I'd like to thank kenjisato, again, for great editing and my dining friends for input. If you find any mistakes, it's probably something I did after editing.
This is just a short story I threw together with some ideas for other stories I have written, published, and not published. It does start with group sex, but not enough to put it in that
Category.
Active sexual activity only involves characters over the age of eighteen. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and my bank account.
Candi Girl
Candi is the sweetest little girl.
My name is John Kelly; I am five-foot-nine-inches tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. My wife has a sister who is an 'Irish twin.' They both have brown hair and brown eyes and are just as gorgeous as can be. I liked to think Jean and I had a healthy sex life, and her sister Janet and her husband, Roger, as I heard, had a good sex life, too. Roger had brown hair and brown eyes. I guess I was the oddball.
Both sisters wanted to get pregnant.
We were young and stupid. One night, after too much alcohol and flirting, we switched partners— the sex was hot, and we were fucking each other's spouse right there in the living room. In front of each other— it was erotic as hell. I had Janet moaning, and she had wrapped her legs around my ass. We looked at our spouses, and Janet's husband was pumping away doggy style on my wife. When finished, we fell asleep in our own spouses' arms.
When we woke up the next morning, we all agreed that we had gotten carried away and we should never do that again. We did not speak to the other couple for days. It seemed the world had changed because of our sexual decadence.
Things did change after that night; Jean started to get distant. Oh, we had sex a lot, but the emotion was not coming from Jean anymore.
A month later, Janet and Roger told us that she was pregnant. That night, Jean and I fought, she was saying I was not doing 'the job,' and she was crying that she was not pregnant yet.
As Janet got bigger, Jean seemed to be more distracted and started to come home later, and later, her job required her to spend extra hours at work as the manager at a nice hotel in town... but her time away increased.
The year that followed was so different. Where the four of us used to flirt, we then just had mundane discussions; where we would have gotten a goodbye cheek kiss and a hug, it was just a light hug in passing.
One day, a little while after the baby's birth, I was having coffee at home. Jean had left early, and I had a rare day off. Janet stopped by with her lovely little girl, a little, golden-haired blonde, blue-eyed princess, Candace, Candi for short, and she was so sweet. Janet had become a stay-at-home mother after the birth of Candi.
Janet was in tears. "Roger is having an affair, and the worst part is... it's with my sister, your wife, Jean!
"I have had a private investigator following him and asking questions of disgruntled staff at her work. They are fucking at the hotel several times a week!"
I sat there in quiet anger.
"My PI says she is blaming you for not getting her pregnant. She figured she might as well have him get her pregnant, that you wouldn't know the difference since she's letting you fuck her enough, you'd think it would be your child.
"You know Roger is not too good of a husband— he drinks; he has been physically abusive to me; he hasn't been able to keep a job. Oh, he can get a job, but once the bosses catch on to him, he gets fired. I found out when I found a termination letter in the trash can after our dogs had dumped it one night while he was out. I never knew where he was.
"He said he has a dream job now. The PI found out that the job is Jean's assistant manager!"
"Shit, I didn't know that."
"I don't know what to do?"
"What proof does your PI have?" I asked.
"Oh shit, pictures upon pictures. The PI's crew was even able to get pictures of them in bed together!
"Because we have a family plan on our phones, my PI has found sexy text messages, and all include Jean!"
I added, "I bet they are going to get together during the out-of-town conference Jean has in two weeks. I had told her I'd gladly take time off and go with her— she shot that down quickly."
Janet built on it. "Roger's going, too. Damn, what a cover for fucking."
"Do you think we have enough to file for divorce?" I asked.
"Yes, but Roger and I are so much in debt that I'd be out in the cold."
"Janet, I'll take care of you and Candace."
"Won't you be out in the cold, too?"
"I owned this house before the marriage. It was my parents', and when they died, I inherited it. Plus the land, and since they were young, they hadn't dipped into their nest egg at all, I have that money, too; it is all in the prenup."
Janet added, "I remember that prenup, Jean thought it was such a great idea. When anyone asked her what it covered, she did not know; she said, 'IT IS A PRENUP, and prenups protect the wife!' Roger would not sign one."
