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Goose

By: Ashson



This guy I work with, Bob, found himself in a bit of a dilemma. He suddenly found himself having to be in two places at the same time. He'd promised his wife that he'd drop off some cash for her at lunch time. Why he didn't just drop it in the back I don't know. Unfortunately, just as lunchbreak was coming up they had an emergency on the other side of the city and Bob was the expert, so he had to go.

The work option was going to be the winner, no doubt about it, but according to Bob if his wife, Jan, didn't get her hands on the cash he'd be eating burnt offerings for a week. I had nothing on. Could I please just run on over to his place and give Jan the cash. 

Like he said, I had nothing on, so I said sure. It wasn't going to take me that long, after all.

Come lunch time I made sure that I had Bob's envelope safely tucked in my pocket and drove over to his place. When I got there I knocked, but there was no answer. I could hear a radio or TV going, so probably Jan couldn't hear me over the noise.

The front door was open so, while I felt uncomfortable just walking in, I'd have felt a damn sight more uncomfortable leaving Jan without the cash she needed or just dumping the envelope on the table. 

I wandered in, calling out to Jan.

Now I was passing this bedroom and, as the radio or whatever noisemaker it was seemed to be coming from that room, I glanced in. Jan was there. Her back was to me and she was bent over, burrowing into the bottom of a wardrobe. She was wearing a short skirt that had ridden up, so she was showing me a nice little bottom and mound, covered in lacy panties.

What do I do? Yell louder and give her a fright or just wait a moment until she stand up and turns around, spots me, and gets a fright. I took the third option, didn't I? I stepped up behind her and goosed her. Just a gentle goose, mind you, a soft prod into an admittedly soft part of her anatomy.

Talk about all hell breaking loose. Jan screamed and bounced upright, hands covering her bottom. She spun round and absolutely leapt sidewards and away from me. She landed on the bed and scrabbled back until she was sitting pressed against the headboard, staring at me in shock and gathering fury.

I held up Bob's envelope.

"Ah, hi, Jan. Bob asked me to drop this off."

I tossed the envelope onto the dressing table. Jan's eyes swivelled to look at it and then back to me.

While she was staring at me, I have to admit I was giving her the once over. That scrabbling across the bed had caused her skirt to ride up and her long legs were on full display. As were her panties. She only seemed to be wearing some sort of singlet for a top, semi-transparent, letting me see her nipples and areolas. Her nipples, I was fascinated to note, were standing proud. Apparently the fright had excited her.

"You, you, I thought, oh god, when you touched me, bastard, I really thought it was going to happen to me."

Jan spluttered, trying to find the words to express her feelings. She was rather incoherent but I managed to gather that she was displeased. She had thought that someone had sneaked in and she was about to be raped. That was why the instant panic.

"Nah," I said. "It's just me delivering Bob's envelope. I did knock and call out but you didn't answer. I thought you might be displeased if I left without giving you the cash so I came in. Sorry for the fright. If it's of any help, I'm quite willing to." 

Jan looked at the envelope on the dresser and nodded, then considered what I'd said.

"Willing to what?" she asked.

"Rape you. You got the fright and got all excited about what was going to happen and it must be an awful letdown to find it's not going to happen after all, so I'm ready, willing and able."

"I did not get excited," Jan said coldly. "And do you really think I'll agree to being raped?"

"That's the beauty of being raped. You don't have to agree. You can just go right ahead and enjoy it, knowing it's not your fault. And, if you're not excited, you should sue your nipples for false pretensions."

Jan glanced down at her breasts and blushed. Then she went even redder, apparently realising what she was wearing. Not the sort of thing she would normally wear in front of a man.

While Jan was checking her breasts I had other things to do. I reached over and hooked my fingers over her panties and started drawing them down her nice long legs. Jan gave a squeak and grabbed at them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I'd have thought it was obvious but I answered politely enough.

"I'm taking off your panties," I said, and went on to explain. "If I have to rape you, one of us has got to do something about getting you ready for it."

With that I gave a slightly harder jerk on her panties, slipping them free from her fingers and, this time, right down her legs and off.

"You can't do that," she protested, a little late in my book, as I'd already done it. Her hands dropped to cover her mound. 

I reached for the hem of her singlet and started lifting.

"Lift your arms so that I can take this off, please."

I asked nicely, but she wasn't very cooperative.

"I will not. Why are you trying to take my top off?"

"I like to play with a woman's breasts, and yours are well worth playing with," I explained. "This silly top just makes it harder for me to get at them. Now lift your hands. Or I can rip it off you, if you like."

"If you tear my top you'll have to buy me a new one," she warned me.

I shrugged. That was fair I supposed. I took the shoulder straps and pulled in either direction. The reason the singlet was so transparent was because it was just about worn through. It just came apart like tissue paper.

"I don't see why I should have to buy a new one," I grumbled. "That one was so old it was only fit for the rag bag anyway."

"You broke it, you bought it," Jan snapped. "Will you please stop trying to take my clothes off?"

"I wasn't trying, I was doing. You only have that silly skirt left and that as useful in covering you as a belt."

"Whatever you think you're doing, just cut it out. You're not going to rape me or seduce me or anything, so just stop it."

I just grinned and took hold of her ankles. A firm pull and she was sliding down into the middle of the bed, still in a sitting position.

"Lie back," I told her and she immediately wanted to know why.

"Do you need me to explain every little detail of what I'm going to do?" I demanded.

Stupid question. Of course she said yes.

"All right. I'll do you a deal. Take off the skirt and lie back and I'll explain."

I could see she wanted to ask why she had to take off her skirt, so I got in first.

"The skirt will just get in the way when I slide either my hand or mouth from your breast down to your pussy. So just get rid of it."

Jan gave me a nasty look, as though chiding me for my impatience, but undid the skirt and took it off.

"Right," I said. "Now lie down. What's going to happen is this.

I'm going to play with your breasts, using both my hands and mouth to tease and arouse them. After I've played with them for a while I'll transfer my attentions to your mound and tease you there. I may actually split my attentions and play with breasts and mound at the same time.

Whether I actually eat you out for a while depends entirely on my mood as we progress. I may or I may not. After I've teased you and made sure you're starting to be properly aroused, I'll give you the chance to play with my cock. If you wish to suck for a while I'll permit it, but won't insist.

Finally, I'll slide my cock into you and do my best to drive you insane with pleasure, at the same time gratifying myself. If you have a favourite position, feel free to let me know.

Any questions?"

"And what if I say no to your charming plans?"

I looked blank. 

"Ah, I'll bite. What if you say no?"

"You'll do it anyway? But that would be rape."

"And?"

"So it won't matter if I say yes or no. You're still going to have sex with me."

I nodded.

"I'd just as soon you didn't say either. Then I could assume you're willing and you could assume that you're not."

"You're impossible," she snapped. She flung her head back against the blankets, arms and legs spread as she lay there, spreadeagled, looking at the ceiling.

I wondered if she was willing or not. If not, she sure wasn't putting up much of a struggle. 

I dropped my trousers and settled onto the bed beside her. My hand closed firmly over her mound while I leaned over her and softly bit her breast.

She squeaked and then protested.

"You said you'd be playing with my breasts first and then you'd touch me down below." 

"So I'm a liar," I murmured, my hand softly massaging her pussy. 

With that I started paying some serious attention to her mound. I massaged it, squeezed it, eased her lips apart and let my fingers trespass within. She was already wet, her hips pressing her pussy up against my hand, wanting a firmer touch. 

"It would seem I'm a bigger liar than I thought," I told her. "Roll over on your tummy and lift your bottom high. I'm going to take you right now, without wasting a lot of time on preliminaries."

Surprisingly, she didn't argue, just rolling over and lifting her bottom high. I moved behind her and pushed hard, driving all the way into her and triggering a climax with that initial thrust.

I couldn't fucking believe it. I drove in deep and she climaxed just like that. All I could do was assume that the initial fright she got had got her a lot more worked up than I'd realised. As it was, before I could even get in a decent stroke she was clamped around my cock and shrieking her head off as she convulsed around me.

I waited, letting her work through it. Finally she relaxed, so I started slowly moving. I pressed in firmly and retreated, my erection dragging softly against her passage, letting her know things weren't over. 

I pushed back in, deeply, feeling her tremble slightly, not quite recovered. Out and back in, still moving slowly, but this time getting a more positive response as Jan pushed to meet. Just a gentle movement from her, but that was OK. I was moving slowly, too.

A few more moments of gently swaying against each other and Jan was starting to wake up properly. Her movements were becoming firmer, no longer a reaction to what was happening but a deliberate move to meet me.

Satisfied, I started to move more firmly, driving in with more intent. Jan didn't flinch, meeting me firmly and apparently ready to go even further. I started taking her in earnest, driving in hard and fast, and Jan went with me.

I repeatedly drove into Jan, and she was gasping and clinging to me as she bucked under me, taking me as deep as possible with each thrust. She started letting out desperate little squeals, frantically bucking under me to her, grinding hard against me. Her squeals were getting higher and she was gasping for air. 

