Chapter 1

This is a story about two people who love each other but neither is very smart. But do you have to be smart to be unfaithful? What if it just a plan?

This story was edited by Angel Love but I messed with it afterwards so don't blame her for any mistakes.

How About Another Drink.

I played the tape one more time, just to be sure I hadn't made a mistake. To be sure it was really Sally on the tape. To be sure she was doing what I knew she was doing. In a way, I was just punishing myself but there was a tiny part of me that insisted that I had made a mistake. So, I listened again.

I heard the sounds of them coming upstairs and into our bedroom. Sally cautioned him to be quiet since her mother was asleep down the hall. They had been in the living room for the first ten minutes or so but now they had come upstairs to our bedroom. She actually let him fuck her in our bed. I listened as they talked to each other.

"You're so beautiful Sally. I can't wait to have you and to make love to you again. It's been too long since I felt your legs around me and I want your beautiful tits pressed into my chest. I want to put my dick into you so deep that you feel it in your gut."

"Come on big man. Just get your clothes off and take me to bed. Push that beautiful cock into me and make me scream. Cum inside me. I need it so bad."

This was one of the things about the tape that I just couldn't figure out. Sally's voice was the voice she used when she was concentrating on something very complex. And the words were not those she ever used with me. I guess maybe it had something to do with the guy she was with. It sure as hell wasn't me.

There was the sound of clothes being unzipped and belts unbuckled and shoes hitting the floor and then the sound of the bed springs as they fell on the bed together.

"God, your cock feels so good and so hot. I want to put my mouth around it and suck you and make you hard. I want to taste you and feel you in my mouth. I need it now. So bad! Yes! Yes! Ummmmm."

Nothing more for a few minutes except for the slurping sounds and him panting. Then the part I remembered.

"Get your ass up here and fuck my cock. Put your hot cunt over my cock and ride me baby. Ride me Sally, ride me. Give it to me. That's the way. Oh, God!"

Then the sounds of the bed squeaking as she bounced up and down on his cock. She always loved to ride me and now she was riding some other guy's cock. This kept up for a few more minutes before he began to grunt again. When Sally heard him she yelled at him to move.

"I want you on top of me before you cum. Move, now! Get on top!"

"That's it baby, squeeze those legs around me! I'm ready to cum. I'm gonna cum. Here it cums. Oh God, that feels great. Ahhhhhhhhh!" Sally wasn't done yet apparently because she was still humping him and she was grunting as well. She was moaning and moaning and she was probably fingering her clit like she did sometimes with me. I knew that she was having trouble getting off from this guy and that was too fucking bad. She never had a problem with me.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Play with my tits! Twist the nipples. That's it, that's it. Oh, oooooooooo!"

Same thing with the words. Sally never called them her tits. They were her boobs. Strange. Then the tape was silent for a few more minutes while they caught their breath. Then the part that tore my heart out.

"God, that was great. You are a great piece of ass Sally. I'm glad you let me come back here with you."

"Well, this is your reward for taking me to the theater tonight. I wanted to go for so long and that clod of a husband of mine wouldn't take me and even if he did you know he's too stupid to understand it. I don't even know why I married him."

"Well, anytime you want to go to the theater or to a museum or anything else like that, just give me a call. Even if you just want to fuck, call me. Just don't make it so long in between."

"I'll let you know when the next time will be. You'll have to wait till I can be sure it's safe. OK?"

Then there was the sound of laughter and then I heard the shower running. They both went in the bathroom and they were gone so long, I assumed he was going to fuck her again in there, but I heard Sally come back into the room alone. After that, the tape was just sounds of them getting dressed and him getting ready to leave. It was just about two hours before I was due home from my shift.

There was more but I didn't bother to listen to it. I had all I needed now. I pushed the rewind and ejected the tape from the little recorder that I had set up. I had microphones in all of the rooms in the house, courtesy of Radio Shack. 'Simple to use and easy to install. Guaranteed to work or your money back!'

I had set them up over a month ago but this was the first time they had picked up anything. I was sorry that they did this time. But, better the devil you know than the one you don't. I knew the guy. His name was Phil Sutton. He was Sally's boss and a big wheel in the company.

