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Seeds of Doubt, Harvest of Sorrow Ch. 01

By: lucsmith



Ben

It was early on a Friday afternoon and I was driving home to have a long talk with my wife Catherine. I was extremely nervous and anxious to continue our previous talk concerning that latest proof that I had already disclosed to her about her cheating. It was three days now since I had placed the proof of her infidelity in front of her. Every time that I tried to discuss the matter with her, she would either go into a fit of crying proclaiming her innocence or she would just run to her room and lock the door behind her. 

For the last three days I hadn't accomplish much work in my office. Most of my time having been spent thinking about the events of the last few days and also those of the last six months while pretending to work. Then, this morning, I came to the conclusion that as soon as I was going to arrive home from work that day, I was going to insist that she admit her infidelity toward me. Then I was going to divorce her. 

The closer I got to our house, the angrier I became. Six months ago, I had confronted her with a similar incident -- though not as evident -- and I demanded that she explains herself to me. It had ended in a terrible argument, which had almost ended our marriage. Now I had an even more solid proof that she had been cheating on me. I knew that there was absolutely no way for her to explain everything without admitting that she was having an extra marital affair.

As soon as I parked my car into our driveway, I knew that something was wrong. For one thing both garage doors were opened and her car was gone. When I got out of my car, I discover that the door leading to the house from inside the garage, was wide opened.

Entering the house I got another surprise. In the kitchen I saw a disorder that I had never seen before. Empty boxes were everywhere on the floor and on the table. A half-empty roll of duct tape was lying on the floor next to the table and near it was near a pair of scissors. On a chair was a pile of clothing while the kitchen counter was covered with pots and pans. But what intrigued me the most was the fact that the pots and other items weren't dirty. Everything was clean and dry. It occurred to me that much of the content of the cupboards had simply been taken out and most of it left on the countertop.

All of a sudden it hit me like a brick at the back of the head, Catherine had left me. Yes that was the only explanation. She had packed those things that she wanted to take with her and left in a hurry. Suddenly my thoughts went to my daughter Chantal.

I climbed the staircase in a hurry and ran to my daughter's room. Once again, even though I was half expecting it, I was shocked to see all the drawers open and empty. She had taken our daughter with her and I had no idea where she had gone.

Catherine parents were both dead, her only sibling, an older brother, was living at the other end of the country. Where could she have gone? Why exactly did she run away from me with our daughter? Well, I had planned to divorce her of course, but I wanted my daughter back and my wife had no way to know what I was planning to do.

Of course we had a big problem, I had practically accused her of cheating on me. I had been willing to talk to her about the whole thing -- but certainly not forgive her -- and even let her explain herself to me. But she had refused to admit what she had done, instead she kept on denying everything.

When I looked into our bedroom I wasn't too surprised to see the degree of disorder there also. All the drawers of her bureau were opened and empty, even the door to her walk-in was wide opened. All her things were gone. No dresses, no slacks, no shoes, she had taken everything with her. It was as if she had never been living with me in our house for the past seven years.

Tears were now freely flowing down my cheeks as I slowly went down to the living room. After pouring myself a large drink, I went to sit in my favorite chair so as to think. Then my eyes came to rest on the picture of my wife and daughter on top of the shelf over the TV screen. The picture had been taken the previous summer; it was on the day that my daughter turned five. 

Catherine was wearing a light green, knees-length skirt with a white blouse on that day, she had just turned twenty-eight the previous week. Her shoulder length, auburn hair, matched perfectly with the green of her skirt. Even the green ribbon that she had around her head and under her hair at the back, matched with her fair complexion and the rich color of her hair.

Anyone could tell by looking at that picture that she was an extremely beautiful woman, but of course I was the only one -- at least I thought so until recently -- that was familiar with her voluptuous and exiting body. 

One of the things that I loved about her was her...never self-conscious, usually careless attitude about her attractiveness. She had a straight forward approach to people. She was slow to realize the sexual heat she generated...that men couldn't help loving the opportunities to study the lovely shape of her breasts moving under her thin blouses or observing her revealed nipples as she bends over in her busy activities as a housewife/hostess.

Her skin white as fresh milk, her hair dark red or auburn depending on the angle of the light falling on them. Her teeth so straight and perfectly white made her smile so friendly and engaging. Her eyes, oh yes her eyes... they are the color of the green of the forest and so warm when she focused them on you. Her long legs, slim, very shapely rising to voluptuous hips and an ass that cupped enticingly, and pussy lips that gathered around the seam of her jeans or shorts. 

In my younger days I had been the jealous type of boyfriend; those days were long gone (so I believed) with the passage of those years of solid marriage

We had been married for seven years now and our love life had always been very active. For the last six months, after we finally got over that terrible argument after an incident where facts were never explained to my complete satisfaction, we had been making love almost every day. 

I loved my wife and I am still very much in love with her. But now the two persons that were the most important in my life (my daughter and my wife) were gone and I had no idea where they were.

My daughter Chantal is almost six and she was supposed to soon be starting school where my wife is working as a replacement teacher. She means everything to me and she was the main reason that I didn't push things further with my wife when I confronted her with the second anonymous letter that I received six months ago. 

As for my wife Catherine, well I love her as much as it is humanly possible to love a woman. We were married as soon as I graduated from university. I was twenty-two at that time and she was twenty. She had been teaching for the first year of our marriage only to stop the last two months of her pregnancy with Chantal. 

My wife is an outstanding woman, both in appearance and in character. I have never seen a woman with hair like hers. Her dark, silky auburn hair fall like a curtain on her shoulders and when she turns her head too fast it will swing in a most spectacular manner as their momentum will carry them around her head. 

When she looks at you with her large emerald-color eyes, you get the impression that she is looking into your very soul. Over the years I realized that I would never be able to lie to her because of those eyes that seem to read your most private thoughts. 

Then her delicate aquiline nose, which its tip and lightly covered with freckles, gives her the appearance of being much younger than she really is. But the feature that I like the most about her face is her plump sensual lips that tempt me to kiss her all the time. As for the rest of her body... well it is just about perfect. She is tall with long straight legs ending in a round buttock that wiggle spectacularly when she walks. As for her breasts, they are high, firm and more than enough for me.

But mind you, she has the character that matched the color of her hair. She is much too quick to react sometimes and she definitely can hold a grudge for a long time when provoked. She probably has Irish blood in her. 

This is the main reason that I didn't push things too much the last time I confronted her about that letter that almost wreck our marriage. After all, I wasn't completely convinced at the time and she did deny everything. But now, with this third letter, the proof that I had against her was rock solid, at least I though so. 

Without really realizing it, I began to recall the series of events that led to the mess that I was in now.

It had all began about seven months previously. I remembered that day well since it was the day that I received at work the first in a series of three letters. It was on the day that my company signed the big Baxter contract. 

I am the owner of a profitable business which import art and sells it back in this country. I have twelve employees working for me and my business is very healthy and profitable. 

Catherine had quitted her full time teaching job when our daughter was born and even though she was often talking about getting back to teaching again, she hadn't done so yet. But she sometimes still worked as a replacement teacher since she wanted to keep in touch with her profession. On those rare days that she replaced sick teachers, her friend Lucie, -- who had recently separated from her husband and was now living with another man -- would come to our house to stay with our daughter. 

Yes, I could still recall the tragedy of that sad day as I sat in my office. I was checking my afternoon mail that had just been placed on top of my desk. When I opened the small while envelope with no return address, I got the surprise of my life. Inside was a rectangular card on which a single sentence was printed.

I LOVE THAT STAR SHAPED MOLE THAT YOUR WIFE CATHERINE HAS UNDER HER LEFT NIPPLE. 

The first time that I read that message, two words got most of my attention, 'Catherine' and 'nipple'. For long seconds I remained frozen, the full impact of the single sentence didn't register immediately. Finally I read it again and gradually the implication behind the words sank into my mind. 

Whoever had written this message knew about the mole under the left nipple of my wife. That person even knew that the mole was in the shape of a star. Until then I was sure that I was the only one that had been allowed to look at it. It goes to say that I was flabbergasted.

I wasn't able to do any work after that. I told Josianne my secretary, that she was not to disturb me unless it was something very important, then I just sat there trying to get over the shock and thinking about what I should do next.

Who the hell could have send me that letter I told to myself? Catherine and I had married a month after her graduation, we then moved to the East Coast soon afterward. Since then I knew that she had never met any of her old friends, none of them even knew where we were living now.

Try as hard as I could, there was no way to explain how anyone could know about that mole that she had under her nipple. I trusted her completely and I knew that she would never cheated on me, beside she was always home with Chantal our daughter and never went out by herself. We even went shopping together every week.

