The characters in this story learn the true value of "things" and "status" In time they learn what's really important. While good sex is very important to a relationship, it isn't the most important. Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
Dr. Tracey Lawrance walked into her kitchen of her home on the hill. She had been at work as an Emergency Room physician for three days straight. One emergency after the other. The current flu epidemic had caused them to be short staffed and overloaded with patients. All she wanted was a hot bath and her bed, alone, for at least 12 hours.
She wondered where her husband Garth was. He had been rather quiet lately. Not his usual outgoing self. He hadn't tried to have sex with her for about a month and a half. Of course she hadn't been in the mood or seen her husband much in the last couple of months. Between work and Aldon. She had gotten all the sex she could handle from Aldon and her career took all the rest of her time.
What a man Aldon was. What a lover. Tracey almost got wet between the legs just thinking of him. He could make her cum ten thousand ways. Over and over. Too bad he had finished his fellowship and had returned to England. All good things must come to an end.
Tracey felt guilty about cheating on Garth. But he wasn't the best in bed, and was busy with his career. They went for weeks without having any contact except in passing. She knew in her heart that he had never played around on her. She hadn't had an affair before Aldon, and wouldn't again.
Not unless she found someone as good as Aldon. Guess what they said was true. It was always easier to cheat after the first time. Especially if you didn't get caught. Aldon and she had been very careful. Not in the least obvious. If she could find a lover as good or better than Aldon she would be tempted.
In her soul she knew she was playing with fire. Garth's views on monogamy were very rigid. He would divorce her in a minute if he even suspected she had an affair. Before Aldon she had felt the same.
Aldon had been very subtle in the beginning. He had taken it slowly. Bit by bit he had destroyed her barriers. She just couldn't help herself.
As time wore on, she fell more and more under his influence. She had shaved her pubes, started sucking his cock and swallowing. He even introduced her to anal sex. She was a whore for him. She had loved it.
She had bought new sexy lingerie. All for Aldon. The lingerie had made her feel more feminine than she ever had before. More sexy. She had never been able to accept that she was a beautiful and had a great body. She had spent her teens and twenties studying and preparing for her career in medicine.
She and Garth had met in college. They both were attracted by the others ambition and determination to succeed. Their marriage was more of a merger than a love match. But she did love Garth. But he was very 'normal' in bed. He never made her feel the fire that Aldon had.
Oh well. One can't have everything.
Tracey went to her bedroom. Things looked different. All of Garth's drawers were open. They were all empty. She ran to his closet. It too was empty.
She saw the large envelope taped to the mirror. It had her name written on it in Garth's handwriting. Grabbing it she emptied it on the bed.
Out came a videotape, several pictures and another envelope with her name typed on it, also several loose pictures. Pictures of Elton and she in several damning poses.
There was a handwritten not attached to the videotape.
Tracey,
You must have really thought me a fool. Like I believed all your excuses about working late, meetings and classes. Even worse were your excuses for not wanting to make love anymore. Too tired, on your period, a urinary tract infection. I really liked the last one. An infection but no antibiotics. And if you had as many periods as you said, you should have bled to death.
But where you were the most stupid was that you forgot that you had pissed off most of the people in the hospital with your high and mighty attitude. I got an anonymous phone call telling me you were involved with Dr. Elton Fitzwilliam, a doctor doing a six-month fellowship. I later got an envelope with a typed letter. It gave dates and times and included pictures and the enclosed (well it's a copy) videotape. They were from different people!
What you don't know is that lover boy has been bragging all over the hospital what a good lay you turned out to be once he "broke you in". How you liked oral and anal sex. How you shaved your pubes for him and got rid of your boring underwear. He said now you wore stuff that would make a hooker blush. He said he hated to leave a nice slut like you behind, but his wife and children were waiting at home
Oh, didn't know about the wife and kiddies? Oh well, that's the slut business for you
That just made it all easy. I hired a PI and had you followed for the last month. More pictures and videos. More and more proof of what a whore you had become.
I decided to wait till your lover left. I figured if this hurt you at all, it would be worse if you faced it alone. I know you have no friends. That's because you are such a bitch. No one can stand to be around you if they could help it. After I found out about you, I couldn't stand you either. I would have you kicked you out sooner but I wanted to have you dead to rights. No squirm room at all.
