The email popped up all over town, to relatives, friends, housewives, professionals, factory workers, doctors, lawyers, educators, priests and preachers, even Facebook friends, all they had in common were Amy Taylor and/or Josh Long.
"Hi!" it read, "I'm Ben Taylor, husband of Amy, your daughter, sister, friend, and coworker."
"I know most of you don't know me, and I thank you for your time. I have information to share about my loving wife and her friend, information some of you already have, some of you suspect. I've decided to remove all doubt and share what I have. Most won't like it. Some will hate it, more will hate me, but it's a price I'm willing to pay. Please see first attachment."
A picture popped up of Amy and Josh fully clothed but still kissing passionately.
"A Prelude" the caption read.
"This was taken at her company picnic three months ago. They thought they were being careful, but a friend of mine was looking for his kids, and saw them. He snapped several pictures and gave them to me, thinking I'd need them. What a good friend, and I'm not being facetious."
"I'm ashamed that after that I was the classic insecure husband. I had to know, even if it killed me. And it did."
"Killed me, I mean. Our promises to each other, and God, in front of friends and family, meaningless. Negated by lust, I hate to think it was love."
"Of course, I beat myself up wondering why. Maybe it was the long periods I left her alone while my Seal team and I did covert ops for the CIA. No, wait, I've never been in the military, and the only seals I know are the ones that sun themselves in the harbor."
"Maybe it was because of the time I left her alone when I traveled on business. That can't be right, I never travel on business. And I work almost no overtime, I'm home by five thirty at the latest, every night."
"It must be the neglect from all my hobbies, running off and leaving her and the kids alone while I enjoy myself, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries... Nope, that's out. The only hobby I had was trying to make her happy. She seemed to enjoy the little surprise gifts and getaways, and she had to keep an eye on me to make sure I didn't go overboard on these occasions. And thankfully as it turns out, we hadn't gotten around to having kids."
"I wasn't cruel to her mentally or physically, I didn't neglect her, always made sure she knew I loved her, spent as much time as possible with her. Luckily she had a job, or she would never had time to be with Josh. It helped tremendously that he was her boss, made their little get togethers pretty easy during the day."
"I was shattered when I got proof positive. It was a little expensive, probably illegal, but I never planned to use it in a court of law. I decided to plead my case in the court of public opinion."
"Ah. Proof of what you say? Why their affair, of course. The next attachments are pretty graphic, so don't open them if you think it will offend you."
The next two images popped up. The first was a picture of Amy taken at a downward angle. She was looking up, lovingly, while her mouth was filled with cock. She's Really Good At This was the caption.
The second was of them having sex doggy style, with a split screen leaving no doubt he was buried into her ass. Their faces portrayed lust and happiness. What She Wouldn't Do For Me was the title.
"Sorry if I offended you, but I wanted to remove all doubt. Why would I show you those pictures? Because I filed for divorce using irreconcilable differences, not adultery. Now I've avoided most of the sympathetic looks, the occasional smirks from assholes of both sexes who knew already, and the inevitable conversations. You know what I mean."
All her friends asking if I'm sure this is what I want, it was a mistake, get counseling, she's sorry, it will never happen again, try to get over it. Her mom, who I loved as much as my own mom, won't try to guilt me into a sit down, or her father, who I respect but never really liked, trying to talk some sense into me. I apologize to all of you for being caught in this mess. My firmest desire is that you leave me alone. This is strictly between my wife and me."
"Well, not entirely. I do have Josh to consider. I have to apologize to his wife Sunny, you shouldn't have had to deal with it, or your two kids. They're what, eight and five now? Maybe he'll change, maybe you can forgive him. It's your choice."
"And I apologize to his company and the upper management, for dragging through them through the upcoming lawsuit. After all, all their joining were at their office. I guess purchasing knows the reason now he had a couch put in to his office. Just a tip, if you give the couch to someone else, make sure it's thoroughly cleaned first."
"I know I can't use the pictures, but all my lawyer has to do is depose their coworkers. I doubt seriously they'll take a fall for the company. All in all, and a lot of people will lead pretty miserable lives for awhile."
"So, to wrap it up, this is why I did it like this. To remove all doubt, and to keep from wasting time. After all, every picture tells a story, doesn't it? Amy will be served with divorce papers. That should happen any minute now. I'm going to try a build a new life without her."
"Amy, I'm sorry I wasn't enough. If you had come to me at the beginning, said you had feelings for someone else and left, it would have devastated me. But I would have respected you. Instead, you were the classic cake eater, wanting to have it while you continued to consume it. Well, the cake is gone, Amy, I'm pretty sure you're going to have a pretty bad case of indigestion."
"Then again, maybe not. Maybe you're glad I found out, so your lover and you can run off into the sunset. Whatever. You and I are done. I've moved out of the house, took what I wanted. The rest is all yours."
"All contact will be through my lawyer, it is my steadfast wish to never speak to me again. I don't want an explanation. I don't want to know why. I don't want to hear talk about second chances, because they're not even going to be considered. Go away, Amy, leave me alone."
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The whole office heard Amy scream, before she slid out of her chair in a dead faint. Her coworkers rushed to her aid. Unfortunately, she had fainted at the image of Josh buried in her ass. Soon the buzz started, after one of the receptionists found the email and opened it. Work pretty much ground to a standstill.