DILLIGAF #7 - Gwen
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 along with Microsoft spell/ grammar check are responsible for the mistakes herein. I write for my pleasure and hope that you enjoy the read. This is the 7
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of 12 chapters in this story. There is a lot of sex in this story, so if you are not interested in explicit sexual writing, then this story won't be your cup of tea. My thanks to HeyAll for getting me on track. Without your eyes, patience, and advice I would still be floundering.
I get up early. I get a shower, get dressed and head out. The neighborhood is quiet when I leave and there are very few lights on. I get to the office before anyone else and walk to my office. I look over my research from the previous evening. I want to have things straight in my own head before talking with Beth and Mandy. It isn't long before my favorite girls come strolling in arm in arm. Beth has a bag with breakfast in it and my stomach growls in anticipation. They both appear to be in a cheery mood.
They say, "Good morning sunshine!" in unison.
They look at each other and laugh. I laugh along with them.
I tell them, "You both look lovely this morning, as you do every morning. It makes my day to see you beautiful and perky in the morning."
They both blush and I move around the table and hold out chairs for them to sit. Beth presents the food, and we dig in.
I start, "Since my revelation, I have been thinking about women and their troubles after the divorce. I have met with some of the wives of Vicky's lovers. They have all been stay at home wives and mothers. They don't have marketable skills. Some of them tolerate cheating because of that. In my mind that, in and of itself, is a crime. I want to help these women and others like them. If they cheat, they are on their own. But if they are the victim, then I feel I should do something to help them to at least be able to provide for themselves and their kids."
Mandy says, "Is this the harem idea you mentioned the other day?"
I smile and nod my head,
"Look, I have been blessed. My company is doing great. I have surrounded myself with great people, many of which care about me and my well-being. They look after my best interests and the best interests of the company. I believe I have a duty to pay it forward. I believe that I can help women and benefit from that help by getting, well trained, loyal, and hard-working employees. I don't even pretend to believe that I can hire all of them, I have been looking at local Vo-techs and community colleges. They have reasonably priced training available in a variety of vocations. I saw everything from cosmetology, computer skills, electrical, HVAC, masonry, carpentry, heavy equipment operator, truck driving, nursing, EMT, etc. The vocation doesn't have to be in construction, but it would be nice to pick well trained workers for the benefit of the company. I think I will talk with the head of the local schools in the next few days. What do you guys think?"
Both of the girls sat there for a couple of minutes letting my words sink in. They have an ability to communicate between themselves without speaking, which both scares me and amazes me.
Beth says, "I think this is a wonderful idea. It will be quite an undertaking. Speaking as a woman, when someone helps you without asking for something in return, red flags should automatically be raised. But when it is legit, then you will be loyal to those that helped. I don't see a downside except the administration of the whole project. The community will be getting skilled workers and will benefit from payroll taxes and sales tax revenue. The kids will have a better home environment from their mothers having pride in themselves and being able to provide a better life for their children."
Mandy nodded in agreement.
"Thanks for listening. I will work on this in my spare time. Have you guys got anything for me?" I ask.
Mandy says, "Yes, the three projects are completed, and we have turned the keys over to the new owners. However, I have asked them if we could have a ceremonial turning over of the keys and put it in the newspaper. All of them liked the idea, especially when I mentioned the newspaper. I have set it up for next week. We will do all three photo ops and have the articles in the following Sunday's paper."
She smiles, happy to have coordinated this in such a short time.
"Great job. Fantastic. Excellent as always. Damn you are good. Thank you" I said. Mandy was beaming. "Beth, do you have anything?" She shook her head. "Alright group hug!"
I stood and clap my hands together then outstretch my arms. I nice three-way hug ensured. We broke the hug.
Mandy left and Beth remained. I had a puzzled look on my face. Beth walks close, locks eyes with me.
She speaks softly, "Thank you. Mandy needed that. Something has been bothering her. She hasn't talked about it yet. She will when it feels right, I am sure. She seems quiet and little down in the dumps lately. She needed those words of praise and encouragement."