We went to a lawyer that day, Ms. Catherine Johnson, Esq. With Janet's PI report, Catherine said my divorce would be a slam dunk, but Janet's would be difficult because of the debt and Candi, and no prenup, but still doable. She would represent both of us and have the hearings back to back. Having mine first, it would be mind games that she was ready to play in Janet and Roger's hearings.
Since Roger was working at the same company as Jean, he had great benefits— health insurance, life insurance, and a 401k.
Catherine loaded up for bear— she had my parents' wills; the title to the property, Janet, and my last five years' of tax returns; last year, Jean decided to file her taxes separately, but because Jean procrastinated, she did not file it away and hide it. I had a copy of her return, but best of all, we had the PRENUP! Catherine decided to serve the cheaters when they got back from the conference.
Janet and Catherine found Roger was just as careless with the tax returns as Jean, and Janet had them all along with other important family papers.
Being the 'loving husband,' I had taken Jean's car in to be serviced a full week before the conference— oil change, fluids, the modern equivalent of a tune-up with everything electronic; it just meant putting it on the machine and checking readings. I got a receipt that said the car was in excellent shape. I did this all the time when Jean would be driving out of town. Unbeknownst to the two cheaters, I did stop and had the PI install a recording device that would be on any time the car was 'occupied,' recording from the time the door opened until there was five minutes of silence after the engine was turned off; it would upload files using WiFi at home or a hotspot.
During the week before and the week of the conference, we would record all of the proof we would need.
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When Jean left for the conference, I kissed her on the cheek and said sarcastically, "Don't get too bored with all those meetings."
She looked at me, somewhat a little puzzled. She pulled out of the drive, went to pick up Roger, and then drove to the hotel conference.
On the drive to the conference, Jean even told Roger that she thought I might be suspicious and that they should tone it down until they could divorce us.
So that was their plan!
She added that she had missed her period and could be pregnant. If she was pregnant, she'd even get more money... by law, the child would be mine whether it was my biological child or not.
Roger had some harebrained plan to accuse Janet and me of having an affair.
Both Janet and I went through their papers at our homes, and we found the drafts for the divorce papers. Jean had Roger's, and Roger had Jean's, some plan to hide them. They were waiting for the conference season at her hotel to be over so they could be available to get away for divorce hearings. Conference season would be ending about two weeks after this hotel managerial conference. We had at least a two-week head start if we filed first.
They were planning to take us to the cleaners. Jean was going to try to get the house, my house! Also, the land, and as much money she could get from me, whether it was pre-marriage money or not.
Jean had just received a promotion and raise in pay, which I did not know about. The promotion and raise added to the life insurance benefit that the company provided, but since she was still married to me, she could not change the beneficiary, which was me... still. Jean was a good hotel manager but very poor on legal interpretations; that would be her downfall when the prenup was enforced. Catherine was overjoyed with our findings. By the end of the conference, we had a library of erotic discussions between the two. They drove to restaurants for every meal. Catherine even got their lawyer's name and phone number.
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They had stopped at a McDonald's on their way home, and that was the last time the device uploaded. They left McDonald's and started the last leg home.
A block away from the McDonald's, a semi-truck ran a red light, took out the car, and took the lives of both of our cheating spouses.
Both Janet and I were in shock. We wanted to get rid of our cheating spouses, but NOT with their deaths! We did feel sadness, after all; we had loved our spouses, and that love had been deep at one time.
We contacted Catherine and informed her of their deaths. She said she would handle the aftermath of the crash. While the wreck was in the impoundment, Catherine had the private investigator, disguised as OUR forensic mechanic, go over the car; he was able to remove the device unnoticed. The police were not looking for electronic devices, anyway, just mechanical. Catherine listened to the yet-to-be-uploaded recording and told us there was nothing useful.
We found out later that it had recorded Roger's scream, "LOOK OUT!" and Jean's last words, "I am sorry, John." Roger was instantly killed, so we only had the 'look out' from him.
Catherine contacted their lawyer, Michael, Smythe, Esq. and told him of their deaths, and as lawyers sometimes do, they talked about the case, seeing that it would not happen.
Catherine: "You know Jean and John had a prenup? Did you read it?"
Michael: "No, but she described it to me. She was going to give it to me next week."
Catherine: "Let me send it to you..."
As she waited for the email to post and for Michael to read it. She sent some other copies of paperwork to him, along with Janet's investigator's report. She heard Michael say, "
Holy shit!
