TITLE    : She Fucked Him under the Oak Tree
STORYID  : she-fucked-him-under-the-oak-tree
SUMMARY  : And he caught his dick in his zipper.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2020-06-20
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating wife|cheating wives|


There is not much sex in the story, and once again Blackrandl1958 has made lemonade out of lemons.



She fucked him under the live oak tree... And he caught his dick in his zipper



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"It isn't how big or small his dick is. What's important it is what he does with it, and he gets off of me with a harder dick than you get on me with, and he uses it better than you did, do, or ever could."



That's what my wife told me the day after I caught her and her lover fucking.



There was enough room to get my car safely off the road. I got out and walked up to the locked chain-link fence. There was just enough slack in the chain for me to spread the two gates apart and get through. The park was closed because the city was repairing the boat ramp and making some improvements throughout the park.



The car was parked under one of the beautiful live oak trees for which we are famous. The city seal on the side of the car told us the car was part of the city owned fleet.



I walked up to it and looked in. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Tommy. Harder. Faster, oh God, more, don't stop."



"Excuse me," I said. The woman who was being fucked screamed. The man fucking her jerked up and hit his head on the roof of the car. I heard a sucking sound and a loud "pop" as his dick came out of her. She pushed him away, not that there was a lot of room in that little car for him to go anywhere, then reached down to cover her pussy with both hands.



He was trying desperately to get his dick back in his pants, but caught the skin in his zipper and then it was his turn to scream. I grinned broadly enjoying the schadenfreude moment.



The fuckee in this case was my wife, Sylvia Baer. The fucker was Thomas Philpin. 



Sylvia looked up and saw me. "Jeff? What are you doing here?" she asked, all the while trying to put her slacks back on, ignoring her panties hanging on the gearshift.



I laughed at her. "What am I doing here? I thought you would know since you are so intimately involved. I'm watching this asshole fuck you."



"No, I mean what are you doing HERE?"



"Christ, Sylvia, I just told you. What's so hard to understand?"



She had her slacks on and was trying to straighten both her blouse and hair at the same time, and not succeeding with either. Philpin, meanwhile, through his tears of pain, had gotten his dick skin out of his zipper and safely tucked away in his pants. The two of them were now sitting side by side. He looked in my direction for the first time and his eyes got very big.



"Mrs. Hogan. What are you doing here?" he asked the woman standing next to me. Her name was Gayle Hogan, and she was the Deputy Mayor of our fair city. Thomas Philpin was the Director of Parks and Grounds for the city, and Sylvia was the Head Librarian.



"Mr. Philpin. Mrs. Baer. It is my duty to inform you that your services are no longer required by the city. Before the close of business today, you are both to coordinate with the HR Office to retrieve your personal belongings. Mr. Philpin, you are no longer authorized use of this city vehicle. If you move it from its current location, you will be arrested. Do I make myself clear?"



The fucker and the fuckee looked at each other and nodded. The Deputy Mayor and I returned to my car. The drive back to city hall was quiet. I pulled up to the private entrance used by the city's muckity-muck's and stopped. I put my car in park and we sat there for several seconds before she spoke.



"Dinner at my house?"



"Love to. I'll bring some steaks. Do we have wine?"



"Some, but you can bring more it you'd like."



"Great. See you at six."



"Sounds good. Now let me go tell the Mayor that I just fired two of his senior people." We both grinned. 



She looked around to see if anyone was watching before leaning over and kissing me gently.



I went to my office at one of the three oil refineries we have in town and put in my time until 4:30, my normal getting off time, and the time the shifts changed at the refinery.



I went home half expecting to see Sylvia's car, but it wasn't there. I went inside. It appeared that she hadn't been there. Maybe she and Philpin were still making their way back from the park, since they couldn't use the city's car. I gathered clothes I would need for the next day and got back in my car. Before leaving the house, I turned my phone on. I had turned it off before going into the park. There were seven messages from her. "We need to talk" and "What time will you be home?" were basically all she had to say. "I'm sorry" was conspicuous by its absence. 



Gayle opened the garage door for me. I pulled in and she closed it. She stood at the kitchen door and wouldn't let me pass until I kissed her, which I did happily.



Inside, I put the steaks and wine on the kitchen island, took her in my arms and gave her a good long, soft, gentle kiss.



"God, Jeff, when you kiss me like that it makes me tingle all the way to my toes." 



