Isabella Pt 01

Isabella Part one

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Author's Notes: These are my stories, nobody can copy or sample them.

Characters:

Teddy Benedict forty five year old husband of Beth Benedict financial consultant who works some three letter government entities

Beth Benedict forty two year old loving albeit ditzy wife of Teddy and mother of Liz and Celeste

Chapter one.

2012:

People that I work for across several agencies, respect my intelligence and ability to compartmentalize issues. I had been in the Navy and retired at the age of thirty eight. When I was in the Navy they put me through both undergrad and graduate school where I got two degrees in economics and statistics, oh and French and Spanish. My grandfather and dad spoke Bohemian which was an obscure romance language and I could understand it when hearing people speak. In French and Spanish I could read, write and speak.

Compartmentalizing things had become more difficult the older I got. It was easier when we were first married, I loved Beth. We had been stationed on the West coast when we were first married, NAS Lemoore in the San Joaquin and later at the Defense language institute in Monterrey, California.

Some ten years ago as I was beginning to do the work for the Navy in what I now do as a non-military, my life was vetted by three different agencies, one domestic, one foreign and the third was related to communication. I was based in Seattle and worked in the Federal Building on First and Marian in downtown Seattle.

My parents lived on Queen Anne Hill in the house where I was raised. I had two older brothers, one who was a guide in Homer, Alaska, for salmon fishermen, John Benedict. We do not talk much, he hated my parents as did I. My oldest Brother Bill lived in Bossier City, Louisiana. He was a writer and also hated our parents. Both had been married quite a few times and I had not seen either of them or their kids in decades.

We lived in the Mt. Baker district east of downtown Seattle in a huge old drafty house overlooking Lake Washington that Beth's grandmother sold to us after we returned from NAS Lemoore as I started school at the University of Washington.

I was summoned to the Secretary of Navy's office, the undersecretary in charge of intelligence to review my vetting for my new role. Which meant I drove to Joint Base Lewis McChord and flew to Andrews Air Force Base in a C-130 Lockheed Hercules, which was a four engine turbo prop and freezing cold.

I am a CWO4 Chief Warrant Officer in the Navy Reserve still, but I was a CW02 then. I took off at 0700 hours and arrived at Andrews at 1300 hours and was driven in a pick up to the Pentagon for a 1400 meeting with the under secretary and I was early at 1345 hours sitting next to his assistant who was banging away on her keyboard and printing a bunch of forms. She took the forms and put sticky notes on all the pages where I had to sign or put my initials on.

She put one form on a clipboard and said, "Carefully read this sign and date this. This is critical for you to read this carefully. It says that you cannot talk to anyone about what will be covered in the meeting. We will know when and if you do and will go to Leavenworth Prison for the rest of your life. Give me your phone."

It was turned off and in my brief case. I handed it to her. She took the sim card out and put both in a baggy.

I had already gone through two check points already. Three men in security uniforms with wands asked me to stand up and I was waved and patted me down.

"Mr. Benedict the secretary is ready for you now."

At this point as I entered her office I had an enormous sense of disquietude had descended on me. She was tall and in her fifties and a Rear Admiral, her name was Holland McGinnis. I walked to her desk and stood at attention and said, "Ma'am, Warrant Officer Benedict reporting as ordered."

"Mr. Benedict, I've been looking forward to meeting you. Let's go set at the table, " she gestured towards a long conference table. We walked over to the table and sat down. I put my cover on the table next to me."

"Mr. Benedict what do people call you, your friends?"

"Ma'am, two things, playing sports people called me Benny. But my family and my service friends call me Teddy."

"Teddy this is a long process and it will take us a couple of days. Tomorrow morning you will be given a polygraph, do not eat or drink coffee before the test. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How are you feeling right now Teddy?"

"The way you win at poker Ma'am is to find people's tells. Your assistant is the mother I wished I had, she looked very sad when she studied me, when she didn't think I was looking at her. I feel a sense of extreme disquietude about something in my life that I don't know about. I left this morning excited about coming here. I feel I've crossed the Rubicon and nothing will ever be the same. I can't go back and what I thought was a good future, looks anything but that."

"Teddy your service to your country has been exemplary, your service on the Oriskany was extraordinary and singular. You've taken to this new work like a duck to water. You are happily married. I would easily go to war with you aboard my ship."

