How I Became Part of the O'Shea Family
Copyright© 2026 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A stand-alone O'Shea Family Story. After he divorces his first wife for cheating, a working man mets a member of the O'Shea family.No AI and as usual, I had problems with the codes.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Lesbian Fiction Workplace Cheating BTB Anal Sex Revenge
PEGGY—Hello, you readers have never met me. I am Peggy O’Shea. I am the youngest daughter of John and Molly O’Shea. That makes me Dove’s little sister. Now, before we go any further, I want you to know that I am NOT into all that talking to dead people or animals. To be honest, that shit creeps me out! I’m just a normal girl that grew up in the country then left to find my way in the big city. Okay, it is not so big but a lot bigger than Bentonville, with its one restaurant, one movie theater and everybody knowing everyone’s business. I told Grandma Ginger where I wanted to go to school and she took care of the rest. Remember, she handles the family trust. None of us grandkids have to work, but that is not allowed in our family. Captain Jack will not have it. You go to school, then you get a job. Everyone calls my grandfather ‘Captain Jack’, even the grandkids, he was a war hero. A real badass that no one messes with even today. He carries a .45 automatic pistol in a shoulder holster under his farm coat. The guy is in his 70’s! I am getting ahead of the story. I am going to let my husband take over for a while. I will be back later.
JOE—Hello, my name is Joe, not Joseph, just Joe. Joe King to be exact. My family has no war heroes or family trust. We are, or were, just a bunch of hard-working construction workers. I am all that is left. Both sets of my grandparents are dead. My mother died while I was in college. My father was never the same afterwards and joined her about a year later. I had just graduated with my construction degree, and I inherited his remodeling business. I married my first wife, Linda, just after we both graduated. Her degree was in secretarial science. We had met our junior year, dated and decided to marry over Thanksgiving break of our senior year.
Let me tell you something about that bitch. Sorry, I know I should not be so hateful, but it is hard to be kind to someone who you trusted with your heart, someone who you planned to spend your life with, someone who was going to have your kids. You get the picture?
I caught her cheating!
Here is how it started and ended.
Between her junior and senior years in high school. (Remember I said high school!) She went to work as a receptionist at a local distribution company. The name is not important since it no longer exists. The owner was an older asshole (yeah, you guessed it. He is the one she cheated with) who was a widower. His wife had been killed in a car wreck years ago. He supposedly took a liking to her and let her work after school and on the weekends. He gave her a scholarship to the local university here in town with the promise that she would work for him until he turned 65 and retired. She was being groomed to take over the company. That was the story. I bought it.
For over three years I was happy as a pig in shit (are pigs really happy in shit?). My business was doing well. Not making a fortune but we were getting by. Linda seemed happy and all was well at home. As I remember, we were having sex about every other day and we did everything except anal. We tried that one night after we were married and she said it hurt too much. My dick is not huge but it is about 7 inches and thick. She bled a little and that was it for me. I did not want to injure her. She worked every day but was always home when I got there and she never traveled. I never suspected a thing.
One Monday morning I was having a bad day. The starter on my truck was dragging. But it finally started and I went to the office. I got the guys out and on the road to the job site. It was a nice 4 car garage addition with living quarters above. I was waiting on my secretary to get there when I got a call that there was a problem at the job. The customer had decided over the weekend to make some changes to the blueprint. He wanted to talk to me. I told my foreman to work around the changes and I would be there as soon as possible.
I got in my truck and the starter would not kick over. I was standing there thinking I should have handled this last week when my secretary and her son drove up. He brings his mother to work in a monster truck. It is raised high off the ground with dark tinted windows, I guess it is barely street legal. I explain my problem and offered him $20 to take me to the job site. I told his mother to call a garage and get my truck fixed. Then I climbed up, you need a 6 foot step-ladder to get into this thing, and we leave for the job site.
Cutting through town I spot my wife’s car in front of us and when she stops at a light, I tell the kid to pull up alongside of her. That puts me looking down at her through those tinted windows. She cannot see me, but I get a good look at her. The little blue sundress she is wearing is pulled up to show her pale blue panties. There is an old hand inside of them rubbing what I thought was only for me. I swear to god if the light had not changed, I would have jumped out and confronted them right there in the street. Instead, I told the kid to follow them but at a distance. He knew my wife and saw the other man in the car and started to say how sorry he was and maybe it was not what it looked like.
“His hand on my wife’s pussy and her not screaming, ‘NO!’ It was exactly what it looked like.”
We hung back and were not noticed as we followed them into an older section of town. When they turned on a certain street, I knew where they were going and I told him to pull over. They turned into a driveway and went directly into a garage that I had built. I had completely re-modeled this entire house! I never met the owner but had dealt with an attorney. It was my first big job after taking over the company. It had really jumped started my business.
