RICK'S PERFECT LIFE By Slirpuff
Most men and women, I find, handle spousal affairs in totally different ways.
Women for instance, are more likely to forgive their spouse, especially if this is his first affair, if their partner is remorseful and will do anything to make amends. She will give him another chance because it’s more of an emotional issue with them, specifically dealing with the issues of love and trust.
“I’m so sorry hon, I was drunk and don’t even remember what happened” or, “It was wrong and I have no excuse for what I did, but if you take me back, I’ll do whatever it takes to win back your love.” Sound familiar?
But from the guys perspective we have; “there is no way I’m ever going to get caught and besides, I can’t wait to tap that cute ass of hers.” Or, “I need more sex than once every two weeks so getting a little on the side, when I travel, will just take the edge off so it’s a win, win for both of us.”
Men can justify cheating because we’re men, and we think with out dicks instead of our brains most of the time. However, when we do get caught, and everyone does eventually, it’s always the fault of the other person, never our own.
So men are dogs who’ll fuck anything that is willing and still breathing. But let them catch their wife stepping out on them, and that’s a whole different story; even if they’ve been cheating on their wife all along.
A man’s wife is his possession, cut and dry. He owns her, and no one fucks with his stuff. Another man can steal your boat, wreck your car and even kill your dog, but have him touch your wife; he’s dead fucking meat. The only thing on his mind will be how to get revenge and will do anything in his power to make sure you die a slow miserable death. He will fuck up your marriage; ruin your job and anything else he can think of short of ripping off your fucking head and spitting down your neck; because no matter what she’s done, going to jail isn’t an option.
When it comes to his faithful partner and wife, she is now a whore, a slut and a diseased piece of shit that he will extract his pound of flesh from. He will let everyone in the world, including her entire family, know what a low life and moral degenerate she is and will make sure that, when he kicks the bitch to the curb, she will not get a dime from him and or custody of their kids.
So with that lead in, let me start my story. My name is Rick. I’m the production manager of a midsize manufacturing plant, in my early 50’s. My wife Carol and I have been together for 23 years and have three grown children, who are on their own, so we are now “empty nesters” and loving every minute of it.
Carol is 49, 5’3”; about 125 lbs with short brown hair and for her age, has a killer body. She works out four days a week at the gym and it really shows. She’s an excellent cook and takes great care of me. You’d think I had it all, and I did until three months ago when I found the first crack in my perfect life.
For the last 12 years, Carol has worked part time at a lawyer’s office, typing up court transcripts and doing data entry. She normally works no more than 20 hours per week so it leaves her plenty of time to handle the bills, shopping and a few things around the house. The rest of the shit we equally share, so as to make sure it’s all done before the weekend, that way we are free to do what ever we want. Over the last few months however, Carols been working longer and longer hours to cover for one of the girls in the office on maternity leave, or so I thought. Two of our long time neighbors own the law firm where Carol works, so I never put two and two together until it was too late.
After 23 years, our love making wasn’t the white hot passion we had as newly weds, but until recently I thought it was pretty good; even though we didn’t do it as much as I’d like. We were down to once per week, usually on the weekend but did a lot of kissing and cuddling in between. I worked at trying to spice it up with a few soft porn movies, hot oil massages and weekend get a ways, but no matter what I tried, it always reverted back to the same old same old routine, so I guess I kind of gave up.
Keith, one of the owners of the law firm, loves to party. It seems that once or twice a month we are at his house for a BBQ, dinner or just drinks. Keith is 45, about 6’2” and probably weighs about 210. He is good looking and after taking over daddy’s successful law office, is making a lot of money. His wife Sue isn’t a 10 but is damn close. They’ve been married 19 years and have one spoiled brat of a kid.
The other owner is Dave Wilson. He started the firm with Keith’s father and is one hell of a nice guy and a great businessman. If it weren’t for Dave, the office would be in a sorry state because of Keith’s work ethics. Dave will put in 55 to 60 hours a week while Keith puts in 30 at best. Dave would love to retire, but knows when he eventually does; Keith will run the business into the ground; so they usually aren’t on the best of terms.
Both Dave and Keith each had their own full time secretaries until Keith’s ended going on maternity leave. He offered Carol the job, until she came back. Along with a huge pay increase, Carol was told that she only had to work enough hours to get the work done; who wouldn’t jump at that. So it began.
I wasn’t in favor of it, but Carol swayed me by telling me about all the fun we were going to have with the extra money, and that she’d still be home before me anyway. On paper it looked good, but shit, doesn’t everything look good on paper.
Now she had to dress more professionally, because she was out in the front office, instead of doing the typing and filing in the back office. After a few weeks, Carol looked more like she was going out to dinner than going to work and I made the mistake of saying something.
“What’s wrong with the way I look?” she asked. “I like dressing up for a change instead of wearing jeans and a tee shirt.” “Everyone one at work thinks I look great and those are the people I have to impress anyway” she said walking away in a huff. As I said, “open mouth insert foot and close mouth”. I guess, after 20 plus years, the compliments don’t come quite as often as they should so I made a mental note now to say something nice to her every day.
As I said, I noticed the first crack at a BBQ at Keith’s a couple of weeks ago. I really didn’t want to go, but Carol insisted we at least make an appearance because “he’s now my boss you know” she reminded me. As I said, Keith is a nice enough guy, but did I trust him; hell no.
So there we are, at his house, in the back yard by the pool. There must have been 20 couples milling around when I spied Carol talking to Keith. You know when two people are into each other, there’s that tone in their voice, the hand mannerisms and most of all, the touching. There she was, drink in hand, talking, laughing with gentle touches on his upper arm and hand. The more I watched, the more annoyed I became, Carol was acting way too comfortable around him for my benefit.
Instead of getting pissed, storming over there and making a scene, I just snuck up behind her, put my arms around her and kissed her on the neck. Most times I’d get a loving peck back, but this time she almost seemed put off. “Rick, this isn’t the time or place” she shot back at me. “Be a dear, and get me a refill will you?” I smiled, took her glass and headed for the bar as she went back to talking to Keith.
I met a buddy of mine at the bar. “Don, where’s Lisa?” I asked.
“She’s over there with the rest of the women, talking about wall paper and wood flooring for our new den” he replied. “Just another thing to spend my hard earned money on” he continued. With his back against the bar, Don looked over the crowd. “I see our buddy Keith is monopolizing Carol’s time tonight, if I were you, I’d keep my eye on her Rick, you know what a pussy hound he is.” “That bastard has more notches on his belt than you can count, I don’t know why his wife puts up with him,” he said shaking his head. “My wife would cut mine off the first time she’d even thought I was even thinking about it; well to each their own.”
“He’s her new boss so I guess we have to be extra nice, and yes, I don’t trust the bastard either” he told Don. “But if he ever lays a hand on her, I’ll rip it off and beat him to death with it” he said with a smile. “So if you’ll excuse me, I have to break up the love birds,” he said walking away.
As I approached, I could see Keith’s hand resting on Carol’s thigh. “Here’s your refill hon, drink up because we’re out of here in 10 minutes” he told her. The look on Carol and Keith’s face could have frozen water.
“Rick, the party’s just getting started, I don’t want to go just yet,” she told him. “How about we stay for another hour” she pleaded turning her back on him and continued talking to Keith.
“Look hon, your parents expect us there tomorrow morning early to help them move the stuff out of the garage for the yard sale, so let’s call it a night “ I told her. I thanked Keith for inviting us and told him we had to do this more often and at our house next time; I lied. I took Carol by the arm and we walked out.
Carol was pissed all the way home, telling me what a party pooper I was and that I had embarrassed her in front of her boss; treating her like a child. I held my tongue until we got into the house.
