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I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Simone, my wife of five years, was topless, bouncing on the lap of one of the guys in the hot tub below. From the look on her face and the look on the guy's face, it was pretty clear to me they were actually fucking. What the fuck? Angry, I pulled out my phone and took a short video.
I thought about changing into my swim trunks, but changed my mind. I sat on a chair in the room and thought back. No wonder she didn't want me to come to this party with her. She had been working as a secretary for S&G Funds, a hedge fund company, for about a year or so, and she really seemed to be happy. Now I know why. Earlier that week, I saw a text come up on her phone, letting her know there would be a company Christmas party this weekend, and she was allowed to bring a "plus one." When I told her about it, she tried to dissuade me from going. "Oh Carl, you'll just be bored anyway," she said. "I don't get it," I said. "Why don't you want me to go with you?" I asked. "Are you ashamed to be seen in public with me or something?" "Of course not, silly," she said. "It's just that these are financial gurus. There's probably going to be a lot of boring talk about money and stuff and you'd just get bored." Her company had a habit of holding these parties about once a month, and they had always been staff only. Most of the time, Simone was gone until late that night, or even sometimes late the next day. I never made a fuss about it, but now I had a better idea of what actually went on at these things. "I see," I told her. "Well, maybe I'd like to spend the evening with you anyway." "Have it your way," she said. "If you're going, you'd better get your tux cleaned. But trust me, you're probably not going to have a lot of fun." The day of the party, she suggested I bring a pair of swim trunks. Swim trunks? For a Christmas party? It's December, for crying out loud, and it's cold outside. "Swim trunks?" I asked her. "It's awful cold outside for swim trunks, don't you think?" "Nah," she said. "We usually end up in my boss' penthouse after the main party and he has a real nice hot tub." "I see," I told her. "So, you do this often, then?" "Yeah, pretty much every time," she said. "Now, promise me you'll be on your best behavior tonight, okay?" "I always am," I told her. This didn't sound too good. Why would she tell me this? "Why are you telling me this?" "Oh, it's just that these parties can get pretty wild sometimes," she said. "I don't want you getting upset with anything you might see. The guys there are quite friendly and can get pretty handsy, if you know what I mean." "Well, as long as everything passes the husband test, there shouldn't be any problem, right?" I asked in response. She smiled and said nothing, but gave me a kiss on the cheek. When we got to the main party, Simone introduced me to a friend of hers, Linda. "Linda, this is my husband, Carl," she said. Linda looked me over and smiled. "Husband?" she asked. "This is going to be fun. You really are a wild and crazy girl, you know that?" she asked with a smile. I wondered what she meant by that. Simone smiled as she giggled. "I gotta go mingle, sweetie," Simone told me. "Could you get me something to drink? Maybe some wine. C'mon, let's go," she told Linda without giving me so much as a backward glance. I made my way to the bar and got her wine and a beer for myself. I looked around but I didn't see Simone anywhere. I walked around, looking for her, but to no avail. After a half hour, I sat at an empty table and hoped she would come look for me. In the meantime, I watched as everyone danced and had a general good time. No one said anything to me and walked around me as though I wasn't even there. I guess she was right -- I wasn't having any fun at all, and I was getting more than a bit pissed off that my wife would simply abandon me like this. After nursing my beer for a couple hours, I said 'to hell with this shit,' and got up. I figured if Simone wasn't even going to spend any time with me, I'll just go home and leave her to her friends. I started walking to the entrance when Simone and Linda came up to me. There were three other guys with them, and one had his arm around Simone's waist. Simone didn't bother to make any introductions. "Oh there you are," she said. I could tell she had been drinking. "We were looking all over for you." Yeah, sure you were, I thought. When she kissed me, I could detect the taste of tequila and something else. "Yeah, I was just getting ready to go home since you abandoned me two hours ago," I said. "Where were you?" She blushed and looked down as the guys with her smirked at me. I felt like punching them in the teeth. "We were just having a few shots," Linda said. Simone looked at her funny. I wondered what the hell was going on here. "Shots of what?" I asked Simone. "I can taste tequila, but there's something else." "Oh nothing," Simone said. "Hey, listen, we're all going over to Ben's place. He's got the hot tub warming up. Are you ready?" "I guess," I