28 comments/ 102201 views/ 11 favorites Trouble in Paradise Ch. 02 By: Temuchen Trust "Through all temptation, and the Tempter foil'd In all his wiles, defeated and repuls't, And Eden rais'd in the wast Wilderness." Paradise Regained Chapter Two "Come on Jack, wake up." I heard her voice though I couldn't see her in the dark room. Kay? "Kay, what...where am I? What are doing here? I felt the bed shift as she turned. "Mack called me and said you had passed out at the Lair. He asked if I wanted someone to take him home or he could put you up in the back. I guess you told him what happened. I told him I...I would come get you. Looks like you really put one on this time. I know you had reason..." Her words trailed off and I could sense her looking away." I turned away, my back toward her. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say, seeing her straddled across that asshole's cock humping up and down flashed through my mind. My eyes began to moisten, tears threatening to fall. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me like this. "Kay, leave!" "What...," she whispered. "Kay, I need you to leave, just go. I can't look at you, be with you. I'm afraid if you don't leave...I may hurt you." I heard a gasp and felt her move off the bed. "Jack, please, I love you. I need...I need to tell you what..." "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I yelled. Kay started sobbing and ran from the room. My head felt as if a sledgehammer was smashing my skull from within but I stared at the door where she vanished. My heart was crushed, I felt as if everything good had wasted away leaving me empty. I hated her but yet still loved her. I was lost. I stumbled into the den and waited. Fifteen minutes later, she returned and stood in the door way. "Jack, I'll be at my sister, Beverly's...okay?" Kay turned and was gone. I heard the front door slam and dragged myself to the window. Looking down, I saw Kay run to her car. She stopped by the driver's door, her head down, her hands covering her face. I could see her shaking but not from the chill of the falling rain. Before driving away, she turned and gazed at our home. I watched as she backed out and left. I was numb. My loving wife cheated on me...with Scott. I stood there staring out the window watching as the rain intensified. "Mom...Dad? Where is everyone?" I heard Ellie yell as she, in her normal fashion, exploded into the house. "Eeeek...Kate, stop shaking your umbrella in the house and all over me!" "Jeeez, Ellie...you're not gonna melt," Kate replied. "Mom, wait till you see what I got today. Mom?" Crap, what am I going to tell the girls? How do I tell them their mother is an adulterer and their parents may divorce? Well, I had better come up with something and quick, I could hear both girls crashing up the stairs. "Hey Dad, where's Mom?" Ellie burst into the bedroom arms full of shopping bags. I almost lost it when she dashed over, threw the bags on the bed and hugged me. Right behind her, Kate ambled into the room much more reserved that her older sister. "Hi Dad, are you alright? You don't look well. Kate came over and stood on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. While I had both of them close to me, I wrapped my arms around them and squeezed. "Aaack...Jeeez, Dad I can't breathe," gasped Ellie. Kate smiled and held me. "Dad, where's Mom?" Ellie asked once more. "Uh...your Mom is visiting your Aunt Beverly. She needed some help with some kind of woman thing. And, yes...Kate I'm fine. Just a little tired. Now...what have you two been up too? What you got in the bags?" Both girls laughed and Kate said, "Oh...nothing you would be interested in, clothes and other girl things. We wanted to show Mom the clothes we bought...uh...before you see them." I looked at Ellie and Kate. They looked so happy and excited about their new found treasures. Obviously, the clothes were probably a little more daring than I'd like. That's why they wanted their mother...for support when I finally had the chance to see them. They both took so much after their mother. With her auburn hair, green eyes and bubbly personality, Ellie was a younger version of Kay. Kate, three years younger, took more after me. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, her crystal blue eyes sparkling as she grabbed her bags and strolled out. I shivered as I watched them leave. As their father, I would have my hands full, most likely with a shotgun, when time for boys. And, well...Ellie was well on her way toward shortening my life span. I couldn't bring myself to tell them about their mother. I knew I would have to explain why she wouldn't be staying here. Or would she? Maybe, I should be the one to move out. It might be easier for the girls to have their mother with them. I definitely had some thinking to do. Goddamn it Kay, why did you do this to us? Before the girls went to bed, I told them their mother would be staying with Beverly for a couple of days. They both had a curious expression, Kate more concerned. She stared into my eyes watching carefully as she asked, "Dad...what's going on? I know something is wrong, please tell