Her assistant appeared with sandwiches and soup and two bottles of ginger beer, a non -alcoholic super ginger ale. The soup was navy bean soup and the sandwiches were tuna melts, my favorite.

"Teddy I love your favorites, dig in."

Within the hour my world started to disintegrate. It was discovered on my last physical that I'd had chlamydia for some time, which apparently does not present in men sometimes.

Beth had serial affairs, sometimes overlapping. She hooked up with her friend's husbands, sometimes her friend too.

She was a surrogate for her boss and his wife, which in fact was closer to a polyamory relationship.

Everyone in my world knew I was a clueless cuckold. I felt deathly cold.

It got worse she wanted to divorce me and marry her boss who was a millionaire or not marry just live with him and his wife.

At my last physical I was given an antibiotic, Zithromax which I was told was an update to shots I got in boot camp. Beth said I was boring, maybe if I would have been receptive to wife swapping or swinging she would stay.

There had never been a single conversation about that stuff. I always felt she loved me. and wanted to have children. Then the discussion turned weird.

My parents had apparently got divorced four years ago, but nobody had told me, but Beth knew. My dad caught her working as an escort, she was in her early sixties for God's sake, but had been doing it for decades.

We took a break at nearly 1900 hours. The conference room was on an inside wall and there were windows. I went and stared out the windows at the walls far away. I was puzzled at this point because what they had shown me was that I was a clueless, hapless cuckold from a white trash background.

There must be some mission that does not involve my family. I'm a prime candidate to be turned by some foreign agent, or even a corporate agent.

The Admiral was beside me and offered me a ginger beer and said, "How you holding up Teddy?"

"Ma'am, I'll be okay but I've been knocked down a couple of times and I feel like the worst is not over. I'm a prime candidate to be turned with this kind of film, for blackmail. I do not want to ever see Beth again and will either abandon the relationship if I sever from the Navy or divorce her. I would like to request an overseas assignment, that would not allow me to bring family with me. Admiral, I'm smart and a good analyst, but I can't forgive this and I just want a divorce. Life is too short."

"There's nothing that could get you to forgive her?"

"Nope and I never ever want to see her again. She can have the house. I mean seriously, counseling, 'What are your goals Mr. Benedict?' 'Well Miss counselor can I get a hard count on how many people she's fucked, has she been tested for HIV?'

"Sorry ma'am, there's no way. Even if she was a spy or some such bull shit, hard pass."

"My assistant will show you to your quarters tonight. 0900 in the morning here for the polygraph.

"Is your name Teddy Benedict?"

"Yes."

"Tell me a line to establish your baseline."

I didn't respond because I got lost thinking about what I thought I knew but it turned out a lie.

"Mr. Benedict tell me a lie so that I can establish your baseline."

"I've had a good life so far."

"Answer yes or no to following questions."

"Are you staying in the Navy?"

"No."

"Were you excited by the videos of your wife fucking?

"No."

The test took fifty minutes and they were satisfied that I told them the truth.

The admiral's assistant came to get me after all the connections were removed from my body. She gestured towards the door and we walked through the door into a large corridor. After walking for ten minutes she pointed at door way and I opened the door for her and followed her into a room set with steam tables with hash browns, patty sausage, bacon, toasted bagels, cream cheese in a bowl, peanut butter in a bowl and a cook ready to do eggs. He raised his eye brows in question.

"Four over easy, please."

The frying pan sizzled with the butter he tossed in. He had a bowl with six cracked eggs in it. He gently poured each into the skillet, then using a spoon he scooped the butter over the eggs. He flipped them over after two minutes and then shortly after that they were on a plate and added to my tray. There was a table against the wall and I went to it and set my food down. I got a cup and an urn full of coffee.

I was hungry and the food was good and the coffee black and strong. It was about three in the morning that a thought came unbidden to my mind, 'Don't waste a second of your precious time on anyone that's not worth it.'

I was experiencing angst when I first head those words from my mom at the age of thirteen. I realized more than ever before it was true now. I was thinking about the best catchers I ever saw play, including on television, when the Admiral pulled out a chair at my table. I started to stand it up when she interrupted..

"Keep your seat, " she said.

