Disclaimers: This could be in several different categories, and before I submit it, I will make my decision. There are two parts to my story. Any and all people taking part is sexy stuff are 18, or older. This story is pure fiction. If you think you know someone in this story, get out of my mind. Nobody here is real.
My name is Declan McGrew. I'm a 27 year old IT guy, working for the Pierce County Sheriff's department, in Tacoma, Washington. I've spent the better part of the last two years trying to recover from a nasty, nasty divorce.
I guess this is where I should shed a little light on my story. I was born and raised in Maple Valley, Washington. A growing community about thirty-five miles southeast of Seattle.
When my grandparents emigrated from Ireland, seventy some years ago, all my grandpa knew how to do was work in coal mines. Well, the tiny city just south of Maple Valley was called Black Diamond.
I'll give you three guesses what their main industry used to be. You guessed it. Coal mining. After nearly a hundred years of mining, the coal is now gone.
For the next thirty years Seamus McGrew worked five or sometimes six days every week in the mines. Aside from making him an old man before his time, it convinced him not to allow either of his sons to follow in his footsteps. He also cautioned both his daughters not to marry coal miners, either.
My father, Sean, took his dads advice, and began his working life in the more than abundant forests of Western Washington. Having absolutely no fear, dad was known as a highclimber.
Just as the name suggests, he was the person to go as high up in a tree as possible, and trim the very top off, in areas not large enough to topple the tree in one fell swoop.
Needless to say, this was one of the most dangerous jobs in logging.
He did this job for over thirty years, always telling me I should find a safer, less dangerous way to make a living. He didn't have to tell either of my older sisters the same thing.
In high school, I started moving toward my eventual career, learning all I could about computer programing. I was always fairly good at math, so it was a natural fit.
After graduating Tahoma high school, I looked around to find the best program to achieve my goal. I found it at Pierce College, a two year school in Tacoma, close enough to my house that I could commute.
Let me interject, here, that during my senior year of high school, Linda Burr, who I'd known since the fourth grade, and I started dating.
She and I had always been friends. Easy to talk with. Very easy on the eyes, and just one of my very best friends. Once we started dating, it almost seemed like dating my sister, we'd been friends for so long.
That's until one night, after a school dance, we found ourselves at her house, that just happened to be empty, with her folks out for the evening and her brother away at college.
As we started a very serious make out session, I got real brave and moved my hand under the shirt she was wearing.
I realized that she must have discarded her bra in her bathroom, because my hand felt all breast. Not all that large, but very soft, topped by a rock hard nipple. I became really brave, when I started to unbutton her shirt. Meeting no resistance, I leaned over and gently kissed her nipple.
I thought she was going to break my eardrum, she screamed so loud. Off came her shirt, followed by mine. Standing up, both our pants came off. My briefs and her panties followed, leaving us next to her bed, completely nude.
We climbed back on her bed, with me grabbing a condom from my pants pocket. Kissing all over both thighs, and running my tongue up and down her quivering pussy lips, I moved between her wide open thighs, condom in place, and gently entered her sacred spot.
With just a bit of a whimper, she grabbed both my shoulders, and thrust her hips upward. I just couldn't believe how great this felt. Between all the kisses, and paying attention to both rock hard nipples, we both came with our screaming so loud you'd have thought we were shot.
Rolling away from each other, trying to catch our breath, she just smiled at me and told me, she guessed we were more than just good friends.
By the time Monday morning rolled around, and school was starting, both us must have had these little grins that had our friends asking a million questions. Both of us tried our best to ignore them, and for the most part succeeded.
That is, until after school when several of our best friends caught us behind one of the portables, engaged in a serious lip lock. When we were spotted, and didn't say a word, most of our onlookers knew what caused our serious grins all day.
From that day, until graduation in two weeks, we were nearly inseparable. Yes, we found several times, alone, when we replayed our great fuck session, both in her bedroom, and once in mine.
With me starting college, and Linda getting an office job in Tacoma, we kept up our steady dating. One major change was her getting on a very reliable birth control method, eliminating the need for condoms.
We did start thinking about moving in together, but we both knew we couldn't afford it.
With me nearing my two year degree, I received a job offer from the Sheriff's department in downtown Tacoma. This got us both thinking of getting our own place.
While not being the highest paid analyst in the department, this was by far my largest salary, ever. Between our two paychecks, we found a nice, older apartment in a fairly nice neighborhood.
Just starting my second year on the job, and Linda now over three years at her job, we thought we were doing very well. It was at this time we made the decision to get married. In what I thought should have been the happiest of times, started a true nightmare, for me.