We watched as the garage door closed and the light in the kitchen came on. Then a few minutes later the light in the master bedroom came on and I saw Linda at the window. She closed the drapes.
I was pissed but I needed to get to that job site. If I stormed in I knew myself well enough to know that I would get physical. I am no body builder, but I am in good shape. I have worked construction all my life and I know how to fight. It comes with the job.
I told the kid to take me to the job site.
I was upset but there was really no problem at the site. The homeowner wanted a door out the back of the garage into the backyard. He showed me where he wanted it. I marked it on the plans and told the foreman to do it and was back in the truck in 30 minutes.
As we drove back to the office, I was thinking about what to do about my wife. I had no proof of anything. Linda and her boss might be watching the house while the owners are on vacation, maybe feeding the cat. Who knows, but I had to find out before confronting her. Something was just not right. We stopped at a light and across the intersection I saw a sign “O’Shea Investigations”. A private detective agency! That is just what I needed. I told the kid to let me out and I handed him another $20 bill. I asked him not to tell his mother what we had seen and he promised not to and drove off.
I opened the door and walked in. A young girl asked if she could help and I told her I needed to see a private investigator. She buzzed an office and a young man came out. He introduced himself as Bobby O’Shea, he was the owner’s son. His father is on vacation this week. He invited me into his office and the girl followed. I explained what I had seen this morning and he called in a black guy named Brian. After introductions and a brief explanation of the situation Brian asked if I had the address of the house where I saw my wife. I knew it off the top of my head and he went to see who the owner of the property was. He was back in five minutes and said I had made a mistake. I gave him my address. I told him I had not and to check again. He returned and said the house was in the name of Linda and Joe King. I sat there with my mouth open. I had re-modeled my own house! What the hell is going on here?
That’s when the girl, Amy, spoke up. “Listen, this makes it easy. You sign a form giving us the right to install video cameras in YOUR house. We wire it and proceed to watch it 24/7. We will see exactly what happens in that house. Now the big question. What are you going to do with this information? We don’t want you getting into trouble if we tell you your wife is cheating. Counseling, divorce and just letting it go are all viable options.”
“Hell no, if she is cheating, I want a divorce. I will not jeopardize my freedom by taking physical revenge on them, but I will sue and get my pound of flesh.” They all nodded. I signed the papers giving them permission to wire ‘my house’. Then I called a cab and went back to the office. My truck was ready with a new starter. I tinkered around in the shop and went home at my regular time.
Linda was there as usual making supper. She kissed me and told me how much she loved me. I was kind of doubting her at that moment, but I kissed her back. Feeding the cat was still an option. But what about that hand in her pants?
That night I poked around in the dirty clothes but could not find her pale blue underwear. Maybe she washed it already, who knows. I did want to make love that night and she had no problem with me eating her out. I could not taste anything funny down there and it did not seem any more stretched than normal, if you know what I mean.
A week drug by. I had not heard a word from the PI’s and I was wondering what was going on. Linda was always telling me how much she loved me and that we would be starting a family real soon. Her boss was talking about selling the company and giving her a big bonus. Then we could start our family. Those plans all went to shit that Tuesday.
Bobby O’Shea called Tuesday morning and asked when I could stop by his office. How about in 30 minutes? I was there in 20. Amy greeted me at the door and ushered me into the conference room. In the room was Tommy, the black agent Brian, an older gentleman who introduced himself as Robert O’Shea, Tommy’s father, another man who introduced himself as Tony Green, an attorney, Amy and myself.
Robert immediately took charge of the meeting.
“Joe, I was out of the office last week but my son and his wife, Amy, along with Brian did a wonderful job on this case. I am going to let you hear directly from them about what they found.”
AMY—The same day you came into the office I wired your house. Funny thing about that house. There is not a stick of furniture in the whole house except for the master bedroom. It appears that only that room and its attached bathroom are the only rooms ever used. There are no clothes in the closet or dishes in the kitchen. The windows are all draped. I installed cameras in the garage, on the back deck and patio along with cameras in the kitchen, the master bedroom and master bath. I am sorry to report to you that we did catch and record your wife and a man, later identified as her boss, a Mr. Dennis Horn engaging in anal sex. There was some foreplay, kissing and your wife sucking his cock until it was hard but never to completion. We recorded three sessions. Last Wednesday, Friday and again Monday. It seems to be a Monday, Wednesday, Friday thing with them. After they finish, she gives herself an enema, then they shower. Not together but separately. They dry off on towels that he brings with him and then takes home with him. We have the videos along with some audio that I think you should listen to at your convenience. It will help you with your decision.
