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John and Cheryl Ch. 01

By: deadeye_76



 I have written this in three parts. Parts 2 and 3 are almost done. I hope to post one chapter every day or two this weekend.

This story was requested and inspired by someone who wanted me to take my original attempt at a blackmail story with a weird twist in a different direction. I admit that it was my first attempt at a sudden twist, but I learn from every story I write, especially from those of you who offer constructive criticisms and emails. Thank you to those who try to help an amateur writer.

Thanks, Beth. It's not exactly how we discussed, but it made me think about something different.





Main Cast

John, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's husband.

Cheryl, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, John's wife.

Meryl, 34 years old, 5'4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's identical twin.

Ed, 40 years old, 5'11", 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' boss.

Ted, 7 years old and Natalie,9 years old, John and Cheryl's kids.



Chapter 1 - John

I got home from work on Thursday and was looking forward to dinner. My wife was setting the table and dinner was almost ready when I walked in. We always tried to have a nice family meal at least twice a week. The kids were now 9 and 7 years old and that meant that they always had more important things to do with their friends or in their sports activities than with their parents. There were sleepovers, going to the pool, sports practices, etc. I knew that this was one of those nights that we were going to all sit down together so I made sure to finish work and get home on time. When I entered I immediately knew that something was wrong.

"Hey, hon." I walked up to give her my dutiful husband kiss. She usually at least turned from what she was doing so that I could give her a quick peck on the lips and get one of her beautiful smiles. It was not sexual in any way, but at least it was on the lips. Tonight, I got the cheek. Shit! Now what's wrong? "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." 

She didn't even look at me, just pretended to concentrate on setting the table like it was the most important thing in the world. Having been married for 11 years, I knew something was wrong. All the signals were there and I could have made ice cubes with the vibes I was getting from her.

I walked into the den and put my work laptop down. I went into our bedroom and changed clothes, getting comfortable. I checked on the kids and they were both doing their homework. They were such good kids. Cheryl staying home until they got out of grade school was turning out to be a good decision for raising them.

I was checking on Ted when I heard my wife's voice calling us for dinner. I went downstairs with the kids right behind me and we all traipsed into the kitchen. The small kitchen table had a large bowl of linguine on it, with some small slices of garlic bread; a real carbohydrate lover's dream. 

We all sat down and the kids were chatty, as usual. Cheryl never looked up at me and we both talked to the kids but never to each other. As soon as the kids asked to be excused and had left I brought it up again.

"Cheryl, I know something's wrong. You haven't spoken to me since I got a 'fine' when coming home. What's going on?"

She took a deep breath and then sighed. "I don't know. I can't pinpoint it. I just got mad today and for some reason I find myself taking it out on you." She stood up and came over to me. She gave me a quick hug as I sat there. "Sorry."

I relaxed. So she had a bad day. Who hasn't? Sometimes we just wake up wrong and nothing seems right, sometimes the hormones drive us crazy, and sometimes it's just life weighing us down.

She turned to leave the kitchen. "Your turn for clean-up."

I sighed and went about the business of putting the dishes away. There were no leftovers, so it really was pretty easy. I finished in about 15 minutes and headed into the den. Cheryl was there with the remote, flipping channels. I sat down and picked up the book I had been reading. I knew she wasn't going to select anything I wanted to watch, so I figured I would just sit there and read. I had been there for about 5 minutes when she suddenly threw the remote down onto the coffee table. 

"There's nothing on. I'm going upstairs to read." I watched her little tirade, which was very out of character for her. Then she fixed me with an icy glare. "Good night." She turned and left.

I sat there, trying to figure out what was going on. It seemed to be more than just having a bad day. She seemed to have a burr under her saddle. I decided that I would wait a while before I went upstairs. It was only 7pm! I knew she wasn't going to bed to sleep, but the way she said good night to me was like a warning not to come upstairs. I decided to give her some room. It's not like we haven't all had days where we wanted to be by ourselves. Or maybe she was questioning being a stay at home mom. We had discussed this a lot, both when we were deciding to have children right away and then again once they were born. Once we had a boy and a girl, we decided to stop. She was going to stay home until they got out of grade school to make sure that they were well adjusted and decent people. I relaxed and went back to my book, figuring that she would talk to me once she calmed down.

The kids were ready for bed by 9pm. They came down and gave me a hug and kiss good night and I took that as an indication that I should go up and see if there was something I could do. I walked up to the bedroom and the lights were off. She had decided to go to sleep already. That was a little odd, but I didn't do anything about it. She could just be tired. I went into the bathroom, undressed, brushed and flossed my teeth, and crawled into bed. She was quiet as a mouse. It took me a long time to go to sleep because it was so early, so I wracked my brain to see if there's something I should have been aware of or caught about all this. I came up with nothing. It had to be her problem.

The next morning I woke to the sound of the shower. It was early, but since we both went to sleep early, I had gotten plenty of sleep. I got up and hoped that Cheryl would at least talk to me now. I walked into the bathroom to empty my bladder and then I started laying out my clothes. Cheryl finished while I was doing that and when she came out into the bedroom she was wrapped in a towel. She walked directly up to me and gave me a quick kiss. 

"Sorry, honey."

I relaxed. "I just couldn't figure out what could have gotten you so wound up. It's not like you."

"It was nothing and I'm fine now." She turned and rummaged in her unmentionables drawer for a pair of panties and then the one below for a bra. I stood there and watched.

She realized I was watching and turned to me. "Are you just going to stand there and watch?" She sounded just a little irritated. 

I grinned. "I was planning on it."

"Well, don't. I don't like to be ogled." She turned and put her panties on without dropping her towel. 

Maybe something was still going on, but I shrugged my shoulders and went in to take my shower. She knew I was a voyeur and loved to watch her. I was pretty confused about this now.

The day went pretty well. Work was smooth, I got a lot accomplished, and I was looking forward to the weekend with my wife and kids when Cheryl called. 

"John, Meryl wants to do some shopping tonight at the mall. We don't have anything going on, so I told her I'd go. You'll have to fend for dinner with the kids, okay?" She sounded like the old Cheryl again and this was not an unusual development for her and her identical twin.

"No problem. Tell Meryl hello for me."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." 

Friday night went well and the kids were more than happy with some hamburgers cooked on the grill. I let them invite a couple of friends over and we ate out on the deck. It was a pretty nice evening.

The friends left at about 9pm and headed home. I told mine to get ready for bed and then I went to watch some TV and/or read. I planned on waiting up for Cheryl. I usually did when she was out with Meryl because they were never out that late. However, by 11:30 I was way too tired since we had had an early morning. I thought about calling her, but wasn't too worried. She and Meryl drank very lightly when they went out to do shopping and dinner, and I knew that they would call if they had too much and felt they couldn't drive home. That had happened before and they were both responsible adults, not teenagers. I headed up to our bedroom, got ready, and crawled into bed. I fell asleep pretty fast and the next thing I knew it was 3am and I needed to piss. I sat up and looked at the other side of the bed. It was empty. What?!

I immediately left the bedroom and went downstairs. I looked in the garage and Cheryl's car was there. Where was she? I looked in the den and there was no sign of her. I looked in the kitchen and saw that her purse was on the table. She definitely came home. I started searching the bedrooms and found her in the guest bedroom. She was still dressed and just laying across the bed on her back, a couple of pillows under her head. She looked comfortable except for her clothes, so I didn't want to disturb her. I covered her with a blanket, left her there, and went back to bed. What the hell? She had never done that before. She and Meryl must have definitely had too much to drink. I took a leak and went back to bed.

When I woke the next morning, it was 7:30 and I could hear the kids, who were up and probably in the den watching TV. I went to the guest bedroom and Cheryl was still there. I went over and gave her a small nudge. "Honey?" I could smell that stale odor of alcohol.

Her eyes opened a little and then she groaned and turned over away from me. "Ugh! What do you want?" She was hungover and not happy.

"Do you want to get up, get undressed, and get into our bed? I'm going downstairs and you can sleep off this hangover you seem to have." I guess she and Meryl had tied one on last night.

"Okay." I helped her to her feet and into our bedroom. She started to undress and turned to me. "I'm fine now. Go on downstairs. I just need some more sleep."

I grinned. "I guess you really tied one on last night with Meryl."

"Yeah." She didn't take my little jab very well. Nobody ever did with a hangover.

I chuckled at her discomfort. We had all been there. "Okay, I'll check on you later." I left and went downstairs. 

The rest of the day went pretty well. Cheryl had a hangover for most of the day and appeared to be miserable. I didn't poke too much fun at her. We've all done that.

At one point Meryl called and I asked if she was hung over. 

She groaned. "All my curtains are closed and I haven't eaten anything yet. The TV hurts my eyes and I can hear every noise from the people in the next townhouse. Does that answer your question?"

I laughed. "Yeah, Cheryl is pretty much the same." I passed the phone and the two of them commiserated with each other.

Sunday was a little better, but Cheryl didn't want to really talk about anything. She was distant all day. I just chalked it up to too much alcohol.

The next week went pretty well. I had my regular basketball night, the kids had their sports to do, and everything seemed settled. Cheryl was almost back to her old self, but there was an underlying current of something I couldn't put my finger on. On Friday, she called me again. She said that the ladies that she spent time with at the pool during the summer with all the kids were going out for a girls' night out and she wanted to join them. We had been doing this all the time, so again I didn't mind.

However, things were definitely different this time. Before I went to bed this time, I called her and it went to voice mail. I sent her a text, too, asking when she would be home and if she was okay to drive. I didn't want her to drive as drunk as she appeared to be last week. I never got an answer. I went to bed and this time couldn't sleep. I had a few jealous thoughts going through my head because of the distance Cheryl was keeping between us in addition to this second Friday night out, but I tried to control it because we had such a good marriage and were so honest with each other. I was still awake when she arrived home at 2:45. I waited to see if she would come into the bedroom, but she didn't. I heard her go directly into the guest bedroom, but this time I heard her moving around and finally heard the guest shower start. She was taking a shower at 2:45? My jealous suspicions started running rampant now. I got up and put on my robe. I went to the guest bedroom and saw that she had just tossed her clothes onto the bed. I wanted to pick up her clothes and check them for signs of something – anything that might tell me where she had been. I chastised myself for this. I didn't want to be someone who had no trust in their spouse. We were both loving, trusting individuals. I had no idea what to do, but I couldn't bring myself to accuse her of anything based on a night out. We both still had nights where we went out with our friends and drank too much. I also didn't want to have to feel like I had to check on Cheryl's whereabouts or every move. That wasn't a marriage. But the fact was that I had been through this with my parents. My mother had caught my father sleeping with one of their friends and it cost them their marriage at a time when I was very young. I never forgot her pain. I barely resisted checking Cheryl's clothes, but I did sit on the bed and wait for her.

I sat on the bed and waited and Cheryl finally came back from the shower. She was dressed in just the towel wrapped around her and she was startled when she saw me.

"Oh! John! What are doing up? Did I wake you?"

She was slurring her words, so I knew that she had been drinking.

"I heard you get in the shower and I couldn't sleep tonight. Come to bed, honey. You don't have to sleep in here."

She hesitated just long enough for me to wonder what was going on with her. "Okay, sure."

She picked up her clothes and we walked into our bedroom. She put her clothes in the hamper and crawled into bed. I snuggled up against her. She tensed up, like she didn't want to snuggle, and I could feel it. I backed off and wondered what the fuck was going on with Cheryl.

The next morning after sleeping pretty soundly, I woke to Cheryl trying to get up without waking me. "I'm awake."

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"Not a problem." I decided to push a little. "So, did you have a good time last night?"

"It was okay."

I smiled, trying to relax her. "For just being okay, you were out pretty late."

"I just couldn't get away from those ladies. They can really drink."

"Yeah? Where did you guys go?"

"Just a couple of bars downtown."

"When I heard the shower, I thought maybe something was wrong."

"No, I was just around too many smokers last night. There was a patio and smoking area outside one of the bars and a couple of the ladies smoke so we spent a lot of time out there. My hair smelled like smoke and I couldn't take it."

That made sense. She hated cigarette smoke so I let it go. "Okay. Well, I'm going to take a shower and get ready for another day. Natalie has a soccer game at 11."

"Okay." When she answered, she seemed to be far away.

This weekend was better than the previous one and everything seemed to be getting back to normal. So much so, that I felt guilty about doubting this woman who I loved, who loved me, who had bore two children for me, and was staying home to take care of them. The only problem was that she claimed she was too tired for sex and that meant it had been three weeks, which was very unusual for us. We were a twice a week kind of couple when we were busy and on vacation it would be more than that. But I was not too worried. Things like this happen.

Another week came and went and this time we went out to dinner on Friday and drank a little. The kids were with the neighbors for the night so we could have a night out. When we got home I was randy as hell and looking for sex. We had another drink and then I asked if she wanted to dance. She always gets in the mood when we put on some ballads and dance in the den. She said yes and I put on the love ballads. We started dancing close and I held her. It had been a while since I even held her like this and she is so wonderfully contoured. She had just enough curves to be womanly in my mind and I loved her little body. I held her close to me and could feel myself getting hard just thinking about having sex after four weeks without. I pulled her back a little and bent over to kiss her. She avoided my kiss and I looked at her questioningly.

"What?"

She smiled and dropped to her knees. "I just want to get this big boy out to play."

I grinned. "Oh, he's ready."

Cheryl yanked down my zipper and opened by pants. She pulled them open and rubbed her face against my underwear encased dick. It felt wonderful. She then suddenly yanked my pants and underwear to my ankles and started licking and sucking on my dick. Fuck! She was sucking me like she hadn't done in a long time!

I reached down for her. "Cheryl, honey, if you keep that up we won't make it to the bed."

She pulled back and smiled. "Mmmm. That's okay. I think I need some cum for dessert."

I had never heard her say that before so I stared down as she looked up at me and slowly pushed her mouth down my dick. She had never taken me all the way before, but it appeared she was about to now. She kept forcing herself down onto my dick until there was barely any showing. I groaned. Cheryl then slowly pulled back, dragging her tongue along the underside and swishing it back and forth, making me squirm and think about coating her tonsils. She pulled it all the way out with a pop and then continued to look up at me as she went under and licked my balls. She licked all around them, slowly jacking me with her right hand. She grinned and took me back into her mouth. Fuck! This was hot! She pulled back and grinned. 

"Give me that cum, baby!"

This was another thing I had never heard her say in her life and I wasn't about to argue right now. She plunged her mouth down over my dick and started bobbing, her tongue dancing along the underside of the head. Fuck! It wasn't going to be long. 

"I'm gonna cum!" I announced it to her as I got close and she didn't slow down or stop. She just kept sucking and licking. Finally, after a few more times up and down I erupted, spurting and spurting my long overdue cum into my wife. I had been waiting for four weeks to fuck her and I had quite a lot built up. To her credit, she kept swallowing and swallowing and never spilled a drop.

When I was done, Cheryl pulled back off with a pop. "How was that?"

I moved over and sat down. "Wonderful! You haven't done that for a long time."

"I know."

"You ready for your turn now?" I grinned.

"I'm pretty tired. Let's just go to bed. I'm fine." She got up and left the room.

I was sitting there with my pants and underwear at my ankles wondering what the hell was going on. She had never passed up a chance to have an orgasm. She used to love it when I ate her pussy through at least two before we had sex. She was confusing me again. At least this time I got to cum. It had been so long that I was forgetting what it felt like.

I put myself back together enough to walk back to the bedroom. I got there and Cheryl was in the bathroom with the doors closed. She only did that when she was on her period, so I figured maybe that was what was going on. Although, if she was, why wouldn't she tell me?