This tape was made last night. I was working and I got home on time. As usual, Sally was already in bed and pretended to be sound asleep. Since I hadn't heard the tape yet, and since nothing had happened before this, I didn't think much about it. But I was off this morning and had the time to play the tape, as I did every morning after Sally went off to work. My shift work was rotating so this week I was working 4-12 in the evening so I was here all morning and into the afternoon. I usually slept when I came home so I was up by 9:00 the next morning.

I sat there thinking about what I heard. I wasn't as disturbed about the sex as I was what she had said about me. What she said hurt, very badly. I knew myself and I had no pretensions about my smarts, but Sally knew that when she married me. We had talked about it and she said that was one of the reasons she loved me. That I accepted her even though she was not as smart as me. She loved me and that was that. I believed her. Now, it appeared that she had lied to me then and was continuing to lie to me now. That was the part that I didn't understand. She had never asked me to take her to any theater even though I had volunteered many times. She never expressed any interest in them and never wanted to go to a museum or to a play or the like. And she had never commented about my supposed lack of smarts. She often said that she thought I was smarter than I let on. Not true but nice to hear.

I made a decision right then and there. I picked up the phone and called Personnel. I talked to Terry there and told her that I quit, effective now. I had five weeks of vacation coming and 15 days sick leave accumulated and I asked her to have the check sent to a PO box that I had taken out three weeks ago. Terry wanted to know a lot of stuff but I told her that I couldn't give her the reasons. Just to put down personal and leave it at that. One last thing. I told her to keep this confidential until tomorrow. Not to tell anyone, including my wife. I told her that it was a matter of life and death and she finally agreed. One more day. She tried to make an appointment for me to come in for a termination interview but I refused. She finally gave up after I agreed to call in one day next week.

I decided to make my move now and not tell Meg anything. She would try to talk me out of it and she would have to know why and I didn't want to tell her just then. I packed all of my clothes, using a whole box of plastic garbage bags. They worked and they were cheaper than luggage and a lot easier to carry. It only took me about an hour and a half since I wasn't being too careful. I cleaned out my bath stuff and carried the whole lot down to my Ford F-250. I loaded it up and went back in to collect some of my electronic crap. While I was at it, I collected all of the microphones I had installed. I used to be in Intelligence for the Army so I had kept my hand in. Good thing too. Once that was loaded, I looked around and saw nothing that I wanted anymore. I was done here.

I walked into the kitchen and got a notebook from the pantry shelf. I took off my wedding ring and set it on the kitchen table. I sat down and wrote a quick note to Sally. In effect it said,

Sally,

I know about you and that bastard Phil Sutton. I also know you think I'm too stupid to take you to the theater and to places like that. I also know you're sorry you married me. I will not cause you any grief. As soon as I can, I'll call you and let you know where to send the divorce papers. I'll try really hard to understand them.

You and your mom can stay in the house for now until we are divorced, cause I'll never live in it again as long as you are still there. You made it dirty.

I have all of my crap with me so everything else is yours.

Your clod husband,

Jimmy

I put the note on the table with the ring on top. I stood up for the last time in this kitchen and looked at the letter and my ring on the table. It seemed so little to cause such a huge pain in my heart. The image blurred a little as I felt the tears begin to flow. I may be stupid but I know the end of my life when I see it.

"How about another round?" Hank the bartender asked.

"Another's fine. Make it a double," I answered.

What the hell. I was going to be here for awhile. It beat sleeping in my truck but then again, almost anything would. I took the drink that the barkeep sat in front of me and tried to nurse it slowly instead of downing it as I wanted to. If nothing else, my late daddy had taught me that a double shot of good booze would make the pain more bearable, even though it wouldn't take it away. As a matter of fact, two or three shots would be even better. I was well on my way to feeling great.

As I sat there thinking of what my life had become, I noticed a cute redhead sitting next to me and watching me out of her heavy lidded eyes. I think they were green, or maybe blue or even gray. How the hell would I know, since I was already working toward drunk. She smiled at me and sort of leaned over toward me even though she was sitting on a barstool. Well, either that or she got somehow bigger. Since it was too much to worry about, I just smiled back and turned back to my drink.

Well, that wasn't going to suit her so she laid a hand on my shoulder and asked me if I wouldn't like to move to a booth where we could be more comfortable. I finally stirred myself enough to suggest to her that I was close to broke and couldn't afford her or anyone else. She simply laughed, told me she wasn't a pro and said that she would buy if I would just keep her company. That was a bargain I couldn't pass up so I just told the barkeep to keep them coming and stop when I was unable to say otherwise.

