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New Year's Grieve

By: StangStar06



 Hey Folks, it's a new year, hopefully it will be one full of joy and happiness for all of us. There are so many things to look forward to. There's a new platform out there, the first normal production run Mustang with an independent rear suspension. I love the back of the car, but the rest may just take me a little time. I'm excited about the engine choices that are going to be possible, especially in a year or two when the standard GT gets 500 horsepower. I'm also excited to have the great Barney-R working with me and hopefully we can continue to write stories that you guys want to read. My plan this year is to mix it up a bit more. I think I Got a little stale last year because of my heavy duty schedule and all of my exams. So this year I want to get a bit wilder. Anyway, here's my slightly late New Year's story. But before I go, for all of you who asked about Delilah from the last story, she was based on a real person, who is out there on the internet. SS06

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    "Holy Shit! Something is going on," said Peggy loudly beside me. 

    As we watched the dance floor, I wondered again what she was talking about. It seemed to me that Peggy just fuckin' talked too much. Everyone talked about New Year's resolutions. Perhaps the best resolution for me would be to stop listening to Peggy, and to stop hanging out with her. 

    It was just like me to spend New Year's Eve, grieving for what I had lost. What made my grief worse was that I had caused it myself. My addiction had ruined my life as surely as if I had just thrown it all away. Like a gambler betting his life savings on one roll of a casino's loaded dice. Just me and Peggy on a New Year's Grieve. 

  It was, in fact, her idea for us to come to this boring party. Everyone around us seemed to be laughing and dancing and talking. They all seemed to be having a good time too. Peggy and I watched it all from our table on the edge of the room. 

   I wish that I could say that our table was exclusive. Well ... In a way I could. There was no one at our table except Peggy and me. Not that we planned it. No one seemed to have any interest in dancing with us, or partying with us. They seemed to be more interested in pointing at us when they thought we weren't listening. 

   I was sure that they were whispering about us. How dare we show our faces here? The party we were at was our small Michigan town's New Year's Eve blowout. 

   I suppose there was a time when I would have enjoyed this party immensely. There was a time when I would be there among the party goers, wearing my own silly hat, and holding on to my husband for all I was worth. 

   There was a time when I would have been pretending to dance among all the others and screaming at the top of my lungs. I say pretending to dance because all I ever did was move my feet while rubbing my pussy against Gary as hard as I could. 

   To me, the best thing about the party was always what came afterwards when we got home. Both of our kids were born nine months after New Year's Eve parties. 

   Maryanne was conceived in our living room. We couldn't wait to get upstairs. Gary had just ripped my dress off of me and fucked me on the floor with the door standing open where anyone passing by could have seen us. 

   And two years later, with Benny it was even worse. Gary had just dragged me outside of the hall and around to the side of the building. He had pushed me against the wall, pulled my dress up, and fucked me in the cold night air.

    It was supposed to just be a quickie, to take the edge off of the desire we had built up while dancing. However, we got so into to it that I ended up on the ground on all fours with my ass in the air, while Gary slammed his dick in me and mauled my tits. 

    God I miss those days. My sigh of frustration catches Peggy's attention. 

    "I know you hate her, but ..." began Peggy. 

    "Peggy, if you say one God Damned thing about that bitch, I'll walk out the fuckin' door and leave you here alone," I snapped, interrupting her. The anger of my delivery caught her by surprise. 

    I looked across the floor to see her, but focused on someone else instead. Someone I could never look away from. 

    The first time I saw Gary, was at his company's Christmas party. He was twenty-five years old and was just starting with the company as an engineer. It was his first party for the company, and he didn't know anyone there. He was so shy and so uncomfortable that I took pity on him. 

    I was working the party as a server. My job was to keep glasses of drinks available to the crowd. Even though we were not supposed to fraternize with the customers, I couldn't resist him. 

    By the end of the night, I had handed him a last beer with what I thought was a dazzling smile. "Make sure you use that napkin," I said. He looked at me as clueless as ever. 

    Luckily for me, I was halfway across the room when he discovered that I had written my name and phone number down on the napkin. "Cool," he yelled so loudly that everyone in the room turned to look at him. 

    I continued serving drinks as if I had no idea what was going on. I saw my supervisor looking at him just as everyone else was. "Maybe we should stop serving that guy alcohol," I said. She just nodded. But I noticed that she had a big smile on her face. Gary's enthusiasm and pure joy were so contagious that it infected everyone around him. 

   Less than a week later we were dating. Less than a month later, we were an item. Less than a year later, we were married. And every second with him has been precious. 

    I've often told people that Gary was made for me. He was my perfect match. He was so devoted to me and our children that I was sure that we would never be apart. 

    Our years together only served to prove me right. He was a great father, a devoted husband and I loved him more as time went on. 

    Our life together was a happy one. We bought the house of our dreams and loved our neighborhood. Our neighbors were all great people too. Some of them had their quirks, but as a whole, it was a wonderful place to live and a great place for our kids to grow up. 

    "Hey," said Peggy. "Do you think I should go and ask one of the shy guys to dance?" 

    "Peggy, you're a grown woman. Do whatever you want," I said. 

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    Gary 

    It always seems to come out of nowhere, or at least, it seems to hit you when you're not looking. "IT" can be trouble, or betrayal, or pain, or sudden death. "IT" can also be luck or unexpected success. Sometimes it can even be love. 

    I really believe that I'm in love. I have all of the symptoms. That dizzy feeling when I look into her eyes; check. That surety that she is the most wonderful creature that God put on this earth; check. That desire to protect her and to kill anyone who tries to come between us; I have that too. And most importantly, that belief that she feels the same way about me and would never hurt me? I have that in spades. 

   However, as I prepare myself to knock her socks off, I hesitate. No one knows what I'm about to do. And there are a few people here who know and understand the significance of the place and the timing of the event. But even those few in the know illuminati as it were, have no idea what I've planned. 

   I wonder for the last time, if I should do this. Will it really make everything better? It'll make your relationship so much better, they say. I've also heard that it will supercharge your emotional connections by taking out the doubts. 

   My hesitation isn't based on any amount of doubts, no matter how small, that I have over being in love. Shit, I'm an expert on being in love. As I look across the floor, my eyes see Carol and her friend Peggy. A bit of bitterness still causes my stomach to churn as I see her. 

    It was Carol who taught me how to love someone. I won't go into how we got together or how our life together has been. I won't talk about our children, and I also won't talk about how we expected to be spending our remaining years of life, or the way we intended someday to spend our retirement years. Let's just stick to how we are now and how we got that way. 

   Carol and I had been married for twenty years. That was roughly two years ago. It was just before Christmas; Carol got that weird strain of the flu that had been going around. She was as sick as a dog. So naturally, being a devoted husband who worshiped the ground his wife walked on, I stayed home from work to take care of her until she was feeling better. 

    Both of our kids were out of the house by then. Maryanne was married, with a home, well an apartment anyway, of her own. And Benny was away at college. Carol had taken a part-time job, working in the local hospital's records and administrative division, and that was probably where she had picked up the virus. 

   While she was sick, she didn't have much of an appetite. It was all I could do to get her to try to force some soup down her throat. It took plenty of guilt trips and teen romance-like declarations of love to get her to consume even that. I knew damned well that the woman loved me after all of those years. So telling her that if she really loved me, she would eat her soup just seemed moronic and unnecessary. However, it was what I did. 

   All she really wanted was for me to sit by the bed with her and hold her hand. The medicine, her doctor told us, would make her better sooner, also put her to sleep in no time. She slept most of the first couple of days. So like any good husband, during her periods of lucidity, I asked her questions about what she wanted to eat. Then I slipped out to the market while she was out and bought her plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables, because they were what she seemed to crave. 

    It was on one of those excursions to the market that I ran into Misti Clark. When we had first moved into our neighborhood, Misti and her husband, Steve, had been among our friends. However, it had been months since I'd seen either of them. 

    They seemingly disappeared from our social circle. Misti was a tiny almost bird-like woman that I had never paid much attention to. To be honest, I really didn't pay much attention to any woman except for Carol. 

    But as I watched Misti that morning, seeing her from time to time as I moved about the market, I noticed a lot of things about her. The first was that her face was far prettier than I had ever given her credit for. The second was that for a woman of our age, that is approaching forty or in her early forties, Misti was very toned. 

    I vaguely remembered running into her several times at local 5K and 10K races, but as I said we had never been the kind of people to chat with each other. 

   Her shapely, well formed calves and muscular legs were highlighted by the yoga pants, she wore that morning. Her flat tummy and small but perky breasts could have belonged to a much younger woman. 

   Carol, on the other hand, was a much bigger woman. She had big boobs, a big soft butt that I loved squeezing on and thick legs to match them. Maybe Carol could have lost a few pounds but most of the men we knew, looked at her like starving dogs looked at a steak. 

   But surprisingly, I found myself sneaking glances at her every time I saw her in the market. "Don't bother, she won't talk to you," said Sheila Phillips over my shoulder. 

   "Since she and Steve divorced; she doesn't really talk to anyone," she continued. I'd had no idea that the two of them split up. As I continued through the market, I found myself thinking about divorces, and how she must feel. I wondered why they had split up. I also wondered how such a thing had been seemingly kept a secret in our small town. 

    Oh, we had our share of wildness and weirdos, but we were pretty much a close-knit group of families. So what happened to most of us was pretty much common knowledge. 

    For instance, there was a dedicated group of swingers in our town. They weren't militant about it. They didn't insist that everyone joined them. It was kind of casual. They dropped hints and if you were like minded, you were allowed to join their get togethers. Of course, any party in our small town was open to pretty much everyone. So a lot of people, who didn't swing, also went to the parties. 

   If you weren't a swinger, you simply stayed away from the bedrooms and stayed on the main floor or in the yard. From what I'd been told, it was couples only and only consensual. In other words, no single men were allowed. However, in this case, no single women were allowed either. 

