February Sucks - A Novel Solution

By: FiftySeven_Monkeys

Author's Notes

Thanks to George Anderson for writing the original "FEBRUARY SUCKS" story it is a well-crafted story of a wife's ultimate disrespect, betrayal, and cruelty to her unsuspecting husband and the result of her betrayal. If you have not read the original story, please stop now, and read it.

Mr. Anderson has granted blanket permission for other writers to extend and re-tell the story. And many have. I recommend you read other follow-up stories (there are MANY from which to choose) but that can wait until you have read my version *wink*.

While trying to stay faithful to George's original story I have taken liberty on some of the minor details like the ages of Jim and Linda's children, Jim's occupation, and some background details. Please bear with me; The changes were necessary to make the stories flow together. I don't think any of these changes have a major impact on the overall story.

To make this story stand on its own, I am including a brief summary of George's inspiring story. (Again, read the original story as my summary does NOT do it justice!)

This is not only my first submission on Literotica. com but, the first finished work. Please be kind but honest with your criticism and suggestions. I will appreciate your suggestions and try to learn from them. If you think I should keep my writing to myself, just say so. But be warned, if you encourage me at all, I have other stories on a hard drive. I may be emboldened to finish them and share them with you.

I don't know how more experienced authors do it. I have read and re-read the story. Every time, I can't resist making minor tweaks ranging from changing a word here and there to re-writing paragraphs. Any errors you find are solely of my own making, not the monkeys. I'm sure I would have replaced them in the next reading with other errors.

This is a work of fiction and the sex scenes do NOT involve minors, but the scenes may be a bit lengthy so feel free to skip through them.

I hope you enjoy the story.

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It had been the worst February snowstorm in recent memory. Snow fell faster than the city's plows could remove it. Schools and roads had been closed for days at a time. Work from home had been encouraged where possible. Critical workers such as hospital staff and police had been sheltering at work. Effectively the city had been shut down.

To Jim and Linda's children, Emma, 13, and Tommy, 11, it was a February that would stand out in their minds for years. They had missed a total of nine days of school in February alone. While it was too cold and snowy for them to play outside for extended periods of time, they got to read, watch TV, play games, and do projects with their equally confined parents. Overall, it had been nearly three weeks of quality family time.

At long last, the weather was clear. It looked like the last week of February might somehow make up for the rest of the month.

Linda Carlisle and Jim, her husband, had plans Friday night to celebrate their missed Valentine's date with dinner and dancing at The Madison followed by an intimate night at a nearby hotel. This was a tradition established shortly after they married fifteen years ago. Linda already had a new dress for their Valentine date but had refused to let Jim even see it "until we're leaving for our date."

The plans were in place, reservations made, and a sitter for their two children lined up.

Wednesday when Linda shared their plans with her best friend Dee the plans suddenly expanded to include the four other couples, she and Jim regularly did things with. Linda knew Jim would be disappointed their intimate date had become a group outing but what could she do? Dee just took over the planning.

By the time Jim got home it was a done deal. All the other couples had agreed the celebration was a wonderful way to celebrate the end of the worst February anyone could remember. The intimate table for two at the Madison had grown to be a table for ten and the other couples also had their own hotel reservations.

Linda was right, Jim's disappointment was evident but improved slightly when Linda shared her plans. "You'll get to see my Valentine dress. We'll have dinner, dance a few dances, and spend a little time with our friends, and leave early. We'll still have plenty of time for intimacy and I got us a late checkout. I have a special surprise for you when we get back to our room."

Jim thought about the friends they were going to be spending the evening with. Jim's least favorite couple were Dee Radford and her husband Dave. Dee was Linda's best friend. She was manipulative, flirty, maybe even slutty. Jim suspected she might have cheated on Dave. Jim doubted Dave was as naive as he acted but did not know for sure if Dave was a willing cuckold or if he cheated on Dee. In any case, they were never his first choice as a couple to do things with.

Jane Miles is also a flirt and Jim suspected she would not turn down an opportunity to hop in bed with the right person. Her attention had made Jim uncomfortable more than once even though he had observed her attentions were not directed just in his direction. Her husband Phil seemed to be a bit of a pervert, especially when he has had a little too much to drink. Phil had openly propositioned each of the women in the group only to have his advances dismissed with laughter.

The "blond" in the group, Gail Nolan and her husband Bob seemed well matched. Jim was reasonably sure they had an open marriage. Only once had they raised the subject of swapping partners to the group. Jim had shut that conversation immediately by saying he believed any infidelity constituted cheating and when it came to cheating his attitude was once and done. While everyone agreed, Jim remembered Linda was the only one to express full and unreserved agreement.

Jim's favorite couple were Trisha (Trish) and Bill Easton. Jim would gladly hang around with Trish and Bill any time. They were in love with each other and acted like they honored their partner and their marriage. In fact, Jim could not understand why Trish even hung around with the rest of the women.

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Friday Afternoon

Jim took off early. The plan was for him to take Emma and Tommy to his brother's house for a sleepover, pack for the night, get his shower, and get dressed before Linda got home. He would then spend an hour or so cooling his heels in the family room. Jim had never understood why after spending a couple of hours at a beauty parlor, it still took Linda an hour or two to "get ready."

Linda arrived just as Jim was getting out of the shower and immediately bundled him and everything he needed to get dressed into Tommy's room.

Linda packed quickly into the half empty suitcase Jim had packed for himself. Clothes for coming home tomorrow, a brand-new set of lingerie for later that night, and minimal grooming and makeup items did not even come close to filling the suitcase. "No sense packing anything else. I expect to be naked most of the time we're in the hotel" she told herself. She added a towel to keep things from shifting around.

Linda laid out the lingerie, dress, and shoes she was wearing tonight on the bed. Before starting to dress she admired herself in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. Staring back at her was a woman in her mid-thirties that looked closer to 30. Yes, there was a little weight showing here and there. Her C sized breasts were still firm and beautifully shaped. Thinking about her plans for Jim later tonight, Linda ran her hands over her nipples, and they began to make themselves known.

