I suppose that I have my wife to thank although I never will. In fact, I hope to God she never finds out because that would change things and the Good Lord knows that I don't want that to happen.

It started the day that I found out that my wife was an unfaithful whore. It was a story as old as time. We had planned to go someplace, something came up and I had to cancel and my wife went alone. I got loose from what I had to do and showed up just in time to see my wife go off with another man. I followed and watched as she sucked his cock, fucked him, sucked him hard and fucked him a second time.

I quietly left and later that night I came home to a lovey-dovey wife who told me that she had been horny all day thinking about me. She pulled me upstairs to the bedroom and then did her absolute best to fuck my eyes out. It was the first time I knowingly had sloppy seconds, but it wasn't the last. I never let her know that she had been discovered and life went on.

No, I wasn't a guy who got off on knowing that his wife did other men. What I was was a guy who could not, under any circumstances, afford a divorce at that time. It would happen in the future, but for the time being I had to grin and bear it. That's not to say that I didn't start to collect information to use when the time came to call in the lawyers.

I figured that since Denise was fucking around she was probably doing it at home from time to time so I wired the house for sound, bought nanny cams and hid them in the rooms where I thought Denise would most likely spread her legs and then I hooked a voice activated tape recorder on the phone line.

It did not take me long to find out that in addition to whomever she was fucking away from the house she was also fucking five or six guys who visited her at home on an almost regular basis. What pissed me off the most, next to finding out my wife was a whore, was that the guys that stopped by the house were all supposed to be my friends. To keep Denise from finding out that I knew what was going on I had to stay on good terms with the assholes, but I did make a mental note that when I finally went after Denise I would see to it that they got theirs.

A year went by and my collection of evidence grew. I had audio and video of eleven different men burying the bone in Denise. I actually had several videos of them. Barney, the asshole who was supposed to be my best friend, was on tape no less than seventy-eight times. His wife was going to love those tapes when I finally got around to dumping Denise.

The one thing that I could never understand was all of the sex, love and affection that I got from Denise even as she fucked other men by the dozens. It must have been a guilt thing is all I can figure.

During that same year I was doing what I could to quietly dispose of assets by converting them to cash and then putting the cash in a safe deposit box. Knowing that lawyers always seem to be able to find money squirreled away in banks I had rented the box using the name and social security number of my long dead grandfather on my mother's side of the family.

First to go was the boat and trailer. I told Denise that I thought I had detected a touch of dry rot and decided to get out from under the boat while I could. Then I told her that everyone who looked at it thought that they saw evidence of dry rot and that I had finally had to sell it for a third of what it was worth. I put that third in our savings account and the other two-thirds went into the safety deposit box. Next to go was a piece of lake front property that Denise didn't even know I had. She had always wanted a cabin on a lake and I had bought the property intending to build a cabin on it and give it to her on our tenth anniversary.

The coin collection that my great-grandfather started and then gave to my grandfather who passed it to my father who gave it to me was the next to go. It was followed by my gun collection, my comic book collection, my baseball cards and soon all I had left was my two-year-old pick up truck and a hundred and eighty-seven thousand in the safety deposit box. The house was mortgaged to the hilt so Denise would get damned little out of the proceeds when the house was sold and I didn't have anything else that she and her lawyer could go after.

I was finally ready to go after Denise, but I decided that she would be the last one. I'd let her see her lovers go down one by one so she would wonder what was going on and maybe even worry about it. Barney, not Denise, would be first.

One morning I got up and called in sick to work and was sitting just down the block from Barney's house when he came out to leave for work. Twenty minutes later his two kids came out and headed off to school and that meant that Bev was home alone. I rang the doorbell and Bev came to the door.

"Bob. What are you doing here so early? You just missed Barney."

"I didn't come to see Barney Bev, I came to see you. May I come in?"

She stepped aside and said, "Come on into the kitchen and I'll get you a cup of coffee."

I sat down at the kitchen table and as she poured the coffee she said, "What is this all about Bob?"

"I am getting ready to take care of a problem Bev and when I do you will suddenly have a problem and since my beef isn't with you I wanted to give you some advance notice. Can we take our coffee into the family room? I have something that I want to show you."

I had put all of Barney's visits to Denise on one tape and as I put the tape in the VCR I told Bev about what I had found out about Denise and that I had wired my house to see what she was doing.

She looked surprise and said, "You didn't know?"

"Didn't know what?"

"That she was fucking anything with a cock."

"No I didn't, but it sounds like you did."

"Barney told me. He said she told him she had your permission, that you got turned on by her fucking other men."

"You knew she was fucking Barney?"

"Christ no Bob, Barney wouldn't do that to you. He just found out about it from talking with the other guys."

"Talking to other guys huh?" and I pushed the play button and Bev saw Barney lying on my bed with Denise sliding up and down on his cock. Bev sat in stunned silence for almost a minute and then she said:

"That mother fucking bastard! He swore up and down to me that he never went near her when you weren't around."

"I've got him on this tape visiting her seventy-eight times over the past year."

"What are you going to do?"

"Divorce her for adultery and drag everyone I have video of into court."