Betsy and I had been married for a little over twelve years.  We were living the American Middle Class Dream.  Three great kids, our own home, two cars in the garage – the whole bit.  I had always thought that ours was the perfect marriage. I loved her and I’d always thought that she loved me, but I recently found out that my loving wife had a secret life – a life that cast doubt on whether she had any feelings for me at all.

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I’d be insulting Betsy if I said she was a stay at home mom who didn’t work.  Taking care of a house, three kids and a husband isn’t a walk in the park, but Betsy did it and she did it well.  She also managed to take great care of herself.  She exercised religiously and kept herself in great shape.  She was five foot seven, her 130 pounds were spread out on a 35x22x34 body and her long blond hair hung down to the middle of her back.  At thirty-four she looked like a twenty-five year old.  She attracts the eyes of men just as a magnet attracts steel.

Betsy knows the effect that she has on men and she dresses to flaunt what she has and she gets a charge out of flirting with other men.  She has always been that way.  Even in high school she was a flirt, but she did some times carry it to extremes.  She was very popular and she dated and flirted with a lot of guys although they didn’t call it flirting.  To most of them it was considered “cockteasing.”  Even after we started going steady she still flirted.  I didn’t mind.  It made her happy, she was mine and she loved me right?

If Betsy lacked anything it was that she was very straight laced when it came to sex.  She would make love in various positions – she absolutely loved doggie – but there were things she drew the line at.  She would suck my cock, but I was not allowed to cum in her mouth.  She would suck me until she considered me hard enough and then she would pull away and wait for me to enter her.  Anal sex was a big no-no and if I even let a finger get near her butt she would come unglued on me.  She loved for me to eat her pussy and she got off on me sucking her hot juices out of her.  I once asked her why my swallowing her juices was okay, but her swallowing mine wasn’t.  She simply said:

“It isn’t something that I want to do.”

“But…”

“Don’t push it Rob.  We have a pretty good sex life so be happy with it.”

She was right.  We did have a pretty good sex life so I dropped the subject.

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I don’t remember the exact date when it happened for the first time primarily because at the time I didn’t think anything of it.  I remember that we were at a dance and Betsy had gone to the ladies room and maybe a couple of minutes later I felt the need to take a whiz so I headed for the men’s room.  As I entered the hall leading to the bathrooms I saw Betsy and a guy I didn’t know.  He had his arms around her and she was smiling.  He pulled her closer and bent his head to kiss her and she pushed him away and turned and went into the ladies room and the guy went into the men’s.

 I was pretty sure that neither one of them had seen me and the way that Betsy had pushed him away led me to believe that it was just some flirting and the guy had thought that it was something else until Betsy set him straight.  I went on into the bathroom and was standing at the urinal next to the guy and for a second I thought of asking him why he’d had his arms around my wife.  Then thought I’d best leave it alone and not do anything that might ruin the night for Betsy which is what would have happened if the talk with the guy went bad and we ended up duking it out.

When I got back to the table I wondered if Betsy would say anything, but she didn’t and I eventually forgot about it.

But it came back to me about four months later.  My boss held a pool party and barbecue at his home on the anniversary of the founding of the company and Betsy just naturally had to wear her sexiest bikini.  Betsy knew most of the people there from previous pool parties, company picnics and Christmas parties so there was no awkwardness as she moved around the pool generating hard ons.

 Betsy was not the only ‘hottie’ there and that was because of Betsy.  Howard Sample, one of the guys I work with, told me he had Betsy to thank for his wife Irma loosening up.  She had seen how the guys had reacted to Betsy at a pool party and decided that she wanted guys to look at her like that also so she had gone out and bought sexy clothes and skimpy bathing suits.  Howard said that the “new” Irma had him acting like a teenager.  He said he was now getting more loving than he had gotten on his honeymoon.

After Howard told me that I started checking out the other women at the party and comparing they way they were then against the way they were at previous pool parties.  A good half dozen had gone from one piece suits and old fashioned large two piece suits to skimpy bikinis.  My wife a trend setter!  Imagine that!

As was our habit at social gatherings Betsy gravitated toward the women where I guess they talked about raising kids, swapped recipes and such.  I ended up with the guys talking baseball and NASCAR racing.  About two hours into the party Sam (my boss) came up to me and asked me to do him a favor.  He had guessed wrong and didn’t get enough hamburger and hot dog buns and he asked me if I would mind running to Safeway and get some more.  I said that I would and then I went and found Betsy and told her what was going on.

I went to the store, got the buns and came back.  I was in the kitchen putting the buns down on the counter and looking out the window.  I had a good view of the pool from where I was and I saw Betsy in the pool.  She had her back against the side and her arms up on the edge and her legs were floating out in front of her.  Standing next to her in the water was Barry Winslow and the two were talking.  I didn’t like Barry.  Never had, never would.  He was the office back stabber – the guy who always tried to take credit for other peoples work and the guy who would never pass up a chance to shoot you through the grease by bad mouthing you to a superior if he thought it would get him ahead – and I did not like seeing him with Betsy!

At the last company Christmas party he had Betsy under the mistletoe and I didn’t care for the kiss he gave her.  It went on much too long as far as I was concerned.  I mentioned it to Betsy on the way home and got:

“For Christ’s sake Rob, it was only a Christmas kiss.  The way you are carrying on some one would think I went to my knees and gave him a blow job.”

No sir!  I did not like Barry at all and there he was with my wife again.  She was smiling at him and he said something and she laughed and then she opened her legs and Barry waded forward between them.  He said something and then Betsy laughed again.  Barry took a quick look around to see if any one was watching and satisfied that no one was he reached out and put his hand on Betsy’s right breast.  I waited for her to become enraged and slap Barry, but she just smiled at him.  He said something and she laughed and he pushed his hand up under her bikini top.  Her smile disappeared and she smacked his arm hard and he quickly pulled his hand away from Betsy and stepped back. 

I walked out of the house and onto the patio/pool deck and Betsy saw me and waved and Barry moved away from her.  I decided to keep my mouth shut about what I’d seen, especially in light of the way Betsy reacted when I brought up the kiss at Christmas.  I wouldn’t say anything yet, but I was getting concerned over the way Betsy’s flirting was going.

About an hour later I was on my way to the bathroom and just as I walked up to the door it opened and Barry started out.  I put my hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back into the room and closed the door behind me.  I intended to have a talk with him about his behavior when he was around my wife, but when he regained his balance he came at me swinging.  I almost smiled at his mistake.  I blocked the left that he threw and then snapped my own left into his mouth and hit him hard enough to loosen some teeth and then I proceeded to beat the snot out of the asshole.  Other than that first punch he never got another one off, but he got at least a dozen of mine.

He was lying on the bathroom floor when I grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head up.  I looked him in the eye and said:

“If I ever catch you within five feet of my wife ever again I’ll cut your cock off and feed it to you.  You got that?”

He didn’t say anything so I got down until my mouth was six inches from his face and said:

“I asked you if you understood me asshole.”

He nodded weakly and mumbled that he understood and I let go of his hair and went over to the toilet, took my whiz and left the room.  I made sure that Barry didn’t see that I was hurting as I walked out.  You don’t hit a man in the mouth with your bare hand and not have his teeth break your skin and you don’t fight bare handed without hurting your knuckles and fingers.  I stopped at the kitchen sink and washed the blood off my hands.  I would have to wait until I got home to use peroxide to clean the breaks and put on a bandage.

Betsy noticed my hand when I went back outside and I gave her a story about how I had tripped and had scraped my hand on the brick wall of Sam’s garage.  When we went home Betsy helped me doctor my hand.  Barry called in sick on Monday and Tuesday and he stayed well away from me when he did come back to work.

I kept a close eye on Betsy at the next couple of parties we went to and I didn’t see anything really outrageous, but I did notice that Betsy seemed to be keeping a much closer eye on me.  Did she think I was up to something or was she keeping track of me so she would know where I was in case she wanted to do something?  Had she talked with Barry after I’d had my session in the bathroom with him?

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My life went to shit on August 12^th at 12:47 at a Safeway super market.

 Sam called me into his office at 11:35 and asked me if I was going out to lunch or staying in.  I told him that I had intended to catch the luncheon special at Dave’s Diner and he said:

“Do me a favor and lunch will be on me.”

“What do you need?”

“I need to have some papers over to John Cabot at XYZ by 1:30 so he can sign them.  I’ve got a ton going on here and I don’t want to break loose unless I really have to.  If you run them over for me and get them signed you can expense your lunch.”

“No problem, can do.”

He handed me an envelope with the papers and I took off.  As far as lunch was concerned it wasn’t going to cost Sam a dime since the route to XYZ took me a mile from home.  I’d take care of the papers and then stop by the house and have lunch with Betsy.

I got to XYZ at 12:20, had the papers signed and was on my way back by 12:30.  I was passing the Safeway on 17^th Street when I saw Betsy pull into the parking lot.  By the time I made a (strictly illegal) u-turn and got back to the lot Betsy had already gone into the store.  I parked and went looking for her and as I was leaving the produce section I saw her down at the end of the meat counter.  There was maybe seventy feet between us and just as I turned the corner and headed for Betsy some guy I had never seen before walked up to her and ran his hand over her ass.  She turned and looked at him, smiled and then ran her hand across the front of his pants in the area where his cock would be.

