Storiesonline.net ------- The Trouble With Tim by Barneyr Copyright© 2012 by Barneyr ------- Description: A typical cheating wife story with revenge upon both of the cheaters. It's unusual because of the circumstances that happen after the knowledge. Codes: MF cons mc het cheat ------- I am sitting in this library, trying to write a letter to my wife to explain why I'm no longer at home. I received the sad news two weeks ago. Well, that's not totally true. I suspected something when she came home late a month ago, went right to the bedroom, and showered before coming down to supper. I later noticed her panties in the hamper when I went to throw my own underwear in. I noticed something shiny, and I picked her panties up and could see something crusty in the gusset. I sniffed and smelled the odor of dried cum. That's when I started to worry. Why would she have crusty panties when we hadn't made love since last night? It was too fresh to have come from me after all that time. Who could it be from? She had to have cheated on me with someone tonight, but with whom? I wracked my mind trying to think of who it could be. Was it someone that she worked with? I know most of the guys she works with are very happily married. Is it someone new? Who could it be? I spend a very sleepless night after seeing the evidence of her cheating. Shelly was snuggled to my back, spooned to me, just like always, but I was awake most of the night, trying to think of what I had done to drive her away from me and our family. I fell asleep around five, out of sheer exhaustion, tears still streaming down my cheeks, and soaking the pillow. I heard the alarm shortly afterward and reluctantly got up to try to start the day. I went and woke the children while she showered again. I guessed that she needed to wash the stink of betrayal off her body, but it was too late for that; I already knew. I had to try to pull myself together, if for no other reason than to protect the children. I tried very hard to act normally, but it is an onerous chore to act normally when your heart has been torn asunder by an act as cruel as a cheating spouse. It finally hit me as I was driving into work that morning. I knew the only person who could command such secrecy from her. It had to be Tim; I could think of no one else that could have the kind of hold over Shelly that Tim could command. She once told me that she didn't know how or why, but he always knew how to get to her. She was never as happy as when his parents told her that he had moved to the West Coast after college. Who else would she cheat on me with? No one, I thought, but then I never thought that she would cheat on me. How naive of me. Once I had decided that, I needed to know more, I called my good friend and lawyer, James Goodman. I had met James in middle school, and we became fast friends. He became a family law attorney, and he did our living wills, powers of attorney, and set up the college funds for our children's future, as a favor to me. "How are you, Jim?" "How the heck are you, Rob? Are you just touching base since I haven't heard from you in a while, or is there trouble brewing and you needing my expert assistance?" "It's the latter this time, Jim. I think that Shelly is cheating on me, and I think I know who with, as well." I explained my discovery and my concerns. I gave him some background about Shelly and Timothy Dorsett. I asked if he knew of a good PI that I could contact; someone discrete, but very thorough. He said he had just the man and he would let me know. "Please let me handle everything, Rob; you just try to keep it together long enough for me to find out what's really going on. Can you promise me that much?" "This is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do, Jim. I can't promise anything, but I'll try, and I owe you big on this one, Jim." "Not hardly; I still owe you plenty after what you did for me and my family out at Hamilton Pool that day." "Can't you ever forget about that, Jim? I just did what anyone else would do, I didn't do anything special." "Nothing special; you were the only one who dove off that cliff to save my stupid sister when she hit the rocks by diving in the wrong spot. If you hadn't acted as quickly as you did, she would have drowned before any of us could have gotten to her. I don't think we can ever be even after that. Now you just hold it together for a few more days, Rob, and I'll get everything I can on this Timothy and Shelly. Call me anytime you need to talk, and I mean that. Now let me get to work and you go chill." "Thanks, Jim, I'll try." I sat at my desk, holding my head in my hands, and finally let loose. I cried like a baby; I couldn't help it. I love Shelly so much; she and our children are my life. How could I go on without her? I would have to try. I'm sure that the courts would take the children away from me if I tried to keep them. They are still very biased toward the woman, even today. The courts a man will throw him in jail if doesn't pay child support or alimony, which I think is stupid. How can a man repay the ex if he is in jail and not working? It makes no damn sense at all. Turn it around though, and the courts do nothing if the ex-wife isn't paying. Sure you can go back to court, pay all that extra money for the lawyers, court costs, and all they might do is issue a judgment and it dies there. It's so unfair. After an hour of feeling sorry for myself, Amy Prior, my PA, buzzed me with a problem that needed my attention. I said I would get right on it and went into the restroom down the