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Let’s begin our journey.
Dyan Michael finished his work one day early at Macrosoft’s Corporate Headquarters in Seattle. He was very happy that the work went well. So well he treated himself by buying a Seahawks cap, black T-shirt, and some real nice sunglasses. He went to the airport to board a flight to San Francisco. He wanted to surprise his wife at the airport. He believes he could change seats and will be able to sit by her on the flight.
While waiting at the airport, he sat discreetly in one of those uncomfortable chairs waiting to surprise her. She was not surprised. WTF, he was surprised. Abby had her arms around a guy’s waist while he played grab ass. Dylan slouched down and took pictures of them swapping spit. It took all his strength from going over there and kicking his ass and slapping some sense into that bitch. Boarding started. Luckily he got a seat behind them on the plane. After putting her carry-on away, she glanced at him for several seconds, then just sat down.
After the plane took off, he took out his cellphone and started to tape their conversation. “Baby, you drained me. I hope I have some leftovers for my frigid wife. Your ass was so tight I thought you would choke my cock to death.”
“You know that only you have my ass and although Dylan has asked for it, I flat out said NO to him.” With a smile, she said, “He doesn’t have a clue about us Marc.” Now he has a name. “He is so in love with me, he trusts me with his life. We have been seeing each other for three months and still he doesn’t know. I want to keep it that way.” Marc went to the restroom and Abby followed him shortly after.
Abby knocked twice, paused, and knocked three more times. Seeing the vacant sign pop up, she quickly stepped into the cramped bathroom. He embraced her and forcefully kissed Abby. Her hand slithered down his shirt and rested on his belt and started to unbutton his belt and pants like a well-seasoned whore. As the pants fell to his ankle, her buttons began to pop open, breaking a couple along the way. With the cool room and the thrill of doing something so decadent, her nipples became large rubies. She dropped her shorts, showing her bald silky pussy.
Marc sat on the cold toilet with his cock at half-mast. She quickly got on her knees and sucked his log, like there was no tomorrow. Trying to straddle him, she accidentally flushes the toilet with a big WHOOSH. He felt like he was going to be sucked in. As she was impaled on his cock and started the time-honor rhythm, they heard a knock on the door. A minute later, they heard a firmer knock and a woman’s voice saying there was a line forming. They did not answer. The next knock was from a stewardess. She asked if everything was okay. Abby replied that she felt sick and would be cumming out soon. Both stifled their voices as she felt her pussy being bathed by his cum.
They quickly got dressed and opened the door. They were greeted by a squirming woman who pushed them aside and slammed the door shut. The people in line were either furious or grinning, while a few high-fived Marc. She came back looking disheveled with a well-fucked look. Before sitting she took another look at the ‘stranger’, then sat down. Normally Dylan would sleep on the 5-hour flight but today he couldn’t sleep at all.
The plane landed and Dylan went directly to baggage claim. He surreptitiously stood within the crowd and took more pics of the bitch and her bastard. Dylan got his luggage, loaded everything into his Explorer, and drove off. He started hatching a plan to cause maximum pain for the pair.
He called his office and said he was taking a two-week vacation and can be reached by his cellphone. He called Abby and told her he had been sent to Los Angeles for about 2 weeks. Abby told him she was going to miss him. Yeah, right. She told him to be safe. With a sarcastic voice, he said, “Bye Abby, I loved you.”
“I love you too.” With a giggle, she said, “Oh, by the way, I bought a ‘new’ negligee in San Fran. I will model it for you when you come home.”
He arrived in NYC and checked into the Winchester hotel for two weeks. After settling down he called his brother Austin, and he asked him to have breakfast at the Boulevard tomorrow morning. He went downstairs to the hotel’s restaurant for dinner and ordered a medium-rare T-bone and a craft beer. Although he had two bottles, he barely touched his meal. He pondered what to do with her and felt lucky that they did not have kids. After dinner, he went up to his room and tried to sleep. Dreaming about asshole fucking Abby on his bed while she screamed harder, harder, this body belongs to you made him have a fitful night of sleep.
He woke up sweaty with a pounding headache. Getting out of bed and taking a hot steamy shower made him feel semi-human. After dressing he went to a pharmacy, purchased some Tylenol and walked over to the Boulevard. He sat at the table. He asks for two coffees. Austin arrived as the waiter brought a carafe of coffee with two cups. Dylan ordered toast and Austin ordered Ham and eggs. What is going on asked Austin? Before speaking, he pop a couple of tablets and washed them down with coffee. He pulled out his cell phone and started to play the recording. “Damn, I never would have thought Abby would cheat. Do you know who this dipshit Marc is?”