Her pussy was still a little red from the waxing this afternoon, but the pain had subsided. Linda ran one hand down her abdomen, cupping her pussy and running her middle finger along the seam and between the lips. Even though the smoothness felt new and good she made herself stop or they would never make it to dinner.

The light blue, barely there, lace thong was the first thing she put on. She knew Jim would love it as she glanced in the mirror. She smiled at the thought that would make the night even hotter.

Then came the black hold-up stockings, the wide lace tops almost reaching her crotch. The bands at the top were tight enough Linda knew she did not have to worry about them sliding down, a good thing since she was not planning to wear a garter belt.

The electric blue dress was shiny satin-like material. It was so smooth it almost felt slippery. The front of the dress consisted of two barely wide enough straps ascending from the waist to tie behind her neck. The straps were nearly skintight, revealing a lot of cleavage and even some side-boob. The back, well there really wasn't a back. There were slits over each leg starting just below the waist. The length provided the only semblance of modesty by extending to just above her ankles.

Linda had planned to use a pair of silicone nipple covers to make sure her nipples didn't show through the front of the dress. But she realized the covers would be even more obvious than her nipples and would have attracted more attention to her bare breasts, so the nipple covers were given the night off.

With a final look at the mirror, a spritz of Jim's favorite perfume, and minor adjustments to her hair and makeup Linda took a deep breath, turned, and opened the door.

**********

As usual, Jim had positioned himself where he could enjoy the big reveal as Linda descended the stairs. This was another tradition of their Valentine date night Jim really enjoyed. Jim knew his wife was beautiful whether she was dressed to work in the yard or go out for a night of dinner and dancing. But somehow, she always managed to find that little extra for their special Valentine date night. And tonight was no exception!

Jim was convinced a goddess descended the stairs. He did not know how she did it, but she looked more gorgeous than he could ever remember, except for when she walked down the aisle to him fifteen years ago.

She made it all the way to the foot of the stairs before Jim found his voice. "You are more beautiful and sexier than I've ever seen you. Let's forget about going out and stay in so I can dine on you."

"Thanks. You are looking pretty good yourself. But you know if we don't show up, we'd never hear the end of it."

"That's ok. I'm not sure I want to share you with other people tonight. Especially looking as good as you do."

"Just remember we'll make an early evening of it and be back in our room as soon as possible. Now run up, grab the suitcase, and help me on with my coat."

**********

Checking in at the hotel, they left the suitcase in the room and freshened up before departing for the Madison.

Just as the door closed on the departing couple Linda remembered. "Hold on, I forgot something. Wait here." She ducked into the room and was back out in a flash.

"OK, off to dinner."

They left the hotel holding hands and talking about things loving couples talk about when they have time to themselves without their children.

**********

After checking their coats at the Madison, they were shown to their table. The other couples were already there and had ordered drinks. The waiter showed up promptly to take their drink order, giving everyone time to consult the dinner menu.

Drinks were delivered. Dinner was ordered, delivered, and eaten. Most of the conversation was centered on the recent weather and stories of storm survival. Other topics covered included what was happening at work, what the children were up to, normal adult friends' stuff.

The band was setting up as their waiter cleared the table and took orders for additional drinks.

The band was playing their opening set and a few couples were out on the dance floor when Phil turned to Linda. "Linda, you are looking better tonight than I think I've ever seen you. Would you join me for a dance?"

Before Jim had a chance to bristle, Linda responded. "Thanks Phil, this is a special night for Jim and me. I'll be doing all my dancing with Jim."

Smiling Jim added holding out his hand "In that case, may I have this dance?"

Beaming, Linda took his hand. Jim led her onto the floor.

Several songs later, Jim and Linda returned to their table. Three couples were out on the dance floor Leaving Gail and Bob talking at the table. Linda asked Gail to go with her to the restroom, leaving Jim and Bob to talk.

Before Gail and Linda returned the band announced they were taking a fifteen-minute break and all the dancers headed for their tables or the restrooms.

"We timed that right, didn't we" Linda said as she and Gail joined everyone at the table. Linda moved her chair closer to Jim and grabbed his hand pulling it under the table. She pressed a small bit of fabric into Jim's hand as she turned to kiss him passionately. The kiss lasted long enough for everyone at the table to suggest they get a room.

Jim understood Linda didn't want the rest of the table to know she had slipped him something and guessing / hoping he knew what it was, Jim was exploring it with his fingers. The item seemed to be a tiny bit of lace and a couple of strings. Pulling it into his lap, he looked briefly into his lap, confirming it was indeed a thong and since it felt slightly damp, he assumed it was Linda's and now the only thing she had on under her dress were her stockings. He felt his erection growing and wanted to bring the fabric to his nose for final confirmation but managed to suppress the urge, secure the thong in his pocket, and relieve some of the pressure in his pants.

Halfway through the band's break another large party was escorted to a couple of tables on the other side of the room. A wave of whispers made it across the room announcing the new party was Marc LaValliere and a group of local football players.

Jim was surprised at the reaction spreading throughout the room. Everyone seemed to be excited, especially the women. Sure, he is famous, more than just locally. He was big, muscular, confident, and well dressed. You could hardly watch the news a week, even during the off-season without hearing his name mentioned. So, Jim had to admit he could appreciate why Marc would be attractive to women and why there was a stir circling the room.

The band was getting ready to start the second set when Marc wandered over to the band, greeting them like old friends. Marc continued around the room greeting people.

The band started playing and people at other tables were getting up to fill the dance floor.

Linda was still holding onto Jim's hand under the table when she announced "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm a bit tired. Jim, what do you say we call it a night?"

A collective gasp escaped from Jim and Linda's table of friends. Everyone was staring at something behind Linda and Jim. Jim turned to realize Marc was standing right behind him, looking down at Linda holding out his enormous hand. "Pardon me. You are the most beautiful lady here. May I have a dance with you?"

Linda froze for less than a second, dropped Jim's hand, turned toward Marc, gave him her hand, and rose. Jim tried to push his chair back so he could get up and confront Marc only to realize Marc had positioned himself to block such a move. Then they were gone. There was nothing Jim could do that would not have caused a scene.

