I found out strictly by accident. My boss had been in an automobile accident and his car had to be towed. He called me and asked me to come pick him up. As he was climbing into my car I saw my wife and my cousin Jamie walking into the Denny’s restaurant across the street. Alarm bells started ringing in my head. My wife and my cousin were quite verbal about their dislike for each other so what were they doing together and why were they holding hands? I was not at all happy as I pondered the possible answers to that question.

Seeing Helen and Jamie holding hands stayed with me for the rest of the day and I was not in the best of moods when I went home that night. Helen was in the kitchen fixing dinner when I got there and she came over to me and kissed me on the cheek as I got a beer out of the fridge.

"How was your day baby?" she asked.

"Same old, same old. Work like a dog to get a job done on time and then have some clown who doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground pick it to death. How about you? Do anything interesting today?"

Helen laughed, "Only if you call cleaning house and doing the laundry interesting."

"Don’t you ever go out of the house?"

"No. There isn’t anywhere I want to go."

"I don’t think I could stand being cooped up inside all day."

"I don’t stay inside silly, I spend a lot of time out on the deck working on my tan. And besides, if I went out I would miss my soap operas."

"I’m going over to Jamie’s for a while after dinner. I want to borrow his router. You want to come along?"

"You know better than that baby. He’s an asshole and I can’t stand him. You know that."

"Yeah, I keep forgetting."

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"I need the bits for making round corners and trimming Formica," I said as Jamie got the router out from under the workbench.

"No problem. I’ll just give you the whole case that has all my router bits in it. That way we can keep them all together. That do it?"

"Yeah, that’s all I should need."

"You want a beer?"

"I could use one."

Half an hour later sitting at Jamie’s kitchen table I said, "Can you tell me something cuz? Why can’t you and Helen get along?"

"Truth time?"

"Anything else wouldn’t mean spit."

"She’s a stuck up bitch and I can’t stand to be around her."

"Too bad. It bugs me that my two favorite people can’t get along."

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It wasn’t as expensive as I had thought it would be or as difficult to do as I had expected and two days later I had a voice activated tape recorder hooked up to the phone line. The next day when I got home from work I waited until Helen was doing the dinner dishes and I went and got the tape out of the recorder and put in a fresh tape. In my basement workshop I put the tape into a tape player and listened to the days phone calls. One call from her mother, two calls from telephone solicitors and then:

"Hello?"

"Hi baby."

"Good morning lover, miss me?"

"You know I do."

"When am I going to see you again?"

"I can’t get off work today so it won’t be until tomorrow."

"God baby, it isn’t fair. I’m so horny right now that I could just scream. I need your cock lover, and your fingers and your tongue."

"You will just have to wait until tomorrow or settle for Bob when he gets home from work."

"But he doesn’t light me up like you do."

"Sorry love, but I just can’t get there before tomorrow."

"Well you had better take a lot of vitamins between now and then because I’m going to wear you out when you get here."

"Promise?"

"Oh yeah baby, I promise."

"Going to suck my dick?"

"I’ll take it so far down my throat the head will be looking at the polish on my toenails and then I’ll swallow every last drop."

"Will your pussy be hot?"

"Hot and steaming lover."

"What else?"

"I’m going to take your beautiful cock up my ass."

"Ooooh, nasty little girl."

"Yeah, but I’m your nasty little girl."

"I’ll see you tomorrow about nine."

"I’ll be waiting and my pussy will be dripping."

"Love you baby."

"Love you too. Bye."

I sat there staring at the tape player and trying to hold my rage in check. The fucking whore could swallow every drop of his, but she spit mine out into a rag? She could take him up the ass, but if I wanted to try anal I was a fucking disgusting pervert? I didn’t light her up? Well we would just fucking see about that. I’d light the stupid bitch up and then I’d watch her burn.

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I did my best to stay composed as I went back upstairs. "I need to run to home depot to get some Phillips head screws. You need anything while I’m out?"

"Not that I can think of, but hurry back; I’m feeling a little frisky tonight."

"Now that is what I call incentive," I said as I was thinking ‘you worthless fucking whore.’

I managed to get to Radio Shack before they closed and I bought another voice-activated tape recorder and then went back home. Helen was in the shower when I got there so I hid the recorder where I thought it would pick up most of the sound, but still stay hidden. On a whim I changed the tape in the recorder hooked to the phone line and then I went down into I went down to my workshop to check it out"

"Hello?"