She had a tray with yogurt and sliced peaches, toast and two poached eggs in a bowl. She poured herself some coffee and broke up the eggs with a fork then spooned egg onto the toast and bit the small piece off, drank some coffee and repeated.

I cut a piece of toast in half and smeared it with peanut butter, then cream cheese and peanut butter, a sausage patty then two eggs and put the other half a piece of toast on top. I leaned over my plate and bit half of the egg sandwich in my mouth chewed several times and took a gulp of coffee. I made my way through the rest of the toast with my egg sandwiches.

That left the hash browns two eggs and bacon. I broke the eggs on top of the hashbrowns and added the bacon. I poured some more coffee into my cup and hers. I went back to the table for some more toast and added peanut butter to the toast and piled the hashbrowns atop the piece and made the sandwich and finished it.

"That was an impressive performance."

"Thank you Admiral. I was hungry."

"Do you mind if I ask what you're going to do Teddy?"

"Ma'am you just did, and to not be impertinent, I will request retirement papers and transfer to the reserves, which should be in three months."

"Then what?"

"Divorce, private job, here I think."

"Why leave the Navy, stay in and you've got a great career?"

I took a sip of my coffee and set the mug down.

"Ma'am I'm not stupid, I may be naïve, but I'm not stupid, "I said as I stared into her eyes."

"Some of those videos go back quite a few years. Why would anyone be filming Beth. I was a nobody, she must have been the somebody. I was her beard, I am her beard."

"My marriage was fake, is fake. It's one thing to willingly serve and even give my life in service. It's quite another thing to be manipulated, lied to and taken advantage of. I'm a fucking Warrant Officer, a true nobody who doesn't need to be vetted by a Rear Admiral. I'm done being a fool."

"Admiral I have more than enough accumulated leave to be on leave the rest of my active duty. Out of convenience please have me reassigned here."

"Mr. Benedict you are not stupid, the Navy did not do this to you, but probably we could have protected you better. My assistant will have quarters set up for you at NAS Patuxent River which is sixty miles from here. Best of luck."

It was possible to a car at the Pentagon and have it driven to you there. I went shopping in Lexington Park, which is the town outside of the Naval Air Station. I bought two laptops with tons of RAM and storage and then a smart phone. I was able to get to the internet on base using the base Wi-Fi. I set up two fake Hotmail accounts, one Yahoo account and one gmail account. I set up the smart phone with two of the fake email accounts.

My dad's primary attorney was Ziva Feinberg. She worked for Karr Tuttle in Seattle. I googled her number and called her. She picked up, it was only two in Seattle.

"Hi Ziva, this is Teddy Benedict, Bill's son. Nice to meet you too. I need some help and need to file divorce, citing infidelity. I know the state is a no fault, but I want to embarrass her publicly. I will send you what I have. Okay text me your email address and I'll send you everything, times, dates, pictures and videos. Okay. Thanks."

I used the gym at the base which had an indoor track, a pool and a weight lifting area. I'm six foot one and weigh two hundred and five pounds. After a month of running five miles a day and swimming light intervals, I weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. I worked out doing plyometric routines on big rubber balls. Which emphasized flexibility. My hair which was red was a bit longer but not much.

My old phone was dead, so Beth had not heard from me, nor I her since she didn't have my new number. I went on to her facebook account and changed her relationship status to "it's complicated" and posted a picture of her taking it from behind looking over her shoulder biting her lip. Then I added a video of her kissing a woman and an edited video of her bobbing up and down on some guy's dick and changed her passwords.

But my favorite was adding ten videos to Reddit and their r/bullypie section. Her getting fucked with ejaculate everywhere.

She neither contested the divorce nor asked for counseling. She asked for an hour meeting.

The only place I would meet was Ziva Feinberg's office.

I had arrived at Joint Lewis McChord Joint base last night at 2030 hours travelling in a C130H Hercules. Dad was parked in B-level in the parking lot in a 1978 GMC "Jimmy". It had a GMC in line six cylinder engine bored and stroked to over four hundred foot pounds of horsepower.

He drove to our old family home in Seattle and put the rig in neutral and climbed out and said, "It's yours, be safe."