said. "Am I going to get to spend some time with you or are you planning to abandon me again tonight?" "Oh, don't be silly," she said. "You'll see me later. I'll ride over with Linda and the guys if that's okay with you." "Why not ride with me?" I asked. One of the guys grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away. "You can follow me, dude," he said in a tone of voice that pissed me off even more. Simone and Linda followed the guys and I could hear them laughing as they left. I got my car and followed them. When we arrived, I saw that Simone had already changed into her bikini. What the hell was going on here?After doing a search on the Internet, Jack learned that the woman Michael was seeing was married, and her husband didn't take too kindly to being cuckolded. As a result, both Michael and the woman ended up with a .45 caliber slug in their heads and the husband ended up in jail. Jack, of course, wasn't surprised at all. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Linda kept promising to visit the children, but she never came. 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*****This is the fourth installment of a new series that deals with the consequences of cheating. The current plan is that each entry in the series can be read as a separate story****** **********. 18+ ****** Linda Richards pulled into her driveway and hit the button to open the garage door. She pulled inside as she always did, and noticed that her husband's truck wasn't in the garage. Perhaps he took the kids out for dinner, she thought. It was a bit late for them to be out, she thought, but then again, the kids didn't have school tomorrow since it was Friday night. She smiled at the idea of Jack taking care of the kids for a change, since she often felt as though she was taking care of three children, not just two. She got out of her car and went in the house. It was already dark outside, and the interior of the house she shared with her husband and two children seemed eerily quiet without the lights and the noise of video games blaring from their large-screen television. She re
A little more than a year after we married, Brenda gave birth to twins, a boy, Christopher, and a girl, Julie. Life went on the Carson household, and I found that I enjoyed being a father. One day, about ten years after we married, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw Kirsten standing on the porch. She looked like she had been through a wringer. "Ned, it's good to see you again," she said. "Good to see you, Kirsten," I answered. "Please, come in." She walked in and looked around. I invited her to sit down and introduced her to Brenda and the kids. "So, what brings you here, Kirsten?" I asked. "It's Nikki," she said. "You were right about Ramon." "Oh?" I asked. "What happened?" "It took about five years, but he eventually used her up just like you said he would," she told us. "She ended up on the streets turning tricks to support her habit. Unfortunately, prostitutes her age don't fare too well on the street for very long. She managed on her own for quite
After reading all the filings and the counselor's report, I feel I have no choice but to grant the plaintiff's petition for divorce as filed," he said, pounding his gavel. "Good luck, Mr. Carson, and thank you for your service to this community," he added. I looked at Nick in surprise. "Did we just win?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "We sure did," he said, shaking my hand. "Congratulations, Ned, you're a free man now." Kirsten gathered her things and walked over to us. "Congratulations, Ned," she said, extending a hand. "You got your pound of flesh. I hope you're happy now." I accepted her hand and shook it. I knew that losing a case like this wasn't easy for her. "No, I'm not happy," I said. "I haven't been happy for quite a while." I pulled a DVD out of my briefcase and handed it to her. "You once said if I have anything to pass on to Nikki to let you know. Here's my final message to her. You can look at it if you wish, I don't care. I also have a cashier's check for h
Nick had been busy as well. After drawing up the heavily one-sided petition for divorce, he published it in the local paper and in the LA Times, twice a week for four weeks. Toward the end of the fourth week, he sent a courtesy copy to Kirsten, who wasn't very happy. She demanded a meeting with myself and Nick as soon as possible."What the hell is the meaning of this?" she demanded when we met in his conference room. "This is an insult, it's not a petition for divorce. Where the fuck do you get off by demanding a 75-25 split? With no support?""The real insult is what your client did to her husband, with your help, I might add. Since your client decided to abandon the marriage, my client and I both feel this is the most appropriate response," Nick said. "She hasn't even bothered to make arrangements to get her things out of my client's home.""My client hasn't even been served with papers yet," Kirsten hissed."That's because your client has been hiding in the Los Angeles area," Nick







