I simply couldn’t believe what I was seeing – Joni, my wife of seven years, was on a table in the dining car with Jim, her friend, fucking her brains out. I looked around, thinking there had to be an attendant or a waiter somewhere, but oddly enough, there wasn’t.

At that moment, whatever love I had for my wife died. This was supposed to be a fun excursion for the two of us to reconnect. I was surprised when she told me that Jim, a friend of hers from work, would be there. She insisted he was a friend to both of us, but in truth, I didn’t care for the guy and I couldn’t think of any reason why he wanted to tag along at the time, but now I knew.

I also knew I would need evidence for my divorce – oh, yeah, we were finished. Sure, the sight of them screwing on the table got me a bit excited, but there was no way I was going to stand for this total disrespect. I pulled out my cell phone and began recording their tryst on video. I had no desire to watch or hear what they had to say.

It seemed like they fucked forever on that table, and I couldn’t believe how rough Jim was with her. She seemed to even enjoy it. Maybe I should have been rough with her, but that just wasn’t my style. Finally, they stopped and Joni straightened out her dress, giving Jim her panties – the sexy new panties I thought she bought for me. He smiled and brought them up to his face, taking in her aroma.

“We have to be careful,” she said as they took their seats. “If George finds out about us, he won’t be happy at all.”

“Ah, fuck that wimpy cuck,” Jim said with a sneer. “We’ve been fucking for the last year and he’s never found out.” What, I thought to myself. This shit’s been going on for a year? I knew things had been a bit strained between Joni and I, with my work schedule being so harried, but dammit, that’s what kept a roof over our heads. Sure, Joni worked too, but her salary, such as it was, went to pay for things she wanted – her clothes, accessories, trips to the salon and so forth. That was the whole idea of taking a few days off to travel a bit by rail and see the sights and spend time in each other’s arms.

“So,” Jim said, “are you gonna make him clean my cum out of your pussy when you get back to him?”

“That would be so wicked, wouldn’t it?” she asked.

“Did you do like I said about the birth control?” he asked. Joni nodded her head.

“Yeah,” she said. “I quit taking it so you could knock me up. I told George I was on my period this week, so he won’t be expecting any sex.” They both had a good laugh at that.

“So why do you stay with him?” Jim asked. “You obviously don’t love him or you wouldn’t be doing this to him.”

“Well, it’s not that I don’t love him,” she said. “I like him enough but I just don’t have that burning love for him anymore. Besides, he brings in a good paycheck and you know I couldn’t live off what I make.”

“So, you’re staying with him for the money,” he said. She nodded her head.

“Pretty much,” she said. “Hell, I could never afford the accommodations he got on this trip, and neither could you.

“So, when do you want to get together again?” he asked.

“I don’t know, maybe later this evening after he goes to sleep,” she said.

I saw and heard enough, and ended the video. I made my way back to the sleeper car where Joni and I stayed and considered my options. Divorce was a given, but there had to be something more. Both her and her fuck-face boy friend needed to pay.

I called Fred, my lawyer.

“Fred Jergins,” the man said as he answered the call.

“Fred, this is George, I need you to start preparing divorce papers for me, and I want the prenuptial enforced,” I said.

“Divorce?” Fred asked, surprised. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I said.

“On what grounds?” Fred asked.

“Adultery,” I said. “I have video I can send you if you need proof.”

“Yeah, do that,” Fred said. “I’ve got the prenup here so it shouldn’t take too long to get it set up. When do you want her served?”

“The sooner the better,” I said. “We’ll be back in Springfield in a couple days, so maybe you can have her served at the train station. I also need to find out what I can about her boyfriend, Jim Simpson. He works with her.”

“I’ll get our investigator on it,” Fred said. “Send me the video and I’ll take a look. Don’t do anything stupid, got it?”

“Yeah, right,” I said. “You know me.”

“Yeah, I do,” Fred said. “That’s why I said not to do anything stupid.” Fred always made me laugh. We ended the call, and I sent Fred the video. Then I sat back and thought for a minute about what else to do.

I pulled out my tablet and connected my phone to it. After transferring the video to the tablet, I turned on the phone’s hot spot and used that to connect my tablet to our home network through a VPN, or virtual private network. I had that set up some time back so I could safely access my files from anywhere in the world.

The first thing I did was log into our banking and do the typical dance – closing joint cards, moving funds around, etc. I didn’t want to take any chances, even with the prenuptial agreement.

I had another evil thought. Joni liked to use the home computer for her personal emails. Fortunately, she wasn’t too bright about things like security, so I was able to log into her webmail account with a couple clicks.

I copied the video first to the tablet, then to the home computer. With her webmail client open, I wrote an email, trying to sound like her.

