55 comments/ 84628 views/ 12 favorites Stopping Her Affair By: chilleywilley Stopping Her Affair, Save Their Marriage and she thought it was all her idea Thanks for editing goes to drbob80. It is not all right to post this story on other website. Copyright reserved If this story offends your morality or your fetishes, read something else. If you hate all who stumble and fall, read no further. If you get off on the righteous male delighting in a begging female, this story is not for you either. If you expect true life reality, you are on the wrong website. If you try the actions described here, you may prove by example, that Darwinian selection still is occurring, and you have a good chance of being selected. If you like a good story, enjoy. This is all fiction. * I am semi retired. I live more simply now, alone by choice, and have my own routine. My life revolves around my son, Robert, his wife, Dawn, and my grandson Bobbie. After that comes my love interest of the month, my gardens, civic duties and odd jobs take up what time's left. My son is really focused on his career, as you have to be these days. He's doing well as a company guy, very well in fact. I know, I do their taxes. Everything seemed OK for him in the work and money department. Think engineer, that's him. I actually enjoy his wife's conversation more than his. Dawn (her folks were a couple of hippies) is intuitive, quicker witted, and better read than Robert. She's a big believer in Edgar Cayce, the possibility of alien UFOs and the weird rumor of the week. Since she's into bible scholarship, and philosophy in general, she's interesting to talk to. To be truthful, most of the time I often don't know what she really believes, as opposed to what she advocates just for the joy of a good argument, and to talk about interesting stuff. Yesterday, while we had lunch sitting in her kitchen, she was convinced, for example, that there are people on this earth who are leading parallel lives with us. They are referred to as doppelgangers. She felt there are likely several couples identical to her and Robert, but perhaps older or younger, probably living in other countries, but each has one son, one grandmother, and two grandfathers, etc, etc. She thinks that when you meet one of them, and she has met two in her life (this is from her, not me!), you can get a glimpse of the future if they are older than you and it almost always is a harbinger of bad luck. I wasn't much help on that one. "And how do you recognize a doppleganger?" I asked. "Well it can be difficult, but usually they signal their coming. Something that gets your attention. Like I was wondering about getting serious when we were dating. I mean, I'm like into the moment, and he's into planning. Was it a good match? I was getting dressed, and there was a tremendous clang! I jumped a mile. Turns out it was only workmen dropping a huge thick piece of metal over a big hole they had dug. They had been working on the road in front of the dorm. When I got to the coffee shop that morning, two women were talking, and one said "Opposites do attract! My husband is really detail oriented, and I'm so impulsive, but it works out great! I loosen him up a bit, and he puts the brakes on me sometimes." So you see?" "Well, no Dawn I don't see." "The big bang alerted me to wisdom I would soon receive from my doppelganger. That woman. She answered my question, and she was right. I married Robert and it's worked out good." "So revelations from Zeus are preceded by the flash of lightening and the sound of thunder?". "Well, ya, sort of. I mean it might be something different, but it will be something that grabs your attention." I couldn't really think of a logical explanation why this should be true. In the absence of facts, rational explanations wobble. Of course, she had no explanation of exactly how this could be either. The conversation drifted to predestination, (Everything is known by god, so there is no free will). I'm a free will guy, myself. If god is all powerful, he could have made us all pure and such, but as we are not, then he has given us free will. So my week is broken up into days I do work around the house, days I goof off, and days, like today, where I pay the rent. My job is keeping the tourist brochures in the racks at four museums, 9 or 10 hotels, depending on who's in business this month, and one rest stop on the turnpike in the three county area. The pay isn't much, but they do pay mileage, and I make money on that, since I have an old diesel Jetta. I even get a discount on insurance and registration because it's a vintage car! I pulled into the Holiday Inn parking lot, my third of the nine stops I have to make today. As I was getting the boxes out from the trunk, I saw my daughter at the far end of the parking lot get out of her car, and walk with a bounce and a swing over to a fellow about 10 years older, just getting out of a red Miata. Dawn give him a very warm kiss and a grope. How about that! I ducked behind my car, and watched through the windows as they scampered up the stairs, along the balcony, arms around each other, his hand in her hip pocket. They went into room 211, closed the door and were gone. She was too intent on him to notice much of anything else. Normally my vintage car sticks out in a crowd. I could have been dressed in a gorilla suit, and they wouldn't have noticed. Well I had no time to do much of anything about her right then, and maybe it wasn't my job. I needed to think about this. Act in haste, regret at leisure. Meanwhile, labor calls, I carried a box of brochures into the motel office. I use boxes that liquor came in, as they have twelve compartments, and I fill each with a different brochure I've been going to this hotel every couple of weeks for years, well before Kumar Patel took over the place. As usual, his wife Mohini, was at the desk, and greeted me warmly. She was a short, nicely rounded woman with a twinkle in her eye, and a sharp mind. Moe likes to banter and talk about American/Indian cultural differences. A year ago she was talking about how American women shave everything, and think not to do so is gross, and that her husband initially forbade her to shave anything at all, and then only reluctantly agree to let her shave her legs when she pointed out that even most Indian women shave their legs. I told her she was my dream, as I liked women exactly as she was groomed. I promised her that given the chance, I would gladly nuzzle and lick all the furry spots and more besides! She blushed furiously, and reminded me she was a married woman. When Kumar went to see his mother in Ireland (of all places) I reminded her of my letch, and we ended up in bed. We both enjoyed it so much, that it stretched into a marathon of fucking, sucking, and toys nearly every day for about 10 days. We had a delightful time, but called it to an end by mutual consent, as Kumar was returning, and it was time to resemble responsible adults. But that is another story! So now you know why I had no problem asking Mo for some confidential information. After a bit of chit chat, I asked "Mo, what's the deal with the guy in room 211?" "Ohh," she says, "A fun guy. He come here every week same time, same room. Mr. Michael Gorski is the name." "Who's he work for?" asks I. "Ahh, he pay me. I make the money, so he must work for me! Ha Ha." "No, seriously. Mo." "How should I know?" "Well, does his credit card have a business name on it? Shouldn't you not be looking