Not right away, but at our sixth or seventh month, I asked about starting a family. Her response shocked me to my core.
"We can't hardly afford to feed ourselves, how can we afford kids, right now?" she yelled.
"Linda, we aren't exactly starving, and we are starting to build up our savings, so we can get a house, some day," I replied.
Right before our one year anniversary, Linda changed jobs, and became a secretary in the largest insurance firm in the entire county. This coincided with a nagging female infection, that concluded with her doctor trying different birth control pills.
This changing of pills necessitated me going back to condoms, not wanting to trust in pulling out in time. Not my favorite method, but she was adamant about not starting a family, just yet.
This continued for a few months, when I started to notice little changes. Working a bit later. Sex becoming more infrequent. Just some little things, that were beginning to add up.
At the six month mark of our condom use, I asked, again, about starting a family, since her infection had long since been cured.
Again, her reply was the same. We just couldn't afford it. Again, it was her reluctance to accept the fact that we were doing better than she portrayed, with us being right at starvation level. This, in fact, wasn't the case.
About two months before our second anniversary, the absolutely worst thing signaled the end of our marriage. Linda had been working later, and later, telling me we needed the extra money. This really caused me a huge problem when I'd check our bank balance, seeing her paycheck amount unchanged.
After the third consecutive payday showing no increase in her pay, I asked, calmly where was all this extra money.
"What are you accusing me of, Declan?"
"You're telling me you're working longer hours for overtime, but there isn't any more money in our account. Are you hiding this extra money?"
"Why don't you just trust me?"
With that, she ran into our bedroom, locking the door. I just resigned myself to the spare room, trying to think if our marriage could be saved.
I was up and off to work before Linda came out of our bedroom. Each time I tried her cell phone, it went straight to voice mail.
I finally called her office and asked if I could talk to my wife. The girl who answered couldn't give me a straight answer, so I asked in a bit of an angry tone, "is Linda McGrew there or not?"
"She's busy, um, I'll tell her you called." Click.
On my lunch break, I drove over to her office, and saw her car in the parking lot. I went into the reception area, where she normally worked, but didn't see her.
Just then, her boss came out of his office, and took me aside and told me to leave.
"Just as soon as you tell me where my wife is, I'll be glad to."
"She and our owner are having a business meeting with a very important client. I'll give her your message when she returns."
I turned around and left, but smelled some sort of a stinky rat.
In the parking lot, I took out my phone, turned on the 'find my phone' app and punched in my wife's number.
It directed me to just outside the parking lot I was standing in, so I ducked down behind my car, and here came a Ferrari GT 308, bright red, and what only could be described as a classic.
It parked right in front, when some well dressed guy jumps out of the drivers seat, and opens up the passenger door, and out climbs my wife, her dress riding up high enough, I could see she wasn't wearing her panties.
I snapped two quick pictures, and another of the driver, plus his license plate.
I was sitting in our living room when she finally came through the door at 7:00 PM.
"Another late afternoon at the office?" I asked.
"Yes, I thought I told you I was working late."
"Did you at least put your panties back on?"
"What are you talking about?"
I took out my phone and showed her my two pictures. plus her boyfriend and his car.
"How long have you and Grant Gaines been fucking?" I asked.
Grant Gaines, being one of the richest under 35 men in Western Washington.
She just stood there, staring at me, not knowing what to do, or what to say.
"Either you gather up some stuff and get the fuck out of here, or I will."
"Tell me, Declan, where am I supposed to go at this hour?"
"How about to Grant's house. Oh, that's right, his wife will probably be there, and may not like your ass being there, too."
I dialed my phone, and when I heard a woman's voice answer the following conversation took place.
Hello.
Is this Laura Gaines, Grant's wife?
Yes, who is this?
My name is Declan McGrew and I'm going to send you some pictures of my wife getting out of Grant's car this afternoon, please pay particular attention to the fact my soon to be ex wife isn't wearing panties!
Send. Send. Send.
"I hope you're happy, asshole, breaking up his marriage!"
"Me? I'm not fucking him in the middle of the afternoon! With that comment, you get out of my apartment, before I throw your cheating ass out the door!" I didn't realize how loud I was screaming, until our neighbors started knocking on our door, asking if everything was all right.
Our neighbors, who we were friendly with, were at our front door, so I opened it, with both of them asking if everything was OK.
"No, it's not. I just sent this piece of cheating shit's lovers wife pictures of her getting out of his car, without her panties. My only question is how long has my soon to be ex been fucking Grant Gaines."
