Quite a long story, told in short chapters to move things along.
UK English from a bumbling dyslexic, expect mistakes, if that upsets you, don't read it. Your call.
Chapter 1 -- Matt & I
Matt & I had gone to school together, we were neither of us book smart but neither of us were dumb either. In our late teens we had a chat decided that we were fucked if we were going to saddle ourselves with large debts from a college education and that there was a very good living to be made in the trades.
Plumbers were often in short supply and Matt's uncle was a plumber, he was older than Matt's dad and reaching an age when he was happy to have an apprentice or two that he could underpay whilst they learned the trade of him.
He was also of an age and had been frugal with his money so, retirement was something he was not far from ready for and somewhere like Florida with a better climate beckoned where his rheumatic joints would do better in the milder winters. Matt envisaged either him or both of us taking over the business and developing it into something bigger.
So, we joined his Uncle Steve, worked as apprentices for low pay but got the grounding and the skills we needed.
We had a plan but before that we had all the trials and tribulations of growing up, making our way through the teen angst, the learning about life, learning about sex and as important about relationships with both male and female friends, what made people become and stay friends, what people valued and made them want to be around you, being good company, loyalty and the whole nine yards.
In school we had each other's backs, others soon learn ed that if they took on one of us, they took on both of us. We were not huge guys, but we were physically hard from sports, and we had each had our share of fights.
I suppose our friendship solidified for all time one day when I was having hassle from two big football players and Matt cruised in swinging fists, before they knew what was happening we had teamed up to put both of them down and after that we were inseparable, and nobody seemed to want to tangle with us anymore.
When it came to the opposite sex, Matt was a bit of a player, liked to spread himself thinly and seemed to rarely be without some lady on his arm.
Me? I'm Jim by the way, and I became infatuated with Kate in my first year out of school as Matt and I were learning the plumbing trade from his Uncle Steve.
I had met Kate in a bar one night and we just seemed to hit it off, we liked each other and spent a lot of time together, eventually it moved to the bedroom, and we discovered we were just as compatible there.
Matt started to feel like a third wheel, he was not happy to have lost his wingman, but he said that I had done really well for myself and that if I hadn't connected with her first he'd have loved to see where he could have taken things with Kate.
In company we all got on together so well, it seemed like we were all family, it was not uncommon for Kate and Matt to hug fondly, and I thought nothing of it. We were buddies, you never have to worry about your buddy around you girl, right?
Chapter 2 -- Changes
Life moved on, nobody more so than Uncle Steve who retired, sold the business to Matt and I and headed to Florida. My parents had gone guarantor for a loan that funded my part in buying out Steve, Matt's money came as a gift from his parents, so I was the only one carrying a debt.
I had married Kate 2 years ago and life seemed pretty sweet, marriage good, business starting to thrive even more as we put effort into growing it, a little advertising, some social media with past client recommendations and soon we were as busy as we could manage.
The option was to hire more guys, but trained plumbers aren't always easy to find at rates we could afford to pay, so increasingly, we were working longer hours.
Kate was working as a clerk in a law office, the pay was ok, but she didn't really enjoy the work and that there was a creep of a lawyer who tried to hit on her, but she fended off. Then she said that she was looking forward to starting a family. I wasn't sure when that would be, with my loan, we were doing ok but it wasn't exactly a perfect time to lose her income.
As my hours became longer and longer and we had no real chance to start the family, Kate began to retreat into herself a bit and I started to worry about possible depression. I kept telling her that it won't always be this way and that happy days were ahead of us, but that didn't stop her unhappiness.
Then one day, it was like someone had flipped a switch. Kate had a smile on her face and the tension seemed to be gone. I wondered what had happened but was really just happy to see my wife smiling again so did not overthink it.
Soon, our stalled sex life sprang into life, with Kate seemingly recharged and pretty much in need of sex most days. Who amongst you would be bothered by that?
Then one day I was bothered.
Nothing dramatic, but suddenly she seemed to want to suck my balls every time we got together, I liked it, but where did this come from? She had only ever paid passing attention to my hairy sack, now she loved to lick it and suck on my balls like they were a delicacy.