at these, Homeland Security and all?" "Let me look in the file. He's only a terror to the women, no interest for Mr. Obama, but competition for you with the ladies! Is that not so! Yah, it says here UBC Digital Inc. Say, I'm not suppose to tell you this, why you are asking?" "I think I know the women he's with, and you can be certain he doesn't have to worry about me as competition for her. I prefer dark haired women." That got a blush out of her. "Oh, is she light haired? I never see her, just hear about what they do from Aunt Chahna who cleans the room. Messy sheets, smell of fucking. But good customer, in at 12:30, out at 2:30 PM. Leave a mess? No they do not! Nor do they take towels. Fun for them, good business for us!" We chatted a bit more, then she got back to their accounts, and I finished loading the brochure rack. So what to do? Tell my boy Robert his wife's put the horns on him? Confront them today? Tell her to knock it off? Neither really fit. After all, if she would get custody of the kid, and she probably would, if she even suspected I ratted her out, I'd never see my grandson again. Then too, a brief affair certainly isn't a good thing, but it doesn't have to be a marriage-ending thing. No end of reasons why people cheat; because they aren't getting what they need at home, emotional or physical; just for the thrill of it; or as a transition out of the marriage? Who knows? So, I could rat her out, or Gorski...Now that was a thought. Gorski! If he's married, that might bring it to a halt. Or...not. Of course, he might confess, and then his wife might want revenge. Call Robert, and that would be a mess. I don't think Robert would take too kindly...divorce quite possibly. Well, I could make it difficult for them, wages of sin and all, and hopefully not get arrested for harassment. If things started going wrong, Dawn is very superstitious for a person with some education. I bet, with a bit of work, I could spook her into quitting, without getting caught. Get her wierded out, so to speak, and she might turn out Gorski as the load of bad Karma I assumed he was. I started the Jetta and drove out onto the highway, leaving a puff of soot in the air. Mo could see me leave the motel, if she was watching. Thirty yards down the road, I pulled into the parking lot of the Wash and Fold next door to the Holiday Inn. Out of Mo's sight, I rummaged in the trunk for a pair of nippers, crossed the parking barrier, and walked over to Dawn's car. I glanced at the closed curtains in room 211, bent down and nipped the valve stems on the passenger side of her car, just enough to hear a hiss. I wrote down Michael Gorski's license plate number on the palm of my hand with a ball point pen, and walked back out to my car. On my way home, I stopped off at our local police station. I've known the chief of the village's three man outfit since he played on a Slip and Slide. "Sandy: I have a license number, here, I wonder what you could tell me about the owner?" I had copied the number onto a bit of foolscap, and handed it to him. "Well, I'm not allowed to tell you anything from the police data base. That stuff is all private, confidential, you know?" "Oh bull! For 25 bucks I can get it off of the internet, and find out if the owner wears dentures besides. 'S matter with you! Your office bugged? This isn't going to come back on you, I'm not doing anything rash. I think the owner's a pussy hound sniffing where he shouldn't." "Sounds like trouble to me. We hate to get domestic squabbles. People, including cops and well meaning relatives, get shot, covered with feces, brained with beer bottles...the tales I could tell! Give me an armed robbery any day. At least you go in expecting bullets to fly. Other than domestic quarrels, being a cop in this town is stupefying, and I like it to stay that way. Tell you what, get me and yourself a coffee next door at the Boisterous Belchertown Bean Roaster, and we'll talk when you get back. I like mine black." "Sure" I knew the young lady that runs the Bean Roaster. She's a refugee from the Starbucks over in Amherst, and I recommended her for the loan to buy the building. "Good morning Brie (poor girl, named after a moldy cheese. Miracle she's done so well!) Two small blacks to go. Did your dad ever get the old Ford Falcon station wagon he was looking for?" "Actually he did. He followed up on that lead you gave him. Mom wishes you had kept your damn mouth shut. Got it for $3,500. He thinks it's a great deal since all the numbers match. He's pouring money into it to restore it. I think he's an idiot. 'Don't know who would have wanted one of those in 1960, never mind now. Geeze, do you think my Dodge Shadow will be worth a lot in 50 years?" "Who can tell, Brie, who can tell." Back in Sandy's office, sipping coffee. " Now Bob, just speaking hypothetically, if something happened to somebody a couple of days after I checked him out for no reason at all, someone might come by and ask me difficult questions, what it was about, why I'd do that. Hmmm? One or two weeks, now, it would be off the radar unless something really nasty happened. Nothing really nasty is going to happen, is it!" It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "Gosh", says I, "I can understand that. Those computers know everything, and understand nothing. Well don't you mind, nothing awful going to happen to that fellah, who ever he is." Sandy handed me a hand written note, Michael Gorski, a cell phone number, a land line and an address. "He co-owns a SUV with his wife, Michelle Gorski, make and license number on the sheet. They also have a Miata, which you presumably saw. Both are apparently clean as far as the law goes. Their credit rating is piss poor, though, don't loan him any money!" "Gezz you guys are connected, aren't you." We traded cheating spouse jokes, and bullshitted until the coffee was done. With thanks, I headed out the door. Gorski didn't live that far away. I drove by the address, nice place; really...he mows his grass, but obviously doesn't own a weed whacker, judging from the tufts around the trees and sidewalk. Nothing remarkable. It was close to three PM when I got a call from Dawn. She had a flat, and would be delayed, would I pick up Bobbie at the elementary school? "Sure, I'm out and about, but I have some time yet, where are you? I'll pop over and either fix it, or pick you up and go back after we get the lad." "Gee, thanks Pop, I can always count on you, but a nice man's jacking up the car right now. If there's a problem with the spare, I'll call and take you up on that." Nice man, Ha! The car isn't the only thing he's jacking, is it! I reasoned that to do this right, I needed intelligence information. Hopefully I wouldn't go to jail over this. Over the next day or two, I got together a tool kit. The local spy store in Holyoke supplied a clock radio that concealed a color video camera with microphone with a 500 yard broadcast range. You could set it up to broadcast whenever a built in motion detector saw movement. I also rented a transponder for her car, so I could track it on my computer. As a whim, on closeout, I bought another microphone/sound detector that would broadcast through a cell phone. Neat little thing, plug it into 12 volts, it had a sound activated switch. Would call over a built in cell phone, to any number you programmed into it. My cell phone, in this case. That night, I was thinking that if or when Dawn called me from her car. My cell would be tied