "Going to see a lawyer about Helen was the hardest thing I have ever done. What she and that asshole did ruined two families and screwed over four fine young adults. The girls are still going to their therapy. I think the boys should still be going, but they told me that they are fine. I just hope that their lives don't jump the track like mine did," he finished. He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a card. "Here's the lawyer who helped me. He did a wonderful job and didn't screw me with a lot of extra fees or hidden charges. If I might suggest, though, don't call this guy until next Monday. You need a little time to sort this out and I wouldn't want to see you make a big mistake. But then, after I broke down the door at the hotel to see Helen, I made a beeline to this guys office. I could have thought it over a little before I did, but then I'd been suspicious for years and had a lot of time to make Plan B. You, on the other hand, have just stumbled onto this mess and the only thing you know for sure is she is living at a motel once a week. Please, James, do a lot of investigation and a lot more thinking. I don't have a doubt you will come to the right decision if you take your time." I read the card in my hand. Johnson Law Offices. Timmy Johnson, Attorney at Law. I looked back at him, "Thanks, Marty for being a friend," I said. "I'll wait until Monday, but right now I don't think I'll be changing my mind." Marty reached out and shook my hand as I turned to leave. My insides were numb. Hell, my whole body was numb. In the space of a few hours, I'd discovered that my wife had been cheating for the last six months with a different guy every week at a local hotel. Worse than that, the neighbor had been pimping out someone with her name on my lodge nights for the last year. I went to a fast food place, ordered a meal, then sat in a booth at the back trying to collect my thoughts. I felt strange eating food when my body wanted to puke all over. I felt betrayed, used, laughed at, belittled, angry - screw angry, I felt rage - at how this day had progressed. My wife was the village bicycle and everybody got a ride. I sat there for a couple of hours, just thinking. I must have had a bad expression on my face as the other diners made a point to sit somewhere else away from me. Getting myself together before a manager kicked me out, I went to Dr. Brown's office to make an appointment. I told Lily, his receptionist, that I wanted to get some blood work done because I was worried about STDs. She had been a family friend forever it seemed and I caught the quick look of sadness before she stifled it. She asked me to wait a moment while she went into the back. When she came back to the desk, she said, "James come with me, please." Lodge Night The clinic has a little alcove where they draw blood and collect their urine samples. I noticed Dr. Brown had employed a new nurse. Her name tag said Kathy, RN. She sat me in a chair and took the blood. Lily came back as we were finishing and handed me an appointment card. It was for next Tuesday at 10am to get the test results. Both ladies were looking a little sad as I started to leave, so I hesitated for a second and looked at Lily. "Did Pam come in this morning? She wasn't feeling well when I left for work this morning, but she isn't home now." "No, she wasn't in today," Lily answered. "Let me look in the appointment book to be sure." After finding Pam in her book she said, "No, the last time she was here was two weeks ago." "Ok, thanks Lily," I nodded at her. The way things were going today, I don't think anything would surprise me. I finally decided to drive home, or to what once had been my home. Now it was just a house with some of my stuff in it. Shit, Pam! How could you do this to me? To us and our family? I drove around the block once looking for her car. It wasn't there. She must still be at the Ramada Inn with her fucker. He was the fucker, she was the fuckee, except she was fucking our marriage away. How could I have been so blind? I pulled up to the curb in front of the house and went inside. I headed for the bathroom so I could throw up. I'd been holding my gorge for most of the day, but I couldn't do it anymore. Fast food tastes a lot better going down than coming back up. Amazing what things you think about when puking your guts out. I was thinking I needed to do a better job of chewing my food. A couple of those French fries looked almost whole. After I finished puking, I splashed cold water on my face and got myself together. I went into the bedroom and started rifling through her closet, nightstand, dresser, and any other place she might have stashed something she wanted to keep hidden from me. Where all are you supposed to look when trying to find evidence of a wandering spouse? I didn't have a clue where to start looking. Nothing; no tapes, love letters, photographs, extra lingerie or clothing. Well, of course not. She's fucking next door, not here. Anything of that sort Kevin would keep. And as far as the hotel, the used condoms or any other detritus would be cleaned before the next people would use the room. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I felt that I would know it when I saw it. I went to the garage and looked in the luggage and various boxes we had stored out there. I went to the attic to check it out. It wasn't a very big attic, but I had placed a few pieces of plywood up there to make it some sort of a storage place if we needed more room for junk. I had never placed anything up there because it was a pain to get into and then back out. One look told the story. A banker's box was sitting within grasping distance. I pulled it over and took off the top. It was about half full with a few VCR tapes and some picture albums. Oh shit. My heart had been holding out a sliver of hope that she wasn't doing what my head told me she was, even after the hotel. But I felt that cold sensation run through my body as I brought the box down to look through its contents. Lying on top of the tapes was a business sized envelope. Full of trepidation, I opened it. I took out the papers and opened them. They were lab results from Dr. Brown's office. She had been tested for STDs and she had negative results for Gonorrhea, Syphilis, Chlamydia, or any yeast infections. Oh my God, what if she had given something to me? I looked at the dates on the papers. These were various old reports starting from the beginning of the year. She went for testing about once a month. I opened the top photo album and flipped through a few pages. I didn't want to puke again, so I put everything back in the box the way I found it, closed up the attic, and went to the kitchen to sit down. I was still sitting there when Pam came home. She walked in and stood gaping at me sitting at the kitchen table. "What… when… umm, what are you doing here?" she finally got out. "Why aren't you at work? Are you sick also?" I stared at her while trying to act normal. She wouldn't know how much I knew at this moment unless I told her. I had sufficient proof of her cheating ways, but I didn't want to give away any advantage I had prematurely. Besides, I'd only seen her and Steve going into the Ramada Inn. "No, I'm not sick," I said quietly. "I thought you were, though. Have you been to see the doctor?" "Oh, um, no I didn't go see the doctor," she stated while she shrugged off her light sweater. "I called his office, but they didn't have any openings. I drove to the drugstore and got some cold and flu medicine instead." Then with a shrewd look she asked, "Are you getting sick? I hope not. This stuff whatever I have is no picnic. Anyway, what are you doing home so early? Where is your pickup? Do you know who's car that is out front at the curb?" "Oh, I was on my way to work when the engine threw a rod. It'll be a couple of days before I get the truck back. That car is a loaner Marty gave me," I answered. Then, because I was feeling particularly evil at that point I said, "I probably won't be going to lodge tonight. The last couple of meetings have been rather depressing for me. As a matter of fact, I've been thinking about dropping out completely. We don't spend nearly as much time together as we used to. I've even been thinking of taking you on an ocean cruise. Sort of a second honeymoon for us. Would you like to go with me on a cruise?" Now she was stuck. She had to look happy about going on a cruise, but what would she do about missing all of the sex? I watched the interplay of emotions crossing her face while she mentally tossed around a very hot potato. Then with a visible jerk she stood up straighter and reminded herself to smile. "Why honey," she exclaimed, "that would be marvelous. What a great idea. We haven't been on a trip in forever. Wait, can we afford it? And we'll both have to check our work schedules. We can start making plans together this weekend." Then she paused. "Why won't you go to lodge tonight. I know this is something you need to do. You've been going now for how many years? I can't believe that you want to throw it away now. Besides, aren't they doing an election thing tonight?" Sitting down at the table with me she continued, "I know I haven't been much support over the years, but I want you to know how proud I am of you. When they elected you as their treasurer and secretary, I was really proud. Those are really high positions and shows your knowledge and experience in lodge affairs as well as their faith in you," she added. It seemed to me that she was pushing hard for me to go to lodge tonight. If I hadn't seen or heard the things I did today, I wouldn't have noticed. I didn't want to raise any suspicions in her, so I let her talk me into attending tonight. We sat around a while and talked about useless crap, so I finally got a beer and went out back in the late afternoon sunshine. A few minutes later, I heard the shower go on in our bathroom. I felt disgusted. She'd been sitting across the table from me acting as a loving caring wife, with Steve's sperm probably dripping from her well used and sloppy cunt. As I thought of that, I realized my anger was gone. Something in my head had flipped the necessary switch. I felt remorse at losing my marriage. Not ours, but mine. She'd thrown hers away two years ago and counting. I felt a little of that remorse, but mostly I felt disgust and betrayal. I would probably never find out why she made a decision to toss our relationship out with the garbage. I'm not so sure that she would know why either. I've seen some of the relationships in our town go belly up over infidelity, and some of the people were good friends of mine. Why is it that cheaters never think about getting caught? Yeah, this had been going on for years and I hadn't figured it out. Josie did when she caught them red handed, so to speak. Why didn't she tell me? And did Pam think about the consequences when or if I caught them? She should have had a major wake up call when Josie stumbled on their fornicating bodies in the pool. Apparently she thought she had Teflon skin and could slide out of any predicament. 