At first it had been my intention to show her the letter, but I soon realized that it would only create friction between us. After all she probably couldn't explain the note more than I could. So even though I was very disturbed about that message and what it implied, I figured that it would be better if I simply forgot the whole thing and at the same time kept my eyes opened in the future.

It took me several days to finally forget the letter and things slowly went back to normal after a week or so. Catherine and I were still having sex four or five times per week and we were a very happy family. 

I must mention here that sex with Catherine was special. We hugged and kissed for a long time before penetration and when we were finally ready to copulate, our love making went on for a long time. Catherine sometimes gave me oral sex before we made love, but she never swallowed and she would go down on me only after I went down on her. As for her rear hole, it was the only part of her body that was out of bound to me.

About two months after I received the 'mole letter', it was a Friday afternoon and once again and I was busy opening my mail for that day when I noticed a large manila envelope in the pile. The address was hand written in block letters and I couldn't see any return address anywhere on the envelope. It didn't seem to be heavy enough for its large side but I could tell, judging by its thickness, that there was something beside sheets of paper inside.

For a few seconds I had a flash recall of the 'mole letter' that I had received previously. My hands became damp suddenly and they were trembling as I manipulated the envelope trying to discover indices of its origin.

At last I carefully cut open one end and looked inside. It contained a standard size sheet of paper and a black cloth which at first, I couldn't immediately identify. But as soon as I pulled the black piece of cloths out of the envelope and dropped it on my desk, I knew that the envelope came from the same bastard that had sent me the 'mole letter'.

There on the top of my desk was a black, French-cut, pair of women panties. They were very similar to those that were in the set of panties and bra that I had bought for my wife the day we that went shopping together the previous week. She hadn't even had had the opportunity to wear these two items for me yet.

It goes without saying that I was shocked. As I sat there too stunned to move, I felt my anger building up inside me.

Very slowly and with a complete lack of eagerness, I proceeded to pull out the sheet of paper still inside the large beige envelope. I knew that whatever was written on that paper was going to cause me much pain and it was also going to have a deep impact on my life.

There was only a small paragraph printed on the sheet of paper. I began to read it.

AS YOU CAN SEE, I KEPT A SOUVENIR FROM MY RECENT MEETING WITH YOUR WIFE. IT SURPRISED ME TO DISCOVER HOW NOISY SHE COULD BE WHEN SHE IS IN THE GRIP OF PASSIONS. SHE STILL HAS MUCH TO LEARN WHEN MAKING LOVE BUT I AM EAGER AND WILLING TO TEACH HER. 

It was a good thing that I was alone inside my office at that moment. My anger and rage was such that it would have been impossible for me to hide my anger. But angry at whom? Had Catherine really been cheating on me?

I remained seated too stunned to move, trying to breathe slowly so as to calm myself. Finally I got hold of myself and I began to think more rationally about what was happening to me.

I kept telling myself that my wife would never cheat on me. Those panties certainly didn't belong to her. Someone out there was trying to destroy my marriage and I was falling for it. One thing was certain now though, I was going to talk to her about the 'mole letter' and show her this last message that I had just received today.

Once again I read the paragraph that was neatly printed, then I focused my mind on the black undergarment on top of my desk. It sure looked like it matched the set that we bought from Victoria's Secret at the mall. When I took it in my hand and examined it, I noticed that stitched nicely with fancy red thread at the back on the waist band, were the words 'Victoria's Secret'. Then I saw something else also. There were crusty white stains over the gusset and on the back. Then it finally hit me, those whitish stained had been cause by the ejaculate of a man.

I remained frozen for long seconds still trying to calm myself.

The more I though about all of this, the more insecure I became. I knew that I was going to confront my wife now about this whole thing. But first I had to find out if these were the same panties that we had bought while together at the mall. I now had too many questions to ask her to forget everything like I had done with the 'mole letter'. 

My wife supposed hidden mole, the black panties, the cum stains and even the fact that this bastard knew that Catherine is very vociferous when she makes love, were too much for me to simply dismiss everything. There might be something behind all of this and I made up my mind that I was going to have a very long talk with my wife as soon as I got home

That dark day was the beginning of the end of my marriage.

I was a little late in coming home after work that day. Even though I wanted answers, I was less than eager to talk to her about this urgent matter.

As soon as I entered the house with the manila envelope in my hands, Catherine immediately noticed that there was something bothering me. It might have been the fact that when she threw her arms around my neck, I turned my head away so that she couldn't kiss me on the lips.

"What's wrong Ben? Did you have a bad day?"

Instead of replying to her, I went to the refrigerator and I got a can of beer. She had followed me into the kitchen and as soon as I went to sit at the kitchen table, she quietly sat in front of me. I then placed the large envelope in front of her and at the same time I began to tell her everything.

"Two months ago I received an anonymous letter at my office address. Inside, there was only one sentence written on a small card. Whoever sent the letter wrote that he loved the star-shaped mole that you had under your left nipple."

Catherine brought one hand over her mouth in a reaction of shock as she looked at me straight in my eyes. Was she acting or was it spontaneous? Frankly I couldn't really tell which.

"Surely you are joking Ben." She said as I watched the colors drained from her face.

"This in not all of it. Today I received a larger envelope and it contained a pair of black panties accompanies by another note."

Saying this I motioned for her to look inside the envelope in front of her. I watched her nervously pick the envelope and reach inside to pull both items at the same time, the black panties as well as the sheet of paper.

She examined the panties and she looked at me with an expression of horror on her beautiful face. I couldn't tell if she did recognized them or not. Then she read the note and again she looked at me, this time she had tears in her eyes.

"This is all a joke Ben, is it?" Tell me it's a joke.

"I sincerely wish that it was a joke Catherine, but this is no joking matter dear wife. Can you explain the meaning of this? How can anyone know the existence of that mole when I am suppose to be the only one that is seeing your breasts? Worst still, how come a man has gotten possession of your panties. Because I do presume they are yours."

"But...I don't understand Ben." She was crying now and her bottom lip was trembling.

"Only last week, when we went to the mall I bought this set of black bra and matching panties for you. You do remember do you?" I was almost shouting now.

"No! No Ben. These are not mine. Let me prove it to you I will get them for you they are still in the drawer of my bureau." Saying this she ran upstairs to her room.

For long minutes I heard her pulling open and closing drawers after drawers. She finally came down slowly with her head bent and empty handed, she sat back at the table in front of me.

"They are not there. I don't understand any of this Ben." All of a sudden she went into a fit of crying with her head resting against her arms on top of the table.

I waited about five minutes until she had calmed down a little. Then I said to her.

"I suppose you can't explain also the fact that someone knows about the existence of that mole. Catherine, have you done things behind my back that you shouldn't have?"


Seeds of Doubt, Harvest of Sorrow Ch. 01



Her reaction was completely unexpected. I had been expecting another fit of crying as well as apologies where she would proclaim how sorry she was. Then after much crying I figured that she would explain how and who had seen her breasts and gotten his hand on her panties. 

I really didn't think that she had cheated on me beyond showing her breasts or at the worst letting a man touch them. As for the panties, I figured the same man had somehow taken them from the drawer in which they were. I simply could not visualize Catherine having sex with another man.

Instead, she suddenly got up and left the table. As she did so, she turned toward me and said in an extremely harsh voice.

"If you have such a low opinion of me then there is no need for me to remain in your presence. Take the roast out of the oven yourself, I am going into my room where you won't have to look at me."

Before that day, I had never seen Catherine so angry in my life. People often say that reddish hair people with freckles usually have a fiery temper, but until then I never had been a witness to this facet of her character.

Up to now, I was pretty sure that she was guilty -- to a certain degree -- of doing things that she shouldn't have, but now I was beginning to have serious doubts.

For the next few days we practically didn't talk to one another except if it was about something that couldn't be avoided. Of course our sex life was nil. Very gradually, as the days went by, she began to soften up toward me. After a couple of weeks, things were almost as they had been before but not quite.

Our sex life wasn't yet at the point where it had been before that terrible day. We were having sex, but instead of the three or four times per week as it had been before this whole thing began, we were doing it about once a week now. Even then I could tell that Catherine wasn't enjoying it as much as she did before.

Of course we no longer talked about the 'mole letter' or the black panties. In my mind, I now had serious doubts about the whole thing and I figured that it would be best to forget everything since I didn't have substantial proof of her cheating. It took another couple of months for our sex life to get back on track and when it finally did, it was as if we were both trying to catch up for the lost time. 

Gradually, the frequency and the intensity of our lovemaking reached a peek never attained before. I was extremely satisfy with my sex life now and more important still, Catherine seemed very happy also and all thoughts of the two anonymous letters were far behind us. 