us." Shit, I thought...Kate is way ahead of the game when it comes to brains. "Okay, why don't both of sit down. Listen, through no fault of yours, me and your mother are separating for a..." "What! Why, what happened? What did you do, where's Mom?" Both girls had leaped off Kate's bed, Ellie in tears. The way Kate gaped at me, I felt like I was about ready to drop through a gallows trap door, a noose ready to stretch my neck. "Ellie...Kate, your mother and I have going through difficult time right now. I won't tell you why for now. That's between your me and you're Mom. If she wants to tell you...well, that's her choice. Just understand, no matter what happens, we both love you very much. That will never change, believe me." Kate's wide blue eyes became slits as she furrowed her eyebrows. "Dad...do you still love Mom?" The moment I paused, she knew. But...I told her I loved her mother very much. Both Ellie and Kate gawked in surprise as my eyes began to glisten and tears threatened to form. I turned and left their room locking myself in the den. A few minutes later, a gentle knock rapped at the door. "Dad, we...we just wanted you to know...we both love you and Mom." Kate's voice spoke volumes in what she didn't say. I told them I loved them both and to go to bed, I would see them in the morning. I remained in the den, a bottle of Johnny Walker scotch keeping me company. It wasn't long before sleep finally caught up with us. ***** "Come on Katy, we gotta call Mom. I need to know she's okay." Ellie was scared and shivering. Kate, though the youngest, was comforting her big sister by holding her. "Ellie...I'm sure she's alright. Dad would never hurt her, he loves her too much. But, maybe we should let her know we love her too. I don't know what happened or what's gonna happen but we have to be strong for the both of them." "Fi...fine, then let's call her now. Okay?" Katy looked at Ellie and ran her fingers through her older sisters hair. "Okay, let's do it." ***** After several rings, I finally flipped open my cell phone. I knew the caller was Kate, my youngest daughter. Sniffling, I said, "Hi honey...everything alright?" "Mom, what's going on? How come you're not home? Daddy has locked himself in the den and Ellie and I are afraid he's gonna do something. What did Daddy do to you?" I heard my daughter rambling but a chill ran through me when Katy said Jack was locked away in the den. I didn't believe he would do anything to hurt himself, but, we have never been in this kind of a situation before. Dear God, how did I let this happen? First, I had to calm my girls. "Wha...what did your father tell you," I cautiously asked. "Mom, he wouldn't tell us. He only said that you and he were going through some problems and needed to work it out. He said to ask you, maybe you might tell us. But, he did say he loved you very much." I shut my eyes, my hands pressed against my forehead. My shoulders shook as I sobbed, my daughter's voice calling from the phone. "Mom? Mom are you okay, can you tell us what's going on...Mom?" I could hear my daughter's worried voice rising in pitch. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath before I replied. "Katy dear, everything will be fine, just relax. I'm with your Aunt Beverly and will be home soon...I promise you. Everything will be alright, okay? Now, tell me you girls will be alright and you will take care of your father while I'm gone." After a long pause, I heard Kate's hesitant voice repeat what I had just said. "Okay Mom, we'll take care of Dad. Come home soon." "I will baby, tell Ellie I love you guys...now get some sleep, good night sweetie." I started crying again after Katy told me Ellie and she loved and missed me. Then, I heard the familiar click of Katy's cell phone disconnecting. I dropped the phone and slid down the wall until I was on the floor. My sister was next to me gently stroking my head. "Bev...sniff...I don't understand this. How did I let this happen? I just don't know why I let Scott have me. Oh God, I wish I were dead...I wish I were dead." Beverly looked down at me and knelt beside me putting her arms around my trembling shoulders. "We'll figure this thing out Kay but now you need to rest...to get some sleep. Tomorrow, okay...we'll work it out tomorrow. Please, don't worry about Jack...he loves you too much just to throw seventeen wonderful years of marriage away. Okay?" Beverly held me until I finally stood. Holding my hand, Beverly took me into the bedroom and helped me change into a nightgown. Finally, I was in bed clutching my pillow in a death grip, the pillow damp from my tears. I felt Bev slip into bed and move up against me. She held me in her arms until I cried myself to sleep. ***** Scott grabbed a stool and sat at the bar of the La Muerta del Perro tavern, a seedy little place in the less than well traveled part of town. "Damn it Jack, you asshole. Why did you have to come back so fucking early?" Scott was concerned and with good reason. He knew Jack was no wimp and would never knowingly become a cuckold. And...Jack was senior partner. He was the brains and talent of the company. Scott only assisted with