TITLE    : My Wife Went Where? With Whom?
STORYID  : my-wife-went-where-with-whom
SUMMARY  : And I wasn't supposed to find out about it.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2018-12-08
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |loving wives|military wives|cheating wifes|wife caught cheating|revenge|


<i>Not as much sex as some of you like. Not as much BTB as others want. More narrative than still others can tolerate. And more detail than necessary. Still, it is what it is and some of you may even enjoy it.</i>



<b>My wife went where? With whom?</b> ----And I wasn't supposed to find out about it!



The living room had three. The kitchen two. Guest bedroom two. Master bedroom five. A total of twelve and that didn't include the office or the bathrooms. Twelve small lights which told me the TV's were on standby mode, or the modem was on, or the smoke alarm was working. Twelve lights giving the status of various appliances the modern home seems to think it needs on a daily basis; but as I walked through my house at two in the morning, the twelve lights were unable to tell me where my wife was.



My name is Walker. Seth Walker. First Lieutenant Seth Walker, United States Army; graduate of Penn State University and their Army ROTC Program. I was Commissioned a Second Lieutenant, entered on active duty, and was stationed at Aberdeen Proving Grounds (APG), Maryland.



I met Christine (Chris) Wetzel when we were sophomores at Penn State. We dated for the rest of our time there, and married just before moving to Maryland. We were at APG for three years before I was sent to Korea and completed five months of the normal 12 month tour there. Korea was a 'hardship tour' which meant Chris could not accompany me. My parents bought a house for us in Bel Air, Maryland, when we were first assigned to APG and Chris continued living there while I was in Korea. That way she could keep her job at the County Board of Education.



Less than 36 hours before I was counting lights in my house, I was in Korea where I was notified by The Red Cross that my parents had been injured in a three car crash near their home in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. My father is a Veterinarian and my mother is a researcher at the US Army War College. I was born in Carlisle and lived there until I moved to Happy Valley (State College, Pennsylvania, home of Penn State). I graduated from Cumberland Valley High School in Carlisle. We called it Cow Valley instead of Cumberland Valley because of the cows that used to graze in the fields surrounding the school.



After I was notified of the accident, The Red Cross helped me arrange for a 30 day emergency leave and a flight home. I chose to fly into Baltimore because it was only about an hour from our home in Bel Air. Chris could pick me up and we would drive up to Carlisle. 



I tried to call Chris from Korea, then San Francisco, and again from Baltimore. She never answered so I left messages. I got a ride with the Airport Shuttle service after landing in Baltimore and arrived home after midnight. 



After walking through the house, I checked the garage and both cars were there, but I noticed that my Jeep Wrangler was dirty. 



My jeep was rarely dirty. I wasn't fanatical about it, but I tried to keep it clean. It being dirty surprised me because Chris hated it and refused to drive it. She didn't even like riding in it so I expected it to be covered with five months' of dust with a dead battery.



I went to the key rack in the kitchen to get keys. The Wrangler started immediately. I glanced around the inside of it and although it wasn't 'trashed', it certainly wasn't as clean as I left it. 



I walked through the house for the who knows how many-ith (I know there is no such word, but I'm using it anyway) time and started counting lights.



Naturally, I was concerned about my wife, but my parents were in hospital and I needed to get to them.I hadn't taken a shower since before leaving Korea, so I took one. Nothing seemed right in the bathroom. There were razors which were not my brand, tubes of a toothpaste brand I didn't recognize, and a cheap drugstore cologne I would never use. When I opened my underwear drawer in the bedroom, I was hit with another surprise. I don't wear Hanes and I don't wear blue, black or red briefs; and my t-shirts are not vee necked but that was all that was in there. I walked naked to the closet. When I looked at my clothing, I didn't recognize anything that was hanging there. I tried on a pair of slacks and they were too small. Same with a shirt I tried on. I went to the bag I brought with me from Korea, dug out some underwear and a relatively unwrinkled uniform. Just what in blue blazes was happening? My wife was gone, and not only were my clothes missing, but different male clothing was hanging in their place. 



I tried calling her again. No luck so I wrote a note bringing her up to speed and left it on the kitchen counter.



Back in the garage, I loaded the bag I brought with me into the Jeep and headed for Carlisle. Less than three hours later, I was at the hospital. Both of my parents were pretty heavily sedated so not aware that I was there. I checked with the staff and was told that they should recover completely even tho their injuries were relatively serious. 



It was then almost six AM, so I sat in a chair in my mother's room and fell asleep. It was almost noon when I awoke. I again talked to their medical team, and was told that I could stay as long as I liked, but they were going to be in and out of consciousness for at least the next 36 hours and would most likely not know if I was there.



Nothing I could do in Carlisle, so I headed back to Bel Air. The sun was bright and I had forgotten my sunglasses so I looked through my Jeep to see if I left a pair in it. I found some, but they weren't mine. I would never have sunglasses with shiny silver reflective lenses. In the glove compartment, I also found several pieces of mail addressed to someone named Andrew Allison. 



When I got home, the note I wrote for Chris was where I left it and it was obvious that she had not been there. 



I went to the office and sorted through Andrew Allison's mail. He was behind in payments to three credit card companies and a mortgage company. I also found out that his bi-weekly paycheck from the County Detention Center went directly to the bank and that his checking account balance was $37.84. His savings account had $82.27.



The growl from my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten in some time. Bacon, eggs and hash browns has always been my 'go to' meal so I started to fix it. I didn't get far because the refrigerator had neither eggs nor bacon. It didn't have much of anything else, either. 



Likewise, there was no bread for toast and no potatoes for hash browns. I found a frozen lasagna dinner in the freezer so ate that.



I tried several more times to call Chris but my calls went straight to voicemail. Calls to her sister had the same results. 



I thought again about my clothes. I went back to the bedroom and, again, looked through the closet. Nothing had changed. None of my clothes were there. I went through all the drawers in the dresser. In her underwear drawer I saw some videos. I picked them up and looked at the hand written label on the top one. 'More Fun'. 



I walked through the house again. She couldn't have just gotten rid of my clothes, so I looked for them. They were in the closet in the guest bedroom.