In the enclosed envelope are the divorce papers from my attorney. There is also a proposed property settlement. If I were you, I'd get a real good attorney. Because I have the best in the state. I'm going to take everything! Not that I really want it, but just because I can.
I've rented a condo in town. Right after I found out what a cheating slut you are. The phone number is 555-1212. Call if you want to. Maybe if you crawled and begged enough or were willing to sell yourself on a street corner to humiliate yourself the way you did me, I might take you back. But I doubt it.
Yours,
GARTH
Oh my GOD. Garth found out! She had lost everything. Her reputation, all of the things she had acquired, but mostly GARTH!
How could she be so foolish? She really loved Garth. He was bright, witty, hard working, and very supportive of her career.
Now he was gone. From the mood of his letter very bitter. He did have good reason to be bitter. But the letter sounded so cold and hard. Not like her husband at all.
But to be honest she had never hurt him so badly before.
What the hell was she going to do? How could she save her career and her marriage? What would it take to convince Garth that she was truly sorry and would never stray again?
One way to find out was to call and ask. Things couldn't get much worse. At least she hoped so anyway.
Tracey went to the phone and dialed the number. It rang several times. As she was about to hang up, Garth picked up the phone.
"Hello this is Garth speaking. Is this my slut, soon to be ex-wife?" he said.
Startled by his answer she finally remembered Caller ID.
"Garth, I am so sorry. I know that's not enough. But what can I do to make it up to you. Please give me another chance. Please, I love you. Really I do. I was so stupid. Please Garth." She begged, crying.
On the other end of the phone Garth was somewhat suprised. He expected her to try to lie and deny. But coming straight out and asking him to forgive and offering to do anything to make it up to him was a shock. She was usually so bitchy and superior. Now she was meek and mild. He liked that.
Let's see how far she is willing to go. How far he could push her. How much was she willing to give up to save their marriage?
"If you're really serious about this, then let's talk. You can come over to my place. 617 Thunderbird Lane. I want to see how serious you are and if there is any good feeling left between us." He stated in a firm tone.
"I'll be there in 30 minutes. Please Garth, give me a chance please! I'd be lost without you." She begged again.
"I'm at least willing to discuss it. Come on. But don't make me wait. I have better things to do than to talk to a slut like you." He hung up the phone without another word.
In 25 minutes she arrived at his condo. Knocking quietly she waited for him to answer.
Garth opened the door. Damn, she looked like warmed over death. Her hair was messed up, make-up ran allover her face and her eyes were red from the tears, and she was still crying. Tracey never left the house without her make-up and her hair perfect. He had never seen her cry before either.
"Come on in." Garth said in a firm but calm voice.
The walked into the Great Room and sat on the leather sofa.
"Alright, what's the deal? What are you willing to do to make it up to me? Tell me how I'm ever going to trust you again? How will I know you won't find some new dick to whore for?" he asked
Looking at him through tear filled eyes, she asked, "What do you want? I'll do anything to keep from losing you. I know I did wrong. No excuses. I really love you. I know it may not seem like it now, but I do. You're the glue that holds me together. Without you I'm nothing. Please Garth let me try. Please."
"I never realized how much I had to lose till I saw all your stuff gone from the house and the note you left. I'll do anything, give up anything you tell me to. No questions asked. I'll whore on the street corner if you say to. Please." She cried
Garth sat back and looked at her. In their 10 years of marriage he had never seen her so humble. So defeated. So willing to do what he wanted for a change.
Tracey had always known exactly what she wanted and never left the path that she decided would get her there the fastest. She usually got her way. Compromise was not in her vocabulary. It was always her. What was important to her career, her life. Piss on everyone else. Garth thought. Not this time. It was his turn.
He intended to take full advantage of the opportunity.
"Tracey, you really hurt me. I never, never even thought about cheating on you! But you carried on at least a four month affair. You did things for him that you never did for me. Things I really would have liked. Things that would have made our sex life better. Made our whole relationship better. That's the part that really hurts the worst." He said