   In rare cases, a married person with permission from their spouse, who showed up with a partner could also participate. I guess that rule helped when one partner in a marriage wanted to swing, and the other didn't. However, having permission from the spouse made sure that those activities weren't likely to cause problems. 

    Carol and I had been very heavily recruited. We'd heard all of the usual crap about how sometimes having sex with someone other than your spouse, helped to spice things up. We heard about how it sometimes helped to save marriages that were becoming stale. Another good one was how making sex simply a normal human bodily function that was totally separated from love actually strengthened the love between two people. And finally there was the supposed fact that sex was simply a physical activity and didn't necessarily have to be connected with love. I never liked that 'sometimes' kept creeping into their responses. It didn't sound all that appealing to me. 

    I had laughed at all of those and refused to take any of them seriously. So after a while they simply realized that we weren't interested. Misti and Steve were another couple who were not participating. 

    I often joked with Carol that she could have ruined that club. "Honey, if they ever got a look at your tits, all of those guys would be fighting over you," I told her. "They'd have to break up the club." 

    "Gary, you're too silly," she always said. "Nobody wants this body except you." 

    I was so lost in my thoughts that I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. And naturally, the person I crashed into was the person I was thinking about. 

     "Sorry, Misti," I said. I pulled our shopping carts apart. 

    "It's Okay, Gary," she said. "I know what you're going through. I was lost when I first found out too. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it does get better. It just takes time. You merely have to give yourself time to realize that you didn't do anything wrong. Hang in there. If you need someone to talk to who knows what you're going through, give me a call." 

    She just walked away after that, leaving me standing there wondering what the fuck she was talking about. 

    "Holy shit," said the ever nosey Sheila. "In almost a year, I have never seen that woman talk to anyone. What did you say to her?" 

    "I didn't say anything," I said. "She did all of the talking. Sheila, do you have any idea why she and Steve split up?"

    "Not a clue," said Sheila. "They kept everything on the QT. They even went to an out-of-town divorce lawyer. She got the house, but that's normally the way those things work out, I guess. Say, if you hear anything, let me know, okay?" 

     That conversation with Misti, stayed with me. The whole situation made no sense. She was so pretty and so nice. I just couldn't think of any reason that any man would divorce her. 

     I went home to my own sleeping beauty. When I got home, she was still asleep. I sat down beside her, but I just couldn't stop thinking about that perplexing conversation I'd had with Misti. 

    The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed. A few minutes after I settled into my chair to think about it, Carol woke up. 

    "Honey, where'd you go?" she asked.

    "Only to the supermarket to get some things for my favorite girl," I said. 

    "I'd better be your only girl," she smirked. 

    "You always have been and you always will be," I said. That got a smile out of her. I fed her more soup and she settled down to try to fall asleep again. Her color had improved, and she was talking more; that made me feel better too. But for some reason, there was an itch in the back of my head that needed to be scratched. 

    "Carol, while I was at the market, I ran into Misti Clark," I said. Her eyes popped open immediately, and her hand clutched mine tighter. Her entire body stiffened. 

    Suddenly, I was even more on edge. Whatever was going on, Carol knew something about it. 

    "Did you know that she and Steve were divorced?" I asked. The tension in her body increased even more. Although she was pretending to be trying to get back to sleep, I knew that her yawns were fake. I just didn't know why. However, I had a feeling. My gut told me that this was one of those girl-feuds. Women were forever deciding that they didn't like each other. And sometimes it was because one woman didn't like another woman's friends. 

    I was really sure that it had something to do with Peggy. I really didn't like Peggy much either. She was a whore. I hated Carol being friends with her, but it wasn't up to me to pick my wife's friends. 

    I waited for Carol to tell me how Misti hated Peggy. However, she didn't say a word. Her entire face tightened. 

    "So what did you and Misti talk about," she asked. 

    "Nothing really," I said. "I got the feeling that there was something she wanted to tell me, but she didn't seem to talk much." 

    "Honey, I've heard bad things about Misti," said Carol. "I don't know why she and Steve got a divorce. However, I've heard that she isn't very friendly anymore. I want you to stay away from her. I think she went crazy." 

    A couple of days later, with the worst effects of the flu over with, Carol seemed strong enough for me to go back to work. There was only a skeleton crew in order to work on projects that had to be completed early in the new year. 

    I went out for lunch alone. My intention was to grab a sandwich, but it didn't quite work out. I was heading for my car when a woman jogged past me. All I saw was long tanned legs and a tight butt. My mouth dropped open. Surprisingly though, she turned to look at me and stopped running. It was Misti. 

    "How are you holding up?" she asked. 

    "Misti, I don't understand what I'm supposed to be holding up from," I said. 

    "Didn't you get a divorce too?" she asked. 

    "Why would I?" I asked in confusion. 

    "Never mind," she said. "I've already said too much. Sorry, Gary, you're a really nice man. You deserve better." And then she just ran away leaving me there confused. 

    For the rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on work. When I went home, I tried to act normal, but I was on edge. I found myself watching everything Carol did. After dinner, I went out to the garage to work on my latest project. 

    I was doing a full-on resto-mod of a 1967 Mustang Fastback. My intention was to slightly streamline the body. I wanted to keep the same feel but in a more modern interpretation of the classic. I also wanted thoroughly to update the engine and drive train. Of course, I was also going to gut the interior and make it more up to date. 

    At this point, I was still disassembling the car. Normally, I might've invited a couple of friends to come over and hang out, but I really wanted to think. 

    About a half hour into the work I heard the phone ring. It rang a few times before Carol answered it. I never considered picking the phone up. Usually if anyone called on our landline it was for Carol. Anyone who called me, called my cell phone. 



New Year's Grieve



It was probably Peggy. She called my wife at least three times a day. I picked up the extension and confirmed that it was Peggy. 

    The two of them were having a heated conversation. 

    "... the hell did he run into her?" asked Peggy. 

    "I have no idea," said Carol. "But under the terms of the divorce, she isn't supposed to talk to anyone about it." 

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

    "I'm going to call Steve and tell him to put a leash on his ex," said Carol angrily.  "That tight assed bitch already got us kicked out of the club and ruined her own marriage. Now she wants to fuck mine up too." 

    "So have you given any thought to my idea?" asked Peggy. "Come on this is going to be a once in a lifetime thing." 

    "There's simply no way I could swing it," said Carol. "And to be truthful, I'm not sure I'd want to." 

    "You know you're thinking about it," laughed Peggy. "Talk to ya later." 

   As they both hung up the phone, I was filled with more rage than I had ever felt at any time in my life. I threw a wrench across the garage. It was a good thing that the garage was made of cinder blocks. The wrench bounced back and knocked several car wash products off of a nearby shelf. 

   "Gary, Honey are you alright?" called Carol from somewhere in the house. 

   "Better than ever," I said. And I meant it. "Honey, I'm having trouble getting some of these parts to come loose," I yelled. "I'm going out to buy an easy-out." 

   I knew she had no idea what an easy-out was actually used for, or that I already had several of them. 

   "Isn't it kind of late," she asked. "Maybe you should wait until tomorrow." 

   "Auto Zone is open until nine," I said. I grabbed my keys and headed for the driveway. I got into my current daily driver, a 2009 Mustang GT. That car was paid off, and since I was really happy with it. I had started the 67 as a hobby project. 

    First, I drove around the block to see my neighbors, Chris and Emily Green. They owned the house directly behind mine, and we often talked across the back yard fence. They also often jumped the fence and used our pool. 

    I knocked gently on the door, and it was answered by Emily. When she saw that it was me, she allowed her robe to open up a bit more. 

    "So what brings you by on this fine winter evening?" she asked. Her voice reminded me of Mae West. "Why didn't ya just hop the fence?" 

    "Em, you should probably bring Chris down for this," I said seriously. She nodded and called up to her husband. He came down the stairs, and we shook hands. 

    "Look guys, we've been friends and neighbors for a long time," I began. "So with that as a starting point, I'm asking you for the truth. Tonight, I overheard a conversation between my wife and her best friend, the town slut, that led me to believe that Carol was a member of your club and...." They looked at each other, and Emily interrupted me. 

    "I kind of figured this would come out sooner or later," she said. "Look Gary, like you put it; we've been friends for a long time. I almost feel like you're a part of my family, and I feel really bad about what happened, but we are not at fault here. We're as much of a victim in all of this as you are. 

    "Gary, we have rules that are designed just to prevent this type of thing from happening. They lied to us and falsified documents and...." 

    "Emily, calm down," I said soothingly. "I'm not here to blame anyone. I just want to know what happened." 

   "Okay, Carol came to see us," said Emily. "She told us that the two of you were having uhm ... A lull of desire and wanted to spice things up a bit. I was excited because the thought of you joining us ... Well anyway, she told me that she wanted to join but with a different partner, and that you were fully on board with it. Needless to say I was disappointed. She told us that you were having issues with your plumbing and that her membership would be temporary while you were being treated. 

    "We've had cases like that before, and it really is a good solution. That way, she could experience a host of different partners and wouldn't have to worry about becoming attached to any of them emotionally. Our rules prohibit any type of romantic or emotional attachments. 

   "So we gave her a form to have you fill out. And I asked her to have you call us. She told me that you were embarrassed about the whole thing, but she was sure that you would sign the form. I asked her also to bring a copy of your signature on a check, or a bill or some other type of legal document for comparison. But for the most part, I believed her. I mean we've been friends for years. We see each other on an almost daily basis. Why would she lie? 

    "When she first showed up for one of our parties, it made sense. She was with Steve Clark. Steve had wanted to join us for years. His wife, Misti, on the other hand, was kind of shy and standoffish. I'm sure she's a nice woman, but from the second, she found out about our lifestyle, she began to avoid us. She acted like I'm some sort of whore. I've always thought that she was frigid or sexually repressed. 

    "So the combination of Carol and Steve, both of whom had permission from their spouses made sense. Anyway, to make a very long story short, almost a year after they joined I got a call from a lawyer. She threatened to make our whole club public and name Chris and I, and all the other members of the club in a divorce case. It turned out that Misti had not only NOT given her husband permission to participate, but she was divorcing him for serial infidelity. Your wife was also going to be sued for actions leading to the dissolution of the marriage. 