I ducked into aisle 16 and peeked around the corner and watched as he took her in his arms and kissed her.  She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.  He had both hands on her tits and she kept on kissing him.  They broke apart and he said something and she nodded a yes.  As I stood there I remembered the guy who had his arms around her in the hallway to the restrooms.  I remembered Barry’s Christmas kiss and I remembered her actions with Barry in Sam’s swimming pool.  I turned and left the store.

 I moved my car to the other side of the lot where I could see Betsy’s car and where I hoped she wouldn’t notice me.  Ten minutes later the man came out, got in a late model Ford F-250 and drove off the lot.  Five minutes later Betsy came out with a couple of bags of groceries, got in her car and drove off.  I pulled out and followed.  She drove straight home and – surprise, surprise – there was a Ford F-250 parked at the curb in front of the house.  Betsy pulled her car into the garage and the man got out of his truck and walked up to the front door which opened and let him in the house.

I was in a “no win” situation.  If I went into the house and the two of them were just sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and talking over “old times” I would gain nothing.  If I brought up what I saw at Safeway Betsy would no doubt blow it off much as she had Barry’s Christmas kiss.  If I found them fucking I would beat the guy bad enough that he would end up in the hospital and I could likely end up in jail.  The divorce that followed would not go well for me.  I’d seen how it went with friends.  I would be looking at alimony, child support and since Betsy would get the kids I’d end up having to let her keep the house while I paid for it.  Why?  Because it would be my word against hers.

One of the guys I worked with had gone home early and had caught his wife in bed with a neighbor.  He beat the shit out of the guy, tossed his wife out of the house and three hours later he was in jail.  His wife said he had come home drunk and found her having coffee with the neighbor and went nuts.  The neighbor said, “Yeah, that’s just how it happened.”  Ralph got sixty days for assault and battery, had to perform 250 hours of community service and had to enter a court ordered anger management program.  The neighbor sued for medical bills and “emotional damage – and won when the wife testified for the neighbor – and then the wife cleaned him out in the divorce.  And then to add insult to injury she married the neighbor and sent him an invitation to the wedding. 

If Betsy was doing what I was beginning to think she was doing I was going to need rock solid proof for the courts.  I had to know for sure what was going on.  I thought about it on the way back to work.  A couple of phone calls were all it took to find out that private detectives were not the way to go.  Not that they couldn’t do the job.  It was just that they were way out of my price range.  Paying some guy by the hour to sit down the street from my house from the time I left until I got home, especially since he might have to sit there for days or even a week, would bankrupt me.

I got out the Yellow Pages and went searching.  I couldn’t find what I wanted there so I got on the Internet and looked for surveillance and nanny cams and found a ton of stuff.  I found a company about forty miles away and I called them.  I took the next day off from work and paid them a visit.  I explained to him what I was interested in doing and he pretty much showed me the store inventory.  They had some great stuff.  Smoke detectors with built in cameras.  Clock radios, hard backed books, wall clocks and plant holders all with built in cameras and operating with wireless technology.  And, they were not all that expensive.

A DVR for wireless cameras was only $219 and the camera was only $47.99.  The DVD set up with two cameras was $468 and the RCA VCR wireless set up came with four cameras for only $497.00.

He made some suggestions and I determined that I could afford it, but I told him that I didn’t have the slightest idea of how to install and set up any of that stuff.

“I have a guy who can install it and teach you how to use it.  He gets fifty and hour and from what you say you want I’m guessing it would take him about three hours.”

“Set it up.”  Next came the problem of getting Betsy out of the house long enough for me to get Stan in to install things and teach me how to use the system.  I was trying to think of a way to get Betsy out of the house for four hours when the planets aligned themselves in my favor.  Betsy’s sister Joan called and asked Betsy if she could babysit Joan’s two pre-schoolers from five until nine-thirty on Wednesday and Betsy said she would do it.

Betsy left the house at four-thirty and at four forty-five Stan got there and I took him through the house.  I showed him where I wanted the receivers and the 19 inch monitor.  He told me he could do it in three hours and then he left the house and parked down the block and waited for me to take the kids and go to Chucky Cheeses for dinner.  As soon as we were gone Stan went in the house and got to work.  When we got home at 9:20 Stan was gone.

While we were gone Stan set things up so that the living room, family room, master bedroom, patio and kitchen were covered by cameras that sent a wireless signal to the two DVRs that I had him put in the basement.  One DVR recorded what happened in living room and the master bedroom and the other recorder covered the family room, the kitchen and the outside patio.  The cameras automatically shut off after five minutes of no motion. 

There was a ‘synchronizer attached to the DVRs and what it did was take the most recent signal and use it to override the previous signal.  For instance; say the camera was filming what was going on in the living room and whoever was being taped got up and went into the master bedroom.  The master bedroom camera would sense the motion and come on and the ‘sync’ would shut off the living room camera.  The system had one drawback.  It was visual only – there was no sound.  To offset that defect we put a voice activated tape recorder in all the rooms with a camera.

 He had a recorder tapped into the phone line and even though I doubted that Betsy would do anything in the kid’s rooms we decided better safe than sorry we had voice activated tape recorders in each of the three bedrooms.  All I had to do was remember to turn on the system just before I left the house and remember to shut it off when I got home otherwise I would have lots of video of the kids to wade through.

 I got the kids to start getting ready for bed and then went downstairs to my workshop in the basement.  I opened up the cabinet next to the radial arm saw and saw the recorders and the monitor set up and ready.  Stan had explained the system to me at the store so all I had to do was hit the “power” button on both of the DVRs and I was in business.  The entire system cost me just under eleven hundred dollars.  Seems like a lot but three days of a PI at 400 a day plus expenses was at least a hundred bucks more than I paid for my system and my system was good for as long as I had power to the house.

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The next morning I switched on the system just before I left the house to go to work.  I was home at five forty-five and I went down to my basement work shop to (as I told Betsy) putter around until dinner was ready.  By six-ten I knew what Betsy had been up to.  The system hadn’t even been I place a full twenty-four hours and I had the answers to most of my questions – not all, but most.

I didn’t get to see much before Betsy called me and the kids to dinner, but I saw enough to tell me what Betsy was doing.  I saw Betsy go to the front door and open it.  She had a few words with the man standing there and then she let him in and they walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.  They talked for a bit and then the man stood up, took out his wallet and took money out of it.  He said something to Betsy and she said something and the man handed her the money.  She counted it, said something and then she left the room.  She was back in a couple of minutes and the two of them headed for the stairs that led to the upstairs bedrooms.  The camera in the bedroom picked them up as they walked into the bedroom and that is when Betsy called us to dinner.

As I ate I wondered why Betsy was selling sex.  I made good money and we were not in any financial trouble.  We had money in savings and certificates of deposit.  Both cars were paid for and I gave her whatever she asked for.  I would just have to wait and see if the VORs would tell me or at least point me in the right direction. 

After dinner and while Betsy was occupied doing the dinner dishes I gathered all the VOR tapes and headed back down to my workshop.  I started with the tape from the phone tap. A call from Betsy’s mom, one from her sister and a call from someone working for the local Democratic Party.  Then a call that explained a lot, but gave me even more questions.

“Hello?”

“Hi sweets. Can you talk?”

“Sure.  I’m alone.”

“I just had a call from the guy I sent over yesterday.  He said that you weren’t home.”

“I was here.”

“What happened?”

“I checked him out through the peephole and saw he was black.”

“So what?”

“I don’t do blacks and you know it.”

“No I don’t.  You never mentioned it to me.”

“Well I don’t do blacks and now you know.”

“You going to be home this afternoon?”

“I could be.  Why?”

“I got a guy who is interested.”

“Jesus Christ Scott; have you told the whole world that you are fucking me?”

“No sweets; just guys I know and trust.”

“What is it?  They think you are my pimp or something?”

“No sweets, they just know that I know a hot sexy broad who fucks for money and they ask me why I’m paying for it when there is so much free stuff around.  After I describe why I think you are worth the money they want to try you on.”

“I can give him from whenever he gets here until three-thirty.  You know the rule.  He has to be gone before my kids start coming home from school around four.”

“He knows the rules.  Keep Friday open for me, okay?”

“You got it.”

The next tape was from the living room VOR.  It picked Betsy and the man up as they were walking into the room.

“…tell you the rules?”

“He just said that I had to be gone before your kids got home from school and that what you say goes.”

“Did he tell you what happens if what I say is ignored?”

“He did.”

“Okay, the deal is from now until three-thirty will cost you $300.  Anal is extra and so is a blow job if you want me to suck you to completion.  Just sucking you hard is part of the $300.”

“How much for anal and swallowing?”

“$100 each.”

There was the sound of him standing up and a short bit of silence and then Betsy said:

“Anal and swallowing both?”

“That’s the main reason why I’m here.  Scott said that you did both.  Unfortunately they are both something my wife refuses to do.”

I snorted at that.  My loving wife wouldn’t do either one either, but it seemed that my whore wife would.  Betsy said, “Wait here” and I remembered from what I’d seen on the tape that he had stayed in the living room and she had gotten up and gone into the kitchen.  Then she had come back and the two of them had gone to the bedroom. 

The next tape was from the bedroom VOR and it was better than the sound track from a porn movie in that you could tell that it wasn’t phony.  There were a lot of “Fuck me, fuck me harders” and  couple of “Oh God that’s good” and one or two “Deeper baby, deeper” all stuff that I’d heard myself a time or two, but I’d never heard:

“Go easy honey, go slow and easy.  My butt hole is so small and your cock is so big.”

