Beth & Nic

This is a fictional tale about a stupid wife who, through her infidelity, wrecks her marriage and her relationship with her daughters and extended family.

The characters, companies and places depicted in this story are fictional.

There's no descriptive sex in this story.

There's no sexual activity involving characters under the age of 18.

Enjoy.

Beth & Nick

Nick Evans pushed back from his drafting table. He'd been reviewing this final draft of the plans for a new office block that was to be built on the Central Plaza site. He was confident that the proposed structure had achieved a good balance between architectural merit and functionality. He was happy to endorse the draft. His final job was to advise the people who had engaged him.

Nick is an architectural engineer. He is well respected within the industry and his services are in high demand. He's a one-person company and he would prefer to keep it that way. While he had a passion for his chosen career, his highest priority is his wife, Beth and their 15-year-old twin daughters Michaela (Micky) and Emily (Em).

Nick considers himself to be a very lucky man. He works at home in what was a downstairs rumpus room that had been converted into a large, well-appointed, high-tech office which opened onto the back garden via panoramic French doors. It was a great view, maybe too great, sometimes. He didn't need such wonderful distractions.

It was getting late and Nick expected the twins to arrive home from school and soccer practice soon. At about 4:45, they exploded into the house and charged down into their Dad's office.

"Hi Dad, we're home!" Shouted Michaela as she launched herself at her father. Emily was not far behind.

Nick braced for the impact.

"Now, which one are you again?" He asked with a grin.

"Dad! We both know that you can tell us apart, so don't try it on again." Micky exclaimed.

"Well, whichever one you are, you smell. Take your sister upstairs and the both of you jump into the shower before we get started on dinner."

"Dad, no wonder we smell, Coach Croaker had us doing wind-sprints and technical skills for the entire practice. I thought Micky was going to have a heart attack!" Emily exclaimed.

"Have you two finished your homework yet?" Nick asked with a mock serious tone.

"Dad! We just walked in the door! Maybe you can do it for us?" Micky suggested with a naughty wink.

"Never going to happen, Mick. Now scoot - both of you - and if I find your smelly clothes or girlie panties anywhere other than in the hamper, there's going to be trouble and I'm not talking about "ordinary trouble", I'm talking about "nuclear trouble", comprende?"

They disappeared up the stairs giggling and squealing.

Thirty minutes later, they both appeared in the kitchen, fresh as daisies, to find their Dad enjoying his afternoon ale.

"OK, Dad, what's the plan?"

"Well, your Mom will be home around 6 o'clock. Why don't we target a 7 o'clock dinner. There are some chicken fillets in the fridge and we have the makings of a great salad including beautifully fresh avocados. If only we had a nice salad dressing. What do you think?"

Emily responded, "OK, Dad. Micky, you can pan fry the chicken and I'll put together the salad. I can do a salad dressing that will change your life. Dad, you can set the table. Micky and I will each be enjoying a small glass of wine with our parents tonight."

"WHAT!" Nick erupted, "Two 15-year-old munchkins turning to the demon drink - and on a school night! Not on my watch; young ladies. Wait until your mother hears about this. She'll probably go nuts! Be prepared to be grounded until Christmas."

Nick secretly enjoyed his daughters' plotting and scheming and he suspected they both knew how he would react to their pronouncement. The girls knew full well that their Dad wouldn't agree to their request without first speaking to their Mom.

The girls, nonetheless, acted as if they were crushed. Their well-planned assault on the "weakest link" had failed at the first hurdle but the quickly pivoted to their "Plan B" when their mother arrived.

Beth Evans arrived home from her job as the Sales Coordinator for the Southern Region of BioMed, a large medical supplies company. The twins greeted her with a hug and Nick waited his turn for a kiss. They looked at one another as only two people in love can. She excused herself and went to change into "something more comfortable". She emerged a while later wearing a pair of shorts and one of Nick's T-shirts.

Nick thought that he had never seen a more attractive woman.

"Ahhh, that feels better. What smells so good?" Beth asked.

Micky piped up, "The smell is the chicken marinating. I'm going to pan fry it while Em puts together the world's best salad and dressing. Is there anything else that your heart desires; my dearest, sweetest Mother?"