The house phone rang. The answering machine picked up on the first ring.



"This is Delta Airlines and this message is for Mrs. Christine Walker. There has been a change in your flight on the 27th. It's scheduled departure is now three PM. We apologize for any inconvenience."



Flight? My mind was now completely bumfuddled, which is a great deal worse than befuddled. At this point, I went back to the office and started looking around. Chris was organized. She made lists, kept notes, and created a folder for anything that had more than two pieces of paper pertaining to it. There was a folder on a shelf above the desk. The label on the folder said Cruise. Inside the folder was the itinerary for a 14 Day Caribbean cruise. The cruise documents were for Christine Walker and Andrew Allison and included their cabin number. Paper clipped to the cruise itinerary in typical Christine fashion, was a flight schedule. It confirmed what the phone message just said ... that there was a flight scheduled ... except the ETD on the itinerary was 2:15PM. It was flight 2507 from Ft. Lauderdale to Baltimore on the 27th. That was 10 days away. And like the cruise itinerary, it listed both Christine Walker and Andrew Allison. That meant they had already been on the cruise for four days.



I looked through our credit card files and discovered that the cruise and airline tickets had been paid for by me.



I sat for what felt like a long time. My wife was on a 14 day Caribbean Cruise with someone named Andrew Allison. Who the hell was this guy?



I decided to take a drive over to the address on Mr. Allison's mail and have a look around. 



I rang the bell. 



"May I help you?" Asked the woman who opened the door.



"I'm not sure."



"That doesn't make sense." Slight pause. "Why are you driving Andrew's car?"



"I beg your pardon?"



"Why are you driving my husband's car?"



Perplexed, I answered. "I'm not. I'm driving my car."



"Sorry. It looks just like my husband's."



"Speaking of your husband, is he here?"



"No."



"Can you tell me when he will be back?"



"Never. He doesn't live here anymore."



"Do you know where he lives now?"



"No idea where, but he lives with his girlfriend. Why? You another debt collector?"



"No. I'm a husband in search of a wife."



"Well, stick around a couple of months and I know one who will be available."



I almost grinned. "I have one, I just can't find her."



I could almost see the bulb light up above her head.



"Oh...could it be that your missing wife might be with my asshole husband?"



"It appears that way."



"Why don't you come in and let's chat." 



We sat in her living room and talked. It seems I filled in some blanks for her and vice versa. They had been married for five years and had two children. She managed the produce department at a supermarket and he was a Correctional Officer at the County Detention Center. Two months ago, she kicked him out of their house for cheating. It was the second time she caught him. He wouldn't have a chance for a third. Since then he had come by a few times to pick up his mail and see the kids. She thought he came by mostly to show off for the kids, especially in that little black convertible his girlfriend bought him.



"Did you say little black convertible?"



"Yes."



"Do you know what kind of car it is?"



"I think he said it was a Mercury."



I shot out of that house and got in my Wrangler. It took me six minutes for a trip that normally took much longer. The key to the storage unit was still in the Wrangler's console. I opened the storage unit door and there it sat; my Black 1946 Mercury Convertible. It had belonged to my grandfather and was absolutely original except for tires, hoses, and a 12 volt electrical system. Even the hose clamps were original.



The first thing I noticed was that the top was down. I never left it with the top down. Looking further, I found small muddy shoe prints on the back seat, some old french fries on the seat and floor and an empty beer bottle under the driver's seat. I was mad. The ignition key was with the key for the storage unit lock. I put it in and turned it. Almost 200 miles had been put on the car since I left. If I was mad before, I was livid now. My wife knew the affection and respect I had for that car. I always told her she could drive it, but she always declined saying that she didn't have the nerve. But apparently, she let some son of a bitch use it as a daily driver; someone who let his kids walk on the seats with mud covered shoes and drop food all over it. My wife, knowing the reverence I had for it, allowed him to drive my most prized possession, other than herself; and he apparently treated it with the disrespect and nonchalance that only someone with no appreciation for objects valued by others could display. I could just see him sitting at a traffic light and, when the light turned green, 'popping' the clutch to see if it could burn rubber. 



I hated the bastard! And I was beginning to hate her. Someone was going to pay! Maybe two someones!! 



It might appear that my concern for my car exceeded that for my wife. Well, at that point it was a tossup. 



Chris and I agreed early in our relationship, that adultery was grounds for divorce. There would be no second chances and no forgiveness. Before we were married, we very carefully crafted a pre-martial agreement, or pre-nup. We agreed that we should make it financially catastrophic if one of us decided to cheat. We felt that if tempted to cheat, knowing the outcome; both marriage dissolution and financial ruin, would cause us to re-evaluate any potential cheating. Both the house, which was bought for us by my parents, and the 1946 Mercury, which actually belonged to my family, were exempt as was the jewelry she had inherited and kept in the safe; but anything and everything else either of us brought into, or accumulated during, the marriage was included. 



Before I left for Korea, and repeatedly in her letters since, she reminded me that any evidence, nay, any rumor or suspicion, of adultery on my part would result in divorce and compliance with the pre-nup.



Neither Chris nor I would ever be considered 'edgy' when it came to sex. We were always just meat and potatoes people; but when I watched the video labeled 'More Fun', I found in her dresser drawer, I saw a side of Chris I never would have expected. For starters, I recognized the room they were in as being my bedroom and she seemed to really enjoy anal sex; which is something neither of us had ever expressed an interest in. 



I got my first look at Allison and was not impressed. He was neither handsome nor endowed; so he must have one hell of a gift of gab. 



Chris took his dick in her ass repeatedly and from the screams and moans I heard, enjoyed it immensely. All this from a lady ... and I now use that term loosely ... who would always smack my hand away every time it got anywhere near her ass. Plus, she had always been a 'spitter', but she certainly seemed to enjoy swallowing when Allison popped in her mouth. I watched as he moved in and out of her mouth and I watched as her eyes rolled up in her head and I listened as the moans came from deep in her throat, around the dick that was there and out the corners of her mouth. I also watched as she actually licked her lips after swallowing as if trying to get any cum which had escaped with her moans.



