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Taking Life One Day At A Time

By: Sfbullrider



As I sit here in this Nashville bar, I am reminded of the bizarre chain of events that occurred this past year of my life. It is the same bar where I suppose it all started. It is a story worth telling, so here goes.

My name is Mark. I am a 30 year old record producer. At the time I was living in Austin,Texas working for a small time record label. I was married to a beautiful accountant, Kelly, who was 29. We had been married for about seven years. We had recently decided to start a family. Although we had been going at it like rabbits for about three months, she still wasn't pregnant.

No problem yet as I was really enjoying having sex just about every night. I'm pretty sure she was having a good time also, at least she sounded like it every time I made her scream from a mind boggling orgasm. 

Occasionally, I do have to travel some in my job. This was the case that fateful week. I had to go to Nashville to work on a project that I had been assigned. I left Thursday morning, and was due back Saturday afternoon. I hated being away from Kelly, especially since we were trying to have a baby. 

The night before I left I fucked her brains out. I deposited at least three loads in her from three different positions. I tried going for a fourth, but just couldn't rise to the occasion. I was spent, and I'm pretty sure she was too. The next morning she informed me that her pussy was pretty sore. I informed her that my dick was a little raw also. We laughed, and I gave her a big kiss before heading to the airport. 

I think what I like most about Kelly is her long legs. She is almost six foot tall, with legs that go on forever. She wraps them around my back when we are in missionary position. She was a volleyball player in high school, so she is very athletic. She has long blond hair, a very pretty face, and better than average tits. Yes, I am a very lucky man. 

I am about 6 foot 2 inches, pretty muscular, and considered pretty handsome, according to Kelly. I was a football player in high school. In fact, I was a star quarterback on a state championship team. I had a scholarship to play college football, but a kidney injury my first season at college forced me to give up football. 

I focused on my education, having a good time, and later on Kelly. We met my Senior year, her Junior year. We got married right after she graduated. 

During my Senior year I got a part time time working for a recording studio in Austin. I was an assistant to a really good record producer. After I graduated with a business degree, I was hired full time as a record producer. I actually took the place of the lady I was working for. She moved to one of the big companies in Nashville. Her name was Ellie, and she had become quite important in the industry.

Ellie and I had become good friends, and she was continually helping me in my career. I was hoping someday to get in with one of the big companies in Nashville. In the meantime, I did quite well for the smaller label that I worked for in Austin. Austin was full of great talent.

After Kelly graduated she got a job with an Austin accounting firm. We were still renting an apartment, but had saved quite a bit of money for a down payment on a house. As soon as she got pregnant, we planned on buying a nice family home.

Ellie and I stayed in touch, and she occasionally sent business my way from Nashville. So that is why I'm headed to Nashville. Ellie had arranged for me to work with a couple of new and upcoming artist. She wanted me to produce their album on our label. I went to meet with them to see if it would work out. If so, then they would do their recordings in our studio.

She seemed pretty confident that this duo would be hot someday, if we wanted to take a chance on them. Apparently the big record label Ellie worked for decided against them, so she contacted me.

I always trusted Ellie's judgement, so I was determined to make this happen. So, off to Nashville, and the heart of the country music world.

My plan was to meet with them Thursday to plan everything. Friday we would do a demo, select songs for the album, and eventually sign a recording contract. If all went well they would come to Austin the following week to record the entire album at our studio. I would also book them some good venues in Austin. Austin is supposed to be the live music capital of the world.

I arrived in Nashville that Thursday afternoon and immediately went to work. I finished up around 8:00 that evening. I had a glass of wine in the bar, then retired to my room. I called Kelly and we talked for about 30 minutes. I already missed her so much.

After talking to Kelly I fell asleep pretty quick. It had been a long day, and I had another one tomorrow.

The next day I had a nice lunch with Ellie, then back to work with the group. Our plan was to work well into the evening, get everything done, then head back home Saturday.

I called Kelly after lunch and told I would be working late so I wouldn't call again tonight. I would call her Saturday before I left. We talked a little, said our I Love You's, then back to work.

Everything went well with the group. Ellie was right, they were quite talented, they just needed a break. This was a possible break through chance for me too. If I could get this album on the charts, my stock in the business would rise, and maybe I could make the big time.

The demo sounded awesome, we selected the songs, and signed a contract. Most of the songs were their own, but a couple were from other songwriters. All in all, things went very well. We finished up around 9:30.

We would record the album the following Monday in our Austin studio. My life was really going well at this point.