'Huh,' I thought. 'It is really easy to stop thinking of possessions as ours and in turn consider everything as mine or hers. How sad that our lives turned out this way.' I heard the shower stop and checked my watch. Yeah, time to get dressed up for the lodge meeting. I went inside and helped with dinner. After we ate, with minimal talking, I helped clean up then left for the meeting. When I arrived at the hall, I spotted Steve talking with a couple of the newer members. I had a good idea what the topic of discussion entailed when I saw Steve smirk at me. I made my way to the front of the hall where George Litmus was talking to Freddy. Freddy was the assistant manager at the local Marriott and was really nice. Stepping up to George I asked in the way of greeting, "Are we holding the election tonight or next month? I've heard a couple of folks mention they wanted it held off for some reason." "Oh, hi James," George replied. "No, the election is tonight. As a matter of fact, we will do the election first and then take photographs. We won't be having a full meeting tonight because quite a few of our members are going to be out of town this evening. We're all waiting for the newspaper photographer to show up so we can start." And wouldn't you know it? That was the cue for the photographer to arrive. It took less than forty five minutes to hold the election and then announce the winners. Yep. I was the President. Together with the other newly elected officers and the officers we replaced, we let the photographer earn his keep. I didn't stick around for the socializing or any congratulations. I tried to make sure I wasn't being observed when I slid out the door. I caught up to the photographer, Jimmy, as he was loading his equipment back into his van. "Jimmy," I called. "Wait up a sec. I have to talk with you a moment if that is all right." He finished loading his gear and turned to me with a questioning look on his face. "If you want to know when the pictures are in the paper, I don't know. All I do is take them and turn them in to the editor." "No, no," I brushed him off. "I was wondering if you would like to go with me. One of my neighbors is having a party tonight. I would really like to have some pictures of it as a memento. You know, some parties really get wild and they've been busy now for a good half hour. What do you think? Are you interested?" Jimmy looked at me for a moment then said, "Sure. I can go do that. If I get to keep the pictures and turn in a few to the newspaper, they would cover my overhead. Of course, if these pictures were to remain private, you would have to cover my expenses." I pondered for all of 3 seconds and said, "Sold. Follow me home and I'll get you all set up." Then with a look around to see if any other lodge members had seen us talking, I got in the car and left. Jimmy was right behind me. No one else left that I could see so there wouldn't be any early warning to Kevin's house. Steve had let Pam clean his pipes earlier, so he wouldn't be going. After all, an upright citizen like him would want to get back to his faithful wife's side as soon as possible. Bastard! I pulled up in front of my house and Jimmy parked behind me. First I led him into the house while I looked around. Nope, nobody home. We went out onto the back patio and looked over at Kevin's house. A party was going full blast. Somebody had a boom box playing some kind of noisy rap crap and I could hear girly screams and the sounds of people playing in the pool. I led Jimmy to the fence and we looked for a peep hole. Funny, but he hadn't seemed too surprised that the party was next door. Yep, he had experience looking for peep holes too. Amazing isn't it, the variety of skills needed to be a newspaper photographer? It wasn't real convenient, but I finally found one about two feet off the ground and I showed it to Jimmy. It was a little high to lay on the ground and too low to squat to take any pictures, but we did get an eyeful. There was Pam laying next to the pool. Well, actually she was laying on some guy with his cock up her ass and they were next to the pool. Somebody had just pulled out of her pussy and shot his load on her breasts. Pam was mixing the new with the old and rubbing it into her skin. Real talented, my wife. While ass fucking and rubbing cum into her skin like lotion, she was sucking some guy who looked rather familiar. Then I recognized him. The plumber had apparently come back for another party. I saw Kevin by the sliding door talking with some naked guy who had apparently just arrived. The naked guy went over and pulled up Pam's legs while he speared her with his hard cock. I also noticed another naked woman in a chair a little bit behind Kevin. I didn't know he had added another girl to his stable. I