hall, washed my face, and tried to do what I knew best; work and solve problems. My name is Robert Sampson, and I'm 36 years old, six-one, and about 195 lbs now. I try to keep fit with exercise and martial arts. I have dark brown hair that is starting to turn a little grey at the temples. I'm the IT manager for my company, and the next step up is Director of Data Services, but that as far as I'll go. We live comfortably. Shelly is also 36, about five-seven, and 110 lbs. She has a slight middle-age belly pooch that some women get after three children and many years of marriage, but she is as beautiful to me now as the day I met her. Shelly was such a lonely girl when I first met her in college. She had thrown herself into her studies so that her parents' hard-earned money wouldn't be wasted, but she was heartbroken. She had let her appearance go, and she dressed like an urchin. No makeup, no fancy dresses, just jeans and big blouses or baggy shirts. Her hair was dirty and unkempt when I first saw her in the library. She almost stank with body odor, and yet I saw something inside of her that I loved. Something I could cherish if it was brought to the surface. From that day on, I felt I had to help her become the beautiful woman I could see hiding inside that tough outer shell. I could see the vulnerable treasure inside. I kept trying to talk to her. I followed her almost everywhere, and she finally relented to talk to me. She slowly came out of her shell during that semester, and I thought that she saw a light at the end of the tunnel of despair that she was encased in. Shelly is much as she was when we met, well except for her hygiene, demeanor, and dress. The beauty that I saw inside her is now shining out so everyone can see what I saw that day. But back to then; she finally relented to a date; more to get rid of me than for any other reason, I think. I was the happiest and proudest man in the world to have her on my arm. True, she had not convinced herself that she was beautiful yet, but I didn't care. She went out with me, and I rejoiced to the heavens that my angel had arisen from the dark clutches of hell and granted me an audience. I truly fell head over heels in love with her that night, and I have never wavered since. Well, not until I found those panties last night. I have never once doubted that our love was strong enough to withstand the test of time during the whole fifteen years we have been together. We became a couple by the end of our junior year. I knew she was the one for me by Thanksgiving of that year, and I asked for her hand in front of her whole family. I had asked her father for her hand earlier in the day, and he gladly granted it. He did warn me about Timothy, but I dismissed it as past history since he was out of the picture. I knew nothing of her love for Timothy, and she never said anything until after I asked her to marry me. When we got back to the dorm on Friday, she explained how long she and Tim were together, about the breakup, and I rejoiced that he was now a part of her past. I now know that was a wrong decision on my part. When we wed after graduation, I was sure that there was never a man as happy as I was. I had the love of my life, someone I just knew would be with me forever, and we could grow old together watching our children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren grow up to be great people. We both were able to get great jobs in our fields; Shelly as an accountant, and later a CPA, at Harris and Associates. I found my niche in computers, working for Saunders Manufacturing. We were blessed with our son, Robert Junior, a year after we were married. We had Stephanie two years later, and Jason came along five years after that. She said that was enough, and we decided to have her tubes tied. I was more than willing to undergo the knife rather than her, but she insisted that she would get it done since they were going to be there in the vicinity anyway. I now wonder if she somehow knew what would come later and wanted to be prepared. The years have been kind to us, and here we are both successful in our fields; her as chief accountant at Harris, and me as the IT manager at Saunders, but now comes the part I hate. Shelly started traveling about a year ago, and I think that she met Tim again on one of her trips. That's the only explanation I could come up with. I threw myself into my work to get through this, and then when I got home; it was for my life with our children. I didn't ignore Shelly, but it was really hard to interact with her like I had before I knew the awful truth of her betrayal. In bed later that night, Shelly asked, "Rob, Honey, what's wrong? You seem to be troubled; is there anything I can do for you?" "Shell, it's just some trouble at work, this new product line is causing problems. The machines won't talk to the computers, and the software is real garbage. It won't properly interface with the machines, and nothing is getting done like it should. I guess we are going to have to rewrite all the software; either that or throw it all away as a bad investment." "Oh, Rob, I know that you can figure it out. That's why they promoted you to your position. You can solve this; just think about it and the answer on how to fix this problem will come to you and make it go away. You just rest here in my arms and I will make all your troubles go away." "Thanks, Baby, you're too good for me." Boy, it took an awful lot of willpower not to throw the real reason I was down in the dumps back at her. I never knew that I had the knack to