Of course, Phil had to make a remark about Linda only dancing with Jim and guessing that it was only until something better came along. That garnered him a very sharp punch in the ribs from Jane, his wife.

Jim started to go interrupt them, but Dee spoke up. "Jim, it's only a dance. One she'll be able to brag about for years. She'll be back in a few minutes and you two can leave for your night of passion."

Jim understood nothing good would come from interrupting the dance and like Dee said it was just one dance. But then it was a second dance, a slow one and no Linda. The third dance, another slow one, was about halfway through when Jim spotted the couple heading off the dance floor. They spoke briefly before each heading to their own table.

Jim started to cool down when he noticed Linda's smile, she was radiant. She looked as happy as he had ever seen her. Then when their eyes met, the smile faded, as did her radiance. Something was wrong, Jim knew it instantly. He didn't know what was wrong, but he knew he had to be alert.

Jim noticed Linda catch Dee's eye, nothing else. He wouldn't have noticed if not on full alert but now he recognized it as if Linda were screaming it for everyone to hear.

As soon as Linda reached the table, Dee jumped up and announced "I've got to run to the restroom. Linda, I bet you could use a bit of freshening too." And they were off to the restroom.

Jim noticed Marc closing out his tab and heading toward the coat room. He excused himself from the table saying "I think we could use another couple of drinks. I should have plenty of time before they get back."

A couple of Marc's teammates intercepted Jim as he neared the bar.

The larger started "You're not planning on causing any problem are you?"

Without pausing Jim replied "Depends. I'm just going to get my coat and leave. What do you have in mind?"

Jim waved to two bouncers standing beside the bar. They waved back looking a little confused.

To Jim's relief Marc's teammates turned back toward their table apparently deciding that helping Marc score could be a career ending move if it ended in a public brawl with the bouncers.

After a brief argument with the coat check girl, Marc turned and left through the back door without Linda's coat.

Jim made it to the back door, peaked out, spotted Marc, and spotted a somewhat protected area where he could wait without being spotted. It looked like Marc was standing there waiting for his car to be brought around. Linda was nowhere in sight. Jim's feelings soared. Had he been mistaken all along?

Jim began to suspect he had read something wrong and jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Jim was still standing in his protected spot when a red Ferrari pulled up to the curb. The attendant jumped out, ran around the car, and handed the key to Marc. But Marc did not appear to be in any hurry to leave, visiting instead with the attendant.

Jim's mind immediately jumped to the conclusion Marc was waiting for someone and Jim understood, with certainty, for whom Marc was waiting.

Sure enough, the door opened and out stepped Linda. Without looking around she shivered as she walked down the walkway to join Marc beside the car.

"You weren't able to get my coat?"

"No, the little bitch in the coat room wouldn't let me get it without the ticket."

"Well, I guess I'll have to go without since I certainly can't go back in there and ask Jim for the ticket."

Hearing Marc's complaint, the attendant spoke up "Mr. LaValliere, give me minute I should be able to run in there and get the lady's coat for you."

"Thanks. I would really appreciate that. It seems to have turned much colder than when we arrived a few hours ago."

**********

While waiting for the attendant to return with her coat, Linda reflected on her dances with Marc, the powerful charismatic man and his soft words offering her a night of pleasure the likes of which she had never even dreamed. She had fallen completely under Marc's spell. When he had asked her to leave with him, she looked up into his eyes whispering a simple "Yes." Marc told her how they would make it happen and Linda readily agreed.

Now, outside in the cold air, Marc needed more, he needed to feed the beast within him, the beast craved the complete surrender of a faithful wife and the complete humiliation of her husband. "What do you want tonight?" He moved his hands to Linda's ass pulling her firmly against him, making sure she felt his hard dick.

At first, she did not understand what he wanted. She was here, with him. Then she did understand. He wanted confirmation beyond the commitment she had already made by leaving her husband behind. "I want to make love to you tonight. Take me home."

Marc's confident smile of victory showed he knew he had won, and it wasn't that difficult. After all, he was Marc LaValliere.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!"

Jim had not meant to shout as loud as he did. He was moving toward the embracing couple and it just came out loud enough to attract attention.

Linda, in shock, pulled back half a step. Marcs hands still resting on her ass, keeping her from pulling away completely.

"I said GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!"

No one noticed a small crowd gathering or the security guard on his radio calling for reinforcement. He had seen similar situations escalate into a fight before.

Jim grabbed Marc's hands, pulling them off Linda's butt, and pushed himself between the two of them.

In a practiced move Marc moved his open hands up to his shoulders to face Jim, as if to tell Jim to back off.

"From a gentleman to another gentleman, I thought you understood. Yes, she is your wife, but tonight she desires to be with me. To share my bed. To be my lover. Tomorrow, I'll send her back to you." He looked at Jim and waited for Jim to understand his place in all this.

Jim looked Marc in his eyes as he fought to keep his anger in check. "No, she's not going home with you. Tonight is our special night, not yours."

Neither man noticed most of the people gathering around had cell phones out recording this event.

"That is not true, tonight she is giving herself to me. It IS her 'Special Night'. That much is true. So go home and wait. I will send her home to you tomorrow, or Sunday, if she wishes to stay longer. She will be no worse for the wear. She will be your wife again."

Jim turned to face his wife. "Is that true? Are you planning to leave me on our special night, go to his house, and fuck this asshole?'

Linda felt a flood of different emotions. Anger at Jim for interrupting them, Fear of telling Jim the truth, and the confusion of not knowing what she should say. Her mind was so jumbled. Dee always said Dave got mad at first, but he always calmed down and got over it.

"Maybe." It came out weak like Linda was ashamed to admit what she was planning to do.

Jim's rage continued to swell within him. "It is not a 'maybe' question, it's either yes or no. Are you planning to fuck him tonight. YES, or NO?"

Defiantly, Linda responded loudly "Yes. I am going home with Marc. I'm going to have sex with him. He's going to fuck my brains out. I'm going to sleep with him, in his bed. Satisfied? I'll be home tomorrow. For over fifteen years, I have been a good wife and mother. I deserve this tonight!"

Marc smiled. His game seldom ended so well with his total victory played out right in front of him.

