This is the story of Jonathan Stone, a police detective. The destruction of his marriage, and his comeback. You'll have to wait for the sex, but hopefully, it will be an interesting read. Thank You.
I'm getting soft in my old age. But not too soft. This will be posted in "Loving Wives" but there is some mysticism. You'll see.
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Detective Jonathan Stone, Jack to his friends, was a basket case. His wife of four years, Lauren, had left him for another man.
He came home on Saturday evening at about 11:30, anticipating a confrontation after the debacle of Friday night.
It had been his wife's company Christmas party. She said she would meet him there, as she had to 'help with the arrangements'. He had showered and changed into his best suit. He would still look like a 'Country hick' next to the suits from his wife's work place. She was an executive assistant to one of the big shots at the advertising agency where she worked. Lots of late nights and short two-three day trips. It had been getting worse over the last year. So he had saved up vacation time and accumulated overtime to take her on an extravagant cruise for two weeks. No questions asked. If he had to kidnap her, he would.
He called a cab and left for the Radisson Hotel where the Christmas Party was being held.
When he walked in, it wasn't hard to spot her.
He'd never seen the dress before. It was iridescent metallic white, cut three inches over the knee and breaking down to mid-calf in the back, tighter than tight. She couldn't have any lingerie on because the dress appeared to have been sprayed on her. Any undies would have had to have been tattooed on.
She was laughing and shaking her assets while the shit-for-brains boss of hers was fondling her ass. He stood looking for five minutes, then strode over, grabbed the prick's arm, and twisted it, making him scream and silencing the crowd. His wife shuddered and shrieked.
"We're leaving. NOW!!", he hissed to her.
"No, I'm staying. It's my event. I am chairing it. Besides, why would I want to go home with you?," she sneered.
His voice dropped so low that only everyone standing in arms length could hear.
"Because I'm your husband. And you're leaking," he finished, pointing at the stain spreading from the barely concealed junction of her thighs.
Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and she glanced down. Her complexion reddened to the shade of a firetruck.
"OH, SHIT!!," she moaned.
A 'friend' raced up and thrust her small clutch into her hand, as she leveled a stare at her and hissed the words, "You better go. NOW!"
Jack pulled her to the door and the crowd parted like the Red Sea. Some dumb shit stepped in front of them and held out his hand.
"We're calling the police," he said to Jack.
Jack pulled his badge and said,"Don't bother."
The man quailed and stumbled backwards as they left.
They walked out the front door and Lauren regained some of her bravado.
"YOU PRICK! You embarrassed me in front of everyone."
"Like you didn't, slut."
He motioned to the valet and said to the young man, "The slut's car, a late model Lexus, powder blue. Bring it around."
The young man stared at the woman.
"I remember it, sir. It'll be right here."
Minutes later the car rolled up and Jack threw the kid five bucks and shoved his wife into the passenger seat. The ride home was arctic cold in the car, even with the heater on full blast.
They pulled up to their apartment and he parked in her slot for their apartment. Of course, her Lexus was under the spot's covering. His '81 Bronco sat next to it, uncovered. Nothing too good for the 'princess'. Except for him, it would appear.
Lauren exited the car with a slammed door. She stormed towards the front door as he watched his wife's retreating form. He took three deep breaths, 'like coach always told them in high school' he remembered. Then he got out and went in to the apartment.
As he closed and locked the door, she spun on him and kicked the 4" heels at him, then peeled the dress off while leering at him.
'Like I thought, no underwear,' he mused.
She sneered at him. "I suppose you're going to want to fuck me now, to try and reclaim me, cuck."
With tears in his eyes and barely concealed anger and fury in his voice, he said, "Not with his cock, bitch."
She gasped and looked down at her shaven mound, now freely leaking viscous fluid. He strode towards her and she recoiled from him.
"Oh, I'm not going to touch you. But I'm getting up early tomorrow before going to work and WE WILL TALK, WIFE!" She recoiled as he pushed past her and went to the extra bedroom and closed the door, turning the lock to secure his 'prison'. Because suddenly, that's what he felt he was in.