looked at Jimmy and at my movement, he looked back at me. His face was carefully neutral. Yeah, if I was a newspaper photographer, I would have learned a neutral face also. You never could tell what you would see next. We got up and went for his equipment out in the van. "Ok James. How do you want this?" Jimmy asked. "I can go with still shots through the fence, but I also have my video camera here. Do you want movies also? I can get my mike and attach it. Some judges like audio and video since names are convenient." Smart boy, he'd figured it out. I thought I'd seen him looking at out pictures in the living room while waiting for me to check the rest of the house. "Yes, I'd like to get some movies if possible, but I'm concerned about the quality. We're here in the dark and they have the lights on, but don't your cameras have flash attachments? I'd hate to disturb the party when somebody noticed the flashes." "Not a problem James," he answered. "I'll use these two cameras and neither have flash attachments. Nobody will notice a thing. How much do you want to get?" "Well, her doing three guys at the same time should be sufficient for the judge or any lawyers. Let's hurry and catch them before they try something stupid like stopping. I would also like face pictures of the guests, or as many as we can get." Jimmy agreed and we headed back to the peep hole. Nope, we didn't miss a thing. Jimmy shot his pictures of Pam, but he also scanned the crowd and took a few pictures of some of the other participants. I watched where he was shooting and I pointed out one guy who had been facing away from the camera. Jimmy waited and collected his face when he turned to jump into the pool. That was it for the stills. Jimmy picked up his video camera and ran about fifteen minutes of tape. That about covered the gamut of activities. We got up and went back to the van. While loading his gear, I had a thought. "Hey, Jimmy," I said. "I just thought of something I heard earlier today. It seems that people going over there to attend the festivities are dropping hundred dollar bills into a flower vase by the front door. I would like you to follow me with the video camera. It would be better if it were hidden, like they do in 60 minutes. I will go into the house as if I were an attendee. Wait, let me get the money out of my wallet. Now, I'm going to walk past the vase. If someone tells me to deposit the bill, I will, and I want you to tape the whole encounter. I'll try to knock it over to see all the money collected. We might have to haul ass out of there if we get spotted. You got any problem with doing this?" "Nah man, I've done some goofy shit before. I have a bag in the van I use sometimes. It has a hole for the lens and is fairly well padded. I'll just follow you and pretend ignorance. I turned off the light so we might not see as much, but I can still get the audio. Let's do this." "Yeah, thanks Jimmy for your help," I answered. "Oh, hey, change out your tapes. I wouldn't want to lose anything if they grab the camera and bust it up. Just then we saw two guys get out of a car up the block from where we were standing and enter Kevin's house. I walked that way with Jimmy in tow and went into the house. A couple of guys were sitting on the sofa in the living room as we entered. I didn't recognize either of them. The two guys we followed in were stripping and leaving their clothes in a pile. I knew both of them. They didn't look at me as they headed towards the back door. Even though the house layout was the same as mine, I looked around as if not sure where to go. The blond guy said, "You looking for the party?" "Yeah," I replied. "I heard it was hot here tonight. Where is it?" "Put your donation in that vase and then get undressed in here. Then you go through those sliding doors to the patio. Don and I make sure no one messes with your stuff. When you get done, come back and get dressed. Take all the time you want. Let me see your condoms before you get undressed. We only allow safe sex. Understand me?" Occasionally, I am a real clumsy guy. As I put my money into the vase, I managed to knock it over. It didn't break on the carpeted floor, but a lot of hundreds were in that vase. Blondie moved real quick for a big guy and stuffed the money back into the vase before I'd had enough time to count it all in my head. "Hey man, I'm really sorry about that," I stammered. "Hey, watch it, bud," Blondie growled at me. "You need to be a lot more careful. Hey, what about that guy with you? He needs to put in a hundred also. You want to play, you gotta pay." I turned and looked at Jimmy, then looked back over at Blondie. Do you guys provide the condoms?" "Nah man," replied Blondie. "If you didn't bring any, leave and get some at the drug store up the street." "Ok, we'll go get some now." Turning to Jimmy I said, "Come on, Red. Let's get out of here before that store closes." We didn't even wave goodbye. Blondie and the other guy just watched us leave. Jimmy put his equipment away and he got in the van. I walked around to his window. "Give me a call in a few days after the pictures are developed. I'd like to look at them before I take them to the lawyer." I pulled out my wallet and retrieved a hundred. "Here, this is for your troubles. Let me know if you have any other