I got back to the hotel a little after 10:00 that evening. I had told Kelly I wouldn't call, so I didn't since she was probably in bed. I was still wound up from the day, so I decided to have a glass of wine in the bar. After I finished that glass I decided on one more, then off to bed. Two glasses of wine should make me sleep good. My plane didn't leave until 1:00 pm the next day.

I was about half through my second glass of wine when this really gorgeous lady sat beside me at the bar. She was dressed in a very professional businesswoman suit. She ordered a glass of wine and smiled at me. I cordially smiled back.

She took a couple of sips of her wine, then started crying. I was the only one sitting around her. What was I supposed to do? She obviously needed to talk to someone.

I said, "Excuse me ma'am, but are you ok?"

"No I'm not." She said.

"Do you want to tell me why you're crying?"

"Actually, I do need someone to talk to. I'm pretty upset right now."

"Well, I'm no psychologist, but you can talk to me if you would like."

"Thank, but I don't want to bother a nice guy like you with my troubles."

"It's no bother ma'am. My name is Mark."

"My name is Patti. It's very sweet of you to offer to listen. I think it might help if I could talk to you for just a little bit."

We picked up our drinks and sat at a table away from the bar. Patti proceeded to tell me that she had just got a call from her husband. Patti said she was in town on business. He called to tell her that he was in love with another woman, and was leaving her.

I'm guessing Patti was about 34 or 35. She and her husband had been married for thirteen years. Her husband informed her he was leaving her for his 24 year old girlfriend.

"Patti, did you know or suspect anything?" I said.

"No, he did a great job of hiding it. In fact, we made love two nights ago right before I came to Nashville. I feel like such a fool for not knowing. I also feel like I must not be worth much for him to cast me aside like this."

I spent the next several minutes convincing her it was not her fault, and that she was a very attractive woman. Actually, she was. I couldn't imagine any man wanting to get rid of her.

We talked for awhile and I think I was able to lift her spirits somewhat. Then she asked me something that really caught me off guard.

"Mark, I need to feel like a woman tonight, plus I want to show that husband of mine that two can play this game. Come with me to my room and I will fuck you until you can't walk. I am also very good at giving blowjobs. I promise you won't regret it, and you don't ever have to call me again. I need you tonight."

Now if I had been single, I think this would have been a scene every man dreams about at least once in his life. However, I was a happily married man, and I let her know that I would never cheat on my wife.

She seemed pretty disappointed, but said she respected the fact that I chose to remain faithful to my wife, unlike her no good husband. She then said she needed to go to the bathroom, but for me not to leave. She wanted to talk until we finished our wine.

When she stood up, I also stood up, which as a gentleman with good manners, I always did for a lady. As I was getting up, she dropped her purse on the floor. Some of her things fell out. So, as a gentleman, I went down to pick everything up for her. She never stooped down to help. I picked everything up and gave her the purse. I sat down and continued to drink.

She came back a few minutes later, and we continued to drink and talk. I was just about through with my glass of wine when things started to get real fuzzy. I started feeling dizzy, and my speech got slurred. I knew I had not had enough to drink to get that drunk, but that is what it felt like. The room started to spin. I knew I had to get to my room fast.

Patti made a comment about me maybe having too much to drink, and that she would help me to my room. We started for my room, but I was fading fast. The last I remember was Patti unlocking my door.

The next thing I remember was when I woke up about 10:00 the next morning. I was still a little fuzzy, and wasn't sure how I got in bed. I was naked, and my clothes were piled up on the floor next to my bed. I guess Patti got me to the room, then I took off my clothes and got in bed. I didn't remember much else.

I took a shower and tried to clear my head. I don't know what happened, but I know I didn't drink that much. I am able to hold my alcohol pretty well. I am also wondering what happened to Patti.

I got dressed and headed to the airport. Once at the airport I found out my plane was delayed until 3:00. I tried to call Kelly but it went straight to voicemail. I left a message telling her my plane was delayed. I tried calling several more times over the next couple of hours, but it went straight to voicemail every time. This was unusual because she always has her phone with her.

The plane was delayed some more, but we finally took off around 3:40. The flight took around two hours so I arrived in Austin around 5:45. I tried calling Kelly again. This time is rang, but no one answered. I left another message that I had just now arrived in Austin.

I caught the shuttle to my car, and finally got home around 7:15. The apartment was dark when I opened the door. I also didn't see Kelly's car anywhere in the parking lot. Something was going on, but I couldn't figure out what. Kelly should have answered her phone, plus she should be home now. I was starting to get worried that something might have happened to her.