I used a cheesy subject line that sounded like her: “Check out my fun train trip!” In the body, I wrote: “Check out what I do while my clueless hubby sleeps.”

I then attached the video to the email and sent it to everyone on her contact list. That’s right – friends, family, her co-workers, you name it. I looked it over for a minute, then hit send. Fuck it, I thought to myself.

I opened the door to our compartment just in time to see one of the attendants. I motioned for him to come over when he looked up at me.

“Is everything alright, sir?” he asked.

“Well, my wife says she wants to move to another cabin,” I said. “Can you tell me what cabin a Jim Simpson is located in?” The attendant consulted his tablet for a moment before answering.

“You want your wife’s stuff moved into that cabin?” he asked. “Are you sure? That’s in the economy class and isn’t anywhere near as nice as this.”

“That’s life,” I said. He nodded his head in understanding.

“I see,” he said. “Sure, I’ll help you get her stuff packed up.” We worked fast, not really caring how nice her clothes were packed. Once we finished, I helped the attendant take her stuff to his cabin, which was less than half the size ours is. I laughed as I tossed her things on his little bunk bed. Let her deal with that, I thought to myself.

“I’ll need to make her a new key card,” he said. He grabbed a white card out of his pocket and slid it through a magnetic writer connected to his tablet. He looked at me when he finished. “Do you know where she is?” he asked. I nodded my head.

“I know where she was the last time I saw her,” I said.

“Lead on,” he said. We made our way through the train and entered the dining car. Joni and Jim were still making goo-goo eyes at each other when we came up to them. I sat down in one of the chairs at the table and the attendant got Joni’s attention.

“Yes?” she asked, looking perturbed.

“I need to give you your new key card,” he said. “And collect the old one.” She looked surprised.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Apparently there was a mix-up in cabin assignments, so I need to give you your new key,” he said. This guy was as cool as a cucumber, I thought. Aggravated, Joni pulled out her key card and handed it to the attendant. He smiled and gave her the new card. “Thank you,” he said. “Have a nice trip.” He turned and walked away. Joni looked at me, angry.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m just making it easier for you and Jim to play around,” I said. Her eyes grew wide.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You think I don’t know about the two of you?” I asked. Joni started to look nervous. She glanced at Jim and he looked perturbed. He looked at her keycard and noticed the cabin number.

“Wait,” he said. “That’s a key for my cabin.” I nodded my head.

“I figured that way you two wouldn’t have to fuck on the dining room table,” I said. “I realize it may be a bit cramped, but that’s the way it goes. By the way, did Joni ever tell you about the prenup she signed when we got married?”

“What are you talking about?” Jim asked.

“Well, if you’re going to fuck someone’s wife, you should find out a little bit about her first, don’t you agree?” I asked.

“Look, it was just all in fun,” he said. “We didn’t mean anything.” Joni spoke up.

“That’s right, George,” she said. “It was all just in fun. It doesn’t affect our marriage in the slightest.”

“Really?” I asked, pulling out my tablet. I advanced the video to the part where they were talking and pressed the play icon. “Listen to this,” I said.

“I like him enough but I just don’t have that burning love for him anymore. Besides, he brings in a good paycheck and you know I couldn’t live off what I make,” Joni’s voice said in the video.

“So, you’re staying with him for the money,” Jim said in the video. She nodded her head. I stopped the video and looked at her.

“So, bitch,” I said. “I’m nothing but a walking paycheck to you.”

“Sweetheart,” she began. I stopped her.

“You don’t ever get to call me sweetheart, dear, honey or anything else, bitch,” I said. “I don’t think you should even call me by my first name. I think you should call me Mr. Duvalier. And since you don’t consider yourself married to me, I’ll be taking these,” I added, pulling her wedding and engagement rings off. “And I’ll be taking this,” I added, grabbing her purse and removing her house key from the large key ring she kept there.

I took my wedding ring off and placed it in front of Jim. “You can have this. I have no further need of it.” I turned to Jim. “The prenup that she signed, Jim, says that in the event of infidelity, the guilty party – in this case, Joni, receives absolutely nothing. I’ll let her have her clothes and her jewelry. But that’s it. I don’t think she’ll be able to keep up the payments on her car. Fortunately, I had the paperwork done in her name, so it’ll be her credit rating that takes a hit.”

“You fucking bastard,” he said, starting to stand up. I grabbed a fork and moved to stab his hand. He sat back down.

“Don’t fuck with me, dickwad,” I said.

“Please,” Joni said, tears welling up in her eyes. “Geo ... I mean, Mr. Duvalier, please don’t do this. I’ve learned my lesson. Can’t you forgive me and we can put this behind us?”

