Shit, this stuff doesn't happen in real life. It feels like I'm living in a literotica story, something conjured up by Kalimaxos. I am really irritated, so let me start from the beginning.
I met my wife of seven years, Emily, in a sporting goods store. I'm George, by the way. She was working behind the counter. What a doll 5'3" blonde, 34C fantastic ass and pretty as a picture. I was going broke stopping at the store buying sporting goods, so I asked her out. The first couple of dates were pretty bland, but on the third date on the way home as I was driving she pulled out my cock and sucked it into her hot moist mouth. As you may well know, not many things feel better than that, it didn't take long to dump a load into her hungry mouth. She gulped it down like it was her favorite dessert. After that, it was no-holds-barred sex. Anything, anytime, anywhere. I was head over heels in love.
We married six months later. It did not take me long to realize she had a bitchy streak. She could get nasty. She did go to night school and landed a secretary job. Hell we needed it she had a spending problem. Within two years we were in debt up to ours ears with little chance of getting out. She was raised dirt poor and money was her idol.
We struggled on with frequent fights over money. She would not stop spending, and I was a shitty provider. I think our marriage had just about run its course. I realized I would never have the income to satisfy her. Then she came home one day, the company owner had actually stopped by her desk and said hello. I listened quietly, not quite understanding the excitement. Well, a week later she was bubbling over, she went to lunch with the owner. She went along to take notes at a lunch meeting. Suddenly, he was Rodger. Rodger this and Rodger that, it was all I heard.
The company annual ball was coming up, she told me I didn't need to go if I didn't want to, but I had to meet Rodger, this magnificent man I had heard so much about. She was antsy and squirmy all the way there. Did she ever look hot, I have never seen her look better. On the way in, she told me she told Rodger he could have the first dance. I tried arguing with her, but she said she had already promised. The dinner was great, then the band started. To my surprise, she didn't wait for him to come over, she left me and walked over to him. They were touchy-feely the first dance and stayed on the floor for the second then it got almost pornographic, I got up to go over and break them up and two huge body guards got in the way. I was told they preferred not to be disturbed. I tried to get past but was shoved back. I looked at my wife, and she just laughed at me. Rodger turned and smirked at me, but his face fell when I smiled and waved goodbye to him. I think I destroyed some of his pleasure.
Well, fuck that shit I went and grabbed my jacket and headed out. I had a feeling I was set up. They made a point of showing me who was boss. I guess they thought it would upset me but fuck the bitch, he could have her. I should explain I was raised in a military family with numerous deployments. Numerous lonely wives. Some were very discrete, and it ended before hubby came home. Some were wild and everyone knew, usually ended in divorce. More than one suicide came out of all that. I made up my mind, I would never let pussy destroy my life. If she prefers not to be with me, then so be it. Plenty more where she came from.
I wasn't sure she would be coming home, but she didn't come home. When I left for work on Monday, she still wasn't home. I called the police and reported her missing, about an hour later they called me back saying they had an affidavit signed by her saying she wasn't missing and wanted no contact with me. I felt better knowing it was her own free will that she was gone. Ah, well easy come easy go.
When I got home from work Monday I saw a white van pulling away from my house, I got the plate number and checked the house. The only things missing was her stuff. She had moved out. Things were looking up. I went to see a lawyer to start divorce proceedings. The following morning as I was getting ready to leave for work there was a knock at the door, I answered, and two rather stout guys pushed their way in and commenced to give me a severe beating. The only thing said to me was no divorce, asshole, don't make us come back.
Well, with several broken ribs, a broken nose, several missing teeth and a concussion I spent almost two weeks in the hospital. They had my attention now I was pissed. He was more than welcome to my wife, and she was more than welcome to leave. To tell me, I couldn't get a divorce, I don't think so.
I was a photo journalist, so I had numerous contacts at the local paper. I realized I had to tread lightly and make sure I could trust the people I was speaking with. My buddy Jeff hooked me up with an investigative reporter up in Philly, Jan Hardy, that was into exposing corp execs that abused their power for sex. We talked and decided I needed more evidence, so I went to work doing what I do best, digging.