Then one evening, I got a pleasant surprise when I began to explore my wife's voluptuous body. As soon as my hand reached her vagina I discovered that she had shaved her pussy hair completely.

"Wow, what a pleasant surprise? I have the impression that my hand is exploring a teen. Is that legal honey?" I said jokingly.

"Of course silly. You have been asking me to trim my hair down there for years. So I decided to trim and shave it today. Do you like the feel of my pussy the way it is now?"

"Yes! Yes, I love it. You should have done this a long time ago baby. It feel so smooth and so inviting."

"I first had to removed the surplus hair with scissors then I finished the job using one of your razors to shave myself completely. I had to be careful so that I wouldn't cut myself. There is only one small spot that I didn't dare to shave since I couldn't reach it with my right hand and I was afraid of cutting myself. Touch there on my right lip."

As she said this, she took one of my fingers with her right hand and proceeded to move it just on the inside edge of her right lip. Indeed, I could feel a small patch of hair where she hadn't shave. 

We made love for almost two hours that evening. I first went down on her and after she had had a long orgasm my mean of my mouth we went into a 69 position and it was her turn to make me cum in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop that she sucked from my erection and later, when I had recovered enough, we made love in the missionary position which is Catherine favorite position. 

For the next two weeks we were just like a newly wed couple. Our love making was almost a daily affair and we even began to seriously talk about giving our daughter a little brother or a sister. 

Then at the beginning of the third weeks after she had shaved her pussy, I received a third anonymous letter.

By then I had practically forgotten the two previous ones. I figured that someone was jealous about our happy marriage and somehow -- by means that I still couldn't explain to myself -- had gotten information about my wife's mole and had also gotten his hand on her panties or similarly panties, then sent them to me. 

I know that this might sound like a very poor explanation, but I was then and still am, completely in love with my wife. So I suppose that any excuse to save my marriage was acceptable to me.

As soon as I saw the now familiar hand printed writing of the letter which my secretary had placed on top of my desk with the rest of my daily mail, I knew exactly what it was. It was of the same small size as that of the white envelope of the first letter. Even the color of the ink of the printed letters was identical as the two previous letters. Of course there was no return address at the back. The only difference with this letter from the first one, was the fact that this one had a small bulge in the middle of the envelope. It appeared that there was something having a certain thickness inside the envelope.

For long seconds I debated in my mind whether I should simply throw it away and not even bother to read the sinister message that I knew was inside. It occurred to me that once I would open it, my life was going to change for ever. 

With trembling hands, while my heart began beating extremely fast behind my ribs cage, I slowly cut the edge of the envelope with my letter opener. In the back of my mind, I somehow knew that what I was about to read was going to destroy my marriage. So every second that I managed to delay the inevitable was one more second that I remained happily married to Catherine. Slowly my fingers reached inside the now opened envelope and I pulled out a small rectangular card.

(to be continued)



Seeds of Doubt, Harvest of Sorrow Ch. 02



With trembling hands, while my heart began beating extremely fast behind my rib cage, I slowly cut the edge of the envelope with my letter opener. In the back of my mind, I somehow knew that what I was about to read was going to destroy my marriage. So every second that I managed to delay the inevitable was one more second that I remained happily married to Catherine. Slowly my fingers reached inside the now opened envelope and I pulled out a small rectangular card.

I HAD A LOT OF FUN HELPING CATHERINE TO TRIM AND SHAVE HER PUSSY. AFTERWARD WE ENJOYED A LONG, SLOW FUCK TOGETHER. I DID KEEP SOME OF HER CUNT'S HAIR THAT I CUT BEFORE SHAVING HER; I AM SENDING YOU A SAMPLE OF IT. THERE IS A SMALL PATCH OF HAIR ON HER RIGHT LIP WHICH I DIDN'T SHAVE SO THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT HER HAIRLESS CUNT IS MY DOING. ENJOY HER SHAVED CUNT FOR NOW.

I died that day. I knew that it was now over between Catherine and me. There was no acceptable way that my wife could explain to me how a stranger could know that her pussy was hairless and also know about the existence of that remaining patch of hair on her right lip without his having seen her naked and even worse. It was now quite evident that she was cheating on me.

Then, to nail the lid on the coffin of my now dead marriage, when I looked inside the opened envelope, I saw a thick strand of Catherine's pubic hair tied with a small green ribbon. I could tell that it was my wife pubic hair by its rich auburn color and the coarse, curly texture, of her pubic hair.

I felt like crying then. At the same time I was still trying to figure a way that could explain how this bastard could know those intimate details about my wife without her having cheated on me. I even tried to explain to myself how someone could have gotten his hand on my wife's pubic hair without her knowing about it. However I just couldn't do it.

After all, two weeks previously, her pussy hadn't been shaved yet. Whoever had sent me that letter must have gotten his hand on my wife's pubic hair within the last two weeks. This, plus the fact that he knew about the remaining hair on the inside edge of her cunt's lip, was too much for me to accept. The only explanation that I could come up with was that she was cuckolding me.

*****

When I entered the house later that day, Catherine was waiting for me with a broad smile on her beautiful face; she had just finished knitting a sweater for me on which she had been working for the last two weeks. She was about to ask me to try it on when she noticed the expression of pain on my face.

She must have realized after a few seconds that something was not as it should be.

I could see in her beautiful eyes that she soon realized the seriousness of the situation as she stared at me. I told her to sit on the couch, and then I went to sit on my favorite chair in front of her. I began by telling her that we had something extremely important to clarify.

Without saying another word, I slowly took the small envelope out of my briefcase and I gave it to her. As soon as she saw it, -- judging by the expression on her face -- I could tell that she probably noticed the similarity of this situation with the terrible incident of the manila envelope of six months previously.

She read the short message twice without saying a single word or looking at me, and then she slowly pulled the strand or hair out of the envelope. When she finally looked at me, there were tears in her eyes as she shook her head in negation.

"I...I...just don't know what to say Ben. Believe me this is not what it seems to be, I have never been unfaithful to you."

"Well dear faithful wife, then explain to me how someone beside me should know that your cunt is shaved, I certainly never mentioned this to anyone. How can this man know that you still have a small patch of hair hidden in a place that until now I thought I was the only one that had a right to see and touch?"

Catherine was now crying openly and moaning loudly as she hid her face with both of her hands. But I was getting overboard with my anger and still I went on.

"Tell me wife of mine, how is it that someone was able to get his hand on a fistful of your cunt's hair without you actually permitting him to take it?"

All of a sudden, she pulled her hands away from her face to look at me. Her eyes were shedding tears continuously now, even her mouth was dripping saliva at one corner, and I could clearly see the extreme pain on her face.

"Believe me Ben I have no idea how this can be happening, I...must be...I am dreaming all this."

All of a sudden, she got up and ran to her room.

I knew that there was no use trying to talk to her again that day, so I got in my car and drove to the Marriott Courtyard hotel where I rented a room for a couple of days. That was three days ago.

I went to work for three days and didn't phone home once during that time. I did miss seeing my daughter during these three days and of course I missed my wife also. But she had crossed over the fidelity line and she didn't want to admit it. Much to my surprise, Catherine never tried to reach me at my office or on my cellular phone during those three days.

Yes, that was three days ago. Now I am all alone in my house, my wife and my daughter are gone. Did I do the right thing? Was she really cheating on me? Did I overreact? Who is responsible for these letters? I don't know the answer to these questions and dozens of others; I only know that my marriage is over now. Life can be a bitch sometimes.

Jerry

My name is Jerry McVicar and I work as a broker for a real estate firm. Because of my job, much of my time is spent driving around the city or in the suburb showing apartments, houses and condos that are for sale to potential buyers. I have been married three times and divorced twice, I am now married to a woman that I met six months ago while she was in the market to buy a house for her and her husband. Yes she was married then but I was in need of a woman and she was an easy prey for me. After all, I consider myself an expert in the art of seducing women; I have done it so often before that I don't even remember all of those women that gave their body and soul to me. It took me only two weeks to break her marriage and as soon as her husband learned about us, he moved out on her and I move in into the same house that I sold her.

She was not exactly my kind of woman since she was a little too round for me, she was kind of vain also, seldom having an original thought or idea. I couldn't be too choosy at the time, since I had just got out of jail about six months previously. But I did enjoy the sex that I had with her and we did get married after a while once she got her divorce papers. She was always eager and willing to do everything that I asked of her; anyway she was only a temporary bitch that I used to satisfy my lust until the day that I found someone more to my taste.

