FROM THE AUTHOR:
This story is my first story, so please be understanding. This story is a dark Loving Wife story with burn the bitches and their boyfriends. My thanks to my dear friend Stormking for taunting me enough to write a story instead of just reading and criticizing other's stories.
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My best friend Jake and I were chugging booze and munching pizza as we watched his USC Trojan Football Team beating my Notre Dame Fighting Irish by nine points in Los Angeles with six minutes left in the game. We had been best friends since our high school sports days. He went to USC while I went to Notre Dame.
The day he married Naomi Remington was also the day I met Olivia Remington who was a bridesmaid and Naomi's cousin. Both girls came from parents loaded with old Hollywood money while Jake and I were just middle class guys who joined the army together and use our veteran's benefits pay for our college degrees. Jake owns an advertising company and I work for him as a commercial writer-director.
A year later, I married Olivia "Livy" Remington. Jake, Naomi, Olivia, and I ended up living two miles apart in Chandler, Arizona. What followed was two years of domestic bliss or so Jake and I thought so.
"Well Chuck, it looks like Notre Dame's three game winning streak against us is coming to an end and you're going to owe me a hundred bucks in a few minutes," he said with a big grin.
"I would give up winning this game and the $100 if our future divorces would just go away because they never cheated on us," I said sadly.
"Me too, my friend," Jake said somberly.
Jake and I had our first suspicion that all was not well when I found a couple of used $100 VISA gift cards in the garbage that had fallen out of the trash can during a dust storm. We both agreed that this was weird. Why use gift cards when the wives had debit and credit cards?
I thought that odd, so I accessed the online website to check balances and charges on the gift card. Every charge on the cards was to Motel 6, unknown location. I called Jake and told him what I had discovered, and he said that when he was putting a new health insurance card in Naomi's purse he saw that his wife had eight $100 VISA gift cards. He also checked his wife's gift card, and there were also Motel 6 charges.
The ladies were together that day to get manis, pedis, and hair done plus shopping. We both had tracking software on the wives' cell phones just in case of carjacking, kidnapping, and so on. Jake and I checked and discovered that Naomi and Livy were at the Motel 6 located in the next town over. We were sitting in my pick-up truck across the street from the motel parking lot discussing what to do next when the girls followed by a young guy and a middle-age man came out of a room on the 2
nd
floor.
We were in shock for a few seconds, but quickly recovered so we could gather evidence. Jake shot video while I used my Nikon camera. I recognized the older man as William Koenig, president of Koenig Financial Investment Services, which was where our wives and his son Jeremy, vice-president, worked at. William was an arrogant jerk who insisted on being called William. Koenig is German for king, and he acted like one. I called him Willy last year, which caused me to be banned forever from the company's Christmas Parties. Yeah, like I ever cared!
We were angry as we observed the two couples kissing next to their vehicles. The assholes were pawing our wives on their butts and breasts. Our dear "loving" wives didn't do anything to stop these disgusting acts of betrayal. We now understood why our wives had to work late and even on a couple of Saturdays per month over the last two months.
I wanted to grab my pistol and shoot them all, then take off for Mexico. Jake told me to keep cool and that we would get our cold revenge soon. I took a few deep breaths and went icy cold.
Over the next two weeks, we hired Mike Wirtz, a veteran private investigator, who had an easy time of gathering evidence. The proof was overwhelming that Jake and I were cucks. Jake did ask about why the girls were using the gift cards. The investigator said that Remington gave the cards to Naomi and Livy so that they could pay for the rooms as he didn't want to be seen on security camera paying for the motel rooms and for special services rewards.
Their boss had a post-nuptial agreement due to an affair a couple of years ago. If he got caught cheating again, he would be on the losing end of a 75%-25% split and the wife would get full custody of their three kids. The last reason for the gift cards was as "rewards" for their work performance. It sounded more like a payment from a John to a prostitute.
After the meeting, we went to Dooley's Bar and Grill to plan Operation Burn The Ho's. Mike also told us that Remington had planned a cover story of a company retreat in Colorado Springs, but the actual trip would be on a Caribbean cruise with the four in attendance. We decided that the operation would commence the night before the trip.
"Hey, Bros before Hoes," Jake said as he raised his beer mug to me.
"Amen to that, Bro," I said as I raised my mug too.
With 5:59 minutes left in the game, two significant things happened to us. Notre Dame had just gotten a big play, and my cell phone rang with the caller I.D. saying it was Livy.
"The Irish have the ball 3
rd
and 12 on their own 28 yard line. It's a run up the middle!"
RING!
"He's down at the USC 31 yard line! On 3
rd
and long, the Irish coach calls an old Trap Play that ends up going for a 41 yard run. That was a risky play that worked out!"
RING!
I jump out of my seat shouting "Go Irish!" while my buddy just throws me a little smile.
RING!
"WHAT?" I shout into the phone.
"CHARLES, YOU ASSHOLE! You put dog shit in our suitcases!" Livy screams at me.
"That's not true. I may have scooped the dog poop yesterday, but it was Jake who put it in you and Naomi's bags! So blame him for all the stinky, poopy Victoria Secret sex wear that your boss bought you for the conference in Colorado, but it was really in the Caribbean. Your boss may not like having to fuck you while you're wearing stenchy night wear," I said in a snarky tone.
I nod to Jake. There was long silence except for the game announcer.
Jake is texting "Do It!" to our accountant Felix whose wife Darlene happens to be a justice of the peace. Felix and Darlene always wanted a Caribbean cruise, so Jake and I offered to chip in and pay for the cruise tickets provided they serve the divorce papers and lawsuit papers. They were also to take any incriminating video and pictures.
"On 2
nd
and Ten, the Irish drop back to pass. He scrambles out of the pocket on and hits Smith at the Trojan 18 yard line."
"You know!" Livy says quietly.
"Sure do, slut! Oh, by the way, you and your fellow slut don't have any clothes except for what you're wearing. We husbands tore up everything in the bags including underwear. I guess you won't be making any fashion statements on the trip," I said with a chuckle since the two wives were fashionistas.
