As my first foray with this submission to Literotica, please bear with me. Hopefully, I will progress in my endeavors to satisfy.
Temuchen
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Problems in Paradise
"Confounded though immortal: But his doom
Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain"
- Paradise Lost
Discovery...
The conveyor remained silent. Souls, weary from traveling, stared and waited for the alarm and lights to activate to warn them of the impending arrival of their luggage. I was one of those exhausted travelers of Flight 197 from New York, Jackson Daniel Smith...Jack to my friends and family.
Having finished the meeting in New York, I had just flown home to Seattle. Surprisingly, the meeting with the Eastern firm had successfully concluded a day early. I was ecstatic and looking forward to seeing my adoring wife, Kay and my two beautiful teenage daughters, Ellie and Kate.
But, before heading home I needed to stop off at my business partner's house and tell him how the meeting had gone with our new clients. I had known Scott Halliman since college, and after he married my wife's best friend, Nicky, we became partners in Pacifitech. Scott and I discovered we were both in software development for high end businesses. I had always desired to start my own business and, with Scott's contacts, formed our own company. With my software savvy and his numerous associates, it wasn't long before Pacifitech grew and became lucrative.
When I pulled up in front of his house, I was surprised to see Kay's Civic parked in front. At first, I figured Kay was visiting Nicky, Scott's wife but then remembered Nicky was in LA for a few weeks visiting her parents. Call it intuition, call it a hunch but something wasn't right. Seditious anxiety crept into my psyche, my gut reaction...to believe the worst.
Instead of approaching the front door, I decided on cloak and dagger and checked the Civics' hood finding it cool to the touch. The car has been here for some time. I deftly moved around to the back of the house. My heart pounding, I peeked into the window of Scott's living room. Nobody there. The lights were off so I couldn't see much. I didn't hear anything and, sighing with relief, decided Scott wasn't home, that maybe Nicky may have come home early and they all had gone out to dinner or something. I walked around the opposite side of the house heading back to the car when I saw a light coming from a window. As I approached, I heard noises coming from the window, sounds I didn't want to hear. Looking through the glass, I could see between slats of the drawn blinds and realize my nightmare.
It was Scott and Nicky's bedroom only it wasn't Nicky on top of Scott. Son of a fucking bitch, I thought as I peeked through the window. Straddled across his naked hips was my beautiful wife of seventeen years...my so very loving wife, the mother of my two young daughters. Kay was humping up and down for all she was worth; her eyes closed facing upward, her mouth open. Scott was leaning back against the headboard buck naked on the bed with his arms behind his head. A smirk pasted across his face, he stared at Kay bouncing up and down on his cock, her arms crossed in front of her, her hands on her breasts. I backed away from the window breathless, my stomach heaving. I never knew...I never fucking knew. How long? When? Why? Why would she betray me with my partner or soon to be ex-partner! She had always said she disliked him...or did she? Judging from the way she was fucking him, I could only imagine this had been going on for some time.
How did this happen? Kay never cared for Scott. She always believed him vulgar and insensitive and only tolerated him because of her best friend, Nicky. Before they married, Kay had done her best to convince Nicky not to marry him, she didn't trust the man. But Nicky was in love and when in love, you only listen to your heart, not your friends.
I was beyond angry, beyond pissed off, I was fucking homicidal. I wanted to kill both of them. I found myself pounding my fists into the hard ground, bits of rock and debris cutting into my knuckles. After several minutes, I was able to calm down enough to think and plan my next step. I wanted to bust in and beat the living shit out of my so-called partner but I might end up hurting Kay. Though, I now hated her, I couldn't take a chance and physically hurt her. It took everything in me to ignore that plan of action; it would just land me in jail. No...I needed to hurt them but first I needed hard evidence. Luckily, I had a camcorder in the car. Quietly sneaking away, I grabbed the camera, a Sony high def camcorder with low-light imaging. When I returned, Kay was still slamming herself down on Scott's prick but she had turned facing the window. Perfect, I thought as tears washed over my cheeks. Wiping my eyes, I started filming their sordid little tryst. Scott had his hands around Kay's slim waist while she pounded against his crotch. I smiled when I saw his pathetic little dick. Well, maybe not so little—but definitely smaller than mine, shorter and not as fat—for some reason that made me feel better. Kay still had her eyes shut, her mouth now closed. As I filmed, I noticed she didn't look like she was enjoying herself, in fact she appeared distressed. Remorse...guilt? Hah! That was likely. She was probably upset Scott wasn't filling those hard to reach places I previously occupied. Whatever the reason, I fucking cared less.