You see I prefer my women to have a very light colored skin and for them to be tall with a perfect body to go with the rest. Lucie, the woman that I married, had a dark complexion -- she probably had Latino ancestors -- and even thought she had nice round tits, she was too short for my taste and she was a little buxom. But Lucie had one thing in her favor, she was extremely submissive, exactly the way that I like my women to be.

Whenever I am living with a woman I must have complete control of the relationship and of course of everything that she does or thinks, she must do exactly what I want and do it without asking questions. This is the only way that I will get into a relationship with a woman.

As a matter of fact it's for that reason that I got into trouble with the woman to whom I was married just before I met Lucie. I spent three years in jail at the end of that last relationship. Her name was Marianne and she was perfect in every way except for her attachment to her two brothers.

Yes she had two brothers with whom she sometimes kept contact with even against my will. One was a lawyer and the other was in the police force. One day, I supposed I did exaggerate a little while trying to make her understand who was in control of our relationship. I got too physical with her and I hit her a lot that day, enough that she had to be taken to the hospital afterward.

She only had a few broken ribs and a cut over her left eye with a few other bruise here and there on her body. But a neighbor called the police because of the noise I was making and when the police insisted on talking to her, they called an ambulance against my will.

To make a long story short, her brother, the one who was in the police force, soon learned about his younger sister being hospitalized and I was in deep shit. I was arrested and the judge -- a friend of her brother, the lawyer -- gave me three years for intentionally causing dangerous bodily harm.

Of course when I got out of jail, Marianne was already married to another man and since I didn't want to be harassed again by her brothers, I moved into another state. Having some experience as a broker, I was able to get a job in a moderately large city even after I explained to my boss that I had spent three years in prison because of a setup organized by my wife and her two brothers.

Then I met Lucie when she was looking to buy a house. Her parents had recently been killed in a car accident and being an only child she had inherited a fair sum of money from them. She was a very easy prey for me, even though she was happily married at the time. I was able to seduce her in less than two weeks. Of course I knew that I was getting only into a temporary relationship with her since she wasn't exactly what I was looking for. But she had a fair amount of money and after being so long without a woman, I couldn't afford to be too choosy.

I did sell her a house and I also made sure that her husband found out that she was cheating on him and as soon as he found that out he left her. Then barely a couple of weeks after the sale of the house, I moved in to live with her in the same house and once she got her divorce, we were married. Soon Lucie was doing everything that I was asking of her, she was submissive and very eager to please me in bed, she did everything that I asked of her. But as I mentioned before she was not exactly what I really wanted.

One day, I was showing a house to a newly wed couple. The house happened to be situated just on the other side of the street where a friend of Lucie lived. Her friend's name was Catherine Wilson. Although I had never met her or her husband before, Catherine often phoned Lucie and they would talk. It seemed that they had attended university classes together and had been good friends throughout their school years. Since Lucie didn't have a permanent job -- she didn't need the money -- she sometimes went to the Wilson's house to take care of her friend's little girl when Catherine was working as a replacement teacher.

It happened that on that day Lucie was taking care of her friend's daughter at her place. Upon seeing her green Toyota in the driveway on the other side of the street, I decided to surprise her by paying her a visit after my clients were gone.

Naturally Lucie was happy to see me and I met little Chantal for the first time. But as soon as I sat in the living-room with a beer in my hand, my eyes came to rest on the photo of Catherine which was on the shelf right above the television.

I was flabbergasted by the beauty of that woman in the green skirt. In the photo, she and her daughter were standing side by side on the back patio of their house. I couldn't take my eyes off the photo and I was mesmerized by her classic beauty, at that moment I knew that I was going to make her mine whatever the cost.

The color of her skin was just perfect and those green eyes into which I could read hidden desire were awakening emotions deep within me even as I sat there looking at her picture. Yes, she was the one that I had been searching for during all those years and I knew that I was going to have her no matter who got hurt in the process.

That same evening while at home, I began to ask Lucie discrete questions concerning her friend Catherine. I learned that both women had been friends since university and that they both knew each other's secrets. This is how I got to learn that Catherine had a star-shaped mole just under the nipple of her left breast.

From my previous experience with women, I knew that it would be much easier to attain my goal if I could somehow shake the foundation of her marriage before proceeding to seduce her. After all, it is much easier to gain the affection of a grieving woman than that of a happy one.

So this is how I began to formulate a plan so as to break up Catherine marriage. Her husband Ben seemed completely unaware of the treasure he had in the person of his wife and I figured that he certainly didn't deserve her.

So with Lucie's ignorant complicity, I began sending anonymous letters at Ben's office. I knew that by describing intimate details about his wife, things that only he should know, I was going to plant the seeds of doubt in his mind about his wife fidelity. That was the first step of my plan. Of course it was easy for me to pump more information from Lucie, and afterward -- for the last two letters at least -- I was also able to learn the effects that my letters were having on their marriage.

After the first letter, I got absolutely no feedback from Lucie and I had to wait for a while before I could send a second letter.

Two weeks previously, Lucie told me one evening that her friend had gone shopping with her husband. They had shopped at Victoria's Secret and he had bought her a sexy outfit of black panties and matching bra. I figured that this new fact plus the many intimate details concerning Catherine that I had already learned over the previous weeks about her friend love making habit, gave me enough information to write another letter to her husband.

It was quite natural for me to pay a visit to Lucie at her friend's house while she was taking care of Catherine's little girl. While they were both sitting in the backyard enjoying the sun, I went inside the house to the bathroom and from there it was easy for me to slip into Catherine's room. It took me only a few minutes to find her black panties and bra neatly fold inside one of the drawers of a bureau in her bedroom.

Later that same evening, with Catherine's panties in my pocket, I went into my home office to prepare my next letter for her husband. I wanted him to react more strongly to this second letter; therefore to increase the impact that the sight of his wife panties was going to have on him, I masturbated on them. 

Once they had dried, so that the whitish stain was very evident,

I wrote him a short paragraph by means of my computer and I printed it.

Using the information about Catherine which Lucie had earlier revealed to me concerning the fact that she was very vocal while making love, I sent him the envelope with the stained panties and the message in it. I was now quite sure that I was going to hear from Lucie about the effect that my letter had had on him and his wife. After all what husband wouldn't panic on receiving his wife's panties by mail.

How right I was! I mailed the beige envelope with the black panties inside on a Tuesday and on Saturday afternoon Catherine phoned my wife. She was crying on the phone. Later Lucie told me everything; I learned then that Catherine's husband had accused her of cheating on him.

I was overjoyed since my plan was working perfectly and I could now visualize the day when I would get rid of Lucie and welcome Catherine into my bed.

But much to my surprise, that second letter was not quite enough to shake their marriage to its very foundation. Like a house that has been exposed to a severe storm, their marriage was tested and damaged but not destroyed. But I knew that the seeds of doubt were now taking roots in the mind of Catherine's husband, all that I needed to do now was to wait and possibly help the doubt to grow with a third letter.

Again, from Lucie I learned that for a few weeks, things were not going well between Catherine and her husband but after a while I suppose he forgave her or he still had doubts about the authenticity of the content of the letters. It didn't matter which since the end result was the same, they were still living together as man and wife. So I began to seriously plan on sending a third letter so as to give the 'coup de grace' as they say in French.

Again I made use of the fact that Lucie and Catherine were in the habit of sharing everything that happened to them. I learned from Lucie that I had almost succeeded in breaking up their marriage, but to my dismay they were now back on track again after a month or so. Of course Lucie knew nothing about any of the letters; it's one of the rare things that Catherine kept for herself. But she had confided in her friend that for a while, her marriage with Ben had been on the verge of a breakup, even though she had failed to mention the cause.

Then one day, about a month after my second letter, when things now seemed to be going smoothly between Catherine and husband, Lucie explained to me that Catherine intended to surprise her husband by shaving her pussy. I immediately realized that this information was material for a third letter, the letter that was going to finally put an end their marriage. This would be especially true, I told myself, if I could get my hand on some of her pubic hair to add into the envelope along with another short message.

I suppose that fate was on my side that week since Catherine was called to replace a sick teacher for the whole week. So each and every day I found an excuse to stop at her house to visit Lucie while Catherine was teaching. This is how, one day, I was able on the pretext of using the bathroom once again, to check into her bedroom while Lucie and Chantal were busy outside.

There in the waste basket, next to the small table of the vanity where she sat to put on her make-up, I saw strands of coarse and curly auburn hairs. She most probably had used scissors to cut the greatest part of the long and curly hair of her cunt before shaving off the rest with a razor. I meticulously collected as much of her precious hair as I could then I carefully place them in a Kleenex tissue and after folding it, I placed it into my pocket.

