The universe was unfolding according to plan. Every choice I made in my life seemed to be the right one. I was known as 'Lucky Les'... little did I know, that would soon change to 'Luckless'.
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The love of my life was my 35 year old wife Casey, 5'7", 130 pounds, all woman. She taught math and Phys Ed in a neighborhood high school, the latter subject being responsible for her beautiful trim body. Her wedding dress still fit, albeit a bit tight across the chest. On our fifteenth wedding anniversary, she wore it so we could fantasize our wedding night. We drank a magnum of champagne and made love for hours.
Our twin girls, Melanie and Melissa were 14 that year. Summer holidays were soon starting and they were starting high school in the fall. Both were the spitting image of their mother; auburn hair, green eyes, and beautiful facial features. Their bodies hadn't yet filled out but they showed the same promise of their mother's gorgeous figure. Thank God, they don't have the physical attributes of their father. In fact, people were always surprised when I was introduced. To be kind, they said I had a 'rugged' face.
Our early sex life was nothing short of fantastic. After the twins, we tried for more children, but two miscarriages later, we gave up. There were some serious problems with her womb and after some long discussion, we agreed she should have a hysterectomy. It had a side benefit for her, ovulating was a nuisance for a woman teaching physical education. Our sex life was still great, though less frequent, particularly since I was travelling a lot more.
I was the chief contract negotiator for our company and handled the major contracts, both foreign and domestic. My physique helped at times. Being 6'2" and 210 pounds of mostly muscle, I could be intimidating, though this was not my usual style. One has to be reasonable, otherwise it's too difficult for repeat negotiations.
In my absence, Tony handled the smaller contracts and since he had a small research staff, he was my 'go to' guy when I need more info on specific companies.
In the last week of June, I arrived home on a Monday from the Pac Rim after a grueling week of negotiations. Tony was handling a small contract and was having trouble. He had a room rented at the AIRPORT INN and picked me up when I landed. We reviewed the contract, our margins were too small, so I pointed out a few areas where we could pick up some money.
I was surprised when we met their negotiators in one of the hotel board rooms. They had an 'attack team' of seven people, four men and three women, a bit of overkill for a contract that only grossed a couple of mil. These people were real nit-pickers and could spend hours on one small point. We finally called a halt and postponed until the next Monday. They had more negotiations with some other companies in town.
That evening, the three women went shopping and of course, the four men wanted to go out to a girly bar. RANDY'S is a classy strip club about ten blocks from the airport. The club was all too familiar to me, many of our post negotiations ended there. In fact, I was familiar to the management and most of the women 'hostesses'.
The drinks started coming from somewhere and then an unfamiliar naked woman sat down on me for a lap dance. No big deal, this too had happened before, but this one unzipped my pants and stuck her hand in to grab my hardening cock. Before I knew what was happening, she fished it out, lifted her ass, and was about to impale herself on me. I quickly pushed her off.
"Sorry, honey, this belongs to my wife." I said, buttoning up my jacket to hide my erection. Finishing my drink, I headed home, leaving Tony to look after them.
Casey was working on a math lesson on the dining room table.
"Wanna have a shower with me?" my erection poked into her belly as I speared my tongue into her mouth.
"No," she giggled, "I'll be up in a few minutes, keep him ready for me."
I walked out of the shower erect, I had been dreaming of Casey for over a week. I warned my hard-on to go away or I would beat him. He wouldn't, so I reached down and choked him. I grabbed him by the neck and squeezed until his head swelled up and turned purple. "Take that, you jerk."
I never heard Casey come in until she knelt down in front of me and licked her lips.
"Mmmmm, how nice of you to hold him for me. Careful, you're hurting him." He stared out at her with a tear in his one eye, looking for sympathy.
"There, there, little man," she stroked him gently, "Mommy's here now, mommy will give you a little kiss and make it all better..."
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, Gaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwddd" I screamed.
She just smiled and licked off the leftovers. "That was a pretty good load, Les." An hour later, we crawled under the covers. She had a big smile on her face when we finally went to sleep. God, I didn't just love this woman, I adored her.
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That Tuesday, when I came home after work, I found her crying. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't answer. The next two nights were the same, no sex either.