Looking Linda straight in the eyes, Jim said, his tone flat, "Well Linda, remember every choice has consequences."

Marc reached around Jim to take Linda's arm. "Let's go." He guided her to the car, opened the door and helped Linda into the seat.

Anger possessed Jim, but he tried to remain calm as he followed the two to the car. He took a deep breath, not sure what he was going to do.

Marc closed the door and turned to find Jim in his face. He pushed Jim backward hard enough that he expected Jim to land on his back on the pavement, but Jim was still standing, still in his face. Then Marc did something that surprised himself. He took a swing at Jim, again expecting Jim to go down. To his disappointment, Jim dodged the punch taking it on his shoulder apparently unshaken.

Before anything more could happen, two security guards arrived and separated the would-be combatants, pulling Jim ten to fifteen feet away and turning him to face away from Marc.

The guard with Marc instantly recognized him as Marc LaValliere and assumed Jim to have been the aggressor.

Marc told them it was no big deal, no one was hurt, and he and his friend would just prefer to be on their way. The guard understood more than just his words and without consulting the other guard let him go.

Jim heard the growl of the Ferrari engine as it departed. Recognizing the sound was the death knell to his marriage and his love for Linda.

**********

Jim felt hollow and somehow dead inside as he re-entered The Madison. He felt like he had lost the two most important parts of his life in one stroke.

As he walked past the restrooms and was approaching the coat room Dee stopped him. "Oh, here you are. Are you looking for Linda? I'm sorry, she's not here. She left with Marc LaValliere."

"I know. She told me. How did you know? Is that why the two of you went to the restroom? Did she ask you to help her sneak away? To betray me and our marriage?" It was all starting to make sense.

"Take it easy Jim. Yes, she asked me to distract you until she was gone so you wouldn't make a scene and embarrass yourself and everyone else. She asked me to assure you she loves you and she'll be back tomorrow and make it up to you for the rest of her life. She knows you wouldn't deny her this once in a lifetime experience because you love her so much."

"What... that's bullshit"!

"No Jim, Linda loves you. She loves you and the children more than anything else in the world, and she always will, and you know it. But she is spending tonight with Marc."

Jim stood there with his mouth open, looking stupid as his world continued to crumble around him. Pictures whirled madly through his mind, or what was left of it. Linda at the top of the stairs in her beautiful blue dress. Linda at dinner; Linda at the club; Linda as we fed wings to each other. Linda in Asshole's arms. His anger rose.

"So, on what was supposed to be our special night, she left me for some asshole jock." He glared at Dee as he growled the words.

"Jim, she hasn't left you. She'll come home to you tomorrow, and you'll have plenty of other special nights together."

"She didn't even have the guts to tell me to my face that she was leaving me. She was just going to sneak out the back door leaving you to make her excuses."

"Jim, listen to me. She hasn't left you..."

"Well, if she hasn't left me, then where the hell is she? She sure isn't with me now, is she?" Jim was getting loud, and did not care who heard him.

"Please settle down, people are looking at us. Listen, I know this hurts. But it's just for tonight. Linda knows, we all know, that you're the only man for her and you always will be. You're the good guy."

"Yeah, and we all know where the good guy finishes, don't we?"

"Jim, it isn't like that. You're making way too big a deal out of this. It's only tonight, she'll come back to you tomorrow and everything will be just like it was before."

Jim snorted at her. If she really believed that shit, nothing he could say would make any difference anyway.

"So, Friend, what was your role in all this? You didn't really need to go to the restroom, did you? My wife gave you the signal, right? She told you to stall me and keep me out of the way long enough for her and Asshole to make their getaway?"

"Yes, she asked me to do all that, because she didn't want you to embarrass yourself by making a scene while Marc was here. She also asked me to make sure you remember she loves you, and she will always come home to you."

Yeah, Jim thought, "I'll remember exactly how much she loved me tonight, for a long time to come." Aloud, he continued "More like she didn't want me to embarrass her as she walked away from her husband to spend the night with an asshole jock. I don't suppose it occurred to you, friend, to remind her that she had a husband and a marriage, and she might lose them over this?"

Dee looked him in the eye. "No, it didn't, because I know she won't lose you over this. You're too good a man to let that happen. I told her how lucky she is. She's lucky because the man that every woman in the room wanted, wanted her; but she's even luckier that she has a husband who loves her enough to get past his hurt feelings and not make this a bigger deal than it should be. You know she'll be willing to do whatever it takes, for as long as it takes, to make it up to you."

"What if it isn't possible to make it up to me? What if there is no way to make this right?"

"Jim, I know how much you love Linda, and how much she loves you. This doesn't have to be a big deal. It's just one night, a one-time experience, compared to all the years and all the love you two have together. It isn't a big deal, unless you make it one. I know she'll come home to you, and I know eventually, you'll be fine." Dee spoke gently but confidently.

It was all Jim could do not to grab the stupid woman and shake her until her teeth rattled for spouting such nonsense. She must be living in some sort of alternate universe if that is what she really thought.

"So, if Asshole had picked you, as, I guess, you wanted him to, you'd have done the same thing?"

"I would." She flung her answer into Jim's face.

"Does Dave know that?"

"No, and he doesn't need to, because I don't think it will ever happen," she said softly.

"Maybe I should tell him."

"Jim, please don't. Don't think that way. I know you're hurting, but that won't help. Please come back to the table. Let us take your mind off it for a while. You haven't danced a single dance with me all night, you know." She smiled invitingly at me.

"I wanted to dance with my wife, but thanks to you and her and Asshole, which doesn't seem to be an option anymore, now does it?" Jim turned my back on Dee and stalked back to our table.

The talk at the table stopped abruptly when he approached. The averted eyes told the tale: Jim realized all their friends now knew Linda and Asshole were at that very moment making a cuckold of him.

"Uh, Jim, are you going to be okay?" Dave asked hesitantly after he seated Dee.

Jim wanted to tell him what Dee had said and ask if he would be okay, but he could not force the words past my throat and had to settle for a meaningful glare. Humorlessly Jim realized he had not gotten over being the good guy yet. He would have to work on that.