I walked around the apartment to see if there were any signs of a struggle. Maybe someone broke in and abducted her. Everything looked as it always did. I did notice a few clothes missing from her closet. What the fuck was going on.

I sat on the couch with my laptop in front of me on the coffee table. I was just about to start calling her parents, and the police. I didn't want to alarm her mom and dad, but I needed to call in case she was there for some reason. They live 30 miles away in San Marcos.

I pulled my phone up only to have a text appear on my screen. It was from Kelly. Thank God I thought. She is ok. Her text said, "Are you home, and do you have your laptop near you."

I sent her a text back. " Kelly, where are you? I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you. Are you ok baby?"

She texted, "Yes, I'm fine. Turn on your laptop and Skype me. Then you will see what is going on."

I powered up my laptop and logged into Skype. Then I connected with Kelly on her Skype. The image that first came up was mostly Kelly's face In front of her computer camera. I couldn't really tell where she was. 

"Hi honey. Welcome back home. Did you have a good time in Nashville?"

"Kelly, what is going on? Where are you? Why weren't you home when I got here?" I said. 

"Answer my question first Mark. Did you have a good time in Nashville?" She said.

"I was there on business Kelly. I accomplished what I went there to do. What the hell is going on here Kelly" I said.

She made this real angry face and said, "I will tell you what the fuck is going on you cheating bastard. You did a lot more than work in Nashville. I know about the woman you picked up in the bar last night. I also know that you took her to your room and fucked her."

"Are you nuts? The last thing in the world I would ever do is cheat on you. I'll admit I did talk to someone in the bar, but she was crying about her husband leaving her, and just wanted to talk. That's all I did, and I only did that because she seemed very upset." I said. 

"You're such a liar Mark. I have a video of you fucking her in your hotel room. One of your co- workers sent it to me. He said he saw you flirting with her and got worried you might cheat on me. He said the thought of that made him so angry, and that I needed to know if you did. So he went back to the room and set up a secret camera. He didn't give his name because he wanted to stay anonymous, but he was staying in the room with you."

"That is bullshit Kelly. I did not have a co- worker with me on this project. I was in my hotel room alone, and I swear to you I never had anyone else in my room."

"More fucking lies Mark. I have the video, and it shows a good looking blond riding your dick for all she is worth. I am emailing you the video. Watch the video and tell me that is not you asshole."

I got the video and pulled it up. The video was shot in my room, and sure enough it looked like the girl I was talking to last night was riding my dick like she said. We were both naked, and sure enough it looked like I did what she said. The trouble is, I know I didn't. Something was not right here.

I went back to Kelly on Skype. "Kelly, I know that looks bad, but I didn't do it. Something is not right here. I did not fuck that woman." 

"Boy Mark, you are such a piece of work. I have the evidence, yet you still deny it. Well honey, two can play this game. I mean fair is fair, isn't it?"

She moved away from the camera and I could see she had on this really flimsy negligee. She looked really hot, and sexy. All of a sudden this young good looking muscular guy came into view and put his arms around Kelly. it looked like they were in a motel room.

I yelled out, "Kelly? What the fuck?"

"I told you honey that two can play this game. Time for a little revenge, and I'm sure going to enjoy it with this stud."

They started making out in front of me. His hands were all over her. 

I yelled out, "Hey asshole, get your hands off my wife."

They both laughed, then Kelly went down to her knees and grabbed his cock. "Check it out Mark. This guy is really hung. Much bigger than that little toothpick of yours. I'm finally going to get satisfied."

She took his cock in her mouth and started giving him a blow job.

"Kelly! Please don't do this. You're making a big mistake. I did not cheat on you. Come home and we can get to the bottom of this. Please just come home so we can talk." 

Kelly just laughed and kept on sucking. I started to cry. It was more than I could bear. I had no idea where that video came from, but I knew that I was innocent. 

After few minutes Kelly stopped. She picked up her laptop so the camera had a good view of the bed. "Now I'm going to ride his cock just like she rode yours." She said.

"KELLY! I yelled. "Please, no, don't do this. I did not do anything. That video is not real. We have to talk."

"Sorry Mark, seeing is believing. I can plainly see in that video that you are fucking that bimbo, and now you get to watch me fuck this young stud I found in the bar, just like you."

She straddled his cock. It was a pretty big cock at that. It took her a minute to slide down on it, but she eventually took it all. Then she began going up and down on him. While doing so, she looked right into the camera and said, "Damn Mark, he feels good. He is a lot better than you. Looks like I'm finally getting laid proper. He is a much better lover than you."

She started making all kinds of sounds of pleasure. She was moaning, screaming, yelling out how good it was, all while looking right at me."