"I was early to Ziva's office in the old Columbia tower, some seventy three stories tall. Her office was on the sixty second floor. I had to switch elevators on the fifty first floor. The receptionist's mouth dropped open and she said, "You must be Teddy! You look so much like your dad. Please follow me and I followed her, fixated on her ass as my dick hardened.

We got to a conference room and I looked up to her reddening face and she held up her left hand showing a wedding and engagement ring and she said, "I am happily married to the most beautiful woman in the world, "having nothing else to say she flounced away.

I pulled my phone out and it was now one fifteen. It was becoming more and more obvious to me that I was some stupid stooge that had been used to protect some mission (s) she was involved in.

I was about to leave and she walked in the room and closed the door and walked around the end of the table and approached me as if to hug me, like we'd done so many times before. She looked up just as I raised my arm with the palm of my hand facing her and I said, "Stop."

She looked surprised and hurt all at once. I said, "I'm on my second round of antibiotics recovering from the gift you gave me. Go back to the other side of the table. You were fifteen minutes late, you now have forty two minutes, you wanted to meet?"

She said, "I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."

I said, "Technically that's true, I suppose. I did not mean anything to you then or now. Pity fucks are not love."

"I really do not want to talk any further, so you can talk for the remaining thirty four minutes. I might reply, I am inclined to say nothing. Understand when I found out, I was in terrible pain. Today is better. I'm told in a while I will be thankful and not care of your actions. At this moment I can assure you, I repeat, I can assure you that I detest you."

I took my phone out and checked the news unable to focus. She said nothing and finally stood up and left the room and was gone. Shortly thereafter Ziva came into the room.

"She is a remarkable actor."

I responded, "Maybe so, but I do not think so. I was a piece of the furniture, may be a comfortable one that she enjoyed, but she had great preferences reserved for others than me."

Beth's story:

People say I looked like a cross between Anna Kendrick and Valerie Bertinelli the actors. Teddy and I during our first year married, I was nineteen and we were in this tiny town in the San Joaquin Valley Hanford, California. We played tennis at night, went out to the king's river, drank beer, sun bathed, swam, fucked, read novels. He was a magician with his mouth, one afternoon ate me to seven climaxes.

Everything was going great, we went to this picnic for his shop and his boss brought this non-Navy guy, Jeff, who planted himself on the grass about three feet from me and Teddy. He was wearing old white gym shorts and no underwear and his dick was long thick and pink, I don't exaggerate that it was fourteen or fifteen inches long. I loved Teddy so much then, but I had to have this dick. Teddy had a nice thick seven inch dick, which I completely forgot about.

I had a part time job working in the junior high library about ten blocks away from our duplex working nine to twelve.

Jeff started picking me up at the school and we would go to his Motel, for nine dollars and five days a week he fucked my brains out, Then we'd go to McDonalds and get something to eat and he'd take me to our duplex on Porter street.

That went on for a three weeks, when I was called into the school principal's office who had taken pictures of me getting into Jeff's car and then following us to the Motel and taking more pictures. He wanted some of me too. He was Allan Gomez and he taught me how to deep throat a dick which I enjoyed.

Teddy had to go to sea on the Oriskany and I flew back to Seattle and saw my pack of slut bag friends and did the party fun time, a bunch of Teddy's friends in one epic scene at an apartment.

My older brother Richie somehow knew everything, He was queer and a gossip queen and asked me out to have breakfast as we were both living at our parent's home.

He blasted me for cheating on Teddy, then asked me if I did not love him. I started crying and I said I loved him so much it hurt.

He asked me what was wrong with me, he told me that people at church approached him about me. He told me that he found two used condoms in our parent's station wagon. He asked me why I was doing this and I started crying. I said one word, "Dad."

He asked me a whole host of questions and I held my hands up and said, "Stop, I can't talk about it. I won't talk about it."

Apparently Teddy was none the wiser.

He was in the Navy Reserve at NAS Sand Point out on the western shore of Lake Washington. He'd leave Saturday morning and return home Sunday afternoon. He'd call me on Saturday night somewhere between nine and ten. We were living in a duplex on Magnolia, then, I'd go down to this bar in Magnolia Village and hook up with guys. Go out in the parking lot and fuck them or give them head, depending on whether or not it was my monthly. That was when I met this older woman and her husband.