And the fucking! Holy shit! At one point when he started fucking her, it went on and on and on. If you multiplied his six inch dick by the number of times it went in and out of her during one session, she must have had half a mile of dick pounding her. That must be his attribute; staying power.



One of the things I was curious about was the video itself. The camera moved around and the angles changed and there were close-ups. Somebody other than the two of them controlled it. So now there were at least three 'someones' who were going to pay.



I thought about it for a while and came to the conclusion that in some minds I could be considered at least partially responsible for her feeling it necessary to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere because we had stayed pretty much 'vanilla'; and at least half of that was my fault. But the fact that I would never insist that she do things she didn't want to do tended to negate some of that. So what did Allison have, or do, to convince her to do them? 



But the fact remained that she was still my wife, at least for now, and she was fucking another man. 



The sky was about to fall on Christine Wetzel Walker and Andrew Allison.



Baby steps first. The first phone call.



"Hello, this is Sprint, how may I help you?"



"My name is Seth Walker and I would like to cancel service on my wife's phone."



"Certainly, Mr. Walker. I can take care of that for you." I gave them my account number and Chris's telephone number and they flipped the switch ending her service immediately.



Next call.



"Delta Airlines. How may I help you?"



"Hi. My name is Andrew Allison. We have reservations on your flight 2507 on the 27th. Our plans have changed and I would like to cancel those reservations."



"Certainly Mr. Allison. If I could have the flight confirmation number I can take care of that for you."



I gave the confirmation number off their flight itinerary and their reservation was cancelled.



Baby steps. Next phone call.



"Hello. Carnival Cruise lines. How may I help you?"



"My name is Andrew Allison and am currently on your 14 day Caribbean cruise on the Island Princess out of Lauderdale. As you will know, we are currently in Puerto Rico. (I knew that from their itinerary) My companion and I find it necessary to leave the ship when we get to The Cayman Islands so we would like to cancel the rest of the cruise. Our cruise number is ..."



"Certainly Mr. Allison. I can take care of that for you."



Baby steps. Those calls would do nothing but confuse them and cause them a little inconvenience. Nothing big, but it was good for my soul. The next call, however, was not a baby step.



"Hello. Delmarva Realty. How may I help you?"



"Is Joanna Rusk available"



"One moment please."



Pause



"This is Joanna."



"Joanna, this is Seth Walker. I worked with your husband up until a few months ago when I was sent to Korea. And I have a situation." She and I had met a couple of times and she vaguely remembered me. I told her my story. "So I would like to sell my house. Fast. I have to be back in Korea soon and I want it sold before I leave. I'm sending in movers to empty it in the next couple of days."



"That's pretty fast, but I think I can take care of that for you. I'll meet you at the house in 30 minutes with the contract."



Another step.



"Hello, Pentagon Credit Union. How may I help you?"



"I'm Lieutenant Seth Walker and I want take my wife off my credit cards, savings, and checking accounts effective immediately.



"Certainly Lieutenant Walker. Just give me those account numbers and your transaction authorization code and I'll take care of that for you."



By taking her name off the accounts, I kept all of the money; after all the pre-nup said I could. 



Another big step and another call.



"Hello, Local and Long Haul Movers, How may I help you?"



"Hello, my name is Seth Walker and I need a house emptied and it's contents moved in the next couple of days."



"No problem, sir. We'll take care of that for you."



And yet another call.



"Hello."



"Uncle Hershel? This is Seth."



"Seth? We thought you were in Korea."



"I'm home for a few days. I came to check on Mom and Dad."



"How are they?"



"They're pretty banged up right now but they'll be fine. I'm in Maryland taking care of some personal business but I'm going back to Carlisle shortly. Listen, Uncle Hersh, Chris and I are getting a divorce and I need an attorney. Fast. Know anybody in the Bel Air area?" My father's brother was a Copyright Attorney in Philadelphia



"Let me make a couple of calls." Two hours later, I had an appointment with a friend of a friend of a friend of Uncle Hershel's. 



Joanna Rusk arrived at the house. She walked through it and we decided on a price we both thought was reasonable so we signed the contract. I gave her a set of keys and the house was officially for sale. 



Later that day I met with the attorney Uncle Hershel located for me and was assured that Chris would be served where and when I wanted it done. We ended our meeting with him saying, "I'll take care of that for you."



I left for Carlisle.



I spent the next day and a half with my parents. I didn't tell them about Chris or selling the house. They didn't need that in their condition. They were both in good spirits so I headed back to Bel Air and some unfinished business.

<hr pg="2" />I moved my Grandfather's car to a different storage unit and met the movers at the house. In one truck they put all of my belongings and the few furniture items I wanted. In another truck, they put everything else. I put her jewelry in a plastic bag. I overheard one of the movers talking about the blown engine in his wife's car and how they couldn't afford to have it repaired and her getting back and forth to work was becoming a major problem but they really needed for her to keep working.



I interrupted his discussion. "Excuse me. Would you come with me for a minute?" I asked him. We went to the garage and I pointed to Chris's four year old Camry. "Would your wife like that?" 



"Of course she would, but there's no way we can afford to buy it." And he went back to work. Five minutes later, I handed him both sets of keys and the signed title to Chris's car. 



"Tell your wife it's an early Christmas present." I had just walked away from my new BFF when the doorbell rang. It was the couple from next door.



"Hey, Seth, What's going on?"



"Isn't it pretty obvious?"



"Does Chris know you're doing this?"



"How could she? She's cruising the Caribbean with Andrew Allison, which I have no doubt you knew about."



"Of course we knew about it, but you're divorced so what difference does it make who she's with?"



"Not only are we not divorced ... yet ... but I had no idea she even wanted one or that she was cheating on me."



"Oh, my God. That's not what we heard."



"Well, that's the truth." So I told them my story. Then they told me the story as told to them by Chris. She told them that I had an affair with a Korean woman right after I got there so she filed for divorce. Then she met Allison while he was in charge of a group of prisoners doing some work in her office at the Board of Education. Two months ago, he moved in. Chris told them the cruise was in celebration of our divorce being final. My God, she certainly didn't waste any time finding someone to take my place. If I was livid before, I was ready to go ballistic then. Apparently the pre-nup didn't scare her a bit.



