Taing Life One Day at a Time

As I sit here in this Nashville bar, I am reminded of the bizarre chain of events that occurred this past year of my life. It is the same bar where I suppose it all started. It is a story worth telling, so here goes.

My name is Mark. I am a 30 year old record producer. At the time I was living in Austin,Texas working for a small time record label. I was married to a beautiful accountant, Kelly, who was 29. We had been married for about seven years. We had recently decided to start a family. Although we had been going at it like rabbits for about three months, she still wasn't pregnant.

No problem yet as I was really enjoying having sex just about every night. I'm pretty sure she was having a good time also, at least she sounded like it every time I made her scream from a mind boggling orgasm.

Occasionally, I do have to travel some in my job. This was the case that fateful week. I had to go to Nashville to work on a project that I had been assigned. I left Thursday morning, and was due back Saturday afternoon. I hated being away from Kelly, especially since we were trying to have a baby.

The night before I left I fucked her brains out. I deposited at least three loads in her from three different positions. I tried going for a fourth, but just couldn't rise to the occasion. I was spent, and I'm pretty sure she was too. The next morning she informed me that her pussy was pretty sore. I informed her that my dick was a little raw also. We laughed, and I gave her a big kiss before heading to the airport.

I think what I like most about Kelly is her long legs. She is almost six foot tall, with legs that go on forever. She wraps them around my back when we are in missionary position. She was a volleyball player in high school, so she is very athletic. She has long blond hair, a very pretty face, and better than average tits. Yes, I am a very lucky man.

I am about 6 foot 2 inches, pretty muscular, and considered pretty handsome, according to Kelly. I was a football player in high school. In fact, I was a star quarterback on a state championship team. I had a scholarship to play college football, but a kidney injury my first season at college forced me to give up football.

I focused on my education, having a good time, and later on Kelly. We met my Senior year, her Junior year. We got married right after she graduated.

During my Senior year I got a part time time working for a recording studio in Austin. I was an assistant to a really good record producer. After I graduated with a business degree, I was hired full time as a record producer. I actually took the place of the lady I was working for. She moved to one of the big companies in Nashville. Her name was Ellie, and she had become quite important in the industry.

Ellie and I had become good friends, and she was continually helping me in my career. I was hoping someday to get in with one of the big companies in Nashville. In the meantime, I did quite well for the smaller label that I worked for in Austin. Austin was full of great talent.

After Kelly graduated she got a job with an Austin accounting firm. We were still renting an apartment, but had saved quite a bit of money for a down payment on a house. As soon as she got pregnant, we planned on buying a nice family home.

Ellie and I stayed in touch, and she occasionally sent business my way from Nashville. So that is why I'm headed to Nashville. Ellie had arranged for me to work with a couple of new and upcoming artist. She wanted me to produce their album on our label. I went to meet with them to see if it would work out. If so, then they would do their recordings in our studio.

She seemed pretty confident that this duo would be hot someday, if we wanted to take a chance on them. Apparently the big record label Ellie worked for decided against them, so she contacted me.

I always trusted Ellie's judgement, so I was determined to make this happen. So, off to Nashville, and the heart of the country music world.

My plan was to meet with them Thursday to plan everything. Friday we would do a demo, select songs for the album, and eventually sign a recording contract. If all went well they would come to Austin the following week to record the entire album at our studio. I would also book them some good venues in Austin. Austin is supposed to be the live music capital of the world.

I arrived in Nashville that Thursday afternoon and immediately went to work. I finished up around 8:00 that evening. I had a glass of wine in the bar, then retired to my room. I called Kelly and we talked for about 30 minutes. I already missed her so much.

After talking to Kelly I fell asleep pretty quick. It had been a long day, and I had another one tomorrow.

The next day I had a nice lunch with Ellie, then back to work with the group. Our plan was to work well into the evening, get everything done, then head back home Saturday.

I called Kelly after lunch and told I would be working late so I wouldn't call again tonight. I would call her Saturday before I left. We talked a little, said our I Love You's, then back to work.