I just drove in harder, pushing her ever higher, lifting her towards her next climax. Then it hit her, freeing me to really let rip and just go for it. I was gasping as I finished inside her, grinding hard as I could against her, wanting to be deeper, ever deeper. I thoroughly sprayed her and she clung to me, accepting it.

We lay on the bed, recovering. Eventually Jan spoke.

"So what happened to all the foreplay you were describing?" she demanded.

"Damned if I know," I admitted. "I intended to take my time, but everything just seemed to fall apart. Fun though."

Jan didn't say anything. She had picked up the singlet I'd shredded and was looking at it. Then she turned on me.

"Twenty dollars," she snapped, hand out. "You deliberately tore it so you owe me a new one."

"It was your fault," I protested. "You wouldn't lift your arms."

She just snapped her fingers and held her hand out. I laughed and fished out a twenty. Worth it I guess.

Bob got back to the office just before we knocked off.

"Did you get down to see Jan?" he asked.

"Sure, no problems. I let her have it."

Goose & Gander



Foreword:

This isn't really a BTB Revenge tale, and it might be seen as a "wimp story" by some. It's more of a different take on some of the Unsuspecting Husband tales I've seen on here. While it isn't a BTB, it's still a type of Zero Tolerance tale. Nobody gets killed in this one. :P

This is basically a mental palette cleanser as far as getting back to work on my other tales and series. I hope you all don't mind. lol

It's also a work of complete fiction. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Oh, and everyone involved in a sexual relationship is at least 18 years of age.

DISCLAIMER: I do not personally condone infidelity, even as a form of revenge.

I know some won't enjoy the ride, but I hope at least some do. :)

I.D.

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I loved my wife. Let me get that out front right now. I'd been with her since we were in Junior High. We were good friends back then, and she was my female best bud. We shared a lot together, and when we started to realize that we had feelings for each other, we acted on them.

We lost our virginities on her 18th birthday, and I am proud to say that I made her come several times that night. We had rented a motel room for the occasion, and thanks to her mom putting her on the pill a few months before in anticipation of that moment, we were as safe as possible.

It started off very awkward, but we managed to find a good rhythm by the second go-round. God Bless Internet Porn for giving me the pointers I needed on eating pussy (which I love, by the way), and other things. The Kama Sutra came in handy, too! One thing about Julee is that she has the smallest pussy I've ever heard of. I'm not a Superman down there, but she can't even take all of me inside her! She's also extremely tight, sometimes uncomfortably so for me when she clamps down on me when she comes.

Oh, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Cal Wilson. I'm 5'11" and weigh around 175 to 180 or so. I don't get on the scale every day. I'm in good shape at 32, and still run every day, going back to running Track & Field in High School and College. I have dark brown hair with some premature gray streaks, but my best feature, or so I've been told, is my emerald green eyes. I work as a Detective in the local police force. Our small little town doesn't have much crime, so my job is fairly easy.

My wife is Julee Wilson, formerly Julee Vickers. Yeah, her mom spelled her name with two E's on the end, just to be different, I guess. Not that it mattered. Me and Julee were the pair that everyone said was made for each other. God, she's gorgeous! Long auburn hair, bright sky blue eyes, and a body that can stop a war! 36C-23-37 measurements for the win, and standing 5'6". She's also 32.

So after college, we decided it was time to get hitched, and for 10 years, we had a great life! We did the Kama Sutra page by page, and our sex life never suffered! I wined her, dined her, and took her on romantic dates quite a few times during each year, and not just for holidays. She works as a paralegal at one of our town's two law firms.

Now, Jimmy Greene is the guy that was the Quarterback in High School. The guy whose bread would always fall butter-side up if he were to ever drop it. In other words, he was The Golden Boy... until he got his knee busted beyond full repair while playing NCAA Football. When he got back to town, his father, the town Mayor, decided to give him a job in City Hall, which worked closely with the Sheriff's Office.

Jimmy always had a thing for Julee. He would find us on dates back when we were in High School, and even though he had a girlfriend, he would flirt with Julee openly in front of both me and his own girlfriend Cynthia. Julee, God Bless Her, never flirted back, though some of the stuff he said to her made her blush, and made me angry.

I told him in no uncertain terms that if he ever made a play for Julee, I would make him pay. He smiled and told me I had nothing to worry about, that it was all fun and games.

Jimmy and Cynthia got married right after she graduated College, and he had been working at City Hall for a year already.

How do they fit into my tale? Well, I will get to that in a bit.

About a year ago, Julee and I had plans one Friday night, when I got a call on my cell from Sheriff Barton. He told me that he hated to interrupt my day off, but I needed to get to come into work. I asked what was wrong, and he said that all patrol cars were tied up, and they got a call to a domestic disturbance close to where I lived. Since I was closest, he said that I could just go straight there. Sheriff Barton wouldn't take no for an answer, even though I was scheduled for tonight off.

And since I didn't want to make waves, I apologized to my wife, strapped on my belt with badge and .357 Magnum in my holster, and headed out to the address he'd given me.

Sure enough, when I got there, Sue Roberts had called it in that her husband Hunter had been hitting her again. He was drunk as usual, and had decided to take it out on her and their kids.

It took a while to talk him down, and drag him in for booking. Sue, as usual, declined to press charges. I, as usual, told her to get him some help, and she, also as usual, promised that she would, and that she would get rid of all alcohol in the house. I sighed in exasperation. Every month or two, we would get the same exact call about the same exact situation. Tonight, however, was a bit different.

I was tied up with paperwork at the office until around midnight, and when I got home, I saw Jimmy and Julee sitting on the couch. Julie looked like she had taken another shower since I got called away. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. What the hell was he doing here? I thought.

"What's going on, Jimmy? Honey?" I said, leaning down and giving her a kiss. "Sorry about earlier. Hunter has been booked again, and hopefully Sue will either leave him, or get him the help he needs this time."

"No problem, sweetheart." She replied with a smile. "Cynthia went out of town with her folks, and Jimmy called shortly after you left to see if we were doing anything tonight."

"Yeah, man. Sorry about that. I didn't know it was your date night." Jimmy shrugged. "I guess it was lucky that you got that call, huh?" He had that cocky smile on his face, and I was once again reminded that this guy was a Grade-A Number One Douchebag.

Now the alarm bells in my head were going off. Jimmy has always been a snake that thinks his shit don't stink. I decided to be polite. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Jimmy. About Cynthia, I mean. But if you don't mind, I would like to take my wife to bed and try to make up for having to go into work tonight."

"Oh, sure, man. Sorry about that." He got up quickly and saw himself out. I locked the door behind him and went back over to Julee.

"Baby, I'm sorry about earlier." I said, taking her in my arms. "Next Friday, I'm telling him to get Bill or Dave instead of me, ok?"

Julee knew what it would sometimes be like, married to a cop. She smiled. "It's ok, sweetheart. Jimmy and I just talked for a while, catching up, you know?"

I smiled. "No problem, baby." I said, the alarm bells slowly clanging down. Nothing in her demeanor said that there was anything else going on, at least. I might not have been able to trust Jimmy, but I could trust Julee. Hell, I'd trusted Julee for over half my life!

We made love that night, long and slow. We both came multiple times, and at least the night had been salvaged!

That, however, was only the beginning. Over the next two months, we managed to get in TWO date nights when I wasn't being called to one thing or another. Julee was getting pissed off, and so was I. Unfortunately, while I was getting pissed off at my boss, she was getting pissed off at me. I was her husband, but I was putting The Job before her. That was her view on it, at least. Shit, I couldn't even blame her for thinking that way!

Cynthia kept having to go out of town more and more when her folks moved out to the big city. She would go for long weekends whenever they needed something. She came back early one Sunday, and the next thing I knew, I was getting a phone call from her.

"Detective Wilson." I said, answering my cell.

"C.. Cal! Thank God! You need to get over here NOW!" She said, damn near screaming into my ear. She was definitely upset, and I asked what was going on. "Just get over to my house!" She said. Not OUR house. MY house. Was there trouble with Jimmy?

I had been doing my shift at the Sheriff's office, and told Barton that I got a call from Cythia, and asked for the rest of the day off. He got a strange look on his face, but just nodded and went back to his crossword.

So I flashed on down to Jimmy and Cynthia's place, and was surprised to find Julee's car in the driveway, and the alarm bells had turned into a full blown klaxon in my head. Cynthia was pacing out front, and I saw tears her in eyes when she ran up to me as I got out of my car. My unmarked was actually my car with radio and sirens/lights put in. I love my Dodge Charger.

"Cal, thank God you're here! I don't know what to do!" She sobbed into my chest as she hugged me tight.

"Whoa, slow down, Cyn. What's going on?" I said in a calming voice.

She looked up at me, and I'm sure my confusion was registering on my face as I looked at Julee's car and then back to her.

Suddenly, her face paled, and she put her hands over her mouth. "Cyn, what's going on here? Why is my wife's car in your driveway?"

"You mean you don't know?!" Her eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Know WHAT? What the hell is going on here, Cyn?!" I was getting exasperated again, and the alarm klaxon was clanging double time in my brain. Then it hit me. "SONUVABITCH!" I shouted as I drew my weapon and headed for the door.