Cheryl came out as I was undressing. She was wearing her normal pajamas. She was usually colder than everyone else, so she always slept in pajamas. I walked over and kissed her. She accepted it, but was a little disconcerted, like she didn't want to be kissed. 


John and Cheryl Ch. 01



"That was great, honey. You haven't done that in a while."

She smiled a little. "I know. I am starting my period, so I figured one of us may as well be satisfied."

I grinned. "Thanks." I gave her another quick peck and she seemed fine. I was feeling better about the whole thing and most of my fears had been allayed. I think it was just wishful thinking on my part and there was still some niggling thought in the back of my head that wouldn't go away. 

The weekend went pretty well. She left me with a neighbor during the Sunday football game we wanted to watch and went to see Meryl. Again, this was normal, but now I was getting suspicious. I thought maybe I was going nuts because this was Cheryl. She had always been my rock. I had to ask again.

When she got home that night, I asked her how Meryl was and she answered with just a 'fine'. She almost never did that. So I confronted her.

"Cheryl, we've not had sex for over four weeks and you've been all out of sorts. Tell me the truth. Is there anything wrong? Anything I should know? Do you need to go see a doctor? Are you not feeling well?"

She stared at me and I could see the doubt in her eyes as she hesitated. She came over to me and hugged me. "Honey, I've just been a little out of sorts. I apologize for that. It's nothing. You know I love you and our kids. I'll get over it. If it was serious I would go to a doctor."

"Okay." I kissed her and there was no feeling of her holding back this time, so I felt better, but there were still some doubts in my mind.

On Wednesday of this fifth week, I almost had an accident on the way home. I was preoccupied with the situation with Cheryl and almost got run off the road by a rude black SUV. It almost looked like one of those government owned ones that were used to transport senior government officials. But we didn't have any of those here, so it was just some asshole who it seemed had tried to purposely run me off the road. I almost went after him because it appeared so deliberate, but I continued home, my adrenalin pumping and my heart racing.

I just managed to start getting calm again when I got home. I entered my house to find it very quiet. Cheryl's car was in the garage, but it was quiet and there was no sign of her or the kids. My cell rang and I pulled it out. It was Cheryl. 

"Honey, the kids are over at the neighbor's house. I'm upstairs, naked, with the whipped cream. Can you come help me make a pussy sundae?"

I didn't even answer her. I closed my cell and raced to our bedroom. Cheryl was laying there nude, as she said. She was applying the whipped cream to her nipples and had some on her pussy. She giggled as I ripped all my clothes off. 

"Hungry?" She teased me by opening and closing her legs, the whipped cream melting and running down over her pussy.

"Ravenous."

"Mmmm, good."

I leaned over between her legs and licked up the whipped cream. I also managed to lick thru her slit and pick up some pussy juices, and realized she was already wet. "Yum!" 

I cleaned off her pussy and then crawled up to her tits where the whipped cream had also made a bit of a runny mess. I cleaned them up, too. Then I went back to her pussy. She lay back and relaxed as I made a meal of her tasty twat. I licked and sucked on the lips, plunged my tongue into the bright pink center, and then sucked and hummed on her clit, making her scream my name. I loved it when she screamed my name.

As she came back down I sat up and started to wipe off my face with the back of my hand. Cheryl reached up and stopped me. "No, no. Let me take care of that." Then she leaned in and kissed me. She kissed me hard and then proceeded to lick around my mouth to get the mixture of her juices and the whipped cream. She had never done that and my eyes must have widened a little when she pulled back. She grinned. "I love the way I taste on your face."

I grinned back. "Me, too."

She then lay back and ordered me to fuck her. I obliged. I had never refused to do that to her and never thought I would.

After I had filled her up, cumming long and hard, she lay back and groaned. "Oh, god, I really needed that."

"Me, too. All you had to do was ask."

She looked at me suddenly when I said that and I could see something like regret or sorrow cross her face. I was a little confused, but she kissed me again and we cuddled for awhile. Finally, we put ourselves back together and retrieved the kids. I felt much better than I had in a long time. My Cheryl was back.

Chapter 2

Over the next two weeks, things continued to be strange. Cheryl went through strange mood swings, and couple of times she seemed to forget about things. There were also times when she seemed to be staring off into the distance or concentrating on the kids so much that she seemed completely oblivious to what was going on around her. I suppose that I should have recognized that something more was going on, but when you're working and rushing around to soccer games, baseball games, and other children activities, it's easy to get caught up in that and miss some very obvious signs. Plus she was never gone during the evening and that lulled me into a false sense of security.

Finally, I got the shock of my young married life. It was almost three months after that terrible first day, on a Saturday and I was going over a friend's house to watch a college football game with the guys I played basketball with. Cheryl was fine with it. The problem was when I came home. The game was at 1pm and I got home about 5:30. The kids were in front of the TV and Cheryl was in the shower. I saw where she had thrown her clothes. They were a mess. I didn't have to look closely to see that the blouse was torn, the bra had a cut strap and the skirt was covered in something. I lifted it and checked it out. The smell and look of semen was unmistakable. Had she been raped? Had something happened to her? I rushed into the bathroom and through the shower glass I could see that she was sitting on the shower seat in the back corner.

"Cheryl, are you okay?"

She stood up. "Everything's fine. I'm just getting cleaned up."

"Cheryl, your clothes are a mess. Were you attacked? Is everything okay?"

I started to open the shower door, but she held it closed. "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong."

I stared at her form through the glass. How could that be? "Nothing happened? Your clothes are a disaster!"

"Oh." She peaked around the corner and looked at me. "Sorry."

I stared at her, trying to comprehend this. "Sorry? Your clothes make it look like you've either been raped or in a gang bang and all you can say is sorry? How about an explanation?"

She stared at me with what looked a little like fear and then turned to finish her shower. What the fuck was going on?

I went back into the bedroom and looked at her clothes. They were disgusting and I was almost in a panic. I backed out and went back downstairs. I asked the kids what they had done today and they said they had gone over to see Aunt Meryl and she took them to the movies. Mom had stayed there. Later, they said Mom had picked them up and said they were in a hurry and evidently had scared Natalie with her hurried driving in an attempt to get home. With everything that had happened in the last few weeks, it all added up to having an affair. I went back upstairs and Cheryl was just getting out of the shower. She could see my anger and I could see the fear in her eyes. She looked out into the bedroom.

"Yes, your clothes are a mess." I stated coldly and flatly.

She suddenly stood up straight and appeared to gather her strength. "Yeah, I'll just toss them." She walked out of the bathroom and picked up the complete pile and walked over and dropped them into the trash can.

I followed her. "So tell me, Cheryl, how many men does it take to cover your skirt with that much spunk?"

She flinched at how direct and loud I was. She tried to appear unfazed, but I could see that it was false bravado. Her hands were a little shaky and she didn't answer.

"Not going to answer my question? Why? What's the matter? You can leave your kids with your sister while you are slutting around and having a gang bang, but you can't tell your husband how many guys you fucked and sucked?" No answer. She acted like there was something very important in her underwear drawer. I walked up behind her and ripped her towel off. It spun her a little and I could plainly see bruises on her tits and thighs. I almost gasped, but she tried not to react. She turned and slowly reached for the towel and I could see her hand trembling. I didn't know if it was from the fear of this confrontation or from being cold and wet and naked. I handed it back to her.

"You are bruised and your clothes are a mess. Are you telling me that this was not rape?"

She stared down into the underwear drawer. "No, it was not rape."

Fuck! She was fucking around on me. The ungrateful bitch. "Whore!" I spat out my final word and left the room.

I went downstairs and grabbed two beers and went out onto the deck. I was trying to think about what was going to happen. I loved the woman, but obviously she no longer felt the same way. There was no way she would do that if she felt anything for me. She acted like she could ignore the fact that I found cum-soaked clothes on her bed. This was something I could have never imagined with her.

I was just finishing the second beer when Cheryl came downstairs. I could hear her, but I didn't get up or look around. I sat there, waiting for something to happen when I heard her car start. Fuck her! Let her go. She was out fucking around and I was almost in a mood to add to her bruises so I had to stay away until the physical desire to hurt her passed. I finished the second beer and went inside. There was nobody there. She must have taken the kids, too. 

I fixed myself something to eat and there was no sign of her by 8pm so I called her cell. She didn't answer. I called Meryl next.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Meryl, you fucking cunt!" I wasn't in the mood to mince words and I knew she despised the 'c' word.

"What!? John?! How dare you...."

"Fuck you, Meryl. I know you took care of the kids while Cheryl went out fucking around. She had a gang bang and you helped. You are a fucking cunt, so don't try to deny it." There was silence for a long time.

Finally, I heard a whisper. "I'm sorry, John. You don't understand...".

"Sorry? You're fucking sorry? You help my wife commit adultery and you've known for how long? It's probably been going on for over 2 months. I know she's your sister, but you've supported her doing something that you supposedly hate. That makes you a fucking cunt! Now is my cheating, fucking slut there with my kids?"

"No." I could tell that Meryl was shocked and dismayed by my words. So fucking what? I was the one in pain here.

"Well, if you hear from her, call me. She has my children and they shouldn't be with hanging out with whores."

"John, Cheryl is not...." I slammed the phone down.

I waited and waited to hear from her or the kids on Saturday, but I got nothing. I called Cheryl's phone many times, angry as hell, but she was screening her calls and wouldn't answer. I also called her parents. It was a little tough to still act the loving husband, but I managed to make it sound like I was just wondering where they were after being out shopping all day.

By 10pm I was getting worried. Finally, at about 10:30, the phone rang and I picked it up. It was Cheryl's cell number. I didn't say hello, just waited to hear who was on the other end. Finally, my daughter Natalie spoke.

"Daddy, are you there?"

"Hey, honey. Yes, I'm here. Where are you guys?"

"We are in a really nice hotel. Mommy said we could stay here for a while. I think it's cool. When are you coming daddy?"

"Let me speak to your mother and we'll discuss it."

"Mommy?" I could hear some shuffling in the background as Natalie took the phone to Cheryl.

"Yes?" Cheryl's voice was soft and restrained. I was going to try to stay that way, too, with my kids being on the other end.

"Where are you?"

"In a hotel."

"Which one?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Why did you take the kids? You know they will have to come back to go to school. They need to be in their home." I barely managed to talk civilly to Cheryl.

"They are my kids, too. I'll take them if I want."

She was showing anger? "You fucking slut. You don't deserve them and you know it. You should just let me have them, we can get a divorce, and then you will be free to fuck all those assholes that seem so important to you now."

She didn't answer. The phone was deathly quiet. Finally, she spoke and this time I could hear the pain in her voice as she whispered to me. "I'm so sorry. I love you." She hung up.

Fuck! I still loved her, too. That was the problem. I hated the idea of this woman who I had adored and felt like was the perfect mate doing what she had done. I was hurt, humiliated, and felt like a shit myself. But I reminded myself that there was never a reason to do what she had done, and I got angry again. Unfortunately, it didn't help.

I didn't sleep well and when I woke up, the doorbell was ringing. I looked at the clock. It was about 8am on Sunday and I hadn't slept much, but was finally asleep when this happened. Fuck! That alone was enough to piss me off. I went downstairs and answered the door. Meryl.

"What the fuck do you want, traitor?"

Meryl looked almost as bad as I felt. "Can we talk? Amicably?"

I stared at her. She was, after all, Cheryl's twin. She would always take her sister's side. "Yeah, come in." I begrudgingly pushed the door open and walked toward the kitchen. "You want some coffee?"

Meryl said yes and followed me into the kitchen. She sat at the table and put her head in her hands. I started the coffee and when I looked up, she looked up and I could see tears streaming down her face. What the fuck?

"I'm so sorry, John. I found out a few weeks ago, but Cheryl swore me to silence. I wanted to tell you so bad. I can't tell you anything more than I am very sorry."

"Well, ain't that just grand. You're sorry. That won't give me back a faithful wife, will it? It won't make things easier on the kids when they find out what's been going on, and they will find out. What in the world is going on, Meryl?"

"I can't tell you."

I stared at her for a couple of seconds. "Then get out of my house."

Her head jerked up at that and she stared at me for a second. Then that sad face reappeared and she started crying again. "Okay. I'm sorry." She walked out and I just stood there, staring at her back as she left my house. Fuck! Now what?

The rest of the day I barely managed to make myself work around the house. I was too upset and dismayed by the situation and my missing children. I had called Cheryl's number several times and even tried to figure out which hotel she might have gone to, but it was hopeless without more clues. When I got home from picking something up at Lowe's, Cheryl was sitting in her car out front and the kids were sitting on the steps waiting for me. 

Natalie jumped up. "Dad!"

I was out of my car and hugging the kids quickly. I looked over at Cheryl and she just nodded at me and drove away. I'm glad she left. I didn't want to call her a fucking slut and whore in front of our children.

"C'mon, let's go inside."

It was a nice evening and I eventually got Natalie to talk. She told me that Cheryl had confided in Natalie that she had done something bad and that she and I had to be apart for awhile to work it out. I wondered if that was a good thing to do. Natalie is only 9 years old. Besides, there wasn't much to work out in my mind. She fucked around and I was going to jettison the bitch.

I put them to bed and I called one of my basketball teammates who was a lawyer. I told him I knew of Cheryl's betrayal and I wanted to start a divorce. He questioned me about it and tried to make me think twice about doing it so quickly. I described the skirt with about 4 loads of cum on it and he shut up. He agreed to start the paperwork.

I was at work the next day, when at about 3pm, I got a call on my cell. I didn't recognize the number. I answered and it was the police.

"Mr. Jacobson?"

"Yes?"

"This is Detective Sergeant Nicholas Savanti. We have your wife in custody and I'd like you to come down to the station immediately."

"What for? We're getting divorced." I told him exactly what I thought.

"She told us you two had fought and were separated just this weekend, but she needs someone down here and she needs to get a lawyer. We can assign a public defender if you want us to, but she requested you come down to the station."

"A lawyer? What is she being held for?" Now I was confused.

"Murder."

"What?!?!" What happened?" I was shocked and completely befuddled.

"Your wife was at the house of a Mr. Fred Williamson with 5 men. She shot and killed all five. She's being held for the murders of all five. She had also been beaten, so we're not sure what all was going on there. Please come down."

"I'll be right there." Fuck! She murdered 5 guys? And it was at Fred Williamson's? He was the COO of my company. What the fuck was going on?

 To be continued...



John and Cheryl Ch. 02



 Part 2 of 3. Part 1 is from John's point of view and this is from Cheryl's.

Main Cast

John, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's husband.

Cheryl, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, John's wife.

Meryl, 34 years old, 5'4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's identical twin.

Ed, 40 years old, 5'11", 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis' boss.

Bob, 45 years old, Ed's boss.

Fred, 55 years old, COO of John's company.

Tony, 30 years old, 6'3", 220 pounds.

Ted, 7 years old and Natalie,9 years old, John and Cheryl's kids.



Chapter 3 - Cheryl

It was a Thursday and I decided to stop by and see John at work. I didn't do it very often, but sometimes I liked to surprise him. He was in some meeting and I ran into Ed, John's boss. He told me he had something to tell me about John and invited me into his office. I thought it might be because John had been working so hard that they had decided to promote him. John had said that there was a possibility of him getting one to move up into a recently vacated position.