up, listening to the car noises, her radio and such like. I resolved to get a disposable phone so my cell would be open. A bit more money, but what the heck. If you're serious about doing something, you need good tools, and I can sell this stuff on E bay when I'm done. Later that weekend, over at the kid's house, I was adding shelving to a closet and baby sitting Bobby, while my son played golf. Never had any use for golf, myself, but god bless others who do. Dawn was out at the gym, and Bobbie was playing with the twins next door, I purloined the spare key to her car, called the twin's plump, but lovely mother to tell her I had to go out for maybe half an hour. No problem there. The local Hardware store made a duplicate key, and I picked up a box of screws. Back at the house, I dropped the spare back in the key jar, and reported in next door. I finished putting up the shelving in the hall closet, which was ostensibly why I came over, plus to get a good lunch. I had everything cleaned up, when Dawn came in with greasy bags from Taco Hell. Other than the food, we had a nice lunch in the kitchen. As I said earlier, I genuinely like Dawn, and she knows it. She has her foibles, but at heart, is a cheerful, clever, caring, person. When she laughs her nose wrinkles, her cheek bones color, and a peal of cheer comes out. Frankly, fucking Gorski seemed... Well it surprised me. I wouldn't have thought she had it in her to do this. She's too smart for such a dumb thing. I put the paper plates in the trash, kissed Dawn and Bobby goodbye, and went on my way. She really is a lovely girl. In the car, I started laughing again about the story she told me a story Bobby's teacher reported. Bobby was asked why dogs wag their tails. He replied "I don't know...but it's very common." I was chuckling now, recalling it in my mind. I sure hope this Gorski thing blows over. Monday, I spent about 35 minutes installing the microphone and the tracking stuff in Dawn's car in the parking lot at the college where she works part time. I turned her car radio on, my second cell phone rang, and I was hearing everything just fine. The only thing is, Dawn likes country music. Shit! I was going to have to listen to a lot of crummy country music in weeks to come. Not fair, that. At noon the next day, my extra cell phone rang, and after a minute or two over some dismal country music, I heard Dawn natter with some friend she was planning to have lunch with. Chick shit, Something about coming along later, blah blah blah. Silence for a bit, except for the doleful singing, if you can call it that, from a sacrilegious group from Texas...called themselves The Bovine Breeders! A moment later she was talking to Michael! She was planting wet kisses in his ear, "Oh I can't wait for Wednesday, yada yada yada, same time same place See you then, get a good night's sleep, and don't play with it, my Big Stud." Tuesday I stopped by the Holiday Inn, gave the maid a tale (this one a local girl, not any relation to Kumar so this might stay a secret), and she let me into room 211. I plugged in the video clock radio, set the time. Sound and picture both came in on my laptop. As it was motion activated, I couldn't check the transmission distance, but only wait and see. I put the hotel's alarm clock in the bag the spy radio came in. Wouldn't do to have someone notice that there were two clock radios in the room. Ain't technology great! On Tuesday afternoon, at 3:30 PM, my cell phone rang, to the tune of my Cheating Heart, followed by something with the refrain sung with a Texas accent "It's nasty down there, all that hair, its nasty down there, I despair!" Ugg! Worse that a Burma Shave jingle in a poetry class. I hit the disconnect, but my phone rang again immediately, so I had to shut the damn thing off. I did check the tracking program, damn, there's the little red car icon on a road map, sort of like Monopoly board piece. Knew right were she was, going north on State street, just passing North Maple street, going to pick Bobby at grammar school. The big day. 11:30 AM in the garden of dirty linen across from the Hotel. No snow on the ground, but it was cold with a bitter wind. Us New Englanders are not allowed to bitch about the weather, stoic endurance is one of the many things we believe make us superior to the rest of the country. I drove my pickup truck this time, hoping to be less conspicuous, and parked it at the Wash and Fold, with another car between me and the hotel. I could see room 211 through the other car's windows. My computer was plugged into my car's electrical system, cell phone off because of the goddamn music. Peace and quite. Michael came in right on time, parked, and went up to the room. He must check into the hotel on his way to work. Lookie, lookie, there he was on television, flopped on his back on the bed, giving his nuts a good scratch. Moments later, Dawn came whipping into the parking lot, and parked some distance away, just a minute or two behind him. She went tripping up to the room, carrying a fast food bag. Great picture of Michael tossing his cloths off, and going into the bathroom starkers. Nice body, but it looked to me he was heading towards fat! The bathroom was off camera, but I could hear, with a bit of envy, the sound of a healthy piss. Stopping Her Affair Meanwhile Dawn skipped through the unlocked door, hallooing and began babbling on about shit at work, and whatnot, non stop. Back out, nice frontal view of Michael's not particularly hard body. A modest amount of hair on his chest and groin, and his dick was circumcised. Hard to tell, but it looked to be of average size. Not much different from me and I presume Robert, really, other than his is uncircumcised, so I guess it's at least some small novelty for Dawn. Michael trotted over to her with a slowly swelling dick. Big kiss, lots of tongue, and Dawn reaching around, and spreading Michael cheeks. I couldn't see well, but I rather think Dawn's fingers were toying with his ass hole. Dawn broke the embrace "I'm going to get comfortable, and have a nice piss. You can put lunch on the table." Hope she washes her hands, considering where her fingers had been. Dutifully Michel with wilting cock, laid out the food. Dawn came back around the corner, naked from the waste down, sporting a good nest of hair which is unusual in young women these days. She tossed her pants on the credenza, narrowly missing the clock radio/camera. I had a back shot of the blouse and bra coming off in one smooth yank, and flying across the bed. She disappeared back into the john and had her pee, and popped back out. Still naked, with smallish funnel shaped tits, jiggling with every step. I had seen her breasts quite often when she was nursing, but this was a much better context. Wow! In sitting down, she put one dainty foot on the chair and sat on it. With one foot on the floor, and the other under her ass, her pussy showed nicely. Dawn was completely at ease, no winks, no erotic licking of lips, no hard nipples, sitting naked in the chair, and he across from her with a limp dick, eating a Mc Donald's Happy Family Meal. Ugh! What irony! I sure hope the sex will be better than the food. Obviously this has been going on a while. I was about to say they were like an old married couple, but of course they weren't because they were about to have a lusty afternoon fuck with someone else's spouse. When my wife was alive, she confined our sex to the bedroom on Sunday night, if she felt like