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2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note
: Warning, warning, warning... cheating husband ahead. You may not like how it ends. You have been warned. Also, you can dial the cell phone number all you want, it's a fake phone number that will never be in service ever. No 555 number ever is.
What The Hell\Dig Your Grave Deeper
Robert and I, I'm Carol, Carol Koslowski, have been married for ten years, come this June. We have had a happy life. We met in our third year of college. We didn't start to date until a month after we met. Then it was only an occasional date. By the summer break of our third year, we were having sex together regularly. We hadn't pledged our undying love to each other yet but, we were both looking forward to seeing each other after the summer break.
That summer at home, although nice to be home, was a lonely time for me. In my heart, I had pledged to be true to Bob. Whether he was or not didn't bother me, as we hadn't promised each other to be exclusive. I did go out on a couple of dates during the summer but, never went all the way with them. I did suck them off and even that made me feel guilty. I was so ashamed that I didn't go out with anyone more than twice. Bob and I did talk on the phone a lot. He actually didn't live all that far from me. I lived in Chicago and him in Indianapolis. It was only a six-hour drive but, neither of us had our own cars or the money to get a hotel room to enjoy each other.
Going back to school made me so happy. Bob and I would once again be together. That first day back, we met up in the quad. We mashed our lips together, hard. We stood there kissing for the longest time. For the rest of the year, we were exclusive. We talked about being only with each other. I was so happy. Shortly, after graduation, Bob asked me to marry him. He had moved to Chicago to get a job. His major was in marketing, mine was in English. I got a job at a local high school teaching English. We were now living together in his small apartment near where I worked.
We were married that summer. My dad paid for everything. Yes, my parents were well off. They even paid for our honeymoon. When we got back, they had moved us out of that small apartment into a house my father owned closer to the school at which I was teaching. He had also bought us a new car. Bob took the train into downtown each morning so I got the car. My dad told me, he would sign the house over to us when we reached our fifteenth wedding anniversary.
~~~~ WTH ~~~~
I had just gotten home from doing the grocery shopping. It was Saturday mid-morning and I found it strange that Bob wasn't home. I shrugged my shoulders thinking, maybe he had to go out to get something for the project he was working on in the basement. I put the groceries away, then went into the family room to relax before I started preparing lunch. Just as I sat down the phone rang. Shaking my head, I picked up the handset next to me on the end table.
"Hello," I said
"Mrs. Koslowski?"
"Speaking. Who is this, please?"
"My name is Alex Jefferies. I'm a friend of your fathers..."
"Oh my god, did something happen to my father and mother?" I almost screamed.
"No, Mrs. Koslowski, I assure you nothing has happened to your mom and dad. But, I'm afraid I do have some bad news for you.'
"Yes," I said my heart still beating thunderously in my ears.
"Your father asked me to keep an eye on your husband..."
"My husband?"
"Yes. Evidently, the last time you spoke with your father you mentioned that he seemed to have changed. He wasn't... well never mind, you know what you told your father. Anyway, I have been watching him. And I'm afraid that right this minute, he is in room 113 of the Sleep Time Motel on Route 4 and Vulcan Road."
"And what?"
"He is in there with a Mrs. Victoria Harold. I'm so sorry to have to tell you this."
I gasped as I almost dropped the phone. Vicky was my best friend in the world. Or I should say, she used to be my best friend if what Alex said was true.
"How long have they been there?" I asked.
"About ten minutes. If you hurry, we can confront them before they are finished, if that's what you would like to do?"
"You bet. I'll be there in five minutes," I said hanging up.
I grabbed my car keys off the table and got in my car and drove in a daze to the Sleepy Time Motel. A man was standing in front of room 113. I parked a couple of room down, got out and calmly walked toward whom I suspected was Mr. Jefferies. He put his finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded as he turned and knocked on the door.
"Housekeeping," he said loudly in a feminine voice.
I could hear swearing from inside the room. When Alex heard the click of the door catch, he shouldered the door into whoever was on the other side.
"What the fuck?" someone said from the floor as the door swung wide.
Stepping aside, Alex let me go first, what I saw turned my stomach inside out. My husband was sprawled naked on the floor. Vicky was lying naked in bed, her eyes wide with terror. Bob was trying as best he as could to slide backward across the carpet, his eyes were wide with fear. A flash from a camera distracted me. Looking around, I saw Alex with his phone out, taking picture after picture of both Bob and Vicky.
"What the hell!" I yelled turning back to Bob and Vicky. "Video, Alex!"
"Gotcha," Alex replied.
"You fucking dumb ass, get your ass up and sit on the bed with your whore," I screamed at my soon to be ex-husband.
Bob almost levitated from the floor and was now sitting on the bed. I stood there looking at the poor excuse of a man I had married. I walked over to the bed, looked down at Bob and slapped him as hard as I could. I stood there thinking I had broken my hand when Vicky was up and in my face. I punched her in the nose. I guess I hadn't broken my hand on that asshole of a husband of mine. Blood was gushing from her nose.