I grinned. "So do you want to skip dinner and go right to bed?"



She grinned broadly and beautifully. "Yes, please."



Two bodies covered with lather rubbing against each other is just plain out-and-out erotic. That's how it felt a few minutes later when we were in the shower.



After drying each other, we held both hands as Gayle walked backwards toward her bed and we looked into each other's eyes. She stepped backward until the backs of her thighs touched her bed. She sat and released my hands as she scooted back to the middle of the bed where she lay flat and spread her legs. My eyes scanned her body from her feet upward. They stopped at her breasts. It always amazed me what happened to them as women lay flat on their backs.



I moved to between her legs and put my head close to her pussy, but she put her hands on my head and pulled me up. "Just fuck me, please."



The next morning as we left the house, we put the forgotten raw steaks we had left on the kitchen island the night before in her trash can and put the trash can at her curb for pickup. 



We left her house at the same time to go to work. I spent most of the day solving minor problems throughout the plant and almost forgot about Sylvia. That ended at 4:30 when I went home.



I walked into the kitchen from the garage and saw several boxes of her personal stuff from her office at the Main Library. It was a bit early, but I poured myself a glass of wine. I went in the living room and Sylvia was sitting in her chair. I sat in mine. They were almost side-by-side so talking to each other was a bit difficult.



"Aren't you going to ask why?" she asked.



"I know why." 



"You do? Then why?"



"Because Philpin convinced you I had slept with Kathy Hansen, who happens to be a secretary in the Permits Office and is about 70 years old. Then he persuaded you to have a revenge fuck. You believed him and fucked him. You found out you liked it so well that you're still fucking him."



She looked at me. "How did you know?"



I shrugged. "The only problem is, he lied."



"He had pictures."



"Did you ever see them?"



"No. He told me it would be better if I didn't."



I laughed. "He lied again, because there are no pictures. There can't be pictures of something that didn't happen. I've found it difficult these last four months to believe that you were so gullible. I always thought you were too smart for shit like that." There was a pause. "Did you cheat before him?" I asked.



"No. I was never even tempted."



"But when you started four months ago, you stopped having sex with me."



"That's because I didn't want to fuck a cheater."



I laughed again. "But you were the one who was cheating."



"I didn't know it then, and actually, I don't know it now. You could be the one telling the lies, not Tommy."



"You're right. I could be, but I'm not. When did you decide that the revenge fucks were over and the affair began?"



"In the second week. The sex was so good I didn't want to stop."



"He must have a big dick." I thought back to the day before when he was trying to get it back in his pants and it got caught in his zipper.



"It isn't how big or small his dick is. What's important is what he does with it, and he gets off of me with a harder dick than you get on me with, and he uses it better than you did, do, or ever could."



There it was. The stab to the heart. Of all the things she, or any woman could ever say to a man, telling him that he could never compare to her lover was probably the worst. The psyche was destroyed. The human soul, mind, and spirit was crushed. Nothing was left of the ego.



I stood with my glass. I was defeated. I went to the kitchen, refilled my wine glass and went upstairs and lay on the bed with my clothes still on. Out of force of habit, I picked up the remote and turned the TV on. I lay there with my glass on my chest and stared blankly at the TV, neither knowing nor caring what was on.



I'm not sure when she came up, but my glass was almost empty when she did.



It was always her custom to undress in the bedroom then walk to the bathroom and shower carrying her bra and panties to put in the dirty clothes bin. Until four months ago, I had always enjoyed watching her ritual, but not anymore.



I heard the shower running and finally stop. A few minutes later, she came out and stood naked by my side of the bed. "See anything interesting?" she asked.



Without moving my head, I said, "for four months you have ignored me and never offered to make love. A short time ago, you told me that I was miserable in bed and couldn't compare to your lover. Now here you are offering me a mercy fuck. No, thank you. If I knew that by fucking you I could save the world from total destruction, we would all be doomed because I wouldn't fuck you with somebody else's dick." I took a big drink of wine emptying the glass and put it on the table next to the bed.



She sat on the edge of the bed. "I only said that to hurt you. I love the way you make love to me and I've missed it."



"Well, you can keep missing it. Leave me alone."



She walked out of the room naked.



The next morning I awakened, still in my clothes from the night before. I took a shower, thinking back to being in the shower with Gayle, finished, got dressed and went downstairs. Sylvia was asleep on the sofa and still naked. 



