In May of 2019 Just Plain Bob posted two stories that presented different perspectives of the same story entitled "Shayla" (5/26/19) and "Andy" (5/27/19). Both versions presented the same basic story line with the only difference being it was as viewed by the title character and included events specific to that character. JPB has graciously consented to allow me to continue the story using his characters in my version of a Part 2 to both posts. Since this is a continuation you should read both of JPB's posted stories first for background information. As I did not want to post two separate endings which simply repeated each other, be forewarned, this story switches between Shayla's story to Andy's story half way through. I've included JPB's ending of the appropriate story at the beginning of each section. Also, I've switched to the story being told by an outside observer.
My conclusion to JPB's dual story of Shayla and Andy.
SHAYLA Part 2
(End of JPB's Shayla)
I had a great time in Cancun. Skin and scuba diving, para-sailing and laying on the sunny beach during the day, dancing and drinking in the evening and being fucked by that monster cock at night. I was going to miss it, but Max wasn't a keeper and Andy was.
When we got back to town I let Max know it was over between us and I don't think it even bothered him. He would just move on to the next girl who was curious. As I drove home from the airport I planned out how I was going to handle Andy. I knew it was going to take a week or so to bring him around, but I knew my Andy. He was mine and he knew it. As I unlocked the door to the apartment I knew one thing; Andy was going to get laid tonight even if I had to rape him to get it done. I opened the door and went into the apartment.
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'Well', Shayla chuckled to herself, 'at least my key still worked.' It was a joke, dammit. She found out all too quickly how unfunny it was.
As she entered the apartment the sound was the first thing that alerted her to the fact that something was seriously wrong. It echoed. It echoed as if the apartment was totally empty. Next was the antiseptic smell, it reminded her of the day she and Andy had first entered the apartment when they were looking to rent. She pulled her suitcases into the front room and turned to toss her keys and purse on the side table, but they just fell to the floor. There was no side table there. As a matter of fact from what she could see the apartment was literally empty. As in not even a single chair to sit on.
Shayla began to think that 'maybe' she had pushed her luck a bit too far. Apparently, she had misjudged Andy's love and how far she could expect him to allow her to play. She immediately went from room to room checking everything and finding that there was nothing, and I mean nothing at all left in the apartment. All her clothes - gone, all the pictures of their wedding, honeymoon and life together - gone. The furniture she took weeks to find to create their home - gone. Everything was gone.
Suddenly it dawned on her that she had indeed pushed Andy too far, and she began to feel like she was going to throw up. She rushed to the downstairs bathroom only to see Andy's ring atop a note on the toilet. She stopped frozen, afraid to pick it up. "What have I done?" Shayla asked herself, and immediately the little voice in her head answered, "Easy, you've destroyed your marriage, you fool! And for what? Temporary enjoyment from a big cocked Lothario."
Shayla slowly walked to the toilet, picked up Andy's ring and read the note. 'You might as well flush this down the toilet the same way you flushed our marriage.' she clutched his ring and threw-up the luncheon meal she'd had on the flight home.
'OMG, Andy had left me.' Shayla thought and almost passed out. She did fall to the floor in disbelief and must have sat there stunned for at least ten minutes before her mind began to function. 'No', she reasoned. 'He'll be back. He loves me. He'd never leave me like this, alone. He wouldn't go off to be with someone else.' That's when she finally realized that that was exactly what she had done to him for the last six months. The moment she had decided to go after Max to see what fucking a bigger cock felt like, she had abandoned Andy and their marriage. Not only had she left him to go off to fuck someone else simply because he had a 'big cock', but she had rubbed his nose in it in the worst way possible with the week long trip to Cancun. She wondered how could she have been so cruel? Now the tears really began to fall.
As she thought about it she told myself that 'Andy wasn't gone, he'd just done this to get my attention. I'll call his boss, Brady, and find out where he is so I could start kissing ass for a while.' Shayla dialed Brady's number and when he answered it wasn't very pleasant.
"Well, Hello slut. Finally get back from fucking your 'big dicked' asshole, Max, in Cancun, bitch?" Brady asked. No mincing words with Brady.
"Oh, so he told you." was all Shayla could think to say. 'How did he know Max's name? I hadn't told Andy that and surely no one knew of my affair.' Shayla thought to herself. At least she'd finally admitted to herself that it was an affair.