I knew now that very soon I was going to get into Catherine panties. There is nothing that gives me more pleasure than to seduce a married woman and then to control her and force her to do things that she has never done before for her husband. Once a woman gets to feel and taste my above than average size cock and after she experiences my expertise in the art of fucking, she will be hooked on sex with me for the rest of her life.

Ben

My wife didn't return back home that weekend after she left me and even though I missed her a lot I missed my daughter even more. On Sunday I phoned her brother who is living on the West Coast, he told me that she wasn't there and he didn't know where she was. I then phoned her friend Lucie on the same day and I was surprised to learn that both, my wife and my daughter were there but Lucie asked me not to try to contact them for a few more days.

On Monday morning I tried again to reach Lucie but either the phone was disconnected or no one was answering the phone. I then made up my mind that I was going to drive to Lucie's house after work that day and get my daughter back.

But that same afternoon, a middle age woman asked my secretary to see me at work. As soon as I saw her enter my office I had a bad feeling about her.

"Mr. Ben Wilson?" she said as soon as she was in front of me.

"Yes, my name is Ben Wilson. What can I do for you?"




Seeds of Doubt, Harvest of Sorrow Ch. 02



Instead of answering my question, she walked a few step toward me and gave me a large envelope.

"My name is Pauline Keptner and I represent your wife Catherine. This is a Restraining Order that bars you from coming into contact with your wife and your daughter Chantal for the next 10 days. You may NOT contact them for any reason. If you do I will have you prosecuted for violating a court order."

She then handled me another envelope and said in an even colder voice.

"Now this is a copy of the Legal Separation paperwork that will be filed tomorrow. It basically says that you both are now legally separated. Later this week you will be served with divorce paperwork. This will start the divorce process. It should take anywhere between 4-6 months and then you both will be divorced and be free to move forward with your lives."

After looking at me with an air of contempt for a few second, she turned around and got out of my office.

To make a long story short, I also hired a lawyer and I soon learned that my wife was very serious about the divorce and it appeared that she never wanted to talk to me again. I had a long talk with Lucie on the phone a few days later, she told me that my wife had rented a small house in the suburb and she no longer wanted to have anything to do with me because I had hurt her too much and she didn't want to go through that again.

Two days later I was served with divorce papers. Catherine was asking for full custody of our daughter with my being allowed to see her one weekend every two weeks. She was also asking for child support and half or our earning, but she wanted nothing of my art business. Of course I was devastated and I had no intention of signing even thought my lawyer advised me to accept.

Then one day about a month later I was given a choice by her lawyer. Either I signed the divorce papers and retained the right to see my daughter as my wife had offered or she was going to fight me in court on the ground of mental cruelty. In so doing she was going to do all in her power so that I would never see my daughter again.

After my lawyer explained to me that there was a good chance that she could win if I didn't agree, I finally signed since I knew that if I lost my case, I wouldn't be able to endure the hell of being away from my daughter for ever. Six months later we were divorced.

Not once was I able to talk to Catherine after that fatal day when I placed that last anonymous letter before her. My only contact with Catherine was through Lucie who still remained friendly with me or through her lawyer. Of course I did go to her house to pick my daughter every second Friday afternoon, but we never talked then. I would ring the door bell then Chantal would come out with her bag of clothing for the two nights at my house.

I missed my wife terribly. I was still very much in love with her and I didn't hate her even after my divorce. In the back of my mind I was not sure that I had done the right thing in trying to force her to admit her cheating. As a matter of fact I was no longer sure that she had done anything wrong since I had no evidence that indicated that she had been with a man since that day when she ran away with our daughter. But as my father use to say, 'when you make your bed, be prepared to sleep in it'. I knew that I now had to live the consequences of my accusation.

Then to make matters worse still, when I phoned Lucie one day she was crying on the phone and I had trouble understanding what she was trying to tell me. She was finally able to explain that she was moving to Atlanta where her grandparents were still living. Jerry her husband had moved out and he was asking for a divorce.

She was extremely affected by the separation and she kept crying all the time on the phone. She did tell me though, that Catherine said to her that she still loved me but she couldn't live with me since I no longer trusted her. She finally said that she didn't believe that my ex-wife had ever cheated on me. Deep within my heart I now accepted that she was right and that I had made the worst mistake in my life in not trying harder to find the truth about the anonymous letters.

Catherine

My daughter and my husband were my whole life. Everything I did and every thought I had concerned them, they were all that mattered to me. Ben was the best husband that a woman could ask for. I knew that he loved me very much and he adored our daughter. The fact that he spent so much time with us was proof enough of that.

Our love life was fantastic and he never failed to give me intense orgasms every time we made love. We had a very active sex life; we made love at least three times per week even after five years of marriage.

Ben was very generous with us. He often bought presents for Chantal and he took us to restaurants all the time. One day he even came home with a brand new car for me, he had exchanged my old car for a new SUV. We went shopping together every week and at least twice per month he took me to eat out in fancy restaurants and then afterwards we went dancing.

Yes, we had the perfect marriage until this fatal day. He came home from work that day and he turned his head away from me when I tried to kiss him on the lips. I knew then that something was terribly wrong.

When he placed the large manila envelope in front of me as I sat there at the kitchen table, I felt sick and I began to shake all over. Somehow I knew that something terrible was going to happen to me.

Then before I could reach for the envelope, he began to tell me about another letter that he received about two months previously. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. Someone had written to my husband that he was aware of the hidden mole I had on my left breast, there was no way for me to explain how anybody beside my husband could have seen it.

When I was in high school I only let a few of my dates fondle me over my clothing. Later when I was dating while attending university, there were no more than half a dozen young men that sucked on my breasts and they always did this in the dark while we were inside a car. I was sure that no one has ever seen my breasts except Ben.

For a few seconds I thought that this was all a big joke. But I soon realized that he was dead serious about the whole thing. Ben then told me to look inside the envelope since it contained another anonymous message he had received from the same man that very same afternoon.

I first pulled the black piece of cloth from the envelope and it turned out to be black panties. Then I read what was written on the sheet of paper that was with the panties in the envelope.

I was stunned and I had to read the paragraph once again before the horror of what was happening to me finally hit home. Ben was accusing me of cheating on him. I then experienced the full spectrum of painful emotions, surprise, sadness, extreme deception, rage then sadness. Yes I was sad that my husband that I respected and loved so much would think so low of me and imagined that I could do such a thing.

I wanted to prove him wrong so I ran up the stairs to my room so as to get the black panties that we had bought the previous week at the mall. I looked in the drawer of the bureau where they should have been but they were not there even though I did see the matching bra there. I then looked in all the other drawers, nothing.

I slowly got down into the kitchen crying and angry at Ben. Once more I insisted that I had never cheated on him even though I couldn't explain all of this. I had the impression that he didn't seem to believe me and I got angrier still at him. Then, under the influence of strong emotions and deep deception for his lack of trust in me, I said to him. 

"If you have such a low opinion of me then there is no need for me to remain in your presence. Take the roast out of the oven yourself; I am going into my room where you won't have to look at me."

We didn't talk much for the next few days and we never discussed the matter of the panties again after that. Gradually things did improve between us after a couple of week but it did take longer for our sex life to get back on track after that deplorable incident.

After a couple of months we were back to making love even more often than we had before and one day I got the idea to surprise Ben by shaving the hair off my pussy like he had often suggested before.

That same night he was pleasantly surprise when he discovered that I had shaved myself down there and for the next couple of weeks we made love almost every night until that day when he came back home with another letter and he expected me to once again explain the content of that letter.

It seemed that whoever was sending these letters to Ben knew about my pussy being shaven and he also knew about my the little patch of hair that I had neglect to shave. There was also the mention of my being noisy when we made love. I was shocked and scared when Ben made me read the note inside the letter then to make things still worse; there was a small strand of hair in the envelope tied with a green ribbon.

The instant that I saw it I knew where it came from. Ben took a very accusing attitude towards me and he asked me to explain how this could be happening.

Once again I went into a fit of crying and I denied everything. Then I saw that look on his face, I knew that he didn't believe me. So I ran into my room crying in anger and in self pity.

Later in the evening I heard Ben driving away in his car and he never came back home that night. All through the next day I didn't hear from him and I knew that he had left me. So I phoned Lucie and I asked her if Chantal and I could move in with her for a few days until I could find a place of my own.

Lucie's husband, Jerry, was most agreeable and helpful to us during our stay in their house. He even advised me to have Ben serve with a Restraining Order so that he wouldn't try to get Chantal away from me until I could think things over for a while.