"Hi lover. I just had to hear your voice again."

"Bob not there?"

"He just left to go to Home Depot. I told him to hurry back if he wants to get lucky tonight."

"You going to let him fuck my pussy?"

"I have to lover, you know I do. If I cut him off he would get curious and he might start digging and we can’t have that, now can we?"

"How long you going to make me wait before you leave him for me?"

"One more year baby, just one more year. As soon as he gets vested in his pension plan so I can get half of it in the divorce."

"That doesn’t make sense baby. The lawyer already told you he would get you the house and half of everything else. Why are you stalling over a pension that he can’t begin to draw on for another twenty-five years?"

"It is the principal of the thing lover. I earned it for having to put up with him."

"You going to be thinking of me while he is fucking you?"

"I always do baby."

"Don’t cum for him. Fake an orgasm if you have to, but don’t cum for him. Save it for me when I come over tomorrow. My cock is already hard just thinking of what we are going to do when I get there."

"I know baby, my pussy is dripping just talking to you. I need you baby, I need you bad. Get here as soon as you can. Got to go now before Bob gets home. Goodnight baby, I love you."

"I love you too baby, see you tomorrow."

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That night I found out how thin the line between love and hate can be. In the time it took me to listen to that afternoon’s tape I went from worshiping the ground that Helen walked on to wanting to put my hands around her throat and squeezing until she turned purple and died. But prison did not appeal to me (I had been there and done that and did not want to do it again) so I forced myself to put on a calm front while I figured out what to do about the situation.

The rage had to go somewhere and where it went was into the head of my dick. When I got in bed with Helen that night I just grabbed her and took her. No foreplay, no hugs, no kisses, just slam it into her and fuck. I wanted to hurt her; I wanted to punish her and somehow my cock understood that. I couldn’t cum! My cock wouldn’t let me. I stayed hard and slammed it into Helen. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes went by and I kept pounding into her. She was yelling, crying, moaning and holding onto me so tight that I couldn’t have gotten away from her if I had tried. The next day I had bruises on the backs of my legs where her heels had drummed and I had claw marks all over my ass cheeks and back.

Finally, gasping for breath, I came and wonder of wonders, Helen came at the same time – a first in our marriage! After lying next to each other and gasping for breath for several minutes Helen said, "What was that all about?"

"I just felt the need for straight-assed animal sex."

"I hope you don’t make a habit of it. It is a little on the rough side."

"Sometimes rough is good. You seemed to enjoy it."

"I loved it, I just don’t want to make a habit of it. Maybe once every couple of weeks or so. Otherwise I might have trouble walking."

"I guess that means you don’t want to suck my cock and get me hard so we can go again?"

"Sorry baby, but you did a number on my poor pussy and it is just a touch sore."

I didn’t want to hear that – I wanted it to be real sore, so sore that Jamie wouldn’t get much enjoyment out of it the next day. Maybe next time I thought as I rolled over and pretended to go to sleep.

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Helen was fixing my breakfast and packing my lunch as I took my morning shower. Just before going downstairs I turned the sound activated tape recorder on. There wasn’t any talk over breakfast and when I got up to go to work Helen leaned over to kiss me goodbye and I turned my face away and headed out.

I spent the entire day at work saying "Why me Lord, why me" to myself. How could a woman that I loved so much do to me what Helen was doing to me and with a goddamned family member for Christ’s sake! I thought about what she had said to Jamie about my pension, "I earned it for having to put up with him." What had I done to give her an attitude like that? Whatever it was it wouldn’t hold a candle to what I was going to do to her. Helen and Jamie were going to find out that I didn’t get mad, I got even and then some.

When I got home from work that night Helen was still sunning herself on the patio so I hurriedly got the tape out of the recorder attached to the phone and out of the recorder in the bedroom. I took them down to my basement workshop and put the phone tape into the player:

"Hello?"

"Hi lover, did I get you up?"

"You always get me up baby, you know that."

"Silly, you know what I mean. Are you fully awake and ready to fuck my brains out? He just left and my pussy is starved."

"Didn’t you give him some pussy last night?"

"Yes, but he wasn’t any good, as usual. But he is acting strange. I wonder if he suspects something."

"Have you given him any reason?"

"Not that I can think of."

"Just be careful. Keep on pretending that you love him, give him a little pussy every once in a while and you should be okay. But it is one more reason why you should hurry up and get out while you can still do it on your terms."