We talked for another few minutes and they left.



I went with the movers to my new storage unit and dropped off my stuff. Then we took the other truck to the Salvation Army Retail Store and donated everything else. I'm sure there were some valuable heirlooms from Chris's family, but I didn't give a fuck. Only her jewelry was exempt and it was in a plastic bag in my Wrangler. 



Then I drove back to Carlisle to spend time with my parents. 



My phone rang. "Hello."



"Seth, this is Joanna Rusk. I talked to a friend of mine who flips houses. She looked at your house and loves it; and she's willing to move quickly. She made a cash offer and can close in a week if you drop the price by $8,000.00." 



Chris's ship was scheduled to dock in Ft Lauderdale in six days. "I'll drop it by $4000.00 if we can close in six days."



"I'll get back to you."



Six days to Ft Lauderdale, but they were supposed to be in The Cayman Islands today. I was sure that the cruise line had already talked to them about disembarking in the Caymans and had been told that no such arrangements had been made by them. There would be some confusion as to why the cruise line would have such an idea, but their cruise would continue so all would be well ... at least I'm sure that's what they thought. It was just a little inconvenience, but the thought of them having to deal with it made me smile for the first time in days. 



There would also be some confusion when they docked in Lauderdale and the Cruise Line tells her that the credit card she had on file with the ship to pay their onboard expenses had been cancelled. It was one more inconvenience and maybe a bit of embarrassment. They could, of course, use one of his credit cards, but given the notices and balances I saw in his mail, that wasn't likely. I was sorely tempted to use those notices to cancel his cards as well, but there was a mother and two children who may be relying on those cards, however behind the payments may be. So I didn't.



I would have loved to have been there when Chris began finding that her world was collapsing around her. She had no reason to suspect that I was involved because as far as she knew, I was in Korea. 



I suspect her first call in Lauderdale would be to the credit card company ... if she had access to a phone. But since she no longer had one and even if she did, she was no longer listed on the credit card accounts, so would not be told anything. The only way she would know I was involved is if she had read her messages before her phone service ended. Had she done that, of course, she would have already known 'the jig was up' and, I was certain, would have tried to contact me. But I had received no indication that had happened.



My phone rang. It was Joanna. "The closing is on. My office at 9:00 Friday morning." 



My parents were steadily improving and I still had other things to do. By then I had told them about Chris and that I was selling the house. They were, of course, upset for what I was going through and supported the actions I had taken so far. I had no plans to tell them what was coming next. 



Chris had only the cash she had with her, no phone, no credit cards, no plane ticket home, no home when she got there, no car, no furniture, and no clothes. I smiled again.



I went to The Outback and had a steak then had a good night' sleep 



I drove to Bel Air early on Friday morning and by 9:30, the house belonged to Joanna's 'flipper' friend and the lovers were, I hoped, still trying to figure out a way to pay their bill so they could get off the ship. After that, they had to find a flight home and a way to pay for it. 



I went to The Hampton Inn and got a room. 



I had brought with me the tapes I had found. I was going to watch them so I would be really pissed later in the day. I opened the second one of the videos. The same man from the first video was on his knees; again on my bed. His head was buried between a pair of legs and his hands were holding on to the thighs belonging to those legs. Both bodies were seen in profile and I saw that the thighs and legs were connected to Chris's body. Her hands were squeezing her breasts and pushing her nipples out between her thumb and first finger.



The tongue fucking went on for several minutes before he moved up between the legs. At that point, the camera moved as well; down to the foot of the bed where it had a view of his ass and cock as well as her pussy. I watched as a hand came into view and grabbed the dick. Then a mass of coal black hair filled the screen. 



"Damn it, Judy, move your head." I recognized the voice as Jackson, Judy's husband. Judy was Chris's sister.



"Sorry, sweetie." And the head moved to show the hand pointing the dick at Chris's pussy. "God, that's so fucking hot." Judy almost moaned.



Then I heard Chris. "It's even hotter from where I am."



"I know you're right, but my turn is coming."



The camera backed away and I could see that Judy was naked. Then Jackson's voice again. "Come on, Lenny. Do something."



"Yeah, Lenny, do something." Said Judy as she moved to lay beside her sister, spread her legs and started rubbing herself.



Another man came into view. I assumed he was Lenny. He immediately crawled between Judy's legs, her hand came down and for the second time in two minutes grabbed a dick and aimed it at a pussy; this time it was her own.



I watched as Lenny bottomed his dick in Judy. "Oh, fuck." She moaned. She moaned a lot. Jackson moved around the bed showing the faces of the four people; each contorted in its own definition of ecstasy. Jackson continued moving, the camera searching for the best angle, the best view, and when it found one, it lingered to allow the viewer to see the dick sliding in and out or the pussy lips moving, stretching, and expanding with each movement of the dick invading it.



Jackson pulled the camera back and I could see Chris and Judy holding hands and looking at each other, smiling as they were fucked. All of a sudden, Chris's head turned to look up at the ceiling and her eyes widened. "Oh, shit ... oh, fuck ... here it is ... I'm coming." Then her head snapped back to look at her sister. "God, Judy, I'm coming again. Come on, Andy. Come with me ... come with me ... come ...ahhh ... Oh, Jesus, God" and I saw her visibly and gradually relax as her orgasm subsided.



"Me, too." Echoed Judy. "Come on Lenny come on sweetie don't stop baby don't stop. It's your pussy, baby. Pound it. Pound your pussy, baby." And he did. Then he came. Then she came. Not once, but twice. And she moaned again. A long, low, sultry moan, which, under different circumstances, could give a hardon to a eunuch. 



The video continued with Allison taking the camera and sharing directorial responsibilities with Chris. The two of them telling both Jackson and Lenny how to fuck, suck, and kiss Judy. "Harder, Jackson. Pound her harder." Or "Lift her leg higher Lenny. We can't see her pussy." Or. "Judy, suck harder."