it at all. I'm making up for lost time now, fer shure! Well, anyway, they looked really comfortable with one another. Dawn babbled about work, bitching, gossip, what someone named Tony did, and what June said then..., and all the while Michael made the odd murmur, but saying the right stuff: "What did you think of that? How did that make you feel?" New age sensitive guy stuff. I tuned out the babble, and enjoyed the nude Dawn. Not skinny, not fat, nicely rounded everywhere, with broad shoulders and hips. Nice tits, 36 B, or so with large darkish nipples a little lower than is fashionable. Probably passes the pencil test, I.E., could you put a pencil under her tit, without it falling out. Michael too, had other things on his mind than her prattle, he had one hand on a cup of soda, and one finger of his other hand below the table, twirling his pubic hair, above a once more swelling cock. Dawn daintily wiped her mouth with a napkin, crumpled up the burger wrapping, and stuffed it in the bag. "Now for my treat" and reached for the one, rather small cookie. Michael was an instant faster, and snatched it away. "Give it to me, you prick! That's mine. If you wanted one, you should have said so, and I would have gotten you one." "Dawn, if you want this cookie, you have to get down on you knees and beg, or I'm going to eat it." "Fuck you, give it to me!" "What did I say, down girl" and the son of a bitch snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor as you would to a dog. She complied, with some bitching, and kneeled upright in what I read as a submissive pose, knees apart, Hands clasped behind her back, head down, mouth open. Michael broke the cookie into pieces, stood up, with his now hard cock sticking straight out, inches from Dawn's face. Chuckling, he carefully lined the pieces of the cookie on top of his cock. "Eat them my little Honey Cunt, but no hands. Any pieces that fall off are mine!" "Deal, said Dawn, but I feed them to you." She daintily opened her mouth wide, engulfing both the head of his dick, and the first piece of cookie, closed her mouth, and his cock slid out of her mouth, with one less piece of cookie on it. She chewed open mouthed, showing the mashed cookie between her teeth. Not my idea of erotic, but of course it wasn't my one eyed snake she was dining off of. She got the second and third piece the same way, but she was running out of mouth. On the fourth piece, she gagged on the cock, and the last two pieces fell to the floor. She scooped them off of the floor (so much for the germ theory of disease) "Ok, three for me, two for you, that's fair, isn't it" She sat on the bed, and put one piece under her toes, and curled them to mash it. She hopped on the bed, sitting up with her legs crossed at the ankles sticking out over the floor, and said "Go get it!" Michael dropped to his knees and bollocks hanging down. He licked the cookie from between her toes. He had gotten most of it, and she spread her toes like a cat and said "Clean them, real good, all of 'em." Michael sucked each toe, licking between and under every toe, even the ones that never saw the cookie, while Dawn lay on her side, watching over her shoulder. I watched the gentle shift of her breasts, as they swayed slightly. "And now for the second piece..." she scrambled further onto the bed shoved a couple of pillows under her lower belly and rolled onto them propped up on her elbows, ass in the air, and tits hanging down. Michael looked at that lovely rounded ass, puzzled, and asked "Where's the cookie?" With all the grace of a Flamenco dancer, Dawn snaked her hand high in the air, and downward in a graceful spiraling arc, her index finger came to rest pointing at the crack of her ass." "Into the valley of darkness! Remember, no hands, Mikey!" Damned if Michael didn't slide up her legs, nuzzling and licking away, with his hands softly sliding over that luscious flesh. Thighs, ass cheeks, back, shoulders. Well I wouldn't have been too eager to get to the cookie, either. When his mouth began tickling the cheeks of her ass, one hand was toying with the hairs on the back of her neck, and the other reached around, and gently stroked her tit. Dawn was full of encouragement, murmuring sweet words that I couldn't quite make out. When he began licking the crack in her ass in earnest, Dawn was loving it. At first her cheeks were clenched showing off two dimples, but her toes were spreading and curling. "There's more a little deeper in, it feels wicked good from my end", and she spread her legs a bit, which loosened the cheeks of her ass. "Oh god, I love that. Oh you nasty, nasty boy." As the licking continued, she spread legs wider, to slowly give him more access. After a few more minutes, with a groan, she relaxed the cheeks of her ass completely, and spread wider yet. Her ass cheeks were twitching, nipping at his tongue. After a few minutes of this, she pulled her legs up under her, and her ass rose into the air, ready for a doggie fuck. With that puckered brown rose above, and the somewhat trimmed pussy lips below, it was a lovely sight. "Finish what you started, my fine cocksman! Stick it to me. I'm hot for a good fucking!." Michael needed no encouragement, and plunged into her but unfortunately in the process, blocked the view. Or improved the view if you were gay. As they were both engaged having a nice fuck, and I couldn't see anything anyway, I left the computer recording the scene, and walked across the street to Dawn's car. I had planned to just park it on the other side of the building, but next to her car was a big white cube truck belonging to some tradesmen rehabbing rooms. You couldn't see what was on the other side of it from her room. I pulled on a set of gloves, unlocked her car, got in, backed out, drove 50 feet and pulled in on the other side of the truck. I locked it up, and went back to my car. The grand climax was no doubt recorded, but evidently the main event was over, as they were just billing and cooing. Dawn slid up the bed, and stuck her tit in Michael's mouth, and as he sucked and tongued it, she murmured encouragement. His hand slid between her legs, and she lifted one, and rolled back a bit, and presented a pussy sodden with cum. She was riding bare back. Not good. Michel was sliding two fingers in and out, with the heel of his hand pressing on her hairy mons, his fingers slid out of her cunt, across her clit and back in. For variety sake, from time to time he stroked the area between her ass and pussy. Dawn began to buck her hips on his hand. The moans and groans began, and Michael slipped what I thought was a third finger in, sliding in and out, stroking her clit each time. Dawn crushed his face to her tit and son of a bitch, he slid one sloppy finger up her ass, then another, while his thumb worked her clit. Dawn shrieked in a hell of an orgasm, followed by a shudder or two, "Stop a minute, oh god, the fire works are still going off. Fuck, but that was good." She lay there with her eyes closed. "Bet your asshole husband doesn't do you as good!" Dawn's eyes snapped open, she reared up and slapped his face with a crack that left a red mark. "Off limits! You know that!" she softened into a smile. "But you're behind" (pun intended?) "on the orgasm count, aren't you, my well hung Cock Horse." Well, I thought, nothing is so true but thinking makes it so. His nasty bits were not a bit above average. "Where would you like to put it?" "On your back, knees up. Come on, all the