TITLE    : She Cheated for a Reason
STORYID  : she-cheated-for-a-reason
SUMMARY  : She didn't want to go to jail.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2020-08-16
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |husband gets revenge|cheating wife|cheating wives|loving wife|loving wives|


My thanks once again to Blackrandl1958.



This, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. I can almost guarantee that my references to the law, crime, and punishment will be met with criticism. That's okay. Most readers will enjoy it for what it is.



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She cheated for a reason ...She didn't want to go to jail



I watched him unbutton my wife's blouse and push it off her shoulders, letting it drift to the floor. 



He ran the backs of his hands over her breasts then turned them over and ran them over her breasts palm first. She shuddered as he moved his hands over the mounds of her breasts to the clasp at the front of the bra. He pushed it open and it, like her blouse, drifted to the floor. Just as it hit the floor, I spoke.



"Christ, Lucy, you never let ME fuck you with an audience." 



Lucy Bartlet and I had been married for just over five years. We met at the Bush Airport in Houston. My flight to Denver had been delayed, so I went to the United Club for breakfast. It was crowded and the only seat available was next to her. She had a bowl of Cheerios, I had Raisin Bran and we started discussing the relative merits of both. She was on her way to Chicago to visit her sister and go shopping. I was on my way to Vail for the summer.



My name is Michael Ray and I did pretty much what I want to; that's because my parents spoiled me and gave me everything I ever wanted. My family considered themselves to be "comfortable," which generally meant they were wealthy."



Our main home was in Houston, but we split our time between there and any one of three other houses. One in Vail, one in the south of France and one in Honolulu. I was raised living between them, and I loved it. I knew my lifestyle was different than other boys my age, but it didn't matter to either my friends or me. Not that I had many friends. Moving from house to house as we did, there weren't many of them. My longest and best friend was James David London, III. I was the only human being allowed to call him Jim. We met when we were 12 at Boarding School in New Hampshire: there and College were the two places I spent a lot of time. His family was way beyond comfortable.



We never could figure out why two boys from Charleston, SC and Houston, TX ended up in school in New Hampshire. We finally decided, fuck it. Who cares?



While in Boarding School, the two of us, in our junior year, and after a long night of drinking, decided that our college should be UCSB (University of California Santa Barbara) because we heard it was a major party school.



There was a lot of competition between Jim and me: cars, grades, clothes, girls, everything. It was always friendly, however. We discovered losing wasn't so bad if it was to your best friend. The scariest competition we had was in flying. We both took flying lessons at UCSB. We both soloed on the same day and I never piloted an airplane again because soloing scared the living shit out of me. He loved it and still flew every chance he got.



We met whenever we could, and spent some time together.



So, I met Lucy Bartlet in the United Club at Bush Airport in Houston. We talked until she had to leave to catch her flight. We exchanged numbers and my life changed. I learned that she was a CPA and loved her work.



I had planned to spend the summer in Vail and France, but Lucy fascinated me so I went back to Houston. She came home after visiting Chicago. My parents were in France, so I used our Houston house. I was used to doing nothing, so just hanging out waiting for her to get off work was normal. 



The summer was half over, and Lucy and I had gotten a lot closer. We did have a few spats with most of them dealing with my not working. She couldn't understand how I could just live off of my parents and not work.



"You have a college degree and a lot of common sense. Why waste them?" I heard that often.



The summer was fast drawing to a close and I had moved into her apartment with her. I hung out all day and generally fucked her all night. It was fine for me, but she was getting tired of it. 



"Michael, I'm serious. I want you to get a job."



After a lot of soul-searching and many conversations with Jim, I decided to see what I could find. A twenty-five-year-old college educated man with absolutely no work experience is not someone a prospective employer is beating down the doors to hire. Even fast-food experience would have helped, but I had nothing.



I wanted to stop and get back in my comfort zone, but my feelings for Lucy kept me going. Finally, I answered an ad for someone to help load trucks. It turned out to be a job with a guy two years older than me who had never not had a job, but had worked all of his life. When I went to see him and we talked about work experience, he actually laughed when I told him I had none.



Aside from my lack of experience, we got along fine. "All right Michael Ray. We're about to find out what kind of a man you are."



His name was Mark Keane, and he worked my ass off for barely above minimum wage. At first, the money meant nothing, but the harder and longer I worked, the more I wanted that money. It was mine and I earned it. Interestingly enough, I started to depend more on my weekly paycheck and less on my parents' money. 



Mark had a 26 foot truck and we went all over Texas moving people, animals, businesses, anything that anybody wanted moved and were willing to pay to have it done. 



It became more important because it was import to Lucy. I worked hard for her and she proudly told our friends what I did for a living. 



Mark and I became friends, as well as employer and employee. I had been working for him for a little over a year when the motor blew in the truck. He told me we were out of business until he could afford to fix or replace it. 



"I have another option," I said. "Let's rent one until yours is fixed."



"I can't afford to rent."



"No, but I can." That's what we did. It took about two weeks for his truck to be fixed. We decided to keep the rental truck for another couple of weeks. He worked out of his truck and I worked out of the rental. Things went pretty well.



In the meantime, my relationship with Lucy had gotten better to the point that we got married. It was a small wedding by my family's standards, but it was legal and that's all that mattered. Of course, my parents insisted on a pre-nuptual agreement, which Lucy signed with no problem. My best friend Jim was my best man. He flew down in his own airplane. Lucy's Maid of Honor was her best friend Alicia. After the reception, we looked for Jim and Alicia and we couldn't find them. We found out later that Jim took her for a ride in his airplane. That ride lasted three days.



Lucy and I went to France for our honeymoon and stayed at my family's place. Lucy had never been out of the United States, and she fell in love with France; but it seems that everybody who goes there falls in love with it.



We came home and settled into what, for us, was a normal routine. At the end of our first year of marriage we were happy, Mark and I had two trucks and we hired two more men. Mark had one guy with him and I had the other with me. 



My parents were underwhelmed with my line of work and continually tried to talk me out of it. "You don't need to, so why do it? I'm sure Lucy would prefer to stay home with you and make babies." I just couldn't convince them that I enjoyed it.



"How can you enjoy being sweaty all day?" asked my mother.



"Because it's honest sweat, Mother."



"You can earn honest sweat on the tennis court." she said.



Life went on and Lucy and I were happy... for four more years.



Mark and I were now partners, in fact, but we never did any paperwork to make it official. We had six trucks and Mark and I shared the office responsibilities, serving as both office manager and dispatcher, but still going out with a truck whenever we could. 



We received a call from someone who wanted their baby grand piano moved. Such moves were rare, but when they happened, we used six men and charged a shitload of money. One of the men we had working for us was one of those who had lots of facts locked up in his otherwise limited brain. When we arrived to move this particular piano, he asked no one in particular if they knew what the original name of the piano was.



"No, but I believe you're going to tell us." one of the other workers said. 



"You are correct," Mr. Know-it-all said. "You see, before the piano there was the Harpsichord, and it was capable of being played at only one volume level. Then along came a guy named Cristofori, and he built the first piano. It was capable of playing piano (soft) or forte (loud) so he named it 'pianoforte' or soft-loud, which was eventually shortened to just piano."



"Well, isn't that fascinating," another man said without much enthusiasm. "Now let's get this friggin' soft-loud moved." 



The owners wanted it moved to a different part of the house, so it was no big deal. We moved it from their den to their library, a total of about 30 feet. On one of the book shelves in the library was a picture I was drawn to. It was a picture of a woman in a bikini. She had a huge smile. After a while, I felt a presence over my shoulder. I looked and it was the lady of the house.



"She's very attractive. May I ask who she is?" I asked.



"Of course. She's my husband's cousin." 



"She's very attractive. Does she live here? I could swear I know her or have seen her. Is she on TV?"



The lady laughed. "TV? No. and she doesn't live around here."



I looked at the lady, shrugged my shoulders and said, "Oh, well. She's very attractive."



"Yes, she is." agreed the lady.