On it went. Sex seemed to make Judy into a machine. Everybody, at least I think everybody, enjoys sex; but Judy took it to a new high. It was as if she lived for it. 



When I saw her with a dick in her pussy and one in her ass, she was literally out of control. Her body shivered, shook, quivered, quaked and otherwise behaved in ways I thought physically impossible.



She came at least twice more before calming down.



Some editing had obviously taken place and at least two cameras had been used. It seemed that one camera must have been in a 'fixed' position on a tripod or something because occasionally the view cut back to the same angle. Apparently, the editor had attempted to make this tripe into something artistic. 



At some point, the second camera had been put on the dresser and the action was shot by just the stationary camera. It appeared that all five participants wanted to be on camera. After all of them had been sexually satisfied they sat on the bed and just relaxed, took a break, and talked.



Jackson spoke first to Chris. "Have you decided what you are going to do about Seth while we're on the cruise?"



So Jackson and Judy were on the cruise. I wondered if Lenny went as well. And since Jackson and Judy were there, they would, in all likelihood, take care of the shipboard expenses and flight for Chris and Allison when they discovered the cancelled credit card and flight. Fuck. That would be too easy. 



"I'm not going to do anything. Two weeks without a letter won't kill him."



Judy spoke. "The cruise is no problem, but you better start getting your ducks lined up for when he comes home."



"Not a problem as long as all of you keep your mouths shut."



"It isn't us you have to worry about. It's your neighbors and friends. You told them you were divorced and then moved 'super cop' here into your house." She indicated Allison, "How are you going to handle it when Seth gets back?"



"It still shouldn't be a problem. Seth expects to get his orders about three months before he rotates back. When he does, wherever his next assignment is, I'll just move there first and start getting us settled. He won't have to come back here so he will never know."



"What about the house?" Asked Jackson.



"Still no problem. I'll get a Power of Attorney from Seth, put it up for sale and pick a new one at our new duty station."



"You have it all figured out, don't you?"



"I hope so. The only thing that will fuck me up is that stupid pre-nup."



Allison spoke for the first time. "And what about me? I just become chopped liver?"



"That's all you've ever been, sweetie." Said Chris. "We both knew it wasn't going to last. I'm still not sure how it got started ... but I'm glad it did. Besides, you will just go home to your wife like you did the last time." She reached over, patted his cheek and kissed him.



"Bullshit, sis. You know how it started. That asshole husband of yours left you alone for a year. A fucking year! And he expected you to not get laid. Fuck that selfish bastard. He probably had a cute little Korean pussy a week after he got there. You're lucky Andy walked in your office or you would still be sleeping alone and wearing out your fingers instead of his dick."



"That's a fact." Said Jackson. "We were playing poker and he mentioned seeing a gorgeous woman with jet black hair at the Board of Education, I knew he was talking about you."



"Yeah," laughed Judy. "Jackson came home and told me; so we hatched the plan to get you two together. Andy was immediately all for it, but you didn't want any part of it; and look at all the time you wasted. What I don't understand is why you won't fuck Jackson or Lenny. Look at them. They see you naked and they watch Andy fuck you and they feel left out. Don't you feel sorry for them?" She was still laughing.



"You are evil, sister of mine. First you talk me into to cheating on Seth, then you convince me it's okay to fuck Andy in front of you guys. The next thing I know, I'm either fucking in front of a camera or directing while you have sex with your husband and lover ... at the same time. And on top of that, you're trying to talk me into fucking them as well ... oh, yeah, sis ... you are evil." But she had a huge smile as she spoke.



"Yeah." Said Lenny, waving his dick. "Don't you feel sorry for my little buddy and me?"



"Amen." Echoed Jackson as he waved and stroked his dick.



"Listen, you two. Cheating with one person is bad enough." Said Chris.



"Bullshit! In for a penny, in for a pound. It's over. You've done it. You should let yourself go and really enjoy it. Fuck your thoughtless assed husband. It serves him right."



So Jackson and Judy had started it. They were added to my shit list. Then I found myself wondering if Chris had been convinced to fuck Jackson and Lenny and whoever else they may have found themselves with.



I had wanted to be pissed, and I was. I made a trip to the local Walmart and bought what I needed. I made copies of that video plus the first one I watched and put them both in each of four envelopes. One addressed to the Detention Center, one to the Board of Education, another to Chris and Judy's parents, and the last to Memorial Hospital. Both Jackson and Judy worked there. Judy as a nurse and Jackson as a supervisor in the engineering office. I put on a pair of rubber gloves and very carefully and thoroughly wiped my fingerprints off everything; and not knowing how they were able to trace DNA, I didn't even lick the stamps or the envelopes. I used a damp sponge. I was hoping the Sheriff's Department was more interested in the conduct of one of their Correctional Officers than they were in the person sending the video, but I didn't want to take any chances.



I put them in the mail, took off the rubber gloves and went back to the motel.



It was just after three. I went to the Flightaware website, entered Delta Flight 2507 and saw that it had departed on time. It should arrive on time, which means that if Chris and Allison were able to get things straightened out and get on the flight they should be at what used to be home by seven. 



Two cars were parked on the street when Jackson and Judy's car pulled into the driveway. My Wrangler was behind the other car. Chris, Allison, and Jackson got out and walked to the rear of Jackson's car. Judy stayed in the car. Jackson opened the trunk and started taking out some luggage. Allison took the two larger suitcases and Chris took the smaller two. The four said goodbye and Jackson backed out of the drive and drove away. 



Chris reached the house first. She took out her key and unlocked the door. I expected the locks to have been changed, but they hadn't been. Chris returned her key to her purse, shouldered it, grabbed the suitcases by the handles and went in. I saw the living room light come on and then heard a scream. Allison had been right behind her but didn't have a chance to get in the house before Chris knocked him down coming out in a panic. He was picking himself up and apparently trying to figure out what was going on as she tried to tell him. Then she saw me leaning against my car and her knees buckled.