I opened the door and went back toward the bedroom. I kicked the door open and saw the tableau. I blinked twice at the frozen lovers. My heart fell out of my chest as I saw Julee, buck naked, kneeling astride Jimmy with his cock buried in her pussy to the hilt.

From the locker room back in high school, I KNEW he wasn't nearly as well hung as I am. I holstered my weapon and looked at Julee. I pulled out my cell and started snapping pics. I got four of them before they came to their senses and Julee jumped off his little condom covered dick.

"I can explain, sweetheart!" She said as I continued to snap pics with my cell. I ignored her, then turned to Cynthia, who had followed me in.

"Cyn, did you know about this?" I asked, ignoring my wife.

"Yes, Cal. I swear, I thought you did too. I wasn't happy about it, but I knew that Jimmy has needs when I'm out of town." She blushed, but met my gaze steadily.

"You weren't happy about it, huh? And you thought I knew?" I asked, keeping my voice even.

"Yeah. Julee told me that she had talked with you about it, and since you work Sundays most of the time, she was sometimes going to be here." Cynthia was in tears again. "I... I didn't realize how bad it was until I saw them together!"

"Cynthia, your pussy is just too loose for me!" Jimmy said.

"And your cock is too big for me!" Julee supplied, addressing me. I turned to look at her in complete shock.

"Too big? You never complained before!" I said incredulously. Then the Idea struck me. "Ok, how about this? If you two are going at it like wild monkeys, I'm going to take Cyn here back to my house and fuck her brains out. Does that work for you, Cyn?" I asked her.

"HELL NO! YOU WON'T TOUCH HER!" It seemed as if Julee and Jimmy shouted that in unison.

Cynthia looked at them in disgust, then turned to me. "You know what, Cal? I want you to take me back to your place and fuck my brains out." She gave me a saucy wink.

"OH FUCK NO!" Jimmy shouted as he jumped out of bed and stepped towards me. I drew my weapon and pointed it dead at him.

"Jimmy, don't be stupid. What's good for the goose is good for the gander." He stopped dead in his tracks and raised his hands as my Colt Python centered directly on his heart. "How long have you been fucking my wife?"

"T.. Two months." He said, his face twisted in a combination of fear and rage.

"Since the night I was called to Hunter and Sue's place." I said, and he nodded. "And did you use a condom every time?"

"Yes." He said. I believed him, but I also wanted to hear it from Julee.

"And Julee? Is that true? Did he use a condom every time he fucked you?" I asked, glancing at her, but my weapon never wavering from Jimmy's chest.

"Yes it's true, now stop this! I'm still yours, Cal!" Julee said. "I still love you, but I just need a smaller dick sometimes, and Jimmy here fits the bill!" Julee pleaded with me.

"What? So you can get some on the side, but I can't?" I looked at her like she'd just fallen off another planet. I looked at Cynthia's raven black tresses and eyes as green as mine. God, she was gorgeous too! My love for Julee had pretty much blinded me to other women, but now that I saw how things were, I was also seeing Cyn in a different light. I looked back at Julee. "You hate double standards, right? Well, THIS is a double standard. If you're going to cuckold me with Jimmy, I'm going to cuckold Jimmy with Cyn. Fair is fair, after all." I shrugged, still pointing the revolver at Jimmy's chest.

"I can't believe you were fucking her in OUR BED!" Cynthia screamed at Jimmy.

"Sweetypie, it's not what you think." Jimmy said. "You know your cunt is too loose for me! I told you that, and you agreed to let me fuck Julee as long as Cal knew about it. It's just sex."

"But I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT IT!" I shouted back. "You knew that I would never share her, ESPECIALLY with a cockroach like you, but you thought it would be ok, right?" Oh, hell, I was pissed off now, and if I could have gotten away with it, I would have gunned both of them down right then and there. I looked at Cyn. "Babe, grab what you need for a few days." I said, and Cyn nodded, going to her dresser and grabbing some essentials.

I then looked back at Julee. "What's the real reason, Julee?"

"Your JOB, you asshole!" She shouted, going on the attack. Her face twisted in rage. "You're ALL THE TIME working on our date nights, and at least Jimmy is there for me!"

"Did you fuck him in our bed?" I asked evenly.

The question took her aback. She stopped before she started, and the look of rage turned to one of shame. I had my answer even before she said it. "Yes." She said in a small voice.

"It'll make a nice start for a bonfire, then." I nodded simply. "When were you planning to tell me, Julee? When you filed for divorce?"

"Cal, dammit it's not like that! I love you, but I just need a smaller cock once in a while, and with you working all the time, Jimmy is the size I really need. I love YOU, though!" Julee was again going on the offensive, as if cuckolding me but still loving me made it ok.

"No, Julee. You don't love me, or you wouldn't be cuckolding me. Especially with HIM." I shot back, and she really had no answer for that. "At least he was using a condom, but now I'm still going to have to get checked for STDs. Cyn, does he use condoms with you?"

"Ever since they came to me a couple months back and told me they were gonna fuck each other while I was out of town, I MAKE him use condoms with me!" She said as she came back over to my side. As we'd been talking Cynthia had a suitcase packed with her toiletries and clothes.

"Good. That lowers the risks of contamination from them." I nodded. I knew Julee was still on the pill, but even with this, I KNEW how Jimmy had been back in High School. He'd been a pussy hound back then, and obviously still was today. However, as far as I knew, Julee had been his first extramarital affair.

She looked at Jimmy. "I'm going to be staying with Cal. If you want to stay married to me, stay away until I come back. I can't believe you two!" She screamed at them. She left first, and I backed out, keeping my weapon trained on Jimmy to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

We managed to get out to my car without incident, but my cell was ringing on the way home. I Ignored the ones from Julee, but took one from the Sheriff.

"Hey, Cal. What's going on? Jimmy just called." Sheriff Barton is Jimmy's uncle on his mom's side.

"Sir, your nephew has been fucking my wife for the past two months, and Cynthia found out that I didn't know about it. She wasn't too happy with the situation either, as it turns out. She and I are on my way to my place right now, and I'm taking the rest of the day off, and tomorrow too." I gave him the dirt.

"Oh boy." He sighed. "I was afraid of something like this happening."

"Wait... YOU KNEW?!" I shouted into the phone.

"I'm sorry, son." He started.

"Save it, asshole." I gritted back. I Ended the call before he could say anything else. I then looked at Cynthia. "Did you know he knew?" I asked.

"God no!" She said, her face full of surprise. "I can't believe this shit!" She was mad as hell now too. "Ok, Cal. When we get back to your place, we need to do some serious fucking!" The rage in her voice was actually turning me on.

"You're damn right we do!" I grinned at her. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time as a woman, not just as a friend. "But first, I need to make some calls and get some shit done at the house. THEN I'm all yours." I promised her.

Julee called again just as I got Cyn home. "What?" I said sharply.

"Don't you dare fuck her, Calvin Wilson!" She shouted at me over the phone.

"It's either I fuck her, or I divorce you. Which is it going to be? I have pictures, remember?" I said. In our state, proof of Infidelity on the wife's part disqualified her from a lot in the division of property in a Divorce.

Julee was so quiet, I thought she'd hung up at first. Then she said "Fine." just before Ending the call.

I sent her a text telling her not to come home tonight, then called the Locksmith. The locksmith was my cousin Dennis, and I knew I could trust him. He gave Cynthia a questioning look when he got there. Cyn and I were just having a couple beers when he arrived and let himself in.

"Hey, Den." I said as he came in.

"What's going on, man?" He asked.

I gave him the short version, and asked him to change the locks and give me three sets of keys. I also asked him NOT to give a set to Julee if she should drop by to ask for one. He agreed readily.

"Blood is thicker than water, Cal." He agreed, and we shook on it. Dennis is one of the good guys, and I know I can depend on him through thick and thin.

I then called the furniture store, and ordered a new kingsized bed to replace the defiled queensize that Julee and I had shared.

Cyn waited patiently for all this, and the movers got there shortly. They disassembled the old bed and threw it in the back yard in a pile, as I instructed, then assembled the new bed per my request. It wasn't cheap, but it would be well worth it when I was done.

You see, I had a plan. Actually, I had several plans. I was just hoping that the least violent plan would be the one that I could use.

Dennis got done changing the locks, and gave me three sets of keys, as ordered. I gave one set to Cyn, winking at her. She grinned back. The furniture guys finished the bed, and I paid them with my credit card. I then called my sister Olivia, the bank manager in our town, and told her to open me a new account first thing Monday morning. After explaining the situation, I asked her to transfer 75% of the Savings and Checking accounts into the new account, and thanked her. She was only too happy to help, since she'd never liked Julee in the first place. It turned out that Liv is a VERY good judge of character.

Once everyone who didn't live there or was staying as my guest had left, it was just me and Cynthia. Instead of taking her straight to bed, I led her to the living room and we sat on the couch after I locked up the house.




Goose & Gander



"Cyn, what we are about to do is petty revenge, you know that, right?" I asked, gazing into her green eyes with mine.

"Yeah, I know, Cal. You know, I've actually heard Julee complaining about how big you are. How big ARE you, anyway?" She asked, her hand going to the growing bulge in my jeans. She stroked me through my pants for a minute. "Oh my God, baby!" She said, her eyes going wide. "You have to be at least seven inches!"

