Alex's Story: the Betrayal

Chapter 01 - The Betrayal

All characters are 18 or over, as far as sexual situations are concerned. This is the complete first chapter of Alex's Story. I have to admit that being new to this I should have waited and posted the complete story at one time, I'm sorry I got to eager. I decided that after Literotica didn't link both parts that I wanted to make it easier for all my current and future readers. I have added here and there because when I went back over it I couldn't stop fiddling. Please leave comments on the story as I am working on chapter 2 and as the story has grown beyond the simple concept I started with, some suggestions may help out. *This is what you might call a spoiler, there is part of the story that might seem confusing, it was completely intentional.*

I would like to thank soul71 for his patience and help.

*The First Care Clinic*

Alex Maxwell, a reasonably healthy twenty-five-year-old construction worker, the reasonably healthy part was that he now sat on the examination table in the First Care Clinic, with what he guessed was a broken hand, trying to wait patiently, but was failing miserably. A cute little brunette nurse, named Jamie, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, came in with a gown. She paused just a moment when her eyes landed on him, and then a smile lit her face. Helping him get out of his t-shirt, with no more pain than he already felt, he just couldn't bring himself to let her cut the shirt off.

"You'll need to strip to your underwear," she told him with a big smile. Her eyes ran over his bare chest and arms. "Or less," Jamie purred, her smile turn to a leer. "And, I would be more than happy to help."

"I don't, think so," Alex said, shaking his head. "Not for a broken hand."

She leaned against the door. Her back arched, she drew a deep breath, expanding the size of those hidden orbs. Two points strained to push through the blue fabric of her scrubs. Jamie wiggled her shoulders ever so slightly, making those globes dance in front of the wicked grin that spread across her face. "Are you sure?" she asked, her smile turning to a pouty frown.

"Besides," Alex said. "After this morning I'm afraid of what my underwear might look like."

Jamie giggled at his joke and winked, her blue eyes sparkling, she turned to open the door. Looking back over her shoulder quizzically, she scampered out.

Moments later, she returned, with a broad smile. "The doctor wants me to take you to x-ray," Jamie beamed. "Please, follow me, Al... Mr. Maxwell?"

"I'm Married, you know?" Alex asked getting up from the table, to follow her.

"Though lately, I've been beginning to wonder."

All he could think about was nurse Jamie bent over the examination table, pants around her ankles and his hard cock poised to....

"I am so going to burn in hell,"

he thought to himself.

She sighed, "I'm just trying to show you, what you're missing out on," she said, melodramatically. "And," Jamie said mischievously, "You're not wearing a wedding ring, now," giving him a "Cheshire Cat" smile over her shoulder. She turned, walking ahead of Alex, swinging her hips alluringly as she led him to x-ray.

Despite the pain, Alex had to laugh. And laugh he did, all the way to the x-ray machine, until they gave him a shield to hold over his crotch.

"What's the shield for?" Alex asked.

"It's to protect the family jewels," stated the technician matter-of-factly. "You do want children some day, don't you?"

Alex stopped laughing.

Later, Alex scowled, sitting there in the over washed hospital gown over his work boots and jeans. He was holding his wrist to keep his hand steady. Every time a finger twitched, a spike of pain ran up his arm. Sitting here, gave him time to think about the accident.

It was a freak accident. The freaky part was that he was getting ready to climb the ladder to the roof. There was a skittering noise from above. Then somewhere, between there and here, he remembered a lot of screaming, probably from himself when the nail gun, used to lay shingles, slammed into the hand holding the ladder rung. Only then did he hear, "Look out!" Alex didn't know it was Jeff's clumsiness, being consumed with the pain that threatened to soil his pants at the time. But, now he was waiting for the doctor to tell him what was wrong with his hand, as if he didn't already know. That's how his morning had gone, since 7:30.

"God damn noobs!" Alex fumed. "Where is that cute, little Jamie now," he thought. Thinking about the nurse help distract his anger at his co-worker.

There was a knock at the door. It swung open as the doctor, followed by the bouncing Jamie, holding a clipboard to her chest came into the room, in his hand was an x-ray. He walked over to the other side of the room. Sliding the flexible sheet under the clamps at the top of the light panel on the wall, he flicked a switch, turning it on. The doctor stroked his chin while Jamie took up a position beside Alex.

"Well, doc," he asked wincing in pain. "What's the diagnosis?"