I broke down and cried like a baby. I was really hurting. I couldn't look. It didn't take long before the young guy shoot his wad in her. he wasn't wearing a condom either. I was hurt and humiliated beyond words. 

Kelly got off of him and came over to the camera. "I gotta tell you Mark, that was a lot better fuck you you have ever given me. In fact, we are going to stay in this motel room and fuck all night long. Don't worry though, I'm going to send you a video."

Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I said, "Kelly, you have hurt and humiliated me more than I thought was humanly possible. If that was your plan, then you succeeded. I am innocent of what you are accusing me of. I will find out the truth though, and when I do, well I just hope you will be able to live with yourself."

She suddenly looked a little remorseful, but then laughed and said, "I know what I saw Mark, and now you know what it feels like."

I turned off Skype, and shut down my computer. I cried my self to sleep.

The next morning I awoke hoping it was all a bad dream but knew it wasn't. Somehow I had to get to the bottom of all this. The key was the video. It looked real, but I had no recollection of having sex with anyone in my room. I did remember talking to Patti, who apparently was the woman in the video, but I do not remember her being in my room. 

Then it all came back to me. Shortly after she went to the bathroom I started feeling different. I thought I had somehow gotten very drunk on two glasses of wine, but now I began to wonder. She dropped her purse, I picked it up for her. She didn't bend down to help. Could she have put something in my drink? That had to be it. I was drugged. Then I barely remember her helping me to my room. 

Something else suddenly dawned on me. Was someone with her? I had a feeling that there was someone else. The next thing I remember after getting to my door was waking up the next morning. If I was drugged, then they could have easily staged that video to make it look real. I knew someone who might be able to help me.

I called my good friend Jerry Burns. Jerry was a video expert and freelance photographer. He ran his own business out of his home. He did professional videos, plus photography. I gave him a call, and luckily he was home.

I explained everything, and told him the whole story. He told me to come over that afternoon. I brought the copy of the video Kelly had sent me. He ran the video through at normal speed and said that it did look pretty damaging, but he did catch a couple of flaws. He wanted to examine it in slow motion on a blown up scale. He had the sophisticated equipment to be able to tell if it was a fake. He said it would take awhile, but he would call me tomorrow. 

I spent a restless Sunday afternoon not knowing where Kelly was, or what she was doing. I also cried because I knew my marriage to Kelly was over. Even if I proved my innocence, I could never take her back. The vision of what she did to that young guy was haunting, and one I could never forget. 


Taking Life One Day At A Time



It was about 6:00 when I received a text from Kelly. "Just wanted to let you know that John really wore me out last night. We fucked all night. I'm going to do it again, but I have to wait a few days because my pussy is so sore. That big cock really stretched me out. I'm going to find a different one this time, but rest assured he will have a big cock. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about having a big cock, would you."

She was really kicking me while I was down. I just texted back and said, "I was set up Kelly. The video is a fake. I don't know who did this, but I will find out, and you are going to be very sorry. You do what you think you have to do, but remember, so will I."

She texted, "Just more lies from Mark. It's what cheaters do."

I did not respond back. I knew she didn't believe me, so I will get proof.

I went to work Monday morning because I still had an album to produce. At least that went well. This group was awesome, and the recordings sounded great. I was getting real good at what I do.

We had taken a little break that afternoon when a man walked up and asked if I was Mark Lambert. I acknowledged that I was.

"You have been served sir." He walked out.

I opened the envelope to find divorce papers from Kelly. She was charging me with adultery. I decided that bitch was going down.

A little bit later I got a call from Jerry telling me to stop by that evening. He had some interesting things to show me in the video. I also figured I needed a lawyer so I called another friend, Bernie, who happened to be one of the sharpest family lawyers in Austin. He also specialized in defending men in divorce cases. I told him the whole story. He told me he definitely wanted this case. He also wanted to go with me to Jerry's to examine the video.

We all met that evening at Jerry's studio.

Jerry started by saying, "Mark, this is you in the video, but it was staged. It looks as though you were drugged. At normal speed it looks like you were responsive, but you weren't, you were out cold. I also can show you who did this to you."

Jerry put the video up on this big screen, and started it in slow motion. The video showed me on the bed with Patti going up and down on me.

"Look at your head Jerry. You're eyes are closed, and the only time your head moves is when her body comes down. It also moves the same way ever time. Your hands are on her hips, but they don't ever change position either. Your eyes never open. It seems like maybe every once in awhile you would like to look at the beautiful creature you are apparently fucking. He got to point and stopped it, then blew it up. I looked at Bernie, we both laughed, bingo.