She may well be the husband's cousin, I thought, but she does, in fact, live here. I knew because I had breakfast with her that very morning. 



We finished the job and left. The men and trucks went out on other jobs and I went back to the office. I sat there trying to figure out why Lucy's picture was in that house. The picture itself was no big deal, but Mrs. Hudson said she didn't live in Houston, and the bikini she was wearing was something I had never seen before. And if Lucy was a cousin, why hadn't she said something to me about it? After thinking about it for a long time, I called my father. He and my mother were in Vail.



"Hey, son. What's up? Still loading trucks for a living?"



"Yes sir, I am. Say, listen Dad. Do we know someone here who could do some investigating for me?"



"I can check. When do you need it?"



"As soon as possible."



"What's going on?"



"Maybe nothing, but I'm curious about something."



"Okay, son. I'll see what I can do."



He called me back within the hour and gave me a name and number. "This is one of my Fraternity brothers. He's an attorney, and will be happy to help.



I made the call, introduced myself to his secretary, and she put me right through. I spent the next 20 minutes hearing about my Father's exploits in college. His name was Michael Stephens, and it turned out he wasn't "an" attorney, he was "the" attorney, if you wanted anything done in Houston. My father never mentioned him and I never heard of him, but then I never needed an attorney. 



"Hello, Michael. I heard you might be calling. What can I do for you?" he said.



"I'm not exactly sure, Mr. Stephens. Could we meet and I'll explain it?"



"Sure, but call me Mike." Another Michael, I thought. I went right over to his office and told him what I had seen.



"Whose house was it in?"



"C.J. Hudson's." Do you know him?"



"A lot of people in Houston know him and his wife, Vicki. At the very least they know "of" them. He's partner in at least a dozen businesses; all legitimate, and is a paragon of virtue in town. If you want a donation; call CJ. He and Vicki attend every major party or get together in town." He paused, thinking. "Do you have any plans for going back to his house?"



"Not that I know of. Why?"



"He never entertains at his house and my wife is dying to see inside. If you do go back, see if you can snap a few pictures." He grinned as he said it.



I smiled. "So what happens now?"



"Sit back and try to relax. And by all means keep your wife from knowing anything. She may not even know her picture is there."



"That's pretty hard to believe. It's a professional photo and I've never seen it."



When I got home that evening, Lucy was her natural vibrant self. She wanted to eat so we would have lots of time to fuck later. I had absolutely no reason to suspect that she was cheating, so I had no reason to turn her down. After all, I never had before; but there's a first time for everything, and that night was it. We were both shocked when I told her "not tonight".



We slept in the same bed that night, but it was "frosty". I was awake most of the night with memories of her in the bikini, trying to figure out why it was there and if she was Hudson's cousin, why she never told me.



She tried again the next night. It worked that time. We fucked like it had been forever since we had sex. We had a lot of sex over the next two weeks. 



The call came mid-morning on a Friday. I hurried down to Mike Stephens' office and was ushered right in. There were two other people and the three of them were sitting around a conference table.



"Come in, Michael, come in. Sit here, please." And he indicated the chair next to his. "This is Clay and Cindy Robinson. They do all my investigatory work. Clay, tell us what you found."



"Thank you, Mike. Mr. Ray, and I will call you that so we won't confuse the two Michaels. Cindy and I have been doing work like this for over twenty years and we thought we had seen everything, but this, as my mother used to say, 'takes the cake.' Cindy watched Mr. Hudson for a week and nothing out of the ordinary was found. I did the same with Mrs. Hudson with the same result. 



"Then we thought we would take a look in the house. As you know, they have a very nice house and getting in might prove to be a problem, so we sabotaged their TV cable. When Mrs. Hudson called the cable company, we intercepted the call and responded to it. We have several vehicles we use and one of them is a truck not unlike those used by the cable company.



"We told Mrs. Hudson that I was a 'new hire,' and that Cindy was training me. Mrs. Hudson stayed pretty close to me so Cindy could wander around pretty much as she pleased. She went into all of the rooms in the house, ostensibly to check cable connections, but in reality, to just look around. Nothing was unusual, so we took the exceptional step to check their computers. Mrs. Hudson, as I said, stayed close to me, and that gave Cindy pretty much carte blanche. There were two computers in the house. One was open and one was not. Cindy was able to copy everything that was on the open one. 



"She signaled me what she had done and we wrapped up inside the house, went outside to the power pole, turned their cable back on and left."



At this point, the three of them looked at each other. He took a deep breath and continued. "This is the part that beats anything we have ever seen."



At that point, Cindy opened a folder and pushed a picture in my direction. It showed C.J. Hudson naked with his dick in my naked wife's mouth. I slammed back against my chair with the breath completely knocked out of me. As I sat there gasping for air, she pushed another picture over to me. This one showed him fucking Lucy and her eyes were rolled up into her head in the throes of ecstasy.



"May I have something to drink, please?" I asked. Attorney Mike poured me a glass of water, which I gulped. "Thank you."



"Are you ready for more?" Cindy asked.



I nodded my head. She slid another over to me. I never even picked it up; I just looked down at it and stared until my eyes glazed over with moisture. She pushed a box of tissues in my direction. I took one and dried my eyes. Against my better judgement, I looked at the picture a second time. It hadn't changed. It still showed my wife eating Vicki Hudson's pussy.



There was silence in the room as I poured myself another glass of water.



"Are you okay? Would you like to take a break?" Asked Attorney Mike.



"Yes. Please. I need some fresh air." Cindy and Clay walked outside with me. I turned and started walking up the street. They stayed with me. I got to the corner and turned left. I ended up walking around the block before going back inside. Clay and Cindy walked with me, but didn't speak.



After we were all seated again, I asked, "Is this as bad as it gets."



"No." They all said in unison.



"Okay. Show me the worst." Cindy had reopened the folder in front of her, There were still more photos, but she moved them and revealed a cd. She picked it up with her right hand and tapped it against the palm of her left hand.



"This is probably as bad as it gets." She held it out to me. I didn't want to take it, so she laid it on the table, and as she did with the photos, slid it over to me. 



I sat there looking at it.



"We suggest you have a couple of drinks before you watch that."



"What happens now?" I asked Attorney Mike."



"That's completely up to you."



"How did you get these?" I indicated the photos and the video.



"After Cindy copied everything on their computer, we were looking through what they had on it and found them."



I thought for a couple of minutes. "Give me a couple of days to digest this and I'll get back to you."



I took the folder with the photos, put the disc back in it and took it with me. I went back to the office, but I left the folder in my car. I didn't want anybody to see it. I finished the day at the office.



It was late when I got home. Lucy was sitting in the living room eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich, ala Elvis Presley. She was sipping on a glass of milk. Saying nothing, I went straight to the bedroom, undressed and took a shower. She was waiting for me when I walked out of the bathroom.



"Does that mean you're ready for some lovin'?"



I looked at her, walked over to the bed, got in and covered myself. I was so mentally exhausted that I think I was asleep before she was out of the room.



She was gone when I awoke the next morning, which was Saturday. Neither of us was scheduled to work that day, but I wasn't ready to watch the video. I knew we had two jobs that needed to be done so I went in. I figured if I spent all day at hard labor, it would take my mind off my troubles. I got dressed, made myself some toast and coffee and stared at the folder as I ate.



On the way to the office, I drove by The Hudson's house. There was a gate across their driveway, as there had been when we came to move the piano. I slowed as I drove past. I had to look for it, but Lucy's car was inside the gate and parked alongside the house. I went on to work and busted my ass. 



When I got home that evening, Lucy was sitting on the rear deck. She was reading something on her Kindle and had a drink next to her. I spoke first. "What did you do today? You usually sleep in on Saturday."



"I had some things I had to do."



"Who were you with?"



"Nobody really. I had lunch with my parents, then came home. What about you? Where were you?"



"Went by the office and did some work." We sat there in our own little worlds for a while before I stood and went inside for a beer, opened it and sat in the living room, sipping on it. She came in a few minutes later.