"Mr. Maxwell," he said, taking off his glasses to use the earpiece to point at the x-ray, in a particular nasty spot. "What I'm seeing here, is fractures of the first and second metacarpals." he slowly turned to look at Alex, "in other words, you have a broken hand."

That did not come as a shock to Alex, the pain was excruciating. He thought that if he could get his good hand around Jeff's neck, the pain might go away. Probably not, but he thought he might enjoy it.

"Will I be able to play the violin when this heals." he asked through gritted teeth.

The doctor slowly turned to look at Alex. He stared at him for a moment then shook his head. "Did you play before?" the doctor asked, putting his glasses back on his face. He reminded Alex of an old college professor.

"No," Alex said. "But I was hoping."

"I don't see any hope of your skill ever improving," the doctor replied, shaking his head. He had heard this same joke numerous times before. "It's good to see, that you've kept your humor about this. I've always felt that it helps the healing process. "Now, after I set these 2 bones, Jamie will put a cast on that hand to immobilize those fingers. I'll write you a prescription for a painkiller. And," he said with emphasis, "I want you to follow the direction to the letter and don't want you getting addicted, now."

Alex dreaded his next question. "How long will I be out of work," he asked seriously.

"I think we're looking at 6 weeks," the doctor responded. Jamie put the clipboard on the examination table and reached into the pocket of her scrubs and handed the doctor a hypodermic syringe. "We need to be sure that everything heals properly."

All the humor drained out of him. There were many question Alex could have asked, and yet the one thing that sprang to his lips was, "Are you shitting me?!"

Jamie put a hand to her mouth, as the points on her chest danced with her giggles. She reached over and rubbed his back.

"I'm so going to hell,"

thought Alex as he watched, fascinated with the show.

The doctor blinked. "I assure you," he replied. "I shit you not," he paused. "I'm assuming Mr. Maxwell, that this is your first broken bone?"

Alex numbly nodded his head as he stared at the doctor. He could not for the life of him, figure out what he could possibly do for the next 6 weeks. He had always been active for as long as he could remember. After school, he knew that he didn't have the grades to go to college, so he jumped at the chance to work construction; and he was good at it. After working for a while, his supervisor, Mike, suggested he might take some night classes in business that would help out in the future, possibly in running his own company one day.

Alex's throat went dry, as the doctor unscrewed the protective cap, pulling it off the needle. He shot a small stream into the air and turned toward Alex. "Now, this won't hurt a bit,"

Alex remembered some more screaming, as the doctor set the two bones.

"Liar,"

Alex thought.

"I'm seriously going to have to throw this pair of underwear out after this."

He didn't think that was funny, at all.

Jamie rubbed his back softly. "Come with me, Mr. Maxwell," Jamie cooed. There was sympathy in her eyes. She beckoned for Alex to follow her. Her ass, in those tight scrubs, swayed sensually ahead. She looked back over her shoulder, as if she were afraid of losing him. "There's still time, if you want to change your mind."

As Jamie wrapped his hand to the middle of his forearm, Alex put a hand to his forehead, "Lord, give me strength.' He wondered how such a firm ass, could be nestled in those tight scrubs, and, could he get Elizabeth to wear some while he recuperated? "Maybe she would like to play a sexy nurse." He smiled at that thought.

The thought evaporated with how things were between them now, they had only had sexy once in the last 8 months and even then, it hadn't been Elizabeth that Alex made love and the guilt of that realization laid heavily on his conscience

"Where were you 4 years ago?" Alex asked.

"I...," she paused looking up at him sweetly. "I... was in high school." Jamie slipped the white piece of paper into the sling. "Where were you 4 years ago?"

Feeling his wedding ring in his pocket, "Signing my life away," he said sadly as he walked into the maelstrom of children that seemed to irritate Jeff Walker.

*Leaving*

Jeff Walker sat in the waiting room, trying to occupy his time, waiting for Alex, the co-worker he injured. It was his fault, the nail gun got away from him. As he was laying shingles, it bucked unexpectedly when a nail jammed and fell off the roof.

He was uncomfortable sitting here, with these kids running about. They were just getting on his last nerve, their mothers paying little attention to them. It was bad enough, going home to listen to his noisy, little rug rat, and his wife always fawning over her. He couldn't wait to get home, take a shower, and it was off to the bar, it was all you could eat wings night.

He saw Alex walking out with a nurse. She slipped a piece of paper into the sling; with what he thought was ten pounds of rock on his arm. He felt relief that he would soon be away from these noisy ankle-biters.

