Ira My Not so Loving Wife

My old buddy Jim Burns told me: "My brother in-law owns two storage places. I will ask him if he will rent you what you need with out your name on it."

Now I had to figure out how to empty the two rooms without being seen on camera. Walt Duncan started laughing and said: "Not a problem, all those places use remote servers for surveillance storage. I will capture the signal and wipe the memory the day you rented your unit. When you clean out the two rooms I will block the cameras from recording. The only thing tying you there will be on their onsite computer with your information. When I block the cameras, I will wipe their hard drive clean. After, all they will know is they were hacked."

I asked Walt: "How do you know how to do all that?"

Walt told me: "You remember I joined the Navy after we graduated. I ended up in intelligence working with the Seal Teams. We did this shit all the time."

I said: "Back then there weren't computers and internet."

Walt laughed and said: "I was in twenty-five years, then fifteen as an independent contractor. The teams would be in country while I was safe in a bird miles away over friendly countries. Now I do it free-lance for the government at eight hundred and hour, plus expenses."

I thanked both and bought a round of drinks for them and the other three friends that were with us.

Two days later Jim called me and said: "My brother in-law say he will rent you what you need off the books. For a short term, will that work or do you need it longer?"

I asked: "How long is a short term?"

Jim told me: "Three months, does that work?"

I smiled and said: "That is more than enough time. What does he drink I will get him a case of it."

Jim said: "My sister would shoot you; her husband is a friend of Bill's if you know what that means. It is touch and go for him and if he drinks again, he loses her."

I asked: "What can I get him?"

Jim said: "I'll ask my sister and let you know."

The end of the week, Walt called and asked to meet me. When he told me where I thought it was odd, but he was doing me a favor. It was Saturday morning 6am, as I parked in the lot at The JFK Library. I didn't see any other cars and wondered if I had heard Walt wrong about the time. As I was about to get out and go to the door. A van with dark tinted window pulled beside my car.

My phone beeped with a text, it was from Walt and said: "Get out lock your car and get in the back of the van."

After locking my car, I turned and the rear door of the van slid open. As I got in Walt was sitting there with another guy and the driver swiveled the captain chair driver's seat.

Walt told me: "The gentleman on my left is a former lawyer with the IRS and the driver is a former prosecutor with the Justice Department. Neither of them are here as far as you are concerned. I am going to ask you some questions. They will be wearing headphones, that most likely prevent them from hearing your answers."

Walt looked at each and they put on what looked like headphones. He then asked me: "Due you and Kira file joint tax returns?"

I answered: "No, she always files her own taxes."

He then asked: "What about the house, bank accounts, investments, or anything that is held jointly?"

I told him: "No, we each have separate accounts and the house was my Parents' and It is in a trust and I am the only beneficiary. My sister got the condo in Florida and my brother the place in New Hampshire, all three are in separate trusts."

Walt said: "Good, now do you and Kira have trusts and wills?"

I was wondering why all the question, but didn't ask, instead I answered: "Yes, we both have trusts and wills."

His next question was: "Who is the beneficiary of each of your wills and trusts?"

I told him: "Both wills name our own trusts as the beneficiaries. The trusts name our oldest the survivor trustee for each of us. Before that we are our own trustee of our thrusts."

Walt then told me: "I will ride with you back to my place. Along the way I will tell you how this needs to be handled."

We got out of the van and it was moving as I unlocked my car. Once inside Walt told me: "You can not move anything from either storage room till I tell you to. Then it will be only from your storage room. Those gentlemen and I are going to arrange for both storage rooms to be entered and everything in them copied. If anything in the foot locker and the boxes in your storage room is found critical to the case against your wife. I will let you know and we will remove it before you move any of it. Now her room must stay as is still a search warrant is issued. You will have a copy of everything in her storage room."

I told him: "I am not sure I want that to happen to her. It will devastate my kids if she is arrested and they fined out their mother is a paid whore and a pimp."

Walt told me: "Don you need to know the facts. The Boston and Mass State Police have a file on her. As does the State Department of Revenue.

If the feds nail her first most likely the state will back off to save the tax payers the cost of prosecuting her. If the state gets her first, they won't back down. With the feds it can be handled more quietly. Kira is going down for tax evasion, prostitution, promoting prostitution, human trafficking if any of the women say she forced them in any way. Any assets she has will be sized and they may hit her with a Rico charge. You are in the clear because nothing you or her have is held jointly. Filing separate taxes is saving your ass,"

I asked Walt: "When will this all go down?"

He said: "My best guess is two weeks maybe three."