I stood and walked toward them. Allison had gotten himself up and was helping her to stand. She was babbling incoherently and he was trying to understand her. All he heard was "Set ... Seth ... Se ...Se." Over and over. Her eyes hadn't left me and they kept getting bigger as we got closer.



Finally, Allison looked over his shoulder, saw me, said, "Oh, fuck." And let her go. Down to the ground she went again. He very quickly moved to get behind the suitcases. Big, brave correctional officer, I thought. 



We stood over her. She looked up at me. The man with me spoke as he handed her the envelope. "You've been served." And he left.



Then it was my turn. "Just in case you lost yours, here's a copy of the pre-nup. And to refresh your memory, he, or she, who cheats gets nothing. You cheated. You get nothing. Except your jewelry." I dropped the plastic bag on the ground. "The house has been sold so you don't live here anymore." Then I looked at Allison, still making himself as small as possible behind the suitcases. "You're lucky I don't kill you. Either of you."



I walked away, got in my Wrangler and went to my hotel.



She didn't have a phone so couldn't call me; but Judy could ... and did. I ignored her calls until the next morning. 



"What do you want, Judy?"



"It isn't Judy. It's me. And I want to talk."



"Okay, Chris, talk."



"Seth ... I'm sorry, but you were gone and I needed sex."



"Bullshit. Needing sex means you go to a bar, pick up some guy, fuck him and then go home. It is not telling your neighbors that you are divorced, move some asshole in to your house, and give him two cars to drive. I assume you stayed at Judy's last night?"



"Yes."



"Where did Allison stay?"



"Seth ... I ..."



"Where did Allison stay?"



"Here, Seth, but he had nowhere else to ..."



"Where did he sleep?"



"Seth, please."



"Where did Allison sleep last night?"



Silence



"With you?"



"Yes, but ..."



"Don't call me again."



A couple of hours later, my phone rang again. Caller ID Said it was Jackson. I answered



"What do you want?"



"Where are their things, asshole?" An angry Jackson demanded.



"Fuck you, pimp. Tell her to read the pre-nup. She no longer has any 'things'. And I gave that cheap assed shit Allison called clothing to some homeless guys. Why don't you go hustle up some more cocks for your stable of whores? You know it takes a sick motherfucker to enjoy watching someone else screw his wife." He ended the call before I could.



The next call was from Judy.



"Sorry, but I'm not available. Maybe your pimp can find some 'crack' addicts desperate enough to fuck you and your sister."



"Where are they, Seth?" I laughed out loud. It hadn't been five minutes since I talked to her pimp ... er ... husband and they deduced from my comments to him that I had seen their tapes. Fuck 'em.



"Where are what?"



"You know what. The fucking tapes."



"Fucking tapes is right; and it was you and your slut sister who were doing the fucking."



"We want them back."



"Okay. Here's the deal. Just to show you that I am not the 'asshole' and 'selfish bastard' you called me, I am going to make sure they get back to you. They're of no use to me anymore because I'll be going back to Korea, so what the hell; I guarantee you that you will see them sooner rather than later."



"But how will we get them? When?"



But I was already hanging up. I checked out of the motel and drove to Carlisle. I told my parents what I had done and they were pissed. Really pissed. They told me I had no right to involve Chris's parents; that they didn't deserve it. Their anger outbreaks told me that they were feeling much better and I could start making plans to return to Korea. 

<hr pg="3" />By the end of the day, they had almost forgiven me. The next day was Sunday. I spent it cleaning their garage and mowing their lawn. When I visited them in the hospital, my father had wheeled himself into my mother's room so they could be together. They expected to be released by the end of the week.



Chris had tried to call several times, but I ignored her. She got a ride to Carlisle and came to my parents house and tried to talk to me, but I threatened to call the police if she didn't leave. She stood on the road in front of the house for a long time yelling at me to talk to her. Someone must have called the police because I saw them talking to her. Then they came to the house and tried to convince me to talk to her. I told them absolutely not. They went back out, chatted with her for awhile before they all left.



My parents came home on Friday. One week after Chris's ship docked. I spent lots of time with them and was able to see again what I had seen all of my life; the way two people who are in love interact. I smiled a lot.



The next day, I rented a truck, hooked my car trailer to it and drove to Bel Air. I went to the storage unit to pick up my Mercury and other stuff. I was taking it back to Carlisle until my tour in Korea was over. 



I had loaded the truck and was driving the Mercury onto the trailer when a man came up to me and started asking me about it. He was more knowledgeable about old cars than I and it turned out he had a 1936 Packard which, he too, had inherited from his grandfather. 



After he helped me secure the Merc to the trailer, we talked and compared our cars. Suddenly I heard "You son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you." I turned to see two men charging at me. Jackson was the first to reach me and took a swing at my head just as the other man did the same. I ducked and both swings missed me and before they could swing again, I saw Jackson lying on the ground with a bloody nose and his buddy was in a 'hammerlock' and having his face shoved into the side of my rental truck by my new friend.



"What the hell is going on?" Asked my friend. "Who are these guys?"



"The one on the ground is my scumbag soon to be ex brother-in-law. I don't know who the other ... wait a minute ... oh, yeah. He's another scumbag. He's fucking my wife."



"Oh, really?" And he slammed Allison's face into the side of the truck. "Well, I just witnessed them assault you." Just then Jackson started to get up. "Don't you fucking move asshole." Jackson collapsed back on the ground. "What do you want me to do with them?"



"What are my options?"



"Do nothing and let them go or file assault charges and I can arrest them and throw their asses in Jail."



"You can arrest them?"



"Trooper Jonas Benjamin, Maryland State Police at your service."



I smiled. "In that case, Trooper Benjamin, throw their asses in jail and tell me how I file charges."



One phone call and ten minutes later, Jackson and Allison were in handcuffs in the back seat of State Trooper cars and on their way for processing. 



While we were waiting for the additional Troopers to arrive, Jackson and Allison were on their knees with their hands on their heads looking into the wheel well of my rental truck while I told Trooper Benjamin my story. He just shook his head. All the while I was talking, the two assholes were trying to explain that they had been fired and it was my fault. Not only had I caused them to be fired, but both Judy and Chris had been fired as well.



