Chapter 2: The Trap

This went on for about 6 months. Then one night she wanted to stay in. Over a cold turkey sandwich she told me I was going to be a father!

Now I was surprised. I’ll tell you why later. But I asked what she wanted to do. She said her religion would not let her get an abortion so she was going to have the baby. I told her I would do the right thing and marry her if she wanted. She did and two days later we were on the way to Las Vegas and the Wee Chapel of Love. We celebrated at the MGM then came home. I moved her out of her apartment and into my house. Ok it’s more of a mansion than a house. 5 bedrooms, 6 baths, 4 car garage, swimming pool, tennis courts, hot tub. Complete gym in the basement that I had never used and a theater room with stadium seating for 30 people. Also never used.

She was happy. She quit her job to get ready for the baby. I thought every day that I would come home and find her crying about having a mis-carriage. You see we were supposedly exclusive when we were dating. So when she told me WE were pregnant she did not know I am sterile. Have been for a long time. My mother was one of those people who did not believe in childhood vaccinations. I got the mumps and after it was over I was sterile. I never told her and never would. Having kids was a dream of mine. I am an only child. Both my parents were only children and now they are both dead. I literally have no family. The day we found out that she was having twins I was the happiest man in the world. I never let her suspect that I knew the kids were not mine.

The babies were born. Twin boys! They looked just like me. Black hair and blue eyes! Ok they had their mother’s nose. But anyway I was happier than I had never been. I knew the truth but I accepted the boys as my sons.

It was maybe two months after they were born that Sue changed. Some type of post-partum depression. We went through 3 nannies. She was impossible to be around. Then one day it changed. She was happy laughing and even playing with the kids. She went out once or twice a week with some of her old girl friends. I accepted it and really did not mind. we were fucking again maybe three or four times a week and I was taking care of my sons a couple of nights a week and I enjoyed that.

It was one day at lunch that an old girlfriend of Sue’s walked up to my table and asked about the twins and Sue. After a little light conversation as she was leaving she said, “Tell Sue to call me sometime I haven’t seen that girl in ages.”

Now that was a strange remark. Sue and she had went out for drinks just last night! That started the surveillance.

I put a GPS tracking device on her car. A GPS device on her phone and cameras all over our house. The cameras were in case she decided to bring her lover home. That never happened.

But the devices on her car and phone did show me where she went and who she met.

The next time she went out for drinks with the girls I tracked her to a motel on the edge of town. With my sons in their baby seats I waited outside room 104. I saw her car parked next to another car in front of the room. It was the only other car in the lot with our state’s license plates. I took pictures of the car and the plates then went home. The boys were bathed and asleep when she came in.

She went directly into the shower then came to bed kissing me on the cheek and telling me she was tired. Yeah, I bet.

The next day Mr. Paul Stewart’s wife got the pictures of his car parked at the Super 9 motel. The note said the car next to him belonged to Sue Shaw. To say the shit hit the fan is an understatement. Mrs. Stewart showed up at our house and slapped the shit out of Sue. I had rushed home when I supposedly got the same photos on my e-mail. I saw the slap.

I confronted Sue and she did not lie. She said she was sorry and that it would not happen again. It was just a fling that had been cause by her depression. She cried. I cried and forgave her. I tried to understand. But I told her this was the only time. Next time I would divorce her and take the kids. She said she understood and promised never again. Things went back to normal for almost a year. But I never removed the GPS devises or the cameras.

Sue Shaw---How did both my husband and Paul’s wife find out about us? Robert was home with my kids, not his. I tried for months to get pregnant by him but it never took so I took matters into my own hands. I found a black haired blue eyed guy at a bar one night and fucked him until he was shooting dust. I don’t even remember his name but it worked. Now Robert is so attached to those kids he is threating to kick me to the curb and take the kids. Sometimes he is so naïve. This is a no fault state. I could fuck the entire local high school football team and I would still get the kids, the house, child support and a healthy alimony check since I do not work and he makes great money repairing computers or whatever he does. I never could get a straight answer out of him about his job.

About six months after that bitch slapped me and filed for divorce from her big dicked husband, yeah, that’s right I like a big cock, I saw an old friend. Jamal Atkins, he was my first. Know what I mean? I was a junior. He was a senior and on the basketball team. Also he is black! His cock was 10” long and I loved it.

It ended when my dad was transferred out of state. I moved on and so did Jamal I guess. I never heard from him again. But a couple of friends of mine from back home said he had gotten into trouble with the law but then left town. Now here he was big as life in front of me. He looked at me and I knew he remembered.

“Jamal?”

“Sue?”

He offered his hand but I stepped forward and kissed his lips. Right there in Winn-Dixie on the bread isle. We talked for a minute and exchanged phone numbers. I told him I was married but I wanted us to get back together. He understood. I told him I would call him when I could arrange a time. He said he was not married or seeing anybody. He was living in a rented house in a nice neighborhood. I knew the subdivision. This is better than a hotel. He also told me he was a warehouse manager but worked on Saturdays and Sunday so he was off Wednesday and Thursdays. I thought that strange but did not question him. Also he had on a work shirt that said “James” where his name should be. I thought I would ask about that later. Now I had to go. The nanny got off a 3pm and I had to start supper for Robert.