CHAPTER 6

When you kissed me at the party, you deliberately made sure you had those two men's cum in your mouth when you did, didn't you?" Her face burned red for a bit.

"Yes, I did," she said.

"Why?" I asked. "Did I do something to deserve that kind of humiliation?"

"You did nothing," she said. "We just thought it would be... wicked and exciting."

"So all of you planned to humiliate me, didn't you?" I asked. "And you intended to humiliate me even further at Ben's place, didn't you?"

"Yes and yes," she said sheepishly.

"How long have you been screwing those guys?" I asked.

"Pretty much from the time I joined S&G," she said.

"Again, why?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Because I liked it," she said. "It was fun. It was naughty and exciting. They made me feel sexy."

"How many times did you give me sloppy seconds or kiss me with their cum still in your mouth?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "A few." I felt like throwing up after hearing that, but managed to keep myself under control.

"How many men did you have sex with since you started there? Not counting me," I said.

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe four or five... dozen."

"Four or five DOZEN?" I asked, shocked. "You've fucked 48 to 60 other men over the last year? My God, woman, are you out of your fucking mind? Haven't you heard of STDs? What, were you trying to kill me off with something? Do you even know who the father of this child is?"

"Not 100 percent," she said.

"But you expect me to raise it and pay for it, don't you?" I asked. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"But I love you," she said quietly.

"Well I don't love you," I said, my anger building. "Not anymore. In fact, I hate your guts right now and I hope you rot and die of fucking AIDS." Both of them looked at me, shocked. Simone looked as if she was about to start crying, but I didn't care. In fact, I wanted to hurt her even more with my words and started to say something else, but Abigail stopped me.

"That's enough, Mr. Jacobs," she said. "You've made your point. I see you're determined to throw away five good years of marriage."

"I didn't throw anything away," I said. "She did, the first time she spread her legs for another man. And it wasn't five good years. Four, maybe. The last year, she wasn't really my wife. She was just a cum dump for everything she could get her hands on. You heard her. She screwed 48 to 60 men over the last year. She doesn't even know who the father of her child is. No, I will never, ever, reconcile with that."

"Alright, I think we've heard enough for today," Abigail said. "I want to have a session with each of you on an individual basis, then we'll go from there." We scheduled our appointment for the next week and left. I heard Simone call out to me when we got to the parking lot, but I ignored her and went to my car. As I pulled out, I saw her slumped over her steering wheel, sobbing. Good, I thought. Let her feel some pain for once. That night, I got a call from a very angry Linda.

"I hope your fucking happy," she yelled.

"What do you mean?" I asked in response.

"Simone is in the hospital," Linda said. "She had a miscarriage. She told me what you said and the way you treated her."

"So, what do you want? Sympathy? I simply told the truth, which is a lot more than she did this last year," I said.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Linda asked. "Your wife is in the fucking HOSPITAL! Don't you care about that?"

"Frankly, no, I don't," I told her.

"My God, you really are a bastard," she said quietly.

"Well, you guys only have yourselves to thank for that," I said.

"The very least you can do is go down and give them your insurance information," she said. "Legally, she's still your wife and you'll end up getting the bills anyway." I calmed down for a moment and remembered what Jennie told me.

"Alright," I said. "What room is she in?" Linda gave me the information and I went to the hospital.