"Seven and a half, and thick with a circumcised head." I winked at her, and her grin got wider as she undid my button fly. I reached for her, pulling her into a kiss. Our lips met and parted for each other, as our tongues danced together slowly. I broke the kiss after several long moments. God, Cyn was a better kisser than Julee!

"Before we go beyond the point of no return, I have to ask you something." I took her hand. "Cyn, you deserve better than Jimmy, and always have. What I don't get is why you would put up with his shit."

Cynthia blushed fiercely. "He keeps control of the bank accounts completely. He said that if I left him, I would have nothing. He said that he knew all the lawyers in town, and none of them would take my case."

"He's bullshitting you, sweetheart." I said, kissing her fingers. "Listen to me. Do you want to leave him? Don't worry about getting a lawyer. Just answer yes or no. Do you want to leave that cheating sonuvabitch?"

"Yes, but not just because of the cheating. He..." She broke down crying, then pulled up the sleeve of her blouse to show me the grip bruise on her upper arm.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Shit." I said, shaking my head. That put a whole new kink in my plan. With the Good Ol' Boys club in Law Enforcement here, Sheriff Barton and the DA would be very reluctant to prosecute Golden Boy unless he actually killed her. He would get away with the years of abuse that Cyn had suffered. However, I now had dirt on the Sheriff that he had not only known about the affair, but had enabled it by keeping me On The Job so they could fuck like bunnies for two fuckin' months.

"Sweetheart, listen to me. I'm POL Certified in this entire state. Tomorrow, I'm going to call a divorce attorney from my wife's firm's rivals. We're going to get representation. Sheriff Barton can't fire me, and he fuckin' knows it." I took a deep breath. "I like you a lot, Cyn. I always have. You've been one of my best friends since we were kids. And I'll be damned if I let that asshole husband of yours hurt you again. With the pics on my sim card, you will have an airtight case against him, and you will get everything."

Her eyes lit up at that. "Cal, you would help me like that, even though I knew about the mess?"

"Yes, I would, because you didn't know that I didn't know, and you didn't know how deep it runs. Now that we do, we're going to have to be careful. I know Sheriff Barton, and I know that he was probably coerced into this whole mess somehow. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow morning, and let him know that I AM taking the day off." I said. "After we get our lawyer hired, we're going to the station together and, if you want, you can press charges against Jimmy for those bruises."

"But will he even...?" She started to ask.

"Yeah, he will, after I show him the pics. You see, until we actually have them served with Divorce papers, we're going to keep the threat of Divorce over their heads. This is my plan. We basically blackmail them into a corner, then set off the trap." I smiled as I laid out the plan for her. "That includes blackmailing their relatives too, and sending the pics to Julee's parents as well. By the time we get done with them, they won't have a pot to piss in." I winked.

Cynthia laughed musically. "I love the way you think, and remind me never to piss you off!" She said it warmly, then captured my lips with her own as our tongues caressed each other. After another long moment of tonsil tag, she broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. "Cal, forget fucking tonight. I want you to make love to me." Her voice was so sultry, I was throbbing with desire for her.

This was still new to me, desiring a woman who wasn't Julee. But Julee had made her choice. She knew how I felt about cheating, but she went ahead and did it anyway.

Yet here I was, about to get some petty revenge before the real vengeance started. No, this wasn't petty revenge anymore. I had talked with Cynthia a lot over the years, and we did have quite a bit in common. From our love of Country and Jazz to similar tastes in movies that even Julee and I didn't share.

"You know, Cal, if Julee hadn't owned your heart back then, I would have made a play for you in High School." She admitted, blushing deeply.

"If Julee hadn't existed, I would have been all over you, Cynthia Smithson." I replied, using her maiden name.

Just then, my phone buzzed. I'd set it to vibrate, and when I looked, it was Julee's number. I smirked as I answered it. "What now, Julee?" I asked in an exasperated tone.

"Cal, it isn't too late for us. We can talk about this." She said in her whiney voice that I hated.

"Can we? Are you going to stop fucking Jimmy?" I asked.

"Umm..." She started, but I Ended the call and turned my phone off before she could call back.

"What did she say?" Cynthia asked.

"She said 'Umm...' and that was all the answer I needed." I shrugged. Then I pulled her back into my arms and kissed Cynthia lovingly. "But enough about her. God, you're beautiful." I exclaimed softly after breaking the kiss. I stood up from the couch and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. The new bed, sheets already put on and pillows cased, looked very inviting. "Cynthia, when this is all over, I want to try with you, if that's what you want." I said as we undressed each other.

"I want that too, Cal. Jimmy was never my first choice of husbands." She gave me an impish smile. I like you a lot... no, that's an understatement. I've been in love with you since we were kids." She blushed even redder.

"Cynthia, why did it take us this long?" I asked as she pressed her naked body against mine. Her arms encircled my neck and her pretty shaven pussy pressed against my rock hard cock. Cynthia is tall, at 5'10", and hotter than a 2 dollar pistol! She was Head Cheerleader in High School, which was the main reason she'd dated ol' Jimmy. I didn't know her measurements at the time, but she was perfection incarnate.

"Shit with our soon-to-be exes." She replied in a whisper. "But now it's our time, Cal."

"Damn right it is." I replied before devouring her lips in a passionate kiss. Our kisses took on an urgency, as if at any moment our lives would be interrupted. Cynthia, however, had taken a cue from me and turned off her cellphone. I had then unplugged the landline from the wall, so nobody could contact us through the home phone.

When I felt Cyn's hand on my cock, stroking me back and forth, she moaned into my mouth, then pulled back from the kiss to look lustily into my eyes. "God, you're so much bigger than Jimmy the Needle." She whispered in a low tone. Jimmy the Needle! In spite of the sexy woman in front of me, and in spite of the fact that she was stroking my cock, I nearly started laughing at the nickname, and filed it away for future use.

I recovered from that quickly, however, when my roaming hands found her beautiful perfect D cup breasts. Her nipples were taut and hard as bullets, and the scent of her arousal reached my nostrils. She smelled much sweeter than Julee, and I was determined to taste her. "Lay down, baby. I'm going to eat that sweet pussy of yours." I said, and her eyes went wide.

"Jimmy never ate my pussy, and now he never will." She smiled a sultry grin and laid down on the bed. Her knees came up and she spread her thighs for me, giving me a great view of her completely bald mound. "He always wanted me clean down there." She blushed.

"I have to agree with him on that." I smirked and shrugged as I climbed onto the bed and between her silky thighs. Her Greek heritage on her mom's side was reflected in her dusky complexion, and She smelled of olive oil and jasmine. Her pussy, on the other hand, was indescribable as I inhaled her feminine scent. I spread her pink pussy lips with my fingers, and slowly licked up from the base to her throbbing clit. Her juices were flowing freely, and she tasted divine. "You taste like Heaven, baby." I whispered as I tasted her again and again. I stiffened my tongue and slipped it inside her cunt. Her moans became screams as she came closer and closer as I tongue fucked her while my fingers rubbed her sensitive nub.

Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair and she screamed. "I'M GONNA COME!" Her hips bucked, and she shoved my face into her pussy as she screamed my name over and over. Her juices coated my face and I drank as much of her sweet nectar as possible. God, she tasted so much better than Julee!

As her orgasm subsided, I moved up over her, and she grabbed me and kissed me passionately, licking all of her cum and pussy juices off my face. "God, that was amazing, baby!" She gasped as her eyes were alit with lust. "Now, put that big dick in me and show me what a real man feels like!"

"Will do, ma'am." I replied in my professional cop voice as I slid my hard cock into her for the first time.

Now, Julee hadn't been lying about having a small cunt. Shit, she was so tight that I could barely fit most of my shaft inside her. Even so, it was a wonder that she felt anything with Jimmy.

Cyn, on the other hand, was by no means loose, but I found it hard to believe that Jimmy's pencil cock could even get her off. The way she groaned when my cock finally bottomed out at her cervix told me that my presumption had been correct. Then she gave voice to my thoughts.

"Oh God yes!" She declared. "You're a perfect fit, baby!" She opened her eyes and gazed at me, not with lust, but with pure love. That was when she had me completely. Decades as friends, and now lovers because of our spouses' stupidity.

She wasn't super tight, but she felt perfect around me as I moved in and out of her slowly. Our lips met again and our tongues danced slowly as I made slow passionate love to her. My hips moved in slow circles as I thrust into her over and over. Her breasts were pressed into my chest as I fucked her slowly, making sweet passionate love to her. Her wet tight heat felt just right.

"You feel amazing around me, Cyn." I gasped as I moved in and out slowly. From her ragged breathing, she was close. But then, so was I. We had been going for about ten minutes when I felt the initial build-up and knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. Then I thought of something. "Cyn, do you want me to put a condom on?" I asked.

"No, baby! I want your cum inside me!" She gasped and begged. "Please give me your hot cum, Cal!" She moaned as I felt her pussy starting to convulse around me. "Come with MMMMEEEEE!!!!" I felt her cunt go wild, squeezing me inside her as her whole body shuddered from what had to be a mind blowing orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip as she climaxed around my thrusting throbbing cock.