his early contacts but now that was moot. The business was doing very well. Scott was worried about any retaliation by his partner, either physically and/or professionally. And...Nicky. If she found out she would finally have evidence of his extra-marital activities. She was currently staying with her folks in California. She left after discovering his little plaything from work, Margarite. He sighed as he thought about that little minx. Lord, she was one sex hungry senorita, he mused. He remembered their first time in his office. Margarite, he loved saying he name, was sitting at her desk in a sexy little number, a white mini-skirt with a red silk blouse and white scarf. She never wore panty hose wearing sexy white thigh high stockings and black four inch stilettos. While in the office, she always wore her hair up in a French braid. On more than a few occasions, his wife would question his choice of secretary or the latest politically correct title, personal assistant. Oh yeah, Margarite was definitely his personal assistant. Scott's last indiscretion, a cute little blond he met at the fitness center, found another and ran off to get married. He'd been unavoidably celibate the past six weeks. Nicky had long stopped any intimate activities since she detected the scent of an unfamiliar perfume wafting from his neck and clothing on night. They had fought and he had denied, denied, denied but to no avail. Nicky didn't believe him and had concluded he was having an affair. Because she couldn't prove it and he was able to instill some doubt, she didn't demand a separation; however, their relationship had drastically chilled. He remembered being extremely horny that day when he put the moves on Margarite. Jack had left for the day and his PA, Belinda, a sixty-three year old Brit and Jacks right arm, was in England visiting her daughter and her new son. Scott stood in the doorway of his office, staring at Margarite as she leaned over to file paperwork. He studied her sweet ass, peaking just below the hem of her skirt. He gave off a low moan when he spied her white lacy panties and soft creamy thighs before covered by her stockings. He was rock hard by the time she straightened and returned to her desk. Watching her sit down, her skirt drew back exposing much of her stockings and thighs. "Margarite, could you come in here please?" asked Scott, the obvious tenting in his slacks revealing his intent. "Yes, Mr. Halliman...right away," she replied smiling. As she entered his office, she turned and shut the door. Scott's eyebrows rose when he saw her lock the door. When she turned, he smiled thinking about the definitions of a personal assistant. Hmmm...he thought, I think we're about to add a new job description to her title. Margarite slowly approached him holding a legal pad. She stopped just inches away from him and gazed into his eyes as she reached around and placed the pad on the edge of his desk. Scott closed his eyes as he smelled her femininity. He couldn't stop from licking his lips and heard the melodic sound of her voice. "What may I do for you, Mr. Halliman?" As he opened his eyes and looked down at her, he noticed the top three buttons of her blouse was undone exposing an ample eyeful of supple cleavage barely concealed by a matching white lace bra. Less than two minutes later, Margarite was on the edge of his desk, her skirt pushed up to her waist, her panties missing along with her blouse and bra. Her white thigh highs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her unbelievably tight and extremely wet pussy. His right hand captured her left breast as his mouth suckled hungrily at her nipple. She was slamming her hips just as hard as he was driving his cock into her. It wasn't long before she shrieked, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she erupted in an immense orgasm. Seconds later, Scott groaned as he felt his balls tighten and explode shot after shot of thick ropes of hot cum into her womb. Afterwards, when he got home, he immediately took a shower and jammed his clothes into the bottom of his closet. During his shower, he felt pain radiate from his shoulders and reached behind feeling small gouges. Looking at his fingers he saw blood coated the tips. After toweling off, he also found small spots of blood soaking into the towel. "Fuck," he muttered after finding two sets of fingernail scratches on opposite sides of his upper back. "Nicky can't find this or I history." Later that night, he purposely picked a fight with her resulting in her leaving to stay with Jack and Kay. Several days later, after he was able to apologize and promised to seek counseling, Nicky returned. By this time, he was certain she would never find the scratches. They had healed enough to stop bleeding and, since Nicky was sleeping in a separate room, she would never see the injuries. Now...it was too late, Nicky caught him in the act, so to speak. He remembered when his wife showed up with her brothers at the motel. He didn't know how she found out but there she was. He thought he had been so careful this time. Scott later found out one of Nicky's brothers had been tailing