I was unsettled, I needed to think this out, was I making a problem where none existed or was her sudden happiness and love of my scrotum align with something else happening?
A few weeks later and I needed to talk to someone, the obvious candidate my best friend Matt.
Chapter 3 -- Matt Chat
Matt and I met in the Staging Post bought a couple of beers and took a booth at the back wall.
"What's eating you buddy?" Matt asked, "You've been kind of off for the last few weeks, I've been waiting for you to talk to me, didn't want to interfere."
"I hope it's nothing Matt but it's about Kate, she was down, hated her job and had a snake of a lawyer hitting on her at work. Then about 6 weeks back she changes, happy as the day is long and two weeks later, she's trying to fuck me to death almost every day."
"And your problem with a happy wife trying to fuck your cock off?" Matt said with a smirk.
"Well, after a couple of weeks, I notice that she has suddenly become very fond of licking and sucking my ball sack. Thing is she's never really shown any interest before, it got me thinking, Where the fuck is this coming from? Is she learning new tricks with some other bastard?"
"Fuck I love having my nuts sucked." Matt said, then I caught a slight 'what the fuck did I say that for' look crossing his face before he quickly recovered, "it's all good Jim."
We stayed a couple of hours and drank some beers but now I had two people who concerned me. I'm not an educated man but I've heard of Occam's Razor -- when various solutions present themselves, the most obvious one is usually the correct answer.
Chapter 4 -- Who?
Over breakfast that Saturday morning I said top Kate, "I've a lot of work on today, I'm just telling you I'll be away most of the day so you can invite your lover around when I'm gone."
Kate looked totally shocked, to the extent she couldn't form words.
"You know, the guy who loves having his balls sucked? Want to tell me about him?"
She ran to the bedroom, sobbing. I walked out to my truck; the jobs weren't going to do themselves.
I had lied, I was only going to be working until lunchtime and yes, the dumb bitch had fallen for it, when I got home there was Matt's truck in the driveway.
When I walked in, at least they weren't in bed, they were on opposite ends of the couch a box of tissues between then and maybe 40 balled wet tissues on the floor in front of the couch.
As I walked in Matt rose to meet me, he had Just managed "Jim, I'm.." when my fist exploded in his face, and he went down hard, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.
"No need to apologise my best friend, she's your problem now. Kate pack your shit up and get out you fucking filthy slut, I never want to see your cheating face again as long as I live."
As she started to speak, I yelled at her, "I don't fucking want to hear your lies, don't speak or I will really fuck your lover up badly, I'm just in the mood for some real destruction, just pack some shit and get out, you can get the rest when I'm ready.
Better still, I'll box it up and leave it at the office for you, I'm sure your lover will bring it home to you. GO."
It took just a few minutes for her to emerge with a bag and Matt had got himself as far as the couch mopping up the blood with a few tissues.
"Right, fuck off out of my house, you'll both hear from my lawyer next week."
I held the door open; Kate couldn't look at me, but Matt again tried to speak so I gut punched him and he got the message, out they went into Matt's truck and drove off.
I spent the rest of the day researching divorce, simple in our circumstances, and dissolving a company, not so simple in our case as I was the only one holding a debt relating to it.
Lawyer time.
Online I made an appointment with a divorce lawyer and hoped that I could get someone to deal with the other problem on the same visit.
Chapter 5 -- Man on a Mission
I went to see my divorce lawyer, Karen King, and before getting into it asked her what I needed to do to dissolve my partnership with the man fucking my wife. She told me that she would bring her husband Carl into the meeting, company law was his specialty and both cases could be inter-linked because the same man participated in each case.
The divorce was fairly simple, rented accommodation, each financing our own cars and no kids makes it that way 9 times out of 10. The complication was the business, it started before I married Kate and she had signed a prenup acknowledging the business as a non-marital asset, it had actually been Matt who had asked us to do that simply as a protection that the business would not be damaged if Kate and I didn't make it.