She kissed my cheek, winks at me and said, "We all do."
She exits my office leaving me to prepare for my next appointment. Gary Ashbury is married to Gwen. She is about 5'3" and carries 120 pounds, she is slim, her figure is well-proportioned. She has blue eyes, and blonde wavy hair. In a different part of the country, I could picture her being a surfer girl. She carries nice B size or small C size breasts. Well-proportioned in my book means that her tits, her waist, her legs and her ass fit together nicely. No single attribute stands out that takes attention away from the others.
All the information that I gathered on social media indicates that she has one son, a senior in high school. He works after school at a couple of jobs and pays for his car and insurance. I arrive just down the block from their house about an hour before Gary is required to be at work and wait until Gary leaves. It is a few minutes before their son comes running out of the house carrying his backpack. He opens the door on his car, throws the backpack in, climbs in, fires it up and is gone in a blink of the eye. I wait a couple of minutes before approaching the house. I walk down the street and approach the door. I ring the doorbell.
I hear, "Who is it?" from inside.
I reply, "Mrs. Ashbury. Are you Gwen Ashbury?"
"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 wraparound dress. It is a sky blue color and really goes with her eyes and complexion. She invites me to come in. She offers a cup of coffee, and we sit at the dining room table.
I start, "I recently came upon some information indicating that your husband and my wife have been seeing each other."
As soon as those words are out of my mouth, she raises a hand to cover her mouth and she gasps loudly. The color drains from her face. She looks like she is about to throw up.
I continue, "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 tale."
She has a look of shock on her face, "Oh, My God, I don't believe it! Not again. Oh God, please not again!"
She gets up and quickly walks into the kitchen. I hear a retching noise several times. She is vomiting in the kitchen sink. She walks through the dining room and has an arm extended towards me with her palm exposed to me. I take it as she wants me to remain where I am.
She walks to the back of the house. I hear noises familiar with someone brushing her teeth and rinsing their mouth out. A few minutes later she comes back into the dining room smelling like toothpaste. She smiles nervously.
She says, "I apologize. That was quite a shock to me."
"There is no need to apologize, that is a lot to take in a short period of time." I reply.
"Can I look at the information that you have?" she asks.
I nod and slide the file over in front of her. She opens it and as she looks over a couple of pages. Her hands start to tremble. Her lower lip starts to quiver, and tears start to cascade down her face. She starts to make the ugly face and starts to sob in earnest. I hand her my handkerchief which she takes and wipes her face and blows her nose. Her spirit is broken, and it takes several minutes to compose herself. She stops crying and stands up. She looks over at me.
She says, "I have seen enough. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I should have never taken him back. Leopards don't change their spots."
She starts crying again. I stand to comfort her and move to embrace her. She sobs in my chest for a few minutes. I just rock her back and forth and pat and gently rub her back. She composes herself and starts to talk.
"I'm done. I'm not going through this again. The pain and humiliation of being cheated on is too much. My son has seen this and what it has done to our homelife. I have got to set a better example. I'm going to sit down with my son and tell him how I feel and how I am going to proceed. How do you feel about all of this Mr. Johnson?"
"Well, I share your pain, humiliation, and anger." I said, "She has been stepping out on me for a while. She has left our marriage and doesn't care. I can't forgive and won't forget. I have filed for divorce and plan to serve her Christmas day. I have my lawyer's business card if you wish to use her. I have talked to the other wives and let them know of their husband's dalliances. I thought about it and then decided that if I were in the wives' shoes, then I would want to know. What about you, tell me your story."
"I caught him cheating about ten years ago. It was a workplace romance and I picked up on some signals at a company picnic. Later during the party, they both seemed to disappear, I looked for my husband and caught them in the swimming pool cabana. I left the party and left him there. He begged me to take him back. He quit his job and we moved here. It was a couple of years before we were anything close to normal. I guess about six months ago I started to get those feelings again. You know that something isn't right. Always trust your gut. I trust my gut that you are a good man Mr. Johnson."
