Chapter 2

It was the cliché of all cliches. The husband coming home much earlier than expected and finding his wife in bed with another man and not just any 'other man', but his best friend. It wasn't supposed to happen to me. How could it? Dorothy and I loved each other. Or so I had thought.

The day had started on a positive note. The project that I had been working on for almost six months had come to a successful conclusion. The client had signed on the dotted line and suddenly I was the star. I had single handedly increased the company's revenue by two hundred percent and the morning had been filled with people stopping by my office to congratulate me. I had cleaned up the paper work and at ten-thirty I had placed the finished package on my bosses desk. After promises of promotion and a large bonus he had given me the rest of the week off.

"Go home and chase Dolores around the house" was how he had put it. I had to smile at that; I liked chasing Dolores around the house. I especially liked what happened when she caught me. As I drove home with my head full of images of my sexy wife I contemplated on how full and rich my life was. A beautiful and sexy wife who loved me as much as I loved her, three lovely daughters that I adored and a job that I really liked getting up in the morning and going to. Life was just so damned good.

Dan's station wagon was parked in my drive when I got home. Dan had been my best buddy since the sixth grade. He had been the best man at my wedding and I had been his when he married Mellisa. Mellisa and Dolores had become good friends and were always going shopping and to Avon type parties together and at least once a month the two of them would get together for a 'girls night out'. Mellisa and Dolores must have had something planned that day and I saw my plan to chase Dolores around the house fade away.

But it wasn't Mellisa who had something planned with Dolores as I found as soon as I walked in the front door. Before I could shout out, "Honey, I'm home" I heard Dolores cry out, "Oh God yes Dan, like that, just like that. Deep lover, push it in deep."

Dan's "God, but I do so love your pussy" froze me in place and Dolores destroyed me when she said, "It's yours lover, it has always been yours."

I have always been, at least in my own mind, a calm and rational person. For me, storming upstairs and barging in on the two of them was not an option. I had been betrayed by the woman I loved and who I thought had loved me and my best friend had also betrayed me. A shouting match and a couple of punches would not be enough to satisfy me. I turned and left the house with, "It's yours lover, it has always been yours" ringing inside my head. I had no idea what form my revenge would take, but when I took it they would never see it coming.

Once away from the house I pulled the car over and parked at the curb and sat there and thought about how I could best get back at the two of them and I finally decided that I needed more information. Three that afternoon found me sitting in the office of Sam Heinz who was a private investigator. I told him my story, signed a form giving him permission to enter my house in the course of his investigation, paid him a retainer and then left his office.

Next I went to a jewelry store where I purchased a diamond pendant that I hoped Dolores would never see. It was important to me that Dolores not know that I knew about her and Dan or that she even suspect that I might be suspicious. The diamond would be in my pocket on the off chance that my boss might have called the house with a question on the deal I had just closed. If he had and Dolores asked where I had been I would haul out the stone and tell her I'd spent several hours visiting jewelry stores looking for just the right pendant for her. A suspicious husband wouldn't be giving her a three-carat diamond as a gift, right? After getting the saleswoman's assurance that I could return the pendant if my wife didn't like it I paid for it and headed home.

Going home to Dolores and acting as if everything was fine was one of the hardest things that I had ever done. Acting normal was a chore; I had a hard time putting strength into my hugs and steam into my kisses, but curiously, I had no problem getting erections. I found it somewhat strangely exciting to know I was fucking a whore. That was another curious thing. Our sex life had always been good and there had been no slackening in it that would indicate that she was getting sex elsewhere. I found myself wondering just how long I had been the recipient of sloppy seconds from Dolores. Sloppy seconds was just a figure of speech of course since Dolores obviously cleaned herself out after her trysts with Dan, but I did wonder how many times I had followed him into my wife. The answer to that question was shocking when I got it.

It was three weeks after discovering that my wife was a faithless whore that I got the report from the private detective.

"It would appear that the affair has been fairly long standing. From available information it has been going on for at least eight years. I must warn you ahead of time that the content of the audio and videotapes will shake you to your core. My advice to you is that you destroy the tapes without looking at then or listening to them. Take my written report to your lawyer. It should be enough to get you favorable terms in a divorce action. I can't stop you from viewing the tapes since you did pay for them, but I heartily suggest that you don't."

Human nature being what it is there was no way I was not going to look at those tapes after hearing the detective strongly suggest that I take a pass. In retrospect it would have been much, much better all around if I had taken his advice.

There were taped phone conversations full of I love you's, I miss you's and I wish you were here with me now's and the arranging of the next meeting. The videotapes were, at least for the most part, nothing more than shoddy porn tapes. Dolores and Dan kissed, made out and sucked and fucked. They did it all including one or two things that Dolores never did with me like anal and oral sex.

No, that isn't totally true. Dolores did suck a mean cock and she never refused to go down on me, but she never let me cum in her mouth. She would get me to the point of ejaculation and then she would finish me by hand. Not so with Dan, she swallowed every drop and then licked his cock clean. That upset me more than the anal part. Dolores and I had tried anal when we were first married and after about six months Dolores finally told me that she didn't like it.

"It hurts me too much baby. I'll do it if you really, really want to, but I would prefer not to."

Regular sex with Dolores was fantastic so it was no big deal to give up anal sex. Now here she was taking it up the Hershey Highway with enthusiasm. Several times she even asked for it.

I had watched about twelve hours of video before I got to the one that Heinz knew I wouldn't be able to handle. It was the tape that had the first night of my last business trip on it. It started out like most of the others with Dolores sucking Dan's cock to get him hard enough to fuck her and then climbing on him and riding him until Dan came. Next they went sixty-nine until Dan was up again and then they fucked in the missionary position. Another blow job and they did doggie style for a while and after about five minutes of taking it from behind she asked Dan to fuck her in her ass. He slid his cock in her and she moaned out, "Yes, oh god damned yes baby. So good, so damned good."

It took him several more minutes to cum and then they were lying on the bed breathing hard and Dolores asked Dan if he was staying the night since I was out of town and he said that he was planning on it.

"How do you cover it with Mellisa?"

"I just start an argument with her and sooner or later she will say something that I pretend pisses me off and then I stomp out of the house. The next day when I go home I tell her I went to my office and slept on the couch I have there."

"She never checks up on you?"

"Of course she does, but I tell her that I don't answer the phone after business hours and besides, if I wanted to talk to her I would have stayed home instead of storming out. It is all part of the plan for when it is time for the divorce."

"How does that work toward a divorce?"

"When we are ready I'll just start another argument, tell her I'm tired of all the bullshit and that I'm leaving her. It won't be a problem. No kids so there won't be any child support. She makes more at her job than I do at mine so there won't be any alimony. I'll let her have the house since I'll be living here with you. Have you decided yet when you want to do it?"

"I wanted to wait a bit, let the girls get a little older."

"You realize the longer we wait the harder it will be on them when we tell them that I'm their real father."

"I have been thinking on that. Maybe we shouldn't tell them. Maybe we should wait a while and then file papers so you can legally adopt them."

"Damn it Dolores, they are my kids and I want to acknowledge them as such."