Everything went well with the group. Ellie was right, they were quite talented, they just needed a break. This was a possible break through chance for me too. If I could get this album on the charts, my stock in the business would rise, and maybe I could make the big time.

The demo sounded awesome, we selected the songs, and signed a contract. Most of the songs were their own, but a couple were from other songwriters. All in all, things went very well. We finished up around 9:30.

We would record the album the following Monday in our Austin studio. My life was really going well at this point.

I got back to the hotel a little after 10:00 that evening. I had told Kelly I wouldn't call, so I didn't since she was probably in bed. I was still wound up from the day, so I decided to have a glass of wine in the bar. After I finished that glass I decided on one more, then off to bed. Two glasses of wine should make me sleep good. My plane didn't leave until 1:00 pm the next day.

I was about half through my second glass of wine when this really gorgeous lady sat beside me at the bar. She was dressed in a very professional businesswoman suit. She ordered a glass of wine and smiled at me. I cordially smiled back.

She took a couple of sips of her wine, then started crying. I was the only one sitting around her. What was I supposed to do? She obviously needed to talk to someone.

I said, "Excuse me ma'am, but are you ok?"

"No I'm not." She said.

"Do you want to tell me why you're crying?"

"Actually, I do need someone to talk to. I'm pretty upset right now."

"Well, I'm no psychologist, but you can talk to me if you would like."

"Thank, but I don't want to bother a nice guy like you with my troubles."

"It's no bother ma'am. My name is Mark."

"My name is Patti. It's very sweet of you to offer to listen. I think it might help if I could talk to you for just a little bit."

We picked up our drinks and sat at a table away from the bar. Patti proceeded to tell me that she had just got a call from her husband. Patti said she was in town on business. He called to tell her that he was in love with another woman, and was leaving her.

I'm guessing Patti was about 34 or 35. She and her husband had been married for thirteen years. Her husband informed her he was leaving her for his 24 year old girlfriend.

"Patti, did you know or suspect anything?" I said.

"No, he did a great job of hiding it. In fact, we made love two nights ago right before I came to Nashville. I feel like such a fool for not knowing. I also feel like I must not be worth much for him to cast me aside like this."

I spent the next several minutes convincing her it was not her fault, and that she was a very attractive woman. Actually, she was. I couldn't imagine any man wanting to get rid of her.

We talked for awhile and I think I was able to lift her spirits somewhat. Then she asked me something that really caught me off guard.

"Mark, I need to feel like a woman tonight, plus I want to show that husband of mine that two can play this game. Come with me to my room and I will fuck you until you can't walk. I am also very good at giving blowjobs. I promise you won't regret it, and you don't ever have to call me again. I need you tonight."

Now if I had been single, I think this would have been a scene every man dreams about at least once in his life. However, I was a happily married man, and I let her know that I would never cheat on my wife.

She seemed pretty disappointed, but said she respected the fact that I chose to remain faithful to my wife, unlike her no good husband. She then said she needed to go to the bathroom, but for me not to leave. She wanted to talk until we finished our wine.

When she stood up, I also stood up, which as a gentleman with good manners, I always did for a lady. As I was getting up, she dropped her purse on the floor. Some of her things fell out. So, as a gentleman, I went down to pick everything up for her. She never stooped down to help. I picked everything up and gave her the purse. I sat down and continued to drink.

She came back a few minutes later, and we continued to drink and talk. I was just about through with my glass of wine when things started to get real fuzzy. I started feeling dizzy, and my speech got slurred. I knew I had not had enough to drink to get that drunk, but that is what it felt like. The room started to spin. I knew I had to get to my room fast.

Patti made a comment about me maybe having too much to drink, and that she would help me to my room. We started for my room, but I was fading fast. The last I remember was Patti unlocking my door.

The next thing I remember was when I woke up about 10:00 the next morning. I was still a little fuzzy, and wasn't sure how I got in bed. I was naked, and my clothes were piled up on the floor next to my bed. I guess Patti got me to the room, then I took off my clothes and got in bed. I didn't remember much else.