As they both tried to justify attacking me, the word 'schadenfreude' popped into my head. I had heard it several times, but until now, had no appreciation for it's meaning; 'To derive pleasure from the misfortune of another person.' And I certainly was! Deriving pleasure that is. And to know that Chris was suffering misfortune made me almost cum in my pants.



I filed Assault in the First Degree charges and was told that they would probably be able to plead the charge down if their attorney was worth a shit. 



"As long as the bastards spend as much time in jail as possible." I said.



Allison tried to pull the 'Thin Blue Line' card. He thought that by telling the troopers that he was in law enforcement they would cut him some slack. The opposite was true, however. The consensus was he, of all people, should have known better. He was going to be booked into his own Detention Center with his pimp buddy, Jackson. Schadenfreude was better all the time.



I was almost in Carlisle when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number.



"Hello."



"Seth, please, you have to drop the charges." Apparently, Chris had a new phone.



"Oh, hello, Chris."



"Please, Seth. They didn't mean anything. They were upset at being fired."



"Why were they fired?"



"You know why. You sent those awful tapes."



"You didn't think they were so awful when you were making them."



"Seth, I'm begging you."



"Let me ask you a question."



"Anything."



"Are you still fucking Allison?"



"Seth."



"Are you still fucking Allison?"



"Please don't ask ..."



I ended the call, turned my phone off and finished the drive to Carlisle. She was begging me to drop charges, but not to save our marriage. What kind of woman is she? Apparently she was able to be talked into cheating with not one, but with multiple men. Then on the day she was confronted by her husband after returning from a cruise with her live-in lover, she spent that very night, and every night since with that lover! And now this; her lover assaults her husband and she begs the husband to drop the charges. 



It was impossible for me to fathom.



I left my phone off until noon the next day. When I turned it back on, I had received 8 more calls; all from Chris's new phone. I ignored them.



My parents were much improved, but I had the divorce and now a probable court appearance for the assault to deal with. I had a week of leave time remaining, but now having been assaulted, felt I needed a little more so I decided to pay a visit to MILPERCEN (Military Personnel Center in Alexandria). It was hard to believe all that had happened in three short weeks.



I drove down the next day and got in to see my Branch Assignment Manager. I explained my situation to him, gave him my attorney's number, the case number of the assault, and asked for an extension of my leave. Normally the unit you are assigned to takes care of leaves, but I figured why not see what these guys could do. He told me to go get a cup of coffee and come back in an hour.



An hour later, I carried my paper cup half full of coffee back in to his office. "I think we can do better than a leave extension." He said. "How would you like to be assigned to Headquarters Company, United States Army?"



"Are you shitting me?" I asked trying not to spill my coffee. That would put me at Ft Myer right up the road from where we were sitting.



"It's yours if you want it."



I took it. I left the building with my new orders less than two hours later. My reporting date gave me an additional week of leave. My folks were almost as excited as I was.



I immediately started looking for a house. I chose the fourth one I looked at and closed on it almost as quickly as I closed on the one I sold in Bel Air. It's amazing what cash can accomplish.



I rented another truck and brought my Merc and other stuff from Carlisle. By now I had made the trip so many times that along the route I drove, people were starting to wave at me as I went by.



The house almost looked emptier with just my few things in it than when it was totally empty. 



As I was unpacking, I came across the four tapes I had taken from Chris's dresser drawer. I had watched two of them and decided to watch the other two.



The last one I watched showed Judy and Jackson trying to convince Chris to fuck Jackson and Lenny as well as Allison. This tape showed they had been successful. I saw both Chris and Judy take three dicks at the same time. Never in my wildest imaginings would I believe that Chris would willingly do something like that ... much less enjoy it as she so obviously did.



"Airtight! I was fucking airtight!" She screamed as Lenny took his dick out of her mouth. "Do it again ... do it again! Oh my fucking god, do it again!" And he rammed it back in so far and hard that her whole body jerked. Then all I heard was whimpering and moaning as her body tried to move in three directions at the same time trying to accommodate the three dicks ramming and stabbing in her body.



Judy, it appeared, was more experienced with multiple dick penetration. She talked the two dickheads (in more ways than one) in her pussy and ass into the rhythm she wanted in order to give the most and best sensations as they moved in and out. When the perfect rhythm was established, she called the third dickhead to her face and her head literally lunged forward so her mouth could inhale his dick.



I couldn't take much of this so I stopped it and put it away. 



I still haven't watched the fourth one.



I never heard from Chris, Judy, or Jackson. As far as I knew, they all thought I had gone back to Korea. I, on the other hand, made every effort to stay current with them. I kept in close contact with my attorney who kept in contact with the District Attorney. I knew for example, that Jackson and Allison made bail within 48 hours of being arrested. I also knew they fully expected to be found 'Not Guilty' on the Assault charge because they figured I couldn't come back from Korea to appear at their trial even though their attorneys had my name on the list of witnesses provided by the DA's Office. 



I knew, also, that Chris, Judy, Jackson and Allison were still unemployed and that Allison was still staying with the other three and, I assumed, sleeping with Chris. I didn't care anymore. 



I did, however, hear from State Trooper Jonas Benjamin. Several times, in fact. We had become friends. The last time he called he wanted to know if I was interested in putting my car in a little show in Alexandria the following week. He was bringing his Packard. "It isn't a contest and nobody wins anything, it's just to show them off."



I thought about it and said sure.



Jonas and his wife, Betty, arrived on Friday evening and we had dinner together. I liked her immediately.



I told them about my new house and Betty wanted to see it. We went to it after dinner. She looked around the house and came to me with a gleam in her eye.



"Seth, this house is gorgeous. How are you going to decorate?"



"Decorate? I have no clue. I figured I would just go pick up some furniture."



She laughed. "You have to have a decorating plan; if you don't, in three months this place will be cluttered with brown leather furniture with a big assed TV hanging on the wall. And if you want to go 'all out' there will be a Black Velvet Elvis throw rug."



"Sounds good to me." Jonas offered. She poked him on his arm.



