Alone on the patio of out Charleston home I finished the last of my morning coffee and put the cup over to the side of the table with the other remnants of my breakfast. I absently glanced around admiring the lush tropical plantings and the vine covered brick walls which surround the yard and pool. The water was inviting as I considered a dip. I had already had my 5 AM run, read the trade papers and put out several fires by email with my legal associates. I was about to opt for the swimming option when I heard the sound of the garage door opening. That would be Sara returning from whatever you call spending the night away from home fucking another man.
Shortly thereafter I heard the garage door again and then the sound of the inside door opening and closing as Sara entered the kitchen. The flash of a face in the breakfast nook window told me she knew that I was waiting on the patio. That thought was confirmed as the sliding door opened and Sara emerged. Shielding her eyes from the sun the evening dress clothed brunette stepped out and closed the door behind her. Picking her way carefully on the pavers with her 3" heels I watched her approach. The short black dress she was wearing was perfectly fitted to her beautiful body. I noted that her large breasts were gently swaying back and forth with every step indicating that the bra she was wearing last night was missing.
No words were exchanged as she stopped in front of me and nervously waited for me to speak.
"So wife, according to the iPhone app you spent the night at Chad's. How is our friend? Were you able to address his grief issues and help him out?"
"Chad is doing much better and he sends his best wishes. And I do think we were able to excise some of his ghosts."
"And how many times did you perform said exorcisms if that is what fucking a man other than your husband is now called."
"Why would you assume that we fucked."
Standing I closed the gap between us and grasping her shoulders abruptly turned her around. She stood unresisting as I unzipped the dress to her butt, pulled it off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet.
"Let's see, fresh finger print bruises on your butt and scratches on your back."
Twirling her around again I continued.
"Nipples swollen and red, makeup and hair do destroyed, freshly shaven genitals red and also swollen. Crusted semen on inner thighs and let's see I'll just check with my finger, ah yes, fresh semen in vagina."
"I definitely think you have been fucking. Can't tell just from the look and texture of the cum but if you want me to do a swab I can have it pinpointed as to who was fucking this cunt."
Grabbing my phone from the table I snapped half a dozen shots of the damages before I said.
"Go into the house and clean up. You disgust me. Then dress and drive over to the clinic on Jefferson. Get tested for STD's and when you get the results give them to me. Now I have an appointment with a divorce lawyer to plan my course of action."
By now her mouth was gaping and her eyes were brimming with tears.
"I don't understand David. You knew what I was going to do and you never said a word about divorce. I was just comforting a friend per the wishes of his deceased wife. Both Elise and Chad assured me that it wouldn't damage our marriage and that it would turn you on so much that when I returned we would make wild passionate love. Right now that's what is supposed to be happening but instead you are going to see a divorce lawyer."
"I don't understand why you are puzzled. When you told me you were going to follow Elise's wishes I told you that I believed that doing so would be a violation of our wedding vows. The same vows that you personally customized to add the clause 'and be faithful to one another." As I recall the discussion at the time, you were concerned because I had had a number of relationships with other women and that I might have trouble keeping my dick in my pants. Also do you recall what I said to you last night as you were leaving?"
"Something about being mindful of the consequences. I con't remember the exact words I was a little late and preoccupied."
"I know you were anxious to run off to fuck your lover but I very carefully said and I quote, 'Sara you realize that there will be serious consequences to your actions tonight. You answered, 'yes I understand but everything will be alright, I swear.' To which I said, 'no it won't."
"But but you never told me to stop. You never said don't do it."
"Why should I have to. On the day of the codicil reading you asked me what you should do. My answer was I know you will make the right decision for yourself and for our marriage. You are a big girl and can make your own decisions. I guess you made the wrong one."
She was quiet with that remembrance and starting to feel uncomfortable in her nakedness. She had gone from the earthy eager sexual animal to an embarrassed middle aged woman standing awkwardly naked in her garden. As she reached for her dress on the ground I said.