While filming, I decided to call her and yanked out my cell-phone. Moments later, she glanced at the floor, the musical tone of her phone playing. I heard Scott tell her to ignore it and was pissed when she pulled herself off his glistening cock and moved to her phone. Too fucking bad asshole!
When she looked at her phone, her empty hand flew to her mouth and she gasped.
"Jack?"
"Hi honey, are you alright?"
Her voice quivered and sounded out of breath. "Of course everything's alright...you still coming home tomorrow?"
As she spoke, Scott got off the bed and slid behind her. He reached around grabbing a naked breast stroking a nipple. His other hand glided down between her thighs and into her pussy. I heard an intake of breath and saw her try to push Scott away. He was still wearing that goddamned fucking smirk.
"What's wrong Kay? You sound funny," I innocently asked.
I watched as Kay angrily stared at Scott, Scott grinning and shrugging his shoulders, his fingers still inside her. She had her hand over the phone.
"Uh, nothing's wrong honey, I...I nearly dropped the phone and stumbled trying to catch it."
She was good. "Oh, okay... for a minute it sounded like something was wrong."
"No, sweetie...everything's good. So, when you coming home...I miss you."
"Soon," I said. "Very soon."
Now was the time..."Uh, sweetstuff...do me a favor."
"What Jack?"
"Tell Scott..." I had to pause and hold back my emotions. "Tell him the New York meeting went great and we have the contract."
Excitedly Kay replied, "That's great honey...uh...what do you mean tell Scott? I haven't seen or talked to Scott since Nicky went to LA. You know how I feel about him."
"Ohhh...I thought Nicky was back already." Through the window, I could see the confusion on her face.
"Jack, why would you think Nicky was back? What's going on?" Now, she sounded concerned.
"Well Kay, since your car is parked in front of Nicky and Scotts, I just figured she must be back. Why else would you be there? After all, I know how you feel about Scott." After I had just thrown her words back into her face, she was silent for several seconds.
Then, upset and frightened she cried, "I...uh, I...oh my god, please Jack."
In a voice completely devoid of emotion, I said, "Kay, as you probably have figured out, I'm already back from New York. I thought I'd stop by and tell Scott the good news about the trip. Imagine my surprise seeing your Civic out front. Just do me that small little favor and tell Scott about the trip...oh, and say hello to Nicky for me."
Before she could answer, I disconnected.
I stopped the camcorder and watched another few seconds before leaving. Kay had completely broken down. She knelt on the floor rocking back and forth, the phone pressed hard against her ear as she screamed my name. Scott had already dressed and started gathering Kay's garments. He had overheard the conversation and didn't waste any time. Scott knew me very well. I may be a computer geek, but I was definitely no wimp and...well, let's just say there is some personal history. When he reached for her, she violently wrenched her shoulder away from his hand shrieking not to touch her, to leave her alone. Startled, Scott jumped back. He dropped her clothes and ran from the bedroom.
I shook my head and walked away, I could still hear her screaming as I reached the car. Now came the hard part...how was I going to tell Ellie and Kate?
The Past...
No, I didn't go straight home. I should have, just to see the girls...but I needed to drown my sorrows. Or, so I thought. I found myself at my usual watering hole, Bull Dog's Lair sucking down on Boiler Makers. Mack, owner of The Lair, well...he knew me pretty well and had an idea something was amiss.
"Okay Jack, tell me what's wrong." Mack, a bull of a man in his late fifties stared down at me as I sucked down another shooter. I gazed at his meaty hands as they delicately ran a bar towel over a pilsner to clean it.
"Kay," was all I said. The anguish in my face was enough for him.