I’d also never heard. “Fuck my ass, fuck my ass’ or “Your cock feels so good in my ass.”

I was fuming and it was all that I could do to keep myself under control when I heard him say:

“Oh God yes, swallow it, swallow it all.”

I knew from what I’d heard on the VOR tape what I was going to see when I got back to watching the DVR recording.  Betsy had started by sucking the man hard and then she had fucked him.  Next she had sucked him hard and then had continued to suck him until he came and she swallowed his come after which she had kept on munching his dick until he was hard to fuck her in her ass.  She had gotten up and gone to her lingerie drawer and gotten a tube of KY Jelly (which I never knew she had) and I watched while the guy lubed her ass good and then fucked it.  Then they showered together which was another thing she had never done with me - she claimed the shower was too small for the two of us – and while in the shower he had apparently gotten up again because they fucked again.

Then Betsy said, “Sorry lover, but time is up.  You need to get out of here.”

“Do I call Scott when I want to see you again?”

“No lover, I’ll give you my private cell phone  number and you call me.”

Private cell phone number?  I didn’t even know she had a cell phone, but I guess that was sort of trivial when you compared it to the rest of what I didn’t know about my “loving wife.”  I have to admit it – I got a hard on watching Betsy take a cock in her ass, but it wilted when I realized that in an hour or so I was going to be in the same bed with her.

The same scene that had given me the hard on also had me grinding my teeth in anger and watching cum leaking out of her mouth made my blood boil.

What I saw on the second DVR was very interesting.  The second DVR recorded what went on in the kitchen.  It showed Betsy coming into the room with money in her hand.  Pulling a chair away from the kitchen table she stood on it and dropped the money into one of the decorative vases that lined the top of the kitchen cupboards.  She got down, put the chair back and then walked out of the kitchen.

I have a small 3 cubic foot refrigerator in the workshop and I went over to it and got me a beer.  I sat at my work bench, sipped my beer while I stared at the wall and my mind went crazy.  One part of me wanted to run upstairs, grab Betsy by the hair and drag her out of the house and throw her in the street.  Another part of me wanted to just flat out kill her and bury her in the back yard.  A third part wanted to know why and for how long.  But I also thought of the kids and what would happen to them if I did any of the things that I really wanted to do.  No, I finally reasoned, I would have to find out as much as I could about Betsy and her ‘part time job’ and I would need to find out what my options were.

By the time I went to bed I had cooled down enough to make some decisions.  I would have to have sex with Betsy.  Not to would be unnatural and would possibly raise a warning flag which is something I wanted to avoid for the time being.  I didn’t want Betsy to even think twice about her dumb-ass, clueless husband.  When we had sex (notice that I’m avoiding the words “make love”) half the time I would initiate it and the other half Betsy would.  I decided that I would never again be the one to try and get something started, but if Betsy did I would go along with it.

Fortunately Betsy didn’t try to start something that night.  Probably too tired from her busy afternoon.  If she would have wanted sex I couldn’t have been sure that I wouldn’t have wrapped my hands around her neck and tried that asphyxiation thing I’d heard about.  Problem there is I might not have slacked off the pressure at the end.

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Thursday all I found of interest on the tapes was a call from the Scott guy.

“Fred was very happy when I talked to him at work this morning.  I think he is in love and that you will probably hear from him again sometime soon.”

“He was nice.”

“You holding tomorrow open for me?”

“Of course.”

“The soonest I can be there is 11:30.”

“I’ll be ready.”

“See you then.”

That night Betsy reached for my cock and I didn’t push her hand away.  She slid down and took me in her mouth and as soon as I was hard enough she mounted me and rode me cowgirl style.  Betsy likes cowgirl, but I have never been able to get my nut while in that position so after letting her have her fun for a while I usually rolled her over onto her back and finished up in the missionary.  That night I didn’t.  I just let her bounce up and down on me.  I know she was waiting for me to roll her, but I didn’t.

 It was silly of me, but I didn’t want to cum in Betsy.  I was thinking of my seed as a gift and I was I no mood to give Betsy any gifts.  Dumb maybe, but all kinds of weird thoughts go through your mind when you find out that the person you thought was a loving wife was in fact a back-stabbing, cheating whore.

Betsy managed to get herself off, but she knew that I hadn’t cum so she kept riding me.  I could tell she was getting frustrated.  She’d had her orgasm and wanted to stop, but felt that she couldn’t until she got me off.  She was moaning, “Cum for me baby, cum for me” but I just laid there and looked up at her.  Occasionally I would push my hips up at her, but for the most part I just lay there and let her work.

I finally decided to put an end to it and I called up the image of Betsy with Fred’s cum leaking out of her mouth and my cock wilted.  I told Betsy that I was sorry, but that I was under a lot of stress at work just then and it was probably affecting my performance. 

“Maybe I can get you off by hand” she said and even as I was thinking “You could suck me off like you do your customers” I was saying, “No, it isn’t any big thing.  I’ll be better once we get the project we are working on out of the way.”

She snuggled up to me and I did my best not to cringe and pull away.  Once she was asleep I got out of bed and finished myself off in the bathroom.

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Friday’s take was quick and to the point.  Betsy was in nylons, garter belt and heels when the Scott guy got there.  No money changed hands and they went straight from the front door to the bedroom.  He was already hard, but Betsy spent a couple of minutes sucking his dick anyway and then he fucked her.  She sucked his cock, still wet from their juices (she would suck me to get me hard again, but only after cleaning my cock with a wash rag) and then he fucked her ass.

And then Betsy blew me away!

Scott took his cock out of Betsy’s ass and she spun around and sucked his cock!  Straight from his ass to her mouth and she sucked it!  And the bitch wouldn’t even swallow when she sucked me.  She sucked it for maybe two or three minutes and then let the limp dick fall from her mouth.  She got up, left the room and came back with two beers and didn’t that piss me off.  Fucking my wife AND drinking my beer.

They sat on the bed next to each other and leaning on the headboard as they sipped the beers.  They talked and she fondled his cock and eventually he was hard again and they fucked again.  They showered together and he managed to get it up in the shower and Betsy sucked him off – all the way!!!

Before he left he put some money on the dresser.  Betsy walked him to the door and she gave him a hot kiss before he opened the door and left.

Scott came in my wife four times between 11:45 and 3:30 and I wondered if that had something to do with Betsy’s whoring.  My best was maybe twice when we went to bed and then one in the morning when we woke up and even if I went twice it would usually take a good half hour between times.

The audio didn’t have much of interest, just talk about the sex they were having.  I got a mention in passing.

“Hubby still in the dark?”

“Doesn’t have a clue.”

Betsy told him that she was a little bit worried about all the guys he was sending her and he said not to worry, that he didn’t send her anyone he didn’t know really well and that he couldn’t vouch for.

That night Betsy was waiting for me in the bedroom wearing the same heels and garter belt that she had worn for Scott earlier in the day.  Heels, nylons and garter belts have always been among my biggest turn ons so I had to perform for Betsy that night.  Not to do so would have really raised a red flag and set Betsy to wondering.  I did go twice and it did take twenty minutes between the two and as I fell asleep I was still wondering about my earlier thought from when I reviewed the days take.  She did Scott four times and still wanted more from me.  That was six times in less than twelve hours. 

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Saturday Betsy took the kids and went shopping and as soon as the car was out of the driveway I was standing on a kitchen chair and taking the vases down from the top of the cupboards.  There was something in each of the five vases.  One had $2200 in loose bills.  One had a checkbook and a passbook for a savings account.  One had bank statements that had been mailed to a post office box. One had $4000 in banded fifties and the last one had a small ledger like notebook.

The balance showing in the checkbook register was $8, 462.  The savings account showed a balance of $6400 with the last deposit being made the week previous.  That was some very sobering information.  It all added up to $21,062.   She got $500 from Fred and at $500 a pop that meant she had fucked someone else forty-two times.  But that was only if you figured things at $500 at a time.  At $300 it would have been seventy-two.  Then you had to figure that she had spent some of the money she made so who knew how many times the whore had buried the knife in my back.  And how did I know that hat I was looking at it all that there was?  She could have a safe deposit box somewhere just stuffed with money.

A lot of the answers came from the notebook.  It had the names – usually only the first name – of her johns, the date she did them and how much she got.  The first name in the book was Scott and the date was ten months ago.  He paid Betsy fifty bucks.  His name was the first of one hundred and seventy six.  It took Betsy a while to wake up to the fact that she could get more than fifty bucks.  The first recorded amounts were fifty and seventy-five.  She went through fourteen guys before the amount jumped up to $300.  I noticed that only two of the names listed who paid fifty and seventy-five showed up after she raised her price.  I guess she priced herself out of their range. The list of one hundred and seventy-six names had a lot of repeat names so it may not have been one hundred and seventy-six guys who fucked her. For instance, Scott’s name showed up forty-one times, but did I know that there wasn’t more than one Scott?

The real find in that little notebook were the numbers.  Betsy had always had trouble remembering numbers so she had written down the account numbers AND the passwords she used for doing on-line banking. And the absolute best part?  The accounts were in the same bank where we had all of our joint accounts and as I read that note book the germ of an idea took root inside my head.  The idea grew and I started working on making it a reality.