"It depends on what you mean by okay." There were a couple of nervous giggles.

"I mean, yeah, that was a shitty thing to do, but you two are going to make it, aren't you? You're not going to divorce Linda over this, are you?"

"I don't see why I shouldn't," Jim responded coldly. There was a gasp around the table.

"Why are you all acting surprised?" he continued. "You all know how Linda and I feel about cheating: once and done. We established that a long time ago. Or I thought we did."

"But Jim, it's Marc LaValliere." Dee interposed.

Jim shut her down with a meaningful glare and raised eyebrows. "So what? I don't care who's fucking her. If it isn't me, that's that."

"Jim, what about your kids? We all know how much you love them, and how much they need you. Think of them before you do anything." Jane's kids were about the same age as Jim's, and they were best friends.

"You mean, like my wife is thinking about them right now?"

"Well, that's why you got a sitter, so you wouldn't have to think about your kids." Dee meant that to be funny, but it fell as flat as it deserved to. "Come on, Jim, it's just one night. It's an opportunity she'll never have again. You wouldn't divorce Linda over one night."

"Why not?" Jim glared at her. An uncomfortable silence followed.

"Jim, maybe it will help if you try to think of it this way." Jane was trying to sound sympathetic. "What if the cover model from the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue was here tonight? Say she picked you out of everyone here to dance with, and then she offered to spend the night with you. Can you honestly say you wouldn't be tempted? Can you honestly say you would turn her down?" The pleading look in Jane's warm brown eyes made her look like a cute, pleading, puppy dog. This look was usually quite effective at getting her what she wanted. Not tonight.

Jim stood and looked down at Jane. "Yes, I would be tempted, but I would turn her down. You see, I have a wife, and I don't want to hurt her. At least, that's what I'd have done before tonight."

There was another one of those deafening silences. Jim looked around the table at each of his former friends, all of whom were siding with my cheating wife. At that moment, Jim sincerely hoped never to see any of them again. He pulled out a twenty and dropped it on the table. "That will pay my tab. You're all covering for the slut I came with; you might as well cover her bill, too." Jim turned on my heel and stalked out of the club.

**********

On his way out, Jim had no trouble retrieving both coats. Apparently, the parking attendant had not been successful in retrieving the coat.

Jim's anger cooled as he walked the block and a half to the hotel. The anger was replaced by the deepest sadness he had ever experienced. Linda and he were supposed to be taking this walk together, holding hands, chaffing their friends about what they were going to do once they got to their rooms, and being chaffed in return. Linda was supposed to be holding his arm that special way she did and pushing her face into his coat sleeve when the conversation got too risqué. Instead, he was alone. Somehow the night felt much colder without Linda by his side. Alone, he rode the elevator, trying not to remember what he and Linda had done in other hotel elevators. Alone, he entered what was supposed to have been their room. Alone, he faced the wreckage of their special night.

On the bed was a set of lingerie Jim had never seen before. It was beautiful, looked expensive, and would have looked even better on Linda. That last thought caused Jim's temper to flare only to be tempered by the thought that at least Marc was not seeing her in the lingerie either.

Deciding the room held nothing for him, Jim dropped the lingerie and Linda's coat into the trash bin for the cleaning staff to deal with and left.

Jim justified his early departure to the desk clerk by claiming a family emergency.

On the drive home, Jim formulated his plan of action.

**********

It was the first time Linda had been in a Ferrari. It was nice and exciting but cramped. The bucket seats meant she could not snuggle up against Marc as he drove. She concluded the car was much sexier outside than it was inside as a horny passenger.

Marc's hand was on her leg stroking from her knee nearly to her pussy but not quite making it in the cramped cockpit. She was, however, able to reach his cock and spent her time massaging the monster she could not wait to have. She was getting hornier by the minute. Not only could she feel the wetness growing between her legs, but she was also sure Marc could smell her excitement.

"This is my first time." Linda started.

"In a Ferrari?" Marc sounded shocked.

"Yes, but I meant cheating."

"I bet it won't be your last. You're too beautiful to stay with one man."

"I am certainly enjoying it so far."

Linda's excitement built steadily by the mile. Marc did not miss the signs; this was all part of his well-practiced game of seduction, and it was working well with Linda.

Marc's attention was split between what Linda was doing to his cock, what he was doing to her, watching to make sure they were not being followed, and keeping the car on the road. Neither of them noticed the thickening clouds were looking increasingly like snow and the temperature was falling.

When they pulled into the garage Marc helped Linda out of the car. They melted into a searing kiss. Marc's hands roaming freely over Linda's body. Her moans provided Marc with the guidance he didn't really need. One of Linda's hands behind his head was pulling Marc's lips crushingly against hers while her other hand moved to his crotch to rub along the length of his erection. She could not tell if he was still growing longer or if he was just getting harder and thicker as she stroked it.

Marc broke the embrace to suggest "Why don't we go on in. We'll be warmer in the house, and we can remove our clothes."

The garage was chilly. Linda shivered as she remembered she had left without retrieving her coat, but its loss did not concern her at all, right now.

Without another word, Marc took Linda's hand and led her to his living room. As they entered, the lights came on automatically as did the stereo. The room was a little warm. Marc, leaving nothing to chance, had set the temperature to make it comfortable should the occupants want to remove their clothes.

The music was soft and slow.

Still fully dressed, Marc pulled Linda firmly against his hard body. The music was slow with a strong, primal beat.

Linda and Marc were pressed together, swaying to the music. Marc was hard and forceful without being intimidating. Linda wanted to be in his arms and wanted him in hers. Marc's leg was pressed between her legs, and she was practically riding his leg. Grinding on his leg had her pussy so wet, she could feel her juices streaming down her legs, wetting Marc's slacks, and gluing the fabric of her dress to her legs. She was virtually fucking Marc and, he had not even tried to remove her clothes, yet.

They danced like this for what seemed like hours. Somehow Marc managed to tease her right to the edge of orgasm. The state she was in was at the same time exquisitely frustrating, exciting, and even painful but wonderful. She did not want it to ever stop.