"No thanks, Mick. That sounds perfect," She said uncertainly. "Nick, what's going on?" Beth asked with suspicion.

Emily seized the moment and jumped in using her best pleading voice, "Micky and I wanted a teeny, weeny glass of wine with tonight's repast but Dad shut us down. We're beginning to question his love for us. It would complement our meal. Mom! We're young adults. We need to develop our palates."

"Nice try, Em," Her Mother replied with happy scepticism. "I particularly liked the "

we need to develop out palates

" bit," Beth answered with a wry smile. "We'll have to see about your introduction to alcoholism. You know they call it "

the road to ruin

"."

Michaela and Emily both pouted and returned to their respective culinary duties. When the meal was ready, the family sat at the dining room table. Wine glasses had magically appeared in front of Michaela and Emily's places. The girls' smiles lit up the room.

"Only with us!" Beth sternly announced.

"Yes, Mom. Thanks, Dad," They excitedly said in unison, as only twins can.

After 15 years of parenting, Beth and Nick didn't have too many "hard and fast" parenting rules but one of the most important was that each parent had a say in any decision concerning the children. Earlier, Nick knew better than to agree to the girls' request for a glass of wine without first running it past Beth. As it turned out, both parents were of the same mind and decided that a small glass wouldn't hurt.

Michaela and Emily pretended to enjoy the wine.

After dinner, the family tidied up the kitchen and the twins dutifully headed off to do their homework. Following that, they did whatever 15-year-olds do with their friends on the internet before going to bed at their 10 o'clock "lights out".

By then, Beth and Nick were curled up on the lounge.

"Baby, thank you for handling the "wine thing" the way you did," Beth said.

"Thanks, it was a bit of a curve ball and they had carefully planned their attack. I didn't mind being the ogre until I had a chance to run it past you. I think we made the right decision and I know we're raising two amazing children. When Emily tasted the wine, her face looked like she had sucked on a lemon. We'll see where it goes."

"Well, why don't we go to bed for a little bit of mid-week loving," Beth suggested.

"Now, that's an idea! Let's go." They made love and fell asleep in each other's arms. Nick thought that the "making love" was fine but sometimes, the "sleeping in each other's arms" was, maybe, the best part.

The following morning was the usual busy scene as the twins and Beth hurried to get ready for their day. Nick had them out the door by the prescribed time. He could then draw a breath. A strong black coffee was always high on his list as he was scanning the news headlines. He would then shower, dress and head down to his office to check his emails and his phone. It appeared that everything was under control so he decided to take a first look at his next project. Nick was happy because he was commencing the new job a couple of days early. Scheduling his projects was always challenging. Before he knew it, it was 10.30 and time for another coffee and a muffin. While he was sitting at the kitchen bench, the doorbell rang. He saw the courier driver's van in the driveway. Nick answered the door.

"Hi, Nick. How's things? It looks like I've got some more business for you. He presented a thick envelope. You know where to sign."

"Hi Dave, thanks. Do you need a cup of Jo?"

"Can I take a rain-check? The damn boss is cracking the whip."

Nick laughed and signed for the envelope. They said their goodbyes and Nick took the package back to the kitchen bench and opened it. It was at that moment that his life imploded. There was a covering letter clipped to another envelope. The letter was from someone named David Eltham. It read,

Dear Mr Evans,

I should start by introducing myself. My name is David Eltham. My wife, Jodie, is the Sales Coordinator for BioMed's Eastern Region. She works with your wife, Beth.

I recently became suspicious that Jodie was cheating on me when she attended her quarterly Sales Coordinator meetings in BioMed's head office in San Francisco. I subsequently confirmed her infidelity and in doing so, identified your wife and 2 male work colleagues as her lovers. The affair has been ongoing for the past 3 years. I have included for your review, a full copy of the information I have found. The package includes extensive audio, video, printed transcripts and a Private Investigator's report of their most recent tryst which occurred between 4-7 March. I would appreciate the opportunity to speak with you before I confront my wife. It is my intention to commence divorce proceedings soon.