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Over the next two weeks while I planned Betsy “entertained’ five times.  One was Scott, one was Fred and one was the guy from Safeway.  The other two were names that I had seen in her notebook.  As far as my sex life with Betsy was concerned it was pretty near normal.  I didn’t go after her, but if she came after me I went along.

 I did notice that she usually came after me after she had spent an afternoon with one of her customers.  My big fear was STDs, but I reasoned that if Betsy had picked up something I most likely already had it so I would tough things out until my plan came together and then I would go and get myself checked.

Then everything came together for me and I decided to make my move on Friday.  When I left for work on Friday I left with the knowledge that – according to my phone tap – Betsy had no gentlemen callers coming by.  Betsy was surprised when I walked into the house at lunch time with Ben and Dave.  She was even more surprised when Ben and Dave grabbed her arms and then carried her along as they followed me to the bedroom.

Betsy struggled to break free from them while yelling:

 “What the hell is going on Rob?  Tell these assholes to let me go right now.  Right now!  God damn it Rob, tell them to let me go.”

She tried to kick Dave as she yelled, “Let me go you fucking asshole.”

I laughed at that one and said, “You shouldn’t talk like that Betsy; it isn’t good customer relations.”

“What?  What the hell does that mean?”

“You will soon figure it out Betsy” I said as I took out my wallet.  “I’ve always wanted you to suck me off and swallow my cum and you have always refused.  I’ve always wanted to try anal sex, but you have always refused me that too.  I’ve just recently found out that I could have had those things all along if I had just known that all I had to do was pay for them.”

I was smiling at her as I continued, “As I understand it you get $300 for the basic fuck and an extra $100 each for anal and a blow job with you swallowing.”

Her face became alarmed and then paled as I took five crisp, new one dollar bills out of my wallet and nodded at Ben.  He took hold of Betsy’s right wrist and brought so that her hand was palm up.

“I am of course going to take advantage of the family discount” I said, “So here is three dollars for the regular fucks and one dollar each for a complete blow job including swallowing and another dollar for fucking your ass.  I intend to skip the regular sex part and go right to the ass fucking.  Get your clothes off.”

“I don…” she started to say and I nodded at Ben and Dave and they stripped Betsy while I took off my clothes.  When I was naked I pushed Betsy back on the bed and said:

“Assume the position.”

“What do you mean?”

“On your hands and knees Betsy.”

“No Rob, I won…” she started to say and another nod at Ben and Dave and they manhandled her into position.  I moved behind Betsy, grabbed her hips and pushed my cock against her asshole.

“Damn it Rob, you’ll hurt me.  At least use some KY.”

“Hurt you Betsy?  Why would I want to hurt the woman who is cheating on me?  Not only cheating, but selling to others what she has always denied me? No sir Betsy, no KY for you.”

I spit on my hand and rubbed my hand on the head of my cock and then I pushed.  Betsy screamed as I drove myself into her and she moaned and cried the entire time I fucked her ass.  I came and pulled out of her ass and moved around in front of her.

“Now clean it Betsy.”

She turned her head away and I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face back.

“You did it for Scott Betsy and you are damned well going to do it for me.”

When I said that she stopped fighting it and opened her mouth to accept my shit, blood and cum covered cock.

“Suck it until it gets hard Betsy and then keep sucking until I cum and when I do you had best not spill a drop.  Swallow every last drop Betsy, every last drop!”

It took her a while, but she did get me off and she did swallow it all.

“Keep it in until it goes soft” I told her.  When I was limp I took my cock out of her mouth and said, “I have to thank you Betsy.  Thanks to you I now have a new job skill.  I know how to be pimp now.”

I turned to Ben and Dave and said, “I remember how she used to cock tease both of you guys in high school.  Think you might want to try a piece of her now?”

“You betcha” Dave said and Ben was right behind him with a “Hell yes!”

I held out my hand and each of them handed me a ten dollar bill.  As I put the money in my pocket I said, “You have her until three-thirty.  Enjoy.”

I left the room and went downstairs.  I grabbed the car keys and moved my car out onto the street and then I pulled Betsy’s car out of the garage and parked it on the street.  I left the garage door open and went back into the house.  I went into the kitchen and got all of the vases down and emptied them out onto the kitchen table.  I took all the cash and put it into my briefcase and then, using the passwords and account numbers in Betsy’s notebook I transferred all of the money from her accounts into our joint checking account leaving her a zero balance in both her secret checking and secret savings accounts.

I got a beer out of the icebox and went out to the living room and turned on the TV and watched CNN.  From the sounds coming from the upstairs it seemed like Ben and Dave were getting their money’s worth.

I heard a lot of “No damn it, no!” followed by laughing and I just smiled.  At 3:20 my cell rang and I looked at the display and smiled.  I flipped it open and said:

“You are right on time.  Just pull straight into the garage.”

I got up and walked to the door that connected the laundry room to the garage and opened it.  I watched the gray van turn into the drive and then pull into the garage.  I hit the button that closed the garage door and waited. A tall black man got out of the van and came into the house.  I shook his hand and then took him in a bear hug.

“God Danny, you are looking good.  It’s been too long bud.”

“No excuses Rob.  Life just got in the way.”

I got him a beer and we sat down at the kitchen table.  “You got it set up?” I asked.

“Under control Rob, under control.  Looking forward to it in fact.  I remember how she got her nose up in the air whenever the brothers were around.”

“I’ll go get her.  I’m giving her to you naked and Ben and Dave will go along with you and sit on her until you get where you are going.”

I went upstairs and walked in on Dave shoving his cock up Betsy’s ass while Ben was face fucking her.

“You guys need to hurry up and finish.  Her ride is here.”

I went back downstairs and got Danny and me another beer.  “They are almost done with her” I said as I sat down.

“Do you know why?”

“No idea and we haven’t talked.  I just made sure that she knew that I knew and then Ben, Dave and I used her.  You are going to be a surprise to her.”

It was about ten minutes before Ben and Dave came down the stairs walking Betsy between them.  She saw Danny and she looked at me with confusion on her face.

“I heard you tell Scott that you don’t do blacks and I thought that was a very narrow minded attitude for you to have so I arranged with Danny here to see to it that you some black experience.  You remember Danny don’t you?  He remembers you and the way you stuck up your nose whenever he and his friends were around.  Danny owns a whorehouse over on 12^th Street and Vine and I’ve rented you to him for the weekend.  I’m glad you got me into this pimping business.  I’ll get thirty percent of what he makes off of you this weekend and I won’t have to do a damned thing for it except take care of the kids while you are gone.”

Betsy started struggling to get loose from Ben and Dave and she was crying, “No Rob, no. please Rob, please don’t do this to me.”

“Sorry Betsy.  Danny and I made a deal and we have already shaken on it.”

I looked at Ben and Dave and said, “Put her in the van.”

She was still crying, “No, God no” as they took her out of the kitchen and toward the garage. 

Danny and I had grown up together and while we weren’t best friends we still had been pretty close.  He didn’t own a whore- house, but he had set up his three bedroom apartment to look like one and he had lined up a bunch of his friends – guys that he could vouch for – and they were going to fuck Betsy all weekend long.  She was going to be treated like a whore in a whorehouse and Danny was going to keep telling her that he was going to put her out to work a street corner the next weekend.  The rules were no marks or bruises, but they were to degrade her as much as possible.

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By four-thirty the kids were home and I loaded them into the car and told them we were going out to eat.  When they asked where mommy was I told them that she was visiting a friend for the weekend.

I stopped by the bank and thirty minutes later I had converted all of Betsy’s money into certificates of deposit in my name and with the CDs in my briefcase I walked out of the bank and took the kids to the place they had chosen for dinner.  Mickey Ds.  I don’t know what it is with kids and Happy Meals, but that is what they wanted so that is what they got.  We went home and I played with them until bedtime and then I headed off to bed myself.  I have to admit that as I pulled the covers up I was wondering what Betsy was feeling like right then, but it didn’t keep me from falling asleep and sleeping soundly.

Saturday I took the kids to a movie they wanted to see and Sunday we spent the day at a park having a picnic and letting them play on the swings, the slide and the monkey bars.  I had them tucked into bed by nine and the I went to the living room, turned on the TV and waited.

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At ten that night my cell beeped.  It was Danny.  I got up and opened the garage door and two minutes later his van pulled in and I closed the door behind him.  Danny got out and went to the side door and opened it.  He helped Betsy get out.  She was just the way I had sent her off on Friday – naked – but she looked like hell.  Her hair was a tangled mess and she looked very pale.  She was having trouble walking and Danny had to support her as she came into the house.

Danny handed me an envelope and said:

 “Your cut.  She was pretty popular.  The brothers like the white ones.    And the bitch is a real work horse.  She took care of forty-one customers; some of them even came back for a second time.  One cat came back twice.  I’ll give you a call later on in the week about next weekend.  I’m thinking of putting her on a corner to give her some seasoning.”

I looked inside the envelope he handed me and whistled.

“Damn!  I wish I’d have known she was a whore sooner.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t.  We could tell in high school that she was a slut just waiting to get set free.  Shit Rob, the way she prick-teased showed that she would turn it loose some day.”

“I guess I wasn’t smart enough to see it then, but I am sure going to take advantage of it now.”