Patti had bounced just high enough to reveal my dick. It was soft as a baby's butt. I didn't even have a hard on. The reason was because I was drugged, and for all practical purposes, not even there.

Jerry said, "Mark, this kind of thing is usually done by guys wanting to fuck your wife. Since the guy who set you up didn't try to fuck your wife, we need to find out why he did this to you. Kelly went out and just fucked a stranger, so his revenge did not include banging your wife."

"I guess I need to find out who did this first." I said.

"I can show you," Jerry said.

He advanced the film a little farther. The camera was probably on a tripod since it looked pretty steady, but someone was behind the camera. I know because when Jerry blew up that still shot, we could see his face in a mirror on the closet close to the bed. He must had nudged the camera a little so that we got that shot. Jerry had printed it out for us.

I knew the guy. His name was George Zachary. We went to high school together. He was also on the football team. I beat him out for quarterback. In fact, we competed for the top spot in almost every sport, and I always beat him.

He was hired last year by the recording studio I work for and was eventually assigned to me. I can't say that I really hated George, but he hated me. I started getting lots of complaints about George, so I began to document all his screw ups. I finally had to fire him. That was about a month ago. He told me I would regret it. He also told me that he was a better quarterback than me, and he should have gotten the college scholarship. His jealously was pretty obvious.

I never took George seriously, but I guess he has now succeeded in ruining my marriage. He wanted revenge, and I guess this was his way of getting it.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together here. George hired this girl, probably a prostitute, to drug me and get me to my room. Then George comes along and takes the damaging video. He sends it to Kelly, claiming to be a concerned co worker.

Kelly bought it hook, line, and sinker. She let her anger at seeing that video get in the way of her better judgement. All she had to do was sit down and talk to me, let me tell my side, and we would have discovered this.

I told Bernie to arrange a meeting as soon as possible with Kelly and her lawyer. We were going to blow this whole thing up in their faces. Bernie suggested I go back to Nashville and try to find Patti. I'm sure we could get her to come to the meeting and tell what happened for a price. I wasn't sure when I could get to Nashville, but I thought it worth a try.

The next day went well as we finished up the album. I had a feeling this group was going places. I say it went well, until the end of the day. After we wrapped up the album, I was called into my bosses office, Mr. Perkins.

"Mark, the owner, Mr. Jenkins, received a video of you with a young lady while you were working in Nashville. It came from a former employee of ours who said he didn't like seeing our company represented in such a vulgar way. He said you were married, but this was not your wife."

"I can explain it all Mr. Perkins."

He cut me off. "Was that you in that video?"

"Yes, but I can explain......." He cut me off again.

"Mark, I'm sorry but Mr. Jenkins has asked me to inform you that you are fired, effective immediately. You need to clean out your desk now. Mr. Jenkins is a very religious man, and does not like a commandment broken by his employees."

"But I was drugged and set up by George."

"Mark, his mind is made up. You are fired."

"Mr. Perkins, I have proof of what I say. I will present this truth. This company may be guilty of wrongful termination. I'm just telling you what is going to happen. I will leave quietly though."

I called the airlines and booked the next flight for Nashville. At 9:30 pm I was sitting in the lobby of the same hotel. I had to find Patti. I had to convince her to come to Austin.

Bernie called while I was sitting the in the lobby. He arranged a meeting with Kelly and her lawyer for Thursday afternoon. He told them we wanted to discuss the terms of the divorce and how much money Kelly wanted out of it. They agreed to a meeting at her lawyer's office.

I called Jerry, and he assured me he would be at the meeting with all his evidence. Bernie also arranged with her lawyer to have a mediator present to listen to both sides. They were sure they would get everything.

At about 11:30 I was just about to give up. I knew it was a long shot, but I was hoping Patti had a lot of business at this hotel. I figured I should get a room, get some rest, then head back to Austin.

I stood up to go over to the front desk when Patti walked in with an older gentleman in a very nice suit. Patti did not dress slutty, so I figured she was an expensive escort, who also fucked for money.

They went to the elevator, and up to his room. I wasn't sure how long I would have to wait, but I was determined to wait her out. Maybe all night. I moved around so I wouldn't look like I was camping out in the lobby.

Patti came out of the elevator at 12:45. The guy didn't last long. I approached her and asked to talk to her.

"Hi Patti, do you remember me? We met last week."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."

"You sat by me in the bar, told me your husband had left you, drugged me, then set up a fake video of us having sex. I believe George hired you."

