His family and wife betrayed him. With help from friends, he made a new life. He found love in a surprising way.
This may not suit those who don't like threesomes or Rocky Horror type dress up.
I was just about to finish up early as I had to go home and change for my mother's fifty seventh birthday party. I work for my parents in the family engineering business. It's been in the family for over ninety years. My dad, Robert, is the fourth occupant of the CEO's chair. He's an autocrat. Mum, Lorraine, works as the chief financial officer. She's a Chartered Accountant who came to work for the business from university. Met dad and as they say the rest is history.
Between them they have produced three children. The eldest Bobby is thirty-two and is nominally manager of the fabrication shed. Bobby is an entitled knob end who endears himself to others by highlighting how superior he is. He doesn't do well when questioned and has a very nasty streak when it's pointed out he's wrong, which is often. Thankfully, there are some very good staff who mostly ignore him so work was actually done. Everyone knew Bobby was the anointed one who had it easy compared to me but wisely kept their opinion to themselves or they would be out the door.
If there were other similar highly paid jobs available I doubt we could catch many as they flocked out our doors. When I brought that up, it was me who was the problem, I was far too soft to succeed.
Mum drives him everywhere since he lost his licence as he was three times the drink drive limit. It doesn't stop him drinking and moaning about the injustice he suffered.
My sister Elaine is a stay-at-home mum meantime but did study accountancy to take over from mum. Her husband Noel works in financial services in Edinburgh. We don't get on. I'll leave it at that. Okay, he's another Bobby, an entitled arsehole! Yes, I think she would fuck Bobby if he asked as like mum, she thinks the sun shines out of his arse. To me she married the closest to Bobby she could get.
If I give the impression my family and I do not function well together, it's because it's the truth.
Me, I'm Steven, twenty-seven and for the last six months, I've been learning the installation part of the business. I have two engineering degrees but I've been expected to shovel dirt and cement along with the rest of them. There are two older men, Jim and John who run the installation team. I'm sure dad or Bobby told them to fuck me up as they never let up. I never have five minutes to myself. I had my quiet, happy demeanour knocked out of me as I quickly learned not to take any shit. It's a man's world and if you back down, you'll be roasted. I've lost more than I've won but I've earned the grudging respect of most of the crew.
There is one advantage to working away from the factory and it's not seeing Bobby daily. We've never been friends and he's annoyed I don't even fake it. In fact, I haven't seen him in months as I've been working away so much. He wouldn't recognise me. I've lost the flab I was carrying and put on close to two stone of muscle. It's also been good in one way I suspect my father never expected. Lately some of the other members of the crew have been good, teaching me why things work and why they don't. My degrees never covered those.
One downside to my being away a lot is that my wife Jayne has been complaining about me not being at home. Well until fairly recently! We've been married coming up three years. Even when I've been home recently she has had other things she needed to do rather than spend time with me. I'm not daft. This didn't harbour well for the good of our marriage and we had a lot of words. I spelled out what would happen if she was fucking around on me. She was furious at me, cursing me that I was fucking any two-bit pussy I could. She wasn't happy when I pointed it out; she knew I'd never cheat on her.
I wasn't looking forward to the party. The made up we care about you patronising crap. If Jim and John had their way, I wouldn't be heading home early. I told them I was happy to stay until we were supposed to be finished. I'd miss that party. I did say they'd better call my mum to tell her. They backed down. Mum would kill them if an opportunity to show off her lovely family were denied. Well Bobby and now Elaine as she'd provided grandchildren. I'm sure I was a mistake. If she didn't need me for the photos, I doubt I'd be invited.
As I dumped my stuff in my box, I saw an internal office envelope in it. I opened it and saw a sealed envelope inside. I opened it and found a USB stick and an anonymous note. "Sorry, but you're a good guy and you shouldn't be shafted like this! Don't watch in company. Use nothing involving the firm."
I put the stick and the note in my pocket and set off. I was wondering what the fuck it could contain but that would have to wait. I had a two-hour drive home where I'd shower, dress as expected (Jayne would lay it out for me). No doubt colour coordinated for the family photos. She'd already be at my parent's house to help out. I'd a thirty-minute drive to there. (I picked a house as far as I could from them without being too obvious. Not that they didn't notice anyway.) I wasn't looking forward to it. I'm not a party animal but each time I'd seen my parents recently, their attitude, especially my mother's was even more sneering than normal.
The road was relatively quiet for a Saturday so I was home in record time. I couldn't believe I had so many overtaking opportunities so wasn't stuck behind HGV's or tractors for long.
All the time I was wondering what was on the stick. Since I had time and there was no one other than me, I powered up my computer and stuck it in. Well, it won't win any Oscars! It started as my mother drove her car into the parking area of a local hotel. Bobby and she got out. They were laughing. I was confused, what's so unusual. A minute or so later Jayne walked into the picture. She was still in her corporate clothing so must have come direct from her work. It limited the choice of hotels. Jane hugged my mother and then hugged Bobby. She was trying to devour him with her lips. I was mad. If he'd been here I'd show him what I had learned on the road.