“Nope…” He was interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. The waiter asked if they needed anything else. Austin looked at his brother and waved the waiter off. With an irate voice, he said, “As I was about to say, they have joined the fucken mile-high club.” He went on and said he took two weeks of vacation and told Abby he would be away for two weeks in LA for work. “Listen, I need to switch cars with you. She hasn’t seen your new SUV yet so I go places unnoticed. I thnk she would have him over at the house and fuck him on MY fucken bed. I don’t have a concrete plan yet, but I will buy some stuff today and find the best divorce lawyer in the state. I need you to back up my story that I am in LA. You need to tell mom and dad that I am in LA working. I will call you if I need you. Okay?”
“Dylan, I will help you in any way I can. If you need me to help you beat the asshole up, I’m there for you” After they finished breakfast, they settled the bill, exchanged car keys, and left.
At the electronic store he bought some audio video cams, a voice-activated recorder, a memory stick and GPS. It cost him a small bundle. He thought it was worth it. He went to his office and told his PA if his wife calls to tell her he’s on a job in LA for 2 weeks. She asked why. He said it was personal. She gave him an inquisitive look and went back to work. He went to the corporate lawyer’s office. He spoke to his friend John, an attorney and asked for a recommendation for a good divorce lawyer.” Sorry to hear that. I have a good friend who’s the best divorce lawyer in the state. His name is Bill Maitland.
He looked at his Rolodex. He called the lawyer and placed it on speaker-phone, “Hey Bill, this is John with my friend Dylan Michael here on speakerphone and needs your assistance.” John got a notepad, and scribbled something down, and said, “Thanks Bill for fitting him into your busy schedule. Yes, I will see you on the greens this Sunday. Be ready to lose a wad of money. See you then. Bye.” After disconnecting the call, He said this process will be long and painful, but with time the pain will slowly go away. Ripping the sheet from the notepad, he handed it to him. “Here is his address and phone number. He was able to squeeze you in for an appointment at 4:30 this afternoon. “Call me anytime if you need anything.”
“Thanks. I will certainly do that. Bye.”
Dylan opened the door to Maitland’s office and found an opulent office. He talked to the receptionist and told her his name and he had a 4:30 appointment. “Ah yes, I see your name, please have a seat. Do you want some coffee or water?” “No thanks.” On the intercom, she said “MR. Maitland, your 4:30 is here.”
“Please show him in.” As he was ushered into the office, there sat a bald muscular man sitting on a black leather chair. “Hi my name is Bill Maitland and you must be Dylan Michael, John’s friend.”
“Yes and please call me Dylan.” He started his story and told him about the tape. Both listened to the recordings and watched the videos. Bill handed him some papers telling him what to do. He wrote him a check for $1000.00 for a retainer and both stood up and shook hands.
Before Dylan left, Bill said “You have just entered the tunnel, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. How long and bumpy the tunnel is depends on you. If you do something stupid or illegal, it will lengthen the tunnel.” “I understand.” They said their goodbyes and then he left.
The following day, he parked the truck near his house and watched as Abby left for work. He went into the house and set up the cameras.
As evening came, Abby drove into the carport with asshole parking right behind her. Before entering, they kissed and went into the house. So much for indiscretion. He wondered if he should confront them now. He concluded that he needed more info on the asshole so he could hurt him with maximum pain. He got out of the SUV, took a picture of the license plate, placed a GPS underneath her car and a recorder under the driver’s seat. He slammed her car door shut. He then let out the air from the asshole’s tires. Take that mother fucker! and left.
The two fucked like minks on the marital bed. You name it they did it. They sucked, fucked, doggie, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl until they spooned and fell into blissful sleep. She woke up after he left. The room smells like a brothel. Her pussy was tender and she felt sticky from the mixture of cum and sweat. She jumped into the shower, letting the water cascade over her body. As she stood in the shower, she thought of Dylan. Her conscience started to trouble her again. Why am I doing this? This will run its course and when it ends, I will never cheat again. I will be the best wife ever. When we have kids, I will become a housewife and take care of our kids. For now, what he doesn’t know will not hurt him.