   "We kicked both of them out, and banned them both. From what I understand nothing ever came of it. Steve and Misti settled before anything went to court. She got the house, her car, and a huge amount of alimony in addition to half of their savings and checking accounts. She also gets half of Steve's pension. And get this, her alimony lasts until Steve retires, or she remarries. Steve also has to pay the mortgage on the house. That bitch made out like a bandit. 

    "We kept the whole thing as quiet as possible, so none of the innocent family members were hurt or embarrassed. I think you've probably noticed that while Chris and I are still friendly with you; we barely speak to Carol and never without you. 

   "We've heard lately though that Carol and that whore she hangs out with have been hosting a few parties themselves with a variety of single men. From what we've heard it's mostly Peggy, but Carol does participate occasionally. Gary, I'm really sorry." I just nodded. After taking a few moments to compose myself, I looked at her. 

    "Em, thanks for telling me," I said. My calm voice and steady gaze were all an act. I was far angrier than I had ever been in my life. I knew what my next step was, and it would not be pretty. 

   I called a friend of mine, Joe Clark. Joe worked for the same company I did. I was an engineering component designer, and Joe was a CNC programmer. Joe was also Steve's brother. 

    "Hey Joe," I said into the phone. "I need to talk to your bro about some of Benny's grades during his last year of school. Some of those classes were supposedly college-prep classes that counted towards his first year. Why the hell do I have to pay for him to take those same classes all over again?" 

    "Gary, I don't need to hear about it," he said. "I've been saving every nickel I can, and I'm still terrified about how much school is going to cost for my twins. Fill me in on whatever you find out so I'll know too." He gave me Steve's new address. 

    "Hey, Joe, Steve makes pretty good money as the principal at the high school doesn't he? Why the hell is he living in an apartment?" 

    "He and Misti split up a while back, and she got the house in their divorce settlement. Steve has to pay the mortgage and pay her alimony. That bitch really stuck it to him. The way I heard it, she just woke up one morning and asked him for a divorce. He was devastated. There are rumors that she's a lesbian. You'd think she would have told him something like that BEFORE she married him. I think she set him up." 

    Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of a building that did not house the best apartments in town. The apartments there mostly catered to people who had lower incomes, and we're just starting out in life. They weren't slums. They were well kept up and most of the people who lived in them were college students or people who had recently moved to town and had not yet established themselves.

    I found out which apartment he was in by looking at the mailboxes. A guy coming out of the elevator held the security door open for me, and I went up to Steve's place on the third floor. I took the stairs two at a time, but it didn't burn off any of the energy I got from my anger. 

    I knocked on Steve's door. He answered it by opening it up a crack. I saw a thick security chain across the gap. 

   "Gary?" he asked. "What do you want? My brother called me and said that you needed some information about Benny's classes. Those were college-prep classes, he said. They weren't college credit classes. They don't transfer." 

   "Steve, what I want is for you to open this fucking door before I take it down," I hissed. 

   "Gary, I'm calling the police," he said. 

   "Here," I said. "Use my phone. I've already punched in 911. All you have to do is hit the call button. But remember once the police get here; they'll want to ask why I was here. And once I tell them that I wanted to talk to you about why you fucked my wife; I'm not sure how long you'll have your job. This is a small town. I'm not sure they'll like the idea of an adulterer running the high school and guiding all of those impressionable kids. As a ..."

   Before I could finish he had opened the door. 

    "Jeezus, Gary, not so loud," he said. "Someone might hear you. You could ruin my career."

   "You mean the way you ruined my marriage," I said, stepping inside of his small apartment. "You mean the way you ruined my life and my kids' lives and even affected any grand kids I'll have." He just looked at the floor. 

   "Look Gary, I am so sorry," he said. "But it takes two to tango. The person you should really be upset with is Carol. And your marriage isn't ruined. You two are still together. You'll be fine. In time, you'll forget all about this. Do you know what I'm going through? I'm paying for it. Believe me; I am paying for what I did." 

   My first punch snapped his head back so fast he didn't realize what had happened. My second blow knocked him backwards out of his chair. Then I started kicking him. I kicked him in his face several times and worked my way down his body. I kicked him in his stomach and his back and his nuts and down both legs. He had long since stopped trying to resist. He was unconscious. 

    I made a cup of coffee and sat in a chair to wait for him. I made sure that he was still breathing. One of my kicks to his head must have knocked him out. 

    When he awoke, I was leaning over him. 

    "Steve, you will tell no one what happened to you," I said. "No one. Do you understand me?" He nodded his head weakly. 

    "Carol is going to call you. You will not tell her that I know about the two of you. Right now, she has no idea that I know. She is going to warn you to put some pressure on Misti. I ran into Misti at the market today. But, Misti didn't actually tell me anything. Carol did. When I told her that I had seen Misti, Carol freaked out, and I overheard one of her phone calls to Peggy. She talked about getting kicked out of our local swingers club, so I spoke to Emily and Chris. They were the ones who told me. 

    If you value your career at all, you should never tell anyone what happened between us. I'll have you run out of this town so fast you won't believe it. But as long as you keep your mouth shut, you and I are done, okay." 

    "Okay," he slurred. "Gary, I really am sorry." 

    "Steve, one more thing," I said. "I really have to know. Misti is about five years younger than Carol. She's prettier. She's thinner. She's ..." 

    "She's boring," he spat. "I've known her since she was only twenty years old. I was her first. She isn't frigid. She gave me sex and pretty frequently. But it was always the same. She must've read too many romance novels when she was growing up. She wants candles, cards, and hugs; no experimentation and no other partners. To her sex and love are the same thing. If I even looked at another woman she'd burst out in tears. 

    Carol has those big old tits; Misti's tits would fit in a tea cup with room left over. Carol could take on three guys and still be ready for more. After doing it once or twice, Misti needed to be held for hours, and then she wanted to fuckin' talk. She's an old woman in a thirty-year-old body. I wish I had never married her. Like I said before, boy am I paying for it." 

     I went home then. I went straight back to the garage. Carol came out to see what was going on. She hovered around me, wearing nothing but a robe. I had so many things on my mind. I was sure that Carol was paying Misti some kind of settlement too. About eight months ago just before Benny graduated and left for college, Carol had taken a part-time job. 

     She told me that she just needed something to do since the kids were both out of the house. I had often joked about how little money she actually made. However, I was pretty sure now that I had all of the facts that Carol was paying most of her salary to Misti for the lawsuit. 

     "Honey, when are you coming to bed," asked Carol. Normally, I'd have been on her the second the words left her mouth. Normally, it was all I could do to keep my hands off of those big old titties that Steve had talked about. 

    "I'll be in soon," I said. She frowned as she walked back into the house. I watched her go wondering how stupid I had to have been not to have ever noticed what she'd been doing. 

    The next day I got up early and went to work. Carol was disappointed that I was going to work again. I didn't actually go to work though. I left the house at the same time I would have if I was going to work. I went to a local electronics store and picked up a few things. And then I went to visit Chris and Em again. 

    I got the name of the lawyer Misti had used in her divorce. I called and got an appointment for later that day. 

    I went home at lunch time. I told Carol that I had missed her and just wanted to see her. After a few kisses that almost made me gag, I got her to make me something for lunch. While she did that, I installed the recording device that I'd bought earlier in the day, on the phone. I also stuck a couple of tiny cameras around the house. 

    When I left the house, I went to the lawyer's office. We had an interesting meeting. Before I left she told me that she could easily handle my case and could give me a discount because a lot of the legal work had already been done. She also told me that the facts of Misti's divorce, including Carol's part in it were already a part of the court record, so I could easily prove infidelity without having to lift a finger. 

   "So don't go out and do anything stupid," she told me. 

    "What makes you think I would do something stupid?" I asked. 

    "Two things," she said. "You work as an engineer, right?" 

    "Yep," I said. "But that doesn't mean that I ..." 

    "So why do your knuckles look all busted up like you work as a bouncer?" She asked. 

    "Okay, what's number two," I asked her. 

    "The look on your face," she said. "You look like you really loved your wife, and all of this has devastated you. It looks like you want to hurt someone for the pain you're going through. In situations like this men need to prove that they're still manly. They do that by beating the crap out of the men who took what was theirs. In your case, you could end up in jail and realistically what they got was freely given. I've only seen that look on a person's face once before, and it didn't turn out well." 

    "When was that?" I asked. 

    "Misti," she said. "I know it's hard to believe, but she used to be a really nice woman. She was a little bit shy, but she was sweet. She grew up in the country on a farm. All she ever wanted was to have a man who loved her that she could love back. What her husband did tore her apart. I tried to become friends with her, but she doesn't talk to anyone, ever. It's a shame really." 

    "I know how she feels," I said. 

    Over the next few days, I checked the phone recordings daily. It wasn't until December 29th that I heard something I could use though. 

    "Carol you have to find a way to come," said Peggy. "This is going to be special. I got Fred, Barney, Larry, Curly, Moe, and Joe coming. I even got Shemp to agree to drop by, but he can't stay for very long. He's going to be at Emily's party with his wife. Can you believe he's sneaking out of a swingers bash to come to our little party? Fred is supposedly going to bring a few of the guys he works with. It would be so much better if you were there." 

    "Peggy, unlike you, I have a husband at home. I have no idea what we're doing for New Year's Eve," said Carol. "He asked me yesterday if I wanted to go to Chris and Emily's party. That would be a disaster. Half of the people in their little club still hate me. One of them would probably start flapping their lips, and I could lose Gary. The later the evening went on the bigger the chances that one of them would get drunk and start talking. 

    Shit, we probably won't do anything. We'll probably sit home like two old people and watch TV." 

    That gave me an idea. The first thing was that I knew all of the guys she had mentioned. The next day, another fake work day I put my plans into action. 

    I went to visit Fred first. I waited for him to leave his apartment and followed him. Fred was a construction worker. He was divorced and also worked as the coach of our town's little league baseball team. 