expenses." "Thanks, James. I'm sure this will cover any expenses that might arise. I will make two sets of everything I got here tonight. One set is for you, the other set will be for your lawyer. I don't keep sets of anything for my personal enjoyment or to sell to interested parties. I've passed up some real good stuff, but I get more business this way. Not everybody wants their personal pain splashed all over town or the internet." With that, Jimmy drove away. I went back through the house. I stood there outside on my patio, listening to the sounds of fucking and partying at the house next door. I felt a cold wind blowing through my heart and soul. It felt as though winter was coming to stay a while to keep heartache and loneliness company. I don't know when the tears started. Going back into the house, I took a hot shower and went to bed. I don't know what time Pam came home, nor did I care. I was going to mark time until the lawyer and I finished our business. The next morning I got up and went through my routine. I decided to eat breakfast on the way to work. Pam was up and about when I left, but I couldn't see any good in talking to her. I stayed busy at work all day and got home about two hours later than usual. Pam had cooked supper for us, but since I hadn't called, mine was cold and sitting on the table. Lodge Night "If you had bothered to call, I could have kept your food warm," she snarled at me. "Since you couldn't bother, now you are stuck with a cold meal. This isn't Burger King and you don't get to have it your way." Then she turned on her heel and disappeared into the bedroom. I looked at the congealed mess for a moment, then picked it up and sent it down the disposer. I rinsed off the plate and put it in the dishwasher. After adding soap, I started it up and then I cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. Pam didn't come back out, so I left and drove to a fast food place. After I ate, I went back home and watched a little television. I went to bed after the news. The next day was a repeat of the day before, except this time I stopped for the fast food before I went home. Finally on Friday, I got the call from Jimmy. I left work and drove to the newspaper office. Jimmy took me into his office so we could go through the pictures in private. It was all I'd hoped it would be and more. After I thanked Jimmy for his work, he earnestly told me that I had everything from that night. Nothing would be popping up on the internet unexpectedly. That, of course, would be my decision. Smart kid. I gave him a fifty. I drove over to Marty's garage to check up on my truck. Marty was smiling when I arrived. "Good luck, James," he started. "We got everything moved over for you. Rick is filling all of the fluids and then will take it for a test drive. Then she's all yours." "Wow Marty," I stated. "That is some really fast work. How can I thank you?" "I just did my job," Marty said. "The really good news is how fast we got it completed. I'm going to charge you for actual time spent, not what the book says. The final bill is $185.00 for the engine and $200 for the labor." Then he laughed and said, "Just don't tell anybody that I cut a really good deal for you. Otherwise, I'll have every dead beat in town wanting free work. None of them has been a friend to me as much as you." I was touched down deep and I knew that I owed him a debt of gratitude. "Thanks, Marty for helping me out. I really do appreciate it. I should have enough to pay the whole bill the first of the month." Rick arrived after the test drive. Walking inside, he handed the keys to James. "Runs like a top. Make sure you bring it back here in about a month so I can check all the fluids." "Thanks Rick," I said and then looked at Marty and said, "I'll be getting back with you later on about the other. I haven't called the lawyer yet, but I will do that on Monday." We gave each other sad smiles, shook hands, and then I went home. Pam's car was there, but when I went through the house I didn't find her. Then I thought, 'Damn. I wonder who she's fucking now?' I realized with a start that I didn't care. All these years together and I couldn't find any positive emotions. I was a little concerned about my lack of feelings concerning this whole mess. I changed out of my work clothes and put on a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Barefooted, I walked through the kitchen and grabbed a beer on my way outside. I sat in the same chaise lounge I had before when I eavesdropped on Kevin's conversation with Rod. I didn't hear anything from the pool area. Looking around I could see that my neighbors didn't have a good sight line into my yard. Mentally shrugging off that bit of trivia, I slipped over to the peep hole in the fence. Looking through into Kevin's yard, I saw Pam and Kevin talking. They were almost whispering and I couldn't catch anything they said. It didn't look to be a serious talk, but more like the conversations between spouses such as the price of milk and gasoline, current events, blah, blah, blah. Again, I felt that hardness come back and I knew for an absolute fact this marriage was over. I went back inside the house and turned on the television. I had grabbed another beer on the way through the kitchen. I realized that I had no idea