The following was inspired by JimAfflictioN's 2008 story, "South Bound Train," but it IS NOT a "conclusion," even though the original short story had no ending and nothing else was written to bring the tale to a conclusion.
The original story line went something like this: A man and wife are on a train with a friend of hers named Jim. As the main character watches, Jim and his wife have sex in a dining car. The story ends with the husband simply watching the action but doing nothing whatsoever. There is no other context given in the original story, so I took a certain amount of artistic license.
While the original premise basically remains the same, the names of the characters have been changed.
For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper...
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I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing - Joni, my wife of seven years, was on a table in the dining car with Jim, her friend, fucking her brains out. I looked around, thinking there had to be an attendant or a waiter somewhere, but oddly enough, there wasn't.
At that moment, whatever love I had for my wife died. This was supposed to be a fun excursion for the two of us to reconnect. I was surprised when she told me that Jim, a friend of hers from work, would be there. She insisted he was a friend to both of us, but in truth, I didn't care for the guy and I couldn't think of any reason why he wanted to tag along at the time, but now I knew.
I also knew I would need evidence for my divorce - oh, yeah, we were finished. Sure, the sight of them screwing on the table got me a bit excited, but there was no way I was going to stand for this total disrespect. I pulled out my cell phone and began recording their tryst on video. I had no desire to watch or hear what they had to say.
It seemed like they fucked forever on that table, and I couldn't believe how rough Jim was with her. She seemed to even enjoy it. Maybe I should have been rough with her, but that just wasn't my style. Finally, they stopped and Joni straightened out her dress, giving Jim her panties - the sexy new panties I thought she bought for me. He smiled and brought them up to his face, taking in her aroma.
"We have to be careful," she said as they took their seats. "If George finds out about us, he won't be happy at all."
"Ah, fuck that wimpy cuck," Jim said with a sneer. "We've been fucking for the last year and he's never found out." What, I thought to myself. This shit's been going on for a year? I knew things had been a bit strained between Joni and I, with my work schedule being so harried, but dammit, that's what kept a roof over our heads. Sure, Joni worked too, but her salary, such as it was, went to pay for things she wanted - her clothes, accessories, trips to the salon and so forth. That was the whole idea of taking a few days off to travel a bit by rail and see the sights and spend time in each other's arms.
"So," Jim said, "are you gonna make him clean my cum out of your pussy when you get back to him?"
"That would be so wicked, wouldn't it?" she asked.
"Did you do like I said about the birth control?" he asked. Joni nodded her head.
"Yeah," she said. "I quit taking it so you could knock me up. I told George I was on my period this week, so he won't be expecting any sex." They both had a good laugh at that.
"So why do you stay with him?" Jim asked. "You obviously don't love him or you wouldn't be doing this to him."
"Well, it's not that I don't love him," she said. "I like him enough but I just don't have that burning love for him anymore. Besides, he brings in a good paycheck and you know I couldn't live off what I make."
"So, you're staying with him for the money," he said. She nodded her head.
"Pretty much," she said. "Hell, I could never afford the accommodations he got on this trip, and neither could you.
"So, when do you want to get together again?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe later this evening after he goes to sleep," she said. George saw and heard enough, and ended the video. He made his way back to the sleeper car where he and Joni stayed and considered his options. Divorce was a given, but there had to be something more. Both her and her fuck-face boy friend needed to pay.
He pulled his phone back out and went to his contacts, looking for the number to his lawyer.
"Fred Jergins," the man said as he answered the call.
"Fred, this is George, I need you to start preparing divorce papers for me, and I want the prenuptial enforced," I said.
"Divorce?" Fred asked, surprised. "Are you sure about this?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I said.
"On what grounds?" Fred asked.
"Adultery," I said. "I have video I can send you if you need proof."
"Yeah, do that," Fred said. "I've got the prenup here so it shouldn't take too long to get it set up. When do you want her served?"
"The sooner the better," I said. "We'll be back in Springfield in a couple days, so maybe you can have her served at the train station. I also need to find out what I can about her boyfriend, Jim Simpson. He works with her."
"I'll get our investigator on it," Fred said. "Send me the video and I'll take a look. Don't do anything stupid, got it?"
"Yeah, right," I said. "You know me."
"Yeah, I do," Fred said. "That's why I said not to do anything stupid." Fred always made me laugh. We ended the call, and I sent Fred the video. Then I sat back and thought for a minute about what else to do.
I pulled out my tablet and connected my phone to it. After transferring the video to the tablet, I turned on the phone's hot spot and used that to connect my tablet to our home network through a VPN, or virtual private network. I had that set up some time back so I could safely access my files from anywhere in the world.
The first thing I did was log into our banking and do the typical dance - closing joint cards, moving funds around, etc. I didn't want to take any chances, even with the prenuptial agreement.
I had another evil thought. Joni liked to use the home computer for her personal emails. Fortunately, she wasn't too bright about things like security, so I was able to log into her webmail account with a couple clicks.
I copied the video first to the tablet, then to the home computer. With her webmail client open, I wrote an email, trying to sound like her.
I used a cheesy subject line that sounded like her: "Check out my fun train trip!" In the body, I wrote: "Check out what I do while my clueless hubby sleeps."
I then attached the video to the email and sent it to everyone on her contact list. That's right - friends, family, her co-workers, you name it. I looked it over for a minute, then hit send. Fuck it, I thought to myself.
I opened the door to our compartment just in time to see one of the attendants. I motioned for him to come over when he looked up at me.
"Is everything alright, sir?" he asked.
"Well, my wife says she wants to move to another cabin," I said. "Can you tell me what cabin an Jim Simpson is located in?" The attendant consulted his tablet for a moment before answering.