    I caught him just as he was about to get into his truck. I tapped him on the shoulder, and as he spun to see who had tapped him, I hit him as hard as I could. If I was expecting a fight, I was disappointed. 

    "Okay, here take the money," he said. "It's only twenty two dollars. You can have it." Then he looked at me. 

    "Gary, what the fuck? I think you broke my jaw," he whined. "What did I ever do to you?"

    "How many times," I screamed. 

    "Okay, look," he said. "It was only a couple of times a season. But it was for the good of the team. If I had let your kid play, we would have lost for sure. The kid can't hit a bus stopped at a traffic light. Let alone a fast ball. And Gary even you have to admit he throws like a girl. It's not your fault. I was his God Damned coach but I..." 

    I slapped him with the back of my hand, shutting him up. "I'm not talking about baseball asshole," I said. "How many times did you fuck Carol?" He paled instantly. 

   "Gary, I'm sorry, man," he whined. "After my divorce, I was lonely. I was desperate. So I went to see Peggy. Shit, I only did it on the QT. Peggy is the biggest whore in town. No one wants anybody to know they fuck Peggy, but half of the guys in town have. Carol was there once or twice. She isn't like Peggy; she just did it for some variety. She doesn't let a guy kiss her. She won't suck anybody's dick, and she doesn't let them fuck her ass either. I didn't want to hurt you Gary, but it was pussy. 

    "Come on guy. Name one guy who wouldn't screw some other dude's wife if he thought no one would find out." 




New Year's Grieve



"Me," I said. "Fred, you have two choices. The first is that I go ahead and name you in my divorce. I drag your name through the mud. You lose your job coaching the little league team and every shred of respect you've ever had in this town. Isn't your boss the mayor's brother? Ooh that won't look good for you will it?" 

    His eyes were filled with terror at the thought of what I suggested. "Or you do exactly what I tell you to. You keep telling Peggy and Carol that you'll be at their little party, and you'll do whatever they want. You feed me all of the information on where it will be held at and when. And then on the day that it goes down, you avoid all the problems I'm about to cause everyone there. Afterwards, I forget everything I know about you and we have a clean slate. Nevertheless, if you warn Peggy or Carol or any of the others attending this little fuckfest all bets are off." 

   "I'll take what's behind door number two," he said. "I'll call you as soon as they call me with further details. Gary, can I go to work? I'm already going to be late." 

    I just turned and walked away from him. 

    I caught Barney, just as he was leaving work that afternoon. My first punch didn't take Barney down. In fact, he hit me back. He caught me a glancing blow across my cheek that even further enraged me. I grabbed his arm as he tried to swing at me again and slammed him into the ground. I guess he expected me to try to dive on top of him and start punching him, like they do on TV. Fuck that. I kicked him in the ribs as hard as I could. I was sure I felt one or two of them snap. He was having trouble breathing and held his hands up. 

    "Gary wait," he said. "I've already had one heart attack. I'm having trouble breathing. Are you trying to kill me? Can we talk about this?" 

    "Talk about what," I asked. 

    "Come on Gary. You're a good guy. Don't treat me like I'm stupid," he said. "You and I have never uttered a harsh word to each other. The only thing that could have you coming after me like this is Carol, right?" 

     "You got it on the first guess," I said. "The thing I don't understand is why? Like you said, we've never been enemies. And while we're not close, you're someone I'd have considered you a friend. Why would you do something like that to me?" 

    "Gary, I guess it's like that old saying, "A hard dick has no conscience," he said. "Look, I know that nothing I say is going to make this right. I'll leave town. Let me finish out the work week and I'll quit work Monday morning." 

    "Why the hell would you do that?" I asked. 

    "Gary, Carol means nothing to me. It was sex. There's really no difference between her and Peggy to me. It was just a chance to get my dick wet. It was really bad judgment on my part and there's no excuse for it. I'm not married and after the thing with my heart last year, I was feeling mortal. And you married guys don't know how well you have it. You don't have to wonder when and where your next piece is coming from. Carol probably does whatever you want whenever you want it. I've never had that. So I have to take what I can get. But I swear I'll never touch another married woman." 

   "But why leave town?" I asked. "You were born here." 

   "Because every time I run into you or Carol from now on, you two will feel bad or at least weird. Me living here would put a big strain on your marriage," he said. 

    I was shocked. Barney was the only guy so far who had expressed any sort of concern for the marriage he had helped to destroy. 

    "Barney, I have something I want you to do," I said. "But it doesn't involve leaving town. You don't have to worry about Carol and me. We're done." 

    "What do you mean you're done," he asked. 

   "I'm going to divorce her," I said. He looked shocked. 

   "But why," he asked. He seemed to be almost as broken up over it as was. 

    "Gary, she loves you. It was only sex, for God's sake. She doesn't even let anyone kiss her. You guys have kids together. You can't be serious. Is this one of those male ego things? You don't want her anymore because some other man stuck his dick in her pussy. Gary this will kill her. I don't want to be even partially responsible for destroying a family." 

    "Barney, it's not about ego. It's about trust. It's about love," I said. "I'm never going to be able to trust her again. And I love her. This has ripped my heart out, and I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to go on. But I just can't see myself being with her anymore. Maybe, there is a little bit of ego involved. One of the things that make us people is a little bit of self-confidence or belief in ourselves. And that little bit of pride won't let me live with someone who could hurt me like this." 

    He just nodded and sat there with his head in his hands. 

    "Shit, Barney if you want her that badly, you can have her. I'm out of the picture. He suddenly looked up at me as if I was crazy. "Why the hell would I want a woman who cheats?" he asked. We both suddenly burst out laughing. 

     I explained what I wanted him to do, and we went our separate ways. 

     After that, I had one more visit to make, and it was going to be a hard one. I drove to a house that was only a few blocks away from mine. I had passed the house many times, but this was the first time in a long time that I had been close to it. I noticed that the place was making that transition from home back to house. 

    A home is a place that is welcoming and filled with love. A house is just a box to keep your shit in. 

    This house was missing something. I knocked on the door, still debating whether or not I should stay. No one came to the door. I raised my fist to knock again, but decided against it. I was just about to leave when the door opened, and there she stood. 

    There was that awkward moment of silence where neither of us said anything. Then she just opened the door and let me in. After a few halting words, the damn burst and we both poured out our pain in a conversation that only someone who has been betrayed by the person they gave all of their love to can understand. 

     We talked about the emptiness. She assured me that it never goes away, at least hers hadn't. We talked about the inability to trust people. I already had that and my divorce hadn't begun yet. 

    Finally, we talked about the need to do something. To make a declaration of some sort that says, "God damn it I'm a person, and I loved you. And you hurt me so bad that I'll never be able to love anyone again you piece of shit!" 

    It happened as soon as I said that. The corners of her mouth loosened a bit. Then they turned up just a bit. And then it just exploded out of her. A full-fledged smile that lit up the room and reminded me that without that seemingly permanent severe expression on her face, she was a really pretty woman. 

    "Misti," I said. "You got revenge against Steve. You threw him out of his house, and he's still paying for it. You took most of his money. He's living in a pathetic little apartment downtown. However, how would you like to get back at Carol?" 

     "I would love to," she said. "But the terms of my divorce and my civil suit against her prohibit me telling anyone about the role she played in ruining my marriage. No offense meant, but I hate that bitch." 

    I explained what I had planned, and her possible part in it, and she laughed again. 

    "That sounds really great," she said. "But how do you know that she's going to go? She is really cautious when it comes to your marriage." 

    All the way home I brainstormed on just that problem. So far, all Carol had done was to express the fact that she couldn't go to Peggy's party. She was adamant that the two of us would probably spend New Year's Eve together. 

    And then I had it. I realized that all I needed was to let what goes around, come around. Not only would it give Carol a possible way to go to the party; it would give me a way to avoid having sex with that whore until I could get rid of her. 

    As soon as I got home, I slipped into the house and went straight up to bed. When Carol found me, I pretended to be fast asleep. I had one of those hand warmers and kept it under my pillow. When Carol felt my forehead, she told me I was burning up. 

    "You must've given me the flu," I groaned. The next day was December 30th. I made a big show of calling in to let them know that I wouldn't be coming in. I had my iPhone in the bed with me. I could access the phone recorder through an app on it. So every time that Carol got a phone call, I could listen to it. 

    I heard and recorded Carol's talk with Barney where he told her everything he wanted to do to her. That phone call would be great to use against her in the divorce. And Barney did a great job of heating her up. He was almost too good. However, Carol had limits. Most of what he wanted to do to her, she told him he couldn't do. But she did agree to let him fuck her first. 

    By lunch time that day, I knew that it was game on. Carol came into the room and handed me a couple of pills. I recognized them as the same ones she had taken for her flu. Those pills would knock a normal person out for four hours or so. I was sure that she'd be giving them to me the following evening. 

   I pretended to take the pills and Carol watched me like a hawk. She kept looking at her watch to see how long it took me to dose off. Once I was seemingly asleep she called Peggy back and told her she would be at the party, but it was the last time she would ever do anything like it. 

   Peggy was happy, but she doubted that Carol would ever quit. 

    *   *   *   *   *   *

    Carol 

    New Year's Eve, and my poor husband was as sick as a dog. I felt extremely guilty for what I was planning. One of the things that made my guilt so awful was realizing that as a life partner, I sucked. 

    Only a few days ago, I was the one of us that was sick. Gary stayed with me the whole time. He even took time away from work. The only time he left my side was to go to the market to buy things to make me feel better. His good intentions almost led to my house of cards falling down around me. 

    If Misti had actually said anything to Gary, I could have lost him. I needed to take a look at my life. I already made my decision. I had told Peggy that no matter what happened, this New Year's Eve orgy would be the last time I ever cheated on Gary. 

    As I watched my poor baby, lying in our bed, I wondered again why I had ever started. I had told myself that a little bit of variety had helped to spice things up for us. After every time that I had done it, and there hadn't been all that many, I become ravenous for sex with him. 