Events progressed from then on and Lucie and Jerry made me understand after a few days that Ben would never get over the fact that in his mind he believed that I was cheating on him and that I should divorce him for Chantal's sake. In Ben's mind, I had broken my marriage vows and cheated on him. I was devastated to be away from him but at the same time I knew that I just wouldn't be able to endure the deep pain that I knew I was going to experience each time he would look at me. This pain which I knew would soon change to hatred after a while.

On Jerry's advice I asked my lawyer to begin the divorce procedure. On many occasions I came very close to calling Ben and asking him if we could talk. But Jerry was a great help and support to me and he made me understand each time that I was tempted to contact Ben that it was not a good idea. As he explained to me, Ben had acted like a very jealous husband and he had probably fabricated the existence of these letters just to increase my dependence on him. Naturally Lucie agreed with him -- she never contradicted him -- and they both made me understand that if Ben really wanted me back he should be the one to contact me.

Until he signed the divorce papers Ben had been able to see our daughter many times at Lucie's house and he even spent a couple of weekends with her. But much to my regret, I never saw him face to face. I would drop my daughter at her house then on Jerry's advice I immediately drove away so that he wouldn't have to talk to me.

By the intermediary of our two lawyers, we both finally agreed to the condition of the divorce and the papers were signed after six months. I was devastated since even though I was the one that had initiated the divorce procedures, I never thought it would have come to that. At first I only wanted to scare Ben and to teach him a lesson. He had no right to mistrust me without substantial proof and his accusing me of cheating on him had hurt me terribly.

Later, once everything was over, when Ben came to my house to pick our daughter every alternate weekend, I would hide behind the curtain and watch him through a crack. It caused me so much pain to see him, I still loved him so much and I could tell that he had lost a lot of weight and he looked so tired. It would have been so wonderful to rush out to him and hold him in my arms, kissing him and yes making love to him. But I was no longer married to him then and I felt devastated.

But Lucie and especially Jerry were of great help to me. Every time that Jerry came in my part of the city with potential customers -- he did that very often -- he would always stop to visit me and help me around the house with the odd jobs. By then I was working full time as a teacher in a school not far from where I was living. My daughter Chantal was also in her first grade in my school and it was very convenient for both of us.

But just over two months after my divorce, events began to happen very fast around me.

One day Jerry had a long talk with me and he explained to me that things were not going too well between him and Lucie. He didn't say exactly what the problem was and I didn't dare ask him. The next thing that I knew, a crying Lucie was telling me on the phone that Jerry had moved out on her and he was asking for a divorce.

I was shocked and very sad of course. They were both my best friends, they had helped me so much when I moved out on Bed and now I couldn't do anything to help them.

For the next couple of weeks, I didn't get to see Ben or Lucie a lot until one evening she phoned me and she said that she was going back to live in Atlanta where her grandparents were still living.

After Lucie moved away, Jerry continued to be my friend and he often stopped at my house. Soon I noticed that he cared for me more strongly than friend should. But I was lonely and I didn't discourage him. Then he was asking me out and soon we were kissing and he proclaimed his love for me after a few months.

I was not in love with him even though I did like him a lot. I could tell though that my daughter Chantal wasn't too friendly toward him. One day I asked her why she was acting that way toward Jerry and she said that she didn't want anyone to replace her father. I explained to her that Jerry would never replace her father and I even surprised myself by telling her that I still loved her father but we had strong points of disagreement on adult matters and that is why we were no longer living together.

It shocked me to discover how much she still cared for her father and on that day I realized the terrible mistake I had made in acting so quickly with my divorce. We both cared for Ben and I realized that I had been ill advised in being encouraged to divorce my husband, but now it was too late and there was no turning back.

After a few more months Jerry told me one day that he and Lucie were now legally divorce and he was now free to ask me to marry him. I didn't want to get married again ever but we did continue to date and soon we were having sex together. He kept on asking me to marry him and even though I didn't love him I finally figured that before my daughter should discover that he was often spending the night in my bed it would be much more appropriate that I became Jerry's wife.

Ben

One Friday evening when I went to Catherine's house to pick my daughter I noticed a blue Honda parked behind Catherine's SUV in the driveway. After Chantal got out of the house and was sitting in my car, I asked her about the black car.

"It belongs to Uncle Jerry"

At first I couldn't figure who was that Jerry and owner of the blue Honda that my daughter was referring, but then I did remember often seeing that same car parked in front of Lucie's house. Yes, I now knew who Jerry was. But for my daughter to refer to him as "Uncle Jerry" was something completely unacceptable to me.

"But what is he doing at your mom's house sweetie?"

I suppose that my daughter could detect a trace of frustration in my voice. She turned toward me with an impatient expression.

"I don't know daddy, he comes to our house all the time. He sometimes mows the lawn and helps mommy around the house, she told me to call him Uncle Jerry."

I was beyond being shocked. That son of a bitch, I said to myself, he was after Catherine and she was too stupid to realize it. Unless ...unless she knew about his less than honorable intentions and she didn't mind his trying to seduce her.

It then started me to think. My wife had run to Lucie's house with my daughter that day when she moved away from home. Jerry was staying with Lucie at the time and he must have realized how vulnerable Catherine was at the time. He probably set his mind on seducing her then.

Yes, the more I thought about it the more it all fitted in. I was now driving slowly toward my house while Chantal was quietly sitting next to me I was lost in my thoughts thinking about Jerry.

He was the one that sold her the house and he was always giving her advice. The restriction order and the divorce that came so quickly were most probably his ideas, I knew that Catherine would never had done this on her own without meeting with me before doing this. Even his breaking up with Lucie was all planned so that he could be free to seduce Catherine. It all fitted in now, he was planning to move in with her and... But wait a minute...no, no, I couldn't even formulate clearly the thought that was in my mind since it was so monstrous, so wicked and evil.

Could it be that Jerry was the one that had sent those three anonymous letters to me? Could someone be so evil so as to plan during all those months the destruction of my marriage so that he could get my wife in the end? After all he did have the opportunity since I do recall that Catherine once told me that he sometimes came to the house to visit Lucie when she was teaching.

Yes it all fitted in. He certainly had the opportunity to take my wife black panties from her bureau; he also could have removed her pubic hair from the trash can in her room. Since my wife and Lucie had no secrets from each other, Lucie must have known about the mole on my wife breast as well as her shaved pussy. All of a sudden I had to pull my car on the side of the street on which I was driving; I no longer had strength in my legs.

Dear God, what have I done? I knew now that my wife had never cheated on me, I had pushed her out of my marriage with all those constant accusations. All of a sudden I couldn't help myself and I began to cry like a baby. When I came back to my sense a short time later, my daughter was also crying next to me and she was pressing her small body against me.

"What is wrong daddy? Did I say something wrong, I am sorry if I did?"

"No honey you did nothing wrong. It is daddy that did a bad thing and this is why I am crying now.

I drove home and I didn't dare ask her anything else about 'Uncle Jerry' during that week-end. But many times during the next two weeks I drove past Catherine's house and on two occasions I did see Jerry's car parked in the driveway.

It's impossible for me to describe the maelstrom of emotions that I experienced when I saw his car parked there. At first I felt deep sorrow and tears were forming in my eyes before I realized it. Once I even had to park my car a few houses away from my ex-wife's house because of the strong emotions that I felt. Then rage and a strong desire for vengeance took hold of me.

As I sat in my car once and looking into the rearview mirror and I could still see his blue Honda parked there next to Catherine's SUV in the driveway. Along with anger, a feeling of self pity took hold of me. In the same house where the two persons that I loved the most in the world were in that moment, there was also with them an evil man who had probably been responsible for the breakup of my marriage. He was now with her at this very moment and he was working on seducing my wife. Yes in the back of my mind Catherine was still my wife even though I had signed the divorce papers.




Seeds of Doubt, Harvest of Sorrow Ch. 02



It had been over four months since my divorce now and almost every day I still kept asking myself how Catherine was doing. We hadn't talk once since she left me and the only information I had about her was from talking to my daughter. I often came close to calling her and asking her to forgive me, but my pride prevented me from doing so. I was the one that had accused her and I knew that I should be the one to beg her forgiveness.

I kept on driving in front of her house many times each week and Jerry's car was often there in the driveway. Had he already fucked her? Probably not I told myself, Catherine wouldn't permit him too many liberties so soon after our divorce, especially with our daughter around. But he was a smooth operator, he was an expert, judging by what he had done so far to my marriage, and he could afford to take his time.

Then one Sunday afternoon, about a month later, as I was driving Chantal back to Catherine's house, I noticed that Jerry's blue Honda was already there.

"I see that Jerry is already there," I told my daughter sitting next to me, and "I suppose he will be eating supper with you and mommy this evening."

"He often eats at home now, he sometimes even sleep in the spare bedroom next to mine. I saw him kissing mommy the other day, I wish that you and mommy were still living together with me daddy. I don't like Uncle Jerry."