"I'm going to take a bath," she announced.



"Before you go, would you tell me why you just lied to me?"



"What do you mean?"



I was taking a chance here because I didn't know for sure. "You didn't have lunch with your parents."



"How do you know?"



"Because I'm not stupid, Lucy." There was a long pause. "Where were you?"



"With friends."



"Who?"



She didn't look at me. "Just friends. I'm allowed to have my own friends."



"Not if you're fucking them, you don't."

<hr pg="2" />"Fucking them? You're crazy," she said and walked away.



"Am I?" She ignored me and continued walking. That night in bed neither of us could sleep. She turned her bedside lamp on, sat up, and spoke. "Why would you say what you did about me fucking someone else?"



I looked at her. "Was today the first time you ever lied to me?"



"Yes."



"Why did you?"



"I don't know."



"So if I ask you flat out if you are cheating and you deny it, since you have already lied to me, I won't be able to believe you, isn't that right?"



She just looked at me for a few seconds. "So does that mean you're never going to believe me again?"



"Are you ever going to lie to me again?"



"No."



"Okay, I'll ask the question. Are you cheating on me?"



"No," she said.



"You just lied for the third time in less than five minutes. You told me you didn't know why you lied to me earlier, when you did know, then you lied when you said you wouldn't lie to me anymore, and just now when you lied about cheating."



I lay down and turned my back to her. It wasn't two minutes before she was out of bed. I quietly got up and went into the hallway. I heard her talking to someone on the phone. I couldn't make out what she said, but I heard her say good bye so I jumped back into bed. She came back to bed. I don't think either of us slept that night. Not sleeping was becoming a habit I didn't care for.



The next day was Sunday. She was still in bed, awake, when I got up, took my shower, got dressed and went downstairs. I was working in my office when she came in and sat. I spun my chair around to face her.



"Why do you think I'm cheating?"



"I don't think you are. I know you are. I'd just like to know why."



"How do you know? What proof do you have?"



"What proof do you have that you aren't?"



"My word."



I laughed. "We both know that isn't worth anything."



"What proof do you have that I am?"



"My word," I said.



She laughed. "That's as useless as my word."



"But I've never lied to you."



"Michael, do you truly believe I'm cheating?"



"I know for a fact you are."



"And there is nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?"



"No. Just tell me why."



"There is no why and there is no cheating and until you believe that there is no us."



At that point, she went upstairs. Thirty minutes later she came down carrying a suitcase. I wasn't surprised. In fact, I wouldn't have been surprised by anything she did.



"When you can believe me, I may be back."



"In that case, take all of your stuff because you won't be back until you tell the truth."



The door slammed as she left. I waited about an hour and drove to the Hudson's house. Lucy's car was inside the gate sitting beside the house. I went to the office and tried to work, but didn't accomplish very much. On the way home, I checked and her car was still there.



Monday was a busy day for us. I was out on a truck all day. Once again, I thought that regardless of what she has become, she pushed me to work. I would always thank her for that. Then that evening when I got home, Lucy's closet door was open and some of her clothes were missing. A quick check of the bathroom revealed that some, if not most, of her makeup was gone, as well. 



She didn't come home that night, and knowing what I knew I really wasn't interested in her coming home at all. I sent her a text. "I assume you have decided to stay gone until I apologize or kiss your ass. Let me turn that around a bit. You can come home when you decide to tell me why you're cheating." 



As far as I knew she had no idea I knew that her relationship was with the Hudsons. She only knew that I accused her of cheating, but offered no proof. Maybe I could change that. 



I sat with a slice of pizza and a beer and thought of the day we had moved the piano. Why had Mrs. Hudson not recognized my name? Ray is not a really common last name, so I would have thought she would have made the connection with Lucy when she told me the picture was of her husband's niece. Then I realized that my last name was never used and my name was not connected to the company, so there would be no logical way to connect me with Lucy. If Lucy had ever told them what I did for a living, it didn't connect with Mrs. Hudson. I was just another laborer.



Up until then, I had not watched the video, but now it was time, so I opened the folder. I looked at the rest of the pictures and they were just more of what I had already seen. I put the video in my computer and hit play.



The first scene showed Vicki undressing Lucy. After she was totally naked, Vicki got on her knees while Lucy spread her legs. It was obvious this was not the first time they had done this. Vicki moved her face into Lucy's thighs and Lucy put her hands on the back of Vicki's head and pulled her closer. "Come on bitch. Eat it. Eat that pussy. Use your tongue. Lick it."



That went on for a while then a naked C.J. came into view. He jerked on Lucy's hair and her head jerked back. He leaned down and kissed her hard. "Make her eat you or I won't fuck you."



Lucy thrust her hips into Vicki's face. "Come on bitch. I want to be fucked. Fuck me with your tongue so your husband can fuck me with his dick. Come on. Deeper." Both women moaned while C.J. walked around them watching.



"That's enough." He said sharply. "Now suck my dick." Vicki turned on her knees to face him while Lucy dropped to hers. Vicki reached for the dick now pointed at her. She licked it then sucked it into her mouth and sucked for a couple of seconds, then drew her head back releasing the dick. Then she pointed it at Lucy's mouth. 



"Suck him, sweetie. Suck him hard or he won't fuck either of us." Lucy leaned her head forward and took him in. As Lucy sucked on him, Vicki was jacking him off. After a while, he started moving his hips so he was fucking Lucy's mouth while his wife was jacking him off. 



He never spoke a word until his groan when he came. His wife pumped him faster. 



"Don't swallow. Don't swallow," Vicki almost yelled. "I want some."



When he finished, his wife pushed him away and leaned in to kiss Lucy. You could see her throat muscles move as she swallowed what Lucy put in her mouth.



"Oh, my God. I love that." she said as she sat back on her heels. Then she leaned forward and gently, tenderly kissed Lucy while her husband moved to take the bedspread off the bed. "It's your turn, sweetie," Vicki said to Lucy as she took her hand, helped her up and moved with her to the bed. Vicki Lay back with her head on a pillow. She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips. "Eat me, baby. Eat me good. That's it. That's it. More tongue. Deeper. Deeper." She smiled as Lucy ate her pussy. She was really starting to move her hips when he got on the bed behind Lucy. He slapped her ass. Hard. Lucy jerked and lifted her head.



"Want me to fuck you?" He asked.



"Oh, yes. God yes. Fuck me."



Her face went back to the pussy she was eating as the hard dick rammed into her own pussy. All three yelled as his dick bottomed out in Lucy, Lucy's tongue went deeper into Vicki as I watched Lucy bite her clit. 



I stopped the tape and decided to take a drive. I headed directly for the Hudson's house. Lucy's car was in the same place.



I talked to my parents, and, of course got read the riot act for marrying her in the first place. After chewing on my ass my father started counseling me about what to do next. 



The next day, I went back to Michael Stephens' office. "I want a divorce," I told him.



"I thought you might," he said. "When?"



"Right now."I also want to burn their asses. All three of them."



"You can't do it based on the photos or the video because they were stolen and your ass will go to jail."



"Speaking thereof, did you keep copies of all that stuff?" I asked.



"Of course."



"Great. Call me when the paperwork is ready and I'll tell you where she should be served."



When I got home, I made three copies of the video and photos. The next day I called Jim and brought him up to date. I sent him a copy of everything. Then I sent my parents a copy. Why did I send them one? I have no idea. Maybe as an insurance policy of some sort. One was for my brand new safety deposit box and one in my desk. 



Then I called Clay and Cindy Robinson. "I want my house wired with audio and video and I want every square inch covered. Even the garage, driveway and as far down the street in both directions as you can legally get."



"Holy shit. We'll do it of course, but why"



"I plan to burn Mr. and Mrs. CJ Hudson's asses along with my wife's and I don't expect them to take it lying down, although that seems to be their favorite position."



It took them a week, and I still hadn't heard from Lucy, so I made another call. "Enough is enough. You have 24 hours to get the rest of your shit out of the house or it's going to the dump. The locks have been changed so you have to call me to get in."