After Danny had gone I looked at Betsy and said, “You need to go shower or soak in the tub, but first you have something to do.”  I unzipped and took out my cock.  “All the way Betsy and don’t lose a drop.”

Betsy looked around and said, “Not here Rob.  What if one of the kids gets up?”

“Then they will find out what a whore you are sooner rather than later.”

I sat down on a chair, pointed at my dick and said, “Get with it.”

"Please Rob, not here.”

“Now Betsy or I’ll put you out the front door just as you are and turn on the porch light so the neighbors can get a good look at a naked whore.”

She looked like she was going to cry and I pointed again and said, “Now Betsy.”

She went to her knees in front of me and reached for my cock.  It was a half-hearted blow job, but I made her stay with it until she got me off and without being told she swallowed.  When she was done I told her to go clean herself up and soak in the tub for a while and then get her ass back downstairs for a long talk.  She was gone for about an hour and when she came back downstairs I pointed at the easy chair across from the couch and she went to it and sat down.  I looked at her in silence for about a minute and then asked:

“When did you decide that you didn’t want to be my wife any more?”

“I never decided that.  I love being your wife.”

“Then what is with you fucking other men?  How can you tell me that you love being my wife and then fuck other men?  Not only fuck them, but do it for money?”

“How did you find out?”

I didn’t want her to know that the house was wired and so I lied and said:

“Two things.  One of your customers was a better friend to me than you were a wife.  He recognized you as soon as you opened the door.  He told me about how some guy named Scott put him in touch with you.  The other thing is that I’ve been keeping a close eye on you since I saw you and Barry in the pool at Sam’s.  I let you convince me that the kiss under the mistletoe was just your version of heavy flirting, but what you did with Barry in Sam’s pool went way beyond flirting as far as I was concerned.  I’ve been suspicious of you ever since and I’ve been saving money so I could hire a private detective, but my friend saved me from having to do that.

“But that doesn’t answer the question I just asked you.  How can you say you love being my wife and do what you are doing?”

“It had nothing to do with my loving you or being married to you.  It was about the thrill – the charge – I got out of cheating.  Then I found out I could do it for money and I got an even bigger charge out of it.”

That statement gave me even more to think about.  Once she found out she could do it for money?  That would have been about ten months ago, but what she had just told me – without realizing it – was that she had been cheating on me even before that first notation in her notebook!

“So just how long have you been cheating on me?”

“Maybe ten years.”

“Ten years?  You have been stabbing me in the back for eighty percent of our marriage?  And you can sit there and tell me that you love me and that you love being married to me?  What you are really saying is that you love being married to a clueless idiot because it lets you get away with being a slut.”

“That isn’t true and you should know it.  Point to any one thing that shows I was anything less than a loving wife for the last twelve years and don’t use what you just found out.  Despite what I was doing you always came first.  I was always your wife first and a slut second.”

“You admit that you are a slut?”

“Of course I admit it now that you know anyway.  I guess I’ve always been one.  I just didn’t know it, but I guess that it has always been there.  Remember what Danny said the other night?  He recognized in high school I was a slut waiting to be set free.”

“So what was it that finally set you free?”

“One Saturday night while you were gone elk hunting I decided that I didn’t want to be home alone so I went to a lounge where they had a live band.  I danced and flirted for a couple of hours and when I was ready to leave one of the guys I’d been dancing with said he would walk me to my car.  I knew what he wanted, but I also knew that nothing was going to happen between us so I said okay.  When we got to the car he said:

“You have been cock teasing all night sugar, but you picked the wrong guy to do it to.”

“And then he spun me around, bent me over the hood of the car and fucked me.  It was just that quick.  Spin me around, spread my legs with his knees, push my panties aside and push into me.  I was wet – I always get wet when I tease and flirt – and he slipped right in.  It took longer for me to tell you just now what he did than it took him to do it.  I didn’t scream for help and I didn’t even struggle – I just gave in.

“When he came he pulled out of me and told me to get on the back seat and I didn’t say a word, just got in the car.  He told me to get him up again and I did and he fucked me a second time.  When he was done he got out of the car and left.  Didn’t even say “thank you.”  After he was gone I sat there in the car and wondered why I hadn’t hollered for help and why I hadn’t tried to fight him off and I suddenly realized that it was because somewhere inside of me there was something that wanted it to happen.  I know now that it was the slut in me trying to break out.  And then there was the fact that I liked it.  I got off on knowing that I had cheated and done it with a guy whose last name I didn’t even know.

“After that whenever you were gone hunting or fishing or out of town on business I went out and picked up some guy.  No affairs, just one night stands.”

“When did you decide to become a prostitute?”

She winced and said, “I don’t like that word.”

“Tough shit.  You are selling your cunt and that makes you a prostitute.  The question was why.”

“The same reason I became a slut.  I got a charge out of it. You were gone to that NASCAR race at Darlington so I went out to pick up a playmate.  I got to the lounge and the only empty seats were at the bar.  I sat down and ordered a drink and before the bartender could get it to me the guy on the stool next to me asked me how much.  He thought I was a hooker.  He wasn’t bad looking and I was looking for a cock anyway so I told him fifty bucks.  He said he had a room in the motel across the street and I held out my hand and he gave me two twenties and a ten and I got up and followed him to his room.  I had a fantastic orgasm as I looked up at him and knew that he was paying me to do something that I had been doing for free.  His name was Scott and he has been fucking me ever since.”

“Fifty bucks was kind of cheap.”

“I know.  A guy hit on me one night and asked me how much.  By then I had learned a few things like how to avoid being caught by the vice squad.  If I gave a price and he was a cop I would be busted, but a cop can’t offer money because that would be entrapment.  So when the guy asked me how much I just said that I didn’t know and I asked him what he thought I might be worth.  He told me that he didn’t have that much, but he could go three hundred and just like that my fifty dollar days were over.”

“I don’t detect the least bit of sorry in your voice.”

“That’s probably because I’m not sorry I did it.  It gave me the most fabulous orgasms of my life.  I’m sorry that you found out because that ends it.”

“Why does my finding out about it end it?  My finding out just means that you are free to do it whenever you want from now on.”

“It doesn’t work that way.  It was the cheating that gave it the thrill and getting paid to cheat made it that much more thrilling.  Without the thrill from the cheating it is just another fuck and I’m not interested in fucking for the sake of fucking.”

“Well, as soon as you get a new boyfriend or get married again you can go back to cheating.”

“Bullshit Rob.  You aren’t getting rid of me.  I’m the best thing that ever happened to you and you know it.  So I had some fun, but it didn’t hurt you a bit.”

“I guess that all depends on how you define hurt Betsy.  How about the mental anguish of finding out that you could freely do anal and swallow the cum of strangers, but you have always refused me?”

“I don’t like my ass fucked and I hate the taste of cum, but if a customer wanted it I felt I had to do it.  I did it, but I didn’t enjoy it.  I wouldn’t have enjoyed it with you either and you would have known it and that could have had an effect on the good sex life that we did have.”

“That may be Betsy, but the first time we did either I would have seen that you didn’t enjoy it and I would never have asked or tried again, but the fact is you never gave me a chance but you took it in the ass from anyone who handed you money.  And here is one for you while we are defining hurt.  You have just admitted to fucking around on me for over ten years.  Jason is eight, Ann is seven and Steven is six.”

I sat there and looked at her while what I had just said worked its way into her mind and she finally realized what I was saying.  Her face went pale and I said:

“Yeah Betsy, how’s that for hurt?”

“They are yours Rob, I swear to you they are yours.  I never did anything unless I was on the pill or wearing my diaphragm.”

“Accidents happen Betsy and so now I am going to have to have DNA tests done.”

“The kids are yours Rob.  I swear to God they are yours.”

“Unfortunately Betsy, your word isn’t worth shit to me any more.  I’m going to need proof.  Here is something else for the hurt column.  I’m now going to have to get tested for sexually transmitted diseases.  I probably don’t have any or there would have been signs by now, but better safe than sorry right?  And what do I tell Doctor Simmons when he asks me why I need to be tested?  Do I tell him that my wife is a whore or do I let him think that I went out and played.  Either way I don’t come off looking to good.”

I looked at her and she looked away.

“That brings us to the “what now” phase of this mess.  You have been a good – no, I have to give credit where credit is due – you have been a great mother to the kids so you can stay here if you want.  I’ll give you that much, but you will stay knowing three things.  One is that I’ll never touch you again; the second is that as long as you live in this house I’m renting you out to Danny every weekend and the third is that if you ever bring another man into this house I will break every bone in your body before I throw you out onto the street.  Tonight you get the couch.  If you stay I’ll leave it to you to work out with the kids which bedroom you will move into.”

I got up and went up to what was now my bedroom.  As I slipped under the sheets I wondered if Betsy would do what I was counting on her to do.  The threat of giving her to Danny every weekend was meant to make her move out.  If she moved out I could claim abandonment and along with the audio and video I had of her I could show her to be unfit when it came to the custody part of the divorce.

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Betsy was already up and in the kitchen when I came downstairs in the morning.  She had breakfast ready and as I ate, sipped my coffee and read the morning paper she got the kids ready for school.  As she was walking them to the bus stop I went down to my workshop and turned the camera system on.  I was in my car and backing down the drive before Betsy got back from the bus stop.

At lunch time I left work and went to the bank across the street from my office building and opened a checking account and rented a safe deposit box for the CDs I’d bought with Betsy’s money.  As I closed the box and slid it into its slot I wondered what I was going to find when I got home that night.

