Officer Needs Assistance - Lost Love

Officer Needs Assistance -Send Backup Now!

(Her Affair Exposed)

By Cindy Johnson

Edits by @OffRoadDisel

Tags: Cheat, Caught, Divorce, TV-News, Affair, Regret, Pain, Over-the-top (as usual)

It was mid-winter and cold, very cold. I had some bad food the night before and felt my stomach doing flips as I tried to focus on the job. I had not missed a day on the force since I started fifteen years ago and I wasn't about to let a little stomach bug ruin my record.

My small town of Campton, GA, just outside of Atlanta, promoted me, Johnson Carter, to Sergeant of our 25-man police force. Everyone in our small town knew me as plain old Carter. Campton is a small town with big city politics because of the influence of our main city - Atlanta. Our city council members all had their eye on moving up into State government which made our council meetings interesting. The members were quite proud of themselves and their position, which made the locals laugh at their self-importance.

Claire Carter, my wife, found the political arena interesting and enjoyed spending time around these people. Claire was a middle-aged hottie that always turned heads in town, but being Sgt. Carter's wife left her safe around the predators. I found it a little funny but didn't object or make a joke when she said she was going to volunteer a few days a week. I had no objection as she was probably a little bored from being a stay-at-home mom now that our daughter Kaylee was sixteen and in her senior year of high school and didn't need supervision when she came home from school in the afternoon.

Looking back now, If I had known that Wilbur Montague, the new City Councilman, had his eyes on Claire, I would have had a short conversation with old Wilbur had I met him, but that would come later.

Wednesday

It was just after 10 a.m. on that fateful Wednesday morning when my stomach betrayed me and my record of never missing a day of work. After twenty minutes in the precinct bathroom, I walked over to my assistant and told her I was heading home and to have Smitty cover for me for the rest of the day. I took my squad car home and pulled into my driveway at 10:45. I was a little surprised to see my wife's car in the driveway when I parked behind her but didn't think too much about it as I staggered out of the car needing to get to my bathroom once again.

I walked quickly into the house and up to our bedroom. I heard the shower running and waited for Claire to finish before I barged in. My stomach problem eased up a little as I sat on the edge of the bed. I sat there patiently, still in full uniform waiting to take over the bathroom. I knew she would be surprised when she came down the hallway and saw me sitting there, and I was about to call out once she opened the door, but my plans had suddenly changed.

That's when I heard some sounds that were totally out of place, and my stomach started reacting, but not from the bad food, no, it was giving me signals of caution, and intuition, that was part of my training when danger was suspected.

As it always does during time like this on the job, time seemed to have slowed down when I heard the bathroom door open and the shower still running. When I heard Claire's voice speaking to someone still in the shower, my fight or flight mode kicked in. My professional training quickly assessed the situation and I had a plan already mapped out if things went south.

Her words chilled me to the bone as I realized the life and marriage I had loved so dearly, was about to change. "Hurry up, we need to get you back to the office before anyone starts to wonder where we are."

Then I heard the man's voice and I knew my marriage was about to face a major speed bump. I heard the bathroom door close as Claire made her way down the short hallway between the master bath and bedroom. She was drying her hair with a large towel as she stood in the middle of the bedroom, directly in front of me, completely oblivious to my presence. A few seconds later she stopped and dropped the towel and stood in front of me completely naked. I had never seen a person more shocked and surprised as I saw that moment. Her mouth flew wide open, her eyes were like saucers, and her facial expression was indescribable. She let out a small scream of shock as I held up my finger to my mouth telling her to be quiet and forcefully pointing to the chair next to the bed.

We both heard the shower shut off and her face changed from extreme shock to extreme fear. I saw her entire body start to shake and tears starting to fall from her eyes. I gave her a stern look and commanded, "Not one word, remain silent. Do you understand?" She nodded.

A minute later we heard the bathroom door open and a man I recognized as the City Councilman, Wilbur Montague, walked into the bedroom looking directly at Claire sitting on the chair. He hadn't seen me yet and reached out to my wife. "What's wrong darling, why are you crying?"