She laughed, "The record producer. Yes, I remember. George said it was a big joke. The video was going to be used at a birthday party a bunch of your friends were giving. It was only a guy's party. Everyone would get a big laugh out of it."

"No Patti, that's not true. George sent the video to my wife, and said I cheated on her. He also sent it to my boss. My wife left me, fucked a strange guy, and I got fired. Can we sit and talk Patti."

Patti quit smiling. She got this horrible look on her face. She nodded for me to follow her to the bar. We ordered a drink, but I made sure to keep my eye on it. I told her the whole story.

"I feel awful about this Mark. You seem like a really nice guy. What do you want from me?" She said.

"My lawyer and I have a meeting Thursday afternoon with my wife and her lawyer. I have a video expert ready to expose that video as a fake. I would like you there as an eye witness to tell the whole story. I will pay for your flight, and put you up in a hotel if you want. I will also pay you a $1000 for your time."

"That is what George paid me to set you up. I tell you what Mark. You fly me to Austin Thursday morning, then back to Nashville that evening. I guess I sort of got you into this mess, so I'm going to help get you out. Keep the $1000. I think I'm going to get some satisfaction out of seeing your wife's reaction. I can't believe she didn't at least sit down and talk to you. She never gave you a chance to explain?"

"No. She had already tried and convicted me by the time I got home. My sentence started that night when she made me watch her fuck some strange guy on Skype. It was the worst night of my life."

I decide to get a room at the hotel, and fly back Wednesday. I booked a noon flight for me, and flights for Patti. After everything was settled, Patti asked if I wanted some company for the night, no charge. I thanked her, but said no. I was still married, and would honor my marriage vows.

Wednesday afternoon I met with Bernie and Jerry. I told them about Patti, and we planned our strategy. We would let Patti go first, then Jerry would expose the video, then Bernie would hit Kelly with a counter divorce petition. Bernie was also preparing a lawsuit against my former record company. We were also going to hit George with an Alienation of Affection suit, since he caused my divorce. It won't go far in Texas, but he will have to spend money for a lawyer. Bernie had already found out where he was living.

That evening I was working on my laptop when Kelly Skyped me. She was in a hotel room in her flimsy negligee. Standing behind her was a young well built African American. His cock was huge. I have never seen one so big.

"Hey Mark. Look what I found. My pussy has recovered from my last fucking, so I'm ready to try this big guy out. Look how big and fat his cock is. A lot bigger than your little prick. So, sit back and watch me fuck this guy just like I had to watch you fuck that blond bimbo in Nashville. Pay back is a bitch, isn't it Mark."

"Kelly, please don't do this. I'm telling you I didn't do what you think I did. I was set up. That video was a fake. Get out of there Kelly and maybe there is still hope for us. Maybe we can work through all of this. Please Kelly."

Once again I cried. It was killing me.

She laughed and went to work on his big dick. Sucking for awhile, then taking him in the missionary position. She used a lot of oil, and even then it took a minute to finally be able to take all of his dick. She kept yelling how good it felt, and how it was so much better than me, but I could see the real look on her face. I could tell it hurt, and was not as great as she expected.

She told me once again that she planned to fuck him all night long. I gotta think that if she does, she may not be able to walk tomorrow. I turned off Skype and opened up a bottle of scotch I had just bought. I drank enough to put me to sleep.

Bernie, Jerry, and I met for lunch, then headed to our meeting. Patti texted me that she was in a cab headed to the meeting. Everything was coming together. I was glad to finally be able to clear myself, but was sad my life with Kelly was over. I might have been able to try for reconciliation if it had not been for last night.

We met Patti outside the office building, then all headed up to the ninth floor where the law office was located. Kelly, her lawyer, and the mediator were already in the room. The mediator was a very nice looking woman.

One of the Paralegals ushered us into the room. Kelly took one look at Patti and yelled, "What is that whore doing here? Have you been fucking her all this time Mark?"

Her lawyer had her sit and calm down. None of us said a word.

Since we had called the meeting, the mediator asked us to go first.

Bernie stood up and explained what we were going to do, which was mainly prove the video did not represent what it appeared to represent. The mediator had seen the video, and like everyone else assumed it was what is was.

Patti went first and told her story. Kelly kept calling her a liar until the mediator finally told her to shut up. Patti was pretty convincing.

The mediator asked, "Ms. Jones you said you were paid to set up Mr. Lambert. Were you paid to come here and tell this story?"

"No. He did offer, but I refused. I am telling this story because it is the truth, and what happened. Mark has been wronged, especially by his wife. His wife should have at least talked to him, instead of humiliating him like she did."