“Carol, I didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself back there.” “You were all over Keith tonight, hell if you’d been any closer, you two would have needed a motel room,” he shouted. “Shit girl, when I came back with your drink, he had his hand on your thigh and you left it there, what and I suppose to think?” he asked.
“So I flirted with him a little, what’s the harm?” she said in a sarcastic tone. “Besides, no one but you noticed anyway” she shot back.
“Everyone noticed Carol,” he told her. “Hell even Don told me to get you away from the pussy hound before something happened.” “So flirting is one thing, but acting like one of Keith’s sluts is a whole different ball game.”
I knew right after it came out of my mouth I’d crossed the line. Carol looked at me with hate in her eyes and headed towards our bedroom yelling back at me that, “ this slut is going to bed and I could find some place else to sleep tonight.” I tried to apologize but she never opened the door; I slept in the guest room that night.
The rest of the weekend was shot, she only talked to me when she had to and I was locked out of the bedroom at night. To say our relationship was strained was an understatement. This went on until dinnertime on Thursday. “Carol when are we going to talk, this is stupid” I told her. She just looked at me saying nothing and then I lost it. I took my plate and tossed it across the room and into the sink. “I think I‘ll go some place where I can get some decent company and conversation,” I said as I headed out to my car.
I hadn’t been in Al’s Place in probably six months but was welcomed in like a long lost friend. “Shit Rick, you too good to come down here anymore?” Al asked. “You must have done something real bad for you to be out this late on a work night” he said with a laugh.
“Don’t give me any of your shit, just a shot and a beer chaser,” he told him. “And keep them coming.” Rick had gone to school with Al so after three rounds he gave him the skinny on what was going on. “Carol’s so naive that she can’t see that Keith’s making a play for her and filling her head full of shit” he said a little too loudly. “I’d like to break his fucking neck, but I’d probably end up in jail and he’d really like that; me out of the way.”
Before Rick knew it, it was closing time and he was in no shape to walk much less drive. “You still got that room upstairs?” Rick asked. Al nodded and told him he was welcome to use it but wouldn’t he rather take a cab home? “To what?” he asked. “To a locked bedroom door, I think not” he said as he staggered up the stairs.
Rick went to work in the same clothes he’d worn Thursday but at least he made it. He looked like crap and even his good buddies laughed at his sorry condition. At lunch, nursing a cup of coffee his cell rang. Looking down he saw it was Carol, “fuck her” he said as he turned it off. He was in no mood to talk to her right now.
Thank God it was Friday. Rick had forgotten what a night of drinking was like and vowed not to do it again anytime soon. He knew Carol was going to be pissed, but at least she wasn’t going to give him the silent treatment tonight when he got home; he was wrong again.
Carol had left him a message on the home phone that since he could go out on the town so could she and that she’d be home late so don’t wait up for her. “Bitch” was all he could say as he headed to the bathroom and shower. A shower, shave and some food is what he needed right now. Rick missed dinner last night and ate basically nothing today so he was staved. After dinner, he opened a beer and decided to wait up for Carol to put an end to this whole mess.
It was 2:30am before Carol staggered into the house. He hair and clothes were a mess and she reeked of alcohol. “I told you not to wait up” were the first words out of her mouth. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,” she slurred as she headed up the stairs.
“Carol where have you been and with whom?” Rick asked. “Just with some people from work and a few others” she said swaying from side to side. She then turned around and headed to the bedroom.
It was no use to talk to her in her condition. “Where’s your car and how did you get home tonight?” I asked.
“Keith gave me a ride home and I’m not sure just where my car is, probably at the club I think.” “If you excuse me, I think I have to go to bed now” she said as she climbed into the bed fully clothed. Within a minute she was out like a light. I took off her shoes and threw a blanket over her; tomorrow we’d have it out Rick said as he went to the guest room.
Rick was having breakfast when he heard the shower running and saw Carol slowly walking into the kitchen 30 minutes later. “You want something to eat,” I asked.
“Just coffee, I just need a lot of coffee,” she told him.
I knew just what she felt like after my night out on Thursday so I left her alone all morning. After working around the house I came in about 1:30 for a cold one; Carol was just getting off the phone. “Where the hell were you Thursday night and why didn’t you call?” she screamed at me. “I was worried sick that you were dead in the ditch somewhere,” she continued.
“I guess you weren’t that worried, because you went out with your friends last night” I replied.
“Well, at least I told you I was going out” she snapped back
“Ya right, I’m going out on the town and don’t wait up; not where and with whom.” “All I got out of you last night was that you good buddy Keith drove you home; and at 2:30, where in the hell were you all night?” Rick inquired.
“I don’t like you attitude Rick, you still haven’t told me where the fuck you were Thursday night and with whom?”
“Ok, I was at Al’s, alone, all night and slept upstairs in his room because I was too drunk to drive” he answered her. Since you weren’t talking to me, what was the point of coming home anyway?” he asked her. “I stayed up last night to talk to you but you came in looking like a drunken street walker so I thought what’s the hell.” “I put you to bed and so we sit here again, throwing shit at each other.” “Is there something you want to tell me about last night?” Rick asked.
Carol got this strange look on her face. “What do you want to know Rick?” she shot back. “Who I was with, where I went, what Rick, spit it out,” she screamed.
Rick saw this was going nowhere so he turned around to go back outside.
“That’s right, crawl out of here you wimp” Carol spewed at him.
She never saw it coming as Rick turned around and grabbed her by both shoulder lifting her off the floor. “Did you fuck him last night Carol?” “Did you finally let that pussy hound have what he’s been after all this time?” “Answer me Carol, did you sleep with him?” Rick said as he released her and Carol fell to the floor. Rick then ripped off her robe, “let’s see if he left any hickies or bite marks on your tits” he screamed as he dropped the robe. “I hope he was worth it” Rick said as he grabbed his keys and left Carol crying on the floor.
Rick’s heart was beating so hard he thought it was going to bust out of his chest. “Slow the fuck down” he said to himself as he looked at the speedometer. “Well, that went well, now what the fuck do I do?”
The Pine Motel was just a mile from the plant. It was a no frills joint, but the rooms were clean and it was cheap. He had no idea if Carol had cheated on him and maybe she didn’t either being as drunk as she was, but she was pretty messed up when she came home. She looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet to say the least.
Carol must have called him 20 times over the next two days but he never picked up. He listened to her phone messages about how sorry she was and that nothing had happened but he wasn’t convinced. His dad finally tracked him down.
“What the fucks going on between you and Carol?” “She’s over at the house balling her eyes out to ma saying that you left her.” “Spill it and give me the short version,” he demanded.
I told him what had been going on and what had transpired Thursday and Friday and the blowup earlier today. “So in other words, you really don’t have any proof that she cheated on you, do you?” I just nodded no. “Do you trust her son?” “Do you think she’d chuck a 20 year marriage for a roll in the hay with that piece of shit lawyer?” “Even I don’t think she’s that stupid son,” his dad told him.
I picked up Carol at my parents house. She ran sobbing into my arms telling me how sorry she was for what she’d said. She sat next to me on the ride home and never said a word. When we got home I wanted to talk to her but she put a finger to my lips. “Make love now, talk later” is all she said as she led me into our bedroom.
I’d love to tell you that the heavens opened up and the angels sang but I’d be lying. It was great sex but there was still a wedge between us and we both felt it. I ate her pussy until she came three times and she sucked me off until I was ready to explode in her mouth. I put her on her back and fucked the shit out of her for the next 15 minutes. Forget the clit and g-spot; I just pounded my pussy; that’s right, my pussy not Keith’s. Carol had her eyes closed but I didn’t, I wanted to watch her as I did my best to fill her. In the end I fell over on her and then rolled over onto my side, it was good sex nothing more and we both knew it.