Less than an hour later, she called. "Michael, can we talk about this?"



"By all means. When would you like to talk?" 



"I will meet you at the house in two hours."



"And you will tell me why you are cheating, right?"



"I am not cheating. How can I convince you of that?"



"You can't."



"Then prove it, Michael." 



"I don't have to. You know it, I know it, and the ones you're cheating with know it."



"Ones? You think I'm cheating with more than one?"



"Yes."



There was a bit of a falter in her speech. "How can you... why... you can't honestly believe I'm cheating with more than one man. I love you, Michael, and I want to come home."



"I didn't say it was only men, did I?"



"Oh, my God," she almost yelled and hung up.



Maybe she was beginning to realize I knew more than she thought I knew. I called her back and left a message. "I will open the door at 3:00AM. The house will be open for two hours. Anything of yours left after that goes to the dump." 



She called back almost immediately. "You can't do that. That's not fair."



"And I suppose cheating is? Take it or leave it." I hung up that time.



She arrived just before three, followed by a truck with two men. It wasn't one of our trucks. I turned on the lights and opened the door at exactly three. "The door closes at five. Anything of yours still in the house at that time goes in the dumpster." I told her. 



"Michael," she said, "can't we talk about this?"



"Are you ready to tell me why you're cheating?"



"I'm not cheating, Michael."



I laughed. "Another lie. When will you stop lying?"



She started to say something and changed her mind.



I sat in my recliner and watched a John Wayne movie. She never said another word to me, but I heard her directing the two men. At five, there were still a couple boxes of her stuff sitting by the front door. The three of them were almost running to get everything out. They had all taken loads out to the truck and the clock struck five. I locked the door and turned out all of the lights. She came beating on the door yelling at me to let her get the rest of her stuff. 



"Too late," I yelled back.



"Fuck you, asshole," she screamed.



After they left, I reviewed all of the video to see what they did when I couldn't see them. They were in so much of a hurry that she didn't even go through the desk or the files. She even left our wedding album. That would be the first thing in the dumpster.



I was still working every day, so I had to squeeze all of my divorce related activities into my off hours. At five in the afternoon when I stopped by the Hudson estate. I got out of my car and walked up to the speaker on the column holding up the iron gate. Lucy's car was parked in front of the house. I pressed the button.



"May I help you?" Came a deep voice.



"Are you Hudson?"



"If you mean Mr. Hudson, no, I'm not. May I help you?"



"Sure you can. You can tell the Hudson's and their houseguest, that I'm leaving a photograph out here by the gate. I recommend someone retrieve it very soon. I wouldn't want it to fall into the wrong hands... at least not yet." 



My phone rang 15 minutes later. "Where did you get that?" Asked Lucy



"Get what?"



"Goddamnit, you know what I'm talking about."



"It was floating around."



"Do you have more?"



"Do you still deny that you are cheating?"



"Do you have any more?" she almost screamed.



I chuckled. I might have them a bit on edge. "Watch the local TV Stations and find out." I went straight home and started going through all my files. I removed everything that could in any way connect me to the Hudson's; that included the photos and video. It, like one of the copies I made of everything, went in my safety deposit box. I even dug out my old computer which had been completely erased and put it on my desk. I put my good one in my truck after making sure everything on it was backed up.



That night, I made sure every possible security light was on and every security system was armed and functioning. I slept that night, but fitfully.



The next night when I got home, my garage door opener wouldn't work so I parked in my driveway, walked to the front door and unlocked it. I turned on the light switch, but nothing happened. The living room was a shambles. The rest of the house was the same. Not one piece of furniture was untouched, not one book was on a shelf, they were all on the floor. My dresser had been emptied and everything in it and my closet was on the floor. Every picture had been taken off the walls, and on and on. The only things actually missing that I could find were my computer and my Kindle.



I smiled as I called the police. Even they were amazed by the thoroughness of the search. They discovered the electricity had been shut off outside the house.



"Do you have any idea who could have done this or any idea of what they were looking for?"



I told a lie. "Absolutely not. I keep nothing of value here. In fact, I have nothing of great value. But I do have a pretty decent security system."



I had anticipated something like this, and I told Clay and Cindy Robinson as much. They had been in the business a long time and knew most of the tricks of both the bad guys and the good guys. Every piece of equipment they installed was wireless, small, and very well hidden. It was also battery powered. The Robinson's had anticipated something like this.



Most people, both good and bad, tend to be at least a little frightened of the electrical circuit breaker panels in houses, so they stay away from them. Clay and Cindy knew that, so had that panel taken completely out of the wall, and behind it, they built a cabinet that contained everything needed for the security system. If somebody found one of the cameras and looked for its controls, the possibility of them looking behind the panel box was pretty fucking remote.



When I told the police I had a "pretty decent security system," they asked to see it. I retrieved my second computer from my car and turned it on. Fifteen cameras showed three men ransacking the house. They all wore masks and gloves and it showed them systematically destroying my house. They didn't speak, so the only audio we had was of things being tossed or dumped. 



I also had cameras in the trees in front of and around my house as far as my property line went, so we were able to watch as they took off their gloves and masks as they came out of the house. One of them was carrying my computer. We didn't see the Kindle, but we were sure one of them had it. We had perfect views of their faces. We also had a perfect view of the license plate of the car they came and left in.



It didn't take long for the police to identify the men. I arrived home at six to discover the break-in and by ten that same evening all three men were in custody.



I sent Lucy a text. "Your boyfriend just fucked up. His three henchmen are in jail and he may be himself soon. I am sending another photo to the local TV stations and Newspaper, but you're getting one more chance to tell me why you cheated. The faces will be distorted... this time. If you continue to refuse to tell me why, I will send it again; only then, the faces will be clear." 



I had not sent any photos to anyone.



Three evenings later I had just pulled into my garage, gotten out of my car and started to disarm my house security system when out of the corner of my eye I saw a blur. I didn't know what hit me. When I came to, I was tied to a chair in my living room. The clock on the mantle said 7:18PM. There were two men standing over me and I was soaking wet with a huge headache. Apparently, they used water to splash on me to bring me around. 



"Hey, look, he's awake," said the larger of the two men. "Can I shoot him, now?"



"Not yet." The other man came over to me. "All right. Where are they?"



"Where are what?"



"Don't get smart. The pictures. Where are the pictures?"



"What pict..." I didn't get it all out before my head spun around from the force of the slap across my face. God, it hurt.



"I'm only going to ask one more time, asshole. Where are they?"



I wasn't sure what to do. I was scared shitless. It was like I was when I soloed in an airplane my first and only time. I had the impression that they were going to kill me regardless of what I did or didn't do, but I damn sure couldn't take many more of those face slaps, and I was sure that it would only get worse.



"What happens if I don't tell you?"



"Then we kill ya slow."



"And if I do tell you?"



"We kill ya quick." He snapped his fingers. "Like that."



"So, I'm dead either way?"



"Yeah, pretty much."



"Who sent you?"



"Why do you care? You can't do anything about it." 



"I just want to know. Was it my wife?"



"Nah."



Another couple of minutes. Keep them talking for another couple of minutes my brain kept telling me.



"So who was it?"



"We got a call from a friend of ours, so we came over."



"Over? Over from where?"



"We work out of Vegas. Now enough chit chat. I'm supposed to be asking the questions and I think I asked you one. Now you have to give me an answer. That's the way this thing works, you see. Question, then answer. Now, in case you don't want to answer, Shorty there," he indicated the large guy, "will break one of your fingers."



"What happens if I want to answer, but I can't because I don't know the answer?"



"Ah, what the hell. He breaks a finger anyway."



Just another minute or so. Keep them talking for just another minute or so.



"Stay where you are." Boomed the voice of a policeman. Clay said it would work, and it did. His security system included a direct feed to the police station. They had told me they would respond within five minutes... and they did. The thugs didn't let me completely disarm my security system, so the police knew there was something wrong. The men were handcuffed and led out. 