The first thing I did when I got to my office was to call my attorney. He had the papers all prepared and was just waiting until I gave him the "go" signal. "Today's the day. I believe she will be home this morning," I told him.



"She'll be served before noon," he said.



It was almost immediately after that call that Gayle called me. "How would you like to have lunch with me?" she asked.



"You mean out in public where people can see us?" I asked.



"That's exactly what I mean," she said.



"I would be honored," I said. "Luna's at noon?"



"Sounds perfect. See you there." 



I could almost see her smile as she said it. It was going to be our first outing in public, other than official functions.



I was sitting at our table when she walked in. I stood and waited for her. I indicated to our waiter that I would hold her chair for her. He gave a little bow and backed away.



She rarely drank alcohol during the business day, so we had iced tea with our cobb salads. Several of the patrons knew her either personally, or by her frequent pictures in the newspaper, and some of them felt compelled to speak to her. 



We were still sitting there at 1:00PM when my phone rang. I looked, and it was Sylvia. Apparently, she had been served. I smiled and turned it off. Gayle and I picked up our iced tea glasses, clinked them and sipped. "And so it begins," I said as we both smiled.



After lunch, I walked her back to City Hall, which was only a couple of blocks away. Several times, I felt the urge to take her hand and hold it as we walked, but I restrained myself.



Back in my office, I turned my phone back on thinking about how great cell phones were. Turn them on. Turn them off. Converse with someone or ignore them. They are wonderful inventions. It rang as soon as I turned it on. I answered. "What do you want, Sylvia?"



"What I don't want is a divorce. Can't we talk about this?"



"We can talk about the terms, but the minute you fucked Thomas Philpin, our marriage was over."



"But I thought you had cheated."



"Then you should have come and talked to me, not go immediately to his bed. My advice for you is get a lawyer." I ended the call.



Right after that, I received another call. That one from Gayle. "Would you be interested in spending a week in Seattle with me?" she asked.



"What?"



"Grant was planning to go to the Mayoral conference in Seattle but he can't go, so I'm going in his place and I thought maybe you'd like to go with me." Grant Smith was our mayor.



"Of course I would and I will. When do we leave and I'll get my tickets." 



"Wait until I have Grant's ticket changed and we'll see if you can get your seat near me."



I told my secretary to clear my calendar for the following week because I had some personal business. When Gayle called with her ticket information, I called the airline and got the first-class seat beside her, both going and coming. Coming. There was going to be a lot of that next week in Seattle.



When I got home that evening, Sylvia had dinner ready. She was a pretty good cook, so I ate dinner with her. The conversation was, obviously, mostly about her affair and our divorce. She apologized again for her comments about my lovemaking ability. "How can I convince you that it was just talk to piss you off?" she asked. Never once had she apologized for having the affair.



"You can't, because I believe you think what you said is true and there is nothing you can do to change my mind."



"Well, is there any way we can try to work things out?"



"How many times did you fuck him in four months?" I asked.



"Oh, God, Jeff, I have no idea."



"And how many times did you fuck me in those same four months?" Her head went down as she played with her food. "You fucked him so many times you can't count them because he was a great lover. Right?" She nodded. "Tell me the truth. Why didn't you fuck me during that time?" She picked up her dinner plate, took it to the sink, rinsed it, put it in the dishwasher and went to the living room without answering. 



I followed shortly to find her sitting in her chair. I sat in mine.



"Okay, here's the deal," I said. "The divorce is for adultery. That isn't going to change. The house is almost paid for. I will give it to you and finish paying it off. You can also have everything that's in it, except for my chair and my personal stuff. Since you no longer have a job, I will give you $1000. a month until you get a job, get married, or start living with someone, male or female, either in this house or elsewhere. In the event you choose to move out of state all payments to you stop."



She just sat there saying nothing, but she did turn on the TV, then we both sat there. I don't know what she was thinking about, but I was thinking about Gayle.



I'd known Gayle for about ten years. Her husband was the Director of Safety at the plant until he had a stroke. It came during the second year of her first term as Deputy Mayor. He survived, but lost the use of most of his right side. He could walk but only with a cane and very pronounced dragging of his foot. He could also still write, but being right-handed posed a problem, so he learned to write with his left. He lost most of his speech capability, but was able to make himself understood. For over a year, he tried to get Gayle to divorce him and go live a normal life but she refused. She would work all day then come home, send the day nurse home, and take care of him.



