Alpine Affairs - the Husbands

Alpine Affairs - The Husbands

"Okay, Will: why the fuck are we loaded on this damn airplane headed west in the midst of a fuckin' thunderstorm?"

"Sorry to be so secretive, Rob, but when you hear the reason, you'll understand why I brought the cooler full of beer and four bottles of Wild Turkey 101."

Will, sitting in the front passenger seat by the pilot, turned around to look back at his three friends. They were the husbands of the three women his wife was living with this summer in a two-bedroom apartment.

The four women were attending eight weeks of graduate courses at Sul Ross State University in Alpine, Texas, which catered to educators during the summer. Classes started the first week of June and ended in late July. For four weeks, you attended a three-hour class in the morning and another in the afternoon, and you had to complete a research paper in each course each of the two mini-semesters. For that concentrated effort, you received 12 hours of graduate credit.

While each week was crazy-busy with classes, research, and assignments to complete, the weekends were completely free. The profs understood that their students needed a few days off each week to relax and recharge, so they gave no assignments over the weekend.

That allowed the students from towns closer to SRSU to go home over the weekend, and those from distant places, like their wives, an opportunity to explore the Big Bend and Davis Mountains, or drink, swim and relax.

Will knew from conversations with a friend who got his MEd last year that those without families there seemed to flock together, acting as if being hundreds of miles away from family and friends made them single. He had warned Will that good-looking women were outnumbered ten to one during the summer, and even the most loyal would be tempted on weekends.

This did worry their husbands, but Judy and Greg had been married more than 20 years, Randi and Tom for 11, and Terri and Rob for 15, so they trusted their pretty wives when they promised they would NEVER cheat, and assured them that they would have no time to do anything but study anyway.

The men accepted that this was the quickest route to the graduate degrees that drove pay and position in public schools, as well as prestige among colleagues, so they acquiesced.

Looking at his trusting friends, Will knew their worlds were about to be turned upside down, just as his had been by the phone call. He was not happy that he was going to be the one to tell them, just as John hadn't been happy to tell him. Steeling himself, he continued.

"You guys remember talking to John Crisp after we helped move our wives into the apartment early in June, right? Well, I teasingly told him, just before we left, to keep an eye on our ladies. Apparently, he took my request seriously.

"He was off duty last night, and took his wife dancing at the Golden Stallion. Yeah, I know; watching John dance is pretty funny, but he does it to please his wife, and watching HER dance is - well, you know...let's just say she's a gifted and very enticing dancer.

"John claims this indulgence always results in hot monkey sex, so he's willing to embarrass himself on the dance floor for the reward afterward.

"Anyway, they went, they were having fun, she was getting horny, and then she spotted something that ruined their night. Our wives were there with a herd of young men, and by young, well, he said his wife thought they were teenagers."

The smiles on his friends' faces had been replaced with frowns.

"Okay," Tom said, "but we know they love to go dancing, and they told us they would go this weekend since we were rodeoing and then going to the dance. So what? That sounds innocent enough."

"Sure, a lot of fast dancing with a little belly rubbing every now and then is harmless. How about grinding butts into crotches on fast dances, grinding pussy on legs during slow dances, and giving lap dances at their table way back in the darkest corner?" Will asked facetiously.

"What?! My wife would never do something like that with a teenager! Hell, Judy's forty-two years old; our kids are that age!" exclaimed Greg. "Besides, what would a bunch of teenage boys want to do with women in their thirties and forties? "

The others looked at Greg in astonishment, knowing that all four wives were in the prime of their sexuality, were very attractive, had excellent bodies, looked far younger than their ages, and were frequently hit on by younger men.

Greg realized his mistake, but rushed ahead anyway, trying to wrap his head around what he had heard.

"Okay, Will, I can see your wife attracting young studs - she's what, 30, and she IS gorgeous! And, Terri is, what, 36? Randi is 34...well, fuck. I'm so used to seeing them as wives and mothers.... but still, guys...maybe they are well preserved for women their ages, but come on!

