Forward
I got this idea from the time my father that I wrote about previously Carpool with a newlywed girl to his office. She was hot. About 22-years-old. I was 17 that year. If the wind blew I got a hard on. I tried to think of an excuse to ride to school but couldn't.
We had moved into an apartment complex while our new house was finished being built. It was only 200 yards to the high school, so I had to walk
I remember riding in my dads car after he drove her. She wore Jungle Gardenia perfume. Every time I smell that now I get a hard on. I fanaticized about what I would do to her if given a chance. Hell thinking back on it I would have probably shit in my pants if she offered.
Remember this is fiction don't take serous too many other problems in life to worry about.
Ride Share
She rode him for years.
Here I sit, looking at my soon-to-be ex-wife, Laura, and my shithead best friend. We have been married for twenty-five years. We have been friends with Robert for twenty-three. Nix that. My ex-best friend for the last---shit that ended as soon as he first started fucking my wife.
"Listen, Steve, you don't need that gun," said Bob. Whatever this is about, we can discuss this rationally. You have nothing to fear from me. Please, take your finger off that trigger.
I had my Glock 45 laying flat on the armrest of my recliner, with my finger on the trigger. "I don't think it would be good for my health. After all, you have me by 60 pounds. And 6 inches in height. I've seen those pictures in your house of you and your Navy Seal Team buddies. You could snap my neck in about 20 seconds. No thanks, I think we should sit here till Carol gets here. She dropped off your youngest at softball practice and will be here shortly.
"Listen," Steve," said my cheating slut wife, Laura. I don't know what you think is going on. I demand you stop this right now of so help me, I'll."
"Do what, Laura? As I waved the gun in the air. If you get up, I'll shoot your kneecap out. And you Bob, I'll shoot your dick off. Why don't we just sit here in silence? And while we are doing this, I bet if you two think real hard and, maybe you can find filed way down in the recesses the pea-size brains of yours, what this is all about.
Now, why don't we sit here and play the quiet game? The first one that talks losses, and I'll shoot him, or her."
The two sat there stunned. I just stared at them as they started to sweat and shift back and forth on the couch.
I started to think back to better days when Laura and I first met. Fuck that. Who cares. What matters now is one little comment several months ago that got me thinking. Carol and Bob were over during a Saturday afternoon BBQ when Laura walked up with a couple of cold beers. She handed them to us and said, "for my Husbands.
I spit my beer out of my nose when she said that. Bob just chuckled. "What was that?" I asked.
"Steve, I have three husbands. With a fast recovery, she giggled and said, "I have a work husband, a carpool husband, and the husband I truly love. That's you, Steve. I laughed, and she kissed me driving her tongue down my throat. She had never done that before. My stomach knotted.
I started paying attention to the two of them and nothing. I mean, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I started checking the security systems and went back to the cloud. I pulled years of archive stored footage and nothing. Could they have it done years before we had security cameras? But she said husbands as if she was referring to the present.
Over the next several months, I pulled telephone logs and all the emails that I searched her computer and phone going back years ago nothing. I knew they worked at a government facility that had security cameras everywhere. They couldn't do anything without being caught. I went through years of credit cards receipts that I saved. Again nothing.
It seemed the only time they were together was in the car. They never left early or in separate cars to go to work. The only time they drove by themselves was when one of them was out sick or for family events or vacations. They always were home within the allotted time. The only time they were late getting home at night was, if they were stuck, in severe traffic, because of a wreck. An hour and fifteen minutes, give or take every day. They never went to conferences or seminars.
I guess my gut was wrong. I just need to fart. That was until six weeks ago when Bob came over, and my oldest son Eric had stopped by to chat. They both started to leave at the same time. That's when I noticed they both had the same build from behind. I went online, and ordered home DNA tests kits for my kids, Eric, Todd, and my youngest, Ann. I asked them to take one and not to say anything to their mother. I wanted to surprise her for her birthday.
"Surprise! Happy Birthday, Laura," I yelled. As I Carol walked in and threw three plain vanilla envelopes onto the coffee table in front of them.
"What is this?" asked Laura.
"Carol and I want you two to open them and read them. Then I will tell you. Oh hell, I think they are self-explanatory." I snorted.
They slowly reached and opened each one. Laura turned pale at the first one. Robert threw up in the basket by the couch. She grabbed the other two and read over them and started crying,
"I am so sorry, Steve. I never meant to do that to you. I thought they were yours. I guess I got the time I was fertile wrong.
Robert had recovered and started begging, "She promised me she was safe. I would have never made a cuckold out of my best friend.
"We weren't best friends. I bet you both got a kick out of making fools out of Carol and me. I am not going to shoot you or try to get you two fired. We are going to divorce the both of you. If I got you fired, Laura, I would have to pay you alimony. I'll keep my retirement, and you keep yours. We'll split everything else down the middle.
I took all our investments and put them into a trust for Ann for her college. I canceled all joint credit accounts after I paid them off. I took half cash that was left and placed it in a separate bank account.
We'll put the house up for sale. All the loving memories I have in this place were nothing more than a faΓ§ade. I have already rented myself a condo as far on the other side of town as I can get from you two. I told the kids this morning that I am not their father, but just a stupid man that was used by you two.
I don't think they are very happy with you two. Ann says she will be moving in with me until she graduates in 2 months. She doesn't want to talk to you, Laura. I haven't said a disparaging word against you two. So you will have to give her time."
"Please, Steve," begged Laura, "I love you I always have and always will. I just made a mistake in my cycle."
I chuckled and shook my head, "Laura, I think you really believe that crap you are trying to sell me. You know there is an old saying in the Bronx,
'Bullshit has a sound of its own
.'
"I do love you. I do. I want to grow old with and watch our grandchildren being born." she cried.
Trying to not shoot her, I replied, "Laura, the only one problem with that. I will not have children with you to watch. As it turns out, I will never have grandchildren to watch. You can watch them with Bob there."
She broke down crying again and said, "I was so sorry I never meant to do it to you." I looked at Bob, and tears were running down his cheeks. He was trying to wipe them off before they fell to his lap.
Carol stepped up and started saying her peace, "Bob, I have talked to all your former seal team members and told them how you betrayed your Marine code of conduct. Not the military law, but one between Marines themselves.
I told them how you cucked your best friend and betrayed him and me for the last twenty-five years. You will find an email that has been sent to you telling them you are persona non grata to them. I am sure they will call you personally.
As far as you and me, we are through. Since I have never worked out the home. I will be getting alimony for the rest of my life or until I remarry. Guess what? I am never remarrying. I will just bring men into my home and fuck them in the bed you are paying for.
I have already had my lawyer lock up our financial accounts. We will be getting an allowance until after the divorce. I am going after everything we own. I am sure my lawyer will crucify both of you for what you two did to us. And I will make sure I play my part as the wronged wife that wasted twenty-three years of my life with you in front of the jury.
The got good news is I sent the DNA information to both your parents Bob. They are ecstatic over having three more grandchildren. But Laura, I can't say the same for Steve's folks. They were absolutely heartbroken over the fact they will never have grandchildren."
Laura slid off the couch, crying in despair.
I waved my gun at Bob, "Help her up, Bob, Put her back on the couch." He picked her and sat down beside her holding her to keep her from sliding back off onto the floor.
Another man walked into the room and asked, "Are you, Mr. Robert Watkins?"
"Yes," Bob replied.