 It wasn’t what I expected.

Betsy was setting the table for dinner.  I had really expected her to be gone.  Jason grabbed me when I came in the door and asked me why Steven had to move into his room and then told me he didn’t want to sleep in a bunk bed.

“It’s not fair.  I’m the oldest and I should have my own room.  Steven should have to share with Ann, not me.”

I told him that he would have to work it out with his mother.  I went to dinner wondering what all that was about, but I guess I really knew.  Betsy was moving into Steven’s room.

With the exception of Jason sitting there and pouting dinner was the typical noisy affair as the other two kids talked about their day at school and Betsy and I asked them questions.  Betsy did ask me a question or two, but I ignored her.  After dinner instead of helping with the dishes like I used to I left Betsy to handle the clean up and I went down into the basement.

The DVRs showed Betsy returning from the bus stop.  She cleaned up the breakfast dishes and then she went up to what used to be our bedroom.  She stood in the doorway, looked around the room and then started crying.  A picture taken at our wedding was on the dresser and she went over, picked it up and hugged it to her and then, still crying, she sat down on what used to be our bed and cried and cried.  After several minutes she was cried out and she put the picture back on the dresser and left the room. 

She went down to the basement and got three suitcases and then went back to the bedroom and started packing.  She carried the suitcases downstairs and set them by the door and then went out into the kitchen, pulled out a chair and got the vases down.  The look on her face when she found them empty except for a slip of paper was priceless.  The piece of paper was the page from her notebook with all of the account numbers and passwords on it.  She stared at it for a minute and then she took the phone, called the bank and found out that she had zero balances in her accounts.  She dropped the phone and started crying again.

She sat there crying for several minutes and then she surprised me.  I expected her to take her bags and leave.  I expected her to go either to her sister’s place or go home to her mother, but what she did was take her suitcases up to Steven’s room.  She moved all of Steven’s stuff into Jason’s room and then moved all of her stuff into Steven’s room.  It looked like Betsy was going to stick it out.

I turned the system off and got the tape from the telephone tap.  A call from her sister asking her to babysit for a couple of hours on Wednesday. A call to her mother that was general chit-chat.  Two calls from telephone solicitors; one asking for a donation to the Obama campaign and the other asking for a donation to the local Democratic party and then:

“Hey sweet cakes.  Is your afternoon open?”

“No Scott, I won’t have any more open afternoons.”

“What’s up?”

“Rob got wise to what I have been doing.  I’m going to have to scramble to try and save my marriage.”

(laughter) “Forget it sweet cakes.  If he knows you have been hooking he ain’t going to stick around or let you stick around.”

“I love him Scott so I have to at least try.”

“Okay sweet cakes, but don’t forget my number in case it doesn’t work out.”

“Even if it doesn’t work out I’m not doing it any more.  Goodbye Scott.”

Interesting.  I wondered just what she thought she could do that would save a dead marriage.

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The next two days went by and when the kids were around Betsy acted as she normally did and when it was just then two of us she read a book or watched TV and didn’t speak unless I spoke to her first and there wasn’t much of that.  I checked the DVRs and audio tapes every day, but they had nothing on them of interest.

Thursday morning I woke up with a hot mouth on my cock and it was erect and throbbing.  As pissed at her as I was there was still no way I was going to push her away at that point.  I looked down at her and saw her looking back up at me and she never broke eye contact as her mouth worked on me.  I felt her tongue working and one of her hands was gently playing with my balls.  After several minutes I could feel the surge building and in the days prior to finding out what Betsy did at home during the day I would have warned Betsy that I was about to cum.  But that was then.  I kept my eyes on hers as she brought me to the point of release and she never looked away as my first spurt hit the back of her throat. She sucked and swallowed until I went soft and she still kept her eyes on my face.  When I was limp she let my cock fall from her mouth.

“You said you would never touch me again, but you never said a word about my touching you.”

She got up and left the room and minutes later I heard her in the kitchen rattling pots and pans as she started fixing breakfast.  As I took my shower it occurred to me that I had fucked up my own plan.  By taking all of her money I had actually prevented her from leaving and after the blow job she had just given me I wondered if I really wanted her to leave.  She kept a clean house, was an excellent cook and a great mom to the kids.  Did I really want to hire nanny’s, babysitters, Merry Maids and others if Betsy was content to stay and keep on being a homemaker and mother?  And I did have to admit that I had certain needs.  While I doubted very much that I would go after Betsy I also doubted that I would push her away if she snuck into the bedroom and woke me up with a blow job.  It would keep the edge off and keep me from going out and hooking up with someone and maybe give Betsy some ammunition to fight back with.  I decided not to push it – at least not for a while.

Once at work I called an attorney and made an appointment for the next day and then I put Betsy out of my mind and got on with my day.  That night at dinner things were about as normal as you could expect given the circumstances.  After dinner I went down and checked the recordings.  Betsy had two calls from customers who wanted to visit and she told both of them no.  One persisted and she told him that one of her customers had given her VD and that she had decided that it wasn’t worth the risk any more.  I smiled at that.  It was certainly an effective way to end the phone calls.  I went back upstairs and I helped Jason with his math homework, played a game with Ann and Steven and then watched some TV before going to bed.

I was half awake on Friday morning when Betsy slipped into the room.  I sleep in the nude so she had no trouble getting to my cock.  She was a cheating slut and I was not at all happy with her, but I do admit that my cock started to rise before her mouth got to it.  Even though it was still dark I’d swear I saw her smile as she saw my cock rising to meet her mouth.  She sucked me until I came and then swallowed all that my dick spit out.

“That should start your day off right” she said as she got up and headed for the kitchen.

I wondered about that.  That was two times in a row that she had come to me, sucked me off and swallowed.  The two times previous I had forced her to do it and she had admitted that even though she did it for her customers she didn’t really like doing it.  Was that her plan to try and save her marriage?  Complete blow jobs until I got all weak minded and put what she had done behind us?  Fat chance of that!

My appointment with the attorney merely confirmed what I already knew.  Betsy was entitled to half of the marital assets. But if I could prove infidelity she would not get any of my pension or 401k.  Also, proof of infidelity would mean that she more than likely would not get alimony.  The problem was going to be the children.  Infidelity would not bar Betsy from getting custody.  It would depend pretty much on the judge who was assigned to the case and the recommendations of the Child Protection Agency.  What I had would prove that Betsy had “poor moral character”, but if she had done nothing to expose the kids to what she had been doing or exposed them to risk she could still win custody. 

The attorney told me that my chances were 60/40 against me on the custody issue unless I could come up with proof that she was an unfit mother.  I didn’t tell him that the kids might not even be mine.  I decided to wait to find out what the DNA tests that I had scheduled would show.  I paid the man for his time and headed home.

When I got there I found Cindy Easterling, the teen we used for a babysitter, playing with the kids.

“Mrs. H left a note for you on the kitchen table.”

I opened the envelope and took out the sheet of paper.

“I’m spending the weekend with my mom.  Tell Danny I’m sorry, but I just can’t see me standing on a street corner.  I love you, Betsy.”

She didn’t know that Danny wasn’t expecting her.  That was just shit we threw at her to help her make up her mind to move out.  Oh well, I liked spending time with the kids and so we made a weekend of it.  We went to the zoo on Saturday and Sunday we went out to the lake.  Betsy was home when we got there and the kids were happy to see her and she played with them until bedtime.

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I was up Monday morning before Betsy had a chance to come in and wake me up.  Betsy didn’t know it, but it was going to be a bad day for her mentally.  I got the kids up and started getting them dressed.  I was working with Steven trying to teach him how to tie his shoe laces when Betsy came up and asked me what was going on.

“I took the day off work and I’m going to take the kids out for breakfast.”

“Took the day off?  Why?”

“I have an appointment to get tested for STDs and then I’m taking the kids in so we can do what we need to do to get the DNA tests done.”

Betsy’s face clouded up at that and she snarled, “Damn it Rob, I told you that they are yours.”

“And I’ve already told you that your word isn’t worth shit to me Betsy.  No way am I going to trust anything out of the mouth of the person who has stabbed me in the back for over ten years.”

She spun around and stalked off.

After our visit to the clinic I took the kids to the park for a couple of hours and then we went for lunch at where else? – McDonalds.  We got home around two and the first thing Betsy said when we walked into the house was:

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Not hardly.  Won’t have the results of the VD tests until day after tomorrow and it will take at least two weeks and possibly longer to get the DNA results back.  Even then I won’t know about HIV for about six months.”

I walked away from her and went down into my basement workshop.  I checked the recordings and found nothing of interest and then I went to work on the hope chest I was making for Ann until Betsy called me to dinner.

Betsy stayed out of my way for the next two days and didn’t speak to me unless spoken to.  The recordings had nothing of interest on those two days.  The clinic called on Thursday and told me that I had tested clean for STDs but reminded me that it could be six months or longer before we would know about HIV.  When I got home that night I gave Betsy the news about the STD tests and she gave me an “I told you so” look.

The only thing of note on the recordings that day was a call from Scott.

“Just calling to see how things are going.”

“They aren’t, but I won’t give up”

“I miss you sweet cakes and so do some of the other guys.”

“That’s sweet of you, but I meant what I told you.  No more no matter which way it goes.”

“I’m still going to check in from time to time.”

