"Alexa-Thanks"
"You're, Welcome"
This story is a continuation of the story, Radk's story
https://www.literotica.com/s/don-t-believe-everything-you-read
I reached out to be he didn't reply. He hasn't written in about ten years.
I enjoyed the story until the end. It is a very lighthearted story. Take this one as the same.
I saved it in my favorites until I could appropriately deal with the wife. Then, I got this idea one day when my wife showed me something I didn't know a device could do.
I am not a lawyer and have never been in a trial in real life. And I have not played one on TV. So please ignore the inconsistency in the legal proceedings. Remember, this is just a story, and it is fiction.
I don't usually use race in stories. However, race was used in the first story, and I will follow through with it.
Sorry, not much sex in this one. Just like my home life.
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Fran wrapped her legs around Michael's waist, pulling him in deeper. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!!! I'm cumming," screamed Fran.
"Me too," growled Michael as he blasted his load into her.
She ran her hand up and down his back after he collapsed on top of her. Fran purred, "That was great. What's gotten into you?"
Michael collapsed and face-planted into the pillow beside Fran's ear. Lifting his face from the pillow, he sighed, "I'm still trying to make up for my stupidity. You can't imagine how much I love you, Fran.
"I was stupid reading those damn stories and projecting them onto our relationship. I promise you this. I will work the rest of my life to make it up to you."
Fran kissed him lightly on the lips. "Michael, I've told you; I've forgiven you. So, please stop it."
Fran rolled over and said, "Alexa- play "
Unchained Melody
by the Righteous Brothers."
Alexa responded. "
Unchained Melody
by Al Hibbler."
"No, Alexa," responded an exasperated Fran. "Stupid thing."
Michael laughed, "Yea, and they want to fly airplanes and drive cars with them. Let me show you something."
"Alexa," the blue light popped on. "Repeat the last song played," ordered Michael.
Alexa responded, "Playing "
Unchained Melody
by the Righteous Brothers. From 1965. Under Philis Brothers label."
Fran laid back and started humming along with Bobby Hatfield as he sang.
Michael looked into her beautiful eyes and asked, "Why do you listen to that song after we make love? You know it is about a man in prison missing his woman."
"I know it," she replied. "It makes me feel warm inside. It is like nothing is wrong in the world. I love listening to it after sex."
Fran rolled over and nestled up into Michaels's arms. She purred as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. "Michael, I'd like to go off the pill. We've been married for seven years and are finally financially ready to start a family. What about it? Are you ready to be a Daddy?"
"You're kidding? I'm more than ready. When do you want to start? Right now," he asked.
Fran giggled. "We can start right now, but it won't do us any good. So, I'll set up an appointment to see my doctor. Then, with his approval, I'll go off the pill, and we should be ready within two months.
Michael rolled over on top of her and made sweet love to her.
....
Two weeks later.
"Hon," yelled Michael, "You're running late.
"I know. I know." Fran replied. She kissed Michael on the lips. I'll be home early. See you later. Luv ya." She turned and frantically walked out of the door for work.
Mike yelled back, "I'm going in a little later this morning. Luv you," he responded.
Michael turned and yelled, "Alexa." Then, the blue light came on. "Play Creedence Clearwater Revival."
An hour later, Mike headed out the door. Stopped, turned, and yelled, "Alexa, off," The house went quiet.
Eight hours later, Michael pulled into the home's empty garage. For the first time in months, he beat Fran home.
He walked into the house and yelled, "Alexa," and the blue light came on. "Play the last song played."
The music came on, and Michael stopped in his tracks. He got sicker to his stomach as the song played on. Finally, he ran to the bathroom and threw up his lunch. "Alexa, turn that dam song off," he screamed. The house went dead silent.
"Think, Think," he said to himself. "That fucking cheating bitch. She gave me hell for the last eight months and cut me off for 6. I'll have her ass for this.
"Think, Think. Get cleaned up. Calm down. I need more proof." He hurriedly cleaned the toilet and sprayed down the bathroom with Fe Breeze. "Calm down so you can think." He screamed inside.
"Shit," he heard Fran pull into the garage. "Why showering? Think. Take her out for dinner. Yea, that's it. Clean up and take her to dinner." He stripped down and hopped into the shower.
Knock, knock. The bathroom door opened. "I'm home, Honey. Why are you taking a shower?" Fran asked.
