D.L.L.I.G.A.F. #6 - Josephine
The names are fictional to protect the guilty. All sex scenes are between consenting adults. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. I want to thank HeyAll for giving of his time and energy in coaching me to be better. I write for my pleasure and hope that you enjoy the read. This is the 6
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I spend the majority of my weekend talking with headhunters and setting up a job description on road tech and nukeworker. I explain that we are a young construction company looking for a scheduler. I am looking for a quality person that can listen when required and teach when needed. I want a team player that checks their attitude at the door. I want a laid back, flexible, goal-oriented individual that has good communication skill. I secretly hoped that this 'Superman' or 'Supergirl' is waiting for the right opportunity, and this would be it. When I wasn't at my workplace or at home in my home office, then I was in the garage cleaning things up and organizing tools and stuff. It seemed every time I walked through the living room she was engrossed in her phone. We rarely spoke.
Thankfully Monday comes and with it the prospect of work and new visits to the wives of Vicky's lovers. I get up before the crack of dawn anxious for the new day. I Grab a quick shower and out the door.
I message Mandy and Beth and tell them I got breakfast. I go to my favorite donut house. I get a couple of kolaches a couple of breakfast biscuits a pinecone, an apple fritter and a couple of old fashions. I get to the office. I add the latest addition of Vicky's Christmas present to my locker. We have our usual power breakfast. Both the girls are energetic and really have an appetite this morning.
"You guys seem as eager as I am this morning. Did you have a good weekend?" I ask.
Mandy and Beth exchange looks.
Beth starts, "Well, my weekend was pretty boring. Didn't really do much, some housework and read a book. I watched a chick flick or two and just chilled out caught up on some 'me' time. I did go to the salon with a girlfriend, and we got a pedicure and a manicure."
She moved her hands and feet to allow us to view her nails. Me and Mandy ooohed and aaawed making her blush.
Mandy picked up the conversationt.
She said, "It was quiet for me as well. I caught up on housework as well. I spent some time with mom and dad. We talked about the Christmas menu and what we wanted for Christmas gifts. I did a little shopping for my niece and nephew. That's about it. What about you, boss?"
"Well, my home life sucks right now. I try to avoid contact with Vicky as much as possible. I exercise a lot of self-control just to keep from strangling her. I have lost all respect for her and my feelings for her are dying, if not already dead. I really can't wait for her to be out of my life."
Both of the girls were shaking their head and were quiet.
I changed subjects, "What do we have going on this week?"
"Well," Mandy says, "I gathered all of the papers from the dinner and there were a lot of notes and comments written down. I think your message was well received and I got a lot of positive comments when everyone was leaving. I believe most of the craft disciplines we will be covered as far as scheduler input. We will need to hire or acquire some input on network and computer server installation and start up. I am happy with the people that service our stuff, so I will contact them when the time is right and see how they can help."
I nod my head and say, "Good thinking."
Beth reminds me, "I will be handing over the keys this week. So, I will be doing final inspections at the sites. I plan on using laborers as housekeepers for the final cleaning."
I nod and state, "Sounds good. How do you want to turn over the keys? A dinner, meet and greet at the facility and do a walk through? What do you have in mind?"
"Well," she said, "I wanted to do both. I wanted to take a picture for the newspaper of us handing over the keys with everyone smiling. Then include the picture and a puff piece about the project. I want to specifically mention how we delivered the project to the client on budget and ahead of schedule. Making sure to include the names of both companies."
"Damned fine idea, I like it!" I exclaim. I clap my hands together and exclaim, "Yes!". "Go ahead and contact the client and set it up. Message me with the details and I will be there. I want both of you to be there unless you already have plans."
Both girls nod and indicate they will be there. They leave and start their day.
My next visit is to Josephine Randolph. She is married to Joseph Randolph. They are a mixed-race couple. She is a Philippine beauty. She is about 5' tall and weighs 100 pounds, if that. She is thin but not skinny. She has a slight figure, brown eyes, and black straight hair. Her hips are flared somewhat from childbirth. When I was in the service and in the Philippines, we referred to them a LBFMs (little brown fucking machines). They are typically energetic lovers and are eager to satisfy. I can't believe I didn't end up with one of them. Geez good times, good memories.