    Maybe it was a mental thing on my part, but he seemed to enjoy it. On my part I believe it was fueled by the guilt. I felt so badly about doing something with someone other than my husband, that I just physically needed to give him as much pussy as my body could stand. 

    I think it was mathematical dilution. In other words, the more pussy I gave Gary, the less the severity of my crime. It's like if I had sex one hundred times and if sixty of those times were with other men, I didn't deserve my husband. I was the worst whore imaginable. 

    If the ratio was 50/50, I was still a pretty bad whore, but I wasn't as bad. How low did the ratio have to be before I could consider myself a good wife again? I could never be perfect. Mathematically the expression once a cheater, always a cheater made sense. It meant that after even one time, I could no longer be a perfect 100% faithful woman. Even if the ratio was 200 times with Gary to one time with someone else, I could never be 100%. 

   Looking at Gary, I wanted to cry. I was very sure that Gary had never cheated on me. Since we first met, all the idiot had ever done was to take care of me and treat me like a fucking princess. The man worshiped me. Not that I deserved it, but he truly loved me. 

   Over the years, as I gained weight, his love remained the same or even became more intense. I once asked him about it. 

   We were having breakfast together about two years ago. We had watched that awful Victoria's Secret fashion show the night before it. Well ... we watched about half of it. Part way through the show Gary started rubbing himself off on my leg. He was out of control. 

   It was the closest my husband had ever come to raping me. I really wasn't in the mood at first. Gary didn't care. I felt bloated and fat, watching all of those un-naturally thin ... girls, that's what they were. You couldn't call them women. Most of them either had no tits, or they had that fake ... Alien, tits on a stick look. 

   Anyway, watching them prancing around that stage in their underwear and those ludicrous fucking wings made me feel like an elephant. What were the fucking wings for anyway? I just didn't get it. 

  However, Gary apparently did. He had his hands all over me. He was rubbing me and kissing me, and I knew that he was imagining himself fucking one of those models. It was probably the blond one with the attitude problem who was always sticking her tongue out at the camera. 

   He actually forced my legs apart and penetrated me. Once he got inside of me, the fight was over. My pussy knew what it liked. And so did Gary. We didn't change positions; he just fucked me, over and over. He fucked me three times. And okay, I got off on it. 

  But that next morning, I had to know. "So Gary; was last night really that good for you?" I asked. "Which one of those sluts were you imagining that I was?" I was almost in tears. 

   He looked up at me and started laughing. "You're kidding right?" he asked. 

   "What's so God damned funny?" I whined. "I know I'm getting old and fat. You can't bounce a quarter off of my ass anymore and my tits are beginning to sag. My legs are thicker and ..."

    "Carol shut up before I burst my guts laughing at you," he said. "While we were watching TV last night, the only thought going through my mind was how lucky I am. Your boobs are huge compared to those women. And most men are always going to go for bigger tits whenever we get the chance. Your boobs are even bigger than they were when we got married. It's like an investment. You're happier if it gets bigger and more valuable every year. 

    "And you already know I love your ass. I can barely keep my hands off of it. It's big and soft and I just love squeezing it. Honey I hate to tell you this, but you never could bounce a quarter off of your ass. You can't bounce a quarter off of anyone's ass. They proved that on one of those "Man" shows on Spike TV."

   "So what got you all excited last night," I asked, wiping away my tears. 

   "It was watching those skeletal ... girls on TV that made me realize that I had a full bodied, real-life woman next to me," he said. "And she was mine and I could do anything I wanted with her. It just drove me crazy. I'm sorry." 

   I took the bacon out of his hand. "You should be," I snapped. "What you did was just wrong." 

   "I thought that you got into it after we got started," he said sadly. 

   "I did," I snapped. 

    "Then why should I be ... sorry," he asked. 

    "Because you STOPPED!" I said. I grabbed his arm and dragged him back to our bedroom. 

    Even as the memory faded, I wondered why I was doing what I was doing. There was simply no reason for it. My life with Gary was as perfect as it could be. I was a fool to risk it, and I knew it. 

    However, even as the rational part of me spun out facts and figures, and math and logic, I knew that I was going to go through with it. I also realized that I might give it up for a while, but eventually I would probably do it again. Cheating, like drugs, was an addictive behavior. It wasn't the actual sex. Let's face it; Gary could get me going and give me so much bigger orgasms than I have ever experienced with anyone else. 

    I love the man, more than I can possibly express. He knocked me up, twice. I think what makes the cheating special isn't actually the sex. It's the fact that I'm doing something that I'm not supposed to do. That's what makes it exciting. 

    In our society, where everything is possible and very little is actually taboo. I'm doing something that is wrong. There is something that is just so nasty about seeing a woman who is someone's wife, or someone's mother, having sex with another man. 

    There's also the thrill that comes from the fact that if I get caught, I could lose everything. It's very akin to what gamblers experience. It's that thrill of betting literally everything you have, every dime you possess, on one spin of the fucking wheel. God help me; I'm a fool. 

    I spent the rest of the day holding Gary's hand while he slumbered. God I loved that man. He gave me his love and affection so easily and so completely. I knew that after that evening, I might be able to give it up. I could do anything for Gary. 

    At six o' clock, just as it started to get dark, I started to get ready. I made Gary a bowl of his favorite Chunky soup and woke him up. I had hoped that we could talk for a bit, like he had done with me when I was sick. 

   Was it a guilt reaction or something else? Why did I feel so bad? I had never felt this way before, and I had been doing this off and on for years. And then it came to me. Usually when I cheated it was something spur of the moment. Even with Steve, there had been times when he would call me and at the drop of the hat, I would rush off to meet him somewhere. It was never planned. We just took advantage of time and availability, which made things rather random. 

    But this time it was all planned out. I was knowingly going off to fuck multiple other men while my husband lay in our bed sick. What if there was a fire? What if he went into a coma from the pills? I just didn't know. However, I was going anyway. There was no stopping me. I was sick.

    Gary couldn't eat his soup. And although his temperature was down, he looked like hell. Even without the pills he was barely able to remain awake. 

    "I feel awful," he moaned. "Sorry I'm ruining your New Year's Eve." 

    I started crying right then. I wasn't going to do it. I sat down beside him and turned on the TV. A few moments later, the phone rang. 

    "Hey, Girl, I'm at the room. Hurry up and get your ass over here. Steve, Fred, and Barney are all on their way already. I guess those three want a chance at some clean fresh pussy before we get all soaked in other men's sperm. I haven't gotten laid in a couple of days, so I don't care who it is, I just need to get fucked." 

    Gary was already snoring. Just to make sure I woke him up and gave him a glass of water and two more pills. He should sleep until morning. However, I had no intention of being gone for that long. I would go to the motel, stay for an hour or so and be back home with Gary before nine p.m. 

   I didn't change my clothes, or shower or anything. I just grabbed my purse and left. I saw no reason to shower or clean myself up for any man other than my husband. If they wanted to fuck me, they had to take me as I was. Gary got special treatment; no one else did. 

   I got to the motel and knocked on the door. I felt exposed standing outside of a motel room door and hoped no one saw me. My car was parked in front of the motel too. That was another risky move. But I didn't dare park it anywhere else. This was a really shitty neighborhood. I could be robbed or....? That was a stupid thought. Who'd actually believe a whore had been raped? If they did a rape kit on me, there would be so many different DNA samples that it would be thrown out of court. Shit they'd probably put ME in jail. 




New Year's Grieve



The door opened and surprisingly only Peggy was there. I looked around, and it didn't really look like a party. Peggy had on a silk robe and lingerie. There was an ice chest and beer on the table and a bowl of Doritos. 

    "That's all of the food?" I asked. She just shrugged her shoulders. 

    "Steve dropped that shit off earlier. I wasn't going to have anything until he mentioned it. This isn't an eating party," she said. "Unless they want to eat us. This is a sex party, so go change to make yourself look sexy." 

    "This is it," I said. "They're coming here for free pussy. If they want me to spread my legs, they have to take what they can get. If they don't want me because I'm not all gussied up, that's fine." 

    "We're gonna have a good time," she said cheerfully. "By midnight, we'll be so sore that we won't be able to walk." 

    "You mean that YOU will," I said. "I'm gonna be at home in my bed with my husband by nine." 

   She just smiled at me. "You'll loosen up big time, once you get a dick or two in you." 

     A half an hour later we were still sitting there looking at each other. We were wondering what the fuck was going on. Fred, Barney, and Steve were supposed to have been there early. Finally at eight o' clock, Moe and Shemp showed up. 

    Peggy caught me looking at my watch. "Bitch don't even think about leaving me here with eight or nine guys," she said. 

    Peggy grabbed Moe's hand. She dragged him over to the sofa and pulled his pants down. She started sucking his dick. Shemp moved over to another couch and patted the cushion next to himself. I walked over to the sofa and pulled my skirt up. My hairy naked pussy stared at him. I felt a bit of excitement and felt myself getting wet. 

   "Hey," he said. "Look at what Peggy's doing to Moe. I think I'd like to try that." He wagged his limp dick at me. 

   "Look Shemp," I said evenly. "I'm here to fuck. If you want to go over there and suck Moe's dick, I'll wait for you. But I'm leaving in less than an hour. Depending on how long you last, you might be the only guy to get this pussy tonight." 

   He climbed between my legs and started rubbing his dick against my opening. As I already knew, the thrill of having sex with someone new worked wonders. I was gushing lubrication before his dick was full hard. 

   Shemp slammed his sausage-like organ into me so hard that I thought he was trying to hurt me. There was no love, no consideration, just hardcore fucking. I started thrusting back at him. It started to feel good, and my subconscious mind betrayed me. 

    "That's it," I moaned. "Give it to me Gary. Fuck me hard." Shemp just stopped. At that time, the door opened and Larry and Curly came in. They immediately started taking their clothes off. Larry got on the bed with me and just stuck his dick into my already loosened up pussy. Shemp didn't say anything but what I had just done had both of us wondering why we were here. I realized then that me accidentally calling him Gary, probably had him thinking about his own wife. 

