Way Over the Line...

WTF? What's going on here? Why am I strapped down in this chair? Fuck my head is fuzzy. Why does my face feel cold and sticky? The room smells like sex, where am I? Shit, it looks like my guest room. Where's my wife? Where's Doreen?

I'm 41 and married to the most beautiful woman I know. Course she's very high maintenance, daddy's little angel you know? I met her my senior year in college and we really hit it off. So much so she informed me I was the one on our 5th date. I swear she started planning the wedding that night. 9 months later, 60k of her dad's cash, 500 guests and a church as big as a cathedral and we were married. We had a great honeymoon, again on dad's dime, Cancun was great.

18 years down the road and 3 kids later we were still in love. At least I was still in love. Present circumstances made me question how in love Dor was.

I went to work for my father in law Mike right after we got back from Cancun. I got the speech from him that just because I married the owner's daughter I couldn't expect a leg up in the company. "You're gonna have to work harder than anyone else around here just be treated the same." He meant it. Every shit job that came along was mine. Every near impossible task, every screw up needing fixing, every hard call, all mine. Need a contract saved? send Steve. Joe Fuckatelli screwed things up? Here comes Steve to fix it. Someone has to stay and work late? Give it to Stevie boy. Weekends? Steve. Holidays away from home? Steve's your man. I worked more hours than anyone else and I was paid 20% less for it. Every time I bitched I got told: "someday you'll be running this place and I don't want anyone to say you didn't earn it Stevie boy." Did I mention I hate being called Stevie boy?

Fuck these zip ties are digging into my arms and ankles, WTF is going on?

There are 3 fuckheads at work who have tried to make my life hard practically since the day I started, Doug, Bill, and John. They all come from the same social circle my Dor did. Went to the same private school, hell she dated each of them before she met me. At least 2/3's of the issues I dealt with day to day originated with these asshats. Mike told me "one of these days you'll be in a position to fix their issues. Just be patient." These guys and their wives were in Dor's circle of friends. I always felt like I was nothing more than her +1. Last thing I remember, Dor and I were hosting a BBQ and our kids were at Mike and stepmother in law number 3's. I was tending the grill and Dor brought me a drink. I got dizzy and I sat down, next thing I know I'm in this damn chair.

The last couple months Dor has been hinting about "spicing things up", my reaction to her suggesting adding another guy or a couple was not no, but hell no. Looks like she didn't listen. She doesn't know yet it but the shit is really gonna hit the fan for this one. She thinks she's covered by the prenup but drugging me is gonna cost her and her playmate big time. Plus since her hinting around I figured there was a skunk in the woodpile so I had the place wired for sight and sound. My system could hear a cricket fart and its recorded off-site in the cloud thingy. I'm not a techy and don't claim to be one but I know several who owe me big time.

I'm starting to be a whole lot less fuzzy when Doug sticks his head in the room. "Hey, Stevie boy! Looks like you're waking up at last. Let me go see if Bill and John are done

spit roasting Dory so she can come and tell you how things are gonna be." She didn't show for another 10 minutes and she hadn't bothered to clean the goo out of her hair.

"Steve I know you're mad as hell, but here's the deal, while you were out cold we made a tape of the guys mouth fucking you. The sticky shit all over your face is what they left behind. You either toe the mark or not only will I divorce you and rape your ass in court but I'll get daddy to fire you and we'll release the tape we made on the internet to everyone you know. You think about it and I'll let you out of the chair once the others have left. Don't struggle too much cause the zip ties might leave a mark or two."

I don't know how I managed to keep my mouth shut but I was seeing red at that point. Once she finished her little speech she flounced out of the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door as she left. I waited maybe 5 minutes to get my breathing under control and I started thrashing a bit trying to get the chair over to my pants laying on the floor. I took another 15 minutes or so per the digital clock by the bed to get where I wanted to be. I've always carried a utility knife of some sort in the left front pocket of any pants I was wearing. I was about to find out if they had left it behind. I tipped the chair over and a few minutes later I had my razor knife. A few seconds and 3 cuts that required stitches and my right hand was free. Less than a minute later I was free of the chair. I tossed my pants on, found my shirt, and made a call to 911 with my cell. Told the operator that my wife had drugged me so she could have a wild sex party before she and her friends came back to finish me off. I also told the operator they had face fucked me while I was unconscious and tied down in a chair and that I was in fear for my life. I might have mentioned I was barricading myself in the guest bedroom and was arming myself as best I could because I was in fear for my life. I also told them I was bleeding from cuts on my wrist and that I needed medical attention.