The clock on the mantle now said 8:23PM. I called Lucy.



After four rings she answered. "What do you want, Michael?"



"What's wrong? Did I interrupt you eating her pussy?"



"Fuck you. Maybe you did. Are you jealous?"



I laughed. "He fucked up again, Lucy. Hudson just fucked up again. The gloves are off. All of the photos AND the video go public."



"Video? Oh my God. You have a video?"



"I do and it shows all three of you. Enjoy the next few hours, because after that your lives are ruined."



"Michael, please, don't. I'm begging you. What will my parents say?"



"I don't care what they say. All you had to do was tell me why. Why I was such a bad husband that you felt the need to fuck another man... and his wife."



"You weren't a bad husband, it's just that..."



"Too late." I hung up. I went to the bathroom and looked at my face. I had a huge bruise, but otherwise okay. I took two Tylenol and swallowed them with a glass of water, then I hopped in the shower.



I had just gotten out when a car came screaming down the street and screeched to a halt. I looked out the window and watched Hudson, Vicki, and Lucy jump out and run toward my door. I heard the doorbell and pounding. I took my time getting dressed, went downstairs, and opened the door.

<hr pg="3" />They all three spoke at the same time. "Michael. Michael, please listen. Hear us out." They were all jumbled up and I could barely understand any of them.



I held up my hand for silence. "Fuck all of you. You sent someone to break into my house looking for your photos, then you kept denying that you were cheating, even after knowing I had pictures of the three of you fucking like rabbits: then you send two thugs to kill me. You fuckers are going to be real popular in about an hour."



Lucy literally got on her knees in front of me. "I'm begging you, Michael. Please don't."



"Fuck you," I said as I slammed the door. They rang the doorbell, over and over, then pounded and beat on every outside door I had. After about ten minutes of it, I opened the front door. They had spread out around the house and I didn't know who would be there when I literally ran and jerked it open. It was Hudson. "You have thirty seconds to get off my property or I'm calling the police." I didn't give him any opportunity to speak and slammed the door in his face. Actually, I think the door hit him when I slammed it.



I watched as they hurriedly got together and chatted before getting back in their car and leaving.



I was at my attorney's office bright and early the next morning. "Mike, what is the absolute worst that can happen to me if I put the video and photos on the internet?" I asked him.



"Well, first, they would have to prove it was you."



"Since I threatened them publicly with doing it, I don't think there would be much question."



"They would still have to prove it was you, but I would think long and hard before doing it. You could easily do five years." I took a deep breath and told him what happened the night before. I also told him that it was all caught on video and audio and that the police had it.



"Holy shit. Do you seriously think Hudson set that up?"



"Probably. They were looking for the photos. At that point, I don't think they knew I had video. Lucy certainly couldn't have set something like that up. She wouldn't know how and she couldn't afford it. And they are the only ones who have an interest in the stuff.



He picked up his phone and called police headquarters. He introduced himself then asked for Captain Jacobsen. "Jake, this is Mike Stephens. You arrested two thugs last evening at my client's house. I understand they threatened to kill him. Do you know who hired them?" There was a long pause. "Okay, Jake. Thank you." He hung up his phone. "So far, the men aren't talking. Give them a little time. In the meantime, cool down, and seriously think about what happens if you release that stuff."



"Okay. Oh, could you give me copies of the papers we're going to serve Lucy with?"



"Sure can." 



I went to work with the papers I asked for and told Mark I needed some time off. "How long?"



"I don't have a clue. Let's start with a week."



"Okay, but keep me informed."



Lucy had done some good things for me. She forced me to go out and work, for which I will be grateful for the rest of my life. I learned the value of money and how to appreciate it. I hadn't taken anything from my parents in a long time. 



She was also, until recently, the kindest nicest person I knew, if you factored out the times she pounded on me to get a job: but even that was done out of love and a desire to make me be a better man. So how did she, could she, get involved with the Hudson's was way beyond me. On a scale of 1 to 10 of someone likely to cheat, with 1 being the least likely, she would be a minus 50. It absolutely boggled my mind. 



The battle between my heart and my mind had raged since I saw the first picture of her on her knees sucking Hudson's dick. My heart said to forgive her, but my mind said no. My heart was winning. All I wanted was for her to tell me why, and if it was my fault, what could I do to fix it. Even as I saw the other photos, my heart just wanted to know why.



After I watched the video and saw the pleasure she had while fucking both of them. At that point, my mind overruled my heart and a hardness set in.



I started home but decided to drive by the Hudson house. The gate was open and there was a small truck in front of the house. Hell, I thought. Now would be as good a time as any to give Lucy the papers so I pulled in and parked behind the truck. A man was carrying a tripod looking device into the house. "What can I carry?" I asked.



"You can grab that bag. Don't forget to close and lock that door. We don't want strangers sticking their noses in here." I assumed he thought I was supposed to be there.



I grabbed the bag and followed him in. He went into the room that we had moved the piano from. In the room was a man with a camera, standing beside him was another man with a microphone on a long pole. There were lots of lights and white screens. In the center of the room was a huge bed. Standing next to the man with the microphone was a very naked Vicki Hudson. Standing next to the bed was a fully dressed Lucy and a naked from the waist up CJ Hudson. I reached in my pocket and pressed the button on my car keys.



"Okay, let's get started," the man with the camera said.



"This is the last time," Lucy said.



The man laughed. "I don't think so. You like it too much, so fuck him like you usually do and make it look good."



I watched him unbutton my wife's blouse and push it off her shoulders, letting it drift to the floor. 



I saw him run the backs of his hands over her bra, then turn them over and run them over her chest palm first. She shuddered as he moved his hands over the mounds of her breasts to the clasp at the front of the bra. He pushed it open and it, like her blouse, drifted to the floor. Just as it hit the floor, I spoke.



"Christ, Lucy. You never let ME fuck you with an audience."



Everybody in the room jumped.



"Holy shit" came out of Lucy's mouth at the same time "Holy fuck" came out of Hudson's. 



I walked over to them and handed her the papers and pen. "Here. You sign these and I'll get your blouse for you. Oh, hell, never mind. I'll leave it where it is. He'll just get it off you again when I leave.



She was holding the Application for Dissolution of Marriage and staring at me. In fact, they were all staring at me. "Go ahead. Sign it. It won't bite. It's as good a deal as you're ever going to get, believe me." Actually she was getting close to nothing because of our pre-nup.



"Who the fuck are you?" Ythe man with the camera yelled.



"Me? I'm nobody. Sorry to interrupt. Lucy, sign it and I'll be on my way." The cameraman, the audio man, and the man I followed in all started coming at me. 



"Stop." Yelled Lucy. "Leave him alone."



They stopped and she came over to me. "Why are you here?" Her tits were still bare, and she apparently didn't care who saw them, and why not? Everybody in the room had seen them before as they fucked her.



"I was passing by, saw the gate open and thought it would be a good time to give you those." Indicating the papers. I looked around and the Hudson's were standing close together. Vicki was still naked and not caring who saw her.



"This can be explained," Lucy said.



"It looks self-explanatory to me. It seems that you are in the process of making another movie where you and the Hudson's fuck each other silly."



"Yes, but you have to let me explain..."



"No, I don't. I tried several times to get you to explain and you refused. Now all that's left is for you to sign the papers, I'll leave, and you can go on making your movie."



The cameraman walked over to Lucy. "Is this the guy?"



"Yeah," she said.



"Okay, asshole. I want the stuff."



"What stuff?"



"The photos and the video you stole. Where are they?"



"Oh. That stuff."



"Yeah. That stuff."



"Are you the one that hired those bums to wreck my house? Or was it him?" I pointed to Hudson.



"What if we did?"



"You owe me $2000. I had to have the place cleaned and put back together."



"Fuck you and your $2000. Where's my stuff?"



"Did you hire the killers as well?"



"Yeah. So what?" They started approaching me again."



"Don't hurt him." Said Lucy as she tried to get between them and me.