"Don't bother, I'm leaving. You should be proud of your naked body. It used to drive me wild and I'm sure Chad enjoyed it last night. Now it is just a sad reminder of how badly you have whored yourself out."
As I gathered my electronics and placed them in my briefcase/backpack I finished our conversation with.
"Like you, I probably won't be home tonight so don't bother about dinner."
I left her tear streaked face and dejected body standing in the garden and walked to my car. I had a luncheon engagement with Ann Peterson, a colleague of mine and local attorney. She was the sharpest divorce attorney in Charleston, was smart as a whip and was good looking to boot. I had gone to law school with her and served on several local Bar committees with her. I had also sent her scores of referrals for divorce work. Now I needed advice for myself.
I got to the restaurant first and was just seated in a booth when she walked in. As she walked towards me I marveled at how youthful and trim she was. We exchanged a polite hand shake and as we sat I complimented her on her youthful looks seeing as we were the same age.
"Well thank you Dave. It's nice to have all my gym work appreciated but please don't tell the guys that I'm really an old lady."
"Pardon my French but old lady my ass. You look as fresh and young as you did in our First year Contracts class. Now, pleasant talk aside the unpleasant reason for getting together today is the situation I discussed on the phone."
"Right. Look lets order a soft drink or coffee and lunch and you can give me the details while we wait to be served."
"Fine. First let me thank you for meeting on such short notice. I know how busy you are."
"Don't mention it. I'm busy because of the dozens of referrals you have made to my little firm so if you have a personal problem, you automatically move to the head of my line my friend."
"Well thanks for that anyway. OK here's the short version. Local artist and gallery owner Elise Wilson and I started dating in junior high, went to USC together and early Freshman year had a peaceful parting of the ways. We no longer had a romantic relationship but remained good friends. That Fall I fixed her up with my roommate Chadbourne Preston III. Three sticks or just Chad to his friends. Later that year I met and eventually became intimate with Sara Farmington. We double dated frequently with Elise and Chad and through childbirths, career changes and relocations, the four of us remained a tight foursome. It's important to note that although we were very warm and friendly with one another, no sexual relationships ever developed that I was aware of."
"Career wise I of course went to Law School, did a clerkship with the SC Supreme Court and then joined my Granddad and Fathers Law Firm. Sara became a med tech and became a manager in a commercial Pathology lab. Chad joined his fathers fabricating company and made a bucket of money as a salesman, later became a VP. Elise had a head for business and was a very good wild life artist. She founded her own gallery and as you probably know sold thousands of prints locally."
"The current problem started when Elise found out she had cancer. With six months to live Chad created a hospice for her at home and became her full time nurse. At her request I took over her financial affairs and turned her gallery and collection of original art into a substantial cash nest egg for Chad. Sara gave the most of any of us to support her friend with the majority of her personal needs. So you can see we were a supportive team right up to her death."
"I had drafted her will and it was fairly standard with the bulk of her estate going to Chad. There were minor bequests to her two children and then a codicil. I drafted the introduction to the document that was to be revealed six months after her death. Two weeks before her death she gave me a large plastic storage bin sealed with tape and a note not to open it until six months after her death. I put it away in my vault for that time. The will was read a week after her death and the date was set for the reading of the codicil."
"Sara and I tried to keep an eye on Chad but it was difficult. He was withdrawn and frequently went off on benders where he was drunk for days at a time. During that time I got rough with him and eventually he started to straighten up and consider living outside of a bottle. We had all loved Elise but Chad's mourning was we thought, over the top."
Just then lunch was served and we held the discussion until after eating. Ann's office was just two blocks from the restaurant so we walked there to resume the meeting in her conference room.
As the attorney in charge of the will and codicil I kept a detailed audio recording of the meeting and copies of all the documents exchanged. Elise surprisingly had included copies of the personal letters to each of the three of us in my packet.
I had convened the meeting at Chad's house after a nice catered dinner and drinks.
The first item was a tape recording and written statement from Elise addressed to the three of us.
(Before starting the tape I showed a copy of a private note Elise had written to me as her attorney.)