Kelly suddenly went a little pale. I think for the first time she began to doubt everything.

Patti continued, "As I stated earlier, I tried to get Mark to willingly take me to bed under the disguise that my husband was cheating on me. He refused telling me that he was happily married to a wonderful woman back in Austin. I could tell by the way he talked that he loved her very much. I almost didn't want to go through with the rest of the plan because he seemed so sincere. I did though, and now regret it."

Kelly was pretty quiet now. She definitely was having a lot of doubts. She seemed to believe Patti, and was now realizing what she had done.

Jerry went next. He plugged his laptop into the big screen TV, and brought up the video. He ran it through at normal speed, normal view. Then using his software, blew it up, and slowed it down frame by frame. Jerry was a Pro and everyone in the room realized this guy knew his stuff. He pointed out how I never moved or showed any emotion or pleasure. My eyes never opened.

He froze it at the point where my dick was soft, even though it had appeared Patti was fucking me. Again evidence that I had been drugged as Patti had stated.

He also froze it when George appeared in the mirror, clearly showing he was behind the camera. Patti identified him as the man who paid her to set me up. So piss on the fire and call in the dogs, the hunt was over.

Kelly was now crying and profusely apologizing to me. She was pleading for us to go talk in private. I said, "Oh, so now your ready to talk to me about it. Your too little too late Kelly. Unlike you, I have definite proof of your infidelity. Remember you sent me the videos of the two guys you picked up and fucked."

I nodded to Bernie. He walked over handed Kelly our divorce petition.

"Mrs. Lambert, you are herby served a counter divorce petition, and we are charging you with adultery, and mental cruelty. We will give you and your lawyer time to look it over, then will request a hearing before a judge."

Kelly almost fainted. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Her lawyer just sat there, not really saying anything. The mediator stood up and said that her services were no longer needed. She agreed to be a witness at our hearing, as did Patti.

The next day we had Mr. Jenkins and his record company served. We were suing them for wrongful termination, and violation of my 14th Amendment due process rights. I was asking for $5 million.

The next three days Kelly kept calling, but I wouldn't answer. Finally, four days after the meeting, I answered. She talked me into meeting with her to talk.

Kelly had been living with one of her friends, and I had stayed in the apartment. She came over that night.

"I have something to tell you Mark, so please listen. I truly thought that video was real. I was so angry at you, and all I could think of was revenge. I know now what an idiot I was. I should have talked to you, and heard your side of the story. I am deeply sorry for what I did to you. I am also very ashamed of my actions."

She started to cry. I knew she was sincere.

"Kelly, you know what hurt the most? It was all the things you said. Things about me being inadequate, having such a small cock, and my inability to please you like those two guys did. It hurt a lot Kelly. That was viscous and evil on your part. That is something I don't think I can ever forget."

"Oh God Mark, I did not mean any of those things. You are a wonderful lover. You are a lot better than those two guys. Your dick is perfect. To be honest, I did not enjoy sex with either one of them. It hurt, those big cocks hurt my pussy. I was faking everything to get back at you. I truly believed you had cheated on me. Also, I did not fuck them all night long like I said. I left after the one time you saw me."

"It still hurt Kelly. I appreciate your telling me that though. However, it doesn't erase what you did to me. You refused to give me a chance to talk to you. You humiliate me with those two young guys. You degrade me verbally. You cheat on our marriage. It's probably going to take me awhile to forgive you, but I promise one thing, I will never forget what you did."

"I understand that Mark, but you have to know that I love you so much. I don't want a divorce. I was hoping maybe you could find a way to take me back. We can go to counseling. Maybe when you do forgive me, we can make love again. I want to have your children. Please Mark. I will get on my knees and beg if you want me to. "

"No Kelly. It's not that easy. The divorce will go through, but I will change it to irreconcilable differences, and we will split everything 50/50. At this point, I can't help but see you fucking those two guys every time I look at you. I'm not ruling out anything somewhere down the line, but right now, we're done."

"I understand Mark, and don't blame you. I wouldn't take me back either after how I treated you. I will tell you this. As long as there is a possibility, I will not let myself get involved with another man. So please, if it gets to the point where you for sure don't want to at least go on a date, then tell me. I will assume that if I don't hear from you a year after our divorce is final, that you are not interested."

"Fair enough. I still love you Kelly, and will miss you. I will just have to see what happens."

"One more thing Kelly. You did not use a condom. Have you been tested for STD's? Also, what if you get pregnant, because if you do, and it's not mine, that fucking it."