Later, after dropping off my daughter, I drove home as if in a dream. I knew now that even if I was to call Catherine and beg her to forgive me, it was already too late. She and Jerry had something going on together and this would make it more difficult for her to forgive me.

From then on, things went from bad to worse. One week-end, while I was with my daughter eating at a McDonald, I began to ask her questions about her mother and Jerry. After asking her if Jerry was spending a lot of time at home, she said to me.

"He is there very often daddy. He eats there most of the time and he and mom often go together to eat out and to see a movie."

"But who is staying with you honey when they are out of the house?"

"Mom asks Annette to stay with me when she goes out with Uncle Jerry. Annette is in high school and she lives in the house next to ours."

I was shocked to learn that Jerry was moving so fast with Catherine. Before I became too emotional I proceeded to ask my daughter another line of questions and try to forget about Jerry for a while.

"Does mommy ask about me sometimes?"

"Yes she does daddy. The other day she asked me if you had a lot of friends visiting you and she wanted to know if you were doing ok and taking your pills."

I supposed that Catherine wanted to know if I had a girl friend and was bringing her home when Chantal was there. But the fact that she was also worried about me taking of my allergy pills did please me. When we were living together she always kept track of me so that I took my pills regularly. It did show that she still cared about me. But before I had time to ask my daughter another question she went on.

"The other day when we were all seated around the table eating dinner, I told mommy about the new patio doors that you installed in the house. Then mommy asked me if the doors were made of wood or metal, but before I could answer her, Uncle Jerry went into a fit."

"What do you mean by a fit? Did he hurt you?"

"No. He didn't hurt me but he was angry with me and he told me that I was not supposed to talk about you in the house. So I ran to my room and cried."

This only confirmed what I already knew. Jerry was a bastard; he was getting his grip tighter all the time on my family. He was the one responsible for the breakup of my marriage and as sure as the sunrises in the east, I was going to make him pay.

One day, the very next time that I went to pick my daughter at Catherine's house, Chantal told me that her mom and Jerry were going to get married in a month's time when school would be over for the summer. I was shocked and devastated. Until that time I still had hoped of being able to talk to her and beg her to forgive me, I was even hoping that we might get back together. But once she would be married to Jerry this could never happen.

I knew I had to act fast, before their marriage took place and I took an important decision that day.

The following Monday I hired an investigator -- his name was Sam Harris -- to look into Jerry's past and to gather as much information on him as possible. I also told him that I wanted this in a hurry and that money was not a problem.

Catherine

On the same day that I accepted to marry Jerry, he moved in permanently with us into my house and each and every night after that he slept in my bed. I did try to make him understand that for Chantal's sake, it wasn't the best thing to do, but he wouldn't understand.

For me it was another confirmation of his controlling character. Until then I had often noticed that he tended to tell me what to do most of the time, but I simply told myself that he was just trying to help me and that he had my best interest at heart. But his insisting on sleeping in my bed was certainly not a good decision from his part.

Then there was the increasing friction that existed between my daughter and Jerry. For some reason that I hadn't figured out yet, Chantal didn't seem to like Jerry at all. I had often tried to talk with her so as to find out why she was so cold toward him but she simply said to me that she didn't want anyone to replace her father.

On those weekends that my daughter was staying with her father, Jerry insisted on having sex with me all the time. Pretty much against my will he even insisted on taking pictures of me naked, he also bought me a lot of sex toys, some of them I liked but lot of them I found very strange. Sometimes he would insist on tying me naked on our bed and then he would blindfold me and he would lick and suck my body for a long time before climbing on me and ordering me to suck his cock.

He also always insisted that I swallow when he came into my mouth, afterward he would make me take his scrotum in my mouth and at the same time to shove a finger in his rear hole. I had never done any of those things with Ben and even though I did enjoy some of them, it was just one more confirmation of what I already knew, Jerry was taking complete control of our relationship and it was scaring me.

Even with all the sex that we were regularly having together and all the strange things that he was making me do, there was something important missing from our relationship. We were not making love, we were having sex, and strange sex at that.

As the day to our marriage approached, I was comparing Jerry to Ben more and more, either in bed or in our every day 'rapport' whenever he was with me in the house. Each time Ben came out way ahead and I began to fell that I was making a big mistake in marrying Jerry.

I even realized that he was becoming more and more possessive and controlling toward me each day that went on. He now insisted that as soon as I came back from work that I dress in a half transparent gown in the house, he would often try to reach for my breasts in front of my daughter, a thing that I didn't tolerate. Even when I went working, he insisted on telling me what to wear, I also noticed that he was also trying to make my daughter dress the way he wanted.

The week before the vacation were due to start -- also exactly two weeks before we were to be married -- I understood that I had made a big mistake in accepting to marry Jerry, but it was too late now since everything was set up and it scared me even to think about the way he would react if I was to go back on my promises to marry him. I had to go on with the ceremony and that there was no turning back now.

It was the evening after the last day of school for Chantal and all the children's parents had been invited at school for a spectacle and a ceremony to celebrate the end of the school year.

On course all the teachers had to attend and Jerry was supposed to be there also but two days previously he had been selected at work to attend a two day convention in Boston. He tried very hard to get out of it, but he had been told by his boss in no uncertain term, that he had to go since it concerned the new laws that were to be passed concerning the sales of houses.

Jerry and I both knew that Ben would be there in school that evening and he warned me that I was not to talk to him under any circumstance. I could even detect the hatred and fear in his eyes and voice when he ordered me not to talk to Ben. Of course I knew that Ben wouldn't even try to talk to me, after all for the last year he had never tried before so why would he want to do that now.

Chantal performed a small number on stage with five other children of her class. She did very well, I was very proud of her as I watched her from behind the stage. But at the same time, with my eyes, I was searching for Ben in the crowd of people sitting in the large gym and all of a sudden I saw him. He had not changed much except for the fact that it was evident that he had lost weight. My heart skipped a beat when I first say him and I couldn't take my eyes from him. Yes I still loved him and I felt so sorry for the way things had turned out.

At the end of the ceremony Chantal met me at the back of the stage and after taking my hand she told me that Ben wanted to take a picture of her and me together. I was stunned and I asked myself why after all that time would he want to see me, but at the same time I felt a surge of pleasure that is impossible to describe.

As soon as we were in sight of Ben I felt like rushing into his arms. It was as if a breath of fresh air was finally entering my lungs after a long stretch of time without being able to breathe. He was handsome as he smiled at me; the closer we got toward him the faster my heart was beating. As soon as we were close enough, Chantal reached for his hand and while she was squeezing one of our hands in each of her own, she said to him.

"Daddy, can we take a picture of the three of us together."

"Yes honey, provided of course that your mother don't mind."

I was so much taken by surprise by what was just happening. This plus the fact that Ben seemed willing to talk to me made me loose my capacity to talk for the moment. I just smiled at Ben and nodded my head at him so as to let him know of my approval. He then turned around and asked the man standing with a group of people next to us if he could take a picture of the three of us.

As I stood there side by side to my former husband with our daughter in front of us I felt so good and safe. Yes I felt safe. It was then that I realized that while I was with Jerry I always felt insecure. His continuous wanting to control my actions all the time and even trying to influence all of my thoughts made me feel that way. Now for the first time in almost a year I felt like a load was lifted from my shoulders and I could do or say anything that I felt without fear of being reprimanded.

After the picture was taken and the man handed the camera back to Ben, I just stood there and looked at my former husband. Then he looked at me for long seconds and he finally said to me.

"Catherine we must talk. I know that we should have done that a long time ago and I am sorry that I didn't try hard enough to see you before things got out of hand.

"I know Ben; I am as much to blame as you are. I was stubborn and selfish I suppose and I made many bad decisions. I hope you forgive me."

"Listen Catherine, there is something extremely important that I must tell you and it is very urgent that we talk now. Can we go somewhere right now and talk?"

I know that if Jerry had been in town I would never have accepted to accompany him, but it felt so good to be with Ben once again and I had that feeling of freedom that I hadn't felt for almost a year now, so I gladly accepted. Beside I had been cheated from having a final talk with my former husband by Jerry's constant insistence that I should never have any sort of contact with him when we were separated, I really wanted to find out why things had gone the way they had. He took us to the McDonald so that Chantal could play in the kiddie's playground while we were talking.

Ben

Sam Harris, the private investigator that I hired to look into Jerry's past, handed me his completed report a week later. First he went on to check the R.S.A. (the Real-Estate Salesmen Association) members list so as to find out where Jerry had been working before he moved into our town. He discovered that Jerry had worked four years previously as a real-estate agent in Brandon Ridge, a medium size town in Michigan. But Jerry had worked there for only a year, there was a three

year gap in his life and no one seem to know where he had worked or been after that.