"How do they stack up compared to our little rodeo timekeeper, Marilyn? Hell, I hated the rainstorm because it ruined the whole day, but mostly because I wanted to spend it watching her in those tight jeans and low-cut blouse!

"Fellas, she's already twenty five. That's older than those boys, but if they were going after her I'd believe it!

"No, I just don't believe thirty- and forty-something wives and mothers would be chosen by young studs, or that they would choose to be with teenage boys! Hell, Judy still likes sex, but once a week is enough for her! What's she gonna do with a horny 19 year-old."

"So you're saying that our friend and classmate, the chief deputy of Brewster County, is lying?" Will asked pointedly.

Greg blanched, shook his head, and answered, "No, but that just seems so unlike our wives!"

Tom looked right at him and said, "Maybe your wives, but, yeah, I can see Randi pulling shit like that! It wouldn't even be the first time!

"I caught her making out with Jon-Thomas at the New Year's Eve party at Rob and Terri's. They were outside in a dark area by the garage. Sure, she was drunk, but she had her tongue down his throat and her hands pulling on his ass while she humped his leg like a demented bitch in heat!

"He had her dress pulled up, her panties pulled down, and his hands were squeezing her bare ass! He's what - 22? So fucking a nineteen year-old isn't unthinkable."

"Hot damn, Tom! I didn't know!" Greg replied. "So you think...?"

Rob interjected, "Will, what haven't you told us? I don't think you'd drag our asses into a plane and fly out in a damn tropical storm because our wives were dirty dancing at a club!"

"You are right, Rob. In fact, we wouldn't have known anything about any of this until after the fact if that deluge hadn't cancelled the parade and rodeo. When I went home to change clothes, I saw I had five messages. They were all from John, starting at 6 am. We were already drinking coffee and putting final touches on the float by then, and he left one each hour until I got home at 10:30. Every message said to call ASAP.

"When I returned his calls, he told me about the dancing, and then described what he saw in the parking lot. He said our wives and the young men left the club together, but got into different vehicles, each with one or two boys, as he called them.

He couldn't keep an eye on everyone, but he and his wife saw make out sessions with one or two guys in four different vehicles. He saw my wife's head disappear after she made out with one of the boys for a while. He also said he saw a woman's legs laid across the front and backseat in another car, but it was too hard to see clearly on the dark parking lot and his wife wouldn't let him get closer, so he didn't know who did what."

"Mother fucker! I'm going to kill my bitch!" Rob exclaimed, a sentiment echoed loudly by Tom and Greg.

"Well, you will like part of the rest of last night, but you won't like today," Will continued.

"They all went back to the apartment together in the van and the boys didn't follow, so that was good. This morning, however, they went shopping, bought 'string bikinis and itsy-bitsy dresses', as John put it, loaded the boys from last night and maybe a few more into my wife's van, and left town.

"That's seven or eight men and four women in a van with seating for seven, so you figure out the seating arrangements.

"John followed them discreetly until he was sure where they were going, and then called me again. I answered, and here we are, westbound in the company plane!

"We need to give Gene a big tip for agreeing to fly us out here, by the way. When I called him to get permission to hire the plane and pilot, he told me that the company King Air was available due to the July 4 holiday weekend, but the pilot was not.

"I asked him about the backup pilot; he countered by asking me what was going on. When I told him, he voluntarily gave up his weekend AND holiday to fly us to Alpine. We can't thank you enough, Gene!"

The other men chimed in, and Gene responded, "You're welcome, but you need to understand that I'm still pissed at MY cheating wife, who took me to the cleaners because I didn't know it was going on until the papers were served!

"By then it was too late to get evidence on her affair, and I got screwed in the divorce! So, when Will told me the reason you urgently needed to get to Alpine, I told him I was ready, willing, and able!