"I did get tested Mark, and I'm clean. I started my period two days ago. It was stupid of me. I was so angry at you, and so intent on revenge, I didn't think of that."

"You lucked out Kelly. It would have definitely been a permanent deal breaker."

She left my apartment, and we got our divorce. We split everything equally. We each came away with about $30,000.

About six weeks later I was still trying to figure out what to do with my life. I needed a job, but none of the other studios needed anyone. Bernie called and said Jenkins insurance company was offering $300,000. Word had spread about my situation and it was bad publicity for them. They needed it to go away. I told him to take it. A bird in the hand was worth more than two in the bush.




Taking Life One Day At A Time



Bernie got $100,000, I got $200,000. They never did apologize, but their reputation was tarnished. Word spread throughout the industry.

The day I went to pick up my check, I got a call from Ellie. She was in Austin and needed to talk to me. We agreed to meet for dinner. Ellie is about 20 years older than me, but is quite attractive. She is divorced, having caught her husband fucking his secretary a couple of years ago.

I wondered what was on her mind, but was looking forward to seeing her again. We met at a nice downtown Austin restaurant near her hotel. After we ordered drinks and a meal, she made a proposal to me. 

"Mark, I'm moving to Austin to start my own record label. I've saved some money, and I have some investors. I want you to to come work for me. You will be the main record producer. What do you think?"

"I'm honored Ellie, but I have another suggestion. I have some money also. Let me be a partner. Together, we will put this new company on the map, plus we will blow away any current Austin labels."

"You wouldn't have anyone in particular in mind would you?"

We both laughed. She thought for a moment then said, "Why not. Let's do it partner. I already have people working on it. Consider yourself part of the team now. I'm moving here next week, and we will get to work."

We ate our meal, drank a bottle of wine, then went to the bar in her hotel. We had another bottle of wine, and danced for awhile. We wound up fucking the night away in her hotel room. She may be 50 years old, but son of a bitch that lady knew how to please a man. 

The next morning we agreed that it was a hell of a way to seal the deal, but should never happen again. It might be bad for our business. 

Over the next couple of months we got our business started. Ellie brought in a lot of talent from her end, and I brought a lot from my end. The group I had worked with when I got fired eventually joined our label. As I predicted they hit it big. They broke their contract with Jenkins claiming I was the one they signed with. Jenkins eventually went belly up. 

I had now been divorced about six months. I was really missing Kelly. I knew also that I had forgiven her, but I didn't call. 

Ellie sensed something and mentioned it at lunch one day.

"You miss her terribly don't you Mark?"

"Who." I said. 

"You know who you little peckerhead."

"Kelly? Yes Ellie. I do miss her. I miss her a lot."

"Are you still in love with her Mark?"

"Yes Ellie, I still love her. I don't know what to do."

She whacked me on top of the head. "Call her you moron. See what happens."

That night I called Kelly. "Hi Kelly, it's me Mark. How are you doing?"

"Mark!! Uh, I'm doing ok I guess. Hey, I heard about you and Ellie starting your own record label. It sounds like you are doing pretty good?"

"Yea, it's going well."

"Kelly, I miss you so much. I also want you to know that I have forgiven you."

I could hear her crying in the phone. "Mark I miss you too. You have no idea how much it means to me that you forgive me. Every night I wait hoping you will call. I haven't dated or been with anyone since we split up. I keep hoping you will call. How about you Mark, are you seeing anyone?"

"No Kelly. No one."

"Kelly, I love you."

She didn't say anything for a minute. I could hear her crying, and trying to regain her voice. Then she gave a soft little, "I love you too Mark."

I asked her out for dinner, and she quickly accepted. We started dating. We made love on our third date. We have now been dating for three months. I am thinking of asking her to move in with me. I don't know what the outcome of all this will be, but right now we are just taking it one day at a time. In the meantime, everything else is going great. Ellie tells me I am much happier now with Kelly in my life. 

So, that is where I am now. Kelly gets more beautiful everyday. I figure we need to decide something soon. I think I would like kids, but I don't want bastard children. We are going to Las Vegas next week. That is a pretty easy place to get married. Oh well, I guess it is still one day at a time. 

Your probably wondering about old George. Well, I did go visit him at his apartment in Austin. He was a little freaked out by my lawsuit, but was more freaked out when I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall. I basically told him that if he ever fucked with me again I would hang his balls from the University ofTexas Tower for all the world to see. I guess he believed me. He moved out of Texas to who knows where three days later.

Yep. One day at a time. That is how I live my life now. Well, maybe until I have kids. We will see.