We moved to a nice booth sort of off to the side and it was certainly much quieter there. I slumped into one side while she moved across from me. I tried to concentrate on her but just got the impression of a nice looking redhead, a good deal younger than me and very nicely dressed. Even through my booze soaked consciousness I wondered why she was with someone like me. I finally got up the energy to ask her.

"Can I ask what the hell someone like you wants with someone like me?"

She just smiled at me and reached out a hand to lay over mine. Her touch was soft and warm and I had to admit, very nice. It was enough to make me remember what I was doing there. I pulled my had back quickly because that was the last thing I wanted. But she answered.

"I was sitting at the bar when you came in. I could tell you were hurting about something but I just watched for awhile. I saw you knocking back those doubles and you seemed to be a man on a mission. A mission to get drunk and forget. Am I right?"

"Well, when you're right, you're right!"

That's what I told her, but I didn't go into any detail. I just told her that I was trying to forget some bad things that happened to me and this seemed the easiest way to do it. She nodded like she actually knew what the hell I was talking about. Like someone that looked like her would have any idea. Hah!

"Would you like to tell me your story? I'm just in town for tonight and then tomorrow it's back to business and then home. I've nothing I need to be doing and nowhere to go tonight anyway. I'd love to hear about you and I think maybe it might help if you told someone what's going on with you. I'll just listen and not judge. And, I'll pay for the privilege."

"What do you mean, you'll pay? Pay for what? Are you trying to buy my services or something?"

"I meant that I'll buy the drinks if you tell the tale. And, no I don't want to buy your services, even though you look like you would be quite good in the sack. That would just confuse my already confused life."

Well that got me. Good in the sack? Well, that was a crock since that was one of the reasons I was sitting here trying to get drunk. At least, I thought it was since I apparently couldn't satisfy my wife. And anyway, I did want to talk about it and I didn't have a whole lot of money so if she was buying, I could talk. I finally agreed and told her to order me a double and to also have Hank, the barkeep, bring a pot of coffee. I was about to sober up, but not until I had one more for the tale.

I introduced myself to the nice lady and told her my name was Jimmy Overton. Not Jim or James, just Jimmy. That's what everyone called me. She told me her name was Tiffany Eeams. Not Miss or Mrs., just Tiffany. And yes, I tried to see if she had on a ring but I didn't see one. Good enough. I took the double and downed it in one shot. I grimaced, took the pot of coffee and poured a cup. A sip was enough to get the pucker out of my mouth and let me begin. This is the story I told her.

My Story

As I said, my name is Jimmy Overton. I was born and raised in the Ohio Valley around a small town called Richmond. My dad was a coal miner and worked in the strip mines around the area. That's what they had then, open strip mines. They weren't pretty, but they also didn't cave in and trap people. But that's another story.

When I was just about, twelve my mom got really sick and I stayed home from school and tried to help her when dad was working. In order to help with the medicines and the treatments she needed, dad was working fifty and sixty hours a week with overtime, as much to earn the extra money but more so to avoid having to watch mom sicken further. It brought in a lot of money but none of the medicines the docs prescribed seemed to help much. Mom stayed very sick for the next two years and she finally died when I was fourteen.

I was broken up about it but my dad was almost destroyed by it. He went back to work after the funeral but he didn't slow down much. He worked a lot of double and triple shifts and he was driving himself into an early grave. I tried to talk to him but he just told me to mind my own business. I did for a while but then it got to me. I had to get away from there and from him. When I turned sixteen, I left. I just left pop a note telling him I was leaving, packed a bag with whatever I had at the time and I put it in the pickup that dad kept around just for hauling stuff. I drove off and never looked back.

One thing I should say about that time. I dropped out of school when I left. I was only in the ninth grade then anyway. I was held back a couple of times but not because of any problems with mom's sickness or dad's working. I was just not very smart. As a matter of fact, my IQ was just barely hanging onto the bottom half of average. I wasn't stupid, but I was ignorant about a lot of things. English and math and chemistry and history were a few of them. School wasn't going to do it for me and if I stayed, I would just get further behind. I chucked it and never went back.