way." Her knees were on her tits, and her ass was well off the mattress. He pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, and her arms between her legs, and over the back of her knees, pushing them down to either side of her. "Grab a hold of the sheet, with you hands, and don't let go. Pretend you're are tied up. If you let go for any reason, I'm going to stop immediately, get dressed and leave. Do you understand?" What a sight she was. Her tits were scrunched together by her arms, her cunt and ass were up high, and her legs were splayed, causing her holes to spread open. I wondered if he was going to do the 'frog, jumping between two ponds' as Dawn obviously did dirty. It was quite an erotic sight. Had her hands been tied, with the rope under her back, she couldn't have even struggled, and you could finger, fuck, or suck either hole. He toyed with her, tickling and poking with his left hand, while with his right, he took a bottle of lubricant out of the ice water in his soda cup. She squealed as he squirted the freezing cream on her ass hole, and whimpered softly as he worked in it, his fingers plunging first one, and then two fingers into her ass. "Michael stop that! I don't like it, Its filthy. No please, not my asshole, god no!" But her hands still clenched the sheet. "It'll only hurt a little while, honeycunt, my cock is going to split your ass. You'll feel it all the way up your big filthy ass." He slid his cock in her cunt, and began a long stroking, easily burying his cock balls deep. He couldn't possible reach any deeper, with each thrust, he wiggled a bit as he mashed her mons and clit. Dawn grunted with every thrust. He slowly slid his cock out, until the head popped out, and then plunged in, again and again. Suddenly he shifted gears, and began pulling out, rubbing her clit once or twice with his thumb, and then giving her one or two quick short thrusts, sliding no more than the head of his cock, before a swift deep plunge. Dawn never knew what he would do next, and her excitement ratcheted up. Leaning on one arm, his other hand easily scratched and flicked and prodded both her nipples at the same time. Since she couldn't move, he had complete control. "Tighten you pussy, squeeze my cock!" Her ass cheeks twitched as she squeezed his dick. He kept up the assault on her cunt. Poke, rub, thrust. After a bit, the cock came out, and he mashed it on her clit, and rubbed it back and forth. Dawn made and odd sound like mewing. Two quick thrusts deep into her cunt, Out his cock popped, and he aimed it at the back door. Dawn let out a yelp as his cock slid into her ass, past the sphincter, but she never let go the sheets. He took a couple of shallow strokes in her ass, and then eased his cock all of the way out, and once more forced the pungent passage. "Open you ass to me, you slut cunt, you're fighting me. Do it as if you were taking a shit!" Back up the ass, now fucking hard as he buried his cock deep into her ass. Dawn whimpering with each thrust. Pain or pleasure, who knows. Michael reached down, out of my sight, but presumably stroked her cunt and clit with his fingers. "Does it hurt for my cock to be buried in you ass? Is my cock splitting you?" "Oh god, it hurts so, stop, you're too big. You're hurting, Ahhh ehhh ehhh" with each plunge. Her toes were clenching and spreading, and the cheeks of her ass were milking his cock. The two of them were gasping and moaning in the throws of a bed shaking orgasm. My own cock was throbbing, but no relief for me. Bad enough I was in a parking lot watching and illegally recording home made porn, without adding public masturbation to the crime. They lay panting and sweating, until Dawn said "uhh, get off me, I can't breathe". He rolled off and Dawn let go of the sheets, and lowered her legs. She shuddered with a mini orgasm, and grabbed Michael by the ear, and said "You made the mess. Clean me up with your lovely tongue" " Forget it Pretty Pussy. I don't mind a cream pie once in a while, but no chocolate for me. But, that's no reason for you not to enjoy. And he stuck the cock that had been up her ass a moment before in her face. "No, Michael please." He reached over and pushed down on her chin, and her hand casually grabbed his balls, and she gave a squeeze and a yank. "Ow! Oh fuck! Bitch! that hurts, let go, for Christ sakes. All right already." "Don't you ever try to force me to do something I don't want to do. Understand?" Gorski nodded agreement. Dawn released her hold and hopped up, her pleasant, well lubricated ass cheeks slipping up and down as she walked around the bed into the bathroom "OK, we're running a bit late here, a quick shower and were out of here until next week. A good shagging does do me wonders. Look, my well hung friend, you've got some grooming issues here. Your homework assignment is to shave off the hairs on base of your cock, and clean off the hair on and around your balls. I'm tired of picking hair out of my teeth. You got that?" I wish I could have heard what they were saying when the came down the stairs, and Dawn looked around for her car. She was gesturing to where she had parked it, pointing to where it had been, Michael and then to herself. Very animated! Very upset! They got in his car and I drove off. Dawn realized that reporting a car stolen from behind the motel was problematic as someone might wonder why it was parked there. She spotted the wash and fold, and had Mikey drive her there while she rummaged around in her purse, finely picked up her cell phone and called the cops. My cell phone rang a few minutes later. It was Dawn asking me to pick up the rug rat at three thirty, as somebody had stolen her car. "O gosh, Dawn, that's awful, when and where did it happen? Where are you? I'm over by Pep Boys, right now, I'll pick you up." Pep Boys was less than a mile away. There was a long pause. The wash and fold was not that much better a place to get your car stolen than the motel. "That's OK Pops, I'm reporting the theft now, and have a ride home, but I don't know when the formalities here will be over. OK, don't worry about Bobby I've got you covered. Do you mind if I take him to my house, I've got some stuff to do on the car?" "Sure, I'll have Bob pick him up on his way home. Look pops, if Bobbie's covered in oil and grease anything like last time, I'll kill you. He has his school clothes on." Mikey dropped her off and she stood there until 5 minutes later, a township cruiser showed up, and the cop had her sit in the passenger's seat as he presumably took down all of her information. Dawn made up a story about broken washing machine. The cop gave Dawn a copy of the report, snapped his writing case closed, and looked out the window. He opened the case and looked back inside. "Mrs. Harlow, Isn't that your car in the motel parking lot? EWA572?" As it happened the truck had left, and her car was the only vehicle in that part of the lot. "I...I...yes, I think it is. How did that happen?" The cop drove her around to her car. They looked it over for damage, and the cop looked inside. "Mrs. Harlow, I don't know what game you're playing at, but it's a serious thing to file a false or frivolous police report. Why did you do so?" "It wasn't frivolous. I don't know how my car got here! I didn't drive it there!" "Is that your I-phone with the sunflower protector there on the seat? Doesn't look like something a car thief would have left." She was starting to shake. "Yes, officer. Look I don't know what