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It was a shitty night, tossing and turning. Finally, being unable to sleep, he rousted himself at 7:00 a.m. and started to get out of bed when he heard the front door slam. He jumped up and raced into the living room, opening the front door in time to see the Lexus leaving the parking lot. Turning to go back inside, he raced to the second bedroom and grabbed his cell phone. Speed dialing to #2, he waited as he walked back into the living room. He was greeted by, "I am woman, hear me roar!", Lauren's dial tone.
Her phone was bouncing around on the coffee table.
Stunned, he wondered what had happened to his wife, his life.
She was always high maintenance, flighty, and prone to flirting with everyone-male or female. That was one reason he discounted her actions; she had no interest in women and he was deeply in love with his wife. She wouldn't cheat.
'Yeah, not much', he thought.
Now what? He went to relieve himself and then went to put on the coffee. While the coffee was brewing he went and took a shower. Now that the 'princess of porn' was not home, he had a bathroom again.
He finished and dried off, dressed, and went to the kitchen. He poured the coffee and got some eggs and sausages out of the fridge, scrambled them up, and cooked the sausage. He plated them, then sat at the table- and broke down in tears, pushing the plate and coffee onto the floor. He cried. He got up and went to the couch and sat down and fell asleep.
He woke up and saw he had about 1 hour left to get cleaned up and get to work. He left, still not having heard from Lauren. So much for Saturday.
Swing shift for the city was a disaster. Not from any legal point: there was nothing happening on this Saturday evening, so all he had to do was catch up on paperwork. That was more than enough for Jack. He was totally useless. As the end of the shift approached, his partner Dave Templeton, told him he looked like shit- the useless kind of shit, and he should take tomorrow off. He called the shift supervisor, Capt. Arnold, and told him he had something seriously wrong, and could he get Sunday off. He said it was slow and he would make it up to whoever he got to sub for him. Dave told the Capt. it was not a problem and they could handle it.
So Jack was off. He left for home and the confrontation with his wife.
He pulled into his spot and saw Lauren's spot was empty.
'Just fuckin great,' he thought.
He went and let himself in. Dark. All the lights were off. He hit the switch and the overhead light in the living room came on.
'Shit", he thought. 'She's still not home."
He looked at his watch. 11:45. Then he noticed a candle burning on the kitchen table. Next to it was the classic manila envelope with a folded piece of paper on top, surmounted by her wedding and engagement ring. His shoulders sagged. It truly was over.
He walked to the table and sat. Sighing, he pushed the rings aside and picked up the piece of paper. He unfolded it and read:
'Jackie- (she never missed a chance to bust him) I am leaving you. You will find a petition to dissolve our union in the envelope. I don't consider it a marriage because you were never enough for me. You're just a cop.
"I have moved on and found a real man who can give me what I want and deserve. More money, more status, more 'things'. Get over it, Jackie. Just sign the papers and return them to my lawyer.
"You are pathetic. You never even knew.
Lauren
'That's it', he thought. 'It's all over.'
He picked up the envelope and opened it.
"Petition to annul the union of Lauren Stone, nee Bobert, wife, and Jonathan Stone, husband .....etc., etc., etc." He went and got the quart of Chivas Regal his dad had given him for Christmas the year before. He hadn't ever opened it. That changed. By the time he went and showered and laid down on his marriage bed, half the bottle was gone. After tossing and turning for a few minutes, he slipped off to La La Land.
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He awoke at 12:07 p.m. and groaned when he realized he had missed church. Then he remembered why he had slept so long, and he lost it. He shook himself and pushed himself up to a sitting position, wiping puke off his clothes. He went and showered and shaved. He needed to get past this. He needed support.
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He dressed, grabbed the letter, the envelope, and her rings, and went out to his truck.
'At least some things were reliable', he mused as he climbed in and hit the key, starting it up and letting it come up to temp. He shifted into reverse, backed out, and left for coffee and donuts. As he drove, he went over his problems and the more he thought about it, the madder he got. His pain was almost pushed aside as his anger rose. By the time he got to his parent's house, he was livid.
He pulled into the driveway and saw his older brothers working on his #2 brother's Charger. They looked up as he got out and they grinned and waved.
"Hey, little brother!", they yelled.
He grinned and waved and walked up and took the obligatory slaps and punches. But they could immediately sense something was wrong.
"Where's Lauren?", said Thomas, the older one.
"Don't know," he mumbled. The brothers knew that something was wrong.