Claire turned her head towards me and I watched his face contort as he slowly turned to see me sitting on the edge of the bed, now holding my Glock in his direction.

Now the same shocked expression on Claires face a moment ago was now on display on his intruder's face. Wilbur dropped his towel and raised his arms in the air when he saw the gun. I waved my gun and told him to get on his knees. He turned to Claire with a questionable expression.

He then turned to me and trying to sound important asked, "Who are you and why are you here?"

"Well Asshole, my name is Sgt. Carter, husband to the woman you've been fucking today in my home, and in my FUCKING BED!" I said with an intense emotion.

For some reason the Councilman didn't realize who she was married to, and since we had never met, he was taken off guard when he realized who I was. He looked over at Claire and in an angry voice said, "Husband? Your husband is Sergeant Carter? Are you fucking kidding me and you never bothered to mention that? FUCK!" Then his gaze turned to me, "Look Sergeant, this is a mistake and I can make this right," he started.

I stood my 6-foot 4-inch 250-pound body up and towered over him, "Shut the fuck up and don't say another word." I then went and placed my handcuffs on Wilbur and told him not to move. I then clicked my radio and said, "Sgt. Carter, code 10-33. I have a possible armed intruder at 158 Daniel Street. Possible home invasion. I repeat code 10-33, Officer Needs Assistance- send backup." I knew that would be a priority call, and coming from their Sergeant it would get a very fast response.

"10-4 — alert sent out. Sit tight partner."

After hearing my call to the station, the begging and pleading started, but I was unphased and made another call to Ellen Baker. Ellen was the lead reporter on WCAM TV, the local news station. Ellen had given me a lead on a case we were working several months back, and I owed her a story. This was going to be my repayment.

Knowing the entire squad would be coming to my rescue, Claire suddenly blurted out, "Please let us go, I'll never do this again. At least let him go, and we can say that he got away. Nobody needs to find out about this."

I just shook my head and ignored her pleas as I turned my back and stepped out of the room to make a call to Ellen's cellphone. My name showed up on her phone and she quickly answered.

"Hi Carter, what's up," she answered.

"Ellen, there's no time for small talk, I'm repaying my debt. Get a news crew over to my home asap — 158 Daniel Street. You don't have much time, several cars are enroute. This could be your lead story tonight." She disconnected and knowing Ellen, their crew would arrive shortly.

When I came back into the room, both of them started asking me to let them go. Wilbur started, "Carter, don't do this, please. I have a wife and kids and this will destroy my career."

"You think I give a shit about you or your fucking career? You just destroyed my marriage and family. You made a big mistake, Wilbur, and now you're going to pay for this."

"Come on man, it was just sex. She means nothing to me. Just take off the cuffs and let me leave before they arrive."

I looked at Claire, "You see that Claire, you mean nothing to him. You're just another easy fuck. You threw away everything for this limp dick. What the Hell is wrong with you?" I believe that was the moment she realized how badly she messed up as she just lowered her head, completely defeated.

Then I turned back to Wilbur, "Listen asshole, you just fucked my wife and ruined what I thought was a happy marriage. So, I suggest you don't move and just keep your big mouth shut. Once my support arrives, I'll hand you over to them and you can tell them your side of the story. After that, I don't want to see or hear from you again, except at your trial."

Of course, my wife spoke up, pleading for me to stop this. "Baby, please don't do this. This is all my fault; you need to let him go. He has a wife and four kids and this will ruin his marriage. She will divorce him, she won't understand."

My laugh sounded evil as I said, "Well, because you couldn't keep your legs closed, it looks like there will be two families destroyed. Besides, why should we be the only divorced couple today?"

Hearing the D word, Claire panicked. "No, sweetheart. This is just a big mistake. We can work this out, I don't want a divorce. Oh God, Carter, don't do this. You have to let me explain. You know that I love you.""

My face was stone cold when I replied, "You're even more stupid than I imagined. You just fucked this asshole in my bed, and you just got out of the shower with him a few minutes ago, there's nothing to explain. Just sit down and don't talk until this is over. Not one word until I tell you."