Day 3
He went downtown to see his friend who is a police officer. He explained everything to him. He showed him the picture of the license plate and asked if he could get the name, address and if possible the phone number. He looked it up, wrote the info down. He only got a name and address.”Don’t do anything illegal and remember you didn’t get it from me.” They chatted a bit then they parted.
He went back to the hotel. After eating, he flopped onto the bed and called Abby. “Hi, how are you doing?”
Abby: “I am doing pretty good considering you are not here. I’m so lonely.”
Dylan: “Call your friends, you always have fun with them. Just don’t allow any men in the house.”
Abby: “Yes Dylan, I have a man stay with me almost every night.”
Dylan: “Abby, please don’t say that. It will kill me if you do. You know I can’t forgive you if you cheat.”
Abby: A shiver went down her back. “I was just kidding. I will never cheat on you.”
Dylan: “I have to go now, I will call you in a few days.” Before she could say I love you, he hung up on her. She looked at the phone and thought about his words.
Day 5
He went to the asshole’s house and parked across the street from it. While he was waiting, he was listening to his radio, and heard ‘Don’t want you back’ by the Back Street Boys. The garage door opened and a car came out and a beautiful lady carrying a baby with a toddler standing by her. She watched Marc leave then went to sit down on a bench holding her baby and watching her child play. As she settled down in their front yard, Dylan removed his sunglasses, got out of the car, and walked over. “Mrs. Harris? My name is Dylan Michael. I would like a few minutes of your time.”
Steph: “What is it about?”
Dylan: “I believe we will be talking a lot. It is about your husband, Marc.”
Steph: “My name is Stephanie, but everyone just call me Steph.” Dylan: “Steph I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Your husband is having an affair with my wife, Abby.”
Steph: She looked in disbelief “He won’t do that! Do you have any proof?” He pulled out his cell and played the recording and told her about San Francisco and the plane. She started swearing up a storm that would make any seaman proud. “He said he was attending an architecture conference. That damn mother fucker, I am going to castrate him, stuff his balls into his fucken mouth and kick him to the curb. What are you going to do about your slut?”
Dylan: “Divorce is the only way out of this. Unlike you, we don’t have any kids. I have a lawyer and he is a shark. His name is Bill Maitland.” He handed her a paper with Bill’s info. “Call him.” I am currently gathering information on the two that I will share with you. PLEASE don’t castrate your husband yet. Wait till we have dotted all the i and crossed the t.”
Steph: “Okay.” They exchanged phone numbers and emails.
Dylan drove off toward his house and waited for Abby to leave for work. He changed the memory cards. He went into the office and started reviewing the cards and copied the files to a memory stick. He got sick watching them fuck. When they were resting, they talked. Hey Marc, “We can’t do it on this bed any/more. We will use the guest room.”
Marc: “Why? I like this bed. I like doing it here because it is the cluck’s bed.”
Abby: “Don’t call him a cluck or it will be a long time before you see this pussy. Let’s fuck, I want to use your log now!” He closed the file. He emailed all the files to Steph. He placed the cards and stuck them in an envelope.
He called. “Hi Abby, I have good news, the work is finishing earlier than expected. We gathered all the evidence and worked on a solution and I got a promotion. I will be moving to the Seattle area.”
Abby: “Don’t you mean us?”
Dylan: “Of course I mean us “cough” we will be moving. Over my dead body.
Abby: “That is fantastic! I am so proud of you. That means I will see you very soon.”
Dylan: “I have to go now. You take care.” He hung up. Again she was unable to say love you. Her stomach started to bother her. He couldn’t know or could he?
He called Steph and they agreed to meet at Starbucks in an hour. Steph dropped off her kids at her parents’ house and left for Starbucks. Dylan ordered an Americano and Steph ordered a Grande 200 degree hot nonfat gingerbread latte, no foam with a lot of whip cream. (Try to say that 5 times, lol) They talked to each other and commiserated with one another. They agreed that they would wait for the divorce papers to be ready before lowering the boom.
She mentioned that she had a prenup which had a clause. If the spouse cheats, the cheater gets kicked out with his shit and 10K. And the offended party stays in the house with custody of the kids while the cheater has limited visitation rights. Dylan laughed so loud that one of the baristas came over and asked him to lower his voice. After they settled down. Both laughed. They started to talk about their lives, they grew up, college, jobs, etc. They finished their drinks and agreed they would meet tomorrow and for her to arrive at 9:00, and for him to arrive for her and 9:10 minutes for him to arrive at Starbucks.