Marc pulled away to remove his jacket. Linda moved against his chest and slid down his body onto her knees. Working to loosen his belt and fly, she said "I've wanted to have you in me since you first pressed against me while we were dancing back at the club. Now, you're mine."

Before Marc's pants and boxers reached his ankles Linda pulled Marc's penis into her mouth and began licking and sucking. In spite of her desire and best efforts, she could not get all of Marc's penis into her mouth and deep throating him would have required dislocating her jaw. In spite of this Marc proved he was enjoying my attention by moaning encouragement and using his hands to encourage her to take him deeper.

When Marc came in her mouth, she chocked on the ejaculate but had a minor orgasm of her own. "That was incredible, maybe the best I've ever had." Marc lied knowing he was still building the seduction.

Linda licked Marc clean before leaning back on her ankles, looking up into Marc's eyes. "Now I need you to take me."

Removing his shoes and stepping out of his pants and shorts, without a word Marc lifted her from her knees, pulled her into a firm embrace, kissed her passionately, and led her upstairs to his bedroom. Little conversation was necessary. The lovers knew what they were here for and what they wanted. Linda could feel her pussy's wetness leaking and dripping down her legs as she followed Marc eagerly.

As expected, a large bed was the obvious focus of the room. The bed was softly illuminated but the rest of the room faded to near darkness.

Linda unbuttoned Marc's shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders before running her hands across his massive chest and pulling his undershirt up and over his head.

Marc pulled Linda's dress over her head, dropping it on the floor. He was a little disappointed to see she was not wearing a thong. He always enjoyed pulling a woman's thong down over her hips, letting her step out of it, and bringing the soaking bit of fabric to his nose as another sign of his victory. "Oh well" Marc thought "play on." "You smell so good. I can't wait to eat you for dessert."

Bending at the waist, Linda removed her shoes and stockings. She was now naked in front of the most beautiful man she had ever seen. The man she could not wait to have.

Marc sat on the bed to remove his socks and shoes. Linda joined him, sitting at the foot of the bed as they kissed again passionately.

Marc stood, picked Linda up, and deposited her in the center of the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, lifting her knees so her knees were on either side of his neck. His hands had a firm grip on her hips. Spreading her lips with his tongue he licked her pussy from just below her vagina up to the top, flicking her clit a couple of times. She felt a shock-like jolt with each flick. Then he licked downward again, pushing his tongue into her vagina. Then he surrounded her clit with his lips and suckled gently. Linda was starting to quiver violently as her next orgasm built and then crashed over her.

She grabbed Marc's hair and pulled him upward. "I have to have you in me. NOW!"

To continue building her need, Marc took his time depositing soft kisses up her abdomen, pausing to kiss and suckle each breast and finally on to her collar bone, neck, and finally ear lobe.

Marc rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, picking up her lubrication. He pressed the head of his cock against Linda's trembling vagina and started to push. After some initial resistance Linda's vagina opened to accept Marc's larger girth and he slowly advanced. Linda grabbed the bed covers with both hands trying her best to stay the orgasm already building. Her head was shaking violently from side to side. She thought to herself "and he isn't even all the way in me" aloud she hisses "yes, Yes, YES! More. Oh yes. Never like this. Don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck ME. FUCK ME!"

The head of Marc's penis hits Linda's Cervix and triggers the orgasm she has been holding back. Her whole-body contracts, arching off the bed, holding, collapsing. Marc starts moving inside her slowly at first then picking up the pace. Linda's body repeats the orgasmic convulsion over and over for what seems to Linda to be hours. When she feels Marc's cum splashing on her cervix, Linda collapses, her mind no longer capable of thought.

Marc rolled off of Linda, caressing her sweat covered body.

When their breathing began to return to normal, Marc whispered. "I want to put a temporary tattoo on your neck just below your left ear to mark you as mine for the weekend."

"No, I can't have any marks on my body when I return home. At least not any that won't go away quickly."

"Don't worry, it is just a temporary henna tattoo. It'll wash away and your husband will never know."

"Ok, you own me tonight. What does the tattoo look like and where do you want to put it?"

"What I have is just a small star with 'ML' in the center. I'd like to put it on your neck, just below your ear."

"That sounds a little titillating. How do you apply it? And how do I remove it?"

"It is applied with alcohol just like decals for model planes. And it washes off the same way." Marc lied, knowing it would take a couple of weeks to disappear completely. "Why don't we do it while we're recuperating?"

"Sure."

And fifteen minutes later, Linda was branded.

It was while Marc was applying the tattoo Linda first noticed the number of mirrors around the room all facing the bed. "Why all the mirrors?" she asked innocently.

"I like to watch." Marc replied. "I find it exciting to watch a woman enjoying herself with me. You'll see in a little while. I bet you'll enjoy it too."

Standing, Linda inspected the tattoo and admired her nude body in one of the wall mirrors. She liked the look of the tattoo and what it meant. She was concerned that while it was only partially visible it was not back far enough for her hair to cover it, at least not the way she normally wore her hair. It would have to be gone when she returned to reality.

Marc walked up behind her spun her to face him and inspected the tattoo. His smile of satisfaction indicated he was enjoying rubbing her husband's nose in his victory.

Marc nestled her neck and kissed the tattoo.

Linda felt Marc's hardening cock against her stomach, he grasped one butt cheek with each of his large, strong hands and effortlessly lifted Linda off her feet. Instinctively she wrapped her arms and legs around Marc as he positioned her above his now erect penis and impaled her in one stroke. Marc took a step forward and Linda felt her back pressed against the cold mirror. Then she felt him lifting her and lowering her on his penis until she was dripping wet then he started thrusting into her. Linda's back was against the mirror, stuck there like she was pinned in place. When Marc released her butt, she gripped him tighter with her arms and legs, but she knew she was going nowhere. Linda noticed the other couples around the room having wall sex and realized she too enjoyed watching. She came and then came again amazed at Marc's strength and stamina. When Marc came, he lifted Linda off his softening cock and set her on the floor. Marc's cum ran joined her juices running down her legs and she had to lean against Marc as her legs were too weak to support her.

"That was the first time I've been taken against a wall. When you get hard again, I want you to take me doggy and then I want to ride you cowgirl coming and going." Linda said.

