The phone call was hoped for, but not totally expected. I had figured that the soonest I would hear from them, if they took the deal, would be at least two weeks away. But at eleven-thirty the phone rang and Mortenson said, "We are going with you Bruce. I've signed the papers and a copy is being faxed to you. You should have the originals by FedEx in the morning. Looking forward to doing business with you guys. Talk to you later."

I walked over to the fax machine just as the document started coming in. This was the last of seven deals that I had spent the last five months putting together. Five months of fourteen and sixteen hour days including working in my home office in the evenings and on the weekend, but it had been worth it. I was a lock now for the VP of Sales slot and the salary, bonuses and other perks that went with the job. I stapled the package together and walked down the hall to the boss's office. I knocked and Harv hollered at me to come in. I walked in and dropped the package on his desk, "Mortenson - signed, sealed and delivered. If you have no objection I'm going to take a week off and see if I can't get reacquainted with my wife."

Harv gave me a big smile and said, "You earned it. Take however much time you want. While you're gone figure out how you want your new office decorated - Mr. Vice President of Sales."

On the drive home I wondered if Helen would faint from shock when I came in the door. It had been months since I'd gotten home before nine in the evening and even then I had disappeared into my den for an hour or so. I guess I can honestly say that during those months I had been a good provider, but not much of a husband. We'd had several arguments over the lack of attention that I'd paid Helen, and I had tried very hard to explain that all the work I was doing was for our future, but it was hard to make her understand that. Great, I thought as I pulled up in front of the house and looked at the three cars in the driveway. The day I come home early intending to get reacquainted with my wife she has a bunch of friends visiting.

I went into the house and immediately knew that something was wrong. The noise coming from upstairs sounded like a sound track from a porn video, "Fuck me. Oh god yes, give me that cock. Harder damn it, harder. Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me."

What shocked me to the soles of my feet was that it was Helen's voice. I wanted to turn around and leave, but something made me climb the stairs and go toward our bedroom. I stood in the doorway to the room and saw Helen on the bed with her head in the lap of a man while another man was fucking her from behind in her asshole. A third man stood next to the bed and was stroking his hard dick while he watched the action on the bed. The guy who was fucking her in her ass announced that he was cumming and Helen moaned, "In me baby, shoot it deep in me" and the man grabbed her hips and went at her ass like a jack hammer for several seconds and then he slowed to a stop. When he pulled his cock out of Helen her asshole looked like an open tunnel with a river of white running out of it. She took her mouth off of the man she had been sucking and told him to get up and take her in the ass. He got up from where he was laying and when he did he saw me and stopped dead in his tracks. The others noticed and turned around to look where he was looking and when Helen saw me she smirked, "That's only my husband; he's harmless so don't let him slow you down. Take my ass Roy, hurry up, I want you in my ass."

She looked at me and said, "They like my ass Bruce. They really get off shoving their hard cocks up my ass and cumming in me. Watch Roy Bruce. Watch Roy slide his hard cock up my ass. Watch him do what you haven't done in over five months."

The one called Roy looked warily at me as he climbed on the bed behind Helen and I heard her grunt as he slid into her. The man who had been standing beside the bed moved to put his cock in Helen's mouth and when she started sucking him I turned and went down the hall to the home office I had set up in the spare bedroom. I sat down at my desk and tried to sort out my feelings. There was something erotic about what I had just watched, but there was also a curious lack of feeling about it. I wasn't angry, I wasn't turned on, if anything I was indifferent.

I sat there for several minutes listening to Helen begging her friends to feed her more cock. What made me get up and get the camera I don't know, just as I didn't know what made me go to the gun safe in the closet and get out my Colt 1911A1. I tucked the gun in the small of my back and walked down the hall to the bedroom and started taking pictures. When I got there Helen was sitting on one cock, sucking on another and taking a third up her ass. I took several pictures and then went back down the hall to my office. About three minutes later two of the guys came into the room and said, "Give us the fucking camera." I told them that I didn't thinks so and one of them said, "Give us the camera and you won't get hurt. If you make us take it away from you, you won't like it."

I took out the .45 and said, "I'm not giving you the camera, now get the fuck out of this room."

The two of them backed hurriedly away and almost ran back to the bedroom and I heard Helen say, "You guys better go. I think me and my hubby are going to need to talk" and a few minutes later I heard the front door slam. Several minutes after that Helen appeared in the doorway. She stood there looking at me and finally she said, "Well?"

I turned to look at her, "Well what?"

She made a face and said, "Aren't you going to say something?"

"Why, and to what purpose?"

"Oh come on. You have to be upset or mad. Don't you even want to know why?"

"Not really. I know I'm out busting my ass to make a good life for us and apparently it inconvenienced you for about five months. Most women would have considered that a small price to pay for financial security, but then I guess you aren't 'most women' are you? I come home to tell you that all the hard work paid off and I'm now the new VP of Sales and I find out that you sold me out."

"Hey, don't you dump all this on me. This wasn't any case of working with you on a project or anything like that. You have ignored me, totally ignored me for over five fucking months now. Up in the morning and gone without a kiss goodbye, home at night at nine or ten and then into this fucking office for another two hours or so and then not coming to bed until after I was sound asleep. Even on the weekends you couldn't spare me a fucking minute. You realize my birthday was three months ago and you didn't even give me a fucking card? You couldn't even remember me long enough to pick up the phone and wish me a happy birthday. And what about our wedding anniversary? It was three weeks ago. Did you by any chance remember it? If you did you sure didn't let me know. Did you ever take the time to tell me what you were doing? Did you ever say to me, "Be patient with me honey, it will only be a couple of months and then things will be better? No you fucking did not! Overnight you went from a loving husband to someone who didn't even know I existed and I was supposed to sit idly by and twiddle my thumbs until you chose to notice me? Well fuck you Bruce."

She turned and went down the hall to the bedroom. I sat there and thought about what she'd just said. I had forgotten our anniversary and her birthday and if she was right about that she might have been right about some of the rest of it. I hadn't realized that I was coming across to her that way, but even if I was, was that any excuse for her to be fucking other men in our own bedroom? Could she not have walked in the door on one of those nights I was working and talked to me? I sat there and thought about things for another hour and a half and then I got up and went looking for her. I found her in the bedroom closing a suitcase.

"What are you doing?"