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Nathan Solstein was an unremarkable guy to most people outside of his family.
He was in pretty good condition for a man of 66 due to his habit of hitting the gym three times each week. His curly gray hair was thinning on top, his face had some wrinkles, but not an overabundance. He was a pleasant man with a quick wit, and was well-liked by most of his co-workers at Numbers on the Run, a small business-accounting software company.
He was remarkable to two of his co-workers, however, for one simple reason. He had just announced his upcoming retirement from his position as a director level officer, and posting for his job would soon be announced. There were two people who were hoping to apply for that job, which included a mid-six-figure salary, stock options and quarterly bonuses.
Aaron Royce, 37, had worked at Numbers for 13 years, and was currently sales director. He had started as an accountant but had switched over to the sales side very successfully six years ago so he could expand his knowledge within the firm. He figured that having knowledge on several levels within the company would help him on what he hoped was his journey to the top.
Jack Long, 39, had worked at Numbers for 14 years, spending most of his career there in packaging and distribution. He was an extremely handsome man and knew it, and he had a forceful personality that didn't suffer competitors well. He was 6-4, 200 pounds of solid man, two inches and 20 pounds bigger than Aaron.
Nathan was in Aaron's corner as his replacement, but he was only one of five votes among the directors. Everyone expected both men to apply, along with maybe one or two others.
Aaron wasn't surprised when he got an interoffice call from Jack on the Thursday of that week. The month-long posting was expected to start the following Monday, so Aaron was pretty sure the lunch Jack set up for Friday had something to do with the job opening.
Aaron was uncomfortable with the location of the restaurant for his Friday lunch with Jack. Both men were making good money, and something about this less than stellar location felt off. He felt better when he saw his co-worker seated at a table in the back half of a Mexican restaurant that had dΓ©cor straight from the 1950s.
Although the two men had worked at the same company for more than a decade, they were not friends and rarely interacted. Aaron figured he would wait to hear what Jack was going to say before making any small talk.
"Word is you are going to apply for Nathan's job. I'm telling you not to do that," Jack said right after the heavily-tattooed waitress took their order.
Aaron looked blankly at Jack, wondering where this conversation was going.
"Why would I want to do that?" he said.
"Because if you do apply, then the whole world gets to see these on the Internet," Jack rasped, handing Aaron a manila folder.
Aaron slowly looked through a folder containing about a dozen photos of his naked wife of 13 years sucking a hard dick and then getting fucked by what appeared to be the same hard dick from behind. Although he tried to play it cool, Aaron gasped when he opened the folder, and then tears filled his eyes as he looked through the photos. His hands started to shake, but he had enough presence of mind to close the folder when the waitress brought their food.
Aaron's head suddenly felt like it was going to explode. He could hear his heart beating in his ears and his stomach felt like he had been donkey-kicked several times. Josie... his Josie... had been cheating on him, and from the looks of the photos, the deed had been done several times, including at least once in his own bed.
"How? When? Why? How long? WHAT THE FUCK?" Aaron's brained screamed.
Jack smirked and took another bite of his burrito. He sipped his margarita, looking quite pleased with himself.
"She's one hell of a piece of ass, but I'm sure you already know that," Jack snarked.
Aaron sat looking shell-shocked. It took every ounce of his willpower not to launch at Jack as the bastard sat there sipping his drink.
Aaron slugged down his margarita in one go. He stood up, picked up the folder and marched out of the restaurant, smoke practically coming out of his ears. Jack chuckled.
Aaron's secretary knew something was wrong the minute she saw Aaron's face as he walked into his office.
"Unless this place is on fire or Jack Long calls, I don't want to be disturbed, Maggie. Understood?" Aaron huffed.
"Yes, sir," the secretary said quietly.
As he sat at his desk thinking about what had transpired early in the day, Aaron was shocked that Josie could so easily maintain her charade as his loving wife. He never noticed anything "off" about her behavior, never noticed a marked increase or decrease in the quantity and quality of their sex, never noticed anything that would have indicated she was sharing her body with another man. She was either the world's greatest actress or the coldest woman he had ever known.
Josie was gliding around the kitchen preparing dinner like she didn't have a care in the world when Aaron walked in the door at about 5:30 PM. He watched her in silence for about 30 seconds, wondering how she could be so cool with everything that was happening in her life.
God, she was still a beautiful woman, Aaron thought. A mop of curly brunette hair hung a little past her shoulders, her body more athletic than curvy but with sizeable breasts and a tight ass. Her green eyes still held the wonderment of a child, and her porcelain skin was unlined and as clear as a teenager's. She had always had a flirty personality, and through the years she had more than her fair share of men approach her. Until earlier in the day, Aaron was sure she had always turned them down.
Josie caught Aaron standing in the doorway, staring through her. Something bad must have happened during the workday, she thought.
"Aaron, are you okay, baby? You look like your best friend died or something," Josie said.
"Or something," Aaron mumbled as he put his keys down on the counter and half-walked, half-staggered upstairs to their bedroom to change his clothes.
Aaron decided he needed some more information before he confronted his wayward wife. He hoped he could be half the actor she had been recently so he wouldn't give himself away before he was ready.
Life continued. Aaron had rented a cabin at a lake about an hour away from the couple's home for a long weekend for the next Friday, Saturday and Sunday. He would confront his wife then, he decided.
The couple was unloading their SUV Friday afternoon when three large Harleys and a small car pulled up at the cabin 50 yards to the west of theirs. After dismounting, the lead biker stood and looked over at the Royces... well, Josie, actually, for a good 30 seconds before moving on. Under normal circumstances, that blatant a look at his wife probably wouldn't have sat well with Aaron, but considering for much of that time he was hungrily staring at the woman getting out of the car, he couldn't be too upset.
"Wow, that guy's not exactly subtle," Josie said with a smile on her face. Aaron was broken out of his reverie by his wife's voice.
"No, he's not, but I can't argue with his good taste in women," Aaron responded, taking a sideways look at his wife to see if she caught him staring at the young woman.
The man doing the looking appeared to be about 30 years old. He stood about 6-2, 220 pounds with a broad chest and big arms that showed from his wife-beater. He had an easy smile on his handsome face, Aaron noted. The woman getting out of the car looked to be no more than 22, Aaron guessed, but she filled out both her tight jean shorts and bikini top well.
The other two guys on the motorcycles both appeared to be mid-20s, and seemed to be deferential to the older, bigger man.
"Wonder what that's about? Thinks she's with the big man, or is available to all three?" Josie asked.
Aaron thought he detected a note of... arousal in his wife's tone. He thought that was interesting, considering what he had very recently learned about his wife.
The sun had not quite set when the couple heard a knock at the screen door on the back of the cabin. Aaron reflexively smiled brightly when he answered the door to find the young woman standing there.
"Me, Hank and the guys were wondering if you two would like to come over and enjoy some libations around the fire pit with us tonight. We've got beer and booze, and you can bring over anything else you might want," said the young woman, who identified herself as Zydeco.
Josie had joined Aaron at the door and thanked the woman for the invite.
"Sounds good," Josie said. "We've got some cracklings, chips and Slim Jims that would be great to bring. We'll be over in five."
Josie grabbed some clothes from the suitcase and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, she had changed into a tight pair of short-shorts and a halter top, without a bra. It was one of Aaron's favorite outfits of hers.
"Can't let that little nymphet make me look bad," Josie giggled.
Aaron had never minded his wife showing off her body to advantage as well as flirting a little. Again, that was before, and this was now...
The four young people were sitting around the fire pit in a sort of a circle when Aaron and Josie walked up carrying bags of snacks and a bottle of red wine.