"I promised you a night you would never forget. So, your wish is my command."

Kneeling before him, Linda wrapped her hand around Marc's cock and started licking it clean. She sucked him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, savoring their combined juices. His cock was growing steadily firmer, so she decided if she was ever going to be able to deep throat him, she had better get busy. With that she reached behind Marc and pulled him into her mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She fought the gag reflex and swallowed. He was in her throat. He was growing rapidly now and after two strokes she had to push him out for fear he might get stuck.

She knelt on the bed, presented her pussy to Marc and he wasted no time filling her. A hand on each of her hips, Marc pulled her onto his cock, bottoming out against her cervix again. Marc began pounding Linda hard and fast. At first Linda found it unpleasant having her cervix battered but she could not pull away from Marc's grip or find the breath to say anything. Besides, she was building to another massive climax. Her orgasm exploded when Marc smacked her right butt cheek. Linda screamed in shock and pleasure. Marc's hand returned to her hip, and he continued thrusting. Then he smacked her left butt cheek and again she came loudly. Marc released her hips, and she collapsed forward onto the bed.

Marc fell onto the bed on his back beside her. "Your turn."

"A promise is a promise. And you're still hard."

Throwing her leg over Marc, Linda lowered herself onto his cock; leaned forward arching her back to force her clit into contact with his dick; and began moving both up and down for penetration and rolling forward and backward for maximum clitoral stimulation. Marc was enjoying Linda's technique and was rapidly approaching what he knew would be his final release of the night. To hurry things along, he pinched Linda's nipples, pulling and twisting them. This had the desired effect as Linda came almost at once, triggering Marc's orgasm.

Linda fell forward onto Marc's chest and their breathing slowly returned to normal. She slid off to the side and they were both asleep almost instantly.

**********

Once home, Jim fired up his computer to check the location of Linda's phone. It was no longer moving. Another application turned her phone's location into an address for him.

Jim called Gary, his boss. "Hey Gary. Yes, yes, I know what time it is and I'm sorry, but I have a huge emergency request. Do you think I can get a truck and crew to help me move my wife's things out of my house before morning?"

Jim went on to explain in detail what had transpired. Gary was understanding and confirmed a small truck would not be a problem, but he would have to see if he could find the two or three men to do the work on such short notice. Jim told Gary he was willing to pay the men double their normal pay for their help and buy them breakfast when done.

While waiting for Gary to call back, Jim used the computer to cancel their joint credit cards and move half the money from the household account to the private account he opened when his last promotion came through.

When Gary called back, he told Jim there were three men and a truck headed to his house. "You know you are very popular and well respected at work. After learning what was going on, the men agreed to do if for a good breakfast when they are done." Jim smiled for the first time in hours.

"Oh, one possible wrinkle." Gary said. "Looks like we're in for some nasty weather. The National Weather Service is predicting heavy snow overnight. They are already recommending closing most businesses over the weekend, so we'll need to get this done quickly."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll get started getting things organized here. Oh, how about sending some boxes to throw stuff in."

"I already thought of that."

Thirty minutes later, the crew arrived and started packing and loading. All of Linda's clothes, shoes, and lingerie were piled into boxes, taped, and loaded on the truck. Cosmetics followed. Jim walked around the house pulling things to be packed into the center of each room.

Pictures with Linda in them, including their wedding album, were unceremoniously dumped into boxes. Jim did keep a few pictures of her with the children.

Since they were not being overly careful with the packing, Jim decided the fragile things Linda valued most could be given to her later.

The packing and loading of the truck went smoothly. Jim was surprised everything was in the truck and it was only a few minutes after 5 AM.

While the crew relaxed and drank a cup of coffee, Jim printed a shipping notice with delivery instructions to help the crew get past the guard at the gated community where Linda's phone was.

As the men got into the truck, Jim told them "I really appreciate what you are doing for me. I hope the shipping notice will get you past the guard but if not try explaining to him what's going on and offer him a bribe to look the other way. I think it would be best if I don't go with you in case Marc or Linda is awake when you make your delivery. Good luck and I'll meet you at the Cracker Barrel down the street from the warehouse."

As the truck pulled out it started snowing. The trip took nearly an hour and as they reached the gated community, the streets were starting to get slick but that did not stop the delivery team.

At the gate to the community, the guard balked about the delivery being so early and that it was not on the schedule. The driver apologized for the time, explaining they were trying to get ahead of the weather and showed the guard the paperwork. After getting a copy of the paperwork, the guard opened the gate.

All was quiet and dark in Marc's house when the truck backed quietly down Marc's driveway. The crew worked quickly and quietly unloaded everything, stacking the boxes neatly against Marc's garage doors.

Less than half an hour after entering the community, they were leaving. They even had the guard check to make sure the truck was empty which appeared to make him feel much better.

The snow was really piling up by the time they delivered the truck to the warehouse and met at the Cracker Barrel.

"Order anything and everything you want. My treat." offered a smiling Jim.

An hour later they departed to make their way home. Even though they did not want to accept it, Jim insisted on giving each of the men two hundred dollars and his heartfelt thanks.

Finally back home Jim lay down in his bed. But his mind was too active for anything even approaching sleep.

His thoughts kept spinning around all that had happened that night, but understanding wouldn't come. Finally sleep came. It was the sleep of the dead.

**********

Saturday

Linda awakened slowly, snuggled against her man. As awareness returned, she recognized the total relaxation of complete sexual satisfaction, and the pain associated with overindulgence. Suddenly she realized it was not Jim she was snuggled against. Memories come flooding back. Looking over at Marc lying on his back, his morning wood evident. A gentle smile came to her lips as she acknowledged all the things Dee had said about how good Marc was in bed may be true. But before she can fully appreciate her experiences an image of Jim flashed through her mind, and she heard him say "Actions have consequences." She pushed the thought out of her mind knowing she would have to deal with it soon enough.

Now she is awake. As she moved to get out of the bed Marc stirs, rolling over to face Linda and wrapping his arm around her. He kisses her neck softly as he gently massages her breast.

Linda feels her body responding. Nipples puckering into hard erasers and her pussy feeling damp and beginning to leak a bit.

