Divorce Party
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - After establishing that my wife was cheating, I set up a bit of 'sting' operation. I even involved her lover's wife. Thus, When my wife and her lover stepped out of that hotel elevator, they had no idea what was in store for them. Things unfolded perfectly from my point of view.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Revenge
Ellie and I met with Clark Harrison, the divorce lawyer, and he reviewed both our cases, asset lists, and prenups, and declared them ‘iron clad’ so long as we had proof. Ellie and I were exceptionally open and revealing in front of each other. Our cases were so similar, besides being linked by spousal infidelity, that our divorce petitions were identical. I think we did save some money.
Harrison knew of Greg Parsons, our P.I., and praised his work. He said that he’d more contact him regarding the format and content of the investigative work for the two of us. He accomplished that before we left his office. The wheels were in motion.
I described the plan I had and that brought a laugh from Clark Harrison as well as support from Ellie. Every time that I vocalized something about my idea, I got some new twist to add to it.
I told Clark, “Mitch and Lisa have been using the Holiday Inn for their fuck fests. The place has a nice restaurant attached to it that I want to reserve and then present them with a Dinner of Dishonor as they come down from their room. I’d have a gathering of family, relatives, friends, and a few co-workers to help celebrate the occasion, present them the divorce papers, and a few other things, and then we’d give them some ‘tongue in cheek’ toasts, roast the couple, make a few announcements about the way things have suddenly changed for them, dine, and leave. They’d be on their own from that event onward.”
Clark laughed, “I love it. If you have room for one more at that ‘celebration’, count me in. I can arrange for a friend of mine that’s a sheriff to show-up in uniform to serve the papers on the two of them.”
“Lock it in. I’ll have a date soon. I just need to check Lisa’s calendar. She’s been scheduling these affair get-togethers a week or two ahead.”
The end of the week, Greg Parsons presented Ellie and me with a very detailed report on the shenanigans of our spouses, complete with photos and videos, that included some taken by hidden cameras in the hotel room, copies of texts and emails, and some recorded telephone calls picked up with a sensitive directional microphone. He’d discovered that Mitch and Lisa each had a burner phone they used to communicate.
Greg handed us each a USB drive with over 500 photos, 40 videos of varying length, and the texts and emails, that he’d been able to legally capture from the couple. They were a little sloppy and loose in their interactions with each other. Every item was incriminating, and many of the photos and videos were pornographic, capturing them as they were fucking. He was good at his job.
I asked about the ‘how’ on the photography and videography.
Greg called up a website and showed us a Teslong triple-lens inspection camera with sixteen-foot probe and microphone. He said, “I have various attachments and can get this in a cracked window or a under a door, steer or elevate the probe for best results, and the thing is barely noticeable, especially if you’re wrapped up in other activities. Fortunately, in this state that is legal. I can take simultaneous photos and videos, and you see the results.” He gestured at the USB drives.
He told how he pretended to work for hotel maintenance, complete with jumpsuit, tool bag, and can of WD-40. “I just knelt outside their door, snaked the camera under the door, and started recording. This is the irrefutable proof that you need in court.”
I asked, “Could this camera gadget work in real time ... like stream this to a TV set in that hotel’s restaurant area?”
Greg caught my drift, “Absolutely. I have it streaming to the cloud as it is. I edited what I got later, getting rid of the dross. We could pick-up on that same data stream and have it play on the television.”
I told Greg about my emerging plan, he laughed, and agreed to participate in that part of our festivities. He suggested that we use a projector to a larger screen for greater impact, and interlace some of the photos, suitably doctored so that they weren’t as pornographic, yet they showed exactly what had been going on by the pair. Ellie and I agreed with glee.
The next week was busy for both Ellie and me, and we compared notes frequently and planned the event. We each visited our parents, our spouse’s parents, a few other relatives in the area, and then various friends and mutual friends. Everyone was shocked at Lisa and Mitch’s behavior, and they agreed to keep our plans for the ‘Event’ secret.
I developed a list of a few of Lisa’s co-workers. I didn’t want them to sit on the secret ‘celebration’, but I would invite them to the shindig at that last minute without fully describing the event or why it was being held. Ellie planned to do the same with people that Mitch worked with.