I am also going to commence an "Alienation of Affection" suit against BioMed for their failure to enforce the morals and ethics clauses of Jodie's employment agreement. Given the nature of the matter both in terms of (1) the sex on company premises; (2) the consumption of illegal substances on company premises; and (3) the sheer volume of evidence that is in my possession, my lawyer has recommended that I seek a financial settlement in the low to mid 8-figure range. Mr Evans, I would like to encourage you to join with me and the other two "offended spouses" in this action. In my view, there will be no downside to you joining. As soon as the papers are served on BioMed, the 4 lovers will, more than likely, be dismissed. I have sent a similar letter and packages to the other effected spouses.

It would be good if you could call me following your review of the information. I am willing to meet with you if you prefer.

I regret being the bearer of bad news.

Your sincerely,

David Eltham

Nick was shocked beyond belief. He couldn't believe that Beth would betray their marriage. He immediately cleared his work schedule and undertook a detailed review of the information. He quickly found that Beth's infidelity occurred while she attended a quarterly sales meeting at her employer's headquarters in San Francisco. The duration of these meetings is 3 days. While in San Francisco, Beth and her 3 colleagues from the other regions, are accommodated in the company's guest apartments. The company owns a small block of apartments which are generally used for VIP clients and visiting employees. There are 3 one-bedroom apartments and 1 two-bedroom apartment.

In order to confirm his suspicions, David Eltham had retained a Private Investigator to gather as much information as he could. This included 24-hour physical and electronic surveillance. The PI had plenty of time to plan his strategy. He was aware where Jodie Eltham was staying but not which apartment, so he wired all 4 apartments with motion-activated audio and video devices. The PI's report stated that the workload at the Sales Coordinator meetings was light. The focus was on team building.

On the first night, following their arrival and settling in to their assigned apartments, the group of 4 including Beth, Jodie Eltham and the 2 men, went out for an early dinner. It was clear that they were very intimate friends and their level of anticipation was obvious. Following their meal, they returned to the apartments to get changed. Prior to leaving her apartment to join her lovers, the video showed Beth phoning our home to check in and say goodnight. The 4 then gathered in the larger, 2-bedroom apartment. Earlier in the day, the man occupying the larger apartment had moved the mattresses from the 2 bedrooms into the lounge room. He made them up with sheets and pillows. The furniture had been pushed out of the way.

After finishing the call to her loving family, Beth appeared in the man's apartment wearing a robe which she immediately dropped to reveal lingerie the likes of which Nick had never seen. Jodie Eltham was similarly dressed. The event began with each participant producing a STD certificate proclaiming them to be disease free. They then proceeded to a toast "To our fourth year and may there be many more!" They each then took a pill which the PI later identified as Ecstasy. The men also took a Viagra pill. There was a tray with a large pile of white powder and drinking straws on the table. Then began what can only be described as an orgy. They indulged in every type of sex imaginable. Solo, oral, twosomes, threesomes, foursomes, anal, lesbian. Condoms were not used - other than when anal sex was being enjoyed. Beth was an enthusiastic participant and her fondness of the cocaine was clear.

The fun continued until each participant gradually succumbed to exhaustion - despite their drug-induced arousal. They slept together in a tangle. The mornings involved cleaning themselves and the room before heading off to the meeting. The drugs were placed in the room safe. This behaviour continued each night for the duration of their stay. It was "a little work during the day and a big party every night".

Nick spent 3 hours reviewing material. Tears running down his face. There was no doubt that Beth was an equal partner in the group - if not the leader. She had been leading a double life for the past 3 years at least. There was no telling how many other affairs she has had, or is having.

The PI Report provided detailed information about each participant. The PI also found that each member of the foursome had established a secret bank account to pay for the drugs, alcohol and other costs associated with their fuck-fests. The money came from an undeclared $10k quarterly cash bonus paid by BioMed to each member of the foursome in recognition of their outstanding performance. The continued payment of the bonuses was contingent on the sales figures continuing to improve; and each member of the team remaining with BioMed.