happened, I'm so confused." "I can see you're upset. Look, sit down in the car. Start it up. Make sure it runs OK, and I'll be on my way. Sit here a bit until you calm down. Nobody got hurt, it's a slow day for the police. But do be more careful. What you do has consequences!" The words "What you do has consequences" echoed in her head. She obviously remembered something that didn't happen! And then Mike. He didn't see her park her car, but he could see it wasn't there! But it was! All along it was there but not just her, but two people couldn't see it. My god! It couldn't be! The junk cell phone rang. I heard Dawn muttering to herself. "It can't be happening. Son of a bitch! Something on the other side is doing this! Jeasus!" She dialed a number: "Mike, the car was there! It wasn't stolen. Why didn't we see it?...Yah, the cop came, wrote it up, looked up, and right there, in the motel parking lot. There it was...no...no...Look My I phone was sitting right there on the seat. It's a $500 phone for god's sake. Who would steal the car and leave that. Answer me that will you?" "Michael, the cop saw the car behind the fucking Holiday Inn. I filed a false report! No...he let it go, but I look like a nutter..." Long pause here "Not here, not next week. This place is bad luck...In fact, maybe we ought to cool it for awhile...Of course I'll miss you...Well I suppose the Motel 6 is OK. Not the one in Amherst, though the one in Holyoke...No shit it's a ways away! I live here, remember? Yah, same time...on a different day. Tuesday is bad luck... Wednesday? OK...No not next week! Take a week off. It's the week after next. Bye!" I shut off the phone. Good! She wasn't so enthusiastic about the next time. I must say Michael was persistent, but as we say in New England, the bloom was off the pumpkin with Dawn. In fact, the pumpkins were rotting in the field. In the off week, Michael had to beg to get her to keep her 'randy-vous' appointment. That week end, I was over to their house, having coffee with Dawn: "Dawn, what's wrong? You look haggard and, either really tired, or maybe not feeling so good." "Oh, well, I'm having trouble sleeping lately. I think I need to get out and exercise more. I'm planning to start jogging again. Thanks for caring and noticing, it's more than the fruit of your loins did." "Robert didn't notice?" "Pops, he rarely does. He's like an energizer bunny. It's all work, the house and the yard. We just sit around in the evening watching TV. Or him on the computer, me reading." Stopping Her Affair "Sounds like at a minimum you need to have a date night. And if that doesn't work, maybe some counseling?" "No! We don't need counseling! What made you think that?" "Well, I thought every thing was fine with me and my wife. She pushed us into counseling. Of course I thought we had no need for that. Turned out to be a very good thing. We had been drifting apart, and it enabled us to pull back together. Do I think you guys need it? I don't know. I'm assuming there's more to it than what you're comfortable telling me. It's not for me to decide." Robert returned from the barber shop, and the lumber yard with stuff for the porch we were working on, and Dawn and Bobby went out. I mentioned to Robert the need to continue to court one's wife, and not take them for granted, but he thought he and Dawn were doing fine. "Even so, you two need to get away for a weekend now and then. Leave Bobby with me, or with Dawn's Mom. All marriages need that:" "Thanks for sharing that dad." Well, he didn't see it. At this point, could only hope that one more kick would cause Dawn would give up on Gorski. I got to work starting on the penultimate dirty trick. One to end once and for all the adultery. I called two friends of mine, Philip and Jeanie who do amateur theater at The Village Playhouse, and asked if they wanted to have some fun play acting. It was going to be blatantly erotic and non public. "Jeanie, no, no nudity. You'll be fully clothed, I only need your voice, and it's not a public performance... It's like being live on the radio...No, I think you'll have fun, but probably you won't put this one on your resume. Well, afterwards, we might not need clothes." I have the hots for Jean D'Stefeno and after three meet ups at the playhouse, she's now quite comfortable flirting with me, and her reserve has melted. Jean is married to the Frog Prince of Cooley Dick (short for the Cooley Dickenson Hospital). 'S true. Look it up! He's an arrogant surgeon doctor, who's a puddle of hairy fat, but he insists she keep herself trim. She explained that she trusted and depended upon my discretion, because the Frog Prince treated her well, was reasonably good company. It's just that he loved food and drink much more than sex. He wasn't missing the lack of sex, but Jean was. On the one hand Jean was a classic society wife, belonged to the country club, enjoyed fine dining, lovely vacations, dressed well, attended social Fetes, in short lived up to expectations. On the other hand, as long as her private life was discrete, it was her affair, literally. Any way, she was agreeable to help me out, as was Phil. This scheme was to rattle Dawn's head a bit more, and hopefully send her running to her husband. With the two principal actors cast, I called Little Al, another friend just retired, but a huge guy, 6'6" over 250 pounds with a long pony tale of hair and shaggy beard. Could he take part in a drama next Wednesday? I told Allen just what I had in mind, and I thought he'd pee in his pants with laughter. The next day, I stopped off to see Mohini, confessed a version of my plot, and retrieved my cameras "No, no trouble, but Gorski no longer working for me! No he is not! No reservation this week. Ahh! If it helps your family, 'small price to pay" Tuesday afternoon, the three of us met at Allen's house, and I handed out scripts. The plan was to rent the room next door to the love birds, and run a parallel scene, following loosely what was going on next door. It would certainly weird out Dawn, and thoroughly distract them, leave a moral message, and another public record of their involvement. I made up cue cards, for most of the sex practices I knew they indulged in. Within the general script, I would hold up a cue, and they would go through their lines, more or less of winging it. The trick was to get a somewhat lower class uneducated accent, but not over do it. If it went well, it would be a wonderful example of extemporaneous drama. It's a shame we couldn't record our little play, but while we all loved art, none of us wanted to go to jail for it. We ran through the vignettes two or three times as we refined the lines, and got some feel for the characters. Getting a room next door to Dawn and Gonski was key. I asked Phil if he would do it. "Look, I would do it myself, but I can be linked to the job. No problem as long as it all stays in Holyoke, but it Chief Sandy hears about this, and who reported the crime, I'll come right to mind, and he can spot me in any security films there might be. You are more or less anonymous. I am the only thing that ties you to this caper, and so you're safe. We can borrow a fake nose from the Playhouse, so you're literally covered and at the end of the day, we aren't really doing anything too bad." "Yah, I can do it. No reason not to. Give me what, $75 for the room, and $50 for the clerk, that ought to do it, and maybe another $50 for contingencies." Wednesday morning 9AM sharp, we went to the