So, that’s the way it went for the next month, both of us walking on eggshells around each other. I decided to be the bigger man, and since I didn’t have any proof, I’d put it behind us. I left work early, hit the store and made this great dinner for us, including wine, candles; the works. I figured Carol would be hone until 5:00 so I timed every thing to be ready just before she walked through the door.
When she didn’t show by 6:00, I called her. “Hon it’s me, where in the heck are you?” I asked in a nice tone, even though I was pissed.
“We’re working on a case that’s due tomorrow, but I should be home no later than 8:00; is there something wrong?” she asked.
“I wish you would have let me know, I made dinner and everything,” I told her as the steam started to come out of my ears. “Why don’t you leave and just go in early tomorrow” I asked.
“Can’t, it’s due tomorrow morning, so just eat without me and I’ll see you when I get home; love you” she said as she hung up.
“Bitch” I said out loud. “Fucking bitch!”
I debated what to do, but by 6:30 I was in my car driving over to her office just to see what they were really working on. The building was locked but I could see lights on in the far offices. I snuck around to the rear of the building and tried to peak in.
The windows were small and were about six feet off the ground. I tried to jump up a couple of times but couldn’t get a good look. I tried pulling myself up on the windowsill but it was too small and I couldn’t get a good grip; dam it to hell I thought. I was just about ready to give up when I saw a small plastic bucket. I turned it upside down and propped it up against the outside wall.
I could see their heads but that was about it. They were in one of the other offices but I could see shadows. I watched the two shadows come together and then I could see only one with arms going every which way. This went on for about 30 seconds before they went lower than I could now see.
They were either sitting down or lying down, I couldn’t tell which. I tried to jump up for a better look but bucket broke and I fell backwards into the bushes behind me. “Son of a bitch” I said to myself as I picked myself up and looked at the shattered bucket. I looked around for something else, but there wasn’t anything.
I was ready to storm in and kill the both of them but thought better of it. On the way home I decided to stop at Dave Wilsons house and have a few words with him.
I could tell he really didn’t want to say anything, especially after I told him what I saw or didn’t see that night at their office. “Look Rick, I don’t know if Carol’s cheating on you with Keith because I keep my distance from the asshole. I know they’ve been working late a few nights, but I’m usually gone by 6:00 and besides their not going to do anything around me anyway.
Rick sat back in his chair and was about to leave when Dave started to talk. “We were broken into a last year and they took a lot of shit from our office.” “We could replace everything but had to rebuild the customer files in our computers.” “I told Keith that we should install a security system so if it happened again we could catch the assholes.” “Keith thought it was a waste of money but I did it anyway with my own money.” “I change the tapes ever month when they fill up, but have never looked at them before, but they cover all four offices.” “If you want, I can let you look at the current tape which covers the last three weeks if that’ll help?” he told him. “I think your wrong about Carol but at least it will show what they were doing tonight anyway.” I told him I’d swing by his office on my way to work tomorrow and pick it up.
Carol came home about 8:30 and said how sorry she was but I was too pissed off by that time to really care. We started arguing again, about her hours and her telling me how important her job was and how I didn’t respect her and a whole lot of shit. “Carol, isn’t our marriage more important than that fucking job of yours?” I yelled at her.
That took her by surprise, as her eyes got all teary. “I love you Rick, but why won’t you see my point” she yelled back at me.
“I do see it, that’s why we at this point in our marriage right now” he calmly told her. “And if we keep going on this way, we won’t have to worry about that much longer anyway.” “I love you to death Carol, but I need to be #1 in your life, if not, oh well, at least I tried.”
I was calm, collected and trying my best not to let my anger fly but Carol was digging in her heels spouting all this crap about how I didn’t appreciate her and just because she missed one meal what was the big deal, hell, she’d been making the meals for me for the last 20 years. Our discussions were going nowhere so I just grabbed my keys and headed to the door. “When you want to really talk, call me, but don’t take too long,” I told her as I walked out the door. I could still hear her yell, “Rick get your ass back here” as I drove away.
Al was surprised to see me and agreed to let me stay in his room again but cut me off after two drinks. I stopped to see Dave on my way to work and picked up the tape. “You watch it?” I asked him.
“Not my place, and besides it could be a conflict of interest if I saw something on the tape happening in my office, if you know what I mean.” I thanked him for the tape and went to work. After scheduling the plant I told my secretary I didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone for the next hour and popped the tape into my player.
Ninety percent was nothing but shit. I watched Carol do her job during the day and saw Keith flirt with her every chance he could. Hand on the shoulder, talking over paperwork cheek-to-cheek, cute little hugs; I wanted to barf, but I saw a change developing the last week on the tape. There was way too much touching and the hugs were way too often and way too long. His hands were now on her ass, like he was grinding his dick into her.
As she way leaving Tuesday she stopped in his office, dropped a few papers on his desk and as she turned around to leave he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. I watched her laugh but never expected what came next. Keith put his hand behind her head and pulled her to him. The first kiss lasted a second or two but the next few lasted forever.
I turned off the tape, went to the lounge and got a cup of coffee. Did I want to look at the rest? If I did, was I ready to end my marriage? Fuck, I’d come this far and besides, I needed to know. I went back and turned it back on.
There was a lot of kissing and hands were going every which way, but in the end, Carol pulled back and stopped. She straighten her clothes and hair, gave him a peck on the lips and left.
I fast-forwarded Wednesday’s tape to the late afternoon. Nothing went on until about 6:30 when they were in the conference room looking at files and making notes. Keith came up behind her and pushed his groin into her ass. Carol turned around, smiled and reached behind and put her hand on his dick. Carol rubbed it as she turned around and started to laugh; I didn’t.
I’d love to say that Carol pushed him away and slapped him across the face, but within a few minutes his face was in her crotch giving it a good tongue licking. Carol was laid out on the conference table with her top off and her skirt pushed up around her waist as Keith munched away.
After watching her orgasm was rough but when she dropped to her knees and started to suck him off I turned away and just let it run. After getting him hard, at least she didn’t let him cum in her mouth. Carol then lay back on the table, brought up her knees up to her chest and Keith slipped into her dripping cunt.
They fucked, plain and simple for the next 15 minutes. I’m glad there wasn’t any sound to the tape or I would have tossed my cookies. After they finished and started cleaning up I turned it off. I down loaded it to my computer, burned two disks and just sat back in my chair. My wonderful life was history for sure and I didn’t have a clue what to do next so I called Dave.
I told him briefly what was on the tape and arranged to meet him after work at Al’s. “I want to fuck him over Dave, but if I see him, I’m going to kill him” Rick almost shouted.
“You don’t want to do anything like that, because you’ll end up in jail and he wins,” Dave told him. “I hate that prick as much as you do, but I can’t get involved because it would be a conflict of interest because I’m still his partner.” “However, I know someone who will be happy to handle you case free of charge after I show him the tape.” “Give me a couple of days to get all the paperwork together and I’ll call you when it’s done.”
I don’t think I said three words to Carol over the next four days. I ate dinner out and only came home to sleep. On the fifth day Carol was up waiting for me to get home. “Are we ever going to talk again?” she asked. “I don’t like where we’re at right now and want to say I’m sorry for anything I’ve done these past few months.” “I want us to go back to being a couple again,” she said with a tear in her eye.
“Carol I don’t know if that’s possible anymore” Rick started. “A lot of shit has happened and I don’t know if I trust you anymore Carol.” “Here’s what we’ll do, we’ll both write down what we’re sorry for and tomorrow night we sit down and talk, how about that?” he asked her.