him. Evidently, her older brother, Dominic, was a private investigator. As it was, Nicky barely managed to keep her brothers from pounding him into the floor and turning him into, as her two brothers kept repeating, "tiny pieces of Scotty meat." During the all the screaming, Margarite hid beneath the bed sheets. The older brother, Dom, helped Margarite to dress and talked to her while Nicky railed on Scott. After Nicky and her brothers left, so did Margarite, with Nicky's older brother, Dom. Scott was left to brood over his unwanted, soon to be freedom, and his humiliation of losing his little sex bomb to Nicky's brother. To Scott's relief, Nicky left without telling Kay what happened. He had convinced her not to tell anyone what really transpired or it would damage his business relationship with Jack. After all, Nicky was Kay's best friend and Jack would support anything his wife wanted. Scott already understood Kay was not fond of him. Scott thought of Kay. Damn she was one fine piece of ass. He had wanted her since he first met her with Nicky. In fact, she was the reason he married Nicky. Oh, Nicky was a gorgeous piece of muff herself, but, Kay...Kay was beautiful and so sexy. She had an innocent but seductive quality and, by god, he wanted her. It was a stroke of good luck when he ran into an old college acquaintance three weeks ago. It seemed his old drinking buddy turned out to be a drug dealer. Scott was able to latch onto some new designer drug designed to turn the worst ice queen into a raving sex addict. They had partied a couple of nights later, after picking up two young women at a night club. Both girls were a little skittish at first, wanting only to dance; however, after a little additive was slipped into their drinks, they morphed into wanton sluts. God, what a night that was, he thought his dick would never be the same again. The two girls found themselves awaking in a rundown little motel room alone, every orifice saturated with cum. Scott never worried the two girls would run to the cops and claim rape. All he had on his mind was Kay and Jack would soon be out of town for a week. Scott thought back to the day after Jack had left. He had gone over to Jack's home and almost came just looking at her when Kay answered the door. She had on a light summer dress, her long auburn hair covering her smooth shoulders. A hint of cleavage provided an appetizer for his sexual hunger. "Hi Kay, Jack asked me to pick up some papers from his home office. I should have called first but the battery for my cell is dead." Kay looked at him with those stunning emerald eyes and smiled. "Sure, go right ahead. You know where they are?" As he walked in he said, "uh yeah...they should be on the desk near the phone." Kay told him she would be in the kitchen if he needed help and disappeared. Scott rummaged around on Jack's desk, found a folder and, reached into his pocket for the vial of powder. Just feeling the smooth cylinder and knowing its contents sent shivers of excitement into his crotch. He stood in the kitchen entrance and watched Kay preparing a late lunch. He knew the girls were at camp for the summer. "Thanks Kay, I found what I was looking for," holding up the folder. "Oh, good...I'm fixing some lunch, would you like something to eat before you go?" Scott knew she didn't really care for him but she was too polite not to offer something for her husband's business partner and her best friend's husband. He wondered if Kay knew Nicky had left him. "Thank you, yes. I'm starving," he said as he smiled. She may have just provided him with a perfect opportunity for his plan. He watched her acquire an additional plate and arrange their lunch. "What would you like to drink," Kay asked and Scott asked if she had any white wine. "Yes, Chablis okay with you? Scott smiled and said Chablis was perfect. Kay told him to check behind the bar and grab two glasses. Grinning, Scott turned away. Kay you are so naïve, he thought. He quickly made for the bar and grabbed a Woodbridge Chablis. Pouring a healthy portion in each glass, he opened the vial and emptied its contents into one. The fine powder dissolved and, after a little stirring, the wine cleared. He waited at the bar until Kay appeared and sat down on the sofa. He brought the wine goblets and placed hers by her plate on the coffee table. As he sat, he watched her take the glass and sip. Trouble in Paradise Ch. 02 Here we go, he thought watching her swallow the defiled golden liquid. Oh she was so fine, so damn hot! Whatever that stuff was it turned this exquisitely beautiful and devoted wife into a simmering sexual slave. He would have to remember to get some more of the powder. Though Kay had become extremely physical on the couch, he was able to coax her into her and Jack's bedroom and onto their bed. Fucking her on his partner's bed so turned him on. She rode him like a sex-starved cow girl, his hands squeezing those succulent breasts like a baker kneading bread. Scott couldn't get enough of her. He finished with her doggy style, his cock firmly imbedded in her ass. Shit! Her butthole was so damn firm, it took him forever to force