She came over to me, put her arm around my shoulder and walked me to the kitchen. "Listen, Seth, you don't know me from Adam; but I know you. You're just like that asshole I'm married to." She nodded her head in the direction of Jonas and smiled.



"You can either make this place comfortable for you and a place your friends ... especially your female friends ... will want to visit; or you can let it become the dump most single men are happy with. Let me decorate it for you and you won't have to worry about it; you and Jonas can play with your cars."



I had known this lady about three hours and she wanted me to allow her to decorate my house? No fucking way. And I told her so. 



"Okay, it's yours."



Now, in my mind, I had been all set to tell her no, but her arm was still around my shoulder and I looked in her honest, earnest eyes and the words 'Okay, it's yours' came out on their own. When they did, she squealed and kissed me on the cheek. Then she used her phone to start taking pictures of the house.



Jonas laughed and said. "You have just fucked up, soldier boy."



The car show went pretty well. Jonas and I enjoyed the day and lots of people enjoyed looking at our cars. He and Betty came to the house after the show on Saturday. I bought a card table and some lawn chairs so we had places to sit and eat. We spent the evening enjoying each other's company. Betty took more pictures of the house. They had checked into a motel for the weekend even though they lived only an hour and a half up the road.



She was back the next Saturday morning with an assistant. Her name was Sylvia. They had been best friends since they were eight. Jonas had called to warn me they were coming. He also told me that Sylvia was a widow. Her husband died from a brain tumor two years before. 



The three of us spent a good part of the day going to furniture stores, appliance stores, and paint stores. By the end of the day, they knew everything there was to know about my tastes and preferences. It was one of the longest days of my life. My idea of decorating was to go in a store and buy the first sofa, chair, bed, or dresser that caught my eye. Their idea was to not choose anything that was in any way uncomplimentary to any other thing in the room, house, or neighborhood.



This project was going to take a year and cost a fortune.



The upside of the day was that I spent it with two attractive, intelligent, and witty women. 



They did force me to come up with a budget. I initially gave them a figure I thought was generous and they agreed with me; if I only wanted to decorate the living room and leave the rest of the house untouched. So after some more discussion, I gave a credit card to Betty.



The women made the hour and a half drive from Bel Air most days. The construction crew was there every day removing and shifting walls and moving plumbing. I was relegated to living in first one bedroom then another and showering in whichever bathroom was available. Sometimes they were at the house when I left for work and sometimes they were not. But I could always tell when they had been there.



On Wednesday of the third week, Betty had a Doctor's appointment and couldn't make it so Sylvia came alone.



She had gotten caught up in painting and was still at it when I got home. The rest of the crew had gone home. It was late when she finally stopped. I suggested going out for something to eat, but she pointed out that she had no makeup with her and only her work clothes so had no intention of going out in public. We settled on having pizza delivered. 



I would recommend pizza and beer with an attractive lady while sitting on lawn chairs at a card table surrounded by empty paint cans and ladders in an otherwise empty house while listening to Bolero, to anyone. I hadn't felt that good in a long time.



Before we knew it was midnight. I recommended she spend the night and she reluctantly agreed. I gave her a pair of my pajamas and she handed me the bottoms back with the comment. "If you think these fit me, I'm in worse shape than I ever thought."



My immediate thought, which I kept to myself was, 'there's absolutely nothing wrong with your shape.'



I insisted she sleep on my bed and I used a sleeping bag. Just before falling asleep, I thought I heard her talking on the phone.



The next morning, Betty showed up at six, which means she had to have left Bel Air around 4:30. I was in the kitchen making coffee when she breezed in with an overnight case and went straight to my bedroom. I had almost finished my first cup of coffee and was hoping they would come out soon because I needed to shower, shave, and dress for work. When they came out, Sylvia was wearing a different outfit from yesterday and she had on makeup. It was apparent what Betty had in the case she brought with her.



While the three of us drank coffee, Betty's eyes kept bouncing between Sylvia and me. She never stopped smiling.



The following Friday, Sylvia was alone again. She was waiting for me when I got home. She was dressed in a nice dress.



"Come in. Come in. I have something to show you." She led me to the guest bedroom, opened the door, stood aside, motioned me in and said, "Voila."



The room was finished and was amazing. "Wow." I said. "This is good. No, it's great."



"Good enough for dinner?" She asked with a smile.



"Absolutely."



The evening was perfect. The dinner was perfect. The company was perfect and, again, it was midnight before we realized it. And, again, she slept in my bed ... while I slept in the newly decorated spare bedroom. The next day was Saturday and we spent the day going over her 'to do' list. She went home Sunday about noon.



The next two weeks saw my house being finished and Sylvia and I spending a lot of time together. She had basically moved into the spare bedroom and we were kissing each other good night...and the kisses kept getting longer.



On the day the work was completed, I came home to a room by room, piece of furniture by piece of furniture tour by the girls. I was amazed at how good it looked. As soon as my tour was over and I hugged both ladies, people started ringing my door bell. 



It seems that Betty and Sylvia had gone through the neighborhood and invited everyone they could find to come over and have hamburgers and beer. Jonas showed up around seven.



Around 11:00 that evening, everybody was gone except Betty, Sylvia, and Jonas. "Why don't you guys spend the night?" I asked. 



"In case you haven't done the math," Said Betty, "There are four of us and two bedrooms."



"That's one of the reasons you talked me into buying a sleep soda. I can sleep on it." I countered.



At that point, Sylvia spoke. "I know I'm being pretty bold here, but we're all friends." She announced to the room. Then she looked at me. "I have a couple of options for you to consider. First option is, I can sleep on the sofa so you can enjoy your brand new beautiful bedroom." She came up and kissed me. Then she looked me in the eyes, "The second option is you and I can enjoy your brand new beautiful bedroom and nobody has to sleep on the sofa." Then she kissed me again. "Do either of those options appeal to you?"



We kissed again to a chorus of "It's about time" and "I knew it. I knew it" and "I told you, asshole"



I took her hand and we headed for the bedroom. "We'll see you in the morning." I said over my shoulder to Jonas and Betty.



"Don't bet on it." Giggled Sylvia.



End of Part 1