lie and act like that. It was all I could do not to shiver and shake with the disgust and grief that she was causing me, let alone lay here in her lying, cheating arms and pretend to love her. I would rather cut my own arm or leg off to escape the trap of her supposed love for me. God, who does she think she is? I know what she is; she is a lying, cheating slut of a wife. Sure, she has given me fifteen years of happiness, but then how does she repay that love and happiness? She shits on me with this loser, Tim. It might have been out of habit or maybe even exhaustion, but whatever; I drifted off to sleep in her arms and slept the whole night through. Shelly wasn't in our bed when I awoke, but I heard her in the bathroom. I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was time to start another day. I got up, woke RJ, Steffie, and Jason, and started them out on their new day. Shelly was finished in the bathroom when I came back into the master suite, so I immediately went to shower and get ready for another day of misery and shame. Yes, shame, shame that someone would soon know all the intimate details about my life with Shelly. Everyone would know that I couldn't keep my wife satisfied either at home or in the bedroom. They would find the ugly details that Shelly created when she decided to cuckold me and shit on her family. This was supposed to be something private, but it was now just someone's dirty laundry. I really hoped that it didn't become public knowledge. Of course, knowing Jim, nothing would be said, but the implication was there that I couldn't keep my wife happy at home. Why else would she stray? When I got downstairs this morning, I couldn't look at Shelly like I always had in the past. The anger inside me was too fresh, too raw. I said, "No breakfast for me today; I need to get right to work. I think I may have a solution to my problem. See you all tonight, love ya," and I left. I left without kissing my kids or my wife for the very first time ever. I may just have screwed up everything. Shell is going to worry about that last bit; no breakfast and no kisses. God, I hope that I haven't really screwed the pooch this time. My carelessness may just cause her to think and stop her cheating. Only time will tell. Once at work, I really did have a problem with some new software that we had purchased, it wasn't performing as advertised. I sat down in my conference room with my programmers and dissected the software. We broke it down to the very program itself and started going through it code line by code line. We were about halfway through when I noticed something that didn't look quite right. I waited to see if anyone else spotted it. Not half a minute later, Jeff, my head programmer, said, "Rob, I think I found it. It's in line 65 on page 623." "Good catch, Jeff, I see what it is, but I'm unsure of what it's supposed to be. Dig a little deeper and see if you can find what it should be. "I'll call the supplier and see if they know of a fix for this, or if they even know it's there." Once we had found the first problem, Jeff led Scotty and Sandra in looking to see what the software programmers were trying to accomplish. In the meantime, I called the developer and asked if they had had any complaints about their new software. I got the standard answer that I always get when we have problems. It's not their fault that our machines don't properly interface with their software. The software has been tested and there have been no complaints. I hung up on them thinking we would have to solve our own problems and rewrite the program to do what's intended. The bosses were trying to save some money by getting off the shelf programs for certain common component parts that we made. While I had the conversation, Jeff and his programmers had found seven additional problems. Enough was enough; I called the developer back and told them that we would cancel the orders for the other fourteen copies of the software that we needed for this operation, and we would be either buying our software elsewhere, or developing our own in future. I then called Marie Castillo in purchasing and told her to cancel the order number BH-2395437X. We had found several severe problems with the initial copy they sent for our evaluation. I did ask if Marie knew of any other companies that could have made an order for that software. "Rob, Gary Eastern over at Holland Manufacturing called and asked if we had experienced any problems with it, and I said I didn't think so. He said to give him a call if we did. He is their purchasing rep that I talk to all the time. Do you need his number, Rob?" "Sure, give it to me, but I have Marshall Thompson's number and he is my counterpart over there." Marie gave me Gary's number and I called him. He, in turn, said that I really should talk to Marshall. Holland was a company that manufactured much the same as we did here, and we were competitors to some extent, but only on a few items. They were based out of Dallas, whereas we were based out of Austin, well Round Rock, but we say Austin because most people don't have a clue where Round Rock is. We both manufactured piece parts for large and super large earthmoving equipment, graders, dump trucks, and even some of the parts for drilling rigs and platforms, although a lot of that is slow these days. That was my next call, and as the day went, between Marshall, his programmers, our programmers, and me, we found all the errors, wrote fixes that both of us could use, and we had a working program when I left at seven that night. I