He was her husband, she loved him, and it was her job to take care of him.



I had set up a team of employees to assist her. Her grass was always cut, her plumbing never leaked, and her appliances always worked. There was a waiting list of people to help her because of their affection for him. This went on for three years. Her job as Deputy Mayor allowed her to get out some evenings for dinners and fundraisers, so she had a degree of a social life. I know there were some assholes hitting on her because they considered her vulnerable, but it didn't do them any good. 



She and I were on several community committees together and, as a result of those committees, had lunch three or four times a month. It was logical, then, that we would gravitate to each other at those lunches and meetings, but until four months before she and I busted Philpin and Sylvia, neither of us gave any outward sign of affection toward the other. 



It was the first year of her second term when her husband had his second stroke and died. 



She and I continued to see each other at meetings, the crew at the plant continued to take care of her: and, of course, the sleaze-balls went after her full bore, even at some of our meetings. That's when she and I started getting closer. She knew me and knew I was safe, so we would glom onto each other, still without untoward friendship or affection.



In her position she, of course, knew Sylvia and had worked closely with her on many occasions over the years. In fact, she was the one who recommended Sylvia for promotion to the Head Librarian position. They were considered friends.



It was at one of our meetings that Gayle asked me if she could speak to me after the meeting. I told her, of course.



The meeting was in the main city conference room and she waited until everybody else was gone. "Have a seat, Jeff." I sat and she sat next to me. "One of the workers in the Parks Department told me that the Department Director was having an affair." She took a deep breath. "With Sylvia."



I took a deep breath before I spoke. "Are you sure?"



"Pretty sure. I've known the man for many years and I trust him implicitly."



"Wow. I don't know what to say."



"I'm sorry, Matt. You know that if there's anything I can do, please don't hesitate to ask."



She started to leave. "Excuse me, Madame Deputy Mayor." She stopped and came back to me. "Come on, Matt. You've called me Gayle for years."



I smiled. "I sometimes forget. Anyway, do you think I could talk to your source?"



"Of course." She gave me his name and number, then left the room. I immediately called him. "Ralph, this is Matt Baer. The Deputy Mayor told me about the information you gave her. Could you and I talk?"



"Of course, Mr. Baer. When and where?"



We arranged to meet after work in the park in which he was working that day. We introduced ourselves and sat on a bench. He started talking immediately.



"It started a few months ago when we had a project at the Main Library. Tommy was talking to Mrs. Baer, and she was telling him what she wanted, and he was telling her what we could give her. The two were not the same. She wanted expensive stuff and we had a small budget.



"Anyway, we were working over there for a couple of weeks and Tommy was there every day, but he was inside, he never came out. One day, I was working outside her office and I heard what I thought was someone in trouble, but I looked in the window and there they were, going at it like rabbits."



He looked at me and saw my hangdog expression, but he continued anyway. "He's been over there every day since and I've seen them 'going at it' at least three times my own self."



"Do you have any idea how it started?" I asked.



"From what Sammy says, Tommy blamed you. Sammy will be here in the morning, why don't you ask him?"



"Good idea. I think I will." I met Sammy Wilson as soon as he arrived at the park the next morning. He started talking about Philpin and Sylvia. "How did it start, Sammy? Do you know?"



"Yes, sir. Tommy and I were having drinks one night after work. It was right after we started doing some work at the Main Library. He saw your wife and was instantly in lust. He told me he was going to fuck her. I didn't believe him and asked him how.

<hr pg="2" />"He told me all women down deep believe their husband's cheat. Whether it's true or not, they believe it. All you have to do is give them a reason. Then they all want to revenge fuck. He made up a lie about you and Kathy Hansen. She's a secretary in the Permit's Office and is about 70 years old. He also invented pictures he said showed you and Kathy fucking. No offense, Mr. Baer, but your wife must be some kind of stupid to fall for shit like he gave her."



"I agree, Sammy. I always thought she was too smart for something like that, but I guess not."



"He's done the same to at least three other wives that I know of, Mr. Baer." Then he laughed. "If old Kathy had fucked as many men as Tommy has blamed on her, she would be one well-fucked lady."



"Is he married?"



"Not so's you'd notice. He fucks pretty much who he wants as often as he wants, and his wife apparently couldn't care less."