"I told you lover, I’m not leaving until I can claim half of his pension. Now will you hurry up and get over here?"

"Eager for some cock?"

"Not just cock lover, your cock."

"On the way sweetie. Bye."

"Hurry lover, bye."

I thought back to the morning when I had avoided Helen’s kiss. I was going to have to watch things like that. I had to keep her thinking that I was still her loving husband. She and Jamie had to go on thinking that I was just some stupid dumb shit cuckold.

After listening to the phone tape I headed upstairs and went out on the patio to let Helen know I was home. Helen was lying on the chaise lounge with a towel covering her lower body. I walked over to her and bent down and kissed her.

"Hi sweetie, what’s for dinner?"

"After our session last night I thought that I would be your dinner" and she pushed the towel away. She was naked from the waist down and she spread her legs wide. "I’m still so keyed up from last night that I’m hot and wet baby and it has been so long since you last licked my slit. Please baby, please?"

I knew the fucking whore was wet all right and I also knew that the wetness was what Jamie had dumped in her earlier in the day and not her natural juices which is what she wanted me to believe. I knew the bitch was going to get off on having me lick up her lover’s leavings and it was just one more thing that she was going to pay for when the time came. But I had to allay her suspicion that I might be suspicious and the best way to do that was to do what she wanted. No way she would think I was on to her if I was willing to go down on her. I’d done worse things in my life, and what was important to me was that she not see it coming when I lowered the boom on her ass.

"Not here baby, let’s take it to the bedroom."

I gave her my hand and pulled her up. Then I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. I set her down on the bed and then I pushed her legs apart and looked down at her wet pussy lips. As I looked at the wetness I wondered how many times I had sucked Jamie’s juices out of her and whether or not the two of them got a chuckle out of it. Steady on Bob I said to myself as I got down and buried my face in Helen’s snatch. I out did myself that night. I brought the whore to orgasm twice with just my mouth and then I climbed aboard and gave her two more with my cock before rolling over and pretending to fall asleep.

As soon as Helen’s breathing settled and I was sure that she was asleep I eased myself out of bed and went to my workshop. I put the tape from the bedroom recorder into the player and then I listened to sixty minutes worth of what my loving wife did with my cousin Jamie. I’m sure that they were at it for a lot more that sixty minutes, but that was all the longer that the tape was. But I heard enough to feed the rage that had been festering in my heart. The derogatory remarks about me and my abilities (or lack of ability) in bed and comments on how worthless I was as a husband just firmed up my resolve to make the two of them pay dearly. As I climbed the stairs to go back up to the bedroom a plan was already taking form in my head.

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When I was younger, a lot younger, I did a very stupid thing. I got drunk one night and I stole a car and went joy riding. Being young and stupid I did not realize that when I drove that car from Detroit to Toledo I had crossed a state line and had committed a Federal offense. To make a long story short I was caught, tried and convicted.

I had the great good luck to be tried under a fairly new Federal law called the Youthful Offenders Act. Basically the YOA was a program pushed through with the thought of rehabilitation in mind. If you were between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, had no previous record and the crime for which you were arrested was non-violent in nature you could be tried under the YOA.

The act mandated a six-year sentence, hard time and parole combined, and if you completed the sentence and kept your nose clean the conviction was expunged from your record. The sentence was called a Zip Six and you were usually sent to the Federal Reformatory at Chillicothe, Ohio to serve it. While at Chillicothe they taught you a trade, worked with you to finish your high school education if you hadn't finished school and even let you take some college courses.

I did twenty-one months inside and the rest on parole and if you ran my prints now my record would come up clean – no record at all. While I was in I met a whole lot of people who had done a lot worse than I had and by the very nature of the place you developed friendships with a lot of people you never even would have looked at outside. Several years later I was sitting in a bar when some one tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see a large, hulking black man.

"Best you be careful who you be poking on the shoulder nigger," and then the two of us were in a bear hug.

Johnny Walker had been my cellmate for seventeen of the twenty-one months that I had been inside. We moved to a table and caught up on what had happened over the last several years. He found out that I was straight and I found out that he was a drug dealer. After that meeting we had kept in touch and Johnny was the man I called on to see if my plan had merit.

"You serious?"

"Serious as death."

"I can make it happen, but you best make certain sure that it is really what you want to do because once I put it in play I can’t stop it even if you decide you want to."

"No chance of that John, none at all."

"Okay then, go ahead and set it up and give me a time table to work with."