Once in his office Ed gave me a bottle of water and started talking -- about nothing. He kept beating around the bush and it was very strange. I started feeling a little light-headed and then he told me that he had a video that he wanted me to see, but he had been afraid to show me. I was puzzled, but asked him why. He said it was because John and Monica, a fellow worker, were having an affair. I was shocked and confused. John? Mister straight arrow? Ed asked me to come over to his desk and he played the video on his computer. When I stood up, I felt a little woozy, but I thought it was just because all my blood had settled while sitting. I looked at the video. It showed John knocking on the door of a hotel room. Monica answered and John went inside. Then it cut to showing a man fucking Monica. You could see part of her face, but not his. It certainly looked a lot like John, but something was making it hard for me to figure everything out. Then it showed Monica riding the guy. She had great tits. They were large and not saggy. She was the voluptuous type and I was the lithe, athletic type. Sometimes I was a little envious of big tits, but John loved me the way I was and I had no intention of having any surgery. Wait! Why was I thinking of that? I felt dizzy and suddenly had trouble seeing the screen. I sat down. Ed was talking to me and I was getting angry as he described scenes of John and Monica on several trips. I was talking loud and telling him I was pissed off and going to give John a piece of my mind when I got home, but what I said exactly, I have no idea. Suddenly, there was a dick in my face. I looked up and I think it was Ed, but things were very blurry.

"Why not get even and give him something to really think about?"

"Ummm." I felt groggy and unfocused. I wanted to say no, but....

The next thing I can remember, John was shaking me. It woke me up and he helped me stand up. He walked me around a little and the fog started to clear. Then I tasted it. The unmistakable taste of a man's spunk. Ugh! I had sucked off Ed? Did I imagine that or did it really happen? 

Ed helped me out of his office and I meandered back to my car, having not seen John. I was still a little unfocused, so I sat in my car and thought about it. I thought I was going to be sick. I drove home not thinking about anything except driving because I was having trouble concentrating. I had just arrived and was fixing myself an orange juice, thinking I was a little dehydrated, when I got a video. It was from Ed. It showed me sucking a cock, and it was definitely not John's. Shit! Had I really sucked Ed off in his office 100 feet from where John was? I suddenly realized I was about to be sick and rushed into the bathroom. I had no aversion to sucking dick and swallowing, but this was worse than that. I was already squeamish from something and thinking about what I had done with Ed pushed me over the top. I threw up several times until I had nothing left. Now what do I do? I was angry at John, but was this the way to show that anger? Suck off his boss who he has to work for and see every day? And then what? Throw it in his face? No, that was not the way to handle this. I was going to have to go back to Ed and talk about this fiasco. I was also going to have to think of a way to confront John. The asshole was fucking Monica. That bastard thought he could do that and still come home to the little wifey, eh? Well fuck that! Wait a minute. Why couldn't I remember any of what just happened with Ed? Oh, shit! The son of a bitch must have drugged me! That was probably why I was feeling physically ill, too. 

I thought about all of this over the next couple of hours before picking up the kids. I decided I was going to have to go back and discuss this with Ed before I confronted John with his infidelity. I called Jenny and told her I wanted to see Ed at 10am. I gave her no reason or idea why, just demanded a meeting. She relented rather quickly. I turned my thoughts back to John. How could he do this? I thought we had what everyone wanted; a good relationship, mentally and physically, and excellent communications. Then he fucks it up by fucking that tramp Monica. Well, fuck that! He was definitely going to get the fucking cold shoulder until I figured out how to nail the bastard. I was going to get him that was for sure.

When John got home he acted very nonchalant. "Hey, hon." He walked up to give me his dutiful husband kiss. I didn't turn to him. I took it on the cheek. Let him stew for awhile. "Everything okay?"

What an ass! "Yeah, everything's fine." 

I just concentrated on dinner while he checked on the kids and went about his life like everything was fine and he wasn't fucking Monica. Asshole!

As soon as the kids asked to be excused from dinner John tried to talk to me again. I figured I had to give him something until I figured this all out.

I responded the only way I knew how. Men are clueless when it comes to women so as long as you answer their question vaguely, you can get by. "I don't know. I can't pinpoint it. I just got mad today and for some reason I find myself taking it out on you." I gave him a condescending hug. "Sorry."

I left him with the dishes and sat in front of the TV. There was nothing on so after John came in and sat down I threw the remote down onto the coffee table, muttered some nasty words, and went to bed.

I woke early the next morning, having gone to bed so early, and showered. I came out, gave him a quick kiss, and tried to keep John in the dark, but then, once I was in front of my dresser wearing just a towel and ready to pick out my panties and bra, I realized he was watching me. I wasn't about to give him a free show. "Are you just going to stand there and watch?" 

John grinned. "I was planning on it."

"Well, don't. I don't like to be ogled." I didn't drop the towel and start getting dressed until he went into the bathroom. I probably went too far. He liked to watch me and I usually liked it when he did. He always complemented me on being in such good shape after two kids and I liked hearing it, but I didn't want to get into anything right now.

As soon as I dropped the kids off I headed back in to John's office to see Ed. I was going to fuck that asshole up! Maybe even call the police. I just wasn't sure how to handle the video.

When I arrived, Jenny, Ed's secretary, said he had three people in his office and offered me some coffee. I was starting to feel tired after getting up so early, so I accepted. I waited for about 20 minutes when all three came out of the office. It was Ed, an older guy carrying a small black bag like doctors in a small town carry and wearing a wrinkled suit, and a large Mediterranean looking individual wearing a pair of Dockers and a polo shirt with Italia embroidered on it. He couldn't stop grinning. I stared at them as they looked me over like lions studying dinner.

I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't work. I slowly swiveled my head to look at Jenny, but she was grinning, too. Fuck! They had given me something again and Jenny was in on it. I was not as confused mentally, but my legs refused to lift me up. I could move all of my limbs a little, but not enough to do anything. They saw my problem and all smiled. 

Ed finally spoke to Italia. "Tony, bring her in."

My eyes had to be as big as saucers. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel myself breaking out into a sweat and still all I could do was watch as Tony came over and picked me up like he was carrying a small child up to bed. It was creepy being picked up like that and having your limbs and head barely respond enough to keep from lolling around. He took me into Ed's office and put me on the couch, laying down. He turned to Ed. "Man, Ed, you sure can pick 'em. This one's hot!" He reached down and ran his hands over my tits. Fuck! All I could do was stare daggers at the bastard.

Then Ed looked at the old man. "Okay, Doc, get to work." My eyes moved back and forth between all of them. Ed was smiling, Tony was leering, Jenny was grinning and licking her lips, and the doctor came toward me with a small smile and look of concentration. 

"Okay, Cheryl, let me tell you how this works. You will recover your ability to move around in a few minutes. During that time, I'm going to give you a sedative. Do you understand?" I nodded the best that I could. "Good. Then we'll drug you up with the good stuff and have a little fun, whadda ya say?" He grinned and it was as evil as I had ever seen. I started freaking out inside. I was just starting to get some movement back in my arms and legs and wanted to fight them, but he stuck the needle in my arm and the sedative was in there. I started struggling to stand up before it hit me, but they all laughed and Jenny came over and sat down next to me and held me still.

"Just be still, sweetie. You are going to love this action."

"Fuck you!" I could speak again and I let that out and she slapped me.

"Shut up, you snobby bitch. Soon you'll be eating spunk out of my pussy."

I was trying to process that as the sedative took me under. I was not completely unconscious and could feel my body being moved around. I was vaguely aware of my position and noises around me. I could also feel a little of my body. Suddenly, I could feel that I was being fucked. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't do much and couldn't ascertain what was going on around me. I finally went completely unconscious.

When I started regaining consciousness I was on my back and my eyes were starting to focus. I was looking up and all I could see was a nasty, wet, cum-filled pussy. It was soaking. I started moving around and then Jenny turned and looked down at me. "No, no, honey. You have to clean all that yummy cummy out of my cunt." Yech! I had never had any desire to be with a woman, much less suck some other guy's cum out of a used pussy. She had my arms trapped against my body and was kneeling on the outside of them, holding them against me. I still didn't have much strength and she knew it as she slowly lowered that mess onto my face. I tried to turn my face to the side, but she just kept rubbing it all over me. I then felt my legs being picked up and pushed back. Jenny grabbed them and held them back as I felt a cock entering me. Oh, shit, it was a big one, and they were not being nice about it as they rammed into me, pushing me back and forth. The first big slam caused me to groan out loud and that meant that I opened my mouth for a second. I was greeted with the taste of pussy and cum. It was not awful, but I was not bisexual and it made me angry and disgusted. I was getting more movement back, but the big dick just kept pounding me. Finally, Jenny stood up, handing the job of holding my legs back to whoever was fucking me.

"She's fucking worthless as a cunt licker." She glared down at me and I looked down to where my legs were being held up. Tony was kneeling, holding my legs, my ass a few inches off the ground as he pounded me. 

"Hello there. How do you like Tony's big cock?" Great, he was forcing me to have sex and was also one of those guys who spoke about himself in the third person.

"Fuck you!"

"You are! You are a dirty fucking slutty tramp and I'm going to fuck you and add my cum to Ed's. Then Jenny here is going to clean your dirty fucking cunt out. Right, Jenny?"

"Yes, Tony." She seemed very demure when talking to Tony.

I tried to start squirming and pushing him off of me, but then he did something that shocked me still for a second. He slapped my tits... hard! He slapped the right one back and forth and I reacted to cover them. He grinned. "Just take it, bitch. We own you now."

I started squirming again and then he pulled out. "On second thought, I'm going to cum all over your face." I tried to crawl away, but Jenny and Ed grabbed me and held me down while Tony stood over me and finished off his orgasm. His dick was pretty big and he had a good load of cum. He blasted me several times and I kept turning my head, but he still covered my face with his cum. I was panting and squirming and they held me down until he finished. Ed took some pictures and I was appalled at what I must look like. 

I sat up and started to stand up to get the hell out of there. Tony grabbed me from behind and held me in a bear hug. "Hold on, sweet cheeks. Don't struggle and don't scream. We have something for you." I continued to struggle, but Tony had to be about 6'3" and 220 pounds. He was strong as an ox.

Ed went over to his desk and pulled out an envelope. He held it up. "Cheryl, what we have here are some things that you need to consider." He pulled out a picture of Natalie and held it up. She was in the bathroom taking a bath, her little nine-year-old body naked and visible. "You see, Cheryl, Tony here is an expert at breaking and entering, inserting remote cameras, and, just so you know, he really loves young girls. Now I know that you want to run out of here and tell someone what just happened, but if you do, " and he pulled out a picture of my husband and Ted with crosshairs on them, "then your little hubby and son Ted will have a terrible accident and Tony will get to have real fun with beautiful, little Natalie."

I sat there, trying to get my arms around what he just said. I looked over my shoulder at Tony and he smirked. "Yes, I do love the young ones."

I gulped and he put my feet on the floor. I stood there, trying to cover my naked body and they all laughed. Tears were brimming in my eyes thinking about my family and the innocent little Natalie. Ed spoke. "Honey, we've seen you naked for 45 minutes and we have all fucked your pretty little pussy. Relax. From now on we won't use the drugs -- well, not too much." He chuckled at that. "We'll just use the video we took of you being fucked, sucking cock, and eating Jenny's pussy and then there's the threat against your family. You will do whatever we say, whenever we say, got it?" He glared at me when he finished. "Oh, and one more thing; that video of Monica getting fucked? That was just her and her husband having fun and Tony captured it for us. Your faithful little hubby has not so much as touched that bitch. I'm sure he would not react very well to any of these videos."

I looked around the room. Everyone was watching closely and then Tony reached over to his jacket and pulled out a gun. He as just showing it to me, but I stared at it. What the fuck was I going to do? For now, I had to at least play along. I'd have to come up with something later, but I couldn't really think too deeply right now with the drugs running through me. "Okay." I hung my head and let the tears flow. Fuck, John was still the faithful, innocent man I had married and loved. I had believed for a few moments that he could cheat on me and then Ed had taken advantage of me.

"Good. Now, my bathroom is available for you to clean up your face and then you are to get dressed and get that pretty, but slutty body out of here. It's almost time to pick up the kids!" They all had a good laugh at that.

I got cleaned up, dressed, and left. They had all gone to lunch when I came out, so there was nobody there. I walked in a daze to my car. I had to think of something to do. I had to come up with some way to tell John, or the police, or both. This was the worst sort of blackmail. Would John believe me? How could he not when all of this came out. Maybe I should run to the hospital and have my blood tested for the drugs that they used on me. I sat in my car and thought about everything. Then my body started shaking and I began to cry. I felt nauseous again and my thoughts were all over the place. What the fuck was happening to me? It had to be the drugs. I was a mess. My hands shook, my stomach seized up, and I jumped out of the car to throw up. I felt better after that, but I was going to have to decide on a course of action. John always said I was good at logic puzzles and thinking through problems, so I had to do that. 

I managed to pick up the kids and stay calm, but then I called Meryl. Maybe she could help. I called John and lied to him about Meryl and I going out shopping. Instead, we went to her place where I paced and yelled and cried and told her all about the problem. She kept feeding me margaritas until I was numb, but came up with nothing better about how to save my family from these cretins, save my marriage, and get away from these assholes. The more we discussed it the more it seemed impossible to do all three. Finally, she took me home and I crashed. It was late.

John woke me up the next morning and I was miserable and angry. I was angry at being awakened with a hangover, but I was angrier at life in general. How the fuck could this happen to me? I didn't deserve anything like this. I had never done anything to deserve being the target of these assholes. I had to think of something to do.

Unfortunately, I slept walked through the rest of the week, burying myself in the little things that small kids and a family kept you busy with, I just couldn't come up with a plan of attack that didn't result in my family being hurt physically as well as believing that I was Ed's fucking whore. Shit!

Friday was there before I knew it and everything was fine until about 2pm. I was on my way to pick up the kids when Ed called. 

"Hey, gorgeous, it's your owner calling."

Fucking asshole. "What do you want, Ed?!"

"7pm, my house. I'll text the address. Be ready to have some fun, baby."

"Fuck you, Ed."

"Listen, bitch. You need to get past your anger and realize that we've got you by your cunt hairs. I wasn't kidding when I told you about Tony. He'll do it. Now be here at 7pm and be dressed sexy. That means no underwear. Any questions, you fucking cunt?" 

I pulled my car over to the side on one of the side streets leading to the school. My hands were trembling. I knew that this was it. If I did this, would I ever be able to get out of it? I didn't think so. If I played along and was bad at sex would they tire of it? I couldn't think straight again. "Okay." I whispered it, regretting it, but not knowing how to get out of this mess. I had to think of something to do. Unfortunately, Ed just laughed and hung up and I thought of nothing. I hung my head and cried again. I was hurting and I knew I was damaging the best thing I had in my life, my family. John would be devastated, but he could get over it in time, and move on. The kids were another matter. Even if they were spared from harm, they would forever think of me as a slut, a whore, a fucking tramp; their own mother. No matter how it was described, the video and pictures would make it look like I was doing it of my own volition.

Friday I managed to make an excuse to John without sounding too much like a liar. I wondered what he thought. We had been so close and it was killing me to feel this way. I had lost control of my life, my family was in jeopardy, and I hated what I was doing and becoming. I got dressed up in a nice, slinky, black dress. I went to Mary's house and borrowed it from her. I couldn't stand the thought of soiling anything that John had given me or that I had worn for him. Meryl had this dress that she didn't want and it was perfect. It was a little too low cut and a little too short for me to normally consider. It was perfect to wear to Ed's place for these fuckers. I knew what was going to happen and left off the underwear as ordered and added only some 3" pumps. I looked in the mirror and a cheap tramp was staring back at me. As I looked down I saw my wedding rings flash. I took them off and put them in my purse. The reminder was too painful.