When Wilbur realized that I wasn't going to listen to their lies and bullshit, he decided to be the tough guy again, "Carter, use your head. I can ruin your career and run you out of town. Don't be an idiot and think about it for a minute. When I become mayor, your career can take off, I can make you an important man in this town. But if you do this, I'll destroy you and your family."

That pissed me off, and I cold cocked him with the side of my gun, sending him to the floor onto his back in pain, "You want to threaten me again, go ahead, I dare you. You just destroyed my marriage and family. My little girl will be devastated to learn her mother is a whore and getting a divorce."

It was hard not to laugh as I looked at the now naked man in handcuffs on his knees, threatening the giant figure in front of him. I reached down and made a point of shutting off my body camera. Then, with an expression that clearly scared Wilbur said, "Run me out town? I just put in an Officer Needs Assistance call. I can put a bullet in your head right now and place a knife in your hand and watch you bleed out on my carpet. I'll tell them I caught you attacking my wife, then you turned on me, and that I had no choice but to put you down. You want to play games and threaten me? Answer me dumbass."

He quickly answered, "No, I'm sorry."

"Now, I won't say this again. I don't want to hear one word from either of you until we get to the bottom of this."

Claire was pleading with her eyes, crying and sobbing as she sat there still naked, shaking from the cold. Everyone arrived at the same time. Two cars pulled up on my lawn and four officers approached the house with guns drawn. Ellen, from the news crew, had pulled up just in time to film the cars arriving and officers entering the house. She had her men follow behind the officers with the camera running getting a live action video and images of the crime scene. When Jonathan saw me holding the gun on Wilbur, he told me to stand down. I lowered my weapon and told them what I saw.

"As you know I came home early from an illness, and when I entered the house, I heard noises and believed my wife was being attacked. I found this man naked in my room and called in for assistance."

Deputy Jonathan scanned the scene and back at me. What do you want to do here Sarge?"

Smiling, I said, "Bring him in for questioning for rape and assault. Oh, and add home invasion to the list."

"Roger that, Sarge." He turned to the other officers and told them to proceed. "Get some clothes on that man, read him his rights, and bring him down to the station."

Deputy Jonathan then turned to me and asked "What about your wife? Do you want to get her to the hospital for a rape examination?"

"Not yet, I want her interviewed here first, and then we can bring her to the hospital."

I saw Senior Deputy Mary Frank enter the room and I pulled her over to the side.

"Mary, Mr. Montague is being arrested for home invasion and possible rape charges. Yes, I know it probably won't stick, but he will have a lot of explaining to do. But I need you to take Claire into the other room and interview her. I need you to get all the information about their affair, when it started, how often, as much as you can find out. Gain her confidence and let her know that you want to help her. Explain that it would be better if she interviewed at home, mention processional courtesy, instead of bringing her into the station for a statement. I want to know everything. Turn your body camera off and bring the notes to only me when you're done. We can always question her again if needed. Understand?"

"I understand, Sarge." Mary talked to Deputy Jonathan as they stood Wilbur up and said, get him dressed and then read him his Miranda rights."

"What am I being arrested for," He yelled out angrily.

Mary said, "Right now, we are taking you in for several charges, including rape."

"I didn't rape her! Tell them, Claire!"

Claire looked at me and she knew if she said it wasn't rape and that it was consensual sex, our marriage was over. My wife was not a complete idiot and remained silent but continued to cry uncontrollably.

Mary gave her a robe, took her by the arm and whispered into her ear, "Honey, it's going to be alright. Come with me and I'll fix you up."

The Interview

Mary brought Claire downstairs into the family room, brought her a warm washcloth and wiped her tears as Claire sat there with her knees against her chest and arms wrapped around them. Shaking, she sat trying to comprehend the whirlwind of activity over the last thirty minutes.

"Are you okay? Can I get you anything?" Claire just shook her head and sat there ashamed, scared, and sobbing.

"Look Claire, this won't look good for you or your husband but maybe I can help you here. I'll do a field interview with you which means you won't have to come down to the station. The last thing I want to do is embarrass you or Sergeant Carter."

"Thank you, Mary. What's going to happen to Wilbur?"