"Thank you, Sammy. I'd appreciate it if you never told him about this discussion."



"You can bet on it. Nobody in Parks and Recreation likes him, anyway. Just burn his ass, if you can."



I grinned. "I'll try."



I talked to Gayle the next day and brought her up to date. I talked to her the day after that, and the day after that. Then I stopped. I was beginning to have feelings for her I didn't want to have. Her husband was a good friend, as was she. You don't fall for the widow of a friend; especially when you just heard that your wife was having an affair. There is something inherently wrong with that, so I stopped. 



I continued living at home and trying to determine what my next moves were going to be. An attorney, of course, was top of the list, and I found one I thought more than adequate to the job. Sylvia had no idea I knew about her and Philpin. We lived like brother and sister, not husband and wife, and she never seemed to notice. I never asked for sex and she never offered. She was getting enough from Philpin to keep her happy. I never once considered trying to contact Mrs. Philpin.



I was trying to decide when to lower the boom when I received a call from Gayle. She asked me to meet her at her house. We decided on the next evening. She met me at her door wearing a dress not normally associated with work as the Deputy Mayor. She looked lovely, and I thought we might have to hurry whatever it was she wanted to talk with me about because it was obvious she was going out.



"Come in, Jeff. Have a seat. Care for a drink?"



"Do we have time?" I asked.



She looked at me strangely. "Of course. Why would you ask?"



"Seeing you dressed that way, I just assumed you had a date."



She laughed and patted my arm. "Nothing like that. Now, about that drink?"



"Red wine, please."



"Have a seat and I'll be right back."



I watched as she walked away and enjoyed the view her swaying ass presented. I was still standing when she came back, and I enjoyed the front view just as much as the back. She handed me my wine, lifted her own glass in toast and spoke. "To the future. May it be all we desire." We toasted. "Sit please," she said as she sat on the sofa and indicated I should sit beside her.



We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before she took a rather large drink of her wine. "Jeff, I've only loved one man and I still miss him, but my life has to go on. You and I have been friends for a long time, but we've never gotten close. I'd like that to change. Sylvia gave you away and I would like for you to consider me as a 'rebound find,' if you will." 



I got the impression that she had given this a lot of thought but was still nervous about how to address it, and how I would receive it. It took me about two seconds to respond. I leaned over to her and lightly, gently, kissed her. When I leaned back, I looked at her and she smiled. "I guess that means you will," she said.



I smiled and nodded. I nodded because I was too charged with emotion to speak. She leaned in to kiss me.



I left her house that night about midnight walking on air. We had finished the bottle of wine and talked some about Philpin and Sylvia and where we were going from there, but mostly we talked about us. 



The next few weeks were interesting. Gayle had been working on getting both Philpin and Sylvia fired for misconduct, and I was working on getting divorced. Sylvia and I lived in the same house, and still no sex. The no-sex part didn't bother me because I knew it was just a matter of time before Gayle and I cut all restraints and let it fly. We had already passed the passionate kissing stage and advanced to fondling. 



Gayle and I crossed the line just a few days before we busted Sylvia and Philpin. We had gone to one of our shared committee meetings and she had banged her gavel ending the meeting. She asked me to remain for a few minutes. Two others stayed because they had questions for her. She was trying to answer their questions, and get rid of them without hurting their feelings. She would occasionally glance at me and roll her eyes. They were finally satisfied and left. I helped her gather her things to start out the door, but she stopped, closed the door, and turned to me. 



"I know you're still married, but she has been cheating for months and you and I know that sooner or later we're going to end up in bed. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to make it sooner... like tonight. How does that sound to you?"



I had allowed Gayle to take the lead in our relationship for a couple of reasons. First, I was still married, regardless of how pathetic that marriage had become, and second, I didn't know how much mourning was enough for her. She loved her husband, and only she could know when to move forward with her life and possibly fall in love again. Of course, her words and actions gave me more than a general idea.



An hour later we were in her bed fucking like it was our last chance before the world ended. Afterward, she told me that I was only the second man she had ever slept with.



Then Sammy called. He called and told me that Philpin had closed down the work on the park where they were working on the boat ramp. "The concrete needed to cure" is what he told most of the workers, but he told Sammy he was going to have Sylvia out there fucking her under the biggest live oak tree in the park. I told Gayle, and we decided it was time. Everything was ready. The City's HR people were on-board, the paperwork was ready for Sylvia to be served, and Gayle and I had been fucking for a couple of weeks. 