had called Shell at work telling her I would be home late and she could hear the conference going on in the background behind me. When I dragged my tired body home, Shelly was in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher. I collapsed in a kitchen chair and asked if there were any leftovers. She dropped what she was doing, reached into the refrigerator, got a plate from the dishwasher, fixed me some leftover shepherd's pie, and nuked it in the microwave for me. I went to the upper cupboard and got my bottle of Tullamore Dew, poured myself almost two fingers in a glass, and put a couple of ice cubes in to cool it down. Two small things that I did gave Shelly a clue that I was not only tired, but I was angry and not in any mood for friendliness tonight. I was to be left alone. The two things: one was the two fingers for the first drink, and the second was that I didn't put the bottle back in the cupboard. She knew from past experience that tonight was a night to give me the space that I wanted and leave me alone. This all stemmed from a night we both want to forget about, which happened five or six years ago. We were having a real problem with a computer virus that was morphing from one symptom to another each time we encountered it. It was driving me and all of us in the IT department nuts. I was still a programming supervisor, the job that Jeff has now. Anyway, we had been working on this problem for the better part of a week and thought we had it solved. It morphed again just before I left for the day. God, I was fit to be tied. I came home and Shelly was busy helping Steffie with some homework. I interrupted her and Steffie, and said, "I need some food and a drink. If you get the food, I'll get the drink, then you can go back to your tutoring. I'll be in the kitchen waiting." I went back downstairs to get my bottle and a glass. I didn't even bother with the ice tonight. I poured two fingers and drained the glass. I was just pouring another two fingers into the glass about five minutes later, and Shell said, "Rob, I know you've had a rough week, but that is no excuse to talk to me like that, especially in front of the children. You need to apologize to both me and Stephanie." "Shelly, my dear wife; from now on, when you hear or see me reach for my whiskey right when I come home from work, do not mess with me, just obey my barks and treat me like a rabid dog until I can get over the stress and problem I have of the moment. Is that understood? I will apologize to you in front of Steffie after I have calmed down, and not before, okay? Now for some food, I don't even care what it is, I just need some food." I poured another two fingers and stared at the glass, taking slow sips. Shelly stared at me, and she saw the fire and desperation in my eyes and my face when I looked up. She also saw the anger that was there that she mistakenly thought was at her, but wasn't. There has been only about three more times since then that I have come home and grabbed my Dew before I even said hello. Shelly and the kids have always given me room and kind of walked on eggshells when I was in this mood. I did apologize to both Shelly and Stephanie about an hour later that fateful night. I think I had solved my problem at work by then. This time it was a combination of things that had me going to my security blanket. My Dew wasn't really a security blanket; it was what I turned to when I needed to think really hard about a problem that looked totally insurmountable. For those doubting Thomas's out there, this bottle I was pouring from is the very same bottle from five or six years ago. The blend of Irish whiskeys in Tullamore Dew never seems to go bad, and with the taste and its medicinal properties, it's the medicine that I reach for when things get so rough that I can't cope with them any normal way. This bottle was a gift from my father on our first anniversary. He said he still had the first jug that he bought when he was stationed in England back in 1974. He said that it came in an old ceramic jug when he bought it. He has put another bottle into his jug once since then, but he said it was medicine and only to be used when absolutely necessary. He said that 'when things look hopeless and totally out of control, pour a finger or two, contemplate the problem, and you'll soon find the answer.' He was right, so now I had to contemplate my problems. First, could we fix the error in the program? If so, Marshall and I would create a new program from the two botched programs that we had received from the developer and we go from there, but did we want to patent the program and sell it to others who had the same problem we had encountered. The funny thing was that the program worked perfectly with our older Hass ST 30 and ST40 CNC machines, but it crapped out on the newer ES-5 machines. So it had to do with changing from three axes to four axes machines. That's it, it is not accepting the fourth axis commands, or it's getting confused with that part of the program. Okay, one problem solved. Now for the real problem of Shelly and her lover; I'm just not sure what I can do to solve that problem right now. I guess I need to put it on the back burner until I get more information. By the time I had finished eating, I had come to the conclusion that I would have to wait to find out what's really happening. I tried to be a loving spouse now and act like I normally did, and since my adopting a wait and see attitude, I felt that I could cope with things with Shelly until I knew for sure. I went upstairs, showered, changed