his dick through her anal ring. Smiling, he recalled her wail as he took her ass filling it with his cum. God what a day. He left her trembling on the bed. She never said a word, during or afterwards. He smirked when he reminisced how he had leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and said, "God Kay, you were great...thanks." Thank god he remembered the camera. Two days later, Scott called Kay and asked her to come over to his home. He smiled as she screamed at him saying he drugged and raped her. She ranted about how she would report him to the police and tell Jack. He already knew she wouldn't. He had dropped off an envelope with some very revealing photos. Besides, she would have already called the cops by now. "Kay...shut the fuck up. You won't call the police and you won't tell Jack. Those pictures don't show a woman being raped. In fact, one could believe you were raping me by the look on your face. Now...here's what you will do. If you don't want Jack to find out, you will get over here pronto." "Why are you doing this, Scott? I thought Jack and I were your friends. What about Nicky?" "Please...don't bring Nicky into this. You know she left me. Why do you think she's been living with her parents all this time? And...yes, Jack is my friend. But you, you are now my slut! And if you don't want to hurt Jack, if you don't want to lose him and everything you hold dear, you will be here within the hour. Understand?" Over the telephone, Scott could hear her sobbing as she whispered, "yes." After she arrived, he was careful to slip some more of the powder into her drink. Without any pretense toward easing her anxiety, he immediately took her into his bedroom and demanded she remove her clothes. He watched, enjoying the reluctant shedding of her clothing. He enjoyed the building anticipation of taking her once more. The effects of the drug didn't kick in until he began to slide his fingers along the inside of her silken thighs and caress her mons. She gasped as his fingers trespassed into her, her sensitive labia, like an unfolding rose, opening...exposing her damp center. His lips searched until they found and captured their intended prey...Kay's engorged nipples. Though she had fought against her own body, she failed and gave in to the delicious sexual sensations coursing through her nerve endings. This time, Scott had the room setup with video. He wanted to treasure her surrender for later enjoyment. What he hadn't counted on was Jack. When her cell phone rang, Scott told Kay to ignore it. But...somehow, hearing that ringing brought her out of her drug-induced aura. She slipped off him and off the bed and answered the phone. By her response, he knew it had to be Jack. An icy sensation stole into his heart. Somehow, Scott was sure Jack knew. He moved closer to Kay and heard Jack's disembodied voice drift from the phone asking Kay to tell him that the New York meeting went well. "Shit," he muttered, this is going to be bad. Even before Kay tried to answer, Scott was up and getting dressed. I have to get the fuck out of here, he thought. He knew Jack and what he could do. Scott understood, only to well, he was a dead man. When he realized Jack was already here at the house he froze. He was too petrified to confront Jack. He heard Kay wail from the bedroom and closed his eyes. Seconds later, he felt wet warmth envelope his upper thighs. Looking down, he could see a dark stain spread from his crotch. He hid in the bathroom, shaking until he heard the front door open and shut and a car start up and drive away. Twenty minutes later he hesitantly left the bathroom finding the house empty. Kay was gone. And, there was no sign of Jack. Scott knew he had unintentionally been given a small reprieve and was going to make the most of it. But first he needed a drink...several drinks...and knew the best place to get it, La Muerta del Perro. Trouble in Paradise Ch. 03 "I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for their valuable input and critique. I know I have much to learn but with time I believe I can improve. And yes, I do think it may be time to seek out an editor. For those of you who are most dramatic and colorful with your opinions, well...hell, you can't win em' all." Temuchen **************** Chapter Three: Why? The front door burst open, its door jamb exploding inward. I stood there, chest heaving searching the room for any sign of that scum sucking bastard. "SCOTT!" No answer, either he was hiding or wasn't home. Swathed in darkness, I stepped into the house, an ASP, a metallic telescoping police baton, in my right hand. I walked into the living room and found the light switch. "Scott!" Still nothing. I searched the house but no Scott. Standing in the bedroom, I found the room in disarray. Someone was in a considerable hurry to pack and get the hell out. I thought, hmmm...dear old Scotty might not be so stupid after all. Back in the front room, I found two wine goblets setting on the coffee table, both empty, a testament to their earlier encounter. Why would she do this to me? It just doesn't make any sense. Did he force her, drug her...blackmail? Was her