"Oh, Yes, he told us. You know, I've never seen a man so devastated and emasculated in all my life. He kept saying how he was lucky to have had you for the last three years as you were way 'out of his league'. As if a cheating, lying slut could possibly be out of anyones league - below it, yes - above it, never! I hope you enjoyed your 'Big Dick' because it cost me my best worker and you your husband." Brady paused. "What do you want, Shayla?" he asked.
"I need to find him, Brady. I need to get him back. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. Where has he gone?" she asked.
"Don't know and wouldn't tell you even if I did know, bitch." he replied. "Andy's much better off without you dragging him down. Just what did you expect to come home to? Kisses and hugs for the public humiliation you showed everyone?"
It was obvious she would get no help from Brady but she had to know how he knew Max's name, so she just asked.
"Brady, how did you find out I was with Max?"
"Wasn't hard, I just called your work and found out who took vacation time off the same week you'd be gone. Seems my call was answered by Donna Sue Heart, who regretfully clued you in to Max's 'big cock'. She wasn't really too happy when she'd been dumped by Max six months ago and you got a trip to Cancun out of it when he'd never taken her anywhere. She also told me that your affair is common knowledge at work and all the staff know you've been fucking Max for at least the last four months. Appears the only reason she didn't tell Andy was because she was too ashamed at her own involvement in helping you start your affair." Brady answered.
This revelation shocked Shayla as she thought she'd been so careful in hiding her adulterous affair. Apparently the only person who didn't know she was cheating with Max was her husband, Andy, and that was because he loved and trusted her so much. What had she done?
Brady continued, "In addition, Shayla, if I was you, I wouldn't be surprised if when you return to work you and Max find that management takes a dim view of one of their 'married' employees 'publicly cuckolding' her husband, especially with another employee and on company time and property. Even though Max isn't married, getting involved with a married co-worker really was not a very smart move on his part. Not only is it against company rules, but it may even be more seriously egregious in this case since Andy was supposed to repair your supervisor's sports car last week, but couldn't do it as he was too busy packing up to leave." Then Brady hung up the phone thinking to himself 'Stupid cunt.'
'Oh shit', Shayla thought, 'What kind of crap are we going to face at work?'
She had no more than hung up from calling Brady, when her phone rang. Hoping it might be Andy, she checked caller ID only to find it was only from Max. "Hi, Max. What do you want? I already told you our time together is over."
"Just checking to be sure you're OK, sweet cheeks. Saw an accident on the interstate coming in from the airport and thought I recognized one of the cars involved. Boy was it a mess." he said.
"Well it wasn't me, but I do have a bit of a problem. It seems that I underestimated the degree to which our holiday may have hurt Andy and my marriage." Shayla sadly related.
"He hasn't hurt you has he. I'll beat the shit out of him if you want." Max jokingly said.
"No, he isn't the physical type. He's just left me and cleaned everything, and I mean everything, out of our apartment. He only left his wedding ring and a note that said I should flush it down the toilet as I flushed our marriage." Shayla said as her tears started running down her cheeks. Slowly she was beginning to realize the deep level of pain Andy must have felt when she took her little 'vacation' from their marriage.
"I thought you said you two had an 'open marriage' and he was okay with us being together. Even with your 'open marriage' arrangement, I warned you not to mention the trip to Cancun, but you said he was okay with us going on this week long holiday. I don't like coming between a husband and wife." Max was becoming irritated. He didn't view himself as a home wrecker or an adulterer and really didn't like the fact that this time apparently he was both. "I told you that in the beginning! So, I take it you're telling me now that you don't have an 'open marriage' and Andy was completely blindsided when you told him of the trip to Cancun?"
"I know, I know." an irritated Shayla replied. "I just fudged a little with the truth 'cause I really wanted to try you out and didn't realize how bad the consequence would be." she answered. "Besides, Andy has always given me everything I ever wanted since we married and so I figured he'd give me this, too."
By this time Max was really mad. "Don't give me that shit, Shayla! Of course you knew what the consequences would be! I may be assertive and take what I want from my women, but I've never been a home wrecker before! You're just like my slutty mother! Her cheating killed my father! He couldn't take it and committed suicide. You two are just alike and are only concerned with what you want and screw everyone else's feelings! Now, I feel like shit for what we had been doing behind Andy's back for months, and especially for what we did to Andy this last week. Good bye Shayla! Don't ever call me again." and as he hung up he was on the verge of tears himself. Not a very manly image for a supposed Alpha male, but Max really wasn't the macho, physical type either. He claim to fame was just that he had a 'big dick'.