“Please don’t Scott, let it go.”

“Talk to you later sweet cakes.  Bye.”

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I had been doing a lot of thinking since my visit to the attorney and what it all boiled down to is that I didn’t want to lose my kids.  And they were my kids regardless of what DNA might say.  I was in the delivery room when they came into the world and they had been the apples of my eye ever since.  The odds were damned good that I would lose them in a divorce unless I could prove Betsy an unfit mother and I knew that was impossibility.  Betsy would die for those kids and I knew it. 

The fact that I wouldn’t give up the kids narrowed my options.  In fact, I didn’t have any options at all.  To keep the kids meant no divorce and no divorce meant that I was going to have to forge a new relationship with my adulterous wife.  I would have to give Betsy enough of a relationship that SHE wouldn’t give up and go for the divorce.  I was going to have to let her do what she told the Scott guy she was going to do – save her marriage.  I’d have to let her, but I didn’t have to let her have an easy time of it.

Friday morning Betsy slipped into the bedroom and woke me up with a blow job and when I was good and hard she moved up and sat down on my cock and rode me cowgirl until I felt the need for release and then I rolled her over and fucked her until I came.  As soon as I got my rocks off I got off of her and went and took my morning shower.  Not a word had been spoken between us.

Over breakfast Betsy told us that she was going to spend the weekend with her mother again.  Jason asked why he, Ann and Steven couldn’t go and Betsy said:

“I want you to spend as much time with your father as you can.”

The way she said it – her tone and facial expression – said “while you can.”  It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her just what she meant by that, but then I realized that it wasn’t something that could be brought up in front of the kids.  Betsy read my facial expression right and she said to me:

“We will talk Sunday night when I get home.”

“You don’t need to leave.  What you are trying to avoid wasn’t going to happen anyway.”

“That’s nice to know, but I still want you to have plenty of quality time with the kids.”

Then she got busy packing lunches for the kids to take to school.

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I was snowed under at work so I didn’t spend anytime thinking of Betsy and our situation and then I had a really busy weekend with the kids.  Every time I started to think of Betsy and her cryptic remarks one of the kids would run up to me and I’d forget about Betsy and concentrate on what was at hand.  Betsy called me on my cell around noon on Sunday and asked if she should make dinner or was I going to feed the kids while we were out and I told her we would eat before we came home.

When we did get home the kids were glad to see Betsy and she played with them right up till their bedtime.  She told me that she would put them to bed and then she told me to open a bottle of wine and wait for her in the kitchen.  I opened a bottle of white wine for her, but got myself a beer and then I sat down and waited.  She came into the kitchen, took the chair across from me, poured herself a glass of wine and then took a sip.  She set the glass down and said:

“This is going to be confrontational and I’m going to say up front that I fully realize that this mess is of my own making and that you did not do the least little thing wrong.  I’m at fault and I fully admit it.  That said I’m going to set the record straight on a few things.  We will start with your conditions for my being able to stay.  You caught me by surprise that Friday night and I never got to a point where I could recover.  You did what you did and then turned me over to Dave and Ben and there wasn’t any space where I could gain control.  The same was true with Danny.  It all happened too quickly for me to do anything.

“Sunday night when you laid down your conditions on me staying I was still a little too numb from my weekend at Danny’s to do much more than listen.  When you told me that you would be giving me to Danny on the weekends I thought to myself, “The hell you are.”  After you went to work in the morning I packed my bags and was going to move out, but then I saw that you had found my stash and I broke down and cried.  Not because you had found the stash, but because you had found the notebook and knew just how much of a slut I had become.

“I still could have gone because you didn’t get all the money – I still had some in a safe deposit box.  But then I thought that if I took off I’d have to pick the kids up from school and take them with me and at that point I knew that I couldn’t leave.  Whatever else I had done to you I couldn’t take the kids away from you too.  You won’t take my word for it that you are their father, but even if by some million to one shot you aren’t their father you are still their daddy.  I’ve watched you with them all these years and I know how strong the attachment is between the four of you.  I could not bring myself to take them away from you so I unpacked and made up my mind to make the best of a bad situation.

“The next thing I had to consider was your deal with Danny.  It wasn’t going to happen.”

She set her purse on the table, opened it and took out a knife.

“Danny and whoever he had with him would have left blood on the floor when they tried to take me with them.  But then I rethought that and decided that it would just be easier not to be here.

“Next, there is this thing about you “allowing me to stay.”  I know how the courts are loaded in the woman’s favor and if you tried to put me out I would get a lawyer and you would be living in an apartment somewhere and the kids and I would be living here in the house.  I don’t want that and I don’t think that you do either.  For one thing it is almost certain that the order giving me temporary custody of the kids and the house would say that you were to have visitation rights and I would have a say in when you could have access and if you pissed me off too much you better believe that I would have all kinds of reasons as to why this date or that time wouldn’t work.  Does it sound like I might use the kids as a club?  Bet your ass it does.

“And that brings us to the next item on my list.  I know you don’t believe it, but I do love you and I have since our very first date.  I know how you feel about me right now and you have every right, but I am not going to go gentle into the dark night.  I love you and I’m going to do my absolute and utmost best to keep you.  I know it isn’t going to be easy, but I’m going to give it one hell of a try.

“The last thing I’m going to bring up is sex.  You said you were never going to touch me again, but so far you have not pushed me away when I’ve paid you a visit.  I intend to keep on visiting you so get used to it.”

She went back into her purse and came out with an envelope and slid it across the table to me.

“What is it?”

“The key and the information on my safe deposit box.  Now you have it all.  What was in the vases, the accounts and now the safe deposit box.  Now I don’t have any running away money.  I’m here to stay.”

“You think that it is that easy?  Just tell me you are staying and that’s all there is to it?  I’d already decided I wasn’t going to put you out.  You say that you love me and are going to keep me?  How are you going to do that?  Do you have a magic wand that you can wave and make it all never have happened?  I’ve read your notebook Betsy.  One hundred and seventy-six names.  Granted that there may be a lot of duplication there, but that is still one hundred and seventy-six times that you stabbed me in the back.  And those are just the ones who paid you for it.  I have no idea how many you gave it to for free.”

She started to say something and I held up my hand to stop her.

  “Don’t even try Betsy; I wouldn’t believe you anyway.  I remember the way you behaved with Barry in Sam’s pool.  You slapped his hand away when he got it inside your bikini top, but I betting that you only did it because of all the people around.  Say what you want, but after that fucking Christmas kiss and what I saw in Sam’s pool I’ll never believe that didn’t fuck him a time or two.  How many other guys I know have you spread your legs for?  How many guys I know smile at me and say “Hi Rob” while they are smiling inwardly and thinking “I fucked your wife you clueless simpleton.”  Do you have a magic potion that I can drink that will wipe all of that out of my mind? 

“You can work as hard at it as you want Betsy, but I’m gone as far as any meaningful relationship with you is concerned.  I won’t push you away when you come into the bedroom for sex because I like sex too much and giving in to you is easier than going out and trying to hook up with some one, but make no mistake about it Betsy – there won’t be any love or affection there; just some sexual relief.”

I slid the envelope with the safe deposit box key in it back to her and she looked at it for several seconds and then pushed it back to me.

“I’m staying Rob and I will get you back.  You can bet on it.”

She got up and started to leave the room.  When she got to the door she turned back toward me and said:

“Believe it or not Rob, but I never had sex with Barry and I’ve never knowingly had sex with anyone you know.  I could never do that to you.  I did my best to make sure that you would never know about what I was doing and doing guys you know would be an almost sure way to see that you would eventually find out.  As for Barry; you already know what an ass he is.  If I had done him don’t you think he would have found little ways to get his digs in?  Goodnight Rob.”

She was right about Barry.  If she had done him he would have found ways to be around me so he could smile at me while he was doing her.  Then again, maybe she was doing him and told him that he would never get another sniff if she found out he was playing games with me.  I’d probably never know the real truth of it.

At the end of the week I got the DNA test results and it showed that all three kids were indeed mine, but that didn’t keep me from fucking with Betsy.  It was cruel of me and I knew it, but I owed her.

“I got the results from the DNA tests back today.”

“I told you that the kids were yours.”

“And I told you that I didn’t believe anything you say and I was right not to.  According to the tests Ann is not mine.  Think on that Betsy.  Think on that and try to figure out which of the one hundred and seventy-six names in your notebook is her father.”

Betsy got up and ran crying from the room.  I smiled!

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For the next two years Betsy and I occupied the same house and to all outside appearances we were a happy couple.  Betsy took care of the house and continued to be a great mother to the kids, did her best to spoil me rotten and she came into my bedroom three and sometimes four times a week.  She swallowed when she gave me head and several times she asked me to take her butt.  I never knew whether she was developing a liking for it or was just doing it because she wanted to please me.  The truth was that I didn’t care all that much for it.  I made a big stink over it only because I’d always wanted to try it to see what it was like and she had always refused and then I found out that she freely (well not really “free”) let others have it.

 There had been some warming in the relationship and I had to admit that there was a possibility that we would eventually get back to something close to what we had before I found out about her secret life.  In fact there was a very good chance.  I had loved her for a long time and love is something that you can’t just turn off like the lights.  You can’t “un-remember” all the good times.  The bad things can bury the good things, but there is always a bit of the good that will leak through the bad every once in a while.