what program was playing. I'd been using the television as back ground noise. I got up and threw the empty cans away, changed into my pajamas and went to bed. I don't have any idea when she came to bed. That weekend was mostly about doing the lawn and outside chores. She was in the house doing whatever it was she did. I opted to work through lunch time and I finished putting the mower away about 3pm. I went inside, put my dirty clothes into the hamper, then took a nice long soak in the bathtub. After toweling off, I dug out some clean clothes. I was putting on my shoes and socks when Pam came into the room. I ignored her while tying my laces. "James, can we talk for a moment?" she asked. I looked up at her, but couldn't discern anything from her posture or facial looks. I noticed she looked tense, but her voice hadn't conveyed any. I looked back down and finished tying my shoes. "Ok Pam," I replied. "What is it you wanted to discuss?" "Well first off, why aren't you eating at home? You know fast food isn't any good for you and I'm throwing a lot of good food down the drain. I'd also like to know why you have been avoiding me. We never talk anymore about the things that matter, just b.s. about the weather or work. I'm getting a bad feeling and I'm afraid for our marriage." "Well, Pam," I started, "I'm not eating at home because I am tired of burnt, dried out food. You're the one not wanting to wait for me to get home before you fix dinner." I paused a moment then continued, "After the other night, I decided I will eat someplace else on the way home. That way I won't be imposing on you. Now, Pam, what else is bothering you?" "Damn it," she cried back, "What happened to our sex life? It wasn't too long ago we were burning up the sheets three and four times a week, not to mention how many different ways we tried on those nights. Why did you cut me off all of a sudden? Do you have someone else on the side?" Ooohh, I was tempted. I mean really tempted to spill the beans and turn this into a screaming match. She's fucking the neighbor and half the damn town and she wants to know why I don't want any of that skanky left over pussy. 'Maybe,' I thought, 'she fucked Kevin before coming home and she wants me to eat whatever he left in her. Oh, yeah. Like I'm going to act the homo and clean her up with my mouth.' Then I thought about the last time we had sex and how she had laid there letting me use her pussy for masturbation. I wanted to wait a few more days while Timmy did his lawyer thing and then have a deputy serve the papers. In the meantime, I needed to keep things calm without fucking her. The idea of making love was long gone. "No Pam, I do not have anyone else on the side. In case you don't remember the vows we took, we swore to keep each other in sickness or health and to forsake all others. I am not now nor have I ever cheated on you, and I will never cheat on you in the future. I've been working the extra overtime because I need more money than I thought to book the cruise. I am curious though, about why I'm the one saving extra money for the trip and all the overtime you are putting in at the real estate office isn't showing up on your paycheck stubs." "I don't know what you're talking about, James. I really dislike your sneaky question and answer games. I put as much into our savings as you do and you don't hear me complaining. Now how about coming clean with me. You're obviously hiding something from me and I think it is only right I know." "Sorry Pam," I replied. "I don't know what to say. You tell me about working overtime and putting money in savings. I just received a bank statement and the only deposits are mine. I am not hiding anything from you. The only thing on my mind has been paying for the cruise. Do you have anything else you want to discuss with me? You've been sick and I don't know if I caught something from you or not, but either way, I'm going to go get something to eat," I glowered at her. I was watching her and saw the twitch in her eye. I knew damn well her tests came back negative over the last few months. That doesn't mean she didn't pick up something else in the meantime. "If you want, you can come with me," I added. "Since fast food is bad for me, we can go to Stan's Steak House. It's early enough that we won't have to wait long for a table." She hesitated for a moment, then nodded at me, "Sure, I'd like to eat out tonight. Thank you for asking. And I'm sorry for being so bitchy." Then she gave me a hug. I will admit, she is good. I almost believed her. I also noticed she didn't say anything about the bank deposits. We just chit chatted at dinner, then we came home and I went directly to bed. Pam whispered my name when she crawled into bed later. I didn't answer her, even when she gave me a little shake. She slid her hand inside my bottoms, but my trouser snake wasn't playing tonight. Finally she gave up and went to sleep. It took me about an hour more before I finally dropped off. Monday morning I called Timmy Johnson and made an appointment for that afternoon. I carried my box of evidence into his office and gave him the short version. After glancing at a couple of pictures, he shook his head and said, "No problem, James," he said. "You have more than you need with this alone. What do you want out of