    Across the room, Peggy was screaming out in pleasure. Moe was still in her pussy fucking her as hard as he could. Curly had simply walked up and slammed his dick in her asshole as hard as he could. He had jammed it up to his balls in one incredibly hard thrust. 

   Peggy had screamed like a Banshee and then started thrusting back against both of them. "Fuck me, you bastard," she screamed. "I can take it." Maybe that was where the expression "Hog Heaven," came from. Because Peggy was squealing like a pig and thoroughly enjoying herself. 

   Peggy was clearly the patron saint of sluts. Unlike a whore, she was unencumbered by financial requirements. She didn't do it for the money. She didn't do it for the thrill of cheating. Her marriage was long over. She had no one to cheat on. Peggy was a dick seeking missile of the highest ... okay lowest regard. She just liked getting fucked. She didn't care when, where or by whom. Peggy fucked black guys, white guys, Asian guys, Latino guys, old guys, young guys, and anything else you could name. She did the handicapped, the blind, and even the homeless. And although the party was just getting started, she was in her glory. 

   I was slightly jealous as I watched her. I turned my head to the side for a better view as Larry fucked me. Peggy was rocking her hips from back to front in an exaggerated motion. She truly looked like a goddess. Shit, I wanted to fuck her. 

   On her front stroke, she completely sheathed Moe's dick. And on the back stroke, Moe came almost totally out of her while she rammed her ass up Curly to his Balls. She screamed in pleasure with every jerk of this two stroke fucking pattern. 

   Shemp already knew that there was no chance of me doing anything like that. He wandered over to Peggy, holding onto a can of beer. As soon as he was in range, a Peggy tilted her upper body and grabbed his limp dick to give him a hand job. He scooted up next to her and climbed up to stand on the couch. This put his dick at the level of her face, and he got his wish. Peggy started sucking his dick. My stomach groaned at the thought that his dick had just been in my swamped pussy. 

    "That tastes really good," she yelled, attacking his slimy dick with gusto. As I watched her, I suddenly noticed something. There was a tiny rounded piece of glass sticking out of the flowerpot by the door. It was pointing into the room. It could have been a cam...

    The door opened, and all hell broke loose. Two women ran into the room and started screaming. One of them was a really fat woman, and the other was an overly made-up trailer trash type. 

    At first, I thought they might have been other women Peggy had invited, or even prostitutes who were angry because we were on their turf. However, it soon became obvious who they were. 

    Then two more women came in, and the yelling increased. The first two women had snatched Peggy off of her sofa and started kicking and beating on her. Peggy tried to fight back but there were two and then three of them. She was just on the floor trying to cover herself up to avoid being hit. 

    I lost track of Peggy then as the last woman snatched Larry off of me and grabbed me by my hair. She was my size, but she was enraged; she grabbed me by my hair and swung my head into the wall. I was dazed and seeing stars. She slammed an almost man-sized fist into my face, and my legs turned to jelly. I just wanted to fall to the floor and go to sleep. But she held me up and kept punching me. 

    I don't know if I blacked out for a moment, but suddenly there were four or five policemen in the room. They separated us and took us all to the police station. From the timing, of the women's arrival and the arrival of the police, it all seemed planned. Someone had set us up. 

   After receiving treatment for my injuries, I was taken to the local hospital for x-rays and follow-up treatment. I had a sprained neck, a small orbital fracture, a broken nose, a split lip and two black eyes. They were also watching me for signs of a concussion. 

    I was sent back to the police station where I made a statement about that evening. After giving my statement, I was put into a cell. Surprise, my cell mate was of course Peggy. I was sure now that bitch was the devil. 

   "Boy is this fucked up," she said. "I was just starting to feel really good." Her face was a mass of bruises. 

   I just looked at her. "Did you tell them the truth?" she asked. 

   "I just told them that we were having a small New Year's party, and those crazy women came in and started beating on us," I said. 

    "Well that's close enough to the truth," she said. "Just make sure that they know that absolutely no money exchanged hands. That way they can't charge us with prostitution. And since we were behind a close door in a room we paid for, they can't get us on public indecency or lewd and lascivious behavior. We didn't start the fight, and we didn't get a chance even to fight back so we can't be charged with assault. With good luck we can be bailed out of here in an hour or so. 

    If not, I'll use my phone call to call Steve and have him bail us out. Your hubby should still be asleep, and I don't have one, so we should be clear." 

    "You sound like you've done this before," I said. 

    "It's happened a time or three," she said. "Women are just bitches. They get really upset if you fuck their husbands. They act like they own a guy's dick because he put a ring on their finger." 

    "So how am I supposed to explain my face to Gary?" I asked. 

     "I've got that," she said. "Just tell him that I came over and tried to get you to go to a party with me. You said no, and we got into a fight, and I beat the fuck out of you. I won't come by to visit you for a while, and he'll think we hate each other." 

     However, it didn't quite work out that way. The DA was very creative. He charged us with using a public or privately held structure for lewd and lascivious behavior in a location or area that wasn't zoned for it. It was one of the laws they used to get prostitutes off of the streets. It carried an extremely big fine or three years in jail. 

    We had to go in front of a judge on Monday morning. Our bail was set at ten thousand dollars each. Steve would need to come up with two grand to get us released. 

    Peggy called Steve and got no answer. When she came back to the cell, she was in tears. 

    "It was Steve," I said. "He set us up. Did you know there was at least one camera in the room? I didn't notice it until those women burst into the room. You know those women are married to Moe and his friends. They must've been trying to catch one of them or all of them cheating on them." 

    "How do you know that Steve was a part of it?" she asked. 

    "The camera," I said. "Think about it Steve was the only one who came into the room before I got there. He planted the camera while he dropped off the food. Why would he get there early and not try to fuck you? Why would he leave if he was coming back, and then he never showed up?" 

   "Fred and Barney never showed either," she said. 

   "He probably tipped them off," I said. 

   "But why would Steve do that to us?" she asked. 

   "Money, probably," I said. "After his divorce, all of Steve's money is going to that frigid little bitch he married. Those women are probably paying him to set us up."

    About then a slimy looking man came into the room. "Good evening ladies, I'm your court-appointed lawyer, Herman Weaver. I came to offer you a deal. In exchange for not pressing assault charges against the wives of the men you were Uhm ... having congress with, they agree not to sue you or name you in their divorce cases." 

    "What about the charges against us?" I asked. 

    "They aren't the ones pressing charges against you two," he said. "That's the DA. Sorry but it's an election year and he needs to be seen as being tough on crime. I'm trying to make a deal with him for you. However, he's going to need something." 

    Peggy started smiling. "Okay, send him in," she said. "I'll take care of him right here, and we can be out of here." 

    The man looked as if he was going to turn green. He looked at Peggy as if she was some sort of disgusting insect. 

    "Those women have never before been convicted of a crime. They are upstanding women of the community who simply took the law into their own hands. They were extremely emotional and motivated with saving their marriages and their families," he said. "No matter what you decide, they probably won't see any jail time. Judges are sympathetic to cases like that. They'll probably all get community service. Your help in this might make the judge more sympathetic to you." 

    "But I'm a married woman who's never committed a crime either," I said. "In fact, fact I need to get home. My husband is very sick and he's home alone." 

   "Yet you were out in a hotel room fucking multiple men," he asked. I felt like shit. 

   "I'll be back in a few moments. You need to think about what you want to do," he said. 

    I moved across the room away from Peggy. I was willing to do whatever I had to do to get out of jail before Gary woke up. This incident had been the wake-up call I needed. I was done with cheating. 

    A few moments later, Mr. Weasel ... I mean Weaver, came back. He brought two of the women with him. One of them was the woman who had kicked my ass. She had tears running down her face. Her makeup was smeared; she was slouching, and couldn't make eye contact with me. I expected her to say she was sorry, but she didn't. 

    I looked at her hands, and her nails were manicured. A couple of the nails had fresh chips and breaks. Her knuckles were severely bruised. This woman was clearly not a fighter. She was also physically smaller than me and a very dainty looking woman. 

    "Don't you feel any guilt for the way you beat on me," I asked. 

    "I've never had a fight in my life," she said. Her voice was tiny and squeaky. "How long have you been fucking Larry?" she asked. "Don't you realize that we have kids? You're destroying a family you home-wrecking bitch!" 

    She started crying all over again. She clearly loved him. "I've taken care of him for more than ten years. I've given him children. I wash his clothes, and make his meals and take care of him when he's sick. But he's sneaking out to see you all the time. You're just some whore that spreads her legs as soon as her back hits a cushion. You probably can't even drive a stick shift because your legs are too far apart to touch the pedals." She lunged at me, and the Weasel had to jump between us. 

    I felt regretful for whausd had done to her. "I'm sorry I had sex with your husband," I said. 

    She looked up at me. "It doesn't matter," she said. She looked like a balloon with all of the air out of it. "I loved him with everything I had, but I'm clearly not enough. You can have him. I'm done. If you drop the charges against me, so I can get home to my kids, Larry is all yours." 

   "I don't want Larry," I said. "Tonight was the first time I ever laid eyes on him. I have a husband and kids of my own. I just wanted to spice things up in my marriage. If you answer a couple of questions for me, I'll drop the charges." 

   "What do you want to know?" she asked. "Oh wait, sign the paper first." 

   Weasel handed me a document that I scanned and then signed, but held onto. I could hardly believe that the woman didn't trust me. I guess I had it coming though. 

   "How much did you guys pay Steve to set us up?" I asked. 

   "Who's Steve?" she asked. "All four of us had the same thing happen. Earlier tonight a woman called and said if you want to catch the woman your husband is having sex with, be at this address. I grabbed a pen, and wrote down the address and showed up. I don't know anyone named Steve." 

   I was floored. It had to be one of the other wives. The Weasel came over to me and told me I was free to go. 

   "How?" I asked 

   "Someone paid your bail," he said. 