into my robe and silky shorts, and came back down to veg out in front of the TV. I didn't have to fake tiredness tonight, and Shelly cuddled with me and held me on the couch. I got a real surprise when we went upstairs to bed. Shelly was in thigh-high stockings and her six inch CMF heels. She had left me to close the house up and check on the kids, so when I arrived she had fixed her hair such that it was all spread out and fluffy, and she had a touch of makeup on, giving her a glow, and you could almost see the heat emanating from her body like you would by looking at a mirage in the desert. She took charge and had me stripped and in bed in a thrice. She then began by kissing me from my head and working toward my toes. About the time she got to my stomach, I asked, "To what do I owe this treatment? Is there anything special that you are making up for?" Damn, I think I might have blown again; I will have to be ever vigilant about what I say to Shell. She looked deep into my eyes, and with lust in her heart and voice, she replied, "You came home tonight very worried about something, but you took your medicine and you're all better now, so I thought you could use a treat tonight. Don't you want this?" "Shell, I was just surprised; it's been a while since I got this kind of treatment, so I wondered, that's all." "Since I get this kind of treatment almost every week, I thought it was my turn to do a little payback, so lay back and relax or this won't work." "Yes, Dear." What could I say, no? Not on your life. I usually treated Shelly with this kind of loving at least once every other week, if not once a week, when we could have a lot of time together. Due to my interruption, Shell started back kissing my lips and slowly moved down my body. My face, my neck, then down my chest to my nipples. My God, I never knew just how sensitive a man's nipples are. Shell kissed, sucked on, and nipped at my nipples, then proceeded southward. She skipped over the interesting bit that was now hard as a steel rod and jumped over to my thighs, down to my knees. There she concentrated on just my left leg and kissed her way to my toes. She licked and sucked on each toe in turn, and I was very thankful that I had showered before coming to bed. She now started back up the other leg and things got very interesting. I was almost coming by the time she came back to my middle. She licked the whole length of my shaft, starting at the root and finishing up running her tongue around the helmet. I couldn't take it anymore, so when she opened her mouth to lick the top, I hunched up, sank a couple of inches into her mouth, and blew my load. Shelly choked on the first salvo, but managed to swallow the rest of my offering and suck the dregs from me before I fainted. I was only out for a few seconds, but wow. That had never happened before. Well sure, Shell had treated me with this kind of treatment before, but I had never fainted before. That was a first for me. Now I had made Shell faint several times in the past, just last week, in fact, when I had given her the same treatment she was giving me tonight. So what was different tonight from all the other nights? I have no idea. Maybe because I had made the decision that I would have to live with what Jim's PI found. I would decide what my plan of action was depending upon what they found out. I had to give them time to discover what they could, then I would act. Shell kept up the sucking on my cock, and I was soon ready for more. She then swiped my cock head between her lower lips, then sat on me, and sank down on me, all in one stroke. It was then like a long distance run, or more like a horse race. She posted on me, rode me hard, and put me up wet. I was exhausted when I finally came for the second time tonight. Shell lay on top of me, kissed my lips, and told me, "I love you and only you, Rob. I am so glad that you are my husband and one and only love." I would have normally said that she was lying through her teeth, given the evidence I found the other night, but I know when Shelly is sincere and she was right then. If I hadn't known Shelly so well after fifteen years, I could maybe think that was a lie, but not the way she said it. I could catch her in any lie she told because she never looked directly into my eyes when she lied. She would start out looking directly at me, then her eyes would veer away when she got to the lie, and focus back on my eyes after the lie. I don't think she consciously even thought about it. I think that lying caused her subconscious to make her flinch or make her look away during a lie. I had found her out several times with little white lies or lies of omission over the years, but I could see the love in her eyes when she told me she loved me and only me tonight. Her eyes stayed looking directly at me. I had to believe that she did love me and only me. So who, what, how, or why had she cheated, and yet still love only me was a mystery. That had to wait for another time, as I was drifting off to sleep and some much needed rest. I awoke much rested the next day, and I heard back from James a week later. It seemed that Shelly and Tim met two times since M. Falcon Investigations was on the job. Once was on Saturday morning before Shelly went to her normal hair appointment, and the other was at lunch on Wednesday afternoon. She went to Tim's apartment, not three blocks from their office, both times. My suspicions were correct; it was Timothy Reese, Shelly's former lover and her now current lover, as well. I paid Jim his money and told