By Likegoodwine copyrighted February 2013
Here's another short story for you. Enjoy! If you like long stories that explain everything from the when, where to the why and why not, don't read. It doesn't explain neither why nor what happened after the separation. It is not a fantasy, it is fiction and entertainment. If you look to spend a nice 15 minutes reading a story to alleviate the boredom of your day, be my guess.
Thank to Scalia for his patient editing.
Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow.
Chapter 1 - Heartbroken
Over the past 30 years, computers have revolutionized our lives. They affect all of us. Some for the worst, but mostly for the better! Almost a year ago, my laptop changed my life but for the worst. I was stuck in Salt Lake City for a weeklong meeting. It was the first evening away from home and I had made my usual phone call home. I was now feasting my eyes on a live sex show on my computer. Despite her advancing age, the woman on my small 14" screen had all the right curves at the right place, hips and breasts.
She was moving her hips slowly as she fucked her partner cowgirl style. I could see him playing with her slightly sagging C cup breasts. She bent a bit, their lips met, and they shared a long lustful kiss.
After the kiss, they disengaged and changed position. He was now on top of her in a missionary position.
I had enough. I quit the program and turned off my computer. I wasn't at all aroused by what I had just witnessed. As a matter of fact, the whole thing disgusted me. The woman on the screen, the one who had been in the throes of an intense fucking was none other than my lovely wife, Martha. And that intense fucking was taking place in our Sacramento home.
Martha is a beautiful 47-year old woman. After almost 25 years of marriage and two grown children, she is still a very sensuous woman with all the right curves.
Me, Bob McLeod, I am a 49-year old architect, a loving husband for 25 years and now a cuckold.
I had known for a while something was amiss between Martha and me. She was distant, often distracted when alone with me, barely listening to me, and our lovemaking was sporadic at best. And she didn't even watch Oprah...
I became suspicious of her new habit to work late at work and over the weekend. So, as my trip was approaching, it became clear that I had to find a way to monitor her while I was gone. It wasn't very difficult, only somewhat expensive. I had a few motion-activated video cameras installed all over the house under the guise of a new security system. I could monitor every camera from anywhere in the world.
In a way, I am glad that I discovered her cheating that evening. After a few minutes of self-pity, my anger took over. With no outlet to vent it, that anger simply raised my blood pressure to a new peak, and the first thing I knew, I keeled over. I knew something was wrong, very wrong. I had time to call 911, give them my room number at the Hilton, and I passed out.
I woke up later that night in the ICU. To make a long and painful story short, I learned a few days later, after many tests, that I was suffering of an advanced stage of endocarditis: most of my heart valves were badly damaged.
In a matter of just a few days I had learned twice that I was heartbroken. I was figuratively heartbroken when I discovered that my marriage of 25 years was over, and that my loving wife was nothing else than a cheating and lying slut. I was also literally heartbroken as I learned that without a heart transplant I had very few months to live, a year at the most.
Under any other circumstances, I am pretty sure that I would had taken the long and slow way out of my marriage with Martha. But now, I didn't have time to waste. All alone, bedridden in a strange city hospital, all I could do was to plan the next few months, my last few months. I would make them count.
Yes, I am a sore loser and it's true that I was mainly plotting my revenge on my wife and her lover. Well sue me! I sure won't be there if it goes to trial anyway. As a matter of fact, nothing I can do could really affect me for long. Only my revulsion of firearms kept me from flying home and shooting then in flagrante delicto. That and the fact that I couldn't fly but had to take a long ambulance ride all the way home.
It sure surprised my brother Steve when an ambulance showed up at his house in Elk Grove, CA.
There was no way I would be going home and I didn't want to impose on my kids. It left my twin brother Steve. We are not identical twin brothers mind you. We are fraternal twins. When a stranger or a mere acquaintance looks at us, they can't tell us apart. But everybody close to us can tell the difference. One of the big differences is that I have only one kidney, just like Steve. But I have a right kidney and he has a left kidney, my kidney. See, Steve travelled a lot in his early twenties. He didn't know he had a bad infection. He let it sap his health for months then when the doctors found out about it, he was close to death with kidney failure. A few tests and a surgery later, he was back on his feet with one of my kidney.
No wonder I turned to him in my hour of need.
I didn't have to ring the bell. While the medic was pushing me on a wheelchair toward the house (company policy as I can walk by myself), the front door opened and Steve came out.
"Bob, what the fuck is going on? What's all that? The ambulance and the wheelchair," asked Steve.
"Well, Steve, nice to see you too!" I said while stepping out of the wheelchair. I turned toward the medic to shake his hand. "Thanks buddy! Care for a coffee before heading back to Salt Lake City?"
"No thanks! My wives are waiting for me and I don't want to give them too much to complain about. One wife complaining is one thing, three of them is another," the medic said. "I'll be on my way. Take care now!"
Poor guy! I looked at him as he walked slowly toward the ambulance like if the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders.
I walked pass Steve and got in the house, my younger brother on my heels, like 49 years ago when he followed me about an hour later, making my Mom's ordeal a nightmare. You know now why my mom loved me best.
I went for the fridge, grabbed two beers and sat at the table, offering one to Steve.
He waited a little bit before asking me again what was up with me.
"Well," I said, "I'm fucked. There's no better way to say it I guess. First, my heart is like a Swiss cheese and hasn't many more miles left in it. I have less than a year to live the doctors said..."
On that statement my brother jumped from his chair, dumbfounded, a pained expression on his face.
"Oh Bob! It's awful. Can't they do like with me? A transplant?"
"Well, I was put on a recipient list but the doctor tells me I don't have much of a chance. Remember that we have a rare blood? Add to that my age and the fact that I am running on one kidney only, and I am not very high on the priority list."
"That sucks," said my brother, slumping back onto his chair.
"How's Martha reacting to the news?" asked Steve.
I didn't answer right away. I simply looked at him and it gave him time to connect the dots. He looked at me when he realized that Martha probably didn't know.
"Oh my God! She doesn't know, does she? You came here straight away from Salt Lake," concluded my brother. "What's going on Bob? Why didn't you go home?"
"Steve, I discovered my heart condition after I had a heart attack in Salt Lake City," I told him. "And I had a heart attack after I discovered that Martha was cheating on me. It almost killed me."
"And ... Well... How did you found out she was cheating on you?" asked Steve.
"It doesn't matter how," I answered him. "I have only a few more months to live and I don't want to be caught in more pain. The bitch is out on my life. I won't even divorce her."
"What will you do?" asked Steve.
"First, I will get my hands on as much cash as I can. I will really enjoy these next few months", I said. "Second, I will change my will and my life insurance. There's no way the bitch will get anything out of my death. Everything goes to the kids..."
A thought just crossed my mind. Were they my kids? How long had she cheated on me?