I asked him: "Will you let me know two hours before she is served so, I can tell my kids. I would hate for them to see it on the news or hear it from someone else."

Walt said: "I will do that if there is a leak we know about. They want to keep this out of the media, if possible, they feel there are others higher up controlling her. If so, and she cooperates. She could come out fairly unscathed, she will forfeit most of what she has a mast over the years, but they won't wipe her out."

I pulled up to Walt's house and he got out. This is not what I wanted, I only wanted to be able to pressure her into a divorce. I hated what she did our whole marriage. But I still had feeling for her as our children's mother. I need advice from someone that wouldn't judge me or Kira or would talk to anyone about what I talk to him about. I am catholic, but if I enter a church, it was because I had no choice. Even then I waited inside the door to tell if I heard the roof making any noise.

The only one I could think to talk to was my friend Simon. Simon and I ate at the same Jewish deli for the last thirty something years. The first five we would say hi. Then one day the only open seat was next to Simon at the counter. We talked and I found out he was a Rabbi and he learned I was a union official. From that day if we were both there we sat together. We became friends and went to ball games together. We would break bread as he called it at each other's home. Our wives got along and our kids hung out together."

When he saw me in the doorway to his office in the Temple, He told me: "Don come in and close the door. You look like your world has collapsed. Talk to me."

I did telling him the whole thing. He was shacking his head and stood up and put his hands on my shoulders.

Then he said: "Even what she has done she is your wife. I sense that you want to help her, and as her husband you should. There is what you can do legally and morally. But there is what a husband can do to protect his family."

I told Simon: "I want to protect my family, I just don't know how."

Simon told me: "My wife's grandfather survived the camps as did my wife's grandmother. They were in different camps and meet in Israel after the war. Fell in love and married. One day a survivor from the camp his wife had been in came to visit someone in the town they lived in. After service, as they were leaving the man saw my wife's grandmother's husband not knowing he was talking to her husband: "I know that whore, she was a whore for the officers at the camp. Liza's grandfather asked him to take a walk and tell him more.

The man told everything he knew and when they were in an area with no one around. Liza's grandfather slit the man's throat and left him to die. He already knew what his wife did to survive the camps. If she hadn't, she never would have survived. He did what he did to protect his family. His wife was pregnant with their first child Liza's father."

I thanked Simon for his advice and knew what I was going to do. Two things, find where Kira was now and warn her. Then remove the things in the storage room I rented that I felt would be what the feds would need. It was up to Kira to take care of her stuff. Where I took mime couldn't be where she takes hers. My dad had a shed in the woods in Maine, it was a hunting cabin at one time and as far as I know the deed is still in his grandfather's name. It is federal land and predated the government taking the land. If it remains in the family there are no taxes. Because it cannot be sold.

When I got home there was a note from Kira she was at the school for a meeting and would be late. I called the school already figuring there wasn't a meeting. The secretary that answered was a friend of Kira's and now I figured at one time one of Kira's whores.

I asked her: "Bev are you alone?"

She told me: "Yes, Don why?"

I told her: "Because I know Kira is a whore and most likely at one time you may have worked with her. The shit is going to hit the fan if I can't get a hold of her."

Bev told me: "She is at Tremont on the Com in a Condo. The school is on the way stop here I have a key in case of emergencies."

When I got to the school Bev was outside, she told me: "Park we will take my car and after you and Kira will have her car to go and do what you both need to take care of."

I parked and Bev had her car running and as I got in, she handed me a key. I asked her: "Are you involved with what my wife is doing?"

Bev took a deep breath and told me: "Yes, but not like she is, I use to, till Jerry caught me."

Jerry is Bev's husband; He was a drunk for most of the time we have known them. But three years ago, he got his act together and joined AA. I had wondered what it was that motivated him. I wondered if it was catching Bev that woke him up.

I asked: "Is that what got Jerry to sober up?"

Bev told me: "Yes, I walked out of a hotel arm and arm with a client I had just spent an hour with. We were going to get something to eat before going back for round two. Jerry was walking past just as we hit the sidewalk and bumped into my client. Jerry took one look at me and I must have looked like a dear caught in the head lights. The way I was dressed he had never seen me. He said to my client, Get your hands off my wife. The asshole client told him she may be your wife, but I already paid the whore for three more hours. The door man of the hotel heard what was said, I knew there was no way I would be allowed back in. I took the clients envelope with the money out of my purse and handed it to him. I told him I was sorry, but I needed to deal with my husband."

I asked: "How did you and Jerry work things out?"