Her scream of ecstasy, coupled with her pussy milking and massaging me, sucking me deeper inside her, caused my balls to tighten and my cock to swell. I knew I was close. "I'm gonna come, Cynthia!!!" I shouted just before I released. Jet after hot jet of cum shot into her perfect pussy as my cock surged forward with each volley of my seed.

When we came down, I rolled off of her and pulled her to my side. Our fingers interlaced as we held each other, enjoying the afterglow of our adulterous coupling. We felt no guilt, only a curious satisfaction that neither of us had experienced before. Contentment and the glow of pure pleasure. She threw one toned and very tan leg over my hips, and I felt our combined cum dripping onto my thigh as her finger swirled around the hair on my chest.

"That was the best sex I've ever had." Cynthia purred.

"Me too." I said with a smile that I thought would never leave my face. We looked at each other and kissed lovingly. "We need to talk about our next move."

She nodded. "Yes, we do. I can't go back to Jimmy now. What we have is too special for me to ever be happy with him again, not that I was actually happy with him to begin with."

Now I felt a little guilt. I had been happy with Julee, or so I thought. But now, sexually at least, I had found true happiness with another woman. It made me pause for a moment. Was this how Julee felt with Jimmy? While I absolutely hated Jimmy, and had for years, I couldn't bring myself to hate Julee anymore. I hated what she did to me, and she had lost my trust forevermore, but I now had an understanding of what she was talking about.

Then the anger returned when I thought that my own boss had been in on the whole mess from the beginning. He had diverted me from Julee and given his shithead nephew the opening he needed to seduce her.

Julee was far from blameless here too. She could have said No to Jimmy. She could have stopped it at any time. We had both been played, but I had been played far worse than Julee.

I told Cynthia what I was feeling, and she got a look of both guilt and sorrow on her face. "I am so sorry, Cal." She said softly, stroking my cheek.

"Sweetheart, when Julee told you that I was supposedly ok with this, how did she say it? What was the mindset she said I had about it?" I asked. I had to know what lies Julee had told her.

"She basically said that your feelings mirrored mine. That while you didn't like it in the least, you would accept it since you knew she had needs." Cynthia said. My anger at Julee was now growing.

I just nodded. "Ok. I'm going to go about this like the Detective I am, and find out all the angles." I then laid out my plan to her.

She laughed as I finished. "You are one devious bastard, but I love you anyway!" She declared, her eyes flashing with mirth and love.

"And you are the epitome of a Greek Goddess." I said. "And I love you too."

We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening making love, and yes, finally fucking hard and fast when we both felt the anger at our respective spouses rising. I can't speak for her, but all of my orgasms were mind-blowing, and by the end of the night, I was shooting cotton balls out the end of my cock when I came. I had no sperm left in my balls, and it was at that point when I told her that we needed some food to survive.

"Ok, baby. Let's take a shower, then I'm going to cook us something to eat." She grinned, and I readily agreed.

After our shower, we toweled off and went to the kitchen, where Cynthia cooked up some porkchops and veggies. She used a few different spices she found in the cupboard, and the chops turned out amazing! The veggies, doused with cheddar cheese sauce, were great too, and soon we were both full of food. We sat at the table and discussed our future plans once we finished eating. I complimented her cooking skill, and told her God's Honest Truth when I said she was a much better cook than Julee!

She blushed and grinned at me as she accepted my compliment, and I kissed her lovingly. For a moment, my plan faltered in my head as I found myself not hating Julee anymore. Yes, she was a no-good cheating skank, but she had also brought Cyn and I, albeit unintentionally, together.

No. The thought of her riding him like she never liked riding me was enough to bring my anger back, and vow that she would get nothing from me except what the court MIGHT be willing to give her after those pics were entered into evidence.

Yes, I had a plan, but it would take a little time to iron out all the details and get things rolling.

When we fell asleep, it was in each other's arms, something that Julee hated to do. She 'liked her space' when sleeping. Well, Cyn was the opposite. She was a cuddler, and I love cuddling.

The one real blessing about our impending Divorces was that neither of us had any kids. For my and Julee's parts, we just weren't ready yet, according to her. She wanted to save some money from her Paralegal job, which made her some pretty decent change, before we tried for a kid. Cyn, on the other hand, just didn't want to have anything to do with having Jimmy's kids, and told him as much. She said that after the shit he'd been pulling for the past two months, she was damn glad she'd held out in spite of him begging her to 'stay home and have babies'.

Cynthia is a real estate agent, and basically sets her own schedule, and since the real estate market is booming in our once one horse town, she's been making a killing. The trick was to get that money out of the 'joint' account she and Jimmy had at the bank. I wanted to involve Liv, but didn't want the backlash to fall on her if it all went sideways. Cyn had her sales receipts, though, and her pay stubs from her job. We would sue for her pay, and take him to the cleaners anyway.

So with our plan set, we got in the car the next morning and went to see a lawyer. We talked to Phil, Liv's hubby and my brother, and he took our case at a Family Discount. In other words, he was basically taking the case for chump change, and for the chance to put the screws to Jimmy. Yeah, Jimmy had hit on Liv once, and Phil didn't like that. It was becoming apparent that outside his own family, Jimmy didn't have many friends.

Phil had Divorce papers drawn up for both spouses, and I sent him copies of the pics I'd taken the day before, to be used as evidence. The time code on them was evidence enough, and with their admissions as to how long the affair had been going on, it gave Phil some leverage in drawing up the legal specs in each Divorce. He agreed to get the real dirt on them, and have them served tomorrow, on Tuesday.

After we were done at Phil's office, we went to see Sheriff Barton.

"Hey, Bart." I said as I walked in. I kept my voice even and a smile on my face as Cynthia followed me inside. I sent him the pics to his phone, and told him that the reason would be made clear soon enough. I looked at Cyn. "Show him what you showed me yesterday." I nodded towards her arm.

She pushed her sleeve up, showing the grip bruise. "Jimmy does this to me on a daily basis, just about. Well, DID it to me, since I'm not going back. I want to press charges against him."

"Umm, well, that could be tric.." He started, but I cut him off.

"Bart, unless you want those pics I just sent you all over the internet and posted on the wall of City Hall, you're going to arrest that scumbag yourself, and book him into the jail. Then you're going to the DA and let him know that charges need to be filed in court for Spousal Battery. I know that without this leverage, his shit would just be swept under the rug as usual. I don't want to do this, but I will if I have to." I spelled it out for him. "Now, I want to know your FULL involvement in Jimmy and Julee's affair. If you don't tell me, these pics go public anyway, with your name attached as an enabler."

Sheriff Barton was over a rail, and he knew it. I surreptitiously started the recorder in my pocket just before he started to speak.

"Ah, hell, I'm sorry about this whole shit pile, Cal." He winced. "I never should have let Jimmy and Fred talk me into it."

"The Mayor too? How did they do that?" I asked, eyebrow raised.

"He said that he and Julee were in love, and that he needed me to get you out of the picture so he could be with her." That made me raise the other eyebrow. I was pretty sure that at that point, Jimmy had been lying, but I couldn't be 100% certain.

"Go on." I said, nodding.

"So it started that night when I called you to go out to Hunter and Sue's place. Jimmy said that even though they were in love, they didn't want to go through a messy divorce, and wanted to stay married to the two of you." He took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. "He then said that they had cleared it with both of you that when you were at work or out of town, that they would be together, and I thought the matter dropped. Well, I mean I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to rock the boat. I knew that Cynthia knew, but I kind of figured that you didn't, Cal. Blood is thicker than water, though, so I kept my mouth shut, and got you out on every bullshit call I could find. Man, you have no idea how sorry I am for this."




Goose & Gander



From the look of anguish on his face, I believed him. That didn't change the fact that he'd betrayed me, but I was rethinking my plan to bury him so deep, he would never work in Law Enforcement again. "I thought of you as family, Bart. I guess you didn't feel the same about me." I said, shaking my head. No, this Justice was going to be complete. No, this wasn't about revenge anymore. This was going to be Justice for All. Everyone was going to get exactly what they deserved.

I took a breath and asked him another question. "Who else knew about this besides you?" I asked, and he got that Deer in the Headlights look on his face. The same look on Julee's and Jimmy's faces in those pics I'd just sent him. "Remember, answer truthfully, or everyone hears about your involvement."

As a Detective, I had pretty much mastered being a human lie detector. About the only one that I couldn't detect was the woman I'd been married to for 10 fuckin' years. She'd snowed me good! Barton, on the other hand, was an open book by comparison.

"If I tell you, will you keep my name out of it? Will you erase the recording on that device in your pocket?" He said. Give him credit, he was observant. As a Detective himself, he had to be. It was then that I made the most life changing decision I could make when it came to Barton's life. I shut off the recorder and erased it in front of him.

"You're off the hook, Barton." I nodded. I was going to give him a free pass, but not totally. He was still going to have to face his family after I was done. He would still be able to work in Law Enforcement, though. "Now, tell me who else knows that I've been cuckolded." I snarled.