Motel 6, and Philip went in to make the buy. He enquired about Michael's reservation. "Oh yes sir, said the lad. We have it right here. In fact mister Gorski checked in about an hour ago, but he didn't go to the room, got in his car and left." "Oh good, we're part of a small group. He was suppose to rent two rooms with a connecting door, we have a lot of equipment to move in" "He just rented one room, and that wing doesn't have connecting doors." "Well how about an adjacent room, then, that'll have to do" "Do you have a credit card?" says the lad. "I'll pay with cash, if that's OK. We'll also need a key to Mike's room, so we can get the place set up." "We usually don't do that, in case there's damage to the room and what not. He'd be liable, not you." "Look, I'm a respectable type, here's an extra fifty dollars to cover any trouble, and if there's no trouble, which there won't be, it's yours. Fair enough?" The kid's eyes opened wider, blinked a second, and he took the money. Took another minute to program two keys and handed them over. We wore gloves, just to be on the safe side. Phil opened the door for me as, and I carried in a box of stuff up to the second floor. Why the second floor, I have no idea. Maybe because they had a first floor room at the last place. I looked around, just in case, to see if Michael's car was still around. Nope, coast was clear. Dropped the stuff off in our room, and went next door to Michael's. I got the clock radio in place, back to our room set the computer up, and checked it out. Just like Hollywood! Job done, I got out of there, and headed off to do errands. Phil came back with Jeanie about 11:15. "Remember, don't touch anything you don't have to. We don't want any finger prints, and as few smudges as possible." Jean wondered why the worry if what we were doing was a prank. "Well you don't know how it will go down. Some people can't take a joke. You know safety first!" She shrugged. At 12:00, I checked with Allen. He was parked at that McDonalds of Italian cuisine, the Olive Garden right across the street. He was dressed as a Hells Angel biker with a wig under a bandanna, probably doing the New York Times crossword puzzle to kill time. I wondered why he needed a wig when he had a pony tale. Oh well. Jeanie was wired, giggling and joking, with a flushed face. We didn't have long to wait. I couldn't see the parking lot, so our first notice of their arrival was when Michael and Dawn opened the door to their room, and the camera came to life. I was recording it on my laptop but the picture wasn't visible to the others. Dawn announced: "I really have to pee..." but was waylaid by a heavy kiss. Michael set the happy family meal in a bag on the table with one hand, and pressed the other on Dawn's ass. Michael broke first and announced "First one naked gets the john," and they started stripping in a flash. Michael kicked his shoes off, stripped his shirt and pants, and with no sox's or underpants, was in the john in a flash. Dawn was hollering no fair and such, and with her cute body free of clothing, was rattling the door. "You bastard, why'd you lock it, you shit? Let me in, dam it! You bastard, are you taking a shit? God! That stinks. And I really have to pee." "I'll be out in a minute, I'm a down and out type of guy" "Fuck you! You asshole pig! She grabbed the ice bucket and proceeded to squat and pee. Well she really did have to go. Philip and Jeanie could hear the audio and were silently laughing like hell. Dawn put the bucket on one of the two chairs, and sat in the other one, and began munching on a Mc Donald's grease puck on a bun. Michael came out, limp dick Michael grimaced when he saw the fragrant bucket sitting on his chair. If he planned on saying anything, he was stopped short by Dawn telling him, really pissed "I told you I had to pee. Why do you do these things? Honestly! Sometimes I think you neither respect nor like me. Really! Michael, I think there's something weird about us. Like we have negative energy that attracts trouble. That thing with my car really weirded me out. 'An the other time, bad valve stems? How do two valve stems go bad at once?" "Ah come on my little Pussy, it's just, you know, stuff, I mean shit happens, right?" he picked up the ice bucket, and carried it into the john. They were finishing up the French fries, and I gave the high sign, for Jeanie and Phil to make their entrance. The tiptoed out, around the building in order to pass by Dawn's room when they came back. They came back talking loudly when they came abreast of their window. "Bertie, I been thinking all week about riding your fat sausage. I surly have!" "Millie, I'm gonna pork you right well, I am. I'm ready to do you dirty. My horse cock's been hard all morning thinking about you, it surly has!" Jeanie let out a cackle that would shrivel any normal dick. Dawn glances at the window, and chuckled, "We're not the only ones having a little Nookie. Listen to the old folks!" They burst into our room, slammed the door hard enough to rattle the windows. Jeanie announced in a loud voice, that she would be in the john a while, she needed to clear the back door. Dawn and Michel were looking at one another as if to say what the hell? Five minutes or so, they finished their cookies, and stood up in an embrace, sucking face. Michael broke the kiss and said "Slid down and suck my cock, would you hon?" Dawn dutifully went on her knees, and slipped the head in her mouth, I cued page 12 Jeanie launched "Well, that's out of the way, Albert, your cock's been suffering something awful, let me give it some kisses." A pause, "Albert, I've sucked a lot of cock in my time, but I'll be damned if I'll put this one in my mouth. Go and wash the dam thing, It reeks Ughh! Where you had it?" "Aw come on Milli, I showered last night, and all I done since is fuck the old lady once an piss through it. "Albert, you got no sense of grooming, it stinks as bad as if you'd been sticking it in road kill now, so go take care of it." Dawn popped her head up, and said "Michael, didn't I tell you last time to shave your dick and balls? I'm sick of pulling fucking hairs out of my teeth, and coughing up hair balls. Forget me sucking you. You don't deserve it!" "Geez, I forgot, I mean, gimme a break. I didn't do it on purpose, come on, do it." She resumed sucking, but with little enthusiasm. No more than the head of his dick in her mouth. I held up #14, and the cast turned to the page. "Well Milli, It's still damp, but clean as can be, so open wide, its wet an cold, standing up an looking round for some place wet and warm." "Ugh, Christ, Burt, didn't you rinse it? It's like washing my mouth out with soap, now go back and rinse the damn thing" "Aint you so goddam high and mighty now. Wash it, Albert! Rinse it Albert! You want me to iron it too?" says Albert "No, but I'll put some starch in it for you when you get it back, see if I don't." Dawn spit Michael's cock out of her mouth with laughter. Good, the plan was working. Jeanie and Phil where making occasional back ground groans. The real love birds were in the midst of fore play, lying on the bed, kissing, fingering and fondling each other. I gave the signal #3, and Jeanie announced loudly: "Albert, I want you to suck my toes, and when I say you done, maybe my feet are gonna play with your cock and balls." "Ah come on. Millie, not weird stuff again, let's just fuck, for Christ's sake." Jeanie carried on for some minutes, "Suck both big toes at