Lisa had scheduled ‘working late’ the following Thursday evening. Ellie confirmed that Mitch had a ‘work trip’ scheduled that that meant he wouldn’t get home until late. That was close enough to their past behavior that I called and set the date and time with everyone that I’d talked with about our ‘Event’.
I confirmed with the hotel restaurant about our gathering and left a deposit. I set things up for everyone to eat about seven o’clock. From Greg’s investigations, the couple left their work at four-thirty, spent about two-plus hours fucking, and then Lisa cleaned up slightly and left for home. Mitch would be getting home late from an out-of-town client meeting that made him late. The expected arrival time in the lobby as they left the room for him to see her out to her car was around seven-thirty. Perfect.
I made some other calls, and arranged to take the day off. I hoped Lisa didn’t check out my car, the back was filled with folded moving boxes and wrapping paper. Ellie was doing something similar in parallel.
The kids left for school as normal for Thursday morning. Lisa left for work, and I did my act of getting ready for work and heading out only seconds behind her, only I didn’t leave the house. Instead, as her car pulled out of sight up the street, I started to empty my car and set up wardrobe cases and boxes for Lisa’s belongings.
My mother arrived about a half-hour later to help pack up Lisa’s things. I set her loose in the bedroom and master bathroom area and made up a bunch of packing boxes for her. I started packing Lisa’s other personal belongings strewn around the house.
We were careful and methodical in packing and labeling Lisa’s things: closet, dresser, cosmetics, and costume jewelry. The ‘real’ jewelry we separated out as something that I’d hold until my daughter was older. Most of that were gives of love I’d given her throughout our marriage. Some were family heirlooms.
Late morning, the locksmith arrived and changed the locks on the house and helped me reprogram the remotes for the garage door. After that, I completed the financial part of my ‘to do’ list. I cancelled Lisa’s and our joint credit cards, paying off the balance. I moved all but $500 from our joint checking and savings accounts into those in my name only. I contacted our investment advisor and shut off her access to those accounts, too.
I shut down some of the subscription services that we jointly used: Netflix, and access to our joint safety deposit box. I stopped any auto-renew subscriptions that she used. I changed the passwords on the home technology. I forwarded her mail to her parents’ home. I went back to packing her belongings.
Everything was packed by two p.m. I made a call and at three o’clock two men and a box truck showed up to take Lisa’s stuff to a storage locker that I’d rented on her behalf. It went quickly. By four, everything was stowed in the locker and ready for her to sort through it. I thanked my mother for her help, and she left to get ready for our dinner. Funny, but we were almost gleeful about the coming party.
We did leave out one suitcase ready for several overnights. That would be presented to her that evening at the event we’d planned. Her residence was no longer going to be with the kids and me at the house.
The kids had come home from school and doing their usual after-school stuff when I got back from overseeing the loading of the storage unit. I told them that we were going to a special dinner and that they had to be nice and follow directions.
With great difficulty, I awkwardly explained what their mother had done, ‘something very bad with another man’, and that from then on, she wouldn’t be living with me any longer. That was a tough discussion, but they were old enough to understand. I emphasized that we’d arrange for them to see her.
Brenda knew immediately and stated, “So, she had sex with someone else, right? She cheated on you?”
I explained, “She did, and that broke our marriage vows to each other that we would love and honor and respect each other. She didn’t show me her love by doing that, and certainly didn’t honor our relationship or respect me ... or you. She basically voted to break up the family.
“We’d always said to each that if the other cheated that was end of our marriage. I don’t know what her motivation was, but a number of us are going to surprise her and her friend tonight. I think it would have more impact on her if you were there, but you don’t have to come. Your grandparents will be there.”
Brett and Brenda both nodded and eyeballed each other. Brett said, “I understand, I think. We both want to be there, especially if will help embarrass her for what she did. What you told us about her doesn’t make me pleased with what she did.”
I added, “Some of our friends will be there. You know our friend Mitch Janson?” They nodded. “Well, he’s the man, or at least one of them, that your mother had her affair with. His wife will be there with her children and friends.
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