I took a shower and tried to clear my head. I don't know what happened, but I know I didn't drink that much. I am able to hold my alcohol pretty well. I am also wondering what happened to Patti.

I got dressed and headed to the airport. Once at the airport I found out my plane was delayed until 3:00. I tried to call Kelly but it went straight to voicemail. I left a message telling her my plane was delayed. I tried calling several more times over the next couple of hours, but it went straight to voicemail every time. This was unusual because she always has her phone with her.

The plane was delayed some more, but we finally took off around 3:40. The flight took around two hours so I arrived in Austin around 5:45. I tried calling Kelly again. This time is rang, but no one answered. I left another message that I had just now arrived in Austin.

I caught the shuttle to my car, and finally got home around 7:15. The apartment was dark when I opened the door. I also didn't see Kelly's car anywhere in the parking lot. Something was going on, but I couldn't figure out what. Kelly should have answered her phone, plus she should be home now. I was starting to get worried that something might have happened to her.

I walked around the apartment to see if there were any signs of a struggle. Maybe someone broke in and abducted her. Everything looked as it always did. I did notice a few clothes missing from her closet. What the fuck was going on.

I sat on the couch with my laptop in front of me on the coffee table. I was just about to start calling her parents, and the police. I didn't want to alarm her mom and dad, but I needed to call in case she was there for some reason. They live 30 miles away in San Marcos.

I pulled my phone up only to have a text appear on my screen. It was from Kelly. Thank God I thought. She is ok. Her text said, "Are you home, and do you have your laptop near you."

I sent her a text back. " Kelly, where are you? I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you. Are you ok baby?"

She texted, "Yes, I'm fine. Turn on your laptop and Skype me. Then you will see what is going on."

I powered up my laptop and logged into Skype. Then I connected with Kelly on her Skype. The image that first came up was mostly Kelly's face In front of her computer camera. I couldn't really tell where she was.

"Hi honey. Welcome back home. Did you have a good time in Nashville?"

"Kelly, what is going on? Where are you? Why weren't you home when I got here?" I said.

"Answer my question first Mark. Did you have a good time in Nashville?" She said.

"I was there on business Kelly. I accomplished what I went there to do. What the hell is going on here Kelly" I said.

She made this real angry face and said, "I will tell you what the fuck is going on you cheating bastard. You did a lot more than work in Nashville. I know about the woman you picked up in the bar last night. I also know that you took her to your room and fucked her."

"Are you nuts? The last thing in the world I would ever do is cheat on you. I'll admit I did talk to someone in the bar, but she was crying about her husband leaving her, and just wanted to talk. That's all I did, and I only did that because she seemed very upset." I said.

"You're such a liar Mark. I have a video of you fucking her in your hotel room. One of your co- workers sent it to me. He said he saw you flirting with her and got worried you might cheat on me. He said the thought of that made him so angry, and that I needed to know if you did. So he went back to the room and set up a secret camera. He didn't give his name because he wanted to stay anonymous, but he was staying in the room with you."

"That is bullshit Kelly. I did not have a co- worker with me on this project. I was in my hotel room alone, and I swear to you I never had anyone else in my room."

"More fucking lies Mark. I have the video, and it shows a good looking blond riding your dick for all she is worth. I am emailing you the video. Watch the video and tell me that is not you asshole."

I got the video and pulled it up. The video was shot in my room, and sure enough it looked like the girl I was talking to last night was riding my dick like she said. We were both naked, and sure enough it looked like I did what she said. The trouble is, I know I didn't. Something was not right here.

I went back to Kelly on Skype. "Kelly, I know that looks bad, but I didn't do it. Something is not right here. I did not fuck that woman."

"Boy Mark, you are such a piece of work. I have the evidence, yet you still deny it. Well honey, two can play this game. I mean fair is fair, isn't it?"

She moved away from the camera and I could see she had on this really flimsy negligee. She looked really hot, and sexy. All of a sudden this young good looking muscular guy came into view and put his arms around Kelly. it looked like they were in a motel room.