“No, bitch,” I said, rewinding the video to a point where they began talking about knocking Joni up. I played the video so they both could hear clearly. “The two of you have been doing this shit to me for a year. And you plotted to get knocked up by Jim and pass the kid off as mine,” I hissed, looking at Joni. “Right now, I hate your fucking guts and I wish to God I’d never laid eyes on you.” I looked at Jim before speaking again.

“You wanted the lying, cheating bitch, asshole, you got her,” I said. “Good luck. I imagine she won’t be getting much support from her family and friends.”

“What do you mean?” Joni asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Check your email,” I said. She pulled out her phone and opened her mobile email app. Her eyes grew wide.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“I just shared your memories with your family and friends,” I said. “You looked like you were having such a great time, I just knew you’d love to share it with others.”

“You bastard,” she hissed. “My parents just disowned me and my sister says she never wants to see me again. My friends think I’m a two-bit slut and they all hate me now.”

“Can you blame them?” I asked calmly. “I gave you seven of the best years of my life. I loved you exclusively all that time and never even thought of another woman. Worked my ass off for you, bought that big house you just had to have, bought you that new BMW. I never once complained when you spent all of your money on yourself and I never complained when you went out supposedly to be ‘with the girls.’ And what did I get in return? You rip my heart out, you cheat on me and you kill our marriage. So I don’t blame them one bit.”

“Please, just give me another chance,” she begged. I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “You could’ve ended this at any time, but you chose not to. So this is the end of the line. You chose your bed, now you get to sleep in it. I hope it was all worth it to you. I expect you’ll be served when we hit Springfield. Just sign the papers and be done with it. Then you and Jim can fuck each other to death for all I care.”

“Geo ... er, Mr. Duvalier,” she said, “Is there anything I can do to make this up to you? I’ll do anything.” I stood up and thought for a moment before answering.

“Yeah,” I said. “There is one thing. Actually, two things.” Her eyes lit up in anticipation. “Eat shit and die.” She collapsed in tears as I turned and walked away. I fought back tears as I made my way back to my cabin. After I closed and locked the door, my phone rang. It was her parents. Apparently, they saw the video I sent them.

“George, what the hell is going on?” Joni’s father, Cliff, asked.

“Hi, Cliff,” I said. “I caught your daughter having sex with another man. I took video and I sent it to you. I’m having divorce papers drawn up based on the prenuptial. I expect she’ll be served when the train hits Springfield. I wanted you to know why I’m divorcing her.”

“Isn’t there any way you can overlook this?” he asked. “I mean, divorce is so drastic.”

“No, Cliff,” I said. “If you listen to what your daughter and her lover said, you’ll know there’s no way I can get past her cheating. I’m nothing but a paycheck to her, that’s it. She even wanted to have me raise some other man’s child.”

“That stupid girl,” he said.

“So, I hear you disowned her,” I said.

“No,” he said. “I asked her to give me one good reason NOT to disown her. I’m still waiting.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad that you had us sign that prenup,” I said. “This probably wasn’t the way you envisioned things happening, but you did me a big favor.”

“I’m sorry, George,” he said. “You’re right, and I’ve since grown to love you like the son I never had.”

“I think the world of you as well,” I said.

“Is there anything we can do?” he asked.

“Actually, there is,” I said. “Do you guys still have that extra key to the house I gave you?”

“Yes, we do,” he said.

“Would you mind getting a truck and picking up her stuff out of the house?” I asked. “I won’t be in town for another couple days and I don’t want her in the house. I’ll reimburse you for the truck.”

“Sure, we can do that,” he said. “What about her car?”

“You can take that as well, but I’m not sure how long she’ll be able to keep it,” I said. “Maybe you can teach her how to do a budget, or maybe she can trade it in for something she’ll be able to afford.”

“Okay,” he said. “Look, George, I’m really sorry about all this.”

“Not your fault,” I said. We said our goodbye and ended the call. The phone rang the second I put it in my pocket. It was Joni’s cousin, Lisa. I answered the call.

“What do you want, Lisa?” I asked.

“So, you finally know about Joni?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I take it you’re going to divorce the no-good bitch?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. “Already have things in the works.”

“Good,” she said. “You know I’ve always had the hots for you.” Truth was, I found Lisa to be smoking hot as well. But I was married to her cousin, so that made her off limits.

“Well, you’re pretty hot yourself,” I said. Lisa had this thing about wearing short skirts and tiny, ripped short shorts around me and it always got me excited.

“So you have noticed,” she said.

“Of course,” I told her.

“So, now that you’ve kicked the bitch out, do you think we can hook up?” she asked.

“Maybe once the divorce is final,” I said.