"They won't" Came a booming voice from the door. I looked and two police officers with drawn guns were standing there.



"We haven't done anything," said the cameraman.



"Oh, I wouldn't say that. You just admitted to hiring someone to kill Mr. Ray here," said one of the officers. Then they proceeded to handcuff the three. While that was going on, both Vicki Hudson and Lucy decided to put some clothes on.



Lucy had put the papers on the bed as she picked up her blouse and put it on. Then she retrieved the papers and the pen and walked over to me. "Will you let me explain?"



"Nope. I tried to get you to talk to me, but you never wanted to, so there's no need anymore. Sign the papers so I can get out of here." She looked at me, walked over to a table, leaned over and signed.



"Michael," said Hudson "You're making a mistake. You should listen to her."



"How many times have you fucked her?" No comment. "Come on. How many?"



"What difference does it make?"



I walked up to him and put my face as close to him as I could. "She's my wife. I have a right to know 



He looked away. "A couple of dozen."



"How about your wife. How many times has my wife eaten her pussy?"



"About the same."



"And how many others have fucked her? At least those other three slimy bastards, right?"



He looked around at his wife and Lucy. "Does it really make a difference?" he asked almost pleadingly.



"Yes, it makes a difference." It didn't, really, but I was curious. Even once was too many.



He hesitated. "Yes. Those three and others." 



"How many others?" 



"Three."



Another three? My mind couldn't keep up. "Who were they?'



"The three who broke into your house."



"How about the two that threatened to kill me?"



"No. They were from out of town."



"So my wife has fucked you and at least six other men. You've fucked her at least two dozen times. How about the others? Three times? Four times? Five? Six? Let's call it four. Six times four is twenty-four plus your twenty-four equals forty-eight. My wife has been fucked around forty-eight times by seven different men, and you say I should listen to her?" I looked and Lucy was in tears. "How many of those men have you watched fuck your own wife, Mr. Hudson?"



He felt it necessary to correct me. "The three that broke into your house only had her one time each and the three that were here only fucked her three or four times," he said as if it made a difference. Vicki Hudson was now standing by her husband clinging to his arm. She looked up at him. "Oh, how nice," I said. "She only fucked them one time each. I'll ask again, how many of them have you watched fuck your own wife?"



He looked down at her then looked at me. "The same six."



He had no pride left, and apparently neither did Lucy or his wife. The two women just stood there as he told me how many men they had fucked. Lucy couldn't look at me. "The same six. So she's been fucked about the same as Lucy, and we won't even count the number of times they ate each other's pussy. How did that make you feel? Watching the love of your life being fucked forty-eight times?" I hadn't bothered to correct my math figuring one time was as bad as a thousand.



"I hated it, at first." He put his arm around her and held her close. 



"At first? So it doesn't bother you anymore?" I didn't give him a chance to answer. 



Lucy came up and handed me the signed papers. "I'm sorry, Michael. You have to know that I still love you."



That was too much for me. I didn't, and still don't, understand how someone could cheat on their spouse and still claim they love them. I started to leave, but turned and looked back. They were all three hugging each other and Lucy was plainly crying.



I was shaking like a leaf when I got in my car. I called Mike Stephens and brought him up to date.



"Holy shit, Michael. You could have been killed."



"Yeah, but the alarm Clay and Cindy Robinson put on my key chain saved my ass."



"So now what are you going to do?"



"Beats the shit out of me, Mike. I got the feeling they enjoyed all the sex, but they didn't want to be there making a film. Does that make sense?"



"No, but doesn't that put your relationship with your wife on a different footing. I mean if she was being forced..."



"Not a chance. She could have talked to me about anything and maybe we could have worked it out. Maybe. Now, we'll never know."



I went home and called Mark. "Mark, I'm going on vacation. I may be gone a week. I may be gone a month. I'll let you know."



He laughed. "Either you just had a load taken off your shoulders, or you had one put on. Which is it?"



"A little bit of both."



"Where are you going?"



"France."



I went and I stayed two weeks. I had been there two days when I received a call from the Police Department. The caller was one of the Policemen at the Hudson's house. He was surprised to learn that I was in France when he called. Consequently, he made short work of the call. The bottom line was that I needed to see him when I returned.



His name was Casey Franklin and he was a Detective. "Did you know your wife was making porno movies?" Was the first question he asked me when I saw him.



"I knew of two." 



"The one you caught them making was the third."



"Did they all involve the Hudson's?"



"Yes."



"How and why?"



"Well, therein lies the tale, and it isn't a pretty one. It might land the Hudson's and your wife in jail for a pretty long stretch if it's true. Right now, it's just an accusation, but we're investigating it as we speak."



"Well?"



"I'm sorry I can't give you details because we're still investigating, but it involves embezzlement."



"Embezzlement? Lucy?" Adultery? Embezzlement? What could be next? My God!



"Maybe you should talk to her."



"No thank you. She had ample opportunity to talk and didn't, so fuck her."



I went home. I had been off long enough and was ready to get back to loading trucks. I took a nice long, hot shower and retired early. I sleep naked most of the time, and that night was no exception. The first alarm woke me at 2:35 in the morning. Somebody had pulled into my driveway. I reached for my trousers and pulled them on. The second alarm flashed when they stepped on the porch. They never had an opportunity to trip the third alarm because I had all of the inside and outside lights on and jerked open the door. CJ and Vicki Hudson were startled. "What are you doing here?"



"We'd like to talk."



"Exactly what do you think you can say that would make a difference in my life?"



"Probably nothing, but we want you to know that we are responsible for Lucy doing what she did."



"That's not true. Lucy is responsible for doing what she did." I countered.



"Of course you're right, but at least let us tell you how and why."



"Please?" Vicki begged. She was only trying to help us. Please?"



Against my better judgement, I told them to come in. When they were in, I ushered them to the sofa where they sat side by side.



He started. "It's all my fault. Vicki and I are partners in several businesses. One of them was in danger of going under. Twenty-two people depended on it for their jobs, their very lives. I saw an opportunity to borrow from one of the other companies, which was doing quite well, so I moved a half a million dollars to the weak one. I did it because I knew the weak company would make a comeback. It was just in one of those periodic lulls and it had a temporary cash flow problem. And, in fact, it has made a comeback and is stronger than ever, but that's beside the point.



"Anyway, I moved the money without authorization. Lucy was the CPA for both of those companies and others I am involved with. She and I have had a good working relationship for several years." He saw the look on my face and quickly spoke. "It was business only, Michael, I swear it." He continued his story of woe. "It didn't take her long to discover what I had done and because we had a long working relationship, she came to me and asked about it. I told her the truth. The weaker company needed money fast to cover a short-term debt, otherwise they would have to fold. I asked her to cover for me for two months. That's all it would take and all those jobs would be saved.



"She hesitated at first. In fact, I had to beg her to do it. Finally, she agreed, but for no longer than two months. After that she was going to her boss who would then report it. 



"About a month after I moved the money, an outside auditor made an unannounced inspection of the books of the company I borrowed from. Of course, they discovered the money was missing, and it was obvious who had taken it. The auditor had loyalties to the majority owner of the company and went to him. Two days later, I was asked to meet with him. 



"I knew him, of course, and knew him to be a good businessman, but he has a secret. He's a miserable son of a bitch. I discovered that he used that particular business only as a front for laundering money. He funneled illegally earned money through it and it came out clean. He controls a lot of the drugs, prostitution, and pornography in this area. I didn't know any of this when I was asked to join their board. I found that the information passed out at the board meetings was totally fabricated for the benefit of those unknowing board members like myself.



"Anyway, at our meeting he told me in no uncertain terms that he was going to prosecute me to the fullest extent of the law. I tried to convince him that I would pay it back, but he told me he had a better idea."



"I have a little production company where I like to make movies for my personal enjoyment. How would you and your wife like to make a movie or two for me and we'll forget the whole thing."



"What kind of movie?"



"Oh ,you know, one of those that might show a little skin."



"You mean porno?"