"Let me explain," Bob groaned trying to help Vicky stop the flow of blood.
"So, you can explain this? You can explain you're cheating on me with the slut on the bed who used to be my best friend? Okay, go ahead. Dig your grave deeper," I shouted looking down at him.
"Carol it was..."
"Just shut up, Bob, you'll only make things worse," Vicky said head-slapping Bob as she held a pillowcase to her bleeding nose.
"As of now, you don't live with me anymore. Call me tomorrow to come get your clothes. You might as well just keep this sleazy room. As for you, bitch, don't ever talk to me again. Alex, let's go."
"Wait a minute who's Alex?" Bob asked scowling at me.
"None of your fucking business, anymore," I shouted over my shoulder.
Alex backed out after me, still videoing the two lovers. He closed the door after he was out. He turned to me shutting off the video.
"What now, ma'am?" he asked.
"You keep that video safe. I need to go to the bank before the asshole does."
"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked.
"No stay here, follow him when he leaves. Call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx, that's my cell. You can also send me that video so we have two copies."
"Will do. xxx-xxx-xxxx?"
"Yes."
I turned and went to my car. The drive to the bank only took a few minutes. I sat in front of the desk of Alan Billings he was a good friend. He was transferring money when my phone rang. It was Alex calling.
"Hello, Alex."
"He's on his way to the bank."
"That's fine, I'm done here. I do think you should come inside to escort me out though if you don't mind?"
"Happy to, I owe your father," Alex said.
We would have to talk on a later date about what and why he owes my father. Alan handed me my new debit card, a new credit card, and a new checkbook. We were shaking hands just as Bob came in and made a beeline to me. His cheek was still red with my handprint where I had struck him.
"Alan, whatever she did, undo it," demanded Bob.
"That's not possible Bob. Have a good day Carol."
"Thank you, Alan," I replied turning to leave.
Bob grabbed my shoulder turning me to face him.
"Don't you touch me," I screamed slapping him on his other cheek.
Alex was there, standing between Bob and I. Alex walked me out of the bank. Looking over my shoulder at Bob, I saw a security guard was restraining him. I shook my head and Alex followed me home. When we got there, he stayed in his car at the curb. I went down to where he parked.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'll wait here to see if Bob shows up."
"Nonsense, if you're going to stay, come up to the house. I'll make some coffee."
"Why thank you, Mrs. Koslowski," Alex said getting out of his car.
"Carol, Alex," I said going back up to the house.
Alex followed me into the kitchen where I made some coffee. As I was pouring two cups of coffee, there was a pounding at the front door. Alex, got up, motioning me to stay seated, went to the door, and looked through the peephole. He shook his head as he pulled the door open. Bob fell into the house, sprawled on the floor. Looking up he saw Alex standing over him. The anger on Bob's face darkened more.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" Bob asked.
"Get up Bob and get out," I said from the kitchen.
"This is my home..."
"You didn't hear the lady? If I were you, I would get your ass up and leave, quickly," Alex said.
"Alex, on second thought, let him come in here so we can talk about what he has done, to me."
Alex backed away from Bob. I looked at the way he was doing that and thought to myself, 'cop.' I don't know why I thought that but, he was cautious as he backed away from Bob. Bob slowly got up, keeping his eyes on Alex. Bob was tense, while Alex was relaxed but watchful. Both of them were about the same size, weight, and height but, I did not doubt, for an instant, that Alex could beat the shit out of Bob.
Bob slowly came into the kitchen. Alex waited until Bob was sitting at the table across from me before he moved. Bob was looking over his shoulder as Alex came into the kitchen and took a seat to my left.
"Would you like some coffee?" I asked.
"Yes, please," replied Bob rubbing his face with his hands.
I got up and poured him a cup setting it in front of him from across the table. I sat back down and took a sip of my coffee looking at Bob. I was still angry and felt betrayed by him.
"Why?" I asked. "And don't give me any bullshit answers like it was just sex."
"I didn't plan on what happened..."
"I don't care about that. I want to know why?"
Bob looked down at the table. I sipped my coffee and waited patiently.
"It just happened. We were at the same conference and things got a little out of hand. When we got back, we just kept seeing each other. I don't know why. It had nothing to do with you or us. We... we have been married a long time and things were..."
He just stopped talking.
"Were what, getting stale? Not exciting enough for you?" I almost shouted.
"No, no. We are fine. I love you. I have loved you since we met. You are the kindest and most beautiful woman I know. You would do anything I asked of you without hesitation."
"Then why Vicky? And what conference were you both at?"
"Remember a month ago, I had to go to Atlanta for four days?" Bob asked.
"You have been fucking Vicky for a month? How many times you bastard?"
"I don't know, about 10 or 12 times."
"Was she better than me? Did she do things I wouldn't?"
"No, no, nothing like that. It was just different and..."