"Just Fred and Jimmy, and other male family members on their side." He said, then regretted the word MALE being used. I knew where copies of these pictures were going next!

I smiled at that, and he paled as he realized the full extent of his slip. "Shit!" He muttered under his breath.

"So the Mayor knows, and enabled it too. As did Judge Greene." I nodded, this being confirmation of his previous statement. That was one packet each going to their wives with the tagline 'Your Husband Knew About This!' Janet Greene was a good woman, and a friend of my parents. They'd been friends since before she married Fred Greene, the now Mayor of our town. Alice Greene, Judge Greene's wife, was kind of a shrew, but she also deserved to know what her hubby had enabled to happen!

It struck me as strange that Julee hadn't tried calling me today, but that thought had barely registered itself in my head before my cell started buzzing. Sure enough, it was Julee.

"Detective Wilson." I answered, as I usually do when on duty.

"Cal, are you at work?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm in Bart's office doing some paperwork. What's going on?" I kept the tone casual.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" She asked.

"What's there to talk about, Julee?" I asked.

"The fact that I still love you." She said. "The fact that I know you still love me." Ok, that caught me a bit off guard. I realized that even though she'd shit all over me, I DID still have some residual feelings for her.

"When would you like to talk?" I asked. "I can take the rest of the day off, but you won't be able to get into the house. I've had the locks changed." I told her.

"Will you let me in so I can get my clothes, at least? We could talk then." She said. I had to agree.

"Yeah, no problem. Cynthia is going to be there too. She's with me at work right now." I said. I figured that would be a good barrier to being tempted. I glanced at Cyn, and she had an apprehensive look on her face.

"Fine." I heard all the tension in the world in that one word from my wife before she hung up.

I looked back at Barton. "Anyhow, does anyone besides the Mayor, you, Judge Greene, and Jimmy know that I've been horned by him and my wife?"

"No, that's all of us." He nodded. "And Cynthia here too." He said, trying to implicate her.

"She's already told me, and the reason why is because Jimmy has control of all their money." I snarled. "Now, are you going to send the evidence to the DA?"

Bart got his digital camera and snapped some pictures of the grip bruise, and a few other bruises on her body. He then checked them and sent them to his PC in order to compile then and email them. "Yes, it's going today. I'll email him after I pick up Jimmy." He nodded. He would have to do it, since he was the only one he could trust, besides me, to keep quiet about the shit that Jimmy had pulled. I would keep quiet, alright. Until it was time to NOT keep quiet.

"Good. The sooner he's off the street, the better. I'd go myself, but you know." I shrugged. I did NOT want to be tied to his arrest, especially after the news of his affair with Julee went public.

"Yeah, I know. I'm not a fan of what you're doing, but what he did to you is unforgivable, in my book. And hitting his own wife isn't what I signed on to protect him from. He's going down for that, if I have anything to say about it. If he wasn't family, I wouldn't have helped him. You gotta believe that, son." Barton said. It moved me. I'd known Sheriff Stanley "Bart" Barton all my life, and up until yesterday, I respected and loved the hell outta him. I still liked him, but the respect was diminished quite a bit by his betrayal.

"I believe ya, Bart." I nodded, then stood with Cyn by my side. "Now, I have to go give Julee her clothes and get her out of my house." I said, and shook his hand.

"Will you be in tomorrow?" He asked.

"No, I'm officially taking my five days' vacation, starting today. I'll be back next Monday." I said, smiling.

"Ok, sounds good." He smiled, and I had a feeling that once the dust settled, he was going to be ok.

But I wasn't done yet. As promised, I sent both Mayor Greene and Mrs. Greene the email with all J-pegs attached, and timed it to coincide with Jimmy's arrest at the hands of his uncle.

When we got home, Julee was waiting. Cyn and I walked up to the door, hand in hand, and just looked at Julee. She had a jealous look on her face.

"Hi, Julee." Cynthia said. "Enjoy fucking my husband?"

"I could ask you the same, slut!" Julee sneered at Cynthia. Now that I compared them side by side, Cyn had Julee beaten hands down in the loos department!

"Now now, ladies. Julee, what have we said about double standards?" I asked calmly, smiling at her with a pointed look. "Remember, if you hadn't slept with Jimmy, I wouldn't have slept with Cynthia."

That stopped her dead before she started her retort. I continued. "Julee, what is there to talk about? You showed me just how much I mean to you yesterday when you were riding Jimmy the Needle. No respect. No love. Nothing but contempt. Instead of showing ANY real contrition for what you did, you first tried to make excuses, then attacked my job, and surprisingly, my cock size. I've heard of guys being too small, but too big when they aren't even what most would call porn size? Seriously, Julee? Well, I hope his little dick satisfies you, because you aren't going to be getting this one again. Now, get your shit and get out of my house."

"Julee, if you don't want a cock his size, I'll gladly take him off your hands." Cyn said with a satisfied smile on her face. Yeah, we were rubbing Julee's nose in it, and dammit, it felt GOOD!

Julee couldn't hold the tears back anymore, and the flood gates opened. "I'm so sorry, Cal!" She bawled. She was REALLY crying now, something I'd only seen a few times before. "I screwed up!"

"No, you screwed down. Jimmy used to beat Cynthia, did you know that?" I looked at Cyn, who showed off the bruise on her upper arm. I know she remembered when Cyn would wear the heavy makeup to church, and could imagine now the bruises underneath all that makeup. I remembered not thinking much of it at the time, and remarking to Jimmy that she sure wore a lot of makeup. Shortly after that, I noticed, she wasn't wearing as much as she used to. That was probably Jimmy showing some sick twisted intelligence and hitting her where he knew it wouldn't show while wearing normal clothing.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, Cyn! I didn't know about that!" Julee had a look on her face as if she had just seen a ghost, or maybe a vision of the future if she were to leave me for Jimmy.

"Nothing you could have done, Jules." Cyn said with a shrug. "That's behind me now, though, and I won't lie. I'm going to do what I should have done years ago, and Divorce that scumbag. I'm taking his ass to the fucking cleaners."

"As am I." I said, looking at Julee. It was time to dictate terms of her surrender. "Julee, we're through. I'm suing for 75% of our joint assets. That will leave you enough to get your own place, since the house is in my name and is mine by right. You can keep your car, and I'm keeping my car. The rest gets divvied up 75/25. If you fight me on this, those pics go to your family, my family, and anyone else who's interested. I would prefer this over quickly and cleanly, but I will fight dirty if I have to. There will be no going back from this. You and I will be done. You already know how I feel about cheating. Before I EVER slept with Cynthia last night, you'd been horning me for two whole months with Jimmy. I guess the only consolation I have is that you made that asshole needle dick motherfucker wear a condom, so I shouldn't have any STDs."

Julee had stopped crying. "But I love you, Cal!" She pleaded.

"No, Julee. If you loved me, you would have respected me, and respected the vows we took when we were married. As far as I'm concerned, when I saw you and Jimmy together yesterday, I was Divorced from you then and there. All that's left is to make it official. You will be served tomorrow at work on grounds of Infidelity. My Attorney already has the pictures as evidence, and will be submitting them in Court." I stopped and let my words sink in, then continued. "Julee, will you give me the Divorce so we can move on with our lives?"

She looked down, completely defeated. "Yes." She said in that small voice that showed that she had lost.

"Thank you, Now, let's get you packed. After the revelation today, I don't think you'll want to go back to Jimmy, especially since he just got picked up on Domestic Battery charges." I said.

"Y... you're right. But where am I going to stay?" She asked.

"I left enough in your account for a down payment on an apartment and then some. It used to be the joint account, but I had 75% of it moved into an account in my name, and removed my name from the joint account, so it's now all yours." I shrugged. "I hope you make it, Julee. As much as I really want to hate you, I just can't. We've known each other too long, but I can't and won't forgive what you did to me, to us."

Julee sobered at that. She was hurting, obviously, but I steeled myself against her. It was very difficult to do, but I did it. Hell, part of me wanted to just hold her and tell her everything would be ok, but I knew better. If she had loved me, she would have stopped fucking Jimmy when I asked her if she would. Dammit, IF she loved me, she wouldn't have fucked his needle dick in the fuckin' FIRST PLACE!

That was the only thought I needed to finish steeling myself against her sorrow and considerable charms. Yes, side by side, and viewed objectively instead of with a heart full of love, she didn't hold a candle to Cynthia, all things considered. That didn't stop her from being gorgeous in her own right.

Cynthia helped us get all of Julee's stuff packed up, and it STILL took fuckin' forever. By the time we were done, it was too late to go apartment hunting, and we were all pooped out. We collapsed in the living room, with most of OUR suitcases filled with Julee's stuff. Her closet had been cleaned out, and her dresser, and her night table, and her makeup table, and her sink in the Master Bath, and... well, you get the idea.

"I never realized you had so much stuff, Jules." I chuckled in spite of myself as Cynthia came in and handed us both a beer before plopping down in my lap. Julee looked at us with an expression of longing on her face. No jealousy, for once. Just a sense of what she had thrown away.

"Well, it's been over ten years since I moved in here, and you know I never throw anything away as long as it's wearable." Julee shrugged, and I once again couldn't help chuckling.