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"I had to buy you a new Formica bit" I told Jamie, "I burned up the one you gave me."

I handed him his router and his case of bits and he put them down on his workbench.

"You want a beer?"

"Yeah, I think I would like one."

He popped the tops on two Buds and we sat down at his kitchen table. I put my briefcase on the table and opened it. I took out a set of drawings and handed them to him and asked him to look them over.

"It is a gun cabinet that I’m going to build and I can’t make up my mind what wood to use. You have any suggestions?"

We talked for a bit about the project and then I put the drawings back in the briefcase. I looked around in it like I was looking for something and then I asked, "Have you got an envelope and a piece of paper I can borrow?"

"I should have, let me go look."

A minute or so later he came back with a legal sized envelope and a sheet of paper and set them down on the table. We talked some more and then he got up to use the bathroom and as soon as he was out of the room I took a latex glove out of my pocket, picked up the envelope and sheet of paper and put them in my case. Then I hurried to the family room and grabbed one of his videotapes and dropped it in the briefcase, dropped the latex glove on top of it and then closed the case. When Jamie came back I finished my beer, said goodnight and headed on home. For the next step I had to wait until Jamie’s company sent him out of town on business.

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For the next two weeks I checked the tapes daily to keep up with what the two of them were up to and then what I was waiting for happened. Jamie was sent out of town on a two-day business trip and the day before he was due back I made my move against Helen.

It was a Wednesday and I came home from work and entered the house and Helen came up to me and went to put her arms around me and I stiff-armed her. She stumbled backwards, lost her balance and fell on her ass.

"Damn it Bob, what did you do that for? What the hell is wrong with you?"

I ignored her and headed for the basement. She picked herself up off the floor and followed me down calling me an asshole and other things. I went into the storage area of the basement and grabbed two suitcases and when she saw that she shut up. I tossed one of them at her, "Get your miserable ass upstairs and start packing."

"Have you gone crazy Bob? What the hell is wrong with you?"

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along behind me to my workshop where I pushed her down in a chair. I hit the play button on the tape player, "Jesus Jamie, that feels so damned good. That’s it lover, push that cock in my ass. Damn, but I do love you in my butt."

I hit the stop button and said, "What is going on you cheating whore is that I’m packing you up and then I’m taking you and that tape over to your parents house. Then I’m going to play them that tape and a half a dozen more just like it for your mom and dad and then I’m going to drive off and leave your ass there. Next, I’m going to get a lawyer and get rid of your sorry ass."

"Oh God no, please Bobby, don’t do that. Please Bobby, not my mom and dad. It would kill them."

"Good! Seeing it happen will make you suffer just that much more."

"No Bobby, don’t. It isn’t what you think."

"It is what I know Helen, not what I think. You have been fucking my cousin Jamie for God knows how long and I’ve got the last six weeks of it on tape."

"Bobby please, believe me, it isn’t what you think. Yes, Jamie has been sleeping with me, but it isn’t because I love him. I love you Bobby, not Jamie. Honest to God Bobby, I love you."

"You expect me to believe that shit after what I’ve listened to you saying on those tapes?"

"It is true Bobby, honest to God. What I said I had to say to keep Jamie happy and I had to keep him happy because he was blackmailing me."

"Over what?"

"I got drunk at a party one night and a guy took advantage of me and Jamie took a picture of it. He threatened to show it to you unless I let him make love to me.

"Bullshit Helen. You could have told me about it and I would have been a little pissed, but we could have worked it out."

"I didn’t think we could because more than one guy took advantage of me that night, it was three of them, and in Jamie’s photos it looks like I’m willing. I wasn’t, I swear to God I wasn’t, but from the angles Jamie shot from it looks like I was having a good time. I wasn’t Bobby, please honey, you have to believe me."

I didn’t believe her, not for one fucking minute, but part of my plan for the cheating bitch depended on her trying to convince me that she loved me and only me and that she would do anything to keep us together.

"No Helen, I can’t believe that. No way I can believe that after I heard all those things that you had to say about me and what a miserable husband I am."

"I’ll do what ever you want to prove it Bobby, anything that you want."

"Really?

"Yes Bobby, really. Whatever I have to do to prove to you that I love you I will."

"Go on upstairs and move yourself into the spare bedroom. You stay there while I think on it."

When she was gone I took out my cell phone and called John and when he answered I said, "It’s a go. I’ll bring her buy tomorrow morning."