"I'm sorry this is happening, but I'm glad you found out, and I'll do whatever I can to help!"

"I guess we now understand your insistence that we bring cameras, but why wear pistols? Do you expect this to get nasty?" Rob asked.

Will replied, "I know some older members of the Ricci family, but I don't think I know these boys. In fact, Gene and I know the uncle whose ranch they are going to very well. His oilfield services companies do a lot of work for our oil exploration and production side, and even more for our pipeline side.

"One of his brothers is a good guy, but the other is an arrogant prick. There are some shady Italians in El Paso who are reputed to be connected to some mob, and he's rumored to be connected to some of them. Regardless, we don't know who might be there celebrating at Giovanni Ricci's over the holiday and things could get dangerous, so we need to be prepared."

Tom lightened the conversation by drolly stating, "Shit! After your story I was hoping we brought the pistols to shoot our cheating wives and their lovers, but now you tell me they're for defense! Well, fuck!"

"You should know better than that!" Rob insisted. "If we were shooting

them

, we'd be carrying shotguns! Make a bigger mess, and are much harder to trace!"

The plane's engines droned on as the men listened to and considered Will's plan. The weather was clear by the time they got to Del Rio, so the 350-mile, six-plus hour car ride took only a little more than an hour in the twin-engine Beechcraft King Air. Before they had their plans worked out, they were circling the mile-high city of Alpine, Texas, heading toward the little airport located on the flats just north of town on the highway to Fort Davis.

"Gene, see that county road about a half mile north of the airport that angles northwest? John says the ranch is down that road about 15 miles. Let's go see if my wife's van is there, or if we see it somewhere else. We don't want to go off half-cocked, and a lot of time has passed since John followed them to this road."

Gene banked west, and the ranch came into view almost immediately; Christy's van was parked near the house. Will's his blood pressure shot up and a knot formed in his gut.

Gene flew along the road. They were close and low enough that they could see women and men cavorting in and around the pool. When the revelers heard the plane, they looked up and waved as it thundered by. At Will's instruction, Gene flew about two minutes further and then circled back, flying low and slow over the house, and turning the plane on its wing so they could get a good look and take some pictures.

The four wives were easily identified. Three stood waving madly in the shallow waters of the pool, their white tits bouncing around as they showed off for the unknown people in the plane. They may or may not have been wearing bikini bottoms, but if they were, they were so little they were invisible in the shallow water.

In the spirit of exhibitionism, three men grabbed them by their bare tits, humped their butts, tossed them kicking and screaming in the air, and dove on top of them when they emerged from the water. The pink cunts on display when they flew through the air answered the question of whether they were wearing bottoms.

Christy was lying face down on a lounger surrounded by slight, obviously very young men, who were applying suntan lotion to her most delicate parts, including her legs, back, and bare ass, while an older man stood by watching. Another youngster had a video camera and was filming the goings-on in the pool and on the lounger.

Gene waggled the wings in greeting and banked back around. By the time they got back, Christy was lying on her back, and the boys' hands were all over and inside her. Greg turned the plane on its wing again, overflew the pool, circled back, waggled the wings in appreciation, and continued toward the airport.

Rob continued to take pictures with his professional equipment, and had scores with his telephoto lenses from the three passes. Tom doubted his video camera would yield much, but every little bit would help.

And now they knew. There was no longer any doubt about whether their wives were cheating; it was a quick but quiet ride back to the airport.

John was waiting when they landed. He was driving his wife's SUV rather than his patrol car, and, after greetings were exchanged, quickly let them know he had clocked off an hour ago, so he was free to accompany them.

They thanked him profusely for alerting and meeting them, but Will declined his kind offer to accompany them, because he didn't want John to risk his law enforcement career on a personal matter that could easily go sideways. John said he figured they would feel that way, so his wife was standing by and would pick him up in their pickup. They could use her Suburban to pursue their prey.