"I know, alright." I smirked. "Jules, it's late. You can crash in the guest room, if you want."

Cynthia leaned close to my ear. "Is that a good idea?" She whispered.

"I don't hate her, Cyn. As much as I want to, I can't. I don't love her anymore, but I still kind of care about what happens to her." I whispered back. Then I looked at the expression of hope on Julee's face. "Jules, this is One Night Only. You can sleep in the guest room, but pack up your car in the morning, and remember, you are going to be Served at work with the Divorce papers." I drove the reality back home for her.

Julee choked back a sob. "Is that really necessary?" She asked finally. "How about we just go to your lawyer in the morning, and I'll sign everything in his office?"

I thought about it. As much as I really wanted to humiliate her, I also remembered the good times we had over the years. Helluva thing, memory. I looked at Cyn and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think? Should we?" I asked her.

Cynthia looked over at Julee and saw the utter despair in her eyes. Then she looked back into mine. "I think she's suffered enough for now, and yes, I think that would work."

I looked over at Julee. "Fine. We'll go to Phil's office in the morning. Then you can sign the papers and we can get the Judge to declare us divorced. We aren't going for counseling, and we aren't going to have to worry about child custody. So no worries there."

Julee got a small smile on her face. She had evaded my wrath... for the moment. The dust hadn't settled yet. Hell, the explosion hadn't even happened yet.

"I see you've replaced the bed already." She said, her voice still small and full of contrition.

"Yeah, I kind of needed an upgrade, anyway. I didn't know at the time that Cyn here was a cuddler, though. If I had, I might have gone with the queensize." I smiled, and couldn't resist rubbing some salt in Julee's wounds. She flinched visibly at the jab. 

"I really wasn't that good a wife, was I?" She said, probably feeling the full weight of her decisions now.

"No, you were a good wife, until you decided to fuck not just another guy, but an asshole like Jimmy Greene. You KNEW how I felt about him. You KNEW that he was all the time wanting in your panties. You KNEW that I told him once that if he hit on you again, I would make him pay. Well, Payday is here for him. If you don't want to get caught in the fallout, I suggest you leave town ASAP when the Divorce is final." I told her in an even voice, with emphasis on each KNEW.

Julee got a look on her face that spoke of her fear. "What do you mean, Cal?"

"I mean what I say, Jules. Look, I don't hate you, but a storm is coming. When the Mayor himself enables his son to fuck another man's wife, with full knowledge that his son is in the wrong, there's going to be some serious fallout. It isn't illegal for him to have knowledge of it, or to even allow it to happen with his blessing. What IS illegal, though, is to have that Husband scheduled at work so that it is possible for his son to do it." I was lying through my teeth now, but that was to protect Bart. At least Bart had a conscience, and that was going to protect him when I detonated this all over town. "I have it on good authority that Mayor Greene was the one behind me being assigned Friday nights, even though I had that night off normally. And he made damn sure I was kept busy on Sundays, too."

Julee's eyes widened at that. "Oh my God! Jimmy used his own father to set us both up?!"

It all made sense, in a weird sort of way. See, Jimmy wasn't an asshole by accident. He took after his dad, who was in the running for Biggest Asshole In The Universe. Mayor Greene was definitely an asshole, and had more than proved it by his actions lately.

Yes, Mayor Greene was Number 2 on my hit list, right after Jimmy Greene but before Judge Greene. Bart had gotten himself off the list, but I had the feeling that he wouldn't escape completely unscathed.

I pulled out my cell and called Phil.

"Hey, Cal. What's up?" He asked when he answered his phone.

"Change of plans, Phil. Julee is going to be coming in tomorrow morning with me and Cyn, and she's going to sign the papers there at your office. Is that cool with you?" I gave him the change in plans.

"Sure, I don't see why not. Have her bring her Lawyer, though. I don't want this coming back to bite us in the ass." He said.

"Ok, I'll tell her." I nodded. "Thanks, Phil."

"No problem, brother. I got your back." He said, then Ended the call.

I looked at Julee. "Bring your Lawyer in the morning when we go see Phil."

Julee just gulped and nodded.

After we'd finished our beers, we went to bed. Julee crashed out in the guest room, and Cyn locked the door behind us when we went to bed in OUR bedroom that night. I had the strangest feeling that Cynthia and I would be sharing that bed for the rest of our lives.

In the morning, Julee called her lawyer, and had him meet us at Phil's office. After explaining the whole mess to him, he looked at her walleyed, but didn't say anything as he went over the Divorce papers and evidence. When he was done, he handed the papers to Julee. "This is the best deal you're going to get, Jules. Take it and run." That was his advice. Julee, God Bless Her, took his advice.

Thirty Days later, after the 'cooling off period', we were officially Divorced.

The Divorce from Julee wasn't the real fight. No, the REAL fight was going to be from Jimmy Greene and his daddy and uncle in City Hall. But thanks to the email I sent to their wives, we had an ally in our corner in the form of Janet Greene. Alice Greene hadn't responded, and I figured she had her own brand of justice planned for the Honorable Judge. Judge Reinhold (no relation) saw the evidence, and Jimmy was being held without bond under House Arrest at his place, thanks to his record... which had been swept under the rug until recently exposed by his own dear mother... and was found to not only be violent, but a flight risk. You see, Jimmy had a HUGE Trust Fund, thanks to Daddy Dear, and that Trust Fund was being hunted by Phil, now representing Cynthia in her Divorce from Jimmy. Jimmy was stupid enough to fight the Divorce, so Phil pulled out the Big Guns, going after the Trust Fund.

When Jimmy pled out, he was given probation, but was kept on House Arrest. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do for now.

I received a call at work from Cynthia, who was now living with me full time, telling me that Janet Greene was at the house. I said I'd be right there, told Bart that his sister was at my place, and he just nodded and smiled. I rushed home.

When I got there, Cynthia and Janet were having coffee in the living room. "I'm here, ma'am." I said when I came in, after kissing Cynthia hello.

"Cal, it's good to see you. Thank you for that enlightening email, by the way." She smiled apologetically. "If I had known my son was doing that to you two with my husband's full knowledge and cooperation, I would have put a stop to it."

"Ma'am, not many people knew about it." I shook my head. "It wouldn't be fair to say that you should have known."

"My brother knew and enabled it." Her voice had turned to steel. "My HUSBAND knew and enabled it. My brother knew and enabled it. That THING that calls itself my son has crossed beyond the pale this time! To seduce another man's wife, and to then use his own family to cover it up... Well, let me just say that whatever I can do, I will do for you." She nodded.




Goose & Gander



I had kind of figured that she would be supportive, maybe. What I hadn't counted on was her swearing herself to our cause!

"Thank you, Janet!" Cynthia said, hugging her soon-to-be ex-mother.

"Anytime, sugar." Janet said with a smile. "Do you think Phil will take my Divorce case?" She asked me when Cynthia sat back down.

"I think he could be persuaded." I nodded and smiled. "Mrs. Greene..."

"Janet, Cal. You should know that by now." She admonished me with a matronly smile.

"Ok, Janet, I hope you don't think less of me for taking up with Cynthia here." I said, a bit apprehensive of how she would see this arrangement.

"Nonsense, Cal!" She laughed. "You two deserve to be happy, and with what Julee and Jimmy did to you two, I have a feeling that making each other happy is in the cards for you two."

Now, I KNOW I could have sued Jimmy, his father, and possibly even both of his uncles for Alienation of Affection, but why bother? It's a shit lawsuit, most of the time, and damn near impossible to prove. No, what I had in mind for Jimmy and his father was much, MUCH worse. After all my investigation into the hows, whys, and wherefores, I had established that Mayor Greene, in collusion with his son, had conspired to break up my marriage. Procurement was one charge that I was thinking of filing, as well as solicitation by proxy. The Judge, while having knowledge, was only guilty of not telling me what I needed to know.

Julee would have nothing to do with Jimmy, and moved out of town shortly after our divorce was final. Her boss had gotten her a good job in another town with an old friend of his from law school. She had followed my advice, and un-assed the A/O before the Shitstorm destroyed the fan.

Bart cooperated with me fully on everything, and apologized to his sister for his part in what had happened. He confirmed my suspicions finally that Mayor Greene himself had told him that if he didn't go along with Jimmy's plan, he would lose his job as Sheriff, and be replaced by an idiot of the Mayor's choosing. No matter his faults, Bart has ALWAYS been a damn good Sheriff. Any replacement handpicked by Mayor Greene would be a detriment to the Force.

And so it came to pass that one night, Bart and Janet were sitting down to dinner with Cynthia and me, and we had some damn good fried chicken, cooked by Cyn herself. Yes, she's amazing in bed AND she can cook! And Jimmy gave her up for Julee?! Well, no accounting for taste, sometimes.

After dinner, while having some beer, we went over the plan. I outlined the basics, and told them that the timetable was being pushed back slightly so Mayor Greene could be Served with the Divorce papers first. This whole town was about to get a fuckin' enema.

The first order of business was to check in with Phil and see what his P.I. had been able to dig up. I called him up, and the report was good. He'd managed to gather a LOT of dirt on our illustrious Mayor and his shithead son.