"I thought I'd take you out to dinner. Let's go to Casio's," Michael replied.
Fran replied, "Great, I'll meet you downstairs." He heard the latch snap on the door frame as it closed.
"Wonder if she has already cleaned up after getting her BBC." he thought.
....
Michael sat across from Fran. He was about to burst out in anger. "Calm down, Michael. Don't let her see you losing control. Breathe slow. Relax. You can do this. Don't let her know you know."
"Food looks good; I hope you didn't have Italian for lunch today," he said.
Fran swallowed her bite and wiped her lips with her napkin. "No, I stayed in today. Didn't go anywhere."
"A lie, dammit," he thought. He wanted to scream it out to the world. Stay calm. He smiled at Fran
After finishing dinner, they moved to the bar's dance floor. Fran smiled, "Don't get any ideas tonight, big boy. The doctor told me no sex until next month unless you wanted to use a condom.
He smiled back at her," Don't worry, I can do without." Michael felt relief at her statement.
Fran was miffed at his reaction. She was sure he would rush to the pharmacy to grab some. She didn't anticipate that reply.
.....
The following day Fran walked over to Michael. "Kiss me. I have to run."
He reached over, kissed her, looked into her eyes, and said, "Luv ya." Michael felt a cold chill run up his spine.
Fran smiled, "Luv you too. I'll be home early tonight."
Michael waited until Fran was down the street. "Where to start?" he asked himselfβthe Bedroom.
He pulled his phone out and took pictures of the content of the drawers as he removed them, looking for hidden locations. The photos were to ensure he placed things back in their original position.
After thirty minutes of searching the room and filming, Michael's phone shut down from a dead battery, "Shit," he said. He walked over to Fran's side of the bed, sat down, and grabbed the recharging cable.
"I got the bitch." He screamed out loud. "I got her. Ding Dong, the bitch is dead. The bitch is dead; the wicked bitch is dead. I knew I wasn't crazy." Then sadness crashed down over him, and he started crying in grief. He was heartbroken.
....
"Bob, this is Michael. I got the proof."
"Michael," Bob sighed, "Not again. First, she'll crucify your ass. And then she'll have you put away."
Silence from the other end of the phone. "Michael, Michael, are you there?"
"Yea, I'm here. I had gotten over it. I thought we were in a great place. But hHell, she was ready to go off the pill and start popping out babies. I wonder now if she was planning on me raising another man's child.
Bob asked, "What evidence do you have?"
Michael explained what he had and what he wanted the Attorney to do.
"I'll do it replied Bob; I'll send over someone to get the evidence. I'll have it assessed and verify it shows a chain of custody,
Michael replied, "Please give me a couple of hours; I need to run out and find a replacement for it, so Fran won't know it's gone."
....
Two hours later.
The doorbell rang. "Hey, Sir, here is your package."
Bob looked at the large black man from The Brown Parcel Delivery Service as the man's smile disappeared. "Here is your package, sir."
"Thanks," replied Michael as he shut the door behind him.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell again. Michael opened the door to see a man standing there is recognized. eHe smirked, "At it again, huh,"
"Hello, officer. Good to see you again. Are you allowed to do this?" asked Michael.
"I'm off today, but who better to gather evidence without bias," he replied.
"Come on, follow me back to the bedroom. I was hoping you could take it and check it for Fran's fingerprints. I Want to make sure we have a solid chain of custody."
The man shook his head. "Sure," he chuckled. "I hope you know what you're doing. She'll take your home in this State if you're not careful."
.....
Three days later.
"Hey, Michael," said Bob, announcing himself over the phone. "It shows her fingerprints on it. But I'm going to warn you right now. The results you want will depend on the Judge and if we can make them agree with the evidence we have. You have a 50/50 chance.
"Good; I have signed a lease for an apartment and will be out by the time you have her served. Listen, I don't want her fired if she had an affair with an office friend. So please don't do it at work. She'll be home at five today. Have her served there. Also, I want to keep her from being fired. If she is, I'll have to pay her alimony."
"Alright, buddy, it's done," replied Bob. "I hope you know what you're doing."
At 5, Michael's phone rang. Looking at the picture of his wife on its face. He hit the green button and spoke, "Hello, Fran."
"Are you out of your damn mind," she screamed into the phone. "I thought we were past this. Come home and let me get you help. And maybe we can fix this before it's too late."