“I’d love that but what I’d really love is to have you in my bed tonight making love to me; how about it?” she pleaded.
I tried to make love to her, but in the end we just fucked like so many times over these past few months. I kept seeing the images of her and Keith screwing on the table and I plowed into her that much harder until I dropped my load, I ‘m not even sure Carol got off and really didn’t care anymore.
The next day, all the papers were served. Carol was served at work with divorce papers, Keith was being sued for alienation of affection and his business was being sued because it didn’t stop what was going on, which was against the companies moral clause written into it’s original charter. From 10:00 to 10:30 my phone never stopped ringing so I just turned it off and told my receptionist that I wasn’t going to accept any calls that day.
Carol started in on me as soon as I entered the door. How could I do this, and how about that, and a million questions non-stop for the better part of a half hour? I just sat there with a beer and listened and then asked her to join me in the living room.
“You got your list done?” I asked. Carol was about to ask what fucking list when she remembered and told me she hadn’t even started it. “Here” Rick said as he threw her a pad of paper and a pen. “Write down what your sorry about and maybe we can resolve this matter,” he told her. “While your doing that, maybe this might help you remember” as he started the DVD. “I’ll be back in an hour to talk or pack; one of the two” as he grabbed his keys and drove over to Dave’s.
“How’d she take it?” was his first question I told him about what she was suppose to be doing while I was gone and he just smiled. “You played the tape?” “That should take the wind out of her sail.” “You know she still loves you, and that prick Keith took advantage of her,” Dave told him.
“I know you’re probably right, but she never said no, and now I don’t know if I can ever trust her again?” “I still love her I think, but it’s going to take a lot of time to get over what she did to me.” “I wonder how Keith’s taking the news?” I said with a laugh.
Keith’s wife had already watched her copy of the DVD before he got home. All his clothes were on the front lawn and she’d already had the locks changed as he pounded on the door asking her to let him in. “Go back to your whore” she yelled at him. After about 20 minutes, he picked up his clothes and left. “Asshole” is all she said as he pulled away.
Carol was a total wreck when Rick came back She was crying uncontrollably and he couldn’t understand a word she was saying as he walked into the house. “Well, I see you watched the tape” he said glancing at the TV. “I hope you enjoyed it more than I did, now where’s the fucking list you promised me,” Rick yelled at her. Sheepishly Carol handed him the pad of paper.
There were 15 items on the list but the top 5 were the deal breakers. Rick grabbed a beer from the refrig and sat down at the kitchen table and looked over the list. Item #1; slept with my boss, #2 lied to my husband, #3 disrespected my husband, #4 put my marriage and family at risk and #5 stopped making love to my husband. The rest was bullshit items that were true but didn’t have the major impact of the top five.
Rick looked up and saw Carol in the door way to the kitchen, still crying. Looking up at her, Rick threw the pad on the table and asked why. “Why the fuck did you do it Carol?” “Was our marriage so bad that you could throw it away so easily?” “Was I so bad in bed that you needed another lover Carol because what I saw on the tape, he wasn’t any bigger than I am?” “Just what the fuck were you thinking?” Rick began yelling.
“I don’t know” Carol sobbed. “We were having a few problems and Keith kept telling me how great I was and how you were taking me for granted, he said it so long, I started to believe it she said sobbing.”
“It was all a plan to get in pants, I even told you he was nothing more than a pussy hound, you just wouldn’t listen, would you?” “And now what the hell do I do with you?” “I should toss your miserable ass to the curb like they do with all whoring sluts” he told her which made her cry even more.
“I love you Rick and I’m so sorry about what I’ve done to you and if you give me the chance, I’ll make it up to you every day” she said in a meek voice.
“Before that’s going to happen, I want you to move all you’re shit to the spare bedroom which is now your room.” “Second, I need you to go to work tomorrow and clean out your desk, you’re done there.” He didn’t bother to tell her, she was going to be fired tomorrow anyway. “I don’t know if we’re going to make it past this but I maybe willing to try but I’m too angry to talk about it right now” he said as he walked to his bedroom.
Two days later, at his office Keith pondered what was going on. Shit, he didn’t force the bitch to give up anything; he couldn’t help it if Carol’s husband was such a loser. Dave and he had it out yesterday and even though he was the senior partner he couldn’t do a fucking thing to him. There was no way Carol would let this get out in the open and his own wife would come around anyway soon if she knew what was good for her.
Dave told Keith the next day that he’d set up a meeting to try and settle the suits before they got to court. “I’ll have Rick, Carol and their attorney here tomorrow at 10:00 so please be on time and get your story straight before then, maybe we can diffuse this” he told him.
“Fuck them, I’ll eat them alive tomorrow,” he said with a laugh.
Rick and Carol were already in the room talking to Dave when Keith strolled in and sat down across from the. “They got a list of conditions for dropping all the law suits” Dave told him. “There a little rough but with the evidence we really have no choice” he went on as he passed them to Keith.
#1 Keith be permently removed from the law firm. #2 Carol be given three months separation pay. #3 Carol to have paid medical until the end of the year. #4 A $50,000.00 lump payment. #5 Keith not practice lay for a period of one year.
“This is bull shit, I won’t agree to these conditions” he screamed at Rick. “And where the fuck is your attorney anyway, is he afraid to show his face, is he afraid of me?” he said with a laugh.
“He should be here any minute” Rick said with a smile. “He was just getting a few court documents finished” he said as the door opened and his attorney walked in.
The only one surprised was Keith as he rose to his feet. “Dad?” was all he could say with his mouth wide open. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Sit the fuck down and shut up” he commanded. “I’ve cleaned up your messes for the last time.” “You will accept their terms or I’ll cut you totally loose” he told him. “I still own my shares and you’ve managed to fuck up everything you’ve touched but no more.” “I apologize for what my son did because I’ve come to understand he’s probable brain dead among other things.” “I’ll get the paperwork done and by tomorrow we can put this mess behind us; agreed?”
We all, except Keith, shook hands and started to walk out and would have made it, if Keith hadn’t made one last stupid statement.
“Carol, if you ever need a real man again, you know where to find me” he said snickering.
In less than two minutes , Keith had a broken nose, two black eyes and a busted jaw. “Keith, maybe now you’ll learn to keep big mouth shut” his father said as they all left him sprawled on the conference room floor.
It was a quiet ride home as Carol wondered how she was going to save her marriage. “Rick, I know I fucked up big time, so where do we go from here?” Carol asked as they walked into the house.
Carol got her answer, as Rick grabbed her hair and pulled her down in front of him as he undid his pants. “I think you know what to do with this” as he drove into her mouth. “That’s right bitch, suck it slow and deep,” he told her as he worked it down her throat.
”This is the way it’s now going to play out” Rick started still face fucking her. You will sign this post nuptial agreement that if you even look at another man without my consent I will divorce you and you will get nothing.” “Finally, this sex once a week is now history” he told her. “We will have sex when, where and as often as I want from now on, is that understood Carol?” Carol looked up and nodded as she continued to slurp away.
“Oh fuck yes,” Rick cried out as he shot his load into her hot mouth. Carol got up to spit in the sink just as Rick grabbed her arm. “Swallow bitch” he demanded. He could see the horror in her eyes as she did as ordered. “As I said, you will now do what I want” he said with a smile; and she did from that day forward.
Carol was a good slut from that day forward. She never said no and was just thankful he hadn’t thrown her out. They now had sex 5 times a week but it wasn’t the same, something was missing; love. The sex was great but one day Rick didn’t go home, he’d found someone else and had moved in with her. Carol tried to get him back, but Rick never got the picture of Keith and her going at it and it finally killed his love for her.
A lot of raw sex is good and exciting, but lovemaking is so much better isn’t it???