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The next morning Helen was in the kitchen sipping coffee and she looked at me apprehensively when I came into the room. I looked at her for several very long seconds and then said, "I’ve decided what I’m going to do. You have one chance and one chance only. You do exactly what I tell you when I tell you and then we can try to put things back together. Balk at anything I tell you to do and we are on our way to see your mom and dad to visit and listen to some real fun tapes, understood?"

"What are you going to do?"

"You will find out when I do it. Yes or no?"

"Yes, of course Bobby, I’ll do whatever you say."

"Good. Come on into the den."

She followed me into the den and I pointed at a sheet of paper lying on the center of the desk pad. "Sign your first name on the bottom."

"What is it?"

" It is your confession. In it you admit to what you and Jamie have been doing. You sign it and it goes into a safe deposit box. If you ever fuck around on me again that confession and the tapes I have will be all that I need to get a divorce without you being able to rape me financially."

Helen picked it up to read it and I said, "Put it down and sign it."

"But I haven’t read it."

"Doesn’t matter. Sign it or go upstairs and pack your bags."

She put it down and signed it and then I told her to fold it and put it in the envelope lying on the desk. After she had that done I told her to get dressed, that we were going out.

"Where?"

"What did I tell you Helen? What I tell you, when I tell you and no back talk – do it!"

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To understand this next part you only need to know that Helen and her family are from the South. She was born and raised in Bluefield, West Virginia and when she was sixteen the family moved north and brought their racial attitudes with them. The look on Helen’s face when John answered the door was one of confusion and disbelief. She knew that I knew how she felt about blacks so why had I brought her to this place? I smiled as I thought about what was in store for her.

"What is going on here Bobby?"

"A little punishment Helen. You are going to be punished and at the same time give me a club that I will be able to hold over your head for the rest of your life. But first we are going to do a quick test on you for sexually transmitted diseases. John here is a doctor who lost his license when he got caught playing games with prescription drugs. He has a lab in his basement and he is going to find out if Jamie has shared anything with you. I’m not going to send you to a regular clinic because I don’t want everybody else to know that I’m married to a cheating whore."

She had the good grace to wince when I said that and she offered no resistance when I took her hand and led her to a chair and had her sit down. John came into the room with two vials and a syringe and then he carefully took enough blood to fill the two vials and then he left the room with them. I was counting on Helen being so shook up by what was going on that she wouldn’t realize that there wasn’t any way that John could run immediate STD tests.

As soon as John was out of the room I said, "I don’t believe one word that you have said to me Helen, not one stinking word. I think you are just stalling for time until Jamie gets home so you can run to him."

"No Bobby, that’s not true, I swear it."

"Swear all you want Helen, but I didn’t hear anything being forced on you when I listened to those tapes. In fact I heard an awful lot of you begging for what he had to offer. You swallowed his cum but you always spit mine out into a rag. You were happy to let him have your ass, but whenever I wanted to try anal you told me that it was disgusting and that I was a pervert for even wanting to try. And what about that bit about my pension?"

"He wanted me to leave you for him Bobby. I had to stall him until I could find a way out of the mess I was in."

"No Helen, sorry, but I just don’t believe you."

"I swear to God Bobby, I love you and only you."

I sat there and stared at her for a couple of moments and then I said, "Okay Helen, I’m going to give you a chance to prove that you want to stay with me more than anything else in the world. You won’t like it, in fact you will probably hate it, but it is what you are going to have to do to prove to me that you aren’t lying to me and just trying to stall until Jamie gets home."

"What do I have to do?"

"You are going to fuck John while I videotape it. If you ever go near Jamie or any other man again the tape of you and John will be sent to your parents and every other living relative that you have.

"Oh God Bobby, I can’t do that, he’s a nigger."

"Exactly Helen, just what your family would love to see."

"Please Bobby, don’t make me do it."

"Okay. Grab your purse and let’s get going."

"Where?"

"To visit mom and dad, show them your written confession, listen to some tapes and let them know that you are moving back in with them."

She looked at me and I saw the resignation come into her eyes and then she said, "What do I have to do?"

"Just do what you do with Jamie and what you did with those first three guys you told me about. Suck him, fuck him with your pussy and ass and pretend that you are loving every second of it. Somewhere along the way I want you to tell John how happy you are that Jamie made you fuck him. Then John is going to say, "But what about your husband? Doesn’t he care that you are a slut?" and you are going to say, The stupid shit doesn’t have a clue."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I said to."