Alex had a scowl on his face. He made it a point to walk past Jeff. His every thought of Jeff, dealt with him having a personal meeting with "Thor", his 20oz, straight-claw hammer. "Thor" was a very, hungry hammer, after seven years on the job

"Hey. Aah, look man," Jeff looked at the cast on Alex's arm and winced. Pushing the door open they exited the clinic. They walked out the door heading toward the work truck. "I'm sorry...!"

"It's alright," Alex said. He bit back what he wanted to say. He just didn't want to hear it. "I need you to take me to the pharmacy, so I can fill a prescription, then back to the job site. After I talk to Mike, I'm gone." The pain killers seemed to be taking forever to kick in.

"How Long," Jeff asked, nodding towards the cast.

"Six weeks," he said tightly. All he could think of is what Elizabeth would say. She was forever griping about him being so tired at night. He wondered what new gripe she would come up with.

They got back to the job site at 11:30. Mike, the site boss, just shook his head. Alex was one of his most experienced workers, hiring him just out of high school. He told him to take it easy, and maybe in a few days they could use him as a supervisor, if he was feeling up to it. Before he left, Alex told Mike that, it would be a good idea to put a leash, a five-foot cord tied from the workers belt to the nail guns on the roof to keep this from ever happening again.

"That's why, you're my number one," Mike said. "Always thinking, now get out of here and get some rest. Tomorrow you'll need to go into the office and fill out an accident report."

Alex grabbed his tool belt and climbed into his GMC, dreading the drive home. After four years of marriage it seemed all she wanted to do was nag about his job over the last year. She just didn't understand how satisfying it was to see something he help build, from start to finish, and end up so beautiful. He guessed he could try to explain better, but he thought that it might make him sound like a wuss.

"Come off it, Alex,"

Elizabeth

had said. "You can find something better to do than this. You come home every day sweaty and smelling and want to cuddle up close to me, when your nothing more than 'A Day Laborer'."

"Where did she even hear that term?"

The closer he got to home the more he began to dread the idea of 6 weeks stuck in that house.

"I wasn't too tired before her attitude change."

"Liz usually comes home for lunch, hrumph,"

Alex thought.

"Maybe I could get her to make me something to eat. If not, I could warm up last night's Lasagna. She's just going to love having me home for six weeks. Of course, after a while, she'll probably be begging me to go back."

*Going Home*

Turning onto his street, Alex was glad for power steering. Driving one handed was a bitch. He slowed the truck as the pain killers were starting to take effect and it felt like he was walking through mud. Lying down was looking better and better all the time.

He spotted Mrs. Winstead, their next-door neighbor, walking her little Pomeranian, Suzy, down the sidewalk, heading to the park. She was a nice lady and he like to help her out whenever he could. She was also the neighborhood gossip, anything going on in the neighborhood, did not escape her notice. Alex waved as he passed by. He wondered at the odd look on her face.

Elizabeth's car was in the driveway. There was a car he didn't recognize in front of the house. It looked new.

"Liz must have a friend over for lunch,"

he thought.

"I'll go lie down and not bother them. I'll eat later."

He pulled to the curb on the other side of the driveway, to give Liz room to get out, when she went back to work. His keys jingled as he killed the engine. Climbing out of the truck he reached across the seat and grabbed the medicine bag, then closed, and locked the door.

Alex walked up the driveway looking at the yard. It was going to need cutting and he didn't think it could be done one handed. He thought maybe the neighbor's kid might want to make a little extra cash for the summer. Or maybe he would get Jeff to do it for free.

"No,"

Alex thought.

"Better to get the neighbor's kid. I've had enough of Jeff!"

Alex closed the door; the kitchen was empty. Elizabeth's hand bag was on the kitchen table. Nothing was pulled out to make lunch. Alex heard something, putting the medicine bag on the table; he crossed the kitchen to the hallway. It sounded like moaning and grunting. Clothes littered the hall all the way to the bedroom door. He heard muffled voices and heavy breathing coming from the bedroom. Alex shook his head trying to clear it.

"This has to be the painkillers,"

Alex thought.

"This can't be happening."

"Stop teasing me!" a familiar voice screamed. "And get on with it!" along with a slap, slap, slap of bodies slamming together.