   "What about me?" screamed Peggy? He shook his head. "Get me out Carol. I'll pay you back," she screamed as I walked out the door. 

    I spoke to the police woman at the desk. "Who bailed me out?" I asked her. I was thinking that it had to have been Steve. Maybe he didn't want to have anything to do with Peggy, but he and I had a history. As the woman gave me back my purse, I grabbed my wallet and told her to bail Peggy out using my credit card. 

    "There's a problem with your card," she said. "It says contact your financial institution." I gave her another card with the same result. 

    "Don't even ask," she said. "We don't take checks." 

    I walked out the door to find a tiny woman in a beautiful dress waiting for me. She seemed familiar to me, but I couldn't quite make out who she was. "Wait here," she said and then stepped away. 

    She drove back up to the front of the building, but she was driving my car. She got out and walked towards me. She was thin but shapely. The dress was a beautiful shimmering blue shade that matched her eyes. Her long legs were so toned that she didn't wear stockings. Their healthy glow radiated all the way down to the extremely high heels she perched precariously on. 

    Despite what Gary always said, I would have died to be built like that. Then I recognized her. "Misti!" I said. "Why did YOU bail me out?" 

   "Just helping out a friend," she said. 

   "But I ... I thought you hated me," I said. 

   "I do," she said, coldly. "You're not the friend. I'm enjoying the shit out of this." She handed me a stack of papers. 

   "I'm not an officer of the court," she told me. "So these aren't the official papers. They're only copies. However, please be advised that the restraining order in the stack is real and will be enforced. You are to stay five hundred feet away from Gary's home, his place of business, and his person. He wants nothing to do with you. Any contact is to be through your lawyers. All of your clothes and personal belongings are in the car or the trunk. There is more than enough gas in the car for you to reach your parents' house in Ohio. 

   The real papers will be delivered there by messenger in two days time. I'm supposed to tell you that he loved you more than anything else in his life. He will leave it up to you to tell the children the reason for the divorce, but if you lie to them, he will tell them the truth, and he has proof. He is currently arranging a line of credit for you that will be subtracted from the final settlement amounts. 

   I'm supposed to tell you to drive safely, but I really don't care if you do. He even bought you a meal in case you get hungry. I ate your fries though; sue me. Oh yeah, if you miss another payment on your settlement with me, I'll drag your ass into court, and you can go back to jail." 

    I went into shock. It was so stupid. I should have expected it. I had always known what would happen if I got caught, but the pain I was going through was off the scale. And all of the things she talked about. My parents finding out. My kids finding out. I had never considered any of that. And she said he had proof. Then it hit me, the video camera. It wasn't Steve who set us up. It was Gary. 

    "So you got your revenge, huh Little Bitch?" I sneered at her. "I fucked your stupid husband so you fucked mine. I never tried to ruin your marriage. I never wanted that. You ruined your own marriage. So Steve needed a little spice. He told me you were awful in bed. If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else. You were lucky it was me. I didn't want Steve. I didn't love him. You ruined my marriage for nothing." 

    I just collapsed there on the police station's stairs. Her voice rang out as coldly as ice. "I have never had sex with Gary, Carol. I've only been in love once, and you ruined that. Gary and I are not and have not been in any kind of relationship. The information about my divorce and your part in it did not come from me. 

    "From what I understand, Gary told you about meeting me in the market. Like any good husband, he came right home and told his wife. You then got upset over our chance meeting and blabbed to your co-slut about it. Gary overheard your conversation. He then went and beat the cowboy shit out of Steve, who probably blabbed everything to him. He's been running all over town beating the shit out of your lovers while he set all of this up. 

    "Gary understands my pain. He knows what it's like to lose the person you love because of their own selfishness. So knowing that, he offered me the chance to get this little bit of revenge, and I took it." 




New Year's Grieve



She walked away then, and a car that I knew all too well drove up to get her. My heart broke as I watched my husband's Mustang carry the woman who had just destroyed me, away into the night. 

     *   *   *   *   *   *

    Gary 

    "Gary why did you want me to wear this dress to deliver the divorce papers," asked Misti. 

     "Because you look stunningly beautiful in it," I said. "I hope that giving a little bit of what you got, back to Carol makes you feel better. I know the pain probably won't completely go away, but I hope this makes it better." 

     "It does," she said. "More than you know. What do you mean I'm beautiful? I have no tits." 

    "Misti, a woman is more than two lumps of flesh attached to her breast bone. And that dress is perfect for the party we're going to," I said. 

    We pulled up in my driveway and walked around the block to Chris and Emily's house. "Gary, I can't go in there," she said. 

    "Misti, we'll just go in for a while," I told her. "Whenever you're ready to leave, we will." 

    Emily met us at the door. She was pleased to see us. Misti was shy at first, but I held her hand, and she gradually relaxed. About an hour before midnight, Emily came over and got her. The two of them went into the kitchen and had a long talk. I could see them from the living room, where I sat waiting my turn on the Xbox and talking to some of my friends. No one in town knew what had happened to Carol yet. 

    There were couples and groups, leaving the living room to go off to one room or another on the second floor, but no one cared. Most of the time those people weren't going up there with the people they came to the party with. However, it was no big deal. 

    The biggest surprise came a little while after Misti and Emily left. A woman that I vaguely knew came over and spoke to me. 

   "Gary, you aren't here with Carol, tonight," she said. "Does that mean you're available to play?" 

    "I guess everyone will know soon enough," I said. "Carol and I are getting a divorce." 

    "Then you probably shouldn't be alone," she said. 

    "And he isn't, Helen," said Misti. She came out from behind me and took hold of my arm possessively. "And he isn't available, but thanks for being woman enough just to come out and ask instead of sneaking around like some whore." 

     It was the longest thing anyone had heard Misti say since she divorced Steve. 

    Across the room, I saw Emily giving her the thumbs-up sign. For the rest of the party, we were joined at the hip. There were all kinds of people asking questions about us. We constantly told them that we were only friends, helping each other get over bad relationships. 

    Men kept coming over to ask Misti to dance, and she kept refusing politely. I did the same, but I did dance with Misti. Our dances were very demure with a lot of space between us. 

     At midnight, while we watched the big ball drop on the big screen TV everyone there kissed the person next to them, whether they had come together or not. Helen was next to me until Misti stepped forcibly between us. 

   "Don't even think about it," she said. As the countdown started I felt awkward. 

   "We don't have to," I began. 

   "I haven't been kissed in more than a year," she said. 

   "Misti, I don't want to mess things up betwee ..." I began. 

    "Shut up Gary," she said. She grabbed me behind my head and pulled me down to her gently. Our lips melted together, and everything stopped. I was actually dizzy when we stopped kissing. I couldn't believe that less than an hour after shipping my cheating soon to be ex-wife out of town, I was kissing another woman. 

    News of my divorce as well as the divorces of Larry, Moe, Curly, and Shemp spread like wildfire through the town. Both, Carol and Peggy got six months in jail and a year on probation. The DA wanted to send a message about convictions for any type of crimes in our town. It didn't help. He lost his re-election bid. 

    Because of her conviction, my evidence, and her involvement in Misti's divorce, the judge gave me our house, fifty percent of our current assets and minimal alimony for two years. I put it all her money into an account for Carol and gave it to her through her parents when she got out of jail. 

    For some reason, Misti and I stayed close. We were supposedly just helping each other through the pain of our divorces. We spent a lot of time together. The weekends were really busy for us. She came over to help me clean my large house, and then we went to her house to do yard work. After that we went out for dinner or walks. In the winter, we stayed in and watched movies. 

   We never had any problems, and Misti was the hands-down sweetest woman I have ever known. Even my kids accepted her. My God some guy is going to be lucky to end up with her someday I told my daughter. I think Misti heard me because her smile lit up my backyard. 

   Guys were always asking me about her, and I told them that we were only friends. I got so tired of watching guys hitting on her and interrupting our time together that I finally told her she was over her divorce, and she should probably think about dating one of those guys who were constantly hitting on her. 

    "So, I have your permission to date," she asked. I just nodded. 

    "You're okay with me doing things with him and maybe spending the night with him," she asked. 

    I was pissed, but I knew that I should start dating too. It had been a year since my own divorce by then and almost three years since hers. 

   "Misti you're thirty-five years old," I snapped. "You don't need my permission." 

   "Gary, you saved me," she said seriously. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd still be alone and never leave my house. I wouldn't have any friends, and everyone in town would still be calling me that weird woman. I owe you so much that I don't want to offend you. But even so, like you said it's time. I haven't had sex in years and...." 

   "Shit, Misti, you don't have to just jump out there and start ..." I began. She laughed. 

   "So daddy, I can date, but I can't have sex huh?" she laughed. "Well I've been talking to Emily and she..."

    "Do whatever you want!" I said. She grabbed my arm as I tried to walk away. 

    "Gary, I'm not a whore," she said seriously. "I'm not going to just jump into bed with someone. I'd need to date him first and get to know him. I'd need to make sure that we have the same ideas about romance and love. I'm not into one-night stands and recreational sex. I'm not Carol." 

   "I'm sorry Misti," I said. "You have the right to be happy. I guess I was a little bit jealous." She smirked. 

   "YOU were jealous?" she laughed. "We can't even go to a party without four or five women hitting on you. Do you want to meet him?" 

   "Meet who," I asked. 

   "The guy I've been dating, silly," she said. 

   "Not really," I said. 

    "Why," she asked. "Don't tell me that we won't be friends anymore because I want to start dating." 

    "Misti, the guy isn't going to want me around; I guarantee it," I told her. 

    "He'll just have to deal with it," she said firmly. She grabbed my arm and led me over to her sofa. She pulled out her iPad and went to her photos. There was a big folder called my favorite dates. I looked at the pictures, and most of them were pictures of places around town, there were a lot of pictures of her alone. 

    "Where's your date," I asked.

    "He took the pictures," she said. "At the end, there's a really hot picture of the two of us together." 

    "Hey, you and I have been there," I said. 

    "Yep, I loved it so much that I had him take me there too," she said. 