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Most men and women, I find, handle spousal affairs in totally different ways.
Women for instance, are more likely to forgive their spouse, especially if this is his first affair, if their partner is remorseful and will do anything to make amends. She will give him another chance because it’s more of an emotional issue with them, specifically dealing with the issues of love and trust.
“I’m so sorry hon, I was drunk and don’t even remember what happened” or, “It was wrong and I have no excuse for what I did, but if you take me back, I’ll do whatever it takes to win back your love.” Sound familiar?
But from the guys perspective we have; “there is no way I’m ever going to get caught and besides, I can’t wait to tap that cute ass of hers.” Or, “I need more sex than once every two weeks so getting a little on the side, when I travel, will just take the edge off so it’s a win, win for both of us.”
Men can justify cheating because we’re men, and we think with out dicks instead of our brains most of the time. However, when we do get caught, and everyone does eventually, it’s always the fault of the other person, never our own.
So men are dogs who’ll fuck anything that is willing and still breathing. But let them catch their wife stepping out on them, and that’s a whole different story; even if they’ve been cheating on their wife all along.
A man’s wife is his possession, cut and dry. He owns her, and no one fucks with his stuff. Another man can steal your boat, wreck your car and even kill your dog, but have him touch your wife; he’s dead fucking meat. The only thing on his mind will be how to get revenge and will do anything in his power to make sure you die a slow miserable death. He will fuck up your marriage; ruin your job and anything else he can think of short of ripping off your fucking head and spitting down your neck; because no matter what she’s done, going to jail isn’t an option.
When it comes to his faithful partner and wife, she is now a whore, a slut and a diseased piece of shit that he will extract his pound of flesh from. He will let everyone in the world, including her entire family, know what a low life and moral degenerate she is and will make sure that, when he kicks the bitch to the curb, she will not get a dime from him and or custody of their kids.
So with that lead in, let me start my story. My name is Rick. I’m the production manager of a midsize manufacturing plant, in my early 50’s. My wife Carol and I have been together for 23 years and have three grown children, who are on their own, so we are now “empty nesters” and loving every minute of it.
Carol is 49, 5’3”; about 125 lbs with short brown hair and for her age, has a killer body. She works out four days a week at the gym and it really shows. She’s an excellent cook and takes great care of me. You’d think I had it all, and I did until three months ago when I found the first crack in my perfect life.
For the last 12 years, Carol has worked part time at a lawyer’s office, typing up court transcripts and doing data entry. She normally works no more than 20 hours per week so it leaves her plenty of time to handle the bills, shopping and a few things around the house. The rest of the shit we equally share, so as to make sure it’s all done before the weekend, that way we are free to do what ever we want. Over the last few months however, Carols been working longer and longer hours to cover for one of the girls in the office on maternity leave, or so I thought. Two of our long time neighbors own the law firm where Carol works, so I never put two and two together until it was too late.
After 23 years, our love making wasn’t the white hot passion we had as newly weds, but until recently I thought it was pretty good; even though we didn’t do it as much as I’d like. We were down to once per week, usually on the weekend but did a lot of kissing and cuddling in between. I worked at trying to spice it up with a few soft porn movies, hot oil massages and weekend get a ways, but no matter what I tried, it always reverted back to the same old same old routine, so I guess I kind of gave up.
Keith, one of the owners of the law firm, loves to party. It seems that once or twice a month we are at his house for a BBQ, dinner or just drinks. Keith is 45, about 6’2” and probably weighs about 210. He is good looking and after taking over daddy’s successful law office, is making a lot of money. His wife Sue isn’t a 10 but is damn close. They’ve been married 19 years and have one spoiled brat of a kid.
The other owner is Dave Wilson. He started the firm with Keith’s father and is one hell of a nice guy and a great businessman. If it weren’t for Dave, the office would be in a sorry state because of Keith’s work ethics. Dave will put in 55 to 60 hours a week while Keith puts in 30 at best. Dave would love to retire, but knows when he eventually does; Keith will run the business into the ground; so they usually aren’t on the best of terms.
Both Dave and Keith each had their own full time secretaries until Keith’s ended going on maternity leave. He offered Carol the job, until she came back. Along with a huge pay increase, Carol was told that she only had to work enough hours to get the work done; who wouldn’t jump at that. So it began.
I wasn’t in favor of it, but Carol swayed me by telling me about all the fun we were going to have with the extra money, and that she’d still be home before me anyway. On paper it looked good, but shit, doesn’t everything look good on paper.
Now she had to dress more professionally, because she was out in the front office, instead of doing the typing and filing in the back office. After a few weeks, Carol looked more like she was going out to dinner than going to work and I made the mistake of saying something.
“What’s wrong with the way I look?” she asked. “I like dressing up for a change instead of wearing jeans and a tee shirt.” “Everyone one at work thinks I look great and those are the people I have to impress anyway” she said walking away in a huff. As I said, “open mouth insert foot and close mouth”. I guess, after 20 plus years, the compliments don’t come quite as often as they should so I made a mental note now to say something nice to her every day.
As I said, I noticed the first crack at a BBQ at Keith’s a couple of weeks ago. I really didn’t want to go, but Carol insisted we at least make an appearance because “he’s now my boss you know” she reminded me. As I said, Keith is a nice enough guy, but did I trust him; hell no.
So there we are, at his house, in the back yard by the pool. There must have been 20 couples milling around when I spied Carol talking to Keith. You know when two people are into each other, there’s that tone in their voice, the hand mannerisms and most of all, the touching. There she was, drink in hand, talking, laughing with gentle touches on his upper arm and hand. The more I watched, the more annoyed I became, Carol was acting way too comfortable around him for my benefit.
Instead of getting pissed, storming over there and making a scene, I just snuck up behind her, put my arms around her and kissed her on the neck. Most times I’d get a loving peck back, but this time she almost seemed put off. “Rick, this isn’t the time or place” she shot back at me. “Be a dear, and get me a refill will you?” I smiled, took her glass and headed for the bar as she went back to talking to Keith.
I met a buddy of mine at the bar. “Don, where’s Lisa?” I asked.
“She’s over there with the rest of the women, talking about wall paper and wood flooring for our new den” he replied. “Just another thing to spend my hard earned money on” he continued. With his back against the bar, Don looked over the crowd. “I see our buddy Keith is monopolizing Carol’s time tonight, if I were you, I’d keep my eye on her Rick, you know what a pussy hound he is.” “That bastard has more notches on his belt than you can count, I don’t know why his wife puts up with him,” he said shaking his head. “My wife would cut mine off the first time she’d even thought I was even thinking about it; well to each their own.”
“He’s her new boss so I guess we have to be extra nice, and yes, I don’t trust the bastard either” he told Don. “But if he ever lays a hand on her, I’ll rip it off and beat him to death with it” he said with a smile. “So if you’ll excuse me, I have to break up the love birds,” he said walking away.
As I approached, I could see Keith’s hand resting on Carol’s thigh. “Here’s your refill hon, drink up because we’re out of here in 10 minutes” he told her. The look on Carol and Keith’s face could have frozen water.
“Rick, the party’s just getting started, I don’t want to go just yet,” she told him. “How about we stay for another hour” she pleaded turning her back on him and continued talking to Keith.
“Look hon, your parents expect us there tomorrow morning early to help them move the stuff out of the garage for the yard sale, so let’s call it a night “ I told her. I thanked Keith for inviting us and told him we had to do this more often and at our house next time; I lied. I took Carol by the arm and we walked out.
Carol was pissed all the way home, telling me what a party pooper I was and that I had embarrassed her in front of her boss; treating her like a child. I held my tongue until we got into the house.