"But why?"

"If I ever catch you with Jamie or anyone else not only will your parents see the tape but I will use it to get a divorce and the more callous it looks and sounds the better it will be for my case."

"Please Bobby, anything else, but don’t make me do this."

"It is only another cock Helen and by now you should be used to cocks other than mine. Now, before John gets back, yes or no?"

I saw a tear forming in her left eye and she said, "All right, I’ll do it, but only to show you how far I’m willing to go to show you that I love you."

John came back into the room while Helen was drying her eyes with a hanky and he said, "She checks out clean."

"Good. She has agreed to her punishment so let’s take it to the bedroom."

On the way to the bedroom I said to Helen, "John’s never had a white woman before and I want you to make sure that he has a memorable experience. Enthusiastic participation Helen. Anything less and we are on our way to visit your parents."

While John and Helen moved toward the bed I set up the video camera and with my back to Helen I took a latex glove out of my pocket, put it on and loaded the tape that I had taken from Jamie’s entertainment center. I took the glove off and turned around, "Okay guys, as they say on the Hollywood film sets, lights, camera, action!"

Helen stood there while John undressed her and then she undressed him. She went to her knees in front of him and helped him step out of his trousers. His cock bobbed in front of her and John put a hand on the back of Helen’s head. She knew what was expected of her and she opened her mouth and let him push it in. She might have hated blacks, but she could give great head and I had warned her to be enthusiastic and so she went to work on him. John was loving it. It took her about five minutes to get him off and when I saw the cum leak out of the corners of her mouth I knew that I was going to keep a copy of the tape.

John pulled his limp cock out of her mouth and helped her stand up and then he pushed her back onto the bed and went down on her. He did such a good job that she either forgot that she didn’t like blacks or she forgot that he was black. Her hands gripped the back of John’s head and she pulled his face into her cunt.

"Oh yes, oh yes, like that, right there, just like that" she moaned and she hunched her hips up at his face. John’s cock began to grow and he redoubled his efforts on Helen’s box and as soon as he brought her to orgasm he pulled his face away from her and mounted her.

Helen grunted as John drove into her and then her legs came up and locked around his waist.

"God bitch, but your pussy is so fucking tight. I would have thought from the way Jamie said he was always fucking you that you would be a lot looser."

"Stop talking lover, just fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me cum. I need to cum baby, I need it bad."

John picked up speed as he pounded into Helen and she moaned, "That’s it baby, that’s it, hard baby, push it deep. You feel good baby, I’m glad that Jamie is making me fuck you."

"Damn, but you are one hot fucking slut. Does your husband know what a slut you are?"

"The stupid fuck hasn’t got a clue. Forget about him and fuck me, fuck me hard honey, fuck me hard and make me cum."

John did make her cum and then he had her suck him hard again and he fucked her for a second time. He want to go a third time, but Helen said no.

"No more lover, no more now. I need to beat my stupid fucking husband home."

I turned the camera off and said, "Okay John, she’s all yours now."

John pushed Helen back down on the bed and put two fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle. A couple of moment’s later three black men entered the room and started to undress. Helen looked at them, looked at me and then back to them:

"Bobby? What’s going on here Bobby?"

"Just some friends of John’s who have never fucked a white woman. When you are done with them they are going to show you their appreciation by taking you on a sea cruise. You have always wanted to see Africa, haven’t you?"

I saw her eyes go wide as the implication of what I’d just said registered and she started to struggle, but the three men were already on her. As I walked out of John’s bedroom I heard Helen crying out, "Bobby? Bobby? For God’s sake Bobby don’t leave me here. Please Bobby, come back."

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I collected the vials of blood from John’s refrigerator and was putting them in the camera bag when John came into the kitchen.

"She seems to have quieted down some."

"She has a mouthful right now if you take my meaning."

"What’s the plan from this point?"

"When they have drained themselves they will smuggle her onto their ship and by this time next month they will have sold her to some whore house in some godforsaken African country. There is a nine man crew on the ship and she will be well broken in by the time they sell her off."

"Thanks bud, I owe you a big one. Now I’m going to take care of my asshole cousin."

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I had a key to Jamie’s place and he had one to mine. Whenever one of us would be gone for more that a couple of days, like a vacation maybe, we kept an eye on each other’s place. I parked around the corner from Jamie’s since I didn’t want my car to be seen there – not this time. Jamie never drove his car out to the airport and left it parked there. He always caught a cab downtown and then caught the airport shuttle from there. I walked to his place, put on a pair of latex gloves and let myself in and went to work.