When Sam finally went to talk to the chief of police of Brandon Ridge, he finally got most of the information that he needed on Jerry. The chief of police whose name was Samuel Carter was none other than the brother of a woman named Marianne Carter.

She and Jerry had been married for a short time and one day he learned that Jerry had beaten his sister so much that she had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Later, Jerry had been sent to jail for three years for assault and battery, and it seemed that previous to his sentencing, there had been many other minor charges against him for similar incidents with other women that he had been living with.

In other words, Jerry was a predator. He preferred to prey on women who were in a situation of distress since it was much easier for him to get into their good graces. He had met Marianne soon after the death of her husband.

Then Sam dropped a bombshell on me when he said that after talking to Samuel Carter he flew to Atlanta and he had a long talk with Lucie. She told him about Jerry's being a control freak and that he was often beating her also. But what Sam found the most interesting was that Jerry had never legally divorced Lucie yet. He had never even bothered to file for a divorce and by law he was still married to her.

This only confirmed what I already had known about Jerry. He had purposely set out to ruin my marriage so that later he could seduce my wife. The fact that Lucie was my wife's friend made it that much easier for him since it allowed him to learn very personal things about my wife. He used Lucie to get all the information he could and once the stage was set for the seduction of Catherine, he got rid of Lucie without even bothering to make it legal.

As soon as I read the report I knew that I had to warn Catherine. But I knew also that this would be very difficult, so far she had always refused to talk to me. When Chantal asked me to come and see her presentation at the end of her school year, I knew that it was going to be my chance to try and have a talk with her since she was going to be there also. Of course there was also a good chance that Jerry would be present there also but I was willing to give it a try anyway.

As luck would have it, Jerry was not there and when I saw my daughter walking toward me hand in hand with her mother, I knew that this was the chance that I had been waiting for.

Later that same day, Catherine and I were sitting together in a corner of a McDonald restaurant while at the same time keeping and eye on our daughter who was having fun with a couple of other kids of her age.

Sitting there in front of my ex-wife, I couldn't help myself and kept on staring at her beautiful face, I was still very much in love with her. She had lost weight in the last year, but she was still a stunningly beautiful woman with her shoulder long hair and her emerald color, piercing eyes.

It was evident to see that she still had affection for me, judging by the softness of her expression each time she would look at me. Yes I saw love in her eyes, but there was also sorrow and sadness in them and I felt a strong urge to hold her in my arms as she sat there in front of me. But I had extremely important things to tell her, so I began to open up my heart to her.

"Catherine, what went wrong in our relationship? How did everything go from the wonderful and happy marriage we had to the way they are now?"

Her eyes immediately became full of tears as she looked at me with love and sorrow in her eyes.

"I don't know Ben. Events happened so fast and it all got out of our hands, I am still stunned by what has happened to us."

"No, there is much more to this Catherine. I now know who sent those letters to me, and this man purposely set out to destroy our marriage with his lies."

Her tearful eyes opened even wider as she looked at me with an intensity that I had never noticed before.

"Who did this to us Ben, tell me? This man doesn't deserve to live."

"First of all have you ever thought about anyone, beside me of course, who could possibly know about the mole that you have?"

"There is no one Ben. Both my parents knew about it but they are both dead now."

"How about Lucie? Have you ever told her about it and did you also talk to her about shaving yourself and leaving a small patch of hair?"

For a few seconds I could tell that she was ill at ease as she looked at her hands resting on the table. After a long pause she finally said.

"Yes she knew about these things, we seldom had secrets from each other, but she would never have sent those letters to you, she has always been my best friend."

"But she was also Jerry's wife at the time; as a matter of fact she is still legally married to him."

Catherine expression went from sad to shock, in the click of an eye.

"What? What do you mean exactly by them still being married?"

"You don't have to believe me Catherine, I have her phone number here, she lives in Atlanta, just phone her and ask her if she is divorced from Jerry or just separated."

"Are you sure Ben, are you not simply saying this so as to try to prevent me from marrying Jerry?"

"You are right Catherine; I am trying to prevent you from marrying him. But believe me, he never divorced Lucie, he also spent three years in jail for beating his previous wife and sending her to the hospital for two weeks. He is the one that wrote those three letters that caused the breakup of our marriage. He got all the information he needed from Lucie."

Catherine now had that look of horror as she intensely stared at me. Still I went on.

"Don't you see Catherine, from the first time that he ever saw you; he set out to destroy our marriage and to get you. He is a predator, he has done this many times before and he will do it again if he is not permanently stopped."

Tears were now falling down her cheeks; I knew that I had better stop so as to let her absorb what I had just said to her. But before leaving I made her promise me that she would call Lucie the very next morning and then call me at my office.

I didn't sleep much that night. When she phoned me the next morning at my office, I was still sitting there and thinking about my previous evening talk with her. A soon as my secretary told me that my ex-wife was on the phone waiting to talk to me I had the phone in my hand.

"Hello Catherine? Were you able to talk to Lucie?"

"Yes Ben I just finished talking to her a few minutes ago. You were right about everything Ben. She now realizes that Jerry was using her to get to me. She is the one that told him about the mole and other things. She also said that he often went into our house by himself so as to use the washroom when she was outside with Chantal. So he must have stolen my panties and...the other things from my room then."

I could hear her openly sobbing on the line now. Having just had the confirmation that she never shouldn't have put her trust in Lucie and at the same time that she had been used by Jerry for his own selfish agenda, which resulted in the breakup of our marriage, was too much for her.




Seeds of Doubt, Harvest of Sorrow Ch. 02



"Take it easy Catherine, I am as much to blame as you are for what happened. I should have tried harder to talk to you before things went as far as they did. The question now is what are we going to do? Do you still intend to marry Jerry?"

"NO! No Ben. I will never marry him; I don't even want to ever seen him again. But I am so afraid now. He is supposed to get back from the convention this afternoon. What should I do?"

"I suggest that you leave the house now and go somewhere else before he gets back, I will talk to him."

"But where will I go, and I must think of our daughter? Jerry is a dangerous man, I know he will insist that I go on with the marriage, I am scared of him Ben."

"Here is what we will do Catherine, provided that you agree of course. Why don't you take a few things and move in the house with me for a few days until this whole mess is over. You can use the guests room and Chantal already has her own room."

"Thank you Ben, thank you so much. I am so sorry for what happened, will you ever forgive me?"

I heard more sobbing and sniffing on the line, I felt bad for her.

"Listen to me. I will go to your house right now and I will help you pack a few things, then you will bring your car and hide it in my garage. That way Jerry won't be sure where you are. I will get in touch with my lawyer and I will have him come to our house so that we can have a restraining order delivered to Jerry as soon as he gets back."

Of course I didn't go back to the office afterward and neither for the next few days. Chantal was so happy to be back 'home' and living with her mommy and daddy.

The restraining order was delivered to Jerry by my lawyer who was accompanied by a policeman. They were both waiting for him when he arrived at Catherine's house. He was not even allowed to enter the house to get his things.

When he saw me sitting in my car talking with the policeman and the lawyer after he had read the document that had been handled to him, he knew that I was behind what was happening to him. I almost wished that he would come and have his say with me then, I know that I would have beaten the shit out of him. But it didn't matter since I had much more sinister plans for Jerry.

Catherine and I got back together. We even got married again after a few months. She had learned quite a few tricks in the art of fucking while living with Jerry and it was a big problem for me to gradually discover her willingness and even her eagerness to performing certain sex acts. It was a big turn off at first when she took the initiative in introducing me to those new tricks that she had learned while in Jerry's hands. But I gradually got over her advanced experience in the art of enjoying sex with me since the sex between us was also based on love. Little by little I learned to love and to enjoy living with this new Catherine, as for Chantal she kept telling us how happy she was that we were back together as a family. 

As for Jerry, well he did try dozens of times to contact Catherine either on the phone or by knocking at my door when I was not home. But it seemed that he was very unlucky after a while -- of course I had a lot to do with what happened to him -- and the long arm of the law finally caught up with him.

Just a few months after the day Jerry got back from his convention, the police found half a kilo of cocaine and a hand gun in his car, since he was still on parole, he was arrested immediately and sent to jail for ten years.

You see, even after that he was still very unlucky. Samuel Carter the chief of police of Brandon Ridge , knew very well the jail warden where Jerry was sent. He was placed in the same cell as Bubba, a big black guy who was known for his liking of white male asses.

Yes the seeds that you sow will sometimes also produce a harvest that you don't expect.