dislike for Scott just a cover? Questions flooded my mind as I stood there looking at the two glasses. Moving to the mini-bar near the kitchen, I found a half full bottle of Chardonnay. While starring at the bottle, I noticed a faint powdery half moon shape on the black stone top. The interior was clean with a sharp rounded edge that radiated outward dissipating into a fine dust. The rounded bottom of a glass or a bottle once sat there. Running my finger through the residue, I examined the fine particles. "Powder," I growled, "That slimy son-of-a-bitch...he fucking drugged her." I ran into the kitchen tossing all the drawers until I found a box of plastic baggies. Removing one of the bags, Returning to the mini-bar, I carefully scooped the loose powder into the bag. I searched for anything else that would benefit but nothing turned up. I returned to the bedroom hoping to find something, anything that would tell me why Kay came here in the first place. Taking one last look, I spied what looked like a camera lens sticking out between two cardboard boxes on the top shelf of his wardrobe closet. The lens pointed at the bed. Reaching up, I pushed the boxes aside removing a Sony high def camcorder. That piece of shit was filming it, he was filming my wife. Looking for a tape, I discovered the recorder used a hard drive. Flipping open the view screen, I hit the on switch and set it for play. Seconds later, an image of Scott pulling my wife into the bedroom appeared on the tiny LCD. Surprised, I could see Kay didn't appear to be an enthusiastic participant. On the contrary, she was upset, tears streaming down her cheeks. Scott stood next to the bed and ordered, I couldn't fucking believe the asswipe, he fucking ordered my wife to remove her clothes. Once naked, Scott grabbed her arm and sat her on the edge of the bed. While she sat there, he moved toward her removing his own clothes and grinning like a kid with a new toy. He spread her legs and stood between her thighs, his stiff cock pointed at her face. I watched as Scott grabbed a fist full of her beautiful auburn hair and pull her face forward. When her lips met the head of his dick, she didn't open her lips. Scott told her to suck his cock but she refused to take his penis into her mouth. Scott jerked her hair causing her to scream allowing him access between those soft lips. Once inside and with forced assistance from Scott, I could see my wife reluctantly purse her lips and begin to move her head back and forth. After watching this debauchery, my stomach heaved and I had to shut off the camcorder. I had seen enough. That slime-ball was going to pay big time. One of the boxes contained hundreds of photos of women, some I knew but most unknown. I also found several of my wife, obviously in my bedroom on the bed. "Son of a fucking bitch," I swore when I saw one of the photos. That mother fucker had my wife on her knees, his hand pressed down between her shoulder blades, her head pushed into a pillow. She grimaced in pain, his cock shoved into her asshole. Taking the camera and box of photos, I left. I needed to talk to Kay. And then, then it was time to take care of business. ***** Kay sat at the kitchen table sipping on a hot mug of coffee staring out the window. Her mind was cluttered with thoughts of her husband, Jack and that monster, Scott. She couldn't comprehend how she had been so easily lured into Scott's little game. She reasoned he had seduced her with some kind of drug. She knew she wouldn't have been so quickly duped into jumping into bed with him unless he somehow drugged her. It must have been in the wine that time he had supposedly dropped by to pick up some papers for Jack, conveniently right after Jack had departed on his New York trip. "God, how could I have been so stupid?" she said aloud. "That is something we have to talk about." The voice belonged to her sister, Becky. Becky sat down next to Kay leaning over to give a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. "Feeling any better today?" "A bit," replied Kay. "I just cannot grasp how effortlessly Scott was able to take me. My God, Becky, once he, once he...shit...I, I practically begged him. Why? And I confess that I...I liked it." Kay burst into tears. Her elbows on the table she covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling from her deep sobs. Becky's heart ached at her sister's pain, "I couldn't tell you Kay but I do believe you need counseling. You are hurting inside and need help. Have you heard from Jack?" "No! The last time I saw Jack was at home...af...after he discovered me in Scott's bed. I tried to talk to him, to beg his forgiveness but he ordered, he demanded I leave. That was when I came here." Becky looked at her forlorn sister stroking her hair. "Kay, I know Jack. Once he's calmed down, he will try to sort everything out. Remember to have some faith in him...he's not a stupid man. And...he loves you." Kay looked at her sister and asked, "Does he still love me? I'm not too sure. You're right about seeing a counselor. I'll also see my doctor for an exam. Who knows what or who Scott has been with?" Becky stood and wrapped