John and Cheryl Ch. 02



I arrived and the door opened as I approached. Ed stood there, grinning from ear to ear. "Hello, gorgeous. Ready for some fun?" I just stared at him. "C'mon, lighten up. You're going to have fun tonight. You'll get fucked like I bet you never get from your hubby."

"For your edification, my husband is a very good lover -- better than all of you. So fuck off. You may be getting this body, but I will forever loath and despise every one of you."

He grinned. "Who gives a fuck?" He motioned toward the right and held up a condom. "Now get your ass in the den and take care of that guy in there. He's a big client and I promised him a little nookie if he stays with our company. If you don't play along, Tony will take it out on you first, and then I'll have him rough up Ted."

I glared at him and hesitated. I didn't want to do it with another stranger, basically whoring for the company. Then Tony came around the corner and smiled at me. Ed turned toward Tony and then back to me."C'mon, honey. You don't want to give Tony any reason to hurt you. He loves doing that." Tony's evil grin widened and he nodded.

I went into the den. Sitting there was a fairly young man for what I was expecting. He was probably my age, decent looking, and nervous; almost as nervous as I was, which actually relaxed me. I took stock of what was happening and decided to get this over with so I sauntered over giving him my best imitation of a model's hip wiggle. He stared at me hungrily. "Hi, I'm Cherry." I went with a fake name. It just popped into my head. I didn't want him to know my real one.

"Uh, hi, Cherry. I'm Matt." He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

I went to the small bar I saw there. "You need a drink?"

He raised up a glass of ice. "I need my scotch on the rocks refreshed."

I went to him and retrieved the glass. I walked to the bar and as I faced away from him I looked up, said a prayer, crossed myself, asked for the forgiveness of my family, and fixed him a new scotch on the rocks.

When I took it back to him I handed it over and then sat down next to him. "How are you tonight, Matt." As I crossed my legs I could see his eyes checking them out. They were one of my best assets.

"Uh, fine. I knew what Ed meant when he said he was bringing me here, but it's still a little surprising to be here with such a beautiful woman." He looked me over briefing. "You are very beautiful."

"Thank you." I felt better about this. He was not part of the group out to abuse me. However, he was taking advantage of the situation and that still pissed me off. I leaned over towards him. "It's the first time I've done this."

His eyes went wide and the surprise was obvious. "Mine, too. I've never done anything like this."

I stared into his eyes. No matter what happened, my blackmailers were going to make sure I fucked this guy, so I just moved right to it. "Shall we get right to it?" I pulled my dress straps off my shoulders and let them fall down my arms. My tits were almost on display, the dress barely being held up by them. Matt stared. 

"Okay."

I stood and shrugged my shoulders and then my hips and my dress pooled around my feet. I was naked. Matt stared. "You are fucking gorgeous."

"Thank you." At least he was appreciative. He stood and took me into his arms. I knew it was coming, but I had not kissed anyone but my husband since we were married so I turned my head when he tried and he pulled back. 

"Sorry, not allowed?"

I shook my head. "Boundaries, you know?" He nodded. "But there are other parts of me you can kiss." I lifted my tits up and he smiled and stared at them. The nipples were hard. He immediately leaned over and sucked first the left and then the right. It felt good, but I was trying to keep a distance, so I pulled him off them. "Take off your clothes and sit on the couch."

Matt stripped quickly and displayed an average, but nice cock. I waited for him to sit and then unwrapped the condom and put it on him. I crawled up over him get this over with quick. He put his hands around me and grabbed my ass as he went back to sucking on my tits. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I centered it on my pussy and rubbed the head back and forth, hoping to pick up some moisture. As I did that and he slurped on my tits, I managed to get wet enough to feel like I could take him. I started lowering myself down on him and he groaned. I was wet enough now so I dropped down on him and started fucking him. He just held my hips and helped me move up and down. He stared at my body, taking in all the parts as I bounced on him.

"God, you are so fucking good." 

I took the complement, but he probably would have said that no matter what I did. I wasn't doing much but I was a new woman to him and men seem to love what they call 'getting some strange'. In any case, I concentrated on making him cum quickly. He did. After only about three minutes he started bucking and I knew he was going to cum. He pulled me in and buried his face in my neck as he pumped hard up against me. He came inside the condom and I waited for him to be finished. When he was done, I sat on him for a few more seconds, letting him recover. Then I leaned back and he looked up. 

"That was fast, but good." 

I smiled. "Yes, it was. Now, I need to go get cleaned up." I lifted myself up and removed the condom. I grabbed a Kleenex from a box on the side table and wiped myself off, then wrapped it around the condom. I stood up, deposited the trash into the trash bin, and pulled my dress up over my hips and then my tits. Matt still sat there, watching. Men were such voyeurs. Even my John loved to watch me. Shit! Thinking that brought tears to my eyes, but I fought them back and walked out. When I got the hallway, Ed and Tony were there. 

"Good job, baby." Ed chuckled as he said that. "Now Tony will take you out to the garage while I get rid of Matt."

Fuck! Not Tony! That guy was such an ass and I hated him. He took my arm and, holding it tightly, pulled me through the kitchen and out the door to the garage. I entered a scene I had not expected. The garage had no windows that were uncovered. There was a couch, a very odd chair, a pommel horse, that had Jenny tied over it, her bare ass and sex visible from my angle, and there were other implements hung on the wall that I didn't recognize, but were obviously for rough sex play. When we got there I jerked my arm away from him.

Tony chuckled when I stopped short. "Not your normal garage implements, eh?"

I saw Jenny's head raise up as she tried to see us. "Tony? Please, Tony, I need some relief. Please, baby, fuck me."

Tony turned toward me and grinned. "She's very demanding for a slut, isn't she?" I had no idea how to answer that question. Then Ed came up behind us and pushed us the rest of the way into the garage. He closed the garage door.

"Okay, Matt's gone." He patted me on the ass and it gave me the willies. "I think we made a good sale there, Cheryl. You were quite the little whore for us. Do you want to see the video?" I stared at him. I should have known they would film it. "You look very convincing in that video. There's no doubt from viewing it that you really wanted to fuck him and enjoyed it. No backing out now, eh?" I didn't say a word. "Just one more lesson now. You will get behind Jenny and eat her pussy and ass until she cums. Once you've learned that lesson, Tony and I will fuck you and fill you with cum, and then you can go home to hubby and the kids." He grinned again, patted me on the ass, and I wanted to rip his balls off. "Well, show me what you can do with Jenny."

I stared. I was able to get through the thing with Matt, but this was different. He wanted me to appear to be willing to have sex with another woman, something I had never wanted to do or desired. The last time she tried to sit on my face, I was so disgusted I almost lost lunch. I walked over toward her. 

"Dress off, first."

I dropped my dress and walked up behind Jenny. As I studied her ass and pussy, wondering how I was going to get through this, I saw a naked Tony move in front of her and offer her his dick. She immediately started slurping on it. Fuck! I leaned over and took a second to steel myself for this. She smelled excited, but different from me. I leaned over, closed my eyes, and tentatively kissed her on her left ass cheek. She moaned and I opened my eyes again. I looked at her crinkled little star and her slit. Her pussy was wet and blood engorged. I knew that look. I was checking it out when suddenly Ed grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into her ass crack. "Get to work, slut!"

I resisted Ed pushing me into Jenny's ass and he held me there for a few seconds before letting me back up. I took a breath and then, swallowing my pride and my disgust, leaned over and licked at her slit. She groaned around Tony's dick. I knew the equipment and where everything was, so I gulped back the bile I felt in my throat and licked down where I knew her clit would be. I could feel her tremble at my touch and I knew I could make her cum quick. Then Ed took that moment to search out the entrance to my pussy with his dick. I tried to maintain concentration and was licking on Jenny's clit when Ed started pounding into me, pushing my entire face into her crotch. I just kept working on Jenny. It only took another minute and she had a major orgasm. She must have been waiting for awhile. I made sure she was through most of it and pulled my face away. I wiped my face with my hand, trying to get all remnants of her wetness off my face. I was now holding myself up over her ass while Ed fucked me. He came rather quickly.

As soon as he was done, Ed pulled out and I could feel his cum running down my leg. I started to stand up, but he held me bent over. "Your turn, Tony."

"Outstanding." Tony pulled his dick out of Jenny's mouth and came around behind me. I waited for him to fuck me. He lined his dick up and fucked me hard, grabbing my hips and jerking them back onto his dick. He really was more about the violent action than the actual sex. He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. Finally, after about 10 minutes, he pulled out and I could feel the spurts of cum hitting my ass and pussy as he tried to cover it with his spunk. I finally stood up and my back and legs were hurting.

"Now put your hands on the couch and bend over it." Ed commanded me from alongside Jenny. He was untying her. Jenny stood up and stretched. She looked very uncomfortable. Ed looked at her and pointed to me. "Now clean up this slut so she can put her dress on."

Jenny smiled. "She wasn't great, but she's getting better at eating pussy." I flinched at that, and again when I felt her tongue licking the combined spunk off my ass and pussy. She was good at it and swiped over my clit several times, but Ed stopped her. 

"Don't' give her an orgasm. I think she's been holding back all night, trying to deny herself a good time. Let her go home frustrated and see if hubby is up to snuff."

I glared at him as I stood up. "He's better than you fuckers!"

Tony grabbed me by the throat. "Listen up, bitch. You'd better stow that attitude or I'll have to demonstrate my powers on one of your family. Got it?"

I gulped when he eased up on my throat enough to let me speak and I croaked my answer. "Yeah, I got it."

They let me go and I dressed and drove to Meryl's. I told her what had happened in general terms and then she and I got drunk again. By the time I got home it was 2:30 and I hadn't showered after sex with three men and a woman. I needed to shower. I smelled like -- well, a whore. I had to face the fact that after what I did tonight with that customer that I was playing the role of a whore. I went to our one guest bedroom with a shower and stripped. I got into the shower when it hit me. I sat in the shower for 15 minutes crying, trying to reconcile what was happening to me with the person I was just two weeks ago. My life had been idyllic at that point. Then I had thought that my husband was cheating on me and had started treating him badly. The next day I found out that he had not and now I was the one not only cheating, but whoring as well. I had to find a way out. I still had hope for that, but there was no idea that came to mind on how to do so. 

I got out of the shower and walked into the guest bedroom. I was shocked to see that John was sitting there. I wondered if he had checked my panties. There may be nothing incriminating there, but I couldn't be sure. I hadn't put them on until I got to Meryl's. "Oh! John! What are doing up? Did I wake you?" I tried to sound normal, but it was difficult since I was a little drunk.

"I heard you get in the shower and I couldn't sleep tonight. Come to bed, honey. You don't have to sleep in here."

I hesitated. "Okay, sure."

I picked up my clothes and we walked into our bedroom. I put my clothes in the hamper making sure my panties were on the bottom of the pile and crawled into bed. John snuggled up against me. I tensed up in a reaction to the rest of my night and he moved away. Shit! I could use some comfort right now and I pushed him away. Sleep came slowly.

The next morning after sleeping pretty soundly, I tried get up without waking John, but failed. 

"I'm awake."

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"Not a problem. So, did you have a good time last night?"

"It was okay." I was quickly thinking of how to deflect this conversation.

"For just being okay, you were out pretty late."

"I just couldn't get away from those ladies. They can really drink."

"Yeah? Where did you guys go?"

"Just a couple of bars downtown."

"When I heard the shower, I thought maybe something was wrong."

"No, I was just around too many smokers last night. There was a patio and smoking area outside one of the bars and a couple of the ladies smoke so we spent a lot of time out there. My hair smelled like smoke and I couldn't take it." I hope that would put him off.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to take a shower and get ready for another day. Natalie has a soccer game at 11."

"Okay." I got the hell out of there before he asked more questions.

The next week my whoring alter-ego had the week off as everyone was out of town. I used it to try to act normal with my family, but it wasn't easy. That Friday, John and I went out. I could tell he was horny and so was I. I hadn't had really normal sex in quite a while, and I was not having orgasms with the assholes. But I also hadn't been tested and had been fucked bareback by four guys. I was terribly afraid I had been given something. I realized that I should definitely see a doctor. In the meantime, John was being his normal attentive and damnably seductive self. I could see he was so in love with me that I wondered how I could ever suspect him of an affair. Shit, he didn't even look when a beautiful woman dressed in a sexy black dress walked by. All he had eyes for were me. I had to throw him a bone. Like most men, he loved blowjobs, but we didn't have sex where I usually blew him to completion. Normally, we worked each other up orally, but had regular sex before he came. I decided that I would give him this and hope for the best. It would keep him from fucking me and I could satiate his desires for a while. 

So after we got home and he put on some slow dance music, I put my plan in action. He knew I loved the slow dance and slow warm up to sex, but I figured I could say I was getting my period and blow him. So I did. He was amazed and I even talked dirty to him. He loved it and I almost cried at how trusting he was. He and I had always had such a solid marriage and now it was in shambles. What the hell was I going to do?

Over the next week, John started to question our lack of sex. I was almost frantic wracking my brain for some way to get out of what was going on without damaging my marriage, my family, embarrassing my family and friends, and being able to live a normal life. I loved John more than ever. He was a good husband, a terrific father, and loved me more than I deserved. I had to find a way out. The one good thing I did was that I made sure I was tested and after a couple of days the doctor said I was clean. I was going to fuck John at least one last time. 

When he came in the door, I called his cell and told him I was lying naked on the bed with the whipped cream. We had tried this once before and except for it melting so fast and running, it was fun. 

When he showed up, I knew by his eyes and the bulge in his pants that he was ready. 

"Hungry?" I teased him, opening and closing my legs, the whipped cream melting and running down over my well heated pussy. I wanted him so bad.

"Ravenous."

"Mmmm, good."

He licked it off my pussy, cleaned my tits, and then went back down on me. He was gentle and loving, but still demanding. He was amazing. He licked and sucked on my pussy until I screamed his name. I had to scream his name. He was the one man in my life who was good and pure. He was the love and rock of my life. Unfortunately, it was all going to go away, so I had to enjoy this. I had to make this a really good session. After he finished eating me he rose up and started to wipe his face off with the back of his hand. I stopped him. I kissed him hard, savoring probably the last good sex we would have together. I licked around his mouth, cleaning off the remnants of the whipped cream and my juices. When I leaned back he stared at me for a second, noting that I had never done that before. I grinned. "I love the way I taste on your face."

He grinned back. "Me, too."

I lay back told him to fuck me. He did. We hadn't had sex in four weeks and there was no way he was not going to do that given the chance.

After he filled me up, cumming long and hard, I lay back and groaned. "Oh, god, I really needed that."

"Me, too. All you had to do was ask."

I tried not to look sad, but he was watching me carefully. I was ashamed at what was going on, but only saw one way out. I just had to wait for the right moment.

Chapter 4

Over the next two weeks, I tried to maintain my normal regimen and tried to stay with my family, but I found myself staring at them. It was as if I was taking mental pictures of them, trying to remember them as they were; as they had been before the truth came out. The future looked dark and bleak for me, so these days were becoming bittersweet for me. The kids looked at me strangely as I kept tearing up at the slightest nicety they performed. I kissed them more and Ted started to complain about getting to class at school with a 'mommy mark' (the remains of some lipstick after kissing him). I almost cried when he told me that, just loving the way he said it with mock seriousness, but never denying me the chance to kiss him goodbye. It was as if he could tell that something serious was going on.