The balance of Beth's account was in the order of $94,000. The PI was also able to retrieve from the garbage, the straws used to ingest the cocaine. He had the residue analysed and the report came back positive for high-grade cocaine. A copy of the chemical report was included in the package provided by David Eltham.

Nick sat back and thought, "That fucking bitch. How could she betray her husband, her daughters and her broader family just for some stray cock and pussy." He did the maths. Four times per year. Three nights for each meeting. This equated to around 37 nights of adulterous, drug-fuelled sex.

Being a methodical kind of guy, Nick decided to seek the advice of his two most trusted friends - his Dad, Roger, and his brother, Mike. He phoned them both and asked them to come to his office urgently to discuss a highly confidential matter.

Roger and Mike were there within 30 minutes. Nick walked them through the entire sordid matter. He showed them videos and photos. Both were disgusted at Beth's conduct. Roger asked his son what he was considering doing.

"Well, Dad, if you guys agree, I'm going to keep it between us for the time being. I'm going to call David Eltham to thank him for the package. I'll let him know that I'm going to immediately seek the advice of a divorce lawyer because the custody of the twins is now my first and only priority. I'll ask David to hold off doing anything until things are clearer at my end."

Mike and Roger agreed that it was a sensible first step. Mike offered the name of a divorce lawyer who is a friend of his. He suggested that he tee up a meeting pronto. Nick agreed and thanked him.

The three of them sat back looking at one another. There appeared to be nothing further left to say. Roger and Mike bid their farewells and offered to help in any way they could. Nick saw them out and returned to his office. He knew that the lawyer would require a copy of the package provided by David Eltham so he made 2 additional copies. In anticipation of the meeting, he began assembling detailed information about his financial position. He placed the original of David's package and the spare copy in his office safe.

He felt very alone. For the first time in almost 20 years, he no longer had a wife to turn to. His daughters were still an hour away and even when they arrived, he couldn't confide in them. He sat there and cried. In the space of 4 hours, his perfect life had ended.

His misery was interrupted by a call from the divorce lawyer's office. Ms Melinda Coulton would be available at 10 o'clock the following morning. He was asked to bring whatever material he considered pertinent to the matter. He should err on the side of completeness. A list of information that is commonly required was emailed to him.

At 4 o'clock, the girls entered the house like the 4

th

armoured panzer division invading Poland. "DAD! We're home! You have to make us a snack or there'll be hell to pay!" Emily launched herself at her father as if she was a pole-vaulter. Nick braced himself again and managed to absorb much of the impact. Micky almost peed her pants with laughter. They were showing their absolute love, trust and devotion to him. He had to "man up".

"Damn, girls! I thought I was under attack by the Taliban! I think I'm going to have to call Homeland Security just to be safe. Just remember, any hint of terrorist activity in this house and the defenders of our nation are going to crawl all over the both of you like fleas on a kitten! They're going to look through your stuff - including your panty drawers; your computers; and the secret diaries that you hide under your mattresses. So, my cute little terrorists, what's it going to be? Total surrender or does your mother and I have to address your birthday cards to Guantanamo Bay?"

"DAD! We've had a stressful day improving our minds and now we're home, we need the sanctuary that you as a parent is obliged to provide. We were thinking about ice cream and chocolate sauce with nut sprinkles."

"Well, beautiful girls, how about we have

mathematics homework

instead! You know, fractional equations are good for the soul."

"No Dad! No! This is going all wrong!" Emily wailed.

Michaela then joined the skirmish, "I warned you Em, he may be old but he's still got his chops."

"OK you guys. Over to the "lounge of truth" where I will interrogate you both and determine your loyalty to our family and our nation."

"Dad! Emily was foolish in her efforts to take control of the family. You are the superior being! Please know, that I had nothing to do with it," Micky said trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"OK, OK, there is no love without forgiveness and there is no forgiveness without love," Nick said.

"You guys, off to your mathematics homework. Before you go, can you have a dig around the kitchen to see what we can have for dinner?"

Beth arrived home at the usual time and the family spent an enjoyable evening together. Words could not express how hard it was for Nick to keep his shit together. From time to time, he looked at her and saw nothing other a devoted and loving wife and parent. It was apparent that she had refined her lying and betrayal over the years.