Alex could not believe what he was hearing. He shook his head trying to clear it. Slowly he made his way to the doorway to the hall. He did not know why he did it, but, he was so stunned by what he heard, he pulled his cell phone. Punching the camera app. Alex chose video and aimed it at the clothes littering the hall; men's dress shoes, Women's high heels, a woman's dress, man's shirt, man's dress pants, a woman's bra, and right near the door women's panties.

"Tell me how much you love it, bitch!" grunted a male voice. With the sound of the headboard hitting the wall you could tell the force of the thrust was powerful.

"I love that fucking cock," Alex heard Elizabeth howl.

Inside the bedroom door a man's boxers. But the sight on the bed left him cold, and at this he now aimed the camera. Elizabeth, Alex's wife, her body naked except for her stocking clad legs. She was on her elbows and knees, ass in the air. Biting into the pillow that she gripped in her hands, her eyes squeezed shut, her breast rocking back and forth as the man behind her, Robert "Bob" Morgan; husband, father, Bank manager, and Elizabeth's boss, rammed his cock into her cunt.

"Tell me that this is the best cock you've ever had, slut!" Bob bellowed, slamming into Elizabeth's hot, wet hole, like a jackhammer. He had a death grip on her hair, while his other hand clamped on her thigh, pulling her back after each thrust.

"This can't be happening,"

Alex thought again as his mind screamed out.

"What did the doc give me?!"

He shook his head.

"This is too surreal!"

Releasing the pillow, "Oooohh... yes!" Elizabeth squealed. "You're the best, I ever had. No body compares to you," she huffed.

"Will this humiliation ever end?"

she screamed to herself. "God damn it! Just fuck my pussy and get on with it!" Grabbing the pillow again with her teeth, then buried her face in it and screamed.

"You like that big cock," Bob grunted yanking her head back. "Better than your husband's dick, isn't it!"

"Yes," Elizabeth shrieked,

"No! No! No!"

her body wracked with a convulsive orgasm. "Better, than..." she stopped, "

No! No! No!"

she fought against those words.

"Say it! Damn it!" Bob growled, pulling the fist full of hair harder making Elizabeth arch her back. He rammed his hard member to the hilt into her sopping canal. "You wanted this! Say it!" He shuttered as he emptied his seed deep in her hot box. "How stupid does a husband have to be, not to appreciate this cunt? Are you ready for me to explore that cute little pucker hole of yours?"

Elizabeth sobbed.

"Before that ever happens," Alex breathed the fog that Alex felt like he was walking through vanished with Elizabeth's last statement. He felt cold inside, four years of marriage, gone. Now he thought he understood the meaning of the term cuckold, and he didn't like the feeling. "I'm going to take a look at this cock, that's so damn great." His eyes bore into Bob. "Well, let's see it," Alex said darkly. All he felt now was boiling rage. "Bob, I waiting."

"Oh my, God!" Elizabeth gasped stunned. Her chin quivered. Her make-up was streaked with the tears that ran down her cheeks. "Alex," Elizabeth screamed coming back to herself, a look of horror on her face. "Get the fuck off me, you shit!" She pushed back hard, pushing Bob off the bed, to flop on the floor like a fish on the deck of a ship. She snatched the sheet to cover her nakedness. "What, what are you doing here? This is not, what...! Your, your hand." She froze at the look on his face.

"Not another fuckin' word," Alex whispered darkly. "And if you don't remember...this is MY FUCKIN' HOUSE!" Alex roared. Fury blazed hot behind his eyes. Each breath he took was like a fire burning in his chest. He watched Bob scramble to his feet, terror in his eyes, trying his best to cover himself. "Well, Bob," he demanded. "Let's see it. Now!"

Bob squirmed, shooting a look at Elizabeth, huddled against the head board, then back at Alex. He swallowed hard, trying desperately to figure away out.

"There are only two ways out of this room, Bob," Alex growled. "You're not going to like either one of them."

Bob's mind ran over the possibilities. Getting caught was ever present, that was the thrill of doing this. Actually, getting caught was another matter. He needed that phone. The possibilities he saw were grim.

"You've already fucked my, soon-to-be, ex-wife," Alex's voice was flat.

"No, Alex!" Elizabeth pleaded. She slid off the bed.

"I want to see what she threw away four years of marriage on," he ignored her almost emotionlessly. "So, what's the hold up? You were certainly proud of it before." Alex saw it in Bob's eyes, the look of a cornered animal. Slowly, he placed the phone back into the holster. Lowering into a crouch, he prepared himself for Bob's next move.