once, Albert. Let me feel your tongue between my toes." More laughter from Dawn. Michael struggled a bit to maintain a hard on when the object of his lust was laughing. Jeanie's eyes were glistening, mouth open and her tongue just visible. Her cheek bones were aglow. She was one aroused lady. Phil paid little attention, and no Woodie, as far as I could see. Poor guy, maybe he had bum equipment. Seeing Dawn shift around, and began to roll a condom for a welcome change, on to Michael's rampant cock, obviously getting ready to climb on Michael. They were about to have a safe fuck for a change! I called Al on his cell phone, and gave the high sign and held up #4 which meant start fucking." Phil boomed out "Come on babe, Lift your big legs, and spread them wide. You' goanna to get fucked by the big one." "I'm ready Berti, sink in to the hilt. Bang your balls on my ass. Ahhh! Oh good...Fucking good, Fucking Gooood! Jeasus, your big cock's pounding my guts. Do me rough Albert!" Excellent timing Michael was about to plunge his cock into Dawn when they both started giggling again over Millie and Burt, but being young and randy, they were fucking with vigor before the chuckles faded. Phil started to rap the head board against the wall in a slow rhythm, while Jeanie moaned and hollered. They kept up the dirty dialog at good volume for another minute or so until Al pounded on Dawn and Michael's door, hollering "Open up you little fucking slut, I know your in there!" Dawn Squealed, and jumped off Michael. "If that's you in there Albert, you're dead fucking meat." Michael shouted "You got the wrong room! Millie and Bertie are next door in 243!" Al shouted "Sorry pal," and he began pounded on our door. Michael was frozen in place, and Dawn was scrambling to get dressed. "Michael, this is it. I'm out of here. Next door are our twins!" Michael didn't understand what she meant. Jeanie hollered "Burt, bolt the door!" Al Bashed the unlocked door, slamming it against the wall. With a boom, Jean screamed and Al shouted, "Millie you two timing cunt! Son of a bitch Albert, I might have known it was you. Get back down, Albert, if I see your god damn cock, I'll shoot it off." Jean cut off the scream, "My god, Al put away the gun oh no, please don't' please! I'm really sorry Honey , I'll be nice to you, look this was the first time ever, and it's gonna be the last time I ever cheat on you Honey, I love you and our kids. "God damn right it's the last time. Albert! Get on top of her, and suck her face." Jeanie shouted "No don't Al please, please, please don't do this." muffling the last please with her hand. Dawn and Michael were now clutching one another flat on the floor, clearly scared shitless. I pulled the plug on the computer, tossed the props in a box, Phil and I tiptoed out, pocketing our gloves as we went, not passing Dawn's room, going the other way. Al shot the starter pistol twice in rapid succession. " Now you're a dead piece of shit, Albert. Jeanie let out a scream NOoo! Al, oh God he's dead. Shit! Pleeeeeeeease look, we can make it up, Plea...."the starter pistol went off with two more quick shots, and Jeanie followed us down the balcony. Al loudly: "Two less stinking cheaters in the world. What's he got in his wallet might as well be mine, cause he don't need money where he's at!" Al trotted out, slammed the door shut, and pounded on Michael's door "You fucks didn't see or hear nothing did you! I got your license plate numbers, you fucking Parent of a Blue Devil Honor Student, eh?" We quietly drove out, Al and Phil in Al's car, Jeanie and I in mine. We had just entered the highway, and traveled about a mile, when a police cruiser with lights and siren came roaring down the highway in the direction of the Motel Six. I drove Jeanie home, and she was bubbling with excitement. She laid her hand on my upper thigh, and gushed "Oh thank you for this, I had such a great time. I'll remember this fun to the end of my days. I loved that role playing Hee Hee Hee." "Where's the surgeon?" "Seeing his Mother in Nashville. He'll be back on Saturday." She was asking to be fucked, and I slid my hand up her thigh, and was about to go higher, when Dawn called, "Hey Pops, I'm going to be tied up for a while, could you pick up your grandson at school today?" Shit! Shit! Shit! Of course she would call me. "Of course Dawn, what happened?" "It's a long story, I'll tell you when I see you next. Call before you bring him over in case I'm not back yet. Sure, I said, but tell me, what's going on?" "What do you mean, Pops, I'm just running late, that's all." "Well, you've been running late once a week for a month now. Well I'm not complaining, I'll pick him up, no problem." I hung up as we turned down Jeanie's street. "That was my daughter, the movie star. I've got to pick up my grandson at school, so we have about an hour, Time enough?" "You mean to fuck? Sure, not to do it justice, but I'll take what I can get" "A quickie now, and I'll be back at six with Chinese food and wine?" "No good for me tonight, I've got a city council meeting tonight. It's a deal at your place if you're free Friday night." "Deal." Sometimes quickies can be great. We started stripping in the hall, and made it to the living room floor. Jean kissed me, and in a moment, her tongue was deep in my mouth, stroking the gums behind my upper teeth, sending shivers to my balls. I skipped a few steps in my unpublished book Stoking Erotic Fires in Women Without Making an Ash of Yourself, and laid my hand on her cunt, and found her wet, with the clit standing. She pressed against my hand, and shagged my cock with her hand. We were both excited as hell, Jean dropped to her knees, and sucked my cock to wet it well, rolled onto her back with legs spread and said "Fuck me now!" Jeanie's cunt swallowed me up, and she milked my cock as we fucked. She pushed me back momentarily, and lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and damned if my cock didn't bottom on her cervix. We came together, hollering like a couple of pigs, in a blinding orgasm, after a scant few minutes of fucking. I lay there panting, when Jeanie said, get off, we'll spot the rug. She looked cute, trotting to the bathroom, holding her cunt to catch the cum. We washed our genitals, played around a bit, but neither of us wanted to start something we couldn't finish, before long, we dressed, and went out the door, both of us looking forward towards a long, leisurely Friday night. And yes, I promised we would watch the DVD on my big screen TV. Well, I never did get Dawn's imaginary idea of what kept her. Friday night with Jane started out good and went to hell quick. I put on the video of our play, and Jane loved it. I had her blouse unbuttoned, and was fondling her bra covered tits when she got to thinking. "Who are these people, anyway." "Well, she's married to my son, and cheating on him. I'm dissuading her from doing so." "This the rug rat's mom?" "Yup." "And you've interfered with them before." I outlined a short version of what you've just read here. "You had one chance to stop it if you had confronted her that first time when you saw them go into the motel. Just stop by later in the week and mention it to her. All you slinking around is illegal on so many levels, and watching a video you secretly made of your own daughter is incest! You know that? In your idiocy, you risked making sure you'd never see your grandson again. Your son might well have disowned you, but that's your business. "