her arms around her sister. "Don't worry, everything will be okay...I promise you and I'll always be here for you." Kay pushed her face into her sister's shoulder and held her while she cried. "Becky, I don't know what I would do without you." As the two sisters held each other, the phone rang. Becky slowly released Kay and answered the call. "Becky, is Kay there? Have you seen her, talked to her? Becky smiled as she heard the desperation in Jack's voice. "Yes Jack, she's here with me. She's okay. What about you? Are you okay?" "Becky? Is that Jack? Oh God, please let it be Jack!" cried Kay. Becky turned, covering the phone. "Yes, its Jack...now let me talk to him, she hissed. Jack, you still there?" "Yeah Becky, I'm here and I could hear Kay. You always cover the wrong end of the phone," said Jack. Becky would have sworn she heard him smile. "Listen Becky; tell Kay we need to talk. If she would like, we could meet somewhere of her choice. I really need to talk to her." "Alright Jack, I'll tell her but let me call you back... all right?" "Fine, just let me know...thanks." After Becky heard him disconnect, she spun around facing her sister and yelled, "Shit Kay, you drive me nuts...Jesus! Becky stared at her sister and in a more serious note said, "he wants to get together so you guys can talk; your preference as to location." Kay closed her eyes and whispered, "Thank you God." ***** I waited in the car watching the entrance to the Alcatraz Restaurant. Normally very confident, my stomach was roiling from the anticipated meeting with my wife. I arrived twenty minutes early but saw Kay's Nissan already in the parking lot. As I sat in the truck, I tried to focus on what to say, to ask her; however, my mind kept wandering to that scene in Scott's bedroom. Every time I pictured Kay sliding up and down on that shit's slimy cock, I wanted to scream and destroy something...anything. Remembering her face, she was definitely caught up in the moment. Was it drugs? Or, did the they merely release her inhibitions allowing her to do what she always wanted, to act the slut for Scott? My watch showed I was now ten minutes late. "Good," I muttered. Escorted to a far booth, I noted the table was well hidden from the main dining room. Seated on the far side of the booth, Kay watched my every move. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face puffy. Quietly she said, "Hello Jack, thank you for coming." I just looked at her, thoughts racing through my mind. God, she was beautiful. How I could have so much love for her after what she did is a mystery, I silently asked himself. "Hi Kay. You look ...good." "Thank you, remarkable what a little make-up will do. You look tired." I stared at my wife before replying, "I am...had quite a lot on my mind." I saw her face turn crimson when she understood my meaning. "Jack, I am so..." Before she could finish, our waitress appeared and I turned away. Once we had ordered, I looked over at my wife and said, "Kay, why don't we eat first before we talk? Okay? Kay closed her eyes and nodded. "That's fine Jack." After dinner, I sighed and said, "Well, I guess we should talk." I couldn't help but immediately ask, "Why, Kay? For God sake, why? And, Scott? I thought you hated that scumbag." Kay, her head down, whimpered before answering, "I...I don't know what happened. I don't like Scott, I find him detestable. One moment, he had come over to the house to pick up some papers you needed, and the next moment..." She momentarily stopped, gathering her strength before saying the inevitable. "The next thing I knew, we were in our bed and we were having sex. Oh my God Jack, we were having sex in our bed...how can you ever forgive me?" She buried her face in her hands, crying. "Kay, this is very important. I need you to tell me exactly what transpired. Why was Scott there? How long has this gone on? How many times have you fucked him?" Like bubbling lava, my anger started rising to the surface and threatened to explode. "Did you swallow? Did you let him fuck you in the ass? Her face was chalk-like, so pale. Her eyes were a flood of tears as she sat there listening to my tirade. I glanced around and saw the stares of other patrons. Calming somewhat, I said, "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have blown up like that. I swore to myself I would not lose control." I reached over and took her hand. "Kay, please tell me what happened." I had my suspicions but I needed her to tell me in her words. She took a deep breath before she spoke. "Remember when you left for New York? The following day, Scott came by saying you gave him instructions to retrieve some papers you forgot. While he was there, I tried to be polite and invited him to lunch. I was surprised he accepted. He asked if we had anything to drink and when I asked his preference, inquired if we had any wine. I told him to check behind the bar and he appeared with two glasses of white. I swear to you, I only had one glass of wine. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me and, I'm so sorry, I was...I was kissing him. I allowed him to touch me, to take liberties and become intimate with me. Jack, please forgive me but...sob...I liked it. He held my hand and took me into our bedroom where he had me. Oh God, Jack...he took me in our bed. I am so very sorry; I wish it had never happened but, at the time, I was so hot and so turned on." She quietly wept as she spoke of that day. I had no doubt he had drugged her. But, did that explain how she could have been so easily seduced? "Kay, I never sent Scott to the house. I never asked him to get anything for me. He obviously set out to seduce you but how could he have done it so...so easily. The only answer I can come up with is that you wanted it, you wanted him. Maybe, somehow, I didn't satisfy you enough." "No, don't say that Jack! Believe me when I say I'm fighting my own demons over this. I have no answer for you. You have never done anything to warrant this. You've always been a loving husband and a wonderful lover. And yes, I have always and continue to loathe Scott, now more than ever. I think maybe...maybe he drugged me. All I know, I couldn't stop from the intense feelings going through my body. It was as if he had flipped a switch on my sexual desires, my lust." Jack looked at her face, watching the emotions of distress flooding those delicate features. Her eyes were moist, her lips stretched tight. "Jack, you have to believe me! You did nothing to deserve this. Once Scott had me, he was abusive in his rape, and as far as I am concerned, that's what it was...rape!" "Kay, if that was true...why did you go back to him? Even if he had drugged you, how could you have returned to him a second time?" "Jack, I was afraid. Afraid of losing you, scared of losing everything we had worked so hard to achieve. He had pictures...pictures of the most awful vile things. He made me do...sniff...things I would never ever do with you. It would have never occurred to me to even try anything like that. When I saw those images, I thought of what you could only have imagined. I knew my life would be over once you viewed those evil photos. I couldn't take that chance. So, when he demanded I come over to his house, I...I went. When he told me to have a glass of wine, I did knowing he would likely use drugs. Actually, I welcomed that possibility. That way, I'd hoped I wouldn't remember much. When you called...the realization you knew snapped me out of my fog. In one sense, I was relieved you knew because Scott no longer had anything over me but then I understood it was over for us." My thoughts fell back to that night I saw her sliding up and down on his cock and the wanton lust on her face, I released her hand. She gave a quiet gasp as I moved away. "Kay, the last image of you that I have, is the shameless pleasure you were experiencing with that low life. As you bounced on his dick, I can still see your juices running down his cock. I can still picture you eyes closed, your mouth open in unbridled desire. Can you seriously convince me that was all from the drugged wine? Do you think I could ever forget that?" Once more, my voice began to rise and I had to check myself before I lost control. Kay was silently sobbing. Thankfully, no one could see our table. They may be able to hear us, but, they couldn't see us. I reached across and once more took her hand in mine. "Kay, listen...I do believe Scott planned your seduction and, yes, I now believe he drugged and raped you. I guarantee he will pay. But, I don't know how to get over this. I want to try but it will take time and a lot of work. No doubt, we will have to get some help, some counseling. Do you think you are up to it? Kay wiped her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, oh yes I am up to it. Anything Jack, anything. I love you so much and don't want to lose you. I understand what you must be going through and, yes, I...we need professional help. Do you really want this marriage; can you really want me back?" I closed my eyes and tried to imagine life without Kay and couldn't. "Yes, I want you back in my life. I don't want to lose you. But, things will be different; our marriage won't be the same. Please don't have high expectations...understand?" "I...I understand my love. Can I come home?" "Uh, no...not just yet. Can you stay with your sister just a little longer? I have to wrestle with a few things first, before we reach that point. Can you do that?" "Yes...I guess I don't have much choice. I want you to know, I saw Dr. Sheppard. I explained what happened and he gave me a full examination. He wanted me to go to the police but I wanted to wait for the lab tests." I was pleased about her seeing the doctor but I knew Kay was disappointed and hurt by my refusal to allow her back home. I just wasn't ready. I had a few loose ends to take care of, primarily my ex-business partner, Scott. I escorted Kay to her car and stood there as she unlocked and sat inside. Before she could start her car, I leaned in and lightly kissed her on the cheek. Hesitantly, she touched her cheek and allowed a tiny smile to escape. She looked up at me and softly said, "I love you." I stood there long after she left the parking lot before I whispered, "I love you too." Now, time for Scott.