I bet it wasn't 10 minutes before what seemed like every cop in town was kicking in the front door. Mind you being the only non-cop in my immediate family probably helped. it never hurts to be related to the chief (my dad), a supervising sergeant (my sister) and the senior training officer (little brother). They played it by the book. Everyone including me was taken into custody. I was the only one of the 8 people detained who left the house wearing clothes, Dor and her playmates all left necked. Tapes and recording devices were taken as evidence, my wrist got stitches at the ER and samples of the mess on my face and in my hair taken. Come morning I was the only one getting a ride home. the others including Dor were charged with everything that could be thought of from possession of controlled substances and kidnapping to 1st deg crim sex and the use of drugs to facilitate a sex crime to conspiracy to commit all of the above. I got a lawyer right after I retrieved my kids. They were full of questions and right in front of grandpa dearest I told them what mommy had been up to. He turned purple and I thought he was gonna have a stroke. He then started calling me a liar. At that point, I and the kids left for home. We made one stop on the way to see my sister in law who practiced family law. (Little brother married up). I gave her access to the security account and she told me we had to give copies of it to the PD. You'd think I knew better than to withhold evidence, guess I was shook up pretty good.

it took 3 days for the group of 7 to be arraigned and have bails set. A cool million each. The only one who made bail was Doreen. I used the 3 days to take a leave of absence from work, file an order for protection on Doreen for me and the kids and have a nice sit down with Mike.

Now all during my marriage, Mike and Doreen drove the train. Any time I got what they thought was out of line I'd get a copy of the prenup shoved under my nose. Mike was trying to pull that stunt again. This time it didn't play. I basically told Mike that the prenup was gone forevermore if he didn't want Doreen to be 80 plus when she got out of prison. I also told him that he was going to retire in 6 months and I was going to head the company. If he agreed to my demands I'd have a word with my dad about cutting Doreen a deal if she'd testify against the other 6.

It galled him to no end but he caved to save his baby. So 6 weeks later Mike, Doreen and her attorney met with me and Yvonne (my sister-in-law/attorney). She signed the dissolution of marriage agreement on my terms. Basically she got jack shit. In between, she must have called a hundred times, the whole "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, it was only sex, I was just trying to spice things up", the same old BS. I made sure the visitation with the kids was short, far between and supervised and I had zero intention of ever changing that.

Once Mike was gone as CEO I made some changes. Most were good, some not so good. Doreen and the others were sentenced at about the same time. Doreen got a year and a day and a decade of probation. The other 6 got anywhere between 20 and 75 years each.

I felt the worst for our kids, they hated their mom for a long time for what she'd done. They did however eventually forgive her and need her back in their lives. The second group I felt bad for was the 8 kids left behind by the other 6. I felt bad enough that I discreetly made inquiries about them. Their folks came from money and they ended up with family with money. Too bad their parents went to prison but they deserved it.

10 years down the line Mike had a massive heart attack while cheating on stepmom IV. He didn't make it, at least he died doing what he loved (cheating on his spouse). Doreen inherited his shares that I had been voting by proxy this whole time. The first thing she did was pull the proxy. I figured I was going to get my walking papers but instead I got a meeting. First, face to face with her alone in years. Over that decade I had dated a bit but never got serious with anyone, I had some significant trust issues and I still loved the stupid bitch.

Doreen had lived like a nun for most of that decade. I seriously doubt she had a single date. I'd know cause I used company assets to keep an eye on her. About a year after she got out of lockup I backed off the supervised visitation and gave her more access to the kids. When Mary (our oldest) graduated I was even civil to Doreen. Each major family event I was at with her we were friendlier than the one before. I still wouldn't take a drink from her hand.

Mary was going to get married about 6 weeks from our meeting. Doreen's proposition was shocking. She wanted us to start dating again. I told her she was flat out nuts. She laid out her proposal and added the leverage that I'd get to keep my job. The last thing she said was the hardest, "would you be happier with me or without me?" Hellava thing that. It got me to thinking. I'd been stupid happy till she went off the rails. Since then not nearly so much. 3 weeks out from the wedding I met her for lunch. what her conversation boiled down to was "what's it going to be?" Damned if I didn't agree to start seeing her again.

Did I trust her? Not on your life. Once burned twice shy and all. I might never trust her again. But I was over 50 and I wanted some of the joy I'd once had back. So I figure I'm being completely selfish in seeing Doreen. She's way more eager to please now than ever before but you know I won't go to a BBQ with her and I always pore and get my own damn drinks.