The one new thing that occurred was that now I was up to 5 regular men. Ed had taken me out to Fred Williamson's house. He was the COO of John's company! The last time we were there it was Fred, Ed, Bob, Tony, and the man they called Doc. They took turns restraining me in different apparatus in Fred's basement 'playroom', also known as a dungeon. They fucked my mouth, my pussy, and played with my ass. Tony slapped me around and bruised my tits enough that I couldn't show them to John. I was now hiding my actions AND my body from my family. 

My time was coming finally. Things would come to a head soon and it was sooner than I thought. One day Ed called and told me that I was going to entertain them on Saturday afternoon. Then, I would have to do it again on Monday. He said that everyone would be there on Monday, so I was to be on my best behavior. That meant that I could put my plan in action. Of the three things that I wanted to do, protect my family, save my marriage, and get away from these assholes, I knew that I could do only two. I would be able to do that on Monday, if I could just get there, and things would work out for me. My family may not believe that it was necessary, but this was going to be the only way.




John and Cheryl Ch. 02



Saturday was a beautiful day and John, loving soul that he was, made sure the kids were up and fed as I procrastinated getting ready. He was leaving early to go over to a friend's house to watch a football game. It was perfect timing for me. He kissed me goodbye and left. I immediately got the kids together and took them to Meryl's. She had agreed to watch them this afternoon. I drove to Fred's house and was greeted by just Fred and Ed. They decided that the best way to get to me was to spit roast me and call me dirty names. I just shut them out and went through the motions. I was getting good at shutting them out of my head. I could almost believe that it wasn't me participating in these nasty acts. I could almost put myself in a trancelike state while it was happening , but now I was ready to stop it. About halfway to their first orgasm, Tony and the Doc showed up and joined in. They ripped my blouse and cut my bra off while I was being spit roasted. They all jacked off over me when they were ready to cum, covering my nice skirt with their spunk. Fuck! Assholes! I had to get home in this outfit!

Ed reiterated that I was to be on time Monday for the full group. I had to be rested and ready. He said it with a sneer and nasty grin. I hated the fucker. He would get what he deserved on Monday. I just gave him my best non-committal face and nodded. He pushed me out the door and I left. 

I sped over to Meryl's as fast as I could. It was getting late and I was going to be late getting home. I called ahead and told her to have the children ready. When I got there, she had them waiting outside. They got in and paid my appearance no mind at all. They just chattered along about how great Aunt Meryl was and what she did with them.

I arrived home, rushed into the house, parked the kids in front of the TV, and hopped into the shower. Unfortunately, I left my clothes on the floor next to the bed. I was just finishing my shower when I heard the bathroom door. I closed my eyes and prayed that it might one of the kids, but the voice I heard was John's.

At first he sounded concerned. "Cheryl, are you okay?"

I stood up from where I was in the corner of the shower. I had been thinking so hard about how fucked up my life was that I had forgotten that I was in a hurry. I had been lost in thought again. "Everything's fine. I'm just getting cleaned up." I almost choked on that answer.

"Cheryl, your clothes are a mess. Were you attacked? Is everything okay?" He was concerned that I had been raped. I had, for several weeks now, physically and mentally. I just couldn't tell him that or things would escalate out of my control.

He started to open the shower door, but I held it closed. "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong."

He stared at me through the glass. "Nothing happened? Your clothes are a disaster!"

"Oh." Fuck he found them and checked them out. "Sorry."

"Sorry? Your clothes make it look like you've either been raped or in a gang bang and all you can say is sorry? How about an explanation?"

I finished my shower and took my time. He was going to find out on Monday anyway. I could finally stop hiding everything. I would tell him all of it in the letter I had prepared to leave him in the safe. 

I stepped out of the bathroom and I could see the anger in his face. It scared me a little. I looked towards my clothes.

"Yes, your clothes are a mess." He was cold and accusatory.

Fuck it. I would just have to bluff my way through and then take care of those assholes. "Yeah, I'll just toss them." I picked up the complete pile and walked over and dropped them into the trash can. I tried to act nonchalant and he seemed to believe it, but I was a mess inside. I could feel the anger coming off him.

He followed me. "So tell me, Cheryl, how many men does it take to cover your skirt with that much spunk?" God, he was angry, as he had a right to be, discovering spunk on his wife's skirt. I just hadn't expected such vitriol this afternoon. I was hoping to hold this conversation off until after Monday and my plan had been executed.

I cringed inside and my breathing increased, but I continued my current plan. I didn't say anything and moved to my dresser.

"Not going to answer my question? Why? What's the matter? You can leave your kids with your sister while you are slutting around and having a gang bang, but you can't tell your husband how many guys you fucked and sucked?" 

I searched for the panties and bra I wanted, ignoring the question, trying not to burst into tears. I wanted his protection, I wanted him to hold me and tell me everything was going to work out, I wanted to confess everything -- but I didn't. I had to continue the plan. I had to take care of this without his interference. If he got involved, I was afraid we would both go down. He walked up behind me and ripped my towel off. It spun me a little and I knew that he could plainly see the bruises on my tits and thighs. I just let him look. There was nothing else to do. The truth was going to come out. He stared at me with incredulity. I teared up at doing this to such a good man. I slowly took the towel back.

"You are bruised and your clothes are a mess. Are you telling me that this was not rape?"

I stared down into the underwear drawer, not trusting my emotions to look up at him. "No, it was not rape." I had to put him off.

"Whore!" John shouted that at me and left the room. I sat back on the bed and started crying. He was a good father, a good husband, and deserved better. Well, maybe after this weekend, he would get it. I just knew that it was not going to be from me. 

I got dressed and went to the bathroom to dab my eyes and tried to stop crying. I put some things into a bag and went downstairs. This was it. I looked toward the deck, where John was drinking a beer. I knew there was nothing to be gained by talking to him. I looked at him wistfully, wishing I could explain everything now, but until these guys were taken care of, John would only make things worse. Tears tried to come again as I realized I would never again be his wife and the mother of his children. I had only one thought now. Protect them from Tony and the others. My one goal in life was to at least make sure my family didn't have to deal with those assholes.

I looked at the kids and over to the front door. Once I walked out that door, our life together would be over. I asked the kids if they wanted to go on a little adventure. They were excited and we all went out to my car and piled in. 

I took them to a nice hotel with an indoor pool. I checked in and took them down to the pool, remaining dressed myself. I couldn't even wear a bathing suit without the bruises around my thighs showing.

John called my cell a couple of times, but I didn't answer. There were no answers that I could give him. I just wanted to spend Saturday night and Sunday with my children, probably for the last time. I was going to handle this problem and I would not be with them for a long time. I watched them play in the pool. They were so carefree, completely oblivious to the terrible world out there. I just hoped that when everything came out that they could continue to be the innocent children they were now. It was probably a false hope, but it was my only hope. 

Finally, after the kids were ready for bed, I let Natalie call her father. He at least deserved to hear that they were okay. We dialed the number and Natalie held the phone for a couple of seconds. Finally, she spoke.

"Daddy, are you there?" John said something to her.

"We are in a really nice hotel. Mommy said we could stay here for a while. I think it's cool. When are you coming daddy?" I had told the kids that this was a weekend of our own, but Natalie was her father's little angel and he doted on her. She wanted him along.

John was talking to her and she turned and handed the phone to me. "Mommy?" Fuck! I didn't really know what to say to him.

"Yes?" 

"Where are you?" He was angry, as any decent father would be.

"In a hotel."

"Which one?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Why did you take the kids? You know they will have to come back to go to school. They need to be in their home." I could feel his anger seething under his attempt to control his words. 

"They are my kids, too. I'll take them if I want." I had to act strong, but I was still surprised by John's outburst.

"You fucking slut. You don't deserve them and you know it. You should just let me have them, we can get a divorce, and then you will be free to fuck all those assholes that seem so important to you now."

I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised. John had every right to be pissed. He comes home and finds his wife's clothes covered in spunk from a supposed gang bang, she refuses to talk to him, and then she takes his kids. It was a mess with only one conclusion. I tried to convey my pain and sorrow in the last words I might ever speak to John. "I'm so sorry. I love you." I hung up before I heard anything else from John, holding back my tears in front of my kids.

On Sunday, I let the kids order room service, something we had never done before, and then play in the pool some more. Natalie was already getting a sixth sense about relationships. At one point she came over to where I was sitting in a poolside chair staring at my little angels and sat next to me.

"Mommy, how come you and daddy are angry with each other?"

Shit. Out of the mouths of babes. "Well, honey, I did something I shouldn't have and I have to go away for awhile. Daddy doesn't like that. But I will take you guys home in a little while and you can be with your daddy."

"What did you do? I want both of you."

"It's just something between adults that you will find out about some day, honey. Daddy and I will discuss it and see what we can do, okay?" I had to put her off. I hated lying to my daughter, but she was too damn good at picking up on things.

"Okay." That seemed to mollify her.

I ignored the phone calls from John and finally took the kids home at about 4pm. We pulled up to the curb and the kids had been at the front door for a couple of minutes when John pulled into the driveway. The kids had sat down on the stairs to wait for John. I stayed in the car. When they saw that he had pulled into the driveway, Natalie ran to her father and I watched her embrace him. He hugged her tightly and I could see that he would take good care of her while I was gone. He looked over at me and I nodded my goodbye and pulled away. I hoped they could all forgive me in their hearts one day and remember the good times we had.

Chapter 5

The next day was the fateful Monday. I waited until John had taken the kids to school and gone to work to go back to the house. I went immediately to our bedroom and opened the safe we had in the closet. I took out the gun we had in the safe and put the envelope that I had prepared for John in there. It had the videos that Ed had sent on a small thumb drive and the letter that I wrote to John. It was the best I could do to tell him anything about what was about to happen. I made sure to load the gun and thanked John once again for teaching me about handguns. I was going to put it to good use.

I showed up at Fred's house dressed in a shitty sundress with nothing else on underneath. It was my standard procedure. They always chastised me if I wore any underwear. They were all there already and we started immediately. They seemed to love doing the same things with no real variation. Ed always wanted me to suck his dick while Fred fucked me. Then they would move me to the rack for Tony to take advantage of the situation. Bob and the Doc seemed to delight in watching and then fucking me or having me suck them for just a couple of minutes before they would spurt all over me. Between these five, Doc and Bob seemed the most interested in getting off. The other three were more in it for the power trip. Tony, of course, was the serial abuser. He loved nothing more than hurting me and that just made him more excited. In this session, he even hit me harder than he should have, this time in the face, and I could feel the blood seeping from my eyebrow over my left eye. I also knew my eye would probably be black. The others chastised him for it, but I knew why he did it. I was so in the zone today, thinking about shooting these fuckers, that I just glared at him and gave him no satisfaction by reacting to his normal abuse. He finally hit me hard enough to do that damage, shoved his worthless dick up me, filled my pussy with his cum, and then he let me down while they went to get some drinks. As they usually did when they left to get some drinks, they left me alone in the dungeon to recuperate and, most likely in their minds, think about how they had complete control over me. Today, however, I crawled over to my dress and purse, readying myself for when they all entered. I had made sure to place them far away from the door so that they all had to completely enter the room to get near me. I was hoping nobody stayed behind, but if so, when they came running to see what was going on, I'd get them.

I was trembling and shaking as I took out the gun, flicked off the safety, and checked for a round in the chamber. This model held 13 rounds in the clip and I was going to use them all on these fuckers. I took a deep breath and steadied myself for what I had to do. I had never in my life shot at a living thing.

Finally, after a few minutes they all came back down to find me sitting over on the far side of the room. I had my purse in my lap with the gun under it. They were laughing and spurring each other on as misogynistic assholes always do. Once they started coming back in, I waited until someone got within a few feet of me. It was Ed, the most deserving, since he set this all up.

I smiled at him and steeled myself for what was coming. "Ed, you fucker, I'm going to give you what you deserve."

The smile that he started to put on his face faded as I stood and the gun came clear of my purse. I jerked it up and started firing. Time seemed to slow down and they all froze as the first round hit Ed. They came to life as I started firing at everyone and I just shot at any moving masses. I didn't care who it was or where they were. By the time I had fired many rounds, they were all on the ground. I was finally able to breathe again and I sat down and looked at the mess I had made. The first round had hit Ed in the chest and I think he was already dead. Bob had been hit in the stomach and was groaning like a fucking wimp. Fred was lying on his back and I don't know where I hit him but he appeared to be dead already. The Doc was hit in a couple of non-fatal places as he seemed to be trying to crawl out the door. Finally, I saw Tony and his eyes were big as he held his shoulder and side. I had hit him twice. 

Tony looked up at me. "You fucking bitch!"

I walked over to him. "Tony, you fucking pig. You deserve to be fucked up for the rest of your life, but I can't let you live. You might hurt somebody else." I pointed the gun at his head and he started to duck, but I shot him in the head and the bullet blasted through it, leaving a mess on the other side. I spit on his fucking corpse.

I walked over to the Doc. He was halfway outside the door. I leveled the gun at him. "Doc, you are going to die, so you might as well stop trying to crawl out of here."

He stopped and turned to me. "Please, I only did it because Fred made me. I really like you."

"Bastard." I spit on him, too. "You deserve this just as much as everyone else. Fuck you." I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head, too. I guess I was lucky I had another round left, because I was already having problems handling the gun. It was getting heavier and my hand was starting to shake.

I looked around the room. Everyone was dead or dying. I felt elated and sad at the same time. I had killed these nasty fuckers, but I had irrevocably changed my life and that of my family. 

I walked over and put on my dress. Then I walked upstairs to call the cops. By the time I got through to them on 911, my entire body started shaking and trembling. I could barely tell the woman on the other end where I was. When I told her that five men had been shot, she immediately got to work. I hung up and sat there trying to calm my body. I had the adrenalin shakes so bad I could barely sit on the chair and the impact of what I had just done was sinking in. Finally, I heard sirens and I walked to the front door. I opened it and walked outside. I looked down. I had some blood on me, and was still bleeding lightly from over my left eyebrow. I walked out and the cops were confused when they saw me. They didn't know if I was injured or the perpetrator. I told the nearest cop that I just shot five men and they were in the basement dungeon. He immediately took control of me and handcuffed me. The others ran into the house and two ambulances pulled up. The cops came outside and I could see them telling the ambulances that medical treatment was not going to be needed. I just smiled. I got those fuckers!

Over the next couple of hours, I was booked, allowed to clean up a little, a doctor closed the cut over my left eye and told me I also had a slight left shoulder separation, and finally, they put me into some sort of orange jumpsuit. I was placed into a cell and the police asked me for my story. 

I told them just a little of it and requested that they call my husband. I figured I could at least count on him to make sure I had a good lawyer. He would divorce me, but would make sure I was defended.

The police left me alone and I waited for John to show up. I was dreading this part.

 To be continued...



John and Cheryl Ch. 03



 I had already submitted the first two parts when I got comments at the end of the first one about this story. I mentioned that this was a different version of the original 'Blackmailed' story, but many did not understand my explanation. This story used the same characters and in retrospect, I should have changed the names to prevent some confusion. But the idea was to provide a completely different story of the same people that were in Blackmailed based on my conversation with another reader. This story has nothing whatsoever to do with the earlier one except that I used the same character names. Sorry for the confusion.

To the reader who noticed the incorrect name for who Ed was the boss of, I fixed it here. Again, doing my own editing, so it was my fault and I just missed it.

Main Cast

John, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's husband.

Cheryl, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, John's wife.

Meryl, 34 years old, 5'4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Cheryl's identical twin.

Ed, 40 years old, 5'11", 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, John's boss.

Bob, 45 years old, Ed's boss.

Fred, 55 years old, COO of John's company.

Tony, 30 years old, 6'3", 220 pounds.