Day 13
Dylan called Abby and said he was coming home early tonight and added that the job went well and wanted to celebrate. He asked her to take a vacation day tomorrow so they could talk about his promotion and plans for their future family. Abby sounded enthusiastic about everything. She said, “I love you.”
“He interrupted her and said, “I have to board now, see you in a few hours.” Click.
Steph called Marc. She asked him to take the day off so they could have fun. She said her parents would watch the kids. He readily agreed and made the necessary arrangements at work. Dylan contacted Maitland and told him about the plan. He said “marvelous, simply marvelous.” Both chuckled. “Dylan, I went through the same thing. If you want to talk, I am here for you as a friend. I am good at listener.”
Dylan: “Thanks, I will keep it in mind.” With a smile, he said, “Goodbye.”
Abby wanted to make love. He begged off because he was dead tired. “We can make love tomorrow. She was disappointed but she understands. Marc asked Steph the same thing. She said her menses would end soon. She added, “You can ravage me then.” He was disappointed but he agreed.
D-Day
Dylan woke up to moist lips around his cock. He was about to say something but she shushed him. Might as well enjoy my last head from her. They both got up and washed up. He wore his black T-shirt and khaki shorts. He went into the office and packed the memory stick, laptop, sunglasses, and cap into his backpack. Abby asked what was in his backpack. He told her “I have a present for you but you can’t see it yet. She frowned but said okay.
Steph and Marc arrived at Starbucks. Steph got her usual, while Marc got coffee. They found an empty round table in the middle of the coffee shop. As they were enjoying their drinks, Dylan and Abby walked in and stood in line. When it was their turn, she ordered a latte and for him an espresso. As they walked toward the back, Dylan stopped and said “Stephanie?”
Steph: “Dylan, long time no see!” As they started this charade, Marc and Abby looked nervously at one another. “Have a seat and join us.”
Abby: Nervously she said, “We don’t want to intrude. We decided to walk around weren’t we Dylan?”
Dylan: With a smile he said “Abby, let’s sit with them. It will give me time to catch up with Steph.” They pulled two brown chairs to the table. “So how have you been Steph?”
Steph: “I was better but I see light at the end of the tunnel.” Dylan: “Funny you said that, I thought the same thing. Oh, where are my manners? This was my wife, Abby.”
Steph “This is Marc, he was my husband. Oops, I meant my husband.” The two men shook hands. Dylan squeezed Marc’s sweaty hands a tad hard.
Dylan: “What do you do Marc?”
Marc: “I am an architect and work for a firm over on Main St.” He said with a nervous smile.
Dylan: “That is coincidence, Abby works as an adjuster at Main as well.
Steph: She said it with a surprised smile, “Since both of you work on Main St, have you two bumped into one another before?” They quickly said no. Their anxiety jumped a few points.
Dylan: “Oh since we are all here, I brought a special gift for my dear wife. It is a special video of our wonderful life together. It will show how great our marriage is.”
Steph: “Oh goodie, I always like to watch impromptu videos. I wished Marc would do the same thing.”
Dylan pulled his laptop and memory stick out of his bag, fired up the laptop, and inserted the stick into the USB port. As he played the conversation. Both faces turned ashen gray. Abby said, “You were the guy wearing the cap and sunglasses.” She said this as a fact rather than a question. He nodded. Marc slowly sunk into his chair trying to hide. Dylan started the XXX-rated show of them playing hiding the sausage. Both spouses said the other was to blame, it was all a mistake, I love only you and we can get over this. They looked imploringly at their respective spouses.
Steph “There isn’t a chance in hell that we will reconcile. If it is one drunken night mistake, maybe I can forgive you, but this is a three-month affair!”
Dylan: Dylan jumped into the conversation. “How could you profess your love for me and fuck him on our marital bed?” She shook her head, looked at her hands and all she could say was she was sorry.
Steph: “Marc, you are the goddamn frigid one, Mr. three inches, I will be enforcing the prenup and I will give you fifteen grand instead of ten if you don’t fight the divorce.”