Janet went through some self-recrimination about how she'd raised Jimmy, but after we assured her that he was His Father's Son, she finally relented. I couldn't blame her, really. She told us of how her husband had changed over the years, and gone from a kind, wonderful man into a sleazy tyrant. I thought of that old saying. "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts, absolutely." It fit with Mayor Greene and how he ran our town.

What it boiled down to in the end was that, with his son as his proxy, he had shown everyone that no woman was immune to them. I felt badly for Julee when I found out about that tidbit. The conversation on the tape made me sick to my stomach as Phil played it for us in his office.

Mayor Greene: Just divorce her, Jimmy. Give the bitch what she wants, and I'll get her out of town.

Jimmy: But dad, she just doesn't get to divorce me! She's mine to do with as I please!

Mayor: Jimmy, let's cut our losses here. People are starting to talk, and we need to sweep this away as soon as possible. Don't worry about Cal. I'm going to get him fired, and ran out of town on a rail. We need Cynthia to go with him. You've already fucked up enough.

Jimmy: How the fuck can you say that, dad?! You were the one who told me that Julee was primed and ready for me to fuck! You were the one who got Bart to give him extra hours and extra calls!

Mayor: Well, you were the one who let her get away.

Jimmy: I was in JAIL, in case you don't remember! How the fuck was I supposed to know that Cynthia was going to rat me out for correcting her! That bitch needs to die!

Mayor: Don't worry about Cynthia. I have plans for that bitch. You just worry about yourself, and lay low for a while.

Jimmy: Ok, dad. Just make sure she doesn't go through with this Divorce. Make it look like an accident.

Phil stopped the tape there. I looked at Cynthia and Janet, then to Bart.

"It's enough to prove conspiracy." Bart said, and Phil nodded in agreement. Bart then looked at me. "Want to do the honors, son?"

I grinned, and checked my Colt. "I would be honored, sir." I grinned. Then I looked at Cyn. "Sweetheart, stay here with Phil. Bart and I have some rabid dogs to put down."

Cynthia came into my arms and kissed me deeply, throwing her entire heart and soul into that kiss. "Be careful, baby." She whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart." I said, smiling at her reassuringly. "Don't worry. Bart and I got this."

We got into Bart's car outside Phil's office, and he hit the lights and siren as we flashed on over to the Mayor's Estate, where Jimmy was now living. On the way, he called Judge Reinhold (still no relation), and got a warrant for their arrests based on the P.I.'s wiretaps. Gotta love the Patriot Act.

When we got there, Mayor Greene was just finishing dinner with his son, and they didn't even hear us coming after Bart cut the siren. We pulled up in front of the mansion, and went in guns drawn. Bart proved that he still had it when he kicked in the door.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Mayor Greene demanded. Jimmy just had a look of pure terror on his face when he saw my .357 and Bart's .44 Single Action Army pointed at them. I kept Jimmy covered as Bart advanced and leveled charges.

"Frederick Greene, you and your son Jimmy Greene are hereby under arrest for Conspiracy to Commit Murder. You have the right to remain silent. If you choose to waive that right, anything you say can, and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an Attorney, and to have an Attorney present during questioning. Do you understand these rights as I have recited them to you?" Bart holstered his Colt and cuffed Fred behind his back, making sure the cuffs were good and snug, and the keyholes away from his hands. He then sat the Mayor down and covered Jimmy while I read him his rights and cuffed him too.

Once they were both cuffed and stuffed in the backseat of Bart's Charger, we flashed on back to the Station and processed them. Jimmy, in a rare show of brains, kept his dumbass mouth shut.

Once Fred was in the holding cell and Jimmy was in the Interrogation Room, I walked in with Cynthia beside me. I threw the paperwork down in front of him, and then played the tape of him basically confessing to have his wife murdered.

Jimmy listened to all of it, then paled considerably. Every drop of blood turned to ice in his veins as he realized how inextricably deep he was in The Shit.

"Th.. That's not admissible in Court!" He tried.

"That doesn't matter, Jimmy." I shrugged. "What matters around here is the Court of Public Opinion. If we invoke the Patriot Act, having suspicions of you and your father harboring domestic terrorists, and show Homeland this conversation, it could easily be misconstrued as planning an execution as an act of terror." I was laying it on thick now, but I was having a shitload of fun doing it!

"What do you want me to do?" He asked, broken. He knew we had him bent over a barrel, and he knew he was going to get the Big Green Weenie, with no lube and sandpaper condom if he didn't play ball.

"Once your lawyer gets here, you are going to sign this paper, giving Cynthia everything. He is going to witness it, and then it's going to the judge. The Judge is going to give Cynthia everything. You will be going to prison for Spousal Battery, and then you will get out and get on with your life, such as it will be. Do you understand how this is going to go down?" I asked, and he just nodded in reply. It felt damn good to see Golden Boy brought down a few dozen pegs. "Jimmy, if you hadn't gotten it into your head to seduce my wife, none of this would have happened. You fucked with the wrong man's wife, asshole."

"Man, I'm sorry!" He cried, for the first time I'd ever seen. Jimmy Greene was CRYING! I looked at Cynthia, and she looked at me, and our expressions were pure shock. Then we shared a smile and looked back at the sobbing, bawling, apologizing Jimmy Greene.

"Shut up, Jimmy." Cynthia snapped. "You and your shithead father were going to kill me! You're just sorry you got fucking CAUGHT!"

That snapped Jimmy back out of his funk, as he FINALLY realized how fucked he was, and his brain pretty much shut down. He just stared at the wall between where Cyn and I were sitting.

When his lawyer arrived, I played the tape for him, and he closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. When I outlined my plan to send it to the local News stations, and even to the Big Networks, he managed to get Jimmy out of his self-imposed catatonic state and have him sign the Divorce Papers.

We had the same success with Fred Greene, and he signed without a fight once his lawyer arrived. And since we never put it in writing that we would withhold the evidence if they cooperated, we went ahead and sent copies of the tape to the News Stations, the Big Three Networks, and even one to Fox News, and then sent a copy to the State Attorney General's Office.

It was like a small thermonuclear device had gone off in our quiet little town. The News vans were everywhere, and Law Enforcement agencies ranging from State Troopers to the FBI inundated out little town, and the Motel Industry was thriving! For a small farming community, we were raking in the dough for the City Coffers, and it turned out to be a helluvalot of fun for all... except for Jimmy and Fred Greene.

The Feds dug deep, and found some shady Tax practices in Fred's past, and some strange shit in Jimmy's day to day dealings at City Hall. When the dust had finally settled, Bart was cleared of any wrongdoing, even though Jimmy and Fred tried to throw him under the bus about the Affair scandal, but he came out clean. Julee got subpoenaed to testify about the whole mess, and was slightly vilified by the News assholes, until I set the record straight, and painted her as a victim in this too. She was young, and naïve. I was asked in an interview if I would reconcile with her, to which I gave a firm No.

I wouldn't budge on that. Cynthia Got All of It in the Divorce from Jimmy, and Janet Got All of It in her Divorce from Fred.

For their parts in the Conspiracy, and other charges that the Feds found to throw at them, they ended up with some hefty prison time. They would likely die in prison once all the Guilty verdicts came back and the sentences handed down.

Cynthia and I got married, with her folks coming back into town for our wedding. Julee showed up, having been invited, and brought her new boyfriend along. I talked with the guy, and he was actually a good man! Go figure. I was actually happy for her.

Well, Jimmy found love again, as I heard it through the grapevine. His cellmate was a very large, yet very loving man, as it turned out. Jimmy's farts stopped making noise after his sixth month in the pen.

Jimmy's uncle, Judge Roy Greene, got investigated along with his brother and nephew, and the Feds found some irregularities with his cases and the verdicts he rendered. As it turned out, he was taking bribes and other nefarious activities. It also turned out that Alice had been the one to turn him in to the Feds. Gee, I wonder why. Anyway, he ended up in Club Fed after Alice took him to the cleaners in their divorce too.

As for Fred, the former Mayor, he went on to star in many prison musicals, usually singing the soprano parts.

Julee ended up marrying the boyfriend she brought to my and Cyn's wedding, and they live in the city now. Last I heard, she is having a baby. Good for her.

Bart retired, and is now living out his golden years with his wife. They're empty nesters now, and he still shows up at the office occasionally.

Me? I became Sheriff after our new Mayor was elected. Mayor Barton is a divorced lady who, when her ex-husband abused his power, stood up to him, thereby earning our town's trust. Yep, Janet took over her hubby's job, and appointed me Sheriff after Bart retired.

Now here I sit, several years after that fateful day when I got called away from Date Night with Julee, and here I am holding my baby son in my arms while a very pregnant Cynthia is feeding our two year old daughter, and life is good. We've turned the Guest Room into a nursery, and our toddler has her own room. We have four bedrooms, and Cynthia has already put her foot down that this will be the last kid. She's planning to get her tubes tied after this one pops out, or as she puts it. "The Baby Factory is closing down, but the playground will still be open."

I love my wife. Let me just get that out front right now... *grin*





The End