And then one day at work Sam came into my office and closed the door behind him

“This is a little personal Rob, but I have to ask.  How are you and Betsy getting along?”

I’d known Sam and his wife Della a long time and I wasn’t going to lie to the man.

“Not all that great.  Why?”

“Della saw her going into a motel room with a man last Friday.  I thought you should know.”

“Thanks Sam.  I can’t say that it comes as a surprise.”

“Sorry Rob.  No one likes to be the bearer of bad news, but then not everyone has a brother like mine.”

“Your brother?  What does he have to do with it?”

“My brother is HIV positive thanks to his wife.  I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.  If you wife is doing what it looks like she is doing you should know so that you can take the necessary steps.  Again Rob, I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay Sam.  I’d rather know than not know.”

He left my office and as soon as the door closed behind him I reached for the Yellow Pages.

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It took some time to get the timing right, but it all fell into place on a bright June Wednesday.  I was in the house watching when Betsy pulled into the driveway and pushed the button on her garage door opener.  The garage door didn’t open so she parked, got out of the car and came up to the front door.  She took out her key, but it wouldn’t fit into the lock.  She kept trying to push it in and didn’t notice the man coming up the walk until he started climbing the porch steps.  She turned to him and he handed her an envelope and then turned and walked away.

Betsy watched him walk away and then she opened the envelope and read the divorce papers and the restraining order.  She found that she was being sued for divorce on the grounds of Infidelity, that I had been given temporary custody of the three minor children and the use of the family residence until the courts could render a decision.

 The restraining order stated that she was not to have any contact with me or the three minor children unless my attorney, a Child Protection Services employee or an employee of the court were present.  She was enjoined to stay at least 500 feet away from the house, me or the three minor children until the courts ordered otherwise.  She was to contact the court to arrange to get her personal property from the home. 

I opened the door and Betsy turned to look at me through the screen door and I asked:

“Have a good time at the Marriott today Betsy?  I suggest that you get off the porch as quickly as you can.  You are violating the restraining order” and I closed and locked the door.

I watched through the living room window as she got in her car, backed out onto the street, drove about half a block away and parked.  Several moments later the phone rang.  I picked it up and said:

“Yes?”

“We need to talk Rob.  You are making a big mistake here and we need to talk before it goes any farther.”

“It is way too late for talk Betsy.”

“You will never be able to make infidelity stick Rob.  We need to talk and I’ll explain why.”

“You read the restraining order Betsy.  In fact you are violating it right now.  No contact without my lawyer being present.”

“You don’t want your lawyer hearing what I have to say.  Give me half an hour Rob.  You really do need to hear what I have to say before this goes any farther than it already has.”

Oh what the hell I thought; give her the thirty minutes and be done with it.

“All right Betsy, you get thirty minutes.  I’ll meet you at the Denny’s on 8^th and Walnut in ten minutes.”

“I’d rather do it here.”

“And I would rather do it where I have a room full of witnesses.  Denny’s in ten minutes or no meeting.  Your choice.”

“Damn it Ro…”

I didn’t hear the rest because I hung up.  Twenty seconds later the phone rang again.

“Yes?”

“Okay Rob, Denny’s in ten minutes.”

As I drove over to Denny’s I thought back on the last ten days.  After Sam talked to me I hired a private detective and it only took him a day to find out that Betsy was back in business.  In that ten days Betsy had seen six customers counting the one she saw at the Marriott that afternoon.  As soon as the detective confirmed what Sam had told me I had gotten an attorney and started the ball rolling.

I lined up a locksmith who could get to the house quickly when I called and then I settled back to wait.  Once the divorce papers were ready all I needed was for Betsy to go meet one of her customers.  When the PI called me at twelve-thirty and told me that Betsy was doing business at the Marriott I called the locksmith, took the rest of the day off and hurried home so that I could be there when Betsy came home.  And the best part?  What I paid the attorney, the locksmith and the private detective came from the money I’d taken from Betsy.

She was sitting in a booth when I got there.  I sat down opposite her and said:

“Okay, you have thirty minutes, but first I have a question for you.  When did you go back to whoring?”

“I never stopped.  You aren’t as clever as you think Rob.  You slipped up the night you gave me to Danny.  You said you heard Scott say that I didn’t do blacks and later when you made me suck your cock after you did my ass you told me that I did it for Scott so I would damned well do it for you.  With everything being pushed at me that night it didn’t register, but two days later I remembered you saying it.  The only time I said that to Scott was on the phone and the only way you could have known how I cleaned off Scott’s cock was to have seen it.

“You had to be listening and watching.

“I noticed that you went down to your workshop every night as soon as you got home so I called Scott.  He came over and shut off the main breaker on the box outside the house.  He told me not to talk in case you had VORs in the house and then we went down in the basement and started looking.  We found your recorders.  Scott told me not to panic.  He said whatever cameras you had, even if they had their own power supply, wouldn’t show anything because your recorders were plugged into the house’s circuits and with the power off at the main breaker box the recorders wouldn’t record what the cameras saw.   He left and came back two hours later with a nanny cam and we set it up where it would see what you were doing.  He left and turned the power back on and I went through the house and reset all the clocks, VCRs and things. 

“Two days later Scott came back and we checked out our system and it showed us where you kept you recordings.  Once we knew that we got our system out of the house so you wouldn’t accidently find it.  After that Scott and some of the others would call me once or twice a week so I could say “no way” for your phone tap.  I figured the phone calls and giving you part of what I had in a safe deposit box would satisfy you that I had given up my playing.  And of course I had to give up my playing at home.”

“So it was all just a front.  All of that “I love you and want to stay with you” was all just more bullshit!”

“You know better than that Rob.  I meant every word.  I do love you, but I want – or maybe that is need – more cock than you can give me plus I get that extra charge out of them having to pay me for it.  But none of that is why I needed to talk to you.  You can’t make infidelity stick Rob.  I took all of your recordings and replaced them with blank discs and cassettes.  And the only way you could know about the Marriott this afternoon was to have me followed.  Probably by a private detective, but he can’t know what went on in that room.  By the time we get to court I’ll have a very plausible excuse for meeting men in hotel and motel rooms.  Some sort of Mary Kay for men or something like that.

“The bottom line is that you can’t prove infidelity so in the end I’ll get the kids, the house, alimony and child support and you will end up in a one bedroom apartment somewhere.  Do you really want that?”

I chuckled at that and asked, “What do I do for a living Betsy?”

“You work with computers.”

“Yes I do and what is my mantra Betsy.  What is the one thing I am constantly harping on even on our computer at home?”

I saw the confusion on her face and said:

 “Back up your data.  Always back up your data.  You must have heard me say that a thousand times.  I have backups of my backups Betsy, and even if I didn’t the recordings of you and your tricks were in a safe deposit box long before you put your nanny cam in place.  Apparently you didn’t look at the discs you took or all you would have seen was you working around the house.

“As far as knowing what went on in hotel rooms is concerned we have all we need.  The PI followed a couple of your tricks home.  Two of them are married and have kids and they have agreed to sign affidavits in exchange for us not telling their families where they had been and why.

“As far as the kids are concerned the odds are not good that you will ever be allowed to see them unsupervised.  And custody?  In this day and age?  With Aids and other easily transmitted sexual diseases?  The one thing that stood out on the recordings I have of you and your customers is that you never used a condom.  You think the courts are going to just hand over kids to a paid whore who doesn’t even use minimum protection.  You think they won’t consider the likelihood that you could pass a disease to the kids?  Maybe they will, but I’m betting that they won’t.  You have anything else you want to say before I go?”

“Don’t do this Rob.  Please don’t do this.  I love you Rob and you know I do.”

“Maybe you do Betsy, but not enough.  Not near enough or you wouldn’t take chances with my life.”

“Take chances with your life?”

“What if you contract HIV and cut yourself while slicing an onion or something for dinner and the blood gets on something I touch or the kids touch?  There are all kinds of ways you could pass what you might have to us.  I’m quite possibly being extremely paranoid here, but it is my life and I want to hang on to it for as long as I can and I want my children to all reach at least eighty.  I can increase the odds for the kids and me by eliminating you from our lives.

“We would have been fine if you had put an end to your whoring when you first got caught Betsy.  I was coming around and we would have been all right.  I guess the only good thing to come out of this is that you have a trade to fall back on now that you are out on your own.  You fucked away your family Betsy; you literally fucked away your family.  I just hope all the orgasms and enjoyment that you got out of it were worth it to you.  Next time you have something to say to me make sure that you go through my attorney.”

I got up and left her sitting there looking like she had just been run over by a train.

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Betsy fought the divorce, but it did her no good.  She got fifty percent of the assets, but she didn’t get alimony or part of my pension.  I got the kids and she got limited visitation rights.  She was not allowed to have them overnight and her visits with them had to be supervised.  She couldn’t kiss them and she had to wear latex gloves when touching them and would have to continue to do so until she can furnish the court with two years of tests proving that she is free of STDs, specifically HIV.

She is living in the one bedroom apartment that she threatened me with.  She is working at Wal-Mart and I don’t have a clue as to whether or not she still plays for pay, but I don’t care either.  I miss her and I suppose a part of me will always love her – at least the “her” I knew before I found out about her secret life.

The hardest part of this is what do you tell your kids?  Right now all they know is that mommy isn’t living with us, but they don’t know why.  What do you tell them when they are old enough to understand?