All of the information that I gathered from social media indicate that her life revolves around her home life and family. They have two daughter ages 15 and 17, both are in high school and have a very active social life.
I arrive just down the block from their house about an hour before Joseph is required to be at work and wait until Joe leaves. Shortly thereafter both daughters run to a Toyota Camry hop in and leave in a hurry. I walk down the street and approach the door. I ring the doorbell.
I hear, "Who is it?" from inside.
I reply, "Mrs. Randolph. Are you Josephine Randolph?"
"Yes." she says.
"My name is Ronald Johnson. I have some information that I think you need to hear. If I could just have a few minutes of your time, I'll explain and then be on my way."
She opens the door wearing a polyester walking suit. She has a look of worry on her face. She invites me to come in. She offers a cup of coffee, and we settle in the eat-in kitchen.
I start my talk, "I recently came upon some information indicating that your husband and my wife have been seeing each other. I didn't hire a private investigator, so I don't have video or audio recordings, however, I do have text messages, emails, some with intimate pictures, car traffic routes, and hotel receipts that tell a convincing story."
I watch her face change from a look of worry to that of pain. She sits in the chair, her face resolute. Tears start to stream down her face and drop off her cheeks into her lap. She starts to sob and lowers her face into her hands. I sit in silence unsure of what to do. She looks up at me with red moist eyes.
She asks, "Are you sure you have the right man?"
"Yes Ma'am, I am afraid so," I state.
"Well, then I guess I should look over any proof that you may have," she says in a quiet shaky voice.
I hand her the folder. I stand behind her and explain what each page is telling her. She begins to cry again when she reads the emails and text messages. She gets quiet and I can sense her emotions change from hurt to being angry when she sees the dick pics and pussy shots in the messages.
I show her the current tracking route of her husband's car. He is leaving Duncan Donuts on his way to work. She gets up and goes to the living room mumbling in her native tongue while pounding her fist into her palm. After a few minutes she stops and looks at me.
She asks, "What do you plan to do?"
I start, "Part of my visit today is for revenge. I want to hurt my wife and her various lovers for what they have done to me and my marriage. She has been stepping out for some time. She has become more emboldened recently and I am done. I intend to give her divorce papers on Christmas. In this state, suing her, each lover, the company, the company owner and the HR department is possible. After that, I am not sure. What about you?"
She replies, "Joe has not been attentive to my needs lately. He has been distant for several months. I just attributed it to stress. Now, I know better. This is the first time that I have caught him cheating. In my culture, cheating is not tolerated well. Women are taught to be loyal and expect the same from their mate. I have never cheated on my husband, but since he has broken our vows, what do I have to lose?"
Her facial expression changes to a smile and she winks at me.
Josephine continues, "I don't have any work-related skills. I will need to find a job to support myself and my daughters. My daughters will be going off to college soon. They both make excellent grades and I believe they should be able to get scholarships. If I do nothing, then I will be sending the wrong message to my daughters. I want to divorce my husband and get as much money as possible. Would it be possible for me to join in the lawsuit as well?"
I offer her my lawyer's business card. She puts the business card and the file of information in a kitchen drawer. She takes my hand and holds it to her face. She smiles at me, and I place my other hand on her other cheek. I slowly lean in and kiss her forehead, her eyes, nose and her cheeks making my way to her mouth. She gasps for my lips and my mouth as I approach her mouth.
She wraps her arms around my neck and consumes my soul through my mouth into hers. I reach down and pick her up and embrace her tightly. She wraps her legs around my waist and dry humps me through our clothes. The heat in our kiss begins to grow and soon the fires of lust are stoked with the emotions of revenge and rage. I squeeze her ass while our tongues wrestle for oral supremacy. She is moaning into my mouth, and I return the action showing her that I am just as aroused as she is. She breaks the kiss and looks intently into my eyes. She nuzzles her head under my chin and against my neck.
She whispers, "Take me to bed, please."
"Gladly, should I call you Jo?" I ask.