Brian—I did some checking at the distribution company, Horn’s Distributing. They mainly have contracts with local companies and grocery stores delivering dry products, meaning no cold or frozen products. I followed a couple of their drivers to a bar after work and got friendly with them. On the pretense of needing a job I asked about who they worked for and how they liked the company. They like the owner. They say he is a good boss but that he is fucking one of the girls in the office and they think she is going to take over when he retires in a year or so. They hate her. She is a real bitch who thinks her shit don’t stink. She gets her way with anything she wants as she has the boss wrapped around her little finger. They both said that if she takes over they will be looking for new jobs.
Bobby—I looked into his past. I went as far back as high school. I dug thru some old yearbooks and found out his nick-name was ‘Wiener’. I managed to find an old classmate of his, a woman who is now 64 years old and is an alcoholic. I tracked her to her favorite bar and after a few drinks she told me all about Dennis Horn. He dated very little in high school mainly because he was teased so much about his dick. It is about 5 inches long and very skinny, resembling a hot dog, and not a jumbo. That’s where he got the nickname wiener. She says after high school he went away to college and when he returned, he had a wife. She cheated on him all the time and was killed along with her lover in a terrible car wreck. He never dated after that wreck, just concentrated on growing his company. He hired a high school girl to work part-time for him. He falls in love with her and helps her get a car, then pays her college tuition, even an apartment. She gets married but she is still fucking him on the side. That’s the rumor anyway.
Tony Green—I guess this is where I come in. You have enough evidence to file and get a divorce. This is a no-fault state, so the adultery is not a factor. Even though adultery will not be considered, anal sex is still against the law in this state. It is never enforced but it is still on the books. Also, there is the public stigma of him seducing a minor. Your wife and he started this affair when she was 16, barely the age of consent. I imagine his company would suffer an economic hit if that got out. He is a local company, and I doubt anyone would want to see his name on a truck parked in front of their business. Besides an easy divorce you would have a very good chance of a big monetary settlement. It is up to you. I want you to know that I would be happy to handle your case but you are under no obligation to use me.
I asked if I could see the videos and listen to the audio before I made any decisions. They said yes and that they had about 3 hours of videos. If I wanted, I could use their conference room as it had a big screen television. I thanked them and Amy began sitting it up. She handed me the remote and said to push play when I was ready. She also asked if I wanted a sub sandwich for lunch and I thanked her and said no. I did not think I would have much of an appetite after watching Linda get butt-fucked by a 64-year-old man.
Boy was I right. Nothing kills your appetite and love for a woman like watching another man come in her ass. It did not matter to me that his dick was the size of a hot dog or a beer can. She was a lying, cheating slut and she had been lying to me since our first date. At the end of the tape I called Tony Green and told him to start divorce proceedings and any other law suit he could think of. He said he would call when the papers were ready for me to sign. I went back to my office, told the secretary I did not want to be disturbed and closed my door. I started going over all I had heard on the tape.
The first thing that I remembered was that he told her how much he missed fucking her in her pussy. That I had stretched it all out after we had started dating in college. She had said that was not the reason. She had promised me that no one else would ever have her pussy and she was keeping her promise. When she promised me that I guess I should have included her mouth and her ass! She did not want him touching her pussy any more like in the car last Monday. She said she had a funny feeling that someone was watching and if I, Joe, ever caught her with him I would probably beat him to death. He told her, “Don’t be so dramatic. After all Joe would understand. The house they were in is in both your names. I gave that to you as a wedding present. The remodel was done to your specifications and I paid for it. A lot of the work Joe got afterwards was friends of mine that I referred to him. You never let me fuck your pussy and he never fucks your ass, so I am not interfering in your marriage. In another year I will sell you the company and move to Florida. We will probably only see each other a couple of times a year. You will start having kids and I can be their godfather. Joe will never know and even if he does find out I think we can be friends.”
That idiot is about to find out that we will never be friends. I went home Tuesday night with a bad attitude. Linda met me at the door with a big kiss as usual. I was not into it and I think she could tell. After supper we sat in the living room of the condo and watched some television. I kept seeing her and Dennis ass-fucking on the screen. At 10 pm I had enough and told her I had a bad headache. I took a couple of aspirins, showered and went to bed. She followed in about 30 minutes. I faked sleep and she left me alone.
The next morning I was up before her and out of the house early. I ate breakfast at Waffle House and went to the office. At about 9am she called and asked why I had not woken her up or kissed her goodbye. I told her I left early and did not want to wake her. I faked being busy and got off the phone. My day was going terrible. I kept thinking, “This is Wednesday. Linda is fucking her boss right about now.”
At 3pm Amy from O’Shea’s called me. She said that if I had time she thought I should see the tape from today. I had time.
Amy led me to the conference room and handed me the remote. “No sex today, but I thought you should hear the conversation.” She shut the door and I pushed play. The screen showed Linda and Dennis sitting on the bed fully clothed.
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