I went to the bedroom and taking out a vial of Helen’s blood I dropped some in several places around the bed and then I got a wet rag and did a half-assed job of trying to clean it up. Next I went to the kitchen drawer where Jamie kept a spare set of keys to his car and then I went out into the garage and opened the trunk of the car. Right where Helen’s head would have been had she been stuffed into the trunk I poured some blood out of the vial onto the trunk mat. I took some of Helen’s hair out of a little plastic bag and dropped them into the trunk and then closed it.

I splashed some of the remaining blood on the floor in a line from the door into the house to the trunk of the car and then I got down on the floor and did a shitty job of trying to clean it up. I put the rags in a trash bag and then pushed the bag down to the bottom of a garbage can. Lastly I took the letter that I’d had Helen sign and I put it together with the videotape under the front seat of the car and then I locked the place up and went on home.

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The next day I took a half-day off work to go to a doctor’s appointment. There was nothing wrong with me, but I needed the cover for the day. I needed to be home when Jamie called and I needed to be there in case he decided to come by. If he did he would see my pickup and keep on going. The first call came around noon:

"Hey babe, you there? Pick up the phone lover. Okay, I’ll try later."

An hour later he called again:

"Helen? You there? Answer the phone babe. I’m back and I’m horny as hell and I want to come over."

One more call came in at three:

"Helen? Damn it, where are you?"

That was enough to suit my purpose and I turned off the answering machine. I sat at the front window and watched, but Jamie never drove by. At five I left the house and drove over to Jamie’s and acted as if I was just stopping by on my way home from work. We had a beer and I asked him if he had given any more thought to what I should build my gun cabinet out of and we talked about that for a bit and then I said that I needed to get home to Helen.

Five minutes after getting home I called Jamie on the phone and after the greetings were out of the way I said, "Jamie, just what the fuck have you been up to?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that Helen isn’t here and there is a message from you on the answering machine saying that you are horny and want to come over. What the fuck is going on?"

"Hey man, I don’t know what you are talking about" he said and I hung up on him.

I jumped back in my pickup and drove over to Jamie’s and when he answered the door I pushed past him, "Where is she?"

"Where is who?"

"Don’t give me any of that shit. You know damned well who. She isn’t at home and I have three calls on the answering machine from you and one of then says that you are horny and want to come over."

He protested and I ignored him and I went through his place room by room. I even looked under the bed and in the closets and behind the shower curtain. "Satisfied?" he said as I was getting ready to leave. "Not by a long shot cousin, not by a long shot."

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I drove home and watched TV for a while and then I called the police and reported my wife missing and then I told them that I suspected foul play. I told the cops when they got there that Helen had not been home when I got there. I played them the tape from the answering machine for them, told them whose voice it was.

"I don’t know about you, but that third call sounds pretty angry to me. I drove over to his place expecting to catch my wife there with him. I didn’t find her but I did see what I think were blood stains on his bedroom rug."

After that things happened fast. The police paid Jamie a visit with a search warrant and in no time they found the blood on the carpet, on the garage floor and the blood and hair in the truck of his car. They found the letter and the tape under the front seat of the car. The letter had only Jamie’s and Helen’s finger prints on it and the tape was covered with Jamie’s prints. The letter said:

Jamie,

I’m putting this in a letter because I’m too scared to tell you face to face. I remember how bad you beat me the last time and I don’t want it to happen again. I warned you to use condoms, but you wouldn’t and now I’m pregnant. I don’t know what to do. I won’t have an abortion like you made me do the last time. Damn it Jamie, what am I going to tell Bob. We both know he is sterile so he is going to know that the baby isn’t his. I’m scared Jamie. What are we going to do?"

Helen

The only question the detective had for me was why she would type the letter out on a computer, why hadn’t she hand written it? I showed him a sample of her handwriting. It was barely legible.

"If she wanted him to understand what she wrote she had to type it out. Her printing isn’t any better."

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It is very hard to get a murder conviction without a body and Helen’s was nowhere to be found. But they had circumstantial evidence up the kazoo and it was enough for the jury. I was sitting in the courtroom the day Jamie was found guilty and I was there the day he was sentenced to life with no possibility of parole.

Occasionally I wonder who got the worst of the deal, Jamie or Helen, but then I have to smile because I really don’t give a shit because I do know who got the best of it.