“Carol, I didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself back there.” “You were all over Keith tonight, hell if you’d been any closer, you two would have needed a motel room,” he shouted. “Shit girl, when I came back with your drink, he had his hand on your thigh and you left it there, what and I suppose to think?” he asked.
“So I flirted with him a little, what’s the harm?” she said in a sarcastic tone. “Besides, no one but you noticed anyway” she shot back.
“Everyone noticed Carol,” he told her. “Hell even Don told me to get you away from the pussy hound before something happened.” “So flirting is one thing, but acting like one of Keith’s sluts is a whole different ball game.”
I knew right after it came out of my mouth I’d crossed the line. Carol looked at me with hate in her eyes and headed towards our bedroom yelling back at me that, “ this slut is going to bed and I could find some place else to sleep tonight.” I tried to apologize but she never opened the door; I slept in the guest room that night.
The rest of the weekend was shot, she only talked to me when she had to and I was locked out of the bedroom at night. To say our relationship was strained was an understatement. This went on until dinnertime on Thursday. “Carol when are we going to talk, this is stupid” I told her. She just looked at me saying nothing and then I lost it. I took my plate and tossed it across the room and into the sink. “I think I‘ll go some place where I can get some decent company and conversation,” I said as I headed out to my car.
I hadn’t been in Al’s Place in probably six months but was welcomed in like a long lost friend. “Shit Rick, you too good to come down here anymore?” Al asked. “You must have done something real bad for you to be out this late on a work night” he said with a laugh.
“Don’t give me any of your shit, just a shot and a beer chaser,” he told him. “And keep them coming.” Rick had gone to school with Al so after three rounds he gave him the skinny on what was going on. “Carol’s so naive that she can’t see that Keith’s making a play for her and filling her head full of shit” he said a little too loudly. “I’d like to break his fucking neck, but I’d probably end up in jail and he’d really like that; me out of the way.”
Before Rick knew it, it was closing time and he was in no shape to walk much less drive. “You still got that room upstairs?” Rick asked. Al nodded and told him he was welcome to use it but wouldn’t he rather take a cab home? “To what?” he asked. “To a locked bedroom door, I think not” he said as he staggered up the stairs.
Rick went to work in the same clothes he’d worn Thursday but at least he made it. He looked like crap and even his good buddies laughed at his sorry condition. At lunch, nursing a cup of coffee his cell rang. Looking down he saw it was Carol, “fuck her” he said as he turned it off. He was in no mood to talk to her right now.
Thank God it was Friday. Rick had forgotten what a night of drinking was like and vowed not to do it again anytime soon. He knew Carol was going to be pissed, but at least she wasn’t going to give him the silent treatment tonight when he got home; he was wrong again.
Carol had left him a message on the home phone that since he could go out on the town so could she and that she’d be home late so don’t wait up for her. “Bitch” was all he could say as he headed to the bathroom and shower. A shower, shave and some food is what he needed right now. Rick missed dinner last night and ate basically nothing today so he was staved. After dinner, he opened a beer and decided to wait up for Carol to put an end to this whole mess.
It was 2:30am before Carol staggered into the house. He hair and clothes were a mess and she reeked of alcohol. “I told you not to wait up” were the first words out of her mouth. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,” she slurred as she headed up the stairs.
“Carol where have you been and with whom?” Rick asked. “Just with some people from work and a few others” she said swaying from side to side. She then turned around and headed to the bedroom.
It was no use to talk to her in her condition. “Where’s your car and how did you get home tonight?” I asked.
“Keith gave me a ride home and I’m not sure just where my car is, probably at the club I think.” “If you excuse me, I think I have to go to bed now” she said as she climbed into the bed fully clothed. Within a minute she was out like a light. I took off her shoes and threw a blanket over her; tomorrow we’d have it out Rick said as he went to the guest room.
Rick was having breakfast when he heard the shower running and saw Carol slowly walking into the kitchen 30 minutes later. “You want something to eat,” I asked.
“Just coffee, I just need a lot of coffee,” she told him.
I knew just what she felt like after my night out on Thursday so I left her alone all morning. After working around the house I came in about 1:30 for a cold one; Carol was just getting off the phone. “Where the hell were you Thursday night and why didn’t you call?” she screamed at me. “I was worried sick that you were dead in the ditch somewhere,” she continued.
“I guess you weren’t that worried, because you went out with your friends last night” I replied.
“Well, at least I told you I was going out” she snapped back
“Ya right, I’m going out on the town and don’t wait up; not where and with whom.” “All I got out of you last night was that you good buddy Keith drove you home; and at 2:30, where in the hell were you all night?” Rick inquired.
“I don’t like you attitude Rick, you still haven’t told me where the fuck you were Thursday night and with whom?”
“Ok, I was at Al’s, alone, all night and slept upstairs in his room because I was too drunk to drive” he answered her. Since you weren’t talking to me, what was the point of coming home anyway?” he asked her. “I stayed up last night to talk to you but you came in looking like a drunken street walker so I thought what’s the hell.” “I put you to bed and so we sit here again, throwing shit at each other.” “Is there something you want to tell me about last night?” Rick asked.
Carol got this strange look on her face. “What do you want to know Rick?” she shot back. “Who I was with, where I went, what Rick, spit it out,” she screamed.
Rick saw this was going nowhere so he turned around to go back outside.
“That’s right, crawl out of here you wimp” Carol spewed at him.
She never saw it coming as Rick turned around and grabbed her by both shoulder lifting her off the floor. “Did you fuck him last night Carol?” “Did you finally let that pussy hound have what he’s been after all this time?” “Answer me Carol, did you sleep with him?” Rick said as he released her and Carol fell to the floor. Rick then ripped off her robe, “let’s see if he left any hickies or bite marks on your tits” he screamed as he dropped the robe. “I hope he was worth it” Rick said as he grabbed his keys and left Carol crying on the floor.
Rick’s heart was beating so hard he thought it was going to bust out of his chest. “Slow the fuck down” he said to himself as he looked at the speedometer. “Well, that went well, now what the fuck do I do?”
The Pine Motel was just a mile from the plant. It was a no frills joint, but the rooms were clean and it was cheap. He had no idea if Carol had cheated on him and maybe she didn’t either being as drunk as she was, but she was pretty messed up when she came home. She looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet to say the least.
Carol must have called him 20 times over the next two days but he never picked up. He listened to her phone messages about how sorry she was and that nothing had happened but he wasn’t convinced. His dad finally tracked him down.
“What the fucks going on between you and Carol?” “She’s over at the house balling her eyes out to ma saying that you left her.” “Spill it and give me the short version,” he demanded.
I told him what had been going on and what had transpired Thursday and Friday and the blowup earlier today. “So in other words, you really don’t have any proof that she cheated on you, do you?” I just nodded no. “Do you trust her son?” “Do you think she’d chuck a 20 year marriage for a roll in the hay with that piece of shit lawyer?” “Even I don’t think she’s that stupid son,” his dad told him.
I picked up Carol at my parents house. She ran sobbing into my arms telling me how sorry she was for what she’d said. She sat next to me on the ride home and never said a word. When we got home I wanted to talk to her but she put a finger to my lips. “Make love now, talk later” is all she said as she led me into our bedroom.
I’d love to tell you that the heavens opened up and the angels sang but I’d be lying. It was great sex but there was still a wedge between us and we both felt it. I ate her pussy until she came three times and she sucked me off until I was ready to explode in her mouth. I put her on her back and fucked the shit out of her for the next 15 minutes. Forget the clit and g-spot; I just pounded my pussy; that’s right, my pussy not Keith’s. Carol had her eyes closed but I didn’t, I wanted to watch her as I did my best to fill her. In the end I fell over on her and then rolled over onto my side, it was good sex nothing more and we both knew it.