We busted them.



There we were. Sylvia had been served and Gayle and I had fucked; granted, the last time we fucked was the day before Sylvia told me I sucked as a lover, and my mind was so fucked that I was afraid to touch Gayle and we were getting ready to spend a week together. I was pretty nervous.



She rode with me to the airport and we were seated on the plane next to each other and were holding hands as we took off. The flight was smooth and relatively short. 



We checked in at the hotel and she registered for the conference, then we had dinner. After dinner, we were in our room and we just looked at each other. She smiled. "It's just us, now. What would you like to do?" she asked as she started unbuttoning her blouse. 



Normally my dick would go to instant railroad spike, but my mind was stuck on what Sylvia had said and I stayed as soft as a cotton ball. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and I saw her bra. I took a very deep breath as she reached behind her, unclasped the bra, and let it fall to the floor. She took both hands and cupped her breasts pointing both nipples right at me. 



Fuck what Sylvia said and fuck my psyche. I wanted that woman and I wanted her then and there. I reached for my belt and opened it. I reached for the button on my trousers, but Gayle beat me to it. She was on her knees with her hands on my trouser button quicker than I could say "suck my dick".



My trousers were around my ankles in nothing flat and Gayle had a mouthful of dick. Hard dick. Sylvia's comments were history. I was standing in front of a lady who very much wanted to please me and be pleased by me, and I had no objection to those desires.



I had discovered over the last weeks that she loved sucking cock, and I was happy to let her. I pumped into her mouth with all the gusto I had and she accepted it with all the passion she had. "I'm going to come," I told her as calmly as my ready-to-explode dick would allow.



She took her mouth off long enough to say, "Don't tell me. Just let it come. I like it better that way." Who was I to not give a lady what she wanted, so I fucked in and out and held it as long as I could before I exploded.



She grabbed the backs of my legs and held on. She stayed on her knees with my dick still in her mouth until it started to soften, then she started sucking again. Harder and, if possible, more exuberantly until I was hard again. "Stay like you are," she said to my throbbing dick. "I'll get back to you." She stood and stepped out of her slacks and panties.



I tried to step off my trousers that were still around my ankles, but my shoes were in the way and the trousers wouldn't come off with my shoes still there. I sat on the bed and pulled my trousers up just enough to get my shoes off, then kicked the trousers off, sending coins and keys all over the floor. I scooted back on the bed as she pounced on me and sat astride me.



"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.



"I'm going to fuck you," I told her.



"What?"



"I'm going to fuck you."



"When?"



I pushed her off of me and rolled over on top of her. "As soon as you can find a place to put my dick."



She laughed, reached for my dick and aimed it at her glistening slit. "You mean like this?" she said as she raised her hips and absolutely sucked me inside her.



"Oh my God, yes," I said. "Exactly like that."



We started the ageless rhythm that men and women have loved since Adam and Eve: the in and out of pussy and dick, the smooth rocking of two bodies looking for physical release. 



That was the first of many times we fucked that week, and it seemed that each time got better. Neither of us wanted the week to end, but, of course, it did.



I had several calls from the refinery that week which I answered, and twice as many from Sylvia. I deleted those.



We flew home, retrieved our luggage, got in my car, and I took her home where I carried her suitcase in for her. "Thank you, Jeff, for a wonderful week."



"I should be thanking you," I told her, "and I do."



She looked at me. "Have you given any thought to maybe moving in with me?"



"I have, and I think we should wait until the divorce is final. If your political rivals caught wind of you living with a married man, you career would be over."



"I know. I just want you to know that married or single, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you."



"I feel the same and it will happen. Just another couple of months."



She laughed. "Would you object if I manipulated the court schedule to speed things up?"



I smiled. "Another weapon in your opponents' arsenal. Let it take its course."



We kissed and I went home. Sylvia was there. "Where have you been? I was worried about you."



"No need to worry about me. I can take care of myself," I said as I put my suitcase down. I looked at her and told her of a decision I had made during the week. "I'm moving out. I'm giving you the house and I don't want to live here, anymore." 



"You can't. We're still married and as long as I'm your wife, you're living with me."



I looked at her. "You stopped being my wife when you let Philpin fuck you. By the way, how many times did he fuck you this past week?"



"None of your business."



"But he did fuck you and in this house in our bed. Didn't he?"