him to start the divorce paperwork for infidelity, and I would let him know when to file. I went to see Tim and I asked him what it would take for him to leave the area and never bother Shelly again. He claimed that he really loved her, she loved him, and that he would only leave with Shelly. I offered him $150,000 to leave; he turned me down flat. I said thank you for at least seeing me, and that I would probably see him again. He laughed and said I was a wimp to just walk away from the only woman I ever loved, but that she was his woman now and would never be mine again. I steeled myself to stay calm and left him there. I knew that I would make sure that I saw him at least once more. I vowed that Tim would suffer for his arrogance and for taking my Shelly away from me. I couldn't do anything at the time, but it would happen. Tonight was another whiskey night but only one finger this time. I tried to distance myself from Shell, but I talked with the kids and played a video game with them on the x-box. When our children headed for bed I took my drink into the den, there I contemplated my fate and that of one Timothy Dorsett. I locked up about eleven and went up to bed. When Shell tried to cuddle with me I shrugged her off and moved to the edge of the bed. "Rob, what's the matter, did I do something wrong?" "I don't know, did you do something wrong? I'm just not in the mood to cuddle tonight." "Fine then, two can play that game," she huffily said. It wasn't long, before I fell asleep; maybe my medicine helped. I got up and started my routine when the alarm went off this morning; however Shell still wasn't up when I came back into the bedroom. I left Shelly there on the bed that morning and never looked back. I told the children that their mom was sick and that they needed to be quiet, and go to school and behave. I called Harris when I got to work and talked with Shell's supervisor, Karen Woods. I explained that Shell had come down with something last night, was in no shape to come to work today, and might not tomorrow, all depending on her health. Karen sympathized with me and said that Charlie, her husband, had come down with a bug like that just last weekend. She asked that I pass her sympathy along to Shelly and for her to stay at home as long as she needed. Her work would either wait for her or be handled by someone else. "Karen, is there a Tim Dorsett that works there?" "No," Karen paused, "He works for Landry and Associates, and transferred from their office in Dallas. He works with Shelly on several accounts that both our companies have as clients. Is there a problem? Why would you ask about him?" "Karen, I think he has seduced Shelly. They were an item back in high school and college. He broke up with her and I think he wants her back. I can't be sure, but something is different with Shelly and has been for about two months." "Rob, if there is even the possibility of that, I will request that he never come back here for collaboration with us again. I'm so sorry, Rob, I never knew. They see each other either here or over at Landry about once a week. I'll put a stop to that right now." "Karen, please don't spread this around, but I do know that they have been intimate and I would hate to initiate a lawsuit against your company for alienation of affections due to them working together so closely. Had Shell ever said anything to you about not wanting to work with Tim?" "Now that you mention it, Shelly went to Dallas about six months ago, and she transferred the accounts from there to one of her other CPAs when she came back. I thought it was funny, but she said that you didn't like her to travel so much. I said I understood and authorized the changes. Oh my God, she met Tim up there and didn't want anything to do with him, and I pushed her into working with him down here. Oh God, I'm so sorry, Rob, this never would have happened if I had known. Why didn't Shell come to me when I first put them together?" "Karen, Tim has this hold on her, almost hypnotic or programmed into her mind, and he controls her. He has since they met in school. I really am sorry that you have been privy to my mess, Karen, but I needed to know some answers. Thank you and please say nothing about this to anyone, not even to Shelly. I don't want her to know I know about it for now." "It goes no further than between the two of us, Rob. I wish you the very best and hope you two can settle this without a bloody mess." "Thanks, Karen, I hope the same thing." I hung up then and knew more than I did before. Now, I needed to work something out about this mess to end this trouble with Tim, once and for all. He couldn't be bribed; maybe he needed a little reminder about who the husband was, and who the interloper was. But the question was how to do it without me being suspected? The bigger question is what am I going to do about Shell, me, and the children. Shell would be able to keep the children, of that I had no doubt, but could I live without them? No, that was a given; if I left the home by divorce, I would take my children with me. But did I have to divorce her cheating ass? Yes, I could, but then I would be the bad guy and take the children, the courts would label me as a kidnapper and be after me forever. I would have to think about this hard and long. It was again a two finger night when I got home that night. Shell and the children left me alone to contemplate our fate. I made my decision about one in the morning, while I was on the couch in the den again. It was to leave her and take the children too. I knew