"Some people call it that. I prefer to think of it as adult entertainment."



"I don't think so." I got up and started to leave. He stopped me with, "Do you know the penalty for embezzlement?" I stopped and turned back to him. "The law takes a dim view of thieves. You could be fined up to half a million dollars, which is what you stole, and imprisoned for up to ten years. Ten years, Hudson. Compare that to making a little movie for me."



"I could report you." 



"Sure you could, but what proof do you have? I'm clean. My companies are clean. In fact, you and your accountant are the only two who are dirty. And don't think I've forgotten her, either."



I took a deep breath. "Exactly what would we be expected to do?"



"I think you know what happens in adult films; people fuck and get fucked."



"I know that, but how would my wife and I be involved?"



"Christ, Hudson. Are you that stupid? You'll be fucking."



"Just the two of us?"



"Oh, no. That hot little accountant will join you."



"But, I..."



"Goddamn it, it's a porno film. You will be fucking two women and staying out of prison. Where's the downside to that. Now go home and ask your wife what she prefers; being fucked on film or waiting for years for her husband to get out of jail. Come back tomorrow and give me you answer."



Hudson stopped talking to take a breath. His wife sat closer to him and held tightly to his arm. I looked at her. "What was your reaction when he told you?" I asked her.



"I was floored," she started. "First of all, I couldn't believe he had done what he did, and second, I couldn't believe what that slimeball wanted us to do.



"We talked all night and the bottom line was that I didn't want CJ to go to prison, and besides, he had been told that the movies would be private. So we agreed."



Hudson took over. "I went back to tell him we would do it. When I went in his office, Lucy was there. She was crying. I sat beside her and hugged her telling her how sorry I was that I got her involved."

<hr pg="4" />"Oh, come on, you two. You're going to have fun. Look at her, Hudson. A lot of men would pay good money to fuck that and you're getting it free. And you, Lucy, he's not a bad looking guy. Besides, he may have a bigger dick than your husband and that's good for you. And both of you remember, it's either this or your asses go to prison. Now listen," he said talking directly to Hudson, "the crew will be at your house in two days. They know what they are doing. Do exactly what they tell you to do and it will be over and you will have had some fun."



"Lucy and I walked out together. She was still crying, asking me what she was going to do, and how could she tell you. I told her not to tell you. Like Vicki had said, the movie would be private and you would never know. She seemed to accept that.



"When the crew got to our house, they took over. They looked all over the house and decided that we should just get to it. We went to the bedroom and they told us to get naked. We all three hesitated. Vicki had never been naked in front of another man, except her doctor, and hesitated. The leader went to her and told her again to get naked. Then he did the same to Lucy. They started to take their clothes off.



"His directions were pretty crude. He told Lucy to 'fluff' me. We had no idea what that meant."



"'Suck his dick until he gets hard. Christ almighty'," yelled the man, whose name we learned was Don. We also learned that the guy who did the audio was Denny and the third man, who did whatever the other two wanted him to do, was Frankie.



"Lucy hesitated, until Don slapped her and told her to get on her fucking knees and suck me. She was crying, but she did it."



Vicki spoke. "I told Don that I would do it, but he just laughed. It took a long time for CJ to get hard, but he eventually did. Then Don told us to get on the bed and for me to lie on my back. Then he told Lucy to start eating my pussy. She, again, hesitated, but Don grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed and forced her face into my pussy. It was obvious that she had never done anything like that and I certainly never had, but she tried. Then Don told CJ to fuck her. He still had most of his hard on so he started fucking her doggie."



She stopped for a while. We all three looked at each other. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She continued.



"You have to realize that we are only human. When Lucy started licking me, I couldn't help but react because it started feeling good. It was the same for CJ and Lucy. It started feeling good for them as well."



Hudson, took over again. "Don had us change positions several times. I fucked Vicki and she ate Lucy. It went on for several hours and it started being fun. When we were finished for the day, Don told the girls to get back on the bed that the crew had to be paid. We protested, but it didn't do any good. Don was the first to fuck Vicki."



"I had only ever had sex with CJ," she said, "so didn't know what to expect. But like before, when he started going in and out of me, I reacted. It was feeling good. I looked at CJ and he was watching. I looked over at Lucy and Frankie was pounding her hard."



"Did she make any effort to resist?" I asked



"Of course, at first," said Vicki, "but like we said, it's only human nature for the body to react to that kind of physical stimulus. You would, too. Frankie has a big dick and she had trouble taking it at first, but once she got accustomed to it she really liked it. He fucked her hard and fast. She wrapped her arms around him and locked her legs behind his. By this time, Don was finished with me so Denny fucked me. Frankie yelled and Lucy screamed when they came and poor Lucy just lay there. CJ took one look at her and jumped on top of her and fucked her again.



"All three of them fucked both Lucy and me before they left and we both enjoyed it. When we were finished, they packed up their stuff and left telling us they would be back in two days to finish the film. The three of us just lay on the bed in a daze trying to make sense of what had happened to us. I looked at CJ to try to gauge his reaction to watching me being fucked. He just held me. I know he hated it... at first, but he seemed to enjoy watching me especially when Frankie put his big dick in me and I started screaming because I liked it so much."



"The day the crew was expected back, the three of us talked," said Hudson. "Lucy was a basket case. Not because she hated the fucking, she loved that, but she said she didn't know how she got through the first night without you finding out. She felt it was written all over her face. And, of course, Vicki and I had spent most of the night talking. We had resigned ourselves to our fate and promised each other that regardless of our reactions during sex with someone else, that our love would not be affected." 



Vicki took over. "We were almost ready when the crew got there. They were getting set up and told us all to undress. At that point it didn't matter anymore because there were no secrets between any of us. When we were naked and the equipment set up. Don told Lucy and me to get on the bed, in the world famous 69 position. I had enjoyed being with her the first time and was looking forward to doing it again. She has a magic tongue as you probably know and she made me cum over and over. And I did the same for her. I especially loved sucking on her tits. I knew how it felt when CJ sucked on mine so I tried to do it the same way wanting her to feel how nice it felt. We filmed for several hours and that day ended like the first day with all of the guys fucking Lucy and me."



It was CJ's turn again. "They told us that that ended the first film, but they would be back to start the second one in a few days. We just looked at each other. We thought there was only going to be one. We sat around and had a couple of drinks and talked about it. We decided that we had kinda liked making the film and wouldn't really mind doing another one. As we've already said, at first the hard part for me was watching Vicki being fucked by those other guys, but she really seemed to enjoy it, and after watching her fuck the crew, I kind of enjoyed it: and, of course, fucking Lucy was great for me."



It was Vicki's turn again. "To cut to the chase, we did the second movie. Both were just sex. There was no dialogue and the only sounds were the moans, grunts, groans, and screams coming from us as we fucked. And we looked forward to the fuck session after the filming. Lucy and I especially enjoyed those. 



"We wanted a photo of Lucy to display in the house, but obviously, it couldn't be nude, so I gave her one of my bikinis. It was a bit small for me, but fit her perfectly. We all laughed because we were all naked and watched her put on the bikini. Don took her picture and we put it on the shelf in the library. When we look at it, it's fun to remember that we watched her while it was being taken. Four naked men shaking their hardons and me squeezing one tit and fingering my pussy. She has a big smile on her face. When the crew left that day, Don downloaded a copy of the first movie and lots of photos for us."



"That's what clued me in on you," I told them.



"What?" asked CJ. 



"We came to move the piano and I saw the photo."



"That was you?" Vicki almost screamed. "Oh, my God. I didn't recognize you. How did you get the video and photos?"



"After I saw the photo, my attorney assigned two investigators to find out why Lucy's photo was here. They disguised themselves as Cable repair people. When you were with him, she saw your computer was open so she made a copy of everything you had. Later at their office they were looking through your computer files and came across the video and photos."



"Holy shit," she said. "Anyway, that brings us up to where you caught us yesterday."



"That's right," he said, "and we wanted to tell you it wasn't Lucy's fault."