So, that’s the way it went for the next month, both of us walking on eggshells around each other. I decided to be the bigger man, and since I didn’t have any proof, I’d put it behind us. I left work early, hit the store and made this great dinner for us, including wine, candles; the works. I figured Carol would be hone until 5:00 so I timed every thing to be ready just before she walked through the door.
When she didn’t show by 6:00, I called her. “Hon it’s me, where in the heck are you?” I asked in a nice tone, even though I was pissed.
“We’re working on a case that’s due tomorrow, but I should be home no later than 8:00; is there something wrong?” she asked.
“I wish you would have let me know, I made dinner and everything,” I told her as the steam started to come out of my ears. “Why don’t you leave and just go in early tomorrow” I asked.
“Can’t, it’s due tomorrow morning, so just eat without me and I’ll see you when I get home; love you” she said as she hung up.
“Bitch” I said out loud. “Fucking bitch!”
I debated what to do, but by 6:30 I was in my car driving over to her office just to see what they were really working on. The building was locked but I could see lights on in the far offices. I snuck around to the rear of the building and tried to peak in.
The windows were small and were about six feet off the ground. I tried to jump up a couple of times but couldn’t get a good look. I tried pulling myself up on the windowsill but it was too small and I couldn’t get a good grip; dam it to hell I thought. I was just about ready to give up when I saw a small plastic bucket. I turned it upside down and propped it up against the outside wall.
I could see their heads but that was about it. They were in one of the other offices but I could see shadows. I watched the two shadows come together and then I could see only one with arms going every which way. This went on for about 30 seconds before they went lower than I could now see.
They were either sitting down or lying down, I couldn’t tell which. I tried to jump up for a better look but bucket broke and I fell backwards into the bushes behind me. “Son of a bitch” I said to myself as I picked myself up and looked at the shattered bucket. I looked around for something else, but there wasn’t anything.
I was ready to storm in and kill the both of them but thought better of it. On the way home I decided to stop at Dave Wilsons house and have a few words with him.
I could tell he really didn’t want to say anything, especially after I told him what I saw or didn’t see that night at their office. “Look Rick, I don’t know if Carol’s cheating on you with Keith because I keep my distance from the asshole. I know they’ve been working late a few nights, but I’m usually gone by 6:00 and besides their not going to do anything around me anyway.
Rick sat back in his chair and was about to leave when Dave started to talk. “We were broken into a last year and they took a lot of shit from our office.” “We could replace everything but had to rebuild the customer files in our computers.” “I told Keith that we should install a security system so if it happened again we could catch the assholes.” “Keith thought it was a waste of money but I did it anyway with my own money.” “I change the tapes ever month when they fill up, but have never looked at them before, but they cover all four offices.” “If you want, I can let you look at the current tape which covers the last three weeks if that’ll help?” he told him. “I think your wrong about Carol but at least it will show what they were doing tonight anyway.” I told him I’d swing by his office on my way to work tomorrow and pick it up.
Carol came home about 8:30 and said how sorry she was but I was too pissed off by that time to really care. We started arguing again, about her hours and her telling me how important her job was and how I didn’t respect her and a whole lot of shit. “Carol, isn’t our marriage more important than that fucking job of yours?” I yelled at her.
That took her by surprise, as her eyes got all teary. “I love you Rick, but why won’t you see my point” she yelled back at me.
“I do see it, that’s why we at this point in our marriage right now” he calmly told her. “And if we keep going on this way, we won’t have to worry about that much longer anyway.” “I love you to death Carol, but I need to be #1 in your life, if not, oh well, at least I tried.”
I was calm, collected and trying my best not to let my anger fly but Carol was digging in her heels spouting all this crap about how I didn’t appreciate her and just because she missed one meal what was the big deal, hell, she’d been making the meals for me for the last 20 years. Our discussions were going nowhere so I just grabbed my keys and headed to the door. “When you want to really talk, call me, but don’t take too long,” I told her as I walked out the door. I could still hear her yell, “Rick get your ass back here” as I drove away.
Al was surprised to see me and agreed to let me stay in his room again but cut me off after two drinks. I stopped to see Dave on my way to work and picked up the tape. “You watch it?” I asked him.
“Not my place, and besides it could be a conflict of interest if I saw something on the tape happening in my office, if you know what I mean.” I thanked him for the tape and went to work. After scheduling the plant I told my secretary I didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone for the next hour and popped the tape into my player.
Ninety percent was nothing but shit. I watched Carol do her job during the day and saw Keith flirt with her every chance he could. Hand on the shoulder, talking over paperwork cheek-to-cheek, cute little hugs; I wanted to barf, but I saw a change developing the last week on the tape. There was way too much touching and the hugs were way too often and way too long. His hands were now on her ass, like he was grinding his dick into her.
As she way leaving Tuesday she stopped in his office, dropped a few papers on his desk and as she turned around to leave he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. I watched her laugh but never expected what came next. Keith put his hand behind her head and pulled her to him. The first kiss lasted a second or two but the next few lasted forever.
I turned off the tape, went to the lounge and got a cup of coffee. Did I want to look at the rest? If I did, was I ready to end my marriage? Fuck, I’d come this far and besides, I needed to know. I went back and turned it back on.
There was a lot of kissing and hands were going every which way, but in the end, Carol pulled back and stopped. She straighten her clothes and hair, gave him a peck on the lips and left.
I fast-forwarded Wednesday’s tape to the late afternoon. Nothing went on until about 6:30 when they were in the conference room looking at files and making notes. Keith came up behind her and pushed his groin into her ass. Carol turned around, smiled and reached behind and put her hand on his dick. Carol rubbed it as she turned around and started to laugh; I didn’t.
I’d love to say that Carol pushed him away and slapped him across the face, but within a few minutes his face was in her crotch giving it a good tongue licking. Carol was laid out on the conference table with her top off and her skirt pushed up around her waist as Keith munched away.
After watching her orgasm was rough but when she dropped to her knees and started to suck him off I turned away and just let it run. After getting him hard, at least she didn’t let him cum in her mouth. Carol then lay back on the table, brought up her knees up to her chest and Keith slipped into her dripping cunt.
They fucked, plain and simple for the next 15 minutes. I’m glad there wasn’t any sound to the tape or I would have tossed my cookies. After they finished and started cleaning up I turned it off. I down loaded it to my computer, burned two disks and just sat back in my chair. My wonderful life was history for sure and I didn’t have a clue what to do next so I called Dave.
I told him briefly what was on the tape and arranged to meet him after work at Al’s. “I want to fuck him over Dave, but if I see him, I’m going to kill him” Rick almost shouted.
“You don’t want to do anything like that, because you’ll end up in jail and he wins,” Dave told him. “I hate that prick as much as you do, but I can’t get involved because it would be a conflict of interest because I’m still his partner.” “However, I know someone who will be happy to handle you case free of charge after I show him the tape.” “Give me a couple of days to get all the paperwork together and I’ll call you when it’s done.”
I don’t think I said three words to Carol over the next four days. I ate dinner out and only came home to sleep. On the fifth day Carol was up waiting for me to get home. “Are we ever going to talk again?” she asked. “I don’t like where we’re at right now and want to say I’m sorry for anything I’ve done these past few months.” “I want us to go back to being a couple again,” she said with a tear in her eye.
“Carol I don’t know if that’s possible anymore” Rick started. “A lot of shit has happened and I don’t know if I trust you anymore Carol.” “Here’s what we’ll do, we’ll both write down what we’re sorry for and tomorrow night we sit down and talk, how about that?” he asked her.