As the two begged for forgiveness, a young lady dressed as a bike messenger went up to Marc and said “Are you, Marc Harris? Your boss sent this to you.” He showed his ID. “You have been served.” She turned to a sobbing Abby “You must be Abby Michael, you have been served.” “She took pictures of the two and left.” Tears flooded from Abby’s eye, and snot dripping from her nose.
Dylan: “Abby, we make the same amount of money, so no spousal support. The house is leased. I will pay the last three months of the lease for you. We will split everything down the middle.”
Abby: “I won’t sign it! Can’t we go to counseling? I will do anything to keep us together.” She said with broken sobs between every few words.
Dylan: “No. If you kept your legs closed, we would not have this problem in the first place. Goodbye Abby. Let’s go Steph.” Before he got up, he put on his sunglasses and cap. As Steph got up, she poured her drink on Marc. Both left the two dejected spouses arguing with one another.
Divorce for Dylan was on a bumpy road because Abby set up roadblocks anyway she could but at the end, she capitulated and just requested a one-hour meeting before she signs the paper. He agreed.
Abby surprisingly arrived without a lawyer at Maitland’s office. Dylan arrived a few minutes later. Both sat down across from one another while Maitland sat next to Dylan. With misty eyes, she started by saying she was truly sorry and asked for his forgiveness. She said she was about to end the affair and planned to be the best wife there was. “The affair and more importantly he doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“How can you have an affair and say you love me? I thought you loved me. l guess I was wrong. and I thought when we said our vows in front of our family, friends, and God, I thought it meant everything for us, but again I was wrong. Goddamn It! It meant everything only to me! You invited the asswipe into OUR bed and defiled it. You lied to me and gave him something that was for us alone. I will never sleep in that perverted bed. You kept this going for three damn months!” He was breathing hard and making a fist while she was sobbing and resting her head on her arms realizing she won’t have his kids and more importantly she won’t have him. He just sighed and said “Just sign the papers. Each of us will start a new life. After the anger goes away, maybe I may not hate you.”
With sadness in her voice, she said, “Sorry Dylan, I am truly sorry and I truly love you.” She signed the papers with shaky hands. Dylan turned his head so she couldn’t see his tears. She took a deep breath and left a defeated woman. Dylan said some words and thanked Maitland.
Steph’s divorce was not as smooth. Marc tried to break the prenup. With Maitland on her side, the judge was convinced that it was still enforceable. He agreed. “Judgment for Mrs. Stephanie Harris. Mr. Harris, you have to vacate the premises by 6 PM tonight. You will have 30 days from tomorrow. On the days you pick up your items, please make arrangements with Mrs. Harris and the sheriff’s department. Next case.”
Epilog
The divorce went through with little fanfare. Stephanie met a stockbroker, named Mathew. They fell in love, got married, and added two more kids to the household. Steph’s kids started calling Mathew, Dad and Marc ‘old dad.’ Dylan and Mathew became very good friends. Dylan was named godfather to both kids.
Marc got off work one late evening, Dylan and Austin kicked his fucken ass with a few extra kicks to his family jewels. The two were arrested and went in front of a sympathetic judge. After hearing the whole story, she sentenced them to three days in the pokey and one hundred hours of volunteer work at a soup kitchen. They thought it was worth it. Austin’s friends started beating Marc up every weekend. He got smart and moved out of state. He had minimal contact with the kids. They always seemed busy when he was in town.
Abby moved to Kansas and lived with her younger sister, Dorothy, and her dog, Toto. She eventually married a real estate agent, Tim Farley. He was sterile. They bought a Golden Retriever and named her Trixi. They had an okay childless marriage.
Before leaving, Dylan said goodbye to his family, friends, and even to Abby. It was a sad goodbye for both of them. Again she said sorry. He had a sad smile and left. He caught a flight to Seattle and sat in the middle seat. This gorgeous redhead scooted over to the window seat. He had a very nice view of her tight ass. Once settled in, they started to talk. They talked throughout the whole flight. They found out both of them are employed by Macrosoft. The two exchanged phone numbers. They dated for several months and fell madly in love with one another in a whirlwind romance. They married and had an elaborate ceremony and had two kids shortly afterward. They got an Old English Sheepdog from a rescue shelter and named him Rufus. Dylan built a white picket fence and they lived happily ever after.
Dylan eventually forgave Abby. They exchange emails and pictures. They became ok friends. After seeing each picture, her eyes always become wet with regret.
Fiini
Thank you for sticking around. I hope you enjoyed it.