I refuted that. "Like I said. She had a choice. She and I could have talked, or she didn't have to go along with you, or I could have loaned you the money to pay it back. There were lots of options. She took the wrong one."



"What are you going to do?" asked Vicki.



"Go through with the divorce, of course."



"Michael, please consider giving her another chance. Look at us. Vicki and I are going to get through this and stay married."



"That's your choice. You made the decision together to make the movies. I was given no opportunity to be part of any decision to participate. Our marriage is over."



"What are you going to do with the stuff you have?"



"If Lucy doesn't contest the divorce, I'll drop them off to her. I have no use for them. But if she does fight, they will be spread all over the internet like I said in the beginning." We all paused to collect our thoughts. "I recommend you try to convince her to sign when she gets the papers."



"Didn't she sign them that night at our house?" asked Vicki.



"Nah. Those weren't worth the paper they were printed on."



"Well, she certainly thought they were real. She cried all night."



"So she's still at your house?"



"Yes."



"Have you continued your sex games?"



"Yes."



"So if I took her back, she would want to continue fucking both of you?"



"Probably. She and I got used to the girl-girl stuff and we like it," Vicki volunteered. "And besides, I'd be available to you and I'm not a bad piece of ass."



"Well, I wish you all well with that, but it isn't something I want to be a part of." We paused again. "What are you going to do about the bastard who is blackmailing you?'



"We don't know, but we've decided not to make any more movies for him."



"What if he was lying and he puts them on the internet?"



"Again, we don't know. We just hope there is some way legally for us to stop him."



"If I were you, I'd get in touch with this guy Don and cut a deal with him. If he hasn't given them to his boss yet, you might be able to arrange that he give all copies to you unless the DA already has them."



"Are you willing to drop the charges against him?" she asked.



"No fucking way. All of the bastards can rot in jail for all I care.



They looked at each other and frowned. "Well, we've taken up too much of your time. Thank you for listening to us." He stuck out his hand to shake mine. I ignored it.



Lucy was officially served later that day, and left work. She stopped by the little shed Mark and I used as an office and asked if we could talk. Her spirit was broken. I really didn't want to talk, but I remembered how she was just a short time before: she was my wife and was loving and giving. It was difficult for her to say no to anybody with a cause. Besides that, she had made me go to work, and besides her being my wife, that was the best thing anybody had ever done for me.



"Do you have anything to add to what the Hudson's had to say? I think they told me everything."



"They told me they talked to you. I just thought you might find it in your heart to listen to my side."



"Meet me at the house in an hour," I told her.



I stopped for some pizza on my way home. It seemed to be my "go to" meal in a crisis. She was waiting for me. "We'll talk in the kitchen so I can eat." Before we were married, I ate wherever I wanted, but she had trained me that the kitchen or dining room were the only places civilized people ate. She sat at what had been her regular spot at the kitchen island and I sat at mine. "Get yourself something to drink," I told her. She poured a glass of water then pulled a beer out of the fridge for me. She knew I liked beer with pizza. We both settled in our respective places. "Okay, talk," I said, as I reached for a slice of pizza.



"I had finished an audit on one of the companies that CJ is the member of the board of. There was half a million dollars missing. It had been transferred to another company, and it was obvious who authorized the transfer; it was CJ Hudson. He and I had worked closely together many times and I liked and trusted him."



I had my pizza halfway to my mouth, stopped and looked at her with one eyebrow raised. She saw me.



"It wasn't like that, Michael. I had no interest in him like that. Anyway, I took my audit report to him and asked him about it. He told me what he had done and why and asked me to file a false report to cover for him. He promised he would have the money back within two months. He convinced me that it would save the company and all those jobs. I knew that if I got caught, I could lose my job, my license, probably go to jail, and in all probability, lose you; but the thought of the company going under and all those jobs being lost was too much for me. I thought about it for a couple of days and I told him I would do it. I knew it was stupid, but I trusted him and thought it was worth the risk.



"I was a nervous wreck at home while I thought about it and for the next month after I did it. You might recall I was acting out of sorts. I wanted to tell you and talk to you about it, but I was afraid.



"It was a few weeks later when an independent audit agency conducted an unannounced audit on the same company and found the same thing I did. They found the report I had filed and took it to the President of the Board of the company. He called me in asked me about it the audit. It was obvious to him what had happened. Then he told me what the penalty was for filing a false audit. He told me that I could actually go to jail. I was scared stiff." 



I had all but forgotten my pizza, but I still sipped on my beer. "Why didn't you come talk to me? I have access to money. We could have loaned them enough to get by."



"Like I said, I was afraid. I knew the penalty for filing a false audit, but I was more afraid of disappointing you if you found out. I wanted to avoid that at all costs. So anyway, Jackson, that's the man's name. David Jackson, then told me that if I made a movie for him, he'd forget about the audit. Then he told me what kind of movie and I almost got sick.



"He told me that you would never find out and the movie was for his own private collection. He then repeated that it was either that or prison and he never gave me any time to think about it."



She finished her water and got some more. I pushed the cold pizza aside, finished my beer, got another one and asked Lucy it she wanted one. She did.



"I don't know if I want to hear the rest," I told her. 



"I don't want to tell you, but I feel like I have to."



"No you don't. The Hudson's gave me enough detail. They also told me the three of you are still fucking. Is that right?"



She took a long pull on her beer. "Yes, it is."



"Because you like it?"



"Yes. We all three do. We were hoping that you might want to join us once just to see what it's like. We think you would like it. It is amazing, Michael. It's like you're sharing your soul with the other people."



"No, thank you. Watching you fuck on video turned my stomach. I could never watch in person or, god forbid, actually be there and participate. Besides, when you're married, you're only supposed to share your soul with your spouse; not with an embezzler, his wife, a cameraman, a soundman, a gofer, and three burglars." I looked at her and she started crying.



"I didn't want it to happen, Michael. I didn't want to like fucking all those guys, but I did, and given the opportunity, I'd do it again."



"From what I understand, you better do it now, because there is a real chance you may go to jail."



"I know and that scares me."



"It shouldn't. From what Vicki says you like the girl-girl stuff, so there should be plenty of that in prison."



"Oh, thank you very much," she said with as much sarcasm as she could muster. "Prison pussy is not on my bucket list."



It took another few minutes for us to finish our beers and the conversation turned to us and what we had. She spent quite some time apologizing for lying to me, but primarily she rued not talking to me in the first place. We could have fixed it early on. Borrowing money from my parents would not have been a problem and none of this would have happened.



She finally left and returned to the Hudson's house. Before she left, she repeated her offer for me to join them in one of their sex sessions. 



"Vicki is a great piece of ass," she told me.



I declined... again. The next time I heard from her, she and Hudson had been arrested. Him for embezzlement and her for filing a false audit. I understand Vicki bailed both of them out. He could spend several years in prison and she could get up to two and a half years and lose her license. Vicki had nothing to do with the theft of the money or the cover-up audit so she wasn't indicted. 



When it came time for our divorce hearing, I showed up in court but Lucy didn't because she and CJ Hudson were in prison. He was sentenced to six years and Lucy got the full two and a half years. She sent word through Vicki that she would like me to visit her. I laughed.



Their blackmailer, David Jackson, was also jailed, and while in jail, arranged to have Hudson beat up regularly until the authorities put him in a protective custody cell. 



The three film crew members also went to prison with the two who threatened to kill me. The three who broke into my house were already in jail. All in all, nine men my loving wife had associated with; seven of whom she fucked, were behind bars. I never felt sorry for any of them. 



Vicki stopped by my house the first couple of months her lovers were locked up. She tried to convince me that we should help each other out sexually. She assured me that she had talked with both her husband and Lucy and it would be okay with them. The only person it would not be okay with was me.



The DA tried to get all of the copies of the photos and videos so they wouldn't end up on the internet. Jackson was warned that if any of it did end up on the internet, he was going to prison for that crime as well and his sentences would not be served concurrently.



They must have forgotten about my copies. I put them on the internet today.