the deal?" I'd thought about it a lot, so I answered him, "I want to sell the house. I don't have much of my stuff there. I suppose I could have a really big garage sale and then take the leftovers to a public auction barn for whatever they can get for the stuff. The things I want have been carted off already. She hasn't said anything if she's noticed. Her car and my truck are paid for and the outstanding balance on the credit cards can be paid with the house money before the rest is divided." Finishing writing his notes, Timmy then asked some questions about Pam. No, I was fairly certain she didn't know I was here and what I was doing. She was in her own little universe. Then Timmy sat back and with a gleam in his eye said, "Are you in a real big hurry to get this done?" I started to answer, but stopped myself. "Well, she's been fucking Kevin for over two years and the other half of town for the last six months or so. I suppose I could hold off, but what would be the point? I really don't want to drag this out longer than necessary." Timmy smiled and said, "I have an idea that you might want to consider and it will only delay this until next month's lodge meeting." "Okay," I replied slowly. "I don't suppose another month will hurt. Tell me what you have in mind." He told me. He smiled. So did I. We shook hands and I left his office. The next three weeks slowly went by. Time flies when you're having fun and I was most definitely not having fun. Things were still strained between Pam and I, but she backed off some and gave me some space. Yes, I kept the doctor appointment and I don't have any STD's. And, yes, I had been worried about it. Too bad I hurt my back at work, though. The pain medicine killed erections. No sex, even though she tried as best she could. Even without the pills, the thought of her with all those men ensured my continued impotence. The Friday before lodge night, I called the other officers and asked them to stop by to see me before they went home. I also called a few of the members I could trust and asked them the same thing. No, I did not call my best friend Steve. That afternoon, the guys showed up to see me. They all arrived singly or in groups within five minutes of each other, so I escorted them outside around the side of the building. I could sense their curiosity. "Ok fellas," I started, "I wish to thank you all for my election to president last month. I know I left early, but things in my life are a little messed up right now. The last thing I would ever want is for my personal life to infringe upon the lodge. Unfortunately, things have already happened which do infringe upon the group. I'm taking steps to fix that problem, and now I need your help." I stopped to take a breath and calm myself down. "I need to do something different. Our lodge meeting is scheduled for next week as usual, but I would like to host it at my house. But, and this is a big but, I only want you who are here now to attend. I know we didn't have a complete meeting last month because a lot of people weren't in town. We need to have one, but not this month. I will appreciate it if you don't tell anyone else about this change. Unfortunately, I have been put into the position of talking to only these few of you. I feel as though I can trust you to keep quiet about this. I don't like doing this because some feelings will be hurt and could cause a rift in our lodge. After the meeting next week, I will make the time to personally visit all lodge members if at all possible. If anyone calls you about a rumor, please squash the rumor and tell them that nothing has changed. I owe you all an explanation for this and I apologize for not telling you now. I will give the whole story to you at the house next week. I thank you for your trust and good will. Are there any questions?" Two of the guys had doubting looks on their faces, but everybody agreed with this one time change. Thank goodness they didn't decide to throw me out of office right then and there. I made a point of shaking everyone's hand and thanking them for their cooperation. I worked three hours overtime that day. When I got home, Pam was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me. "Well, I'm glad to see you made it home safely. Just how much money are we spending on this trip? These past few weeks I know I've been putting in extra time at work, but you have been working the most. Tell me, is this trip going to happen or will we end up spending the money for hospital bills when you give yourself a heart attack?" I stepped to the sink and got a glass of water, then I sat down across from her. "I will be working through this weekend and all of next week. This will be the final pay period I can get any extra money. The money in the account is more than enough to cover the tickets, but this last bit will be for souvenirs and just having fun." I drank the water while watching her. I decided to push the envelope a little. Out of the blue I asked her, "Have you seen Kevin lately? I haven't heard anything from him in quite a while. His divorce with Josie should be finished sometime real soon. Has she said anything at work?" I added that last to be catty. I'll give her credit, she is really good. She almost looked normal when she answered, "It was finished a couple of weeks