It was totally unexpected.
I'd just gotten home from a hard day at work expecting to find my wife Nancy in the kitchen getting supper ready. Nancy worked, but she got home at five while I didn't get there until six or so. She would have the food ready, we would eat, talk about our day, watch some TV and then head off to bed where, most nights anyway, we would make love.
I walked into the apartment and found Nancy sitting on the couch with John Marcus. John was an attorney with Dewey, Cheatum and Howe which is where Nancy was employed as a secretary. They were holding hands. Before I could ask what the hell as going on Nancy said:
"Sit down Roy; we have to talk."
"About what Nancy and why are you holding hands with your boss?"
"That is what we need to talk about Roy. Please sit down."
"I think I'd rather stand."
She looked at John and he nodded his head and Nancy said "There is no easy way to do this, but the fact is John and I have fallen in love and I'm going to divorce you and marry John. John has taken care of all the paperwork and all you need to do is sign it. I'm not asking for anything, just my clothing, jewelry and such. Just sign and it will all be over in ninety days."
John picked up some papers sitting next to him on the couch, stood up and came toward me while saying:
"Roy Martin, you hav�" and that was as far as he got before my right foot caught him squarely in the crotch. He dropped the papers he was holding and bent at the waist with his hands heading for his hurting balls and as he bent I hit his jaw as hard as I could with my balled up fist and he fell to the floor.
"You miserable piece of shit" I hollered as I kicked him in the balls again, "It doesn't matter if she came after you or you went after her you knew she was married!'
While all that was going on Nancy sat there in shock, too stunned to even cry out. I left John on the floor crying and holding his crotch, pulled Nancy off the couch and dragged her into the bedroom. By the time I had her off the couch she had recovered enough to try and get away from me crying:
"Let go of me. Turn me loose damn you!"
I pushed her down face first on the bed with her face stuffed into a pillow and sat on her back while I ripped a sheet apart. Using the torn sheet I tied Nancy up and gagged her and then went out to the living room, grabbed John's collar and drug him into the bedroom, tossed him on the bed and tied and gagged him also.
I stood there looking at them and then started laughing.
"How about this! The lovers in bed together and the husband standing there watching. Is that kinky or what?"
While they laid there and watched I cleaned out my dresser and the closet of my things and packed them. I took a cell phone picture of the two and then said:
"Y'all don't go anywhere now, hear?"
I left them and then took everything out of the apartment that I wanted and that I could get in a hurry and then loaded it all in my truck. I'd come back later for the big stuff. I went back into the bedroom and got all the stuff I'd packed and took it out to the truck.
Back in the apartment I cleaned out Nancy's purse taking all the money and credit cards and then paid one last visit to the bedroom. I stood there and watched them struggle trying to get loose. After a minute or so I said:
"When I hit the city limit sign I'll call someone to come rescue you. If I'm lucky I'll never see either of you ever again. Then again, maybe I'll wait until I'm a thousand miles away to make the call. Once you are loose you will only have to wait a year before you can divorce me for abandonment. Take care now, hear? Snuggle up and enjoy some cuddle time" and then I took off and left them there.
As I headed down the road I was asking myself why I was being such an asshole over what happened, but even as I had the thought I knew why. It was the way it was done. If Nancy would have come to me and said she wanted a divorce because she had fallen in love with another man I wouldn't have liked it, but I would have accepted that she didn't want to be with me. I might have asked what I'd done to drive her away, or what I was lacking as far as she was concerned, but I would have just let her go. But to confront me in my own home with her lover holding her hand and saying "Here is the paperwork, sign it" was just too cold and in your face for me to let it go.
And I wasn't done fucking with them yet. I was expecting dinner to be ready for me when I got home and it since it wasn't I was going to hit the Village Inn and have dinner. I would call Nancy's sister after I finished my dessert and tell her she needed to go and help Nancy. Let her find her sister and her sister's lover and let her be the one to spread the story.
As I ate my dinner I was wondering why, if she was in love with her boss, she had been fucking me damned near to death right up until the confrontation in our living room. I'd probably never know the answer to that question.
I finished my apple pie ala mode and then called Nancy's sister Julie. I told her that I'd left her sister and her sister's lover tied up in the bedroom of our apartment and then hung up before she could ask me any questions.
Hopefully my "Thousand miles away" would have them thinking I was leaving town and they wouldn't bother looking for me. Actually I was only going to move to the other side of town.