some friends who could make me and the children disappear. We would have new last names, and a place to call home, far away from here. They would make sure that everything was set in place when we left. The easy part was finally complete; the plan was made and I just needed execute it. ------- My Dearest Darling Wife; This isn't going to be a long e-mail letter to you, but I do hope you read the whole thing through before you just dismiss it as a joke. This letter is sent to inform you I know about Tim. I have had a long talk with the man, and he has decided to leave this area and live elsewhere. I know this was a very hard decision for him, but once I talked to him and explained our situation, he has decided to leave you alone forever. I know that you and Timothy had a long history before you met me. According to him, it was a long and troubled history. You met in fifth grade and you and he were neighbors of sorts. He lived four doors down the street from you, and other than Audrey across the street from you; you were the only children your age on the whole street. I know that Tim was your first love and first sexual encounter. Not only did Tim own your heart, he took the most precious gift that you can give a man; he took your virginity too. He explained that you have given each of your virginities to him many years later. He said that it took him quite some time before you finally relented to go out with him instead of your girlfriends that Friday evening two months ago. That is when our marriage ended, and I'm sure you knew it, even if you didn't consciously recognize it. But that's when it happened. I know he got you drunk that first night, but he said he never had to again after that night; you willingly went to him. I'm not sure I believe him, but you went back. According to him, you went to him not only on the Friday nights out with the girls, but for a quickie several times during and after work before coming home to your stupid, trusting, cuckolded husband. I finally suspected something a month ago when you came home late, went right to the bedroom, and showered before coming down to supper. I later noticed your panties in the hamper when I went to throw my own underwear in there. I noticed something wet and I picked your panties up and could see a crusty something in them. I sniffed and smelled the smell of dried cum. That's when I started to worry. You never told me Tim was in town, but I somehow suspected that he was. Who else would you cheat on me with? No one, I thought, but then I thought you would never cheat on me. How naive of me. I contacted my lawyer the next day, and he, in turn, contacted his PI. I now have photos, videos, and audio tapes of your trysts over the past three weeks. I have to say, you are much more adventurous with him than you are with me. My God, anal with him? I really thought that you hated it when we tried it many years ago. You only let me try it once, and I didn't even penetrate you but an inch before you said no more. It seemed like he somehow ended up in your ass every session you had with him. My biggest concern is why didn't you come to me and tell me about Tim when you first saw him up in Dallas? I like to think I would have been able to help you be strong enough to resist him. I never would have allowed you to go to him alone. I think the fact that you couldn't trust me with this information was the biggest hurt. Why did you think I would not understand if he tried to insinuate himself back into your life? Why did you have to try to do this alone? I thought we were a team, us against the world. But I now see that was not the case; you tried to go it alone and look at where it got you. When I stopped by two days ago, Tim reluctantly departed and will never be a bother to you again. He has assured me that he will not contact you again, ever. I think he will keep his word to me this time. Well, this is all over for me, the children and I will not be home when you come home today. You will be getting the divorce papers soon, or you may have already received them, depending upon when you read this e-mail. I have left you enough money to live on, and the house is now yours. I could never live there again; there are too many memories, and there is that night I worked late and you took the children next door so that Tim had his way with you on our bed and the couch, and oh yes, also the kitchen table too. My God, Dear, you were such a slut for him. I guess this is goodbye, my love. I expect you'll try to find us, but it will be a wasted effort. This e-mail address will only be good for a week then it will be as gone as your husband and your children. I hate to take them from their grandparents, both yours and mine, but this has to be. We can't be around a slut like you anymore. RJ at thirteen has said that he hopes you rot in hell for what you did to this family. He knows, and so does Stephanie. Jason, at six, is still too young to know anything other than Mommy is gone. Mommy did a bad thing and she had to go away. Goodbye, my love. Robert ------- Shelly's Answer: Oh my God, Robert, you have no idea how sorry I am about this whole sordid affair. Yes, you're right, I am a slut for Tim. I have always been a slut for him. I tried my best to make him stay away from me when I saw him again. I made sure that I never went back to Dallas for any conferences or audits. I turned anything to do with that firm over to another male accountant. Three months ago, I got a phone call at work and it was Tim, he was in town and wanted to see me. I tried, I