My former mother drove off as they went into the hotel. Whoever had caught this must have known what was about to happen. The next scene was in the room as they did the dirty on me. The video flashed the date and time. Bobby and Jane were picked up by mother and I assume dropped at their homes. The stick had five such meetings. I quickly ran through them. All much the same. My anger levels were building fast.
I made the only decision possible. I showered, dressed in the clothes I wanted. I packed as much of my things which I could load in my car. Once that was done, I changed the passwords on the home computer and removed Jayne's access to anything of mine. I called an old friend who stayed near Inverness and asked if I could crash with him for a few days. I'd be one hundred and thirty miles away from those bastards.
As I was halfway there, my phone went. It was my former father. I debated ignoring it but I wanted a word as well. There was no smooth introduction from him just screaming, "Where the fuck are you? You should have been here an hour ago."
I screamed back, "You covered for Bobby fucking my soon to be ex-wife. Your bitch drove him to their meetings. Tell him he can have the whore. I'll be divorcing her. I'll meet him when he doesn't expect it and he'll rue the day he fucked me over. Never contact me again!" I ended the call. I switched off my phone as I wanted no more interruptions.
Shortly afterwards the promised monsoon style rain arrived. As my window wipers struggled to cope, the R. Dean Taylor song came into my head, "Red light, green light, speeding through the dark night, driving through the pounding rain, I gotta kill Jayne, windshield wiper splishing, splashing, calling out her name, I gotta kill Jayne!"
When I arrived at my friend's, I briefly looked. I'd over sixty messages on my phone. I switched it off again.
Don and his wife Heather welcomed me. I'd given him the gist of what had happened when I called. Don had been a school friend and later we attended Heriot Watt. He did chemical engineering and I did mechanical engineering. I had really wanted to be a doctor but family dictated. He met Heather who was studying medicine at Edinburgh. She's a doctor in Inverness. He works in nearby Invergordon in oil.
They had a meal for me as we caught up. Both knew divorce was the only option. Adultery would have been bad enough but Bobby! Jayne knew my feelings about him. We had a great evening coming up with elaborate, fantastical plans to shaft the bastards. Okay it was aided by some booze. My favourite was the unicorn fucking his arse with its horn as it fucked Jayne. The vision of him screaming as it tossed him in the air was so comical, we almost wet ourselves. The drawback, none of us knew where to hire a unicorn! Heather asked, "Would we be charged with animal cruelty?"
I thought I wouldn't fall asleep but like many things I was wrong. I was asleep very quickly.
In the morning they coaxed me into going for a run with them. I didn't know they'd become serious athletes and soon had me trailing in their wake. Okay I hadn't run in months due to all the physical work I was doing. They relented and we jogged the final four miles together.
After lunch Heather suggested I start looking at my assets and debts. I'd need to make sure Jayne didn't help herself to any money she shouldn't. I called the bank service. I could only do so much via phone, I'd need to go to the branch in Inverness tomorrow. I cancelled the joint credit cards. I would contact the Sheriff Clerk's office to see if I could raise the divorce petition in Inverness or did it have to be Perth.
Don said, "You need to document everything you do, everything you receive from them. Don't react to whatever they say, make anything which can be construed as a threat. Have them safe. Use a VPN and a secure cloud service. I'd recommend the one we use at work. It's a bugger to go through all the steps at first so I'll help you if you want. If you don't want us to hear or see anything, we'll leave you in peace."
I smiled, "Don, I'd trust you both to take anything to the grave with you."
I hooked up my laptop, stuck in the stick and we watched each of their encounters. I managed to have Word speech type their conversations. I had to laugh as Jane told Bobby his penis was big. If his is big, mine must be a whopper. I was pissed off as she blew him and let him cum in her mouth. That was disgusting and no man should expect that she had told me many times. He seemed to suffer from premature ejaculation as he came long before she did. She had to bring herself off. He never lowered himself to eat her out.
This is from the first one.
Bobby: "The useless cunt was beaten up again. Jim and John set him up. It's an easy £100 for them and the same for the guy who does it. Being family, he's not liked."
Jayne was laughing, "Hope they do it better the next time. He wanted sex when he came home. He was pissed off when he left without it. Fuck him."
She licked the bastard clean and mounted his little dick. She screamed, "I need a man not a wimp!"
The second video had Bobby trying for anal but she refused, "That's an exit only!" At least that was consistent.
They were lying naked on the bed when my former mum came in. She fucking wanked him till he was hard again and told him to fuck Jayne hard. She was playing with herself as he did.
Once they had all cum she said, "The cuck hasn't a clue. You get her pregnant. He's so dim, he'll never suspect. Even if he did he won't be able to disprove the DNA."
Heather laughed, "Oh yes he will!"