On Friday evening, I watched Casey come downstairs from our bedroom. She was dressed to the nines, wearing a knee length cream colored brocade dress, with a mid calf slit up one side, matching four inch strap-on heels and taupe stockings. She looked absolutely stunning.
"Are we going out?" I asked.
"Not you," she replied.
"Girl's night out?" I asked.
"No, I'm going out to get my pussy done," she threw two pictures over her shoulder and walked out the door to a waiting cab.
I was standing in the doorway, immobilized by shock. "WH... WHAT?" Before I could react, the cab pulled away.
Naw... this was some kind of joke, she was pissed at me for something. Still, this was very uncharacteristic behavior for Casey. Something had been bothering her since Tuesday and she wouldn't talk to me about it.
I stepped back in and had a look at the pictures. One showed me with my cock ready to enter that lap dance bitch on Monday. I knew it hadn't happened. In fact, in all the years of our marriage, I had never been unfaithful to Casey, she meant too much to me.
I phoned a few of our haunts, but no one had seen her. I had no idea where she went, so I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, took a large swig and sat down on the couch to think.
The pictures had been taken Monday night and her peculiar behavior started on Tuesday. That meant they were either delivered by hand or were sent by courier. Trash pickup was on Monday morning, so the courier envelope would still be around somewhere. I searched the garbage and sure enough, I found it. The originating address was the AIRPORT INN, from a Mr. Smith.
New questions began to emerge. Who ordered the lap dancer, who took the pictures and what was the motivation? The only ones I recognized at RANDY'S were Tony and the negotiators. I took another large swig and looked at the pictures again. I remembered Tony on my right side and the pictures were taken from my left. One of the negotiators was on that side, but I didn't recall anyone with a camera. Of course, miniature cameras are easily concealed nowadays.
I had another drink and looked at them again. They were numbered in sequence, one and two. The first showed the bimbo poised above my cock and the second one showed her sitting in my crotch, the implication being that I was inside of her. But on closer scrutiny, my zipper was undone in the first picture and was done up in the second. The sequence had been deliberately reversed.
I tried to call Tony, but his cell was turned off. I drank some more and half way through the bottle, I passed out on the couch. I didn't hear Casey come home.
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In the morning, I arose before 7AM and drank what seemed like a gallon of water, then headed upstairs to our bedroom for a shower. "She would never do that," I laughed to myself on my way upstairs. I could explain this crap and had enough witnesses to prove it.
When I entered the bedroom, the place smelled like gin and dead fish. Casey was sprawled on her back, naked, snoring, legs spread apart, cum leaking out of her very red pussy and asshole, her body covered with bruises, bites, and scratches. I ran for the bathroom and upchucked.
When I came out, she was awake, "Why?" I had tears in my eyes.
She was both angry and still drunk. "You know why, I finally got proof of your infidelity... God, those cocks were good."
"Cocks?"
"Yes, I was in the back of a van, and they kept coming and coming. I lost count of how many there were, but there must have been at least forty. I think I fucked everyone in that bar. I was so tingly last night, I slept with their cum inside me... but you know something? Yours is still the biggest cock I've ever had, you should be proud. Why don't you come over here and stick it into me."
I was openly crying now at her revelations, "Oh God, Casey, how could you have done this?"
She was still defiant. "Fuck you, Les, quit crying like a baby, I know you've had lots of cunt on the road, the lipstick on your shirts, the scratches on your back, you even had a hicky on your neck. I finally had enough and decided to even things up."
I had never in all of our marriage, heard her talk like that. This was infidelity and she was treating it like I spilled a bag of garbage on the kitchen floor.
I regained my composure. "The 'hicky' was a spider bite I got in South America, the scratch marks were from brambles and thorns while hunting pheasant with a client in Canada, the lipstick marks can never be avoided. Everywhere I visit, the locals take me to their night clubs to show off the beautiful women of their country... But I have never, ever, been unfaithful to you, not once in over fifteen years. I've loved you so much, Casey, I could never do that to you."
"Yeah, sure, what about that bitch in the pictures sitting on your cock?"
"She was a lap dancer and it never happened, I pushed her off before she could get me to penetrate her. I can get any number of witnesses to confirm it... I've never given any of these things a second thought. I thought we trusted each other. If these things bothered you, why couldn't you talk to me about it?"