Bev said: "I got us a cab and we went home. After I got him to drink several cups of coffee to get him sober. He asked me why I was a prostitute. Then before I could say anything, he went through the list guys go through asking about if it was his cock was to small, he was a shitty fuck, and so on. When he ran out of things. I told him the truth, it was his drinking and gambling. Being a whore was how I kept the roof over our heads and food on the table. The kids in private school and everything else they needed. I showed him how much he got paid compared to our monthly bills. I was only getting a hundred a week from his check the other four hundred he drank and gambled. Even jf he stopped both, I still needed to work. I also told him if he didn't stop, I was kicking him out and divorcing him. That with him gone the money I was making as a whore would cover the kids and my needs with money left over. That day was the last time he drank or gambled. I stopped whoring and Kira got me the job at the school and I became her recruiter."

I asked her: "Recruiter in what way, do you fine women for Kira?"

Bev laughed and told me: "The school, do you know how many couple try to get their kids in that school each year. They are willing to do almost anything to ensure their little one gets in. A month or two as a whore is no problem for them. I can spot the ones that will with ease, the wife is dressed to the nines while the husband's clothes look like they came for Walmart. I tell Kira and one of the other mothers that is already whoring will approach the wife. You would be amazed how many couples have a fantasy of the wife being shared. Now if they do it, it guaranties their child's acceptance in the school and earn the enrollment and some of the tuition on top."

Traffic was heavy so; I had time to learn more from Bev and asked: "So how long do the wives have to commit to being whores?"

Bev told me: "Three months before and six after the child is accepted. Most continue at least two years, the money is just too good to stop."

I asked: "Do any do it longer and are there enough women to cover all the clients all the time?"

Bev smiled and said: "Longer yes, you remember Sally Wilson. She did it till her daughter Valentina graduated high school and then Valentina took her place so, she didn't have to take student loans. In fact, her first time she and Sally did a three way with a client. Valentina recruited some of her friends, so they could afford school without loans.?"

I asked her: "One more thing, about the husbands.? They know about what their wives are doing?"

Bev told me: "Some do and some don't and some are part of it."

I looked at her funny and asked: "Part of it how?"

Bev laughed and said: "Some like knowing men pay to have sex with their wife. Some may know the wife was offered and choose to remain oblivious. Others are in an open marriage so, if she is making some money so what. Then there are the ones that are cuckolds, they are the ones that take part in that they sit and watch if that is what the client wants. Of those most do clean up while the client watches the husband eat the cum from his wife's pussy. Some even will suck the client's cock before and or after the client fucks his wife."

I had one more question for Bev before we reached the Condo and asked her: "Is Jerry ok knowing you were a whore?"

She told me: "For the first two years after he sobered up. It was hard for him, till one night we were out and ran into an old client of mine. I spotted him first and as soon as we reached him, I said Richard long time no see how are you. Then I said to him, Richard this is my husband, Jerry. Jerry this is Richard one of my former clients. I didn't try to hide it I couldn't be sure Richard wouldn't refer to my time as a whore, I decided fuck it and owed it. Jerry stuck out his hand to shake Jerry's and asked Jerry if he had time to talk.

Richard told him he did and suggested we go to the hotel around the corner as he was staying there. As we entered and started towards the bar, Jerry asked if Richards room would be more private. So, we took the elevator up to Richard's room and entered. We were barely in the room when Jerry asked Richard how much he use to pay to have sex with me. Richard looked at me and I nodded, Richard told him one hundred and hour. Jerry didn't hesitate and said Richard if I told you I am ok with you paying my wife right now for sex if I got to watch, would you."

Richard took out his wallet and told Jerry, three hours three hundred. If I can do her bareback, I will double it and if you eat my load from her cunt after each time I cum in her, I will triple it. Jerry looked and me and smiled before telling Richard deal. We get together with Richard about every other month when he is in town. He is my only client now."

Bev then told me: "We are almost there; she is not alone. One other girl Lorna is in the other bedroom with a client and Kira is with two so, be prepared for what you are going to be walking in on."

I told her: "I will call her from the living room."

Bev told me: "She often uses the living room if the client doesn't mind the chance of being seen. The two she is with love that."

We pulled up and I thanked Bev for the ride and information. I walked in the building and held out the key for the door man to see and again to the woman on the front desk. The condo was on the fourth floor and I left the elevator and got my bearings and realized the condo was to the left. When I reached the door, I put my ear to the door and heard nothing so, I looked at the lock and saw it had a key pad and realized the key would override it. I opened it and stepped in and was greeted by the sight of my wife on all fours with a big cock in her mouth and another that looked like it was up her ass.