Greg clasped John on the arm and said, "I'm apparently a clueless cuck! Even after Will told me about Judy, I found it hard to believe my 42-year-old wife was fooling around with teenage boys. After flying over the pool where they were naked with young boys all around her, and the rest, I know better, but do you know if she was one of those whose legs were waving in the air or draped over the seats?"

John looked as serious as a heart attack when he replied. "I hate to say it, Greg, but I'm positive she was because I happened to watch her load into a car. I looked around trying to spot the others, but when I turned back, I saw a guy drop his pants and climb into the backseat. I couldn't see her, but I saw her feet rise above the window, and then her legs wrapped around the guy, and the door was shut by another guy.

"They were closest to us, so I could see in that car easier. My wife was watching another car at first, and she said the woman, who we figured out was Randi, was making out with two guys for a while, then one got out and stood beside the car. The other two undressed each other, tossed the clothes into the front seat, and then laid down. She was the one who draped her legs over the seats.

"Terri got into the back seat with two guys, and it didn't take long for all three to get naked. She rode the guy closest to the window on our side in the face-off position, and we could see the other man actively engaged in playing with and kissing her. After a while, she got off the first guy and straddled the second while the first guy was getting out of the car butt naked. The interior light came on when he opened the rear door, and again when he opened the front door, so I'm very confident about what we saw.

"As I told Will, Christy was a little different. She got in the front seat between two of the youngest looking boys, and a couple more were hanging around outside. Her car was in a dark spot, but it appeared she was making out with one, then the other. The only ways we were certain it was her were that the guy on the passenger side got out and the light stayed on for a moment. The other way was that, after her head disappeared below the seat for five minutes or so while her guy stayed sitting, she sat up, and then the driver opened the door and they got out.

"She kissed the guy she gave the BJ to, and then immediately began kissing the guys waiting outside. By this time, the boys and women left the cars they were misbehaving in, and she kissed all of those boys. The four women got in Terri's car, and the boys - or maybe they are actually all young men - got in three other cars. They went one way, the women the other, and we followed the women to their apartment to make sure they weren't meeting up.

"They didn't, but I started calling Will early this morning, and when I couldn't reach him, went back and parked where I could watch the apartment. The women got up around 8:30 and went shopping at ten when the stores opened. They went to a small shop that specializes in clothing for the high school and college girls. I parked across the street and watched then try on and buy bikinis and dresses.

"I'll admit they certainly did justice to the things they were trying on, but I'm not sure strings and tiny patches qualify as swim wear, and the dresses, damn! Barely covered anything, up top or down below!

"They were already drinking, and it seemed Christy wasn't as enthusiastic as the other three about the drinks, the bikini, or the dress they picked for her. In fact, Will, I'd call her 'reluctant' but she did finally accept a drink and before long, she went along with them on the skimpy stuff they picked for her."

"Fellows, I hated to be the bearer of bad news, but two years ago my little brother Reagan got screwed over by his cheating wife! She was sneaky and got away with it for a year or so before he got wind of her hooking up with an asshole lawyer from Midland who owns some land out here, near the Ricci land.

"He got pissed and jumped the gun. He showed up at the asshole's ranch house while they were still fully clothed, sitting at a table drinking coffee. He went crazy anyway, called her every name but decent, and then beat the hell out of her lover when he told him to watch his tongue.

"He got a year for assaulting the asshole, and she filed divorce papers citing abuse. The attorney and another cheating wife who lived next door testified for her, and by the time he got out, she had taken all their money and everything they owned that was worth a dime, including his work truck and tools, and disappeared.

"He was well on his way to being a full-blown alcoholic before he left town and moved somewhere in New Mexico or Arizona. We can't find him so we can't help him, and I worry every day that he's going to kill her and her lover, or lovers. I don't want that happening to you guys, so I called to warn you!"

After thanking John profusely for the warning, Will, Tom, Rob, Greg, and Gene got in the Suburban and headed into the storm awaiting them at the Ricci Ranch.