    "Hey, I know that picture," I said. "I took it. I felt bad about it, so I deleted it." 

    "You took it on my iPhone, not yours," she said. "My phone sends every picture taken on it to the cloud and to my iPad and computer. Why did you feel guilty about it?" 

    "Because, it shows off your ass and your legs in those tiny shorts," I said. "I didn't want anyone seeing...."

    "That's weird," she said. "He loves my ass too. I always wear those shorts for him. Steve didn't like my ass." 

    "Steve was an idiot," I said. I put the iPad down.

    "Come on Gary; I love looking at the pictures," she said. 

   "I can't," I said. "I don't want to look at pictures of you and some fucking jerk. He hasn't even known you for that long, and he's already got you showing off my ... I mean your ass for him. I have never asked you to wear those shorts and...."

    "Gary obviously, we can't be friends anymore," she said. "I guess there are unresolved issues between us. Emily thought that might be the case." 

    "You're probably right," I said. "I'll see my way out." She seemed happy to see me leave. My heart was in my throat. 

    "Gary, Steve likes him," she said. 

    "What," I asked.

    "Steve approves of the guy I'm dating. I ran into Steve about a month ago. He saw us out together, and he thought we were happy together," she said. 

    "Good for both of you," I said. "I'm happy for you. I'm just...."

    "Jealous...?" she said. "And you're not a good friend. A good friend would have at least taken a look at the guy to make sure I'm not hooking up with an axe murderer."

    "Maybe there's a reason for that," I said. "Maybe you're not a good friend either. A good friend would realize how hard this is for me. I was already betrayed by one woman I loved ... I guess I expected you to be diff...."

    All of a sudden, she was crying, and I was on the verge of tears too. It was all too God damned sudden. I headed for the door. 

   "Gary, my God you're stupid," she said. She leaped between me and the door. "Gary look at this God damned picture," she yelled. It was the first time we had ever been angry at each other. She jammed her iPad in my face. 

   "It's the wrong picture, Misti," I said. "I know you think I'm stupid but that's a picture of you and me, not you and Mr. Ass Shorts Loving Wonderful." 

   "It's the right picture, Gary, why would you give yourself such a stupid nickname," she said. 

    "ME!" I said. "He's me? I'm him?" She just nodded. 

    "So you like my ass, huh?" I just nodded. "Gary did you mean what you said?" 

    "Which part, I said a lot of dumb things," I told her. 

    "Well you didn't really say the words, but you implied that you uhm ... Love me," she said. 

    "I kind of do," I said. And then suddenly her iPad hit the floor, and she was in my arms." 

    "Holy Crap, I've been waiting for another kiss like that since New Year's Eve at Emily's house," she said. "That's been over a year." 

    "I wanted to take things really slow because we'd both been through some awful things," I said. 

    "Jeezus, Gary, glaciers move faster than you do," she said. "That's why I had to pull this whole dating thing on you. Emily said that if I didn't give you a little push, we might never break out of the friend zone. It was your daughter who gave me the idea of how to do it," she kissed me again. 

    *   *   *   *   *

    Carol

    That bitch Emily was so good at giving parties, that she was now running the holiday parties for the whole God damned town. It was truly bizarre that a woman who held swingers parties in her own home was highly regarded in a town where Peggy and I were looked down on. 

    For the past year and a half, I had been working my ass off trying to fix my marriage. Hell I had actually started while I was still in jail. I had written a couple of letters to Gary and gave them to my kids to deliver. 

   Once I got out, I went to see him. I wanted to talk to him and try to explain things to him. I at least wanted to apologize. I walked up to MY house on a Saturday morning, only hours after I had been released. 

   I knocked on my own door and was totally gobsmacked when that little bitch answered it. 

   "Carol," she said. 

   "Misti," I replied. 

   "Escaped from prison?" she asked. 

   "Released," I said. 

   "Restraining order?" she said. 

   "Expired," I told her. 

   "Oh," she said. 

   "And you're?" I asked. 

   "Helping with the housework," she said. 

    "Why?" I asked. 

    "He sucks at cleaning," she said. "This place really needs a woman in it."

    "Why you?" I asked more insistently. 

    "We're friends," she said. "Helping each other get over the divorces." 

    "Bullshit," I said. "You want him." 

    "I've kind of got him," she smirked. 

    "My ass," I snapped. 

    "Is huge," she quipped. "Which is why he likes mine sooo much better." 

     Before I could think of a comeback, the bitch closed the door in my face. 

     I had been expecting to breeze in and start talking. I expected him to call me a few choice names, and then I would become very contrite and apologize repeatedly. Then we would start to really talk. The talking would lead to fucking and my marriage would be back on track. 

     I walked away from the house confused, horny, tired, and pissed off. But I was determined to get him back. Over the past year and a half, I have tried more plans than Wile E. Coyote did on the Road Runner. None of them has worked. 

    The closest I came was my hospital stay. I got a case of food poisoning. I must've eaten something I was allergic to. Anyway, I woke up in the hospital and Gary was there. For three days in a row, he sat with me all during visiting hours. We got to talk. He even volunteered to let me stay in the house for a while after I was released. 

   The whole thing told me that there was still a chance for us. It never happened. The little blond smurf showed up. She actually told me she hoped I felt better and brought me a card, flowers and some magazines. While Gary went to ask for something to put my flowers in, we talked. 

    "It won't work," she said. 

    "What," I asked. 

    "I told him it was okay for you to stay with him for a while," she said. "He's moved on. He's forgotten about you. That's why he even forgot that you're allergic to shellfish." 

    "How the hell did you ...?" I began.

    "Maryanne told me during a barbecue at the lake. She wondered if any of her kids would inherit your allergies. They tend to skip a generation. So you go ahead and try it. He won't bite. Gary isn't a cheater. He loves me. So your big old sagging titties and that fat flabby ass will just make him appreciate what he has even more," she said. "At least try to go out with some class. You guys have kids together. Your scheming to cheat on him cost you your marriage. Don't let further conniving turn you into someone that he can't stand to be in the same room with." 

    Gary came back with what had to be some nurse's idea of a joke. It was the ugliest piece of pottery I had ever seen. "I'll see you later, Honey," she said. "She got up on her tip toes and kissed him. And it wasn't just her. He melted into the kiss too. Their bodies just seemed to mash together like they were meant to. 

    Just watching them kiss made me feel like I was watching someone fuck. My husband really had moved on. It also made me see that Gary, and I were just different. We had different ways of loving. Gary and that midget loved only one person, and they loved that one person with their entire being. They were simply incapable of having sex or even kissing anyone else. Sex didn't just go along with love to them. It literally was love. 

    Steve and I had no chance of getting back with them. Neither of them would ever forgive someone who betrayed them. If she died, I would still have no shot with Gary. 

   I left the hospital and have been trying to live my life ever since. It's a small God Damned town, so I run into them frequently. They are so sweet together that they make my teeth hurt. 

    She actually moved into my fucking house with him and gave Steve his house back. Yep, that's right. She didn't sell the house and keep the money. She gave it to Steve. She also allowed him to cut back on the amount of his alimony. She said that she was happy, and she thought that Steve had paid enough. 

    Peggy and I are pariahs in the town that we were born in. It bothers me, but Peggy could give a shit. Peggy always seems to land on her back ... nope not her feet, her back. And that's the way she likes it. 

   I realized when we were in jail that Peggy is the truth. The woman is so comfortable in her skin that it amazes me. Within two days, no one in the prison would touch us. No one harassed us. We ate well and had no duties. Prison was just a chance for me to think about my life and my mistakes. 

   Why did we have it so easy? Peggy! The woman fucked our way through prison. Within two weeks, it was like a country club for us, while everyone else was at war. 

   Peggy was fucking all the male guards. However, it didn't matter because she was also fucking the therapists and the career counselors. Then she started fucking the female guards and even some of the female prisoners. 

   It finally dawned on me that my rumination about Peggy at the motel had been spot on. The woman was a quadrasexual. She would do anything sexual for a quarter. And she was willing to loan you the quarter. 

   I realized we were in trouble when we got out of jail, and she put up a poster of a donkey in our apartment. She stared at that poster the same way Gary used to stare at posters of Mustangs when we were married. She just got that glazed over, fR away look in her eyes. 

   She's been acting really weird lately. She thinks we need to move to a different town. There simply aren't enough men in this one who are still willing to have sex with her. 

   And now I find myself at this boring party watching the nightmare happening right in front of me. 

   It's just before midnight and the beginning of a new year that will be full of possibilities. However, there is no possibility for what I want. And then, Gary does it. He goes down on one knee, and as everyone gasps and holds their breath, he says something to her. Time stands still, and no one breathes. They're all waiting. 

   She looks across the floor and sees me. For only an instant, our eyes lock. What the hell? I give her the nod. And in that tiny, squeaky, smurf-like voice tells him, "Hell yes. It's about time." They kiss then and everyone in town exhales as one. The countdown reaches midnight, and everyone around us is happy. 

  I need to get out of there. "Let's go Peggy," I said to no one. I look around and notice her feet sticking out from underneath one of the tables close to us. The man at the table near those feet is acting really funny and can't seem to be still." 

    "Hey, Carol. Wanna dance?" someone asks from behind me. 

    I turn and see Steve standing in front of me. 

    "I'd rather fuck," I said. 

    "No strings," he said. 

    "No romance," I said. 

    "No emotions," he said. 

    "No relationships," I said. 

    "Can we just go and do it already," asked Peggy, who popped up at the mention of the word fuck. 

    "A three way," gasps Steve? 

    "Of course," said Peggy. "We are so much more fun than those two. They aren't really even dancing. She's just rubbing her pussy on him." She pointed across the room at Gary and Misti, who were still kissing, oblivious to everyone around them. Misti was only thirty five. I wondered how she would like motherhood. 

    "Yeah," said Steve with no enthusiasm. He couldn't take his eyes off of them. 

    "Yep," I echoed, wishing with all of my heart that I was where she was. 

    The end.