“I’d love that but what I’d really love is to have you in my bed tonight making love to me; how about it?” she pleaded.
I tried to make love to her, but in the end we just fucked like so many times over these past few months. I kept seeing the images of her and Keith screwing on the table and I plowed into her that much harder until I dropped my load, I ‘m not even sure Carol got off and really didn’t care anymore.
The next day, all the papers were served. Carol was served at work with divorce papers, Keith was being sued for alienation of affection and his business was being sued because it didn’t stop what was going on, which was against the companies moral clause written into it’s original charter. From 10:00 to 10:30 my phone never stopped ringing so I just turned it off and told my receptionist that I wasn’t going to accept any calls that day.
Carol started in on me as soon as I entered the door. How could I do this, and how about that, and a million questions non-stop for the better part of a half hour? I just sat there with a beer and listened and then asked her to join me in the living room.
“You got your list done?” I asked. Carol was about to ask what fucking list when she remembered and told me she hadn’t even started it. “Here” Rick said as he threw her a pad of paper and a pen. “Write down what your sorry about and maybe we can resolve this matter,” he told her. “While your doing that, maybe this might help you remember” as he started the DVD. “I’ll be back in an hour to talk or pack; one of the two” as he grabbed his keys and drove over to Dave’s.
“How’d she take it?” was his first question I told him about what she was suppose to be doing while I was gone and he just smiled. “You played the tape?” “That should take the wind out of her sail.” “You know she still loves you, and that prick Keith took advantage of her,” Dave told him.
“I know you’re probably right, but she never said no, and now I don’t know if I can ever trust her again?” “I still love her I think, but it’s going to take a lot of time to get over what she did to me.” “I wonder how Keith’s taking the news?” I said with a laugh.
Keith’s wife had already watched her copy of the DVD before he got home. All his clothes were on the front lawn and she’d already had the locks changed as he pounded on the door asking her to let him in. “Go back to your whore” she yelled at him. After about 20 minutes, he picked up his clothes and left. “Asshole” is all she said as he pulled away.
Carol was a total wreck when Rick came back She was crying uncontrollably and he couldn’t understand a word she was saying as he walked into the house. “Well, I see you watched the tape” he said glancing at the TV. “I hope you enjoyed it more than I did, now where’s the fucking list you promised me,” Rick yelled at her. Sheepishly Carol handed him the pad of paper.
There were 15 items on the list but the top 5 were the deal breakers. Rick grabbed a beer from the refrig and sat down at the kitchen table and looked over the list. Item #1; slept with my boss, #2 lied to my husband, #3 disrespected my husband, #4 put my marriage and family at risk and #5 stopped making love to my husband. The rest was bullshit items that were true but didn’t have the major impact of the top five.
Rick looked up and saw Carol in the door way to the kitchen, still crying. Looking up at her, Rick threw the pad on the table and asked why. “Why the fuck did you do it Carol?” “Was our marriage so bad that you could throw it away so easily?” “Was I so bad in bed that you needed another lover Carol because what I saw on the tape, he wasn’t any bigger than I am?” “Just what the fuck were you thinking?” Rick began yelling.
“I don’t know” Carol sobbed. “We were having a few problems and Keith kept telling me how great I was and how you were taking me for granted, he said it so long, I started to believe it she said sobbing.”
“It was all a plan to get in pants, I even told you he was nothing more than a pussy hound, you just wouldn’t listen, would you?” “And now what the hell do I do with you?” “I should toss your miserable ass to the curb like they do with all whoring sluts” he told her which made her cry even more.
“I love you Rick and I’m so sorry about what I’ve done to you and if you give me the chance, I’ll make it up to you every day” she said in a meek voice.
“Before that’s going to happen, I want you to move all you’re shit to the spare bedroom which is now your room.” “Second, I need you to go to work tomorrow and clean out your desk, you’re done there.” He didn’t bother to tell her, she was going to be fired tomorrow anyway. “I don’t know if we’re going to make it past this but I maybe willing to try but I’m too angry to talk about it right now” he said as he walked to his bedroom.
Two days later, at his office Keith pondered what was going on. Shit, he didn’t force the bitch to give up anything; he couldn’t help it if Carol’s husband was such a loser. Dave and he had it out yesterday and even though he was the senior partner he couldn’t do a fucking thing to him. There was no way Carol would let this get out in the open and his own wife would come around anyway soon if she knew what was good for her.
Dave told Keith the next day that he’d set up a meeting to try and settle the suits before they got to court. “I’ll have Rick, Carol and their attorney here tomorrow at 10:00 so please be on time and get your story straight before then, maybe we can diffuse this” he told him.
“Fuck them, I’ll eat them alive tomorrow,” he said with a laugh.
Rick and Carol were already in the room talking to Dave when Keith strolled in and sat down across from the. “They got a list of conditions for dropping all the law suits” Dave told him. “There a little rough but with the evidence we really have no choice” he went on as he passed them to Keith.
#1 Keith be permently removed from the law firm. #2 Carol be given three months separation pay. #3 Carol to have paid medical until the end of the year. #4 A $50,000.00 lump payment. #5 Keith not practice lay for a period of one year.
“This is bull shit, I won’t agree to these conditions” he screamed at Rick. “And where the fuck is your attorney anyway, is he afraid to show his face, is he afraid of me?” he said with a laugh.
“He should be here any minute” Rick said with a smile. “He was just getting a few court documents finished” he said as the door opened and his attorney walked in.
The only one surprised was Keith as he rose to his feet. “Dad?” was all he could say with his mouth wide open. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Sit the fuck down and shut up” he commanded. “I’ve cleaned up your messes for the last time.” “You will accept their terms or I’ll cut you totally loose” he told him. “I still own my shares and you’ve managed to fuck up everything you’ve touched but no more.” “I apologize for what my son did because I’ve come to understand he’s probable brain dead among other things.” “I’ll get the paperwork done and by tomorrow we can put this mess behind us; agreed?”
We all, except Keith, shook hands and started to walk out and would have made it, if Keith hadn’t made one last stupid statement.
“Carol, if you ever need a real man again, you know where to find me” he said snickering.
In less than two minutes , Keith had a broken nose, two black eyes and a busted jaw. “Keith, maybe now you’ll learn to keep big mouth shut” his father said as they all left him sprawled on the conference room floor.
It was a quiet ride home as Carol wondered how she was going to save her marriage. “Rick, I know I fucked up big time, so where do we go from here?” Carol asked as they walked into the house.
Carol got her answer, as Rick grabbed her hair and pulled her down in front of him as he undid his pants. “I think you know what to do with this” as he drove into her mouth. “That’s right bitch, suck it slow and deep,” he told her as he worked it down her throat.
”This is the way it’s now going to play out” Rick started still face fucking her. You will sign this post nuptial agreement that if you even look at another man without my consent I will divorce you and you will get nothing.” “Finally, this sex once a week is now history” he told her. “We will have sex when, where and as often as I want from now on, is that understood Carol?” Carol looked up and nodded as she continued to slurp away.
“Oh fuck yes,” Rick cried out as he shot his load into her hot mouth. Carol got up to spit in the sink just as Rick grabbed her arm. “Swallow bitch” he demanded. He could see the horror in her eyes as she did as ordered. “As I said, you will now do what I want” he said with a smile; and she did from that day forward.
Carol was a good slut from that day forward. She never said no and was just thankful he hadn’t thrown her out. They now had sex 5 times a week but it wasn’t the same, something was missing; love. The sex was great but one day Rick didn’t go home, he’d found someone else and had moved in with her. Carol tried to get him back, but Rick never got the picture of Keith and her going at it and it finally killed his love for her.
A lot of raw sex is good and exciting, but lovemaking is so much better isn’t it???
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