really, truly tried to keep him at bay, but I let him talk me into one night out. As you may now know, he drugged me and got me so drunk that I didn't know what I was doing, but everything came rushing back to me when it was all over. He didn't tell you about the drugging, did he? How about my hate for him, and my shame in what I had done to you and my children. I don't know how or why, but I did it when he asked me to meet him again. I went to him like a lovesick idiot. He treated me like his own personal slut, just like before in high school and college. He has some hold over me that I can't break, I have no idea what it is, but it is strong, stronger than my love for you. I should have told you as soon as I saw him, but I was so afraid you would do what you are doing. I didn't know if our love could withstand his assault. I think I now know that I wouldn't be where I am today if I had brought my concerns to you. I like to think that we would still be together. I am truly sorry for all this mess and I will be the one to leave. The children should not lose their grandparents. I will sell the house and move away. I can get a job almost anywhere. There have been several firms that have tried to lure me away before, I'll try the one in Memphis. They are a good firm and I hope that Tim doesn't find me there. Oh, how I will miss you and the kids. I don't know how I will live with this mistake, but I must. If I can't, then I will most likely kill myself. If you thought I was in hell before in college, I'm now in an even darker and deeper hell. I have not only lost the love of my life, I have lost my most precious children, and they were my utmost joy. We made them together, loved them together, and we watched them grow from little babies into beautiful children, soon to be young adults. I will miss them each and every day, but I will miss the love of a good man most of all, much better than I deserved. I will pray that you and they will be safe from harm and that you find someone new who will be able to put your life back together again without this cheating slut you married. I signed the papers as soon as I read your letter. I was in a meeting when your e-mail came to me, but the Deputy Constable was waiting to serve me the divorce papers when I came out of the meeting. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I had thought that we would be able to discuss this, just the two of us, but I guess not. I have not heard from Tim at all; I guess that your talk with him has scared him off. I hope he rots in hell for what he has made me do. I just hope and pray that you didn't do something rash that will lead to you being in jail. Make no mistake, my darling Robert. I do love you with all my heart. I gave you my heart, my body, and my soul when we wed, but Tim somehow had my mind. I thought I had exorcized that demon from me, but I found out too late that he was too embedded into my mind. I will be living in misery for the rest of my life because of Tim and what he did to my loving family. I hope his life is as miserable as mine is right now. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me at some time in the future, I will always be available for you. The e-mail address I have written back to you on is a personal one I hope to never give up, just in case that you might look into your heart and see that you still love me. I will love you forever, Shelly ------- Epilogue Shelly was true to her word, sold the house, and moved away to Memphis. I talk to Karen now and again. I contacted my old boss once I knew that Shell had moved away. He had only let me have a leave of absence; since he thought that I would come to my senses and come home where I belonged. He was right and I got my old job back, with no penalties. The children are back in their schools, having missed a month, but were quickly able to catch up. They are very smart kids and I love them to death. They don't really hate their mother, but can't see why she has left them and did the things she did to me and them. Everyone wants to know what happened to Tim. When I hit him in the back of his head with my Ted Williams signature Louisville Slugger, it somehow scrambled his brain and severed his spinal cord. I put him into a rental truck, drove him to Temple, and dumped his body in a seedy part of town. He now sits and drools in a mental institution up in Waco. His mind is alive and active, but he can't control his body at all. His speech and muscle control is gone. He lives only inside his mind and can relive the mistakes of his life every single day. I think he knows it was me, but he's never really sure. I have visited him a couple of times and I can see the fear and hurt in his eyes when he recognizes me. He knows I have done this to him, but he is unable to convey that fact to anyone. They think I am a friend of his and his accident was the result of a mugging. In a way, I'm not sorry for what I did, but I do wish from the bottom of my heart that Shelly had talked to me when this all started, but I can't dwell on the past, I have a future that I must look to. I have moved back home in Round Rock and bought a small, older home; my children are growing and I need to find some companionship if not for me, for them to have a mother, or at least a female that they can relate to and love. There is no one right now, but once I can get past the feeling of betrayal by the female of the species, maybe trust another female again I accomplish that goal. I know my children hope so too. 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