I yelled out, "Kelly? What the fuck?"

"I told you honey that two can play this game. Time for a little revenge, and I'm sure going to enjoy it with this stud."

They started making out in front of me. His hands were all over her.

I yelled out, "Hey asshole, get your hands off my wife."

They both laughed, then Kelly went down to her knees and grabbed his cock. "Check it out Mark. This guy is really hung. Much bigger than that little toothpick of yours. I'm finally going to get satisfied."

She took his cock in her mouth and started giving him a blow job.

"Kelly! Please don't do this. You're making a big mistake. I did not cheat on you. Come home and we can get to the bottom of this. Please just come home so we can talk."

Kelly just laughed and kept on sucking. I started to cry. It was more than I could bear. I had no idea where that video came from, but I knew that I was innocent.

After few minutes Kelly stopped. She picked up her laptop so the camera had a good view of the bed. "Now I'm going to ride his cock just like she rode yours." She said.

"KELLY! I yelled. "Please, no, don't do this. I did not do anything. That video is not real. We have to talk."

"Sorry Mark, seeing is believing. I can plainly see in that video that you are fucking that bimbo, and now you get to watch me fuck this young stud I found in the bar, just like you."

She straddled his cock. It was a pretty big cock at that. It took her a minute to slide down on it, but she eventually took it all. Then she began going up and down on him. While doing so, she looked right into the camera and said, "Damn Mark, he feels good. He is a lot better than you. Looks like I'm finally getting laid proper. He is a much better lover than you."

She started making all kinds of sounds of pleasure. She was moaning, screaming, yelling out how good it was, all while looking right at me."

I broke down and cried like a baby. I was really hurting. I couldn't look. It didn't take long before the young guy shoot his wad in her. he wasn't wearing a condom either. I was hurt and humiliated beyond words.

Kelly got off of him and came over to the camera. "I gotta tell you Mark, that was a lot better fuck you you have ever given me. In fact, we are going to stay in this motel room and fuck all night long. Don't worry though, I'm going to send you a video."

Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I said, "Kelly, you have hurt and humiliated me more than I thought was humanly possible. If that was your plan, then you succeeded. I am innocent of what you are accusing me of. I will find out the truth though, and when I do, well I just hope you will be able to live with yourself."

She suddenly looked a little remorseful, but then laughed and said, "I know what I saw Mark, and now you know what it feels like."

I turned off Skype, and shut down my computer. I cried my self to sleep.

The next morning I awoke hoping it was all a bad dream but knew it wasn't. Somehow I had to get to the bottom of all this. The key was the video. It looked real, but I had no recollection of having sex with anyone in my room. I did remember talking to Patti, who apparently was the woman in the video, but I do not remember her being in my room.

Then it all came back to me. Shortly after she went to the bathroom I started feeling different. I thought I had somehow gotten very drunk on two glasses of wine, but now I began to wonder. She dropped her purse, I picked it up for her. She didn't bend down to help. Could she have put something in my drink? That had to be it. I was drugged. Then I barely remember her helping me to my room.

Something else suddenly dawned on me. Was someone with her? I had a feeling that there was someone else. The next thing I remember after getting to my door was waking up the next morning. If I was drugged, then they could have easily staged that video to make it look real. I knew someone who might be able to help me.

I called my good friend Jerry Burns. Jerry was a video expert and freelance photographer. He ran his own business out of his home. He did professional videos, plus photography. I gave him a call, and luckily he was home.

I explained everything, and told him the whole story. He told me to come over that afternoon. I brought the copy of the video Kelly had sent me. He ran the video through at normal speed and said that it did look pretty damaging, but he did catch a couple of flaws. He wanted to examine it in slow motion on a blown up scale. He had the sophisticated equipment to be able to tell if it was a fake. He said it would take awhile, but he would call me tomorrow.

I spent a restless Sunday afternoon not knowing where Kelly was, or what she was doing. I also cried because I knew my marriage to Kelly was over. Even if I proved my innocence, I could never take her back. The vision of what she did to that young guy was haunting, and one I could never forget.