Ted, 7 years old and Natalie,9 years old, John and Cheryl's kids.

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Chapter 6 -- John

I was on my way to the police station. I had received a call from a detective who told me that my wife, who I had found out was cheating on me and was planning on divorcing, had killed 5 men. FIVE! I was in shock. Cheryl had never been violent in her life. I had called her twin, Meryl, and told her to meet me there. I had also called Cheryl's parents and asked them to get the kids. Now I was wondering about where Cheryl got the gun. I had better check our home safe. I had a Glock .40 in there and if that was the weapon, I'd better find out.

I arrived at the police station and walked up to the desk sergeant. I identified myself and before I fully finished he waved me to the right and I turned to see Meryl standing there, in tears.

"Hey. What's going on?"

Meryl put her hand on my forearm and steadied herself. She seemed to be swaying. "They are putting her in one of the interrogation rooms. A doctor just finished patching her up according to the police. We should be able to see her in a couple of minutes." 

"Did you call your friend, Jake?" I referred to her good friend who was a defense attorney. I had asked Meryl to call him.

"Yes, he's on his way."

"Good." 

Before we could say much more, a policeman in plain clothes came up and introduced himself as Detective Sergeant Savanti, the individual who had called me. "Mr. Jacobson, we have your wife in Room 3." He turned and led us to the room. "Take your time. The doctor gave her something for the pain, but not enough to make her sleepy. He said he may sedate her later."

"Sedate her?"

"She's in some pain and pretty shaky. Please, go in."

Meryl and I entered the room and my wife sat there, cuffed to the table by only her right arm. She looked terrible. They had her in some sort of jail outfit, which was bulky and ugly. Her hair was wet and matted, her left arm was in a sling, and when we got close her face looked bad, too. She had a cut over her left eye that the doctor had put a couple of stitches in, her left eye was turning blue, and there was no telling what other injuries she might have. The look in her eyes when she saw us was one of concession and defeat. She looked small and meek sitting there.

She looked up as we came in and I could see very little of the woman I knew; the one who was strong and strong-willed. "Hi." Her hello was barely discernible.

"How are you, Cheryl?" Meryl asked her and took the seat on the right hand side facing Cheryl, while I took the left hand side.

"Better now."

"You look like you've been through World War 3."

"I have. But I won!" She tried to appear happy, but it missed. The smile she tried to put on died before it was halfway complete. Then she turned to me and lowered her eyes. "I'm very sorry, John. I cannot change what I did, but please help me."

I thought about that. I loved her, I hated her. I guess I couldn't abandon her right now. It would have to wait until after whatever all was involved here. She was, after all, the mother of my children, and they needed her. "I will." But I was still going to divorce her.

She reached out as far as she could to grab my hand on the table, but I flinched and I could see the pain flash in her eyes. Meryl immediately grabbed her hand. "We'll help you through this, Cher. Jake Michaels is on his way. He's going to defend you."

Cheryl took a glance at me. "I hope so. John, I cannot tell you how sorry I am that I got the family into this. Please give my love to Natalie and Ted. I'm sorry I took them this weekend, but I was afraid it would be my last chance to see them for a long time."

"I'll pass that along." I was still so upset and confused that I found it hard to be very nice. "Do you want to tell us what happened?"

She lowered her head. "No." She looked up at me. "John, it was your gun. Look in the safe."

"Okay." Why did I have to look in the safe if she had already told me she took the gun? "Why?"

"I left you something. Please, just read it."

"Okay." It was probably some mushy confession and an attempt to get me back. She probably tried to explain that she was not an adulteress and a murderer. I couldn't imagine how I could take her back, but I didn't say anything with her in her present condition.

There was a knock at the door and Jake came in, looking exactly like you would expect a pricey defense lawyer to look. His suit was expensive and perfect. His shirt and tie perfectly matched the suit and when he smiled, he looked rakish. "Hi, I'm Jake Michaels." He shook my hand, then Meryl's, and then finally he leaned over to shake Cheryl's. She hesitated, but then took it. He turned back to us. "Can you guys excuse us for a few minutes? I want to run through the statement that the police already have and find out what is going on here."

I stood. "Sure." I wanted to get out of there anyway. "See you later Cheryl." I leaned over and patted her hand, at least trying to give her some reassurance without displaying any affection.

"Okay." Meryl was less sure, but got up. 

Jake had further instructions for us. "It's going to be a late night and Cheryl needs some rest after this, so why don't you two come back later or tomorrow."

I looked at my watch. It was only 6pm. Ted and Natalie were with the grandparents. It was early, but I wanted to see what was in the safe. "Meryl, why don't you stay for a while tonight and I'll come by tomorrow morning."

Meryl agreed and I got the hell out of there. It was creepy being in a police station with your wife being held for murder. I rushed home and called the grandparents to bring the kids home around bedtime. They asked all kinds of questions, but I put them off since I really knew nothing. I went straight to our safe and found it was still open. The gun, one clip, and some of the ammunition were gone, but there was a manila envelope there with my name on it. I pulled it out and looked at it. It only had my name on it in Cheryl's handwriting. I went to the kitchen, got a beer and sat at the table to open the envelope.

I opened it and there were several printed pages and a thumb drive fell out. I picked up the thumb drive and looked at it. It would have to wait. I started reading the letter.

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My dearest John,

I can only begin this by saying that I am sorry. I made a couple of terrible decisions in the beginning, then was blackmailed by the six people listed here, and it has become a complete nightmare to me. I feel like I have been descending through Dante's layers of Hell, but they are all made of lust and violence. Here is what you need to know. Please do not share this with anyone. I will take whatever punishment they dish out. It's my fault and my responsibility. I will deal with it.

It started on that first day that I gave you the cold shoulder. You had just returned from a trip to New York City on business a couple of days previous to that. You traveled with Monica from your company. I was never jealous of her. We were so happy and had a terrific marriage. You never gave me any reason to suspect anything with her. However, I was stopping by to see you that day when Ed saw me and called me into his office. He said that he wanted to talk to me about you and your place at the company. With all the hard work you had been doing I thought he was going to discuss some big promotion news. Instead, he offered me a bottle of water and fidgeted and beat around the bush about nothing. I was feeling flushed and bothered by this so I asked him straight out what it was. He told me that he had evidence that you and Monica were having an affair on the road. I was shocked and refused to believe him. He acted like he didn't want to show me, but he did show me a video that really got to me. It first showed you knocking at a hotel door and Monica answering to invite you in. It then cut to a shot of a couple having sex. It was obviously Monica. I never saw the face of the man during sex, but the room looked to be the same as the one you entered and it was obviously Monica. I was suddenly feeling woozy and weak. Ed told me to sit for a while and now with what has happened since then I realize that he drugged me. He waited until I was barely able to tell where I was and then he stuck his cock in my face and told me to suck it as revenge on you. That was my first mistake. I don't remember it at all, but I must have. By the time I recovered and got home I was feeling sick, but when I got a video on my phone showing me sucking him off, I threw up several times. I didn't know what to do. I was angry at you and was going to throw it in your face, but something made me hold back and made me afraid to tell you anything. Instead, I decided that I would go back and confront Ed. This was my second mistake.

My second visit was worse than my first. I was going to refuse to take anything from Ed on this visit but Jenny, his assistant, offered me coffee while I was waiting outside his office which I took. This was my third mistake. I should have never trusted her. It turned out to be drugged as well and she was working with Ed. Three men came out of Ed's office: Ed, a large man named Tony, and a doctor who they just called 'Doc'. They took me into Ed's office, drugged me again, and when I awoke, Jenny was trying to rub herself on my face and Tony was fucking me. The video of this was so much worse and he made sure to show it to me and he even sent me a copy. It showed Ed fucking my face, then fucking me, then him fucking and cumming in Jenny, and finally, Jenny sitting on my face with a cum-filled pussy and Tony fucking me hard. There is even the porn style shot of Tony cumming on my face. I have never in my life had any desire to have sex with a woman, but in the film it looks like I am. I also said things that they dictated to me that were designed to completely humiliate you. I said things about you not taking care of me sexually and how I loved fucking Ed and Jenny. I remember none o f this; everything about that day is hazy because of the drugs. I only remember waking up near the end of it and ending up with a face like a glazed doughnut (a phrase I remember you saying when we watched porn once). The last two things they did was to tell me that the video of Monica and her lover was not you, so you were not cheating, and then to show me pictures of you, Ted, and Natalie. They threatened to harm you if I didn't continue. I felt stuck and couldn't see a way out of this mess.

In any case, they blackmailed me and it worked. I tried to think of a way to get out of it, but couldn't bring myself to do anything when they threatened the kids. After a couple of weeks of trying to avoid Ed and Jenny, they made me have sex with a customer and forced me to try to pleasure Jenny. Then, after that incident I was invited to a meeting at Fred Williamson's house. Since he was your COO, I thought something had happened and he wanted to see me and discuss how he was going to address the terrible things that Ed and Jenny had done to me. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. The instant I entered the door, I was manhandled, handcuffed, and taken to a basement 'playroom'. It was a dungeon like nothing I had ever seen. They abused me all day. I barely got out of there in time to pick up the kids from school. This time I was determined to stop them. 

For the next three weeks, they would order me to meet at Fred's house one day a week during the time when the kids were at school. There were five of them: Fred Williamson, your boss Ed, his boss Bob, the asshole Tony, and this doctor somebody who they all just called Doc. Tony was the worst. He was sadistic and was the one who kept reminding me that he would kill you guys as he fucked me and slapped my ass and tits. He said that he had already almost run you off the road with his SUV, but didn't elaborate. He continued to abuse me just for fun and then cum all over me. He was big, strong, and scary and I didn't think to cross him. In just a couple of months things had spiraled completely out of control.

They fucked me and I had sex with all five men and sometimes Jenny once a week for the last few weeks. I became sore and upset and the drugs were affecting me. I was moody, I snapped at the kids, I snapped at you, I hated my life. Things looked dark and bleak and I had to act. I knew that I had had enough and had to get out before they did something to me to make sure I never talked about it, or hurt our family, or moved on to prey on another unsuspecting woman. I knew there was only one way to do this. I couldn't take any more beatings. I am going to take the gun in the safe with me today. I am going to shoot them, no matter what. If you are reading this, I am either dead or in jail for killing them. I'm just sorry that it came to this. 

Please do not share this with anyone. I cannot stomach that you are finding out this way and it would kill me if the kids ever found out about all these terrible acts. If I'm going to jail, then I will gladly accept my sentence for killing those assholes. I just know that I had to end it and not let them prey on me or anyone else any more, especially my family. Just know that I never stopped loving you. I just couldn't bring myself to have sex with you after all of them had fucked me without protection. The only time we did I knew it was a chance, but I was just prolonging the inevitable. And then there was the fact that I was cheating on you. That didn't make it any easier. This all stems from a stupid mistake that I made and my inability to nip it in the bud when it happened. In hindsight, if I had told you after that first time in Ed's office, I believe our love was once strong enough that we could have recovered. After this, I only hope that you'll let me see the children again -- if I live through Monday and make it through a trial.

You are the only man I ever loved and ever want to love. Please don't hate me.

Your lost wife, Cheryl

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I put the note down. I felt my cheeks and realized I was crying. How anyone could do those types of things to a beautiful woman like Cheryl was beyond me. I was still afraid I would never get past this, but I knew I wouldn't keep the children from seeing her.

Chapter 7

The next day I went to the police station. I put the envelope back in the safe. I had decided not to look at the thumb drive. I couldn't think about seeing anything on there after reading the letter.

When I got there, I was allowed to talk to her. I waited while they brought her to an interrogation room. When she came in she saw my face and looked down. They cuffed her to the table and I waited. She said nothing.

"I read the letter you left."

"Oh." Her answer was quiet.

"I'm sorry that it came to this."

She looked up. "Me, too."

"What did the lawyer say?"

"He said that I would probably get 10 to 20 years for each count. He said that even though I was beaten up, they would say that that was no reason to kill them."

"Can I give him the letter?"

"No!" She said it adamantly.

"It would make it easier on you."

"It's not supposed to be easy. I made a mess of my life and I have to pay for it." She sounded so resigned to her fate.

"Yeah, maybe. But that's not fair to the kids or the rest of the family."

She looked up and I could see the wheels turning. "They'll find out."

"Find out what? That you were drugged and blackmailed and abused? That's not a disgrace."

"No? You know better than that. Everyone will stare at me and wonder; or they'll imagine me in the positions those guys put me through and always think if me that way. I'll be a pariah to the women and a source of dark fantasy to the men."

"I don't think so. I think they'll realize what happened."

She looked very pointedly at me. "And are you going to take me back like nothing has happened?" When I hesitated and she looked away. "That's what I thought."

"Cheryl, a lot has happened."

She got angry at that. "No shit! Most of it happened to me. You think the kids won't hear about this from their friends? You think people won't look at me differently because of this? You think our friends and the kid's friends won't start disappearing?"

"And if you are convicted of murder? Will that make them look at you any differently? How will the neighbors, our friends, and the kids' friends treat them if you are a convicted murderer? In fact, a lot of this will come out during the trial and you know the newspapers will spread it all over."

She studied her hands. "I don't know, I don't know. I just know that I cannot face them. You will probably have to move to a new place so that you guys can get on with your lives."

I reached over and put my hand under her chin and lifted her face. As it came up I saw her look soften. Tears brimmed as it was the gentlest touch I had given her in a long time. "Cheryl. I may never get past this. I may never love you like I did. But I think you owe it to the kids to be around and be a mother to them. They need a mother."

The tears finally spilled over the bottom of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. "I know. I just don't know if I can do it."

"Let me talk to Jake and find out what he thinks without giving him any particulars."

She hesitated and stared at me for a couple of seconds. "Okay." She wiped her tears and tried to straighten up .

Then, in a big coincidence, Jake opened the door. "Hey, guys." He came over and sat next to me. "I don't mean to barge in here, but I have a court date in a while and I need to talk to you two."

About that time my phone rang. It was my assistant from work. "Let me take this outside and I'll be right back."

They agreed and I left them to talk. I walked into the corridor. "Hey, Joanne, what's up?" There was some silence and then I heard a little sniffling. "Joanne, what's going on?"

Suddenly Joanne blurted it out. "Oh, John, I'm so sorry. You've been fired!"

"What?!" I was stunned. 

"Yeah, I was just told. I might lose my job, too."

"Just hold on, Joanne. Nobody has told me anything. Let me make some calls and see what the hell is going on. This can't be right." This was just too much on top of everything else.

"Okay, John, I hope it's a mistake. Oh, how is Cheryl?"

"Not good. I'll call you back soon." 

I hung up and called Monica, who was a peer. As soon as she answered I burst out with the question. "Monica, what the hell is going on? I'm fired?"

"I don't know what's happening. It came out in an email from the HR manager. There was no reason provided to any of us. I'm checking it out. I'll call you back if I find anything out."




John and Cheryl Ch. 03



"Okay. I'm at the police station, so if it goes to voice mail, just leave a message."

"Oh, shit! How is Cheryl? What the hell is going on, John?"

"She's not good. I'll tell you all about it later. Let me know if you find out anything."

"Okay, bye."

I was still a little stunned. That was the last thing I expected to have happen. What the hell was going on?

I walked back into the interrogation room and Jake was asking Cheryl all kinds of questions. She refused to answer most of them. He turned to me. "John, can you please tell her that I can't mount a defense if she doesn't answer my questions?"

"I'll try." I looked over at Cheryl. "Can we talk about this?" 

She shook her head no. "Not here."

"Jake, let me talk to you later, okay?"