"You weren't here and someone needed to fuck me."



I laughed, picked up my suitcase and went back to the garage and my car.



"Now where are you going?" she yelled after me.



"Someplace clean," I yelled back.



I spent that night in a motel. When I told Gayle, she tried to get me to stay with her, but I wouldn't, no matter how much I wanted to. 



The next day, I asked my secretary to find the home phone number for Thomas Philpin. I had made another decision the previous week. When she brought me the number, I punched it in.



"Hello?" The female voice answered.



"Is this Mrs. Thomas Philpin?" I asked.



"Yes. Who is this?"



"My name is Jeffery Baer and your husband has been having an affair with my wife."



"And you expect me to do what, exactly, Mr. Baer?" was her reply.



Sammy had told me that Philpin pretty much fucked whoever he wanted to and his wife didn't seem to care, but I hadn't really believed it until now. "Don't you care?" I asked.



"Not particularly."



"May I ask why not?"



"He's an asshole. A bleeding, fucking asshole, but he has money and as long as he doesn't fall in love with one of his sluts and he keeps me in money, I don't give a shit what he does."



To say that I was taken aback would be an understatement. "Aren't you concerned about diseases?"



"Why? I never fuck him. He can get all the diseases he wants as long as they're curable."



I continued to be amazed. "What do you do for sex if you don't fuck him?"



She laughed. "I go to Vegas, find me a nice-looking girl and we do our thing."



"Girl?"



She laughed again. "That's right. A girl."



I thought for a few seconds before I spoke again. "Mrs. Philpin, I'm a total stranger to you. Why are you telling me this?"



"You started it by telling me Tommy was screwing your wife."



"Yes, but I thought..."



"I don't care who he fucks, plain and simple."



"But if he has money, why does he work?"



"He doesn't, anymore. I guess his boss caught him fucking one of his bimbos and fired him." She paused. "Oh, now I get it. Your wife was the bimbo he was caught with. Right?"



"That's right."



"And you wanted to tell me thinking you would get a revenge fuck, right?"



"No. No. God no."



"Then you wanted me to get all pissed off and divorce him."



"Mrs. Philpin, I don't know what I wanted or expected, but your attitude certainly wasn't on my radar screen."



"That's because I'm a gold digger, Mr. Baer. If I lose Tommy, I lose my meal ticket and I can't afford that. So I let him screw around all he wants to and I get to play as well."



"Does he know what you do in Vegas?"



"Of course. He has gone with me and watched on occasion." My mind was complete mush by then. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Baer?" She asked.



"No, there isn't."



"Then you have a nice day." She ended the call.



I took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to absorb what I heard that last few minutes. The one thing that kept coming to the surface was the fact that for most of my life, I'd wanted to watch two girls do each other, and Thomas Philpin had actually done it. I don't know that I would want one of the girls to be my wife, but the fantasy was still there.



I hated him more than ever. I shook my head to clear it. 



I called in my assistant and asked her if we had any empty executive apartments available.



"Yes, sir. Who's coming in and when?" We kept them for visitors from out-of-town.



"For me. I'm in the process of getting a divorce and I need a place to stay."



She brought me the key to the best apartment. "Can we do anything to help?" she asked.



"No, thank you. I'm fine."



Then I called Gayle. "I miss you," she said as soon as she answered the phone.



"I miss you, too." Then I told her about my conversation with Mrs. Philpin. She was as taken aback as I was. After we finished discussing that, she asked if I was coming to her house for dinner.



I told her I was. "We have to do some shopping because I've been gone a week and the cupboard is pretty bare. Would you like to go with me?" she asked.



"If you don't mind being seen in public with me," I answered.



We went together, but I was still a bit nervous about what her opponents would do with the information that she was seeing a married man. Having lunch with me in public was one thing because she had lunch with lots of people, but grocery shopping was something entirely different, and I was a bit nervous.



Sylvia tried calling, but I always refused to take her calls. Gayle and I got more and more careless in our public appearances and sure enough, our picture was in the paper with me holding the passenger door of my car open for her. On its surface, the picture was innocent, but someone in City Hall put two and two together. Gayle was asked about it during one of her news conferences. "Jeffery Baer and I have been friends for years. He was my late husband's boss and they had a close friendship. He and I have, on occasion, had dinner together and we will continue doing so."



"Isn't he in the process of getting a divorce?" asked another reporter. 