ago. I guess Josie is moving out of town. She turned in her notice at the office Monday and will be gone before the first of next month. Brenda and I will handle the load until we get a replacement for Josie." "Oh, does that mean you will be working overtime now to cover her work? What happens if you don't get a replacement for her. Will that change our cruise plans?" I asked innocently. I really didn't have any plans to go on a cruise with this piece of gutter trash. She can stay here and rot for all I care. "Well duh," she answered. "The paperwork has to be fixed and filed or nobody gets paid. No, I don't see a problem with going on the cruise, but I won't be getting home until real late until then. I guess you will have to go back on a fast food diet since you can't cook." Touché. "Well, since I don't smell anything burning, let's go to the diner and eat tonight." After a short pause, she said, "Sure, why not. Get out of the house." I didn't bother mentioning she'd been out of the house all day. With any luck, she wouldn't be calling this her house for too much longer. We watched tv when we got back home, then went to bed. No sex again. At least she stopped bothering me for it. I was sure she was getting more than enough from Kevin and whoever else. Lodge night finally arrived. I hadn't heard anything from the lodge members about rumors, so it looked as though my deception was still working. I hoped so. I got dressed to leave as I normally did, but I circled the block and sat up the street until I saw the house lights go off. A few minutes later I pulled back into the garage and closed the door. I went out back to the peep hole to check out the scene. I spotted Kevin lying on the chaise lounge. Then Pam came out of the house, naked, and moved to straddle Kevin's hips. I noticed she had shaved her pussy bald. Not even a racing stripe anymore. "Come on, baby," Kevin said. "Just hop right up here on Kevin's big dick. The others will be coming soon and I want mine before they get any. You still not fucking your loser wimp husband as I told you? Ahhh, yeah, just hold it there for a moment." "Kevin, I've told you a million times that James isn't a wimp. Lucky for you that I keep him under control or you would be in the hospital for a very long time. Now, shut the fuck up and let me get going. I have a couple of things I want to try out this time. I've had a cock in my ass and pussy at the same time, but tonight I want to see if I can get two cocks in my pussy or ass at the same time. You know, really stretch those holes out. I don't know who that big dicked bastard was last time, but damn it hurt. If I can get stretched out before he gets here, I might get him to last longer." That was it. I couldn't stand any more of their prattle. Nice that she defended me. They would both find out tonight just how not a wimp I really was. I went back into the house and set the living room up for the meeting. Half an hour later, everyone had showed up. Jimmy showed up with his video camera and Timmy showed up last. He'd been arranging things with the police department. I called the meeting to order. The minutes from the previous month's meeting were read. I asked for old business and we deferred our discussion for the charity parade for another month until we had more members present. With no other old business, I asked for new business and there weren't any. I heard a voice call for ending the meeting and it was seconded. The meeting was over. Freddy stood up and addressed the group, "Ok, James. Now we have finished our business, would you please tell us what is going on?" I motioned him back to his seat, then I laid out everything I knew. I told them about Pam and Steve at the motel and what the clerk said about Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I told them about the conversation I overheard last month. I told them what Jimmy and I had done and found out that same night. That's when I told them about the lodge members who were out of town that night. They were next door fucking my wife and I had the pictures to prove it. Then I introduced Timmy as my divorce lawyer and gave him the floor. "Thanks James," he started. "I've been meaning to join a civic group or a lodge like this and after researching the different lodges and their various goals, I would like to join this one. We can go over all the paperwork and particulars later. For right now, I'm going to describe what has been arranged." He paused for a drink and then continued, "First off, for those who don't know it, Pam is next door on the patio fucking whoever shows up to fuck her. This subterfuge for the meeting location change was my idea. The people in this room we know have not been fucking Pam. As you can see from the attendance tonight, not too many of us can make that claim and James has pictures for proof. I prepared the divorce papers for James last month, but we have been holding off serving them. I like to do the best for my clients as possible. One of the things James told me was about Kevin and his empty vase for the hundred dollar bills. That makes Kevin a pimp. That makes Pam a prostitute. Additionally, that makes Kevin's house a house of ill repute. Prostitution is illegal, as we all know, but all businesses must pay their taxes. Yes, I notified the IRS."