Chapter 1

I know of these men, but I have no way of knowing the real story of when, where and how. I am however, based on my knowledge of Helen's likes and dislikes and the circumstances at the time, able to make some fairly reasonable assumptions. So, while my description of what happened with her and the cop might not be accurate the fact that she did the cop is not in dispute.

I received a lot of information after the fact that has helped me in putting together these scenarios. For instance, after the divorce I dated one of the girls that Helen worked with when she met the cop so I know how it started, how long it lasted and a little of how it ended. Herb's wife told me some of the story of Helen and the drummer and of Helen and the college boy and from others I got bits and pieces about the rest. A talk with Herb's wife Sally is a case in point:

"Oh come on Rob, how could you not know what she was and what she was doing? I knew the night of the bowling banquet when you decided to go to that tournament in Madison. Christ Rob, she was all over that drummer and I half expected her to do him right there on the dance floor. You had to see it. I know you had to see it and you didn't do anything except let it happen. She had him over every night you were gone and then maybe two or three times a week for another month until she got tired of him. You telling me that you didn't know?"

I remembered the night. I belonged to the Fraternal Order of Eagles and I bowled in the Eagle's Friday night league. The Eagles had a state bowling tournament and I and another guy had teamed up to compete in the doubles and we had won. At the year end bowling banquet we got our trophy and our prize money. The band was decent and they played a lot of Helen's favorite songs. I was busy talking about bowling and tournaments and Helen had wandered over to where the band was taking their break to make a request and they asked her to join them. During their next break I saw Helen standing with the drummer, but I didn't think anything of it. If I thought anything it was probably that she was requesting another song.

Later in the evening, Mike, the captain of one of the other teams asked me if I would like to go to the Eagles national tournament being held that year in Madison, Wisconsin. They had already entered, but one of their guys had to drop out and they were looking for someone to take his place. We left the following Friday morning and I didn't get back until Monday morning.

"And I suppose you are going to tell me you didn't know about Jason?" Sally said. I shook my head no. "He was nailing her a couple of times a week until you moved. I can't believe that you don't know any of this stuff; everybody else knows it."

I remembered Jason. At the time we were renting the downstairs of a two-story house that had been converted into a two family flat. Jason was an eighteen-year-old college student who lived upstairs with his parents. I never noticed that he spent anytime around Helen, but then I was beginning to learn that there was a whole lot I hadn't noticed. I was beginning to ask myself if I had been really blinded by love or was I just naturally unobservant.

"How did you know about Jason?"

"Jason has a big mouth. He was bragging around school about this hot older woman he was banging and he named her. How did I know he wasn't lying? Because he described her, right down to the butterfly tattoo just above her pussy. Knowing what you know about her now you have to know that if he saw that tattoo he had already reached the Promised Land."

I had to believe it. Helen kept herself shaved except for a six inch long 'landing strip' and just off to the right of the strip and five or so inches up from her cunt was a multicolored butterfly I had given her on her twenty-fifth birthday.

That information allowed me to build the framework of the story, but the meat of the story is from my imagination.

I have never known the why. After I caught Helen I asked her why and all I got was an indifferent shrug. So, as you read these stories bear in mind that they actually did happen; maybe not exactly as I've portrayed them, but they did happen.

The Dishwasher and The Pizza Man.

I met Helen when I went to where my mom worked. Mom's car had broken down and was in the shop and I had stopped by to give her a ride home. There was a new girl working at the restaurant and she was a beauty. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of her and my mother noticed. She laughed and said:

"I guess I'd better introduce you to her otherwise you will be bugging me all the way home with questions about her. I'll introduce you and you can get your information direct. Besides, it will do you both good."

"How so?"

"Well, you are back and don't know anybody and she has just moved here and she doesn't know anybody so the two of you have something in common."

Helen had just moved to Detroit from Bluefield, West Virginia and had only been in town a week. I had only been in town for three weeks. I had joined the Army when I graduated from Ypsilanti High School and had been gone for three years. While I had been doing my sixteen month tour in Korea my mom and dad had moved to Detroit and on my discharge I had joined them there so I knew no one.

Mom introduced me to Helen and things took off from there. We dated for six months and then I asked her to marry me and she said yes. When I told mom I expected her to be happy for me, but that wasn't the case and in fact, she tried to talk me out of it.

"You are both too young. You need to meet some other girls and find out what other fish are in the pond. You really don't know much about each other" and a lot more stuff like that. She never did tell me the real reason why she was against the marriage until after the divorce by which time it was way too little, way too late.

Helen and I got the blood tests and the license and then we called around and found a Justice of the Piece in Redford Township who could fit us in and we drove over there and got married. Unknown to me was the fact that Helen started being unfaithful to me about six weeks before the wedding.

The Dishwasher.

Mario was an Italian kid who had dropped out of high school and in those days in Detroit no diploma meant factory work or scut work. The factories weren't hiring so Mario ended up a combination janitor and dishwasher at the restaurant. He set his sights on Helen the first day he came to work and over the next couple of months he did everything he could to try to get close to her. It didn't seem to matter to him that she was twenty-two and he was only eighteen.

Before long they were taking their coffee breaks together and their lunch breaks together. When she got stuck with closing at night he offered to give her rides home and offered to pick her up and bring her to work. My work schedule prevented me from being able to do those things and so she accepted. Her only other alternative was to ride the DSR and while the buses ran frequently during the day they weren't all that great at one in the morning.

I wasn't all that happy when she told me about Mario giving her rides, but I could see where standing at a bus stop for a half hour at oh-dark-thirty waiting for the Grand River bus to take her to Fenkell would be less than attractive, especially when a ride was available.

One night when Mario gave her a ride home she leaned over to give him a 'thank you' kiss on the cheek. He turned his head and took the kiss on his mouth and when Helen didn't jerk her face away from his he slipped her a little tongue. When she still didn't pull back he put his arms around her and pulled her close. They did some pretty heavy necking for a while and then Mario put his hand inside her blouse. At that point she pushed him away, got out of the car and went into the house.

The next night it was the same except the necking started as soon as Mario pulled up at the curb and lasted much longer and that time he got to play with her tits for a while before she stopped him. By the end of the week he was finger fucking her and she was giving him hand jobs.

It happened on a Wednesday. It was Mario's day off and Helen was working the three to midnight shift. Around seven-thirty the phone rang and my mother, who was working the noon till nine shift, answered it. The call was for Helen and mom thought she recognized the voice of the caller, but she didn't think anything about it at the time. She went and got Helen and then noticed that Helen seemed to be furtively looking around as if afraid someone might over hear what she was saying. That made mom curious, but the place was packed and she was busy waiting on customers so she had to get back to work.

Helen's dinner break was at eight-thirty and mom just happened to be in the kitchen as Helen was going out the back door. Again mom thought Helen looked like she was trying to hide something and she went to a window and looked out in time to see Helen climb into Mario's car. Mom knew that Mario wasn't scheduled to work that day and she wondered why he was there and why Helen was getting in the car with him. She saw the car move to the back row of the parking lot and park there.

Her curiosity now in full force she grabbed her coat and went outside to see what was going on. Staying out of the light she walked to the back of the lot to see what she could see. She cautiously moved up on the right rear quarter and looked in the car to see Helen's head bobbing up and down on Mario's cock. Her uniform top was unbuttoned and her tits had spilled out and Mario was fondling them. After two minutes of watching Helen blow Mario mom saw Mario push Helen away and mom stepped back as the two in the car changed positions. It wasn't until she saw Helen's legs come up that she edged forward to look in the car again. Helen's legs were spread wide and Mario was between them and sliding his cock into her cunt.