"Yes, he is. But he still gets hungry and so do I, so we eat." That brought a lot of laughter and ended any other questions about our relationship. We did, however, cool it for a while other, than our daily phone calls.



It did bring an irate call from Sylvia. "Are you fucking that whore?" she asked.



I didn't bother to answer. I just ended the call. That was the last call I had from Sylvia until we went to court. As expected, she contested the divorce and demanded marriage counselling, a move I vehemently opposed. My opposition carried the day when we showed pictures of her and Philpin fucking as recently as three days before our court appearance. Those pictures were courtesy of Sammy Wilson, the Acting Director of Parks and Grounds for the city.



To celebrate the divorce, Gayle and I took two-week vacations and went on a cruise through the Panama Canal. It was fascinating to watch that big bastard of a ship slipping into the narrow lock of the canal without banging its sides on the canal walls.



We, along with a couple of thousand other passengers, were standing along the rails of the ship watching as we went through. Somewhere just before we broke out of the locks and into Gatun Lake, I proposed to Gayle. Her scream was heard by virtually everybody on the ship, and most of the people lining the shores watching as we went by.



We both talked to our offices every day. Her immediate office staff knew of our relationship, but no one in my office did. 



The day after my divorce was final, Mayor Grant Smith officiated at our wedding. Both Grant's and Gayle's assistants were the only witnesses, and they were sworn to secrecy. After the ceremony, we had champagne in the Mayor's office. It was rare that alcohol was consumed during the workday, even at lunch. After the champagne, she went to her office and I went to the refinery and mine. I hadn't been there more than fifteen minutes when my secretary told me my wife was calling. "But it doesn't sound like Sylvia, and I thought your divorce was final yesterday," she said quizzically.



I laughed. "Effective an hour ago, there is a new Mrs. Baer, Jackie." She just looked at me as I picked up the phone. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Baer. How are you?" I asked.



She laughed. "I just wanted to tell you I love you, Mr. Baer, and that I would see you at home in just a couple of hours. Our home. Yours and mine." She was laughing as she hung up.



Jackie was still standing in the door. "Something you want to share with the class there, Mr. Baer?"



It was my turn to laugh. I suppose so. The new Mrs. Baer is Deputy Mayor Gayle Baer."



"You have got to be shitting me," she said with confusion.



"Close your mouth and go back to work, Jackie, and try to tell as few people as possible. Okay?"



She grinned broadly. "Only half the plant," she said as she left, closing the door behind her.



It took a full week before the word got around and our pictures were in the paper. The picture they had of us together was at one of our community meeting lunches, but it was on the front page for three days.

<hr pg="3" />Gayle's house was in a gated community and the security staff was able to keep the press out. 



Sylvia called and started cussing a blue streak, but I didn't give a shit and hung up on her.



The end of her term in office was coming, and Grant was not eligible to run again because of term limits, so everyone in the party, including Grant, was after Gayle to run. They were after her to make a decision so we were talking about the pros and cons. "There are lots of pros to running," she said, "but there are cons, as well." 



I honestly didn't care either way and tried to convince her of that, but for the sake of debate I asked her to give me what she thought was the biggest "con" to her running. She stood from where she was sitting, crossed the room and sat next to me on the sofa. "The biggest con to running would be that I wouldn't have as much time to spend with our baby."



"No big deal. We can hire someone to... what did you say?"



"You heard me," she said with a huge smile.



I grinned. "Yeah. But I want to hear you say it again."



"Okay. The biggest con..." 



I interrupted her. "Skip that part. Get to the baby part."



She sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and spoke. "We're going to have a baby, Jeff. You and I are going to have a baby."



We were halfway through our pregnancy when my secretary came into my office and closed the door. "HR just called. Your ex-wife has applied for the job in the documents department and they want to know what to do."



"Ask them these questions. 1. Is she qualified for the job. 2. Is there someone better qualified. 3. Do they want to come in my office every morning and tell me that they hired someone who cheated on her husband and never once showed remorse. And 4. Do they want to keep their own jobs? If the answer to number four is yes, they want to keep their jobs, then they damn well better find someone better qualified than her.



She smiled. "Okay, boss, I'll tell 'em." 



The last I heard Sylvia was headed for Vegas. She heard that Thomas Philpin and his wife were moving there and she didn't want to lose him. I wondered if Mrs. Philpin would try her out?