Jake looked from me to Cheryl and back. "Okay." He looked at his watch. "I have to be in court at 1pm. I'll call you when I get out. Can I come over to your house to talk?"

"Sure." I looked over at Cheryl and she looked scared. I reached over and grabbed her hand. She squeezed it hard. "Don't worry. I'll be careful." We both got up to leave and Jake headed toward the door. Cheryl wouldn't let go of my hand. 

"Please, forgive me. Let me know that I can get on with my life without you hating me."

I considered this carefully. It was not all her fault. She made some initial mistakes, if I could believe her letter, but once they were blackmailing her and threatened our family, things were completely out of control. The question was, after all the lying and hiding, was the letter the absolute truth? "I'm trying. Let's get through this first, okay?"

She nodded and I went out. I told the police we were done and I left.

When I got home I was too intrigued by the thumb drive to let it be. I had to see. My curiosity was just too great. I plugged it in and there were four files on there. I ordered them by date. The first one was just as she described. It was the one where she was blowing Ed. I flinched and closed my eyes, but I had to see it. I knew this might make it worse and indelibly etch these items in my head, but I couldn't NOT watch. I started paying attention and sure enough, she appeared drunk or drugged. It was disgusting. 

The second video showed her on all fours as Ed fucked her doggie style. He pulled out and, still on his knees, shuffled over to Jenny, who was laying back on the couch, her legs lewdly spread open, and her very wet pussy on display. She welcomed him with open arms (and legs). The camera guy panned back to show Cheryl lying there, unmoving, her eyes barely open and then back to where Ed was pumping hard into Jenny. She was definitely drugged. Ed announced that he was cumming and filled up Jenny's pussy. She moaned her approval and then smirked. Ed slapped Cheryl a couple of times to make sure he had her attention and that she was paying attention through the drug induced stupor. Ed then had Jenny sit on top of Cheryl. There was camera movement as it was being passed from one person to another. Jenny pinned Cheryl's arms down, but I could tell that Cheryl didn't have much strength anyway. I watched as Jenny tried to rub her spunk filled pussy all over Cheryl's face and then the camera panned to the large guy who had to be Tony. He was fucking Cheryl hard and the grin on his face was definitely scary. He looked maniacal. Jenny got off Cheryl and announced her unfit to eat pussy. Well, duh! The scene ended with Tony pulling out and spurting all over Cheryl's face. She twisted and turned to try to avoid it, but to no avail. When it ended I pulled the drive out of my laptop and put it back in the safe. I couldn't see anymore tonight, but I knew I'd end up watching the rest later. My curiosity wouldn't let it go. There was also the question about whether or not I could verify all that she said. I wanted to believe that there was no intent on her part, but I needed more proof. As I thought about it, however, I realized that the beautiful and calm Cheryl from before these incidents would have never shot anyone.

I had Cheryl's parents pick up the kids again so that I could meet with Jake. He called me about 5:30 and said he was on his way.

Then Monica called who told me that the company was saying I was fired for violating the employee morals agreement. I laughed and told her who was dead in the blackmail scheme. I swore her to silence and didn't say anything about the video of her and her husband having sex.

When Jake arrived I waited until we each had a beer in our hands and were at least a little relaxed. Finally, he turned to me.

"John, I need to know what was going on here. Cheryl told me that you might not want to cooperate and that she had cheated on you, but we are talking about the rest of her life here. Just give me something to go on."

"I'll cooperate and provide you anything you need Jake. I don't know how I feel about Cheryl right now, but she's the mother of my children and they need her. I can't let her go to jail without a fight."

"Okay, good. So can you tell me how this happened?"

I sighed and looked at him. How far should I go? Cheryl was petrified by the truth, but it seemed to me that the truth was the lesser of the two evils here. "Okay, look. Cheryl asked me not to tell you this. She's ashamed and humiliated by it, but I'm going to tell you what I know. Cheryl was being blackmailed by those five guys. Ed was my boss, Bob was his boss, and Fred was my COO. The house was Fred's. Apparently, Ed came up with some scheme to show Cheryl how I was cheating on her with someone at work when we were away on business. While in his office, he drugged her and forced her to blow him. She didn't tell me and thought she could handle it herself. When she went back, his assistant Jenny, also in on this scheme, drugged her and now there were three guys and Jenny who all had sex with her. She was devastated by the video they were showing her and that's how it started. They told her the video of me cheating was a fake. She was even more trapped because the guy named Tony was a mean, evil son of a bitch and was threatening to kill me and the kids. Evidently, he was brought in to be the enforcer. Soon, they invited her out to the COO's house and she thought it was going to be a comeuppance for Ed and Jenny. Instead, they all abused her and the doctor there, whose name she didn't know, was drugging her. That's why she did it. I was aware that there was something going on with Cheryl, but was so caught up in the normal day-to-day stuff, that I never suspected this and just found out myself."

Jake sat there and thought about it. "That's a hell of a story. How do we prove it? They are all dead and there's no proof that it was non-consensual. Or is there?" He looked at me pointedly. "Do you have some proof? I'll have to get a warrant to make sure I go over the records and computers of the deceased. I haven't received anything from the DA, so I don't know what they've found yet. It's pretty early in the investigation."

"I have a letter from her and a couple of videos. I found them when I got home last night. She left them in the safe when she took the gun. The Glock she used was mine. Jenny, Ed's assistant, was involved and is still around, so you should be able to get to see her. And I can't believe that they were able to get rid of all their video and pictures; they had to be communicating, right?"

Jake was rubbing his chin. "Correct. Okay, I know how to proceed. Cheryl did not want you to tell me much about this. Why?"

"She feels like she made her bed and she has to lie in it. She thinks that she won't be able to get on with her life anyway because everyone will think of her as a filthy slut and only see her fucking those guys. She thinks this is the only way she can atone for killing them and fucking up our marriage."

Jake stared at me. "Has this fucked up your marriage?"

I stared for a second, not sure if I should voice my doubts, but eventually I did. "I don't know. I'm going to have a hard time forgiving her for believing that I was having an affair and for her first couple of mistakes. I think she actually began to enjoy it or was initially participating in it. I can't get my head around it all being for blackmail."

He stared at me. "You're kidding, right? They were drugging her, fucking with her head, and threatening her family and you think she was enjoying it?"

I reconsidered. "Maybe not." I had been angry for so long, maybe I wasn't thinking clearly either. I wanted to believe everything in the letter, but was still unsure.

"I doubt it very much. In any case, I will start researching for her defense. We also need to discuss your civil lawsuit against your company. Are you attached to the place?"

I shrugged. "They fired me today."

He sat up straight. "Fired you? Oh, man, this is going to be easy. One of the guys in my firm, Ronald Mason, handles cases like this. I'll have him call you."

"Cases like what?"

"We are talking about your boss, his boss, and his boss, the COO. It started out at your place of work and then continued at the COO's house. The COO had to know that Ed was using his position at work for this and they were probably communicating using company resources. They were using this to coerce the wife of an employee. This all leads to a lawsuit for alienation of affections, blackmail, improper use of company resources, and now they've illegally fired you. I don't know that branch of law as well as he does, but we need to get him up and running to recover what we can from your company's IT assets for both him and me. This could net you big time and help you make up for the problems and associated costs that are coming." He grinned. "I'm going to get Cheryl off and I'm not cheap." He tried to make this a joke, but it missed with me. I was too worried about everything else.

"Okay." I was unsure about this, but figured I could at least discuss it with the other lawyer.

Jake got up suddenly. "I need to get some things going tonight so that we can get our guys at the firm out to gather information on all of this." He drained the last of his beer and stuck out his hand. "I'll call you tomorrow, John. We are going to get Cheryl off and nail that company of yours." He sounded very sure of himself. 

"Okay, I'll be home or at the police station since I don't have a job."

"Good. Talk to you later. One more thing; you need to prepare her parents and the kids for what's going to come out. The arraignment is on Thursday morning and the papers will be there looking for the salacious parts of the story. It'll be a sensation to them." He left and I stood there wondering how all of this was going to unfold.

On Thursday morning, with the arraignment at 1pm, I kept the kids home from school. I also asked Meryl and their parents to be there. I told the kids that their mother had been drugged by some bad men, that these men had threatened to hurt me and their mother, and then that they had beat up their mother, so she had the gun they knew we owned and she killed them in self defense. I had to give a little more detail to her parents after putting the kids in the other room. As I detailed some of the sexual aspects, Cheryl's father became more restless and agitated. I could see his anger. Her mother just paled and stared ahead as Meryl held her hand. It was not a good family moment.

At the arraignment, Jake presented his side of the argument, which didn't sound like much, but the prosecuting attorney got her charged with five counts of second degree murder and held on $100,000 bail. When I went to see Cheryl on Friday, I asked her about the bail. She said that she wanted to stay in jail for a while. Her arguments about not wanting to be there with the kids and having to put up with the neighbors didn't completely ring true. Then Jake came in and said that he had permission to move her to a state run psychiatric hospital for several days for interviews and observation. At the end of the meeting she said something unrelated to the case.

"John, Meryl has lost her job, too. We have the basement that is almost like a separate apartment. Is it okay if she moves in there for a while? She's afraid to ask after the anger you showed at her that weekend." 'That' weekend was the fateful one.

I thought about it. "Sure, that's fine. The kids would love to have her around." It might actually be of help to me as I look for another job.

The first few days after Cheryl's arrest and my firing were extremely odd. It felt strange to do all the things that Cheryl and I used to share to get the kids ready, fed, and off to school. I lounged around and told myself not to look at the remaining two videos and I managed for a while. I worked around the house, cleaned up the garage and shed, and picked the kids up. The newspapers had done just what Jake said. They highlighted the facts about the sexual abuse and how she killed them to protect herself. At least they were taking her side.

That Saturday, Cheryl was transferred to a state hospital for analysis and interviews by a very good doctor recommended by Jake. Meryl moved in.

After a few beers and getting Meryl all moved in or having her stuff placed in storage, I had a nice, free day on Sunday. I had just put the children to bed and was sitting in my office when I looked up at the picture of Cheryl and me taken on our honeymoon. It had always been my favorite of the two of us. We were in a restaurant, turned toward each other as the photographer snapped the picture. You could see the love we had for each other and the look on Cheryl's face was one of joy and contentment. Her smile was one of pure bliss like I had never seen. I stared at it and suddenly felt alone and terrified. I was still in shock over the loss of the love of my life and also the possibility of raising two kids alone. All the pent up emotion suddenly overcame me and I just put my head in my hands and let it out. I must have cried for 20 minutes when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It startled me and I jerked my head up and turned to see Meryl standing there. She was crying, too, and calmly took my head and held it against her chest as the two of us let out our sadness over this situation. After a few minutes, I pulled back. We both wiped our eyes. I looked up at Meryl and she leaned over and kissed me lightly. It surprised me, but she immediately pulled back.

She hung her head. "Sorry. I didn't want to feel alone right now. I just...."

I reached out and grabbed her right hand. "Meryl, you are not alone. I'm sorry I yelled at you the way I did when I first found out. You can understand why I was angry, but it was not you I was angry at, it was Cheryl. I know that you two are very close and have always had each other's backs."

"Thank you. She's like a part of me. You know how they say that twins sometimes have a special connection? Well, we have something like that. I can't explain it except to say that she and I have always been inseparable and cannot stand to be apart for long. Your honeymoon was the longest we have ever been apart." She gave me a brief attempt at a smile, pulled her hand back, and left the room.

After a good night's sleep, I was downstairs the next morning, fixing some breakfast and getting ready to rouse the kids when Meryl came upstairs from the basement. She came into the kitchen with puffy, bloodshot eyes and was barely awake. She was also barely dressed; she was wearing only a sleep shirt and maybe panties. The shirt went just past her girlie parts and showed off her legs, which were identical to Cheryl's. I felt a stirring in my groin. I hadn't had sex in a while and she was sexy as hell, looking like her sister. Then she reached up to an upper shelf in the cabinet to get a coffee cup. Shit! She was wearing a thong and the bottom part of her ass was prominently displayed by that move. How could I be turned on at a time like this? She was my wife's twin and my wife was in jail for murder. Get a grip! 

Before she could turn around, I turned back to the scrambled eggs I was making and acted like I didn't see it. I had an instant boner. She looked exactly like Cheryl, her bare ass tempting me. Fuck!

Meryl turned around suddenly and pulled down on her shirt. "Oh, sorry, John. I forgot where I was and what I was wearing." When I looked up she was blushing.

"No problem. A little flash in the morning wakes one up."

Then Meryl grinned and walked over to me. "Well, we are identical twins, so it's not like you haven't seen it before, right?" She punched me in the arm to show she was kidding.

I tried to keep up the joking mood. "Careful. That's exactly how Cheryl used to tempt me in the morning into being late for work."

"Oh." That seemed to sober her mood a little and she walked over to finish getting her coffee. "I didn't sleep well last night thinking about her. She looked so small and forlorn in the police station. I think I cried myself to sleep at about 2am."

I went over and hugged her. "Sorry. I'm having trouble dealing with it, too. I was so angry at her for cheating on me and then to find out that most of it was due to being blackmailed has made it hard for me to figure out how I feel."

"Most of it?"

"Yeah, well, I can't figure out what I believe and how I feel about all this."

"I understand. It's a lot to take in." She walked and sat down at the table in as ladylike a fashion as she could in that short t-shirt. "Are the kids awake yet?"

"I knocked on their doors once. They are very particular about nobody coming into their room to wake them up. First Natalie decided to do that since she is now officially a 'big girl' and now Ted is following in his big sister's steps. They are growing up so fast."

Meryl looked at me. "Very fast. And you know that you need to sit them down and prepare them for what the other kids may say about Cheryl, right? You know how kids are. They overhear their parents talk about this stuff and the next thing you know Ted and Natalie will be trashed for their mother being a slut. You told them a very PG-13 version when we discussed it with them and my parents and that's not what they will get from the other kids."

"I know, I know. I just have to think about how to do that."

"Let me know if you want me there." She stood up to refresh her coffee and I got a wonderful peek at her pink panties.

"Okay." I turned back to the eggs and Meryl went to wake up the little monsters for another day.

Chapter 8

Meryl and I went to the lawyer's office that day. Jake wanted to talk to Meryl and hear what Cheryl had told her and he wanted me to meet with Ronald Mason, their civil suit expert who specializedsuits against companies for wrongful firing or for equal opportunity violations. 

Meryl went into Jake's office and I into Ronald's. He went over the chain of events as he had them from Jake and asked about my firing. I told him what little I knew. The HR manager didn't even call me. They sent a letter which I had just received, terminating me under the company's morals clause. Ronald laughed and said he and Jake were filing for seizure of IT assets from the company and we would probably have them by the short hairs (his words). We went over what his plan was and then I left. I waited for Meryl and she came out and then we headed for the psychiatric hospital that Cheryl was in. We made arrangements for the grandparents to pick up the kids in case we were late.

When we arrived we went through a metal detector and were led into an administration office. There they took down our information and then led us to a visitation room that was pretty well furnished. The woman told us that we were allowed to sit and have a comfortable visit with Cheryl. The door would be locked and guarded and we were behind their security. 

Cheryl came in and she looked better than I had seen her since the morning of the fateful gang bang. She was clean and dressed and was a little cheerful, if subdued. She had been allowed to apply just a little makeup and she looked almost normal for her, which was delectable.




John and Cheryl Ch. 03



Cheryl came over and sat near me. "Hi, John." She looked up at me demurely.

"Hi." I just looked back.

"How are Ted and Natalie?"