I left the restaurant and checked into the Quality Inn and then called my boss at home. When he answered I explained the situation, arranged to take the next two days off and then asked him to tell Nancy if she called him that I had come into work and quit without notice, mumbled something about Florida and had left. He said he would and then said:
"You do realize if you stay here she will eventually see you somewhere or someone who knows the two of you might mention seeing you don't you?"
"Yeah, but this is all about fucking with her as much as I can. Might be only a day or two, but I'll take what I can get."
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I hit the bank first thing in the morning only to find out Nancy had lied to me. All she wanted was her clothing, personal items and such? I found that Nancy had been in the day before and had taken out half of the checking and savings accounts. I checked the safe deposit box and found she had apparently forgotten about it. It still had the six certificates of deposit and another way to fuck over her.
The CDs came to twelve thousand dollars. They were supposed to be the down payment on a house. We each put ten percent of our net pay into savings and then when savings hit two thousand we purchased a CD. The goal was twenty thousand. But that wasn't what was really going to piss her off. There was jewelry in the box. It had been her great, great grandmother's and it had been passed down through the family and Nancy had gotten it when her mother had passed from cancer. It had been appraised and had a value of eighty-two thousand.
The jewelry was a bone of contention between Nancy and her sister Julie. Julie had always maintained that she should have gotten half and Nancy had always claimed that it was hers as she was the first born and would in turn go to her daughter when she had one. Nancy was going to be really, really pissed when she remembered the box, opened it and found it empty. I cleaned out the box and I would hang onto the jewelry until Nancy found it gone and after letting her rant for a bit I would give the jewelry to Julie.
In the morning I rented a U-Haul and waited until I knew that Nancy had gone to work and then I swung by the apartment to get the heavy stuff I wanted. My key wouldn't work and I cussed myself for not waiting until all the hardware stores were closed before calling Julie. But it was my name on the lease and I hadn't been served with a restraining order (at least not yet) so I had a right to be in the place. It wasn't all that hard to break in. I would have to pay the property management company whatever it cost to fix or replace the door, but that was the least of my problems at the time.
I had everything I wanted out of the house in forty-five minutes and had it stashed in a storage unit an hour later. While in the apartment I used the phone to cancel the credit cards we held jointly and called Megan at the management company about the apartment door and told her I'd call her back in a couple of days and arrange to pay for it.
I'd known Megan for years so when she asked what happened I told her the story. She laughed and said:
"Really? You left them in bed together? Wait until I spread the word on that. That frees you up for me."
"What about Mike?"
"He pulled the same shit Nancy pulled. Hooked up with some slut he worked with and told me he loved her more than he did me. You got my home number?"
"I've got it."
"When you feel ready don't be afraid to use it."
"Thanks Meg. Talk to you later."
I stopped at the library and checked out a half dozen books. My plan was to hole up and do nothing but work during the day and read in the evening, If I wasn't out and about there was little chance I'd be spotted by Nancy or whoever she might have looking for me.
I couldn't afford to stay in the motel too long so I called Megan and she pointed me to an apartment complex on the other side of town from my old one. She called the apartment manager and smoothed the way for me.
I knew I was taking a chance staying in town. In some of my conversations with Nancy when she talked about her job and the people she worked with she had mentioned that Marcus was getting close to a partnership and I was gambling that Marcus would want to avoid the scandal that could happen if he wanted to press charges against me for assault. For one thing it could cost him the partnership he was hoping for because it would bring to light that he was messing around with a married employee. I was betting that he wouldn't want the partners in his law firm coming down on him for the adverse publicity that could come. I was also betting he would talk Nancy out of filing spousal abuse charges for the same reason.
By the end of three days I was moved into my new apartment. When I went to work my boss told me Nancy had called and that he'd told her about my move to Florida. He said she exclaimed "Shit!" and had hung up on him. I couldn't help but laugh when I heard that.
Around eleven I called Megan and asked what I owed for the door and she told me nothing. Nancy had taken care of it. Then Megan asked me where we were going on our first date. I explained my plan as far as Nancy was concerned and she laughed and said I was evil. Then she said:
"You can come over to my place for dinner and we can talk about old times. That way you won't be out and about and there is no chance she will see you."
"What time?"
"Say six?"
She gave me directions and I told her I'd see her at six.
As I drove over to Megan's I thought about her and how long I'd known her. We had dated off and on all the way through high school and had almost reached the going steady stage. Her hand had been the first female hand on my cock since mom washed it when I was a little boy and her tits had been the first tits in my mouth since mom had nursed me as a baby. Before we could take it to the next level her dad received a promotion and the family moved.
I didn't know she was back in town until the day I stopped at the manager's office to sign the lease papers for the apartment, but by then I was married to Nancy.