"Right now, they are taking him to lockup. They will interrogate him and compare your stories. So, you need to be honest with me and I'll help you, okay?"

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, how did Wilbur get into your home? I mean, if he didn't break in, how did he end up in your bed?"

That question made Claire squirm in her chair and couldn't look at Mary. All the guilt and embarrassment finally became real and something she would have to face. She really did not want to answer that question because it would clearly reveal her adultery.

Mary saw her hesitation and pressed her for an answer. "Clarie, I'm here to help you sweetheart. I understand how hard this is, but you need to work with me. Now, how did he get into the house? Did he force his way in?"

In a voice so low Mary had to lean in to hear her response, "No, it wasn't like that. He came into the house with me."

Mary dramatically sat back in her chair, and let that statement sink in, making sure Claire felt the heaviness of her statement. She then knew for certain that Claire was having an affair with the councilman, Wilbur, the man everyone thought was going to be the next mayor. The macho jerk that thought he was god's gift to women and overall, an asshole.

She sighed, leaned forward and continued. "So, you let him in and there was no break in. Is that correct?"

"Yes," she answered with her head looking down at the floor, hating herself for her betrayal. Claire put her head in her hands and started sobbing again. "Yes, I let him in."

"Thanks Claire, I know this is hard but that's helpful. Your honesty may have already helped the councilman with your testimony." Mary was good at her job, and made Claire feel a little at ease knowing she was helping.

"Now did he force himself on you sexually?"

"No."

"That's helpful, you're doing great Claire. So, there was no sexual activity between you two?"

Claire hung her head and wasn't responding.

"Come on Claire, we're adult women here. I've heard everything. Did you have intercourse with Councilman Montague?" Claire just nodded.

"Sweetheart, I need you to answer. Did you and Montague have intercourse?"

"Yes," Claire answered, now breaking down and sobbing again into her hands.

"Come on Claire, I need you to relax. Nothing is going to happen to you. I understand, he's a good-looking man and you're a beautiful woman. Things happen. You'll be okay, you have friends here," she said, placing her hand on hers.

Mary continued in a calm voice, "Okay, so there will not be any rape charges. You're really helping the councilman here. Now, how long have you two been meeting up like this?"

"Is that really important? I mean, I just admitted that it was consensual."

"I understand, but these questions are going to be asked here or down at the station. Your choice, but I would think you would want your privacy."

She nodded and opened up to Mary.

"It started about three months ago when he asked me to lunch. I was a little star struck by him, you know we all thought he would be the mayor, and I let myself become flattered by his advances. Anyway, after a few lunches and many compliments he convinced me to be with him, just once. He promised it would be a secret and nobody would know. Just once, and for some stupid reason which I cannot explain, I agreed. But it wasn't once. We started coming here a few days a week for the last three months. It was just sex; I didn't love him. I just got caught up in his power. I was so stupid and now I'm going to lose my husband, the only man I've ever loved. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid."

"Look, this happens more than you know. Claire, everyone knows that Carter loves you, he's always telling us about you and how wonderful your marriage is, so don't give up so fast."

Hearing Mary describe how Carter loved her and bragged about her marriage made her feel as low as she had ever felt before. Now feeling the guilt and pain of her choices, Claire just wanted to lock herself in the bathroom and be alone.

Mary continued, "Sergeant Carter wants a rape examination but maybe I can talk him out of it and save you that embarrassment but I need know the full scope of your affair. If we do a rape test, will we find any of Councilman's semen inside you, or did he use protection?"

Claire lowered her and, in a low voice admitted, "No protection."

Mary looked at her in disbelief. How could this woman be so brazen to take a man into Sgt. Carter's home, his bed, and then let him ejaculate inside her, unprotected. She knew Carter, and this was going to be a non-starter when he learned the details.

In the meantime, Ellen was having a field day with videos, the arrest, and reporting the charges of rape and assault on Councilman Wilbur. She was going to get this as a lead story on the 6 p.m. news, and she had the exclusive. The photos of the council man in handcuffs, the sobbing wife, and now a dozen officers leading the broken man out to the squad car were golden and would play well on the broadcast.