"Well. The arraignment was covered by the papers in a pretty salacious manner. I had to sit the kids down and tell them that you had been drugged, attacked and hurt, that's why you ended up killing some men in self defense. They haven't been teased by their friends yet, so things are still a little calm."

She stared at me for a second then looked at the floor. "You should tell them the truth, John. They will hear it anyway and you can tell it so that they understand it." She looked up, pleading with her eyes. "Please."

"I will."

She turned to Meryl. "Meryl, you can help him."

"I already told him that."

I wanted to discuss other things. "Cheryl, what is going on here? Are you getting counseling?"

"Well, I need help making sense of all that happened in my mind and the doctor is also putting me under light hypnosis to see if the doctor who was drugging me put any hypnotic suggestions into my head. There are also medical doctors here who are testing me for the drugs and any problems they might have caused."

I thought about that. "Sounds like it's good for you. You look really good today."

I don't think I had ever seen Cheryl's face go from slightly tense to so happy and with such a large smile in such a short amount of time. You would have thought that I just told her she won the lottery. I think she blushed, too. "Thank you."

I glanced at Meryl and she was smiling, too.

Cheryl looked at me very seriously then. "John, do you think I can come back home and live with you and the kids if I get out without serving too much time?" I guess she saw something in my eyes. I can't really describe what it was that passed over my face. I hadn't had time to even think about it much. I was just a little surprised by it, but she must have felt it was a no. She continued. "I... I don't mean as your wife, but I would like to be near my kids until I can find a job. I'll have a record, which will make it hard to find a job, and it may be awhile before I get out of jail, but Jake thinks I can get out without too much time served now that he has all the facts. I'd just like to be near them if they are still young when I get out -- and you, too." She barely whispered the last part. 

I stared for a second. "I guess we'll have to see when that is, won't we? I don't see a problem with that, but who knows what the situation will be then?"

Cheryl shoulders seemed to relax a little and she nodded. "Okay, that's good, I mean, I can deal with that."

Meryl leaned over and put her arm on Cheryl's arm. "We'll do whatever we can for you, Cher."

Cheryl suddenly stumbled from her seat and fell weeping into Meryl's arms. They hugged and cried and I tried to hold it together. Finally they sat back and held hands. They whispered to each other for a couple of minutes and then finally parted.

When they finished, Cheryl stood up. "I really should get back. I just wanted to see two of my favorite people for a few minutes." 

All three of us stood and Cheryl hugged Meryl and then came over to me. She hesitated and wanted me to indicate that it was okay to hug me. I put out my arms and she crushed me with her hug. She wept a little and I held onto her, letting her get it out. She felt wonderful in my arms, but I was still unsure of my feelings about all of this. Meryl also teared up watching it.

We left and when we got home, the grandparents, parents of Cheryl and Meryl, were there feeding the kids. The kids were seemingly unfazed by all of this. They didn't seem to realize the gravity of the situation their mother was in.

On Wednesday morning, I was having a dream. I had been up a couple of times with different things nagging at me, but I was slowly coming awake from a dream that left me with a raging hardon. I then realized that I was being sucked! I pulled the covers back and there, staring up at me, was Meryl. She was sucking my cock and I stared for a second before trying to push her away. I succeeded in getting my conscience-less dick extracted from her mouth and she sat up. It had been so long that my dick was hard as a steel bar and protesting at the interruption of the wonderful feeling of a woman's mouth. I looked at the clock and it said 5:10.

"Meryl, what the hell are you doing?"

She looked away for a second. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just tell me what made you think this was okay? I mean, right now I'm still your twin sister's husband."

"I know. But I'm horny and, truth be told, have always had a crush on you. I told Cheryl about it the other morning and she told me to go ahead. She said that you needed some comfort and that it was okay."

I took a deep breath. "Meryl, I'm sure that Cheryl was feeling guilty and thought this might make us both feel better, but that's not what I need right now. I mean, yes, I would love to have sex with you, but I don't know where Cheryl and I are going right now and I'm confused about everything that has happened with her. I don't need to add to the confusion and difficulty by becoming involved with her sister."

"But we're not getting 'involved', we're just having sex and comforting each other."

I shook my head. "Sorry, Meryl, but I can't get my head around that right now. Please go back to your own bed."

She stood up and with the lights from the outside I could see every curve of her beautiful body, a copy of my wife. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her right now. I wanted to get even with my wife for what I considered bad judgment and having sex with five other men. I wanted to do a lot of things, but I also knew that it would be a disaster. I just stared at her as she stared back and watched me. She knew I was studying her body and she let me. 

"Good night, Meryl."

"Good night, John. You are a very good man and Cheryl knows that. If you change your mind, let me know."

"Thanks. Now go to bed."

She left and I fell back onto the bed. I was still tired, but also worked up. I decided to try to go back to sleep, but it avoided me. I finally got up and went to the den. I had an early breakfast and watched an old movie on AMC.

Chapter 9

Over the next two months things went well. Christmas came and went and I took the kids out to see their mother. They had a wonderful time and Cheryl looked great. When I told her that she beamed. I was really feeling the loneliness now. I kept a little distance between me and Cheryl. I was not sure how I was going to deal with her if she got off. I still had strong feelings for the woman, but I had watched the rest of the videos, and I now had these images burned into my memory of my wife servicing a customer and the 5 assholes who were blackmailing her. It was hard to get past it.

The trial was starting after the holidays and Jake had found a lot of evidence on the computers. He even said that the prosecutors were having a difficult time thinking about prosecuting Cheryl after all the stuff they found. Cheryl even recounted a conversation she overheard about them taking another woman up to a cabin to 'take care of her'. That led to the discovery that Fred owned a cabin up near a lake and eventually to finding a grave with a young woman's body in it. Testing had revealed it to be a woman who everyone had assumed had run off with someone, leaving her husband in the lurch. Now the truth was out and they were considering what kind of men they had and what it would look like for Jake to bring that up as part of the reason Cheryl was justified in doing what she had done. But they still wanted to bring her to trial, stating that that was not a good reason for killing them. They argued that she should have gone to the police.

The kids were starting to question more about Mom's problems since she was gone for so long. They had also heard some things from friends even though we kept the newspaper away from them. We tried to put them off, but Meryl and I had to sit them down and try to explain what blackmail was without getting into the actual acts and particulars. It went better than I thought and they seemed to understand blackmail. I told them that these evil guys had said they would hurt me and their mother and that mommy couldn't let that happen. They were actually proud of mom so I don't think they fully understood the morality of killing another person. I didn't say anything about the threat to them.

When the trial started, it took a week to select the jury. They started the prosecution's case and it didn't take long since Cheryl had confessed. They had the psychiatrist there saying she was sane, but the defense also scored points about her mental condition during the drugs and blackmail. 

After two weeks the prosecution was done and the defense presented. That took three weeks and then it went to the jury. They went out on a Wednesday afternoon. On Friday morning I got a call from Jake. The jury would be coming back in at 10am to provide their verdict. He was happy, as he felt that he had provided an excellent defense and thought that the jury would deliver a not guilty verdict on all counts. It was only 8:45 and I was dressed and the kids had been dropped off at school by Meryl. We raced to the courthouse and got there at 9:50. We parked and rushed into the courtroom. We couldn't even get close. The word was out and all the news media that had been covering it were present.

Meryl and I managed to get a little closer and could at least see in the courtroom. The trial was not on TV, so we couldn't watch it any other way. Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion and everyone in the courtroom started murmuring. The judge quieted them down and was speaking, but I heard nothing. Then he slammed his gavel down, stood up and left, and the courtroom erupted. There was yelling, celebrating, and the news people were pressing closer and closer. We were shoved back against a wall and decided we had to just wait it out. 

Finally, after about 45 minutes, some of the news reporters left and some folks started streaming out of the courtroom. Meryl and I waited for the bulk to pass and shoved our way past the remaining folks to make our way to the defense position. I could see Cheryl sitting there in her chair crying. That could have meant bad news, but Jake was grinning from ear to ear and shaking hands with some folks. That meant that they could only be tears of joy and it was good news.

Jake smiled broadly at us and shook our hands. He was so happy. It was as he suspected, he got her off on all counts and she was going to be a free woman. I didn't know what that was going to mean to 'us' and our home life. Meryl seemed to sense this and prodded me with her elbow. I walked forward and Cheryl looked up as she saw feet approach her. She saw me and launched herself into my arms, sobbing. I held her and she finally looked up at me, concern written all over her face. 

"Can I come home?"

"Yes."

She crushed me as she whispered thank you several times.

And so it came to this. Meryl picked up Cheryl from the police department after they out-processed her and brought her home. I stood in the living room with my two children who were as jittery and jumpy as I had ever seen them. We had all visited Cheryl several times, but they were so anxious to have their mother back that they couldn't sit down. Instead, they took turns manning the front window, waiting for Meryl's car. 

Meryl's car had barely hit the front of the driveway when Natalie, the sentry of the moment yelled 'Mother' and rushed to the door, Ted on her heels. They rushed out and Cheryl barely had her door open before she had two barnacles attached to her. Cheryl was in tears and Meryl was, too, watching this scene. I might have been, also, but my mind was already focused on how we were going to handle this arrangement until we divorced -- if we divorced. I was still not clear what I was going to do. It was impossible to make a decision. I was completely stuck.

It took several minutes for the kids to let Cheryl get into the house and when she did, she walked over to me with trepidation in her eyes. I knew she was concerned about how the kids would react, so I opened my arms and let her hug me. She did. She hugged me for a long time and the kids also wrapped themselves around us for a group hug. Cheryl finally pulled back and whispered to me.

"Thank you. I love you and will support whatever decision you make."

I just nodded.

The rest of the day was taken up with the kids peppering Cheryl with all kinds of questions. She patiently answered them all, obscuring things she didn't want them to know.

We let them stay up late and then they were exhausted by 11. I put Natalie to bed and Cheryl took Ted. When we came out of their rooms, Cheryl walked tentatively toward me. 

"Where am I sleeping?"

I looked at the floor. I felt like a shit, but I couldn't be with her right now. "In the guest bedroom."

She nodded. "I'll just get what I need out of our -- I mean, your, room." 

I followed her in there and she got what she needed. She turned to me. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Yes."

Looking very meek she looked around the room. "Can I leave my clothes in here and come in here every morning to dress? I don't want to have to tell the children that we are apart for a while yet."

I didn't see any reason why this wouldn't be alright. "Sure."

"Thanks." She wrung her hands a couple of times around the items she was clutching and then fled the room.

It made me stop and think about where we were going. I thought about my life, her life, and our kids' lives. What was it I wanted? Could I get past what had happened to her? I wasn't a saint; I was just flesh and blood. It had shocked and angered me and had shaken my trust in Cheryl a little. 

But then I reminded myself that it didn't happen to me, but to Cheryl. What about her? Could she get past it? I was standing there thinking about this for several minutes when I heard Cheryl's door close. Shit! I still loved this woman. Why couldn't I make up my mind? Either shit or get off the pot, as my dad would have said. I just couldn't make up my mind.

Saturday, Cheryl wanted to take the kids to their soccer games by herself and be with them after having missed so much time. She did and I relaxed and thought about our predicament some more. After a few minutes of this, Meryl came into the room. 

"What are you doing?"

She asked because I was sitting there in the dining room doing nothing, just thinking about the situation.

"Nothing." Standard answer.

"What are you going to do about your marriage?"

I looked up sharply and she took it the way I meant, as a non-verbal rebuke for sticking her nose into our marriage. 

"Sorry." She left the room.

When Cheryl got home I was sitting in the kitchen and things were not right. Apparently, some parents behind her had whispered about her exploits and the word slut was thrown around. The kids didn't hear it, but they said it loud enough for Cheryl. She was livid and stomped around being angry until she finally ran out of energy and stood near the kitchen table. She stared at me. "This is what I was afraid of."

"I know."

She blew up. "That's all you have to say? I know? What the fuck, John!" She put her hand up to her mouth as soon as she realized she had dropped an f-bomb with the children home. "Sorry."

I looked up at her. "If you knew it would happen, why did you go to the game?"

She sat down hard. "I forgot. I was just so happy to be back with the kids. I wanted to enjoy their unbridled zest for life and bask in their innocence. Is that wrong?"

I smiled. "No, it's not wrong. You are just dealing with jealous, narrow-minded, assholes. That's all."

She looked pointedly at me. "And at home?"

It startled me a little. It had been a while since Cheryl had been the strong-willed woman I fell in love with and married. "Well, I'm not narrow-minded."

She laughed. The first one I had heard in a while. She knew my penchant for this. Whenever someone said somebody was three or four negative things I would pick one and say, well at least that person is not 'whatever', leaving the others hanging by omission. She suddenly got serious again. "Sorry I reacted like that. I shouldn't have dropped that at home with the children around."

I gave her a small smile. "Yes, but that was the Cheryl I know."

She chuckled. "Yeah, maybe. Well, I'm going up to lay down and sleep. I haven't slept much in the last few months." 

She left and I smiled to myself. That was definitely the woman I loved. I walked upstairs and checked on her after about 15 minutes and she was sleeping soundly. I continued to think about what I wanted out of my life. Fuck! This was starting to wear on me, but I also realized it must be completely freaking Cheryl out.

Chapter 10

During the next week, there was a meeting with my lawyer and the company lawyers about the lawsuit we had brought against them. My lawyer, Ronald Mason, had told me that we had a 99% chance of scoring big with them. They had found that the individuals involved had used the company's resources to correspond, set up the dates/times of the meeting, and even used it to do research on employees with wives they wanted to blackmail. It was a disaster for them and we meant to take advantage of it. 

We all sat down and I tried to be calm, but my anger went up as soon as I saw the representatives from my old company. I didn't know them, but they had become the enemy. There were three of them and the leader spoke first.

"We've reviewed your lawsuit for five million dollars and are willing to make an offer. After a discussion on the fault that should be born by the company, we feel that it is reasonable to offer two million dollars."

My lawyer started to speak, but my anger got the best of me. "Hold on just a minute. My lawyer has taken me through the law on this. You guys are liable big time. On top of that, the company has 10,000 employees and revenue of ten billion dollars. You are going to tell me that after four members of the company used it to do what they have done that all you can offer me something that has no impact on the company at all? This is supposed to hurt. You guys need to feel pain. If that is the only offer you have, then I can guarantee that we will take it to court and drag your name through the mud until everyone thinks you guys are nothing but scum. Our lawsuit is now for six million dollars." 

I have to give this guy credit, he was smooth. He didn't bat an eye at my little speech. "I will have to confer with the CEO, new COO, and my colleagues about this."

I stared at him and looked at my watch. "You have 30 minutes. In 30 minutes the demand and lawsuit go up a million dollars." I looked at my watch. It was 1pm. "It will go up a million every 30 minutes until 5pm at which time any settlement will be moot. I'm going to the kitchen to get something to drink. Let me know your answer." I stood up and strode into the small office kitchen to get a Diet Pepsi. My lawyer followed me.

He patted me on the back lightly. "Nicely done. I have never seen anyone handle that so well. I knew we could go for more, but I pushed for you to start at 5 million because I thought it would be easy to get them to agree. When they didn't and you upped the ante, it was perfect. They know they are stuck now. They don't want to go to trial, no matter what. Well done!" He started chuckling.

He returned to his office and I stayed in the kitchen while the company lawyers called the company leadership and discussed the situation. I finished the Diet Pepsi and was sitting there when my lawyer came back in. "They're calling for us." I looked at my watch. It was 1:45.

We entered and the lead lawyer was sitting there, he looked calm, but his eyes betrayed his anger. "The company has agreed to six million."