Marc's hand traces down her abdomen until he is cupping her, pressing his middle finger into her vagina, finding her g-spot. She was his again or was it he that was hers again?

Linda pulls Marc on top of her enjoying his weight, pressing her deep into the mattress. He needs no help entering her for the (how many times is it now?) time. He proceeds to nail her to the mattress while her legs wrap around his thighs urging him on and pulling him further into her. Once bottomed out, Marc starts to steadily piston in and out of her. Linda is grunting with each stroke. Marc is so large Linda feels like he is turning her inside out with each outward stroke. Her climax is building. It starts as a tingle in her vagina, builds to a twitch that both itches and tickles through to her navel, and finally to full body convulsions that are accompanied by screams of pleasure. Linda's orgasm continues almost unabated until Marc finally cums deep in her. She can feel the impact of each spurt against her cervix.

They lay there caressing each other while their breathing returns to normal.

"That was the best morning sex I've ever woken up to. You have the stamina of a steam engine." said Linda.

Marc got out of bed heading for the shower. "How about fixing us breakfast while I get a shower. Then you can take one and we'll get you home to the little man. Unless you've decided to stay the rest of the weekend."

Somewhat surprised by his virtual dismissal of her, Linda joins Marc in the shower instead of going to the kitchen. She presses herself against Marc's back. Reaching around him, she slides her hands down his chest to cup his cock and balls. "How about doing me against the wall again. I've never experienced anything like that."

"I told you you'd have a night to remember forever. Do you want it in here or back in the bedroom?"

"In here."

Marc turns to face Linda. "You are a beautiful, exciting, and sexy woman. I won't soon forget you." He smothers Linda's mouth with his. Then he spins her around. With one arm around her waist, he forces Linda to lean against the shower wall with her back arched. He guides his penis into her ready and anxious pussy and starts thrusting.

So powerful are Marc's thrusts, Linda is forced to rest her forearms against the wall to keep from having her head banged against the wall. She does not last long and as her orgasm is subsiding Marc pulls out, spins her around, picks her up, cradling her legs on his forearms, reinserts himself, and is banging her against the wall again.

Linda is so spent she does not have the strength to wrap her legs around Marc. Her legs are just dangling beside him as he pounds away deep into her pussy. Linda is again experiencing a near constant orgasm, gasping every time his penis hits her cervix, urging him on, crying for him to keep fucking her. Marc cums. Linda comes down from her orgasmic high. She feels like she could just wilt into a pile of goo in the corner of the shower.

Then Marc spoils the mood. "How about that breakfast?"

Linda staggers out of the shower, dries off, and wanders nude to the kitchen where she checks the refrigerator for staples. The larder is far from well stocked, but Linda does find six steaks, a dozen eggs, and orange juice in the refrigerator. Hearing Marc get out of the shower, she yells "How many eggs do you want? And how do you like your steak?"

"Six eggs, fried, over easy. The steak, just knock the horns off and wipe its ass. Coffee black, no sugar."

As she was hunting for the coffee, Linda glanced out the window for the first time. It was snowing like crazy, the ground already solid white. "MARK! LOOK OUTSIDE!" Linda yells, beginning to panic.

**********

Giving up on sleep, Jim got up and started a pot of coffee, showered, and dressed for the day in jeans and a sweatshirt.

Sitting at the table with his laptop and coffee he checked Linda's location (still the same) then researched divorce laws and attorneys online.

He waited until eight o'clock. To start making calls.

It took his brother Jon four rings to answer the phone. It was obvious he had been awakened.

"Jim. Why are you calling so early? Is anything wrong?"

"I needed to let you know Linda and I are splitting up and to ask you a couple of favors."

"What? What happened and why so sudden?" Jon sounded stricken.

Jim could hear Ali, Jon's wife, asking what was up in the background and Jon relaying what he had just heard.

"Just put me on speaker so I can tell the story once. But make sure the kids can't hear." Jim told the story as briefly as he could. "What I need is for you to keep the kids for another day or so and to NOT let Linda pick them up. Can you do that?"

"Of course, we'll be glad to have them stay for as long as you need." Said Ali. "I can't believe Linda did this!"

"I can't either." Jim seconded.

"Please don't tell the kids anything yet or let Linda contact them. Maybe blame it on the snow. I'll try to stop by to pick them up as soon as I can or at least call to talk with them later when they are up."

"That's fine. They're welcome here as long as you need."

"Oh, do either of you know a good divorce lawyer or someone recently divorced who might have a recommendation?"

Ali volunteered "Sam, I mean Samantha recently divorced her cheating husband and I believe her lawyer must have done a good job for her. She and the kids are in the house and her ex had to leave town to get another job if the rumors are true. Would you like me to get a name from her for you?"

"That would be great. Thanks."

They ended the call.

**********

Jim loved and respected Linda's parents and they had always treated him like a son. He knew they needed to be told. However, he decided to let them know in person rather than over the phone.

Jim threw on some warm clothes before clearing enough snow from his driveway to get his pickup out. He was certain he would not have any trouble going anywhere in his 4-wheel drive pickup since he had not had a chance to remove the large snow tires. He threw the bags of cement and sand destined to become an extension to his patio in the back for good measure.

On his trip to his children's grandparent's house, he was reminded of the poem he had learned in elementary school with the line "over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go." He wondered how often he would be making this trip in the future.

**********

Responding to the panic he heard in Linda's voice Marc ran to the kitchen where he saw Linda staring out the window over the sink. "What are you looking at? I can't see anything through the snow."

"No, it IS the snow. We're snowed in. There is no way your Ferrari can make it through what's already on the ground. And it is still snowing like a blizzard. We're stuck here. You can't take me home."

Walking up behind her, he reached around Linda, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. "And the problem is?"

Linda moaned. "You promised to have me home this morning. I'm going to have enough trouble getting Jim to forgive me as things stand. I don't know what he'll do if I can't get home."

"More time to play. Besides, I said I'd have you home today or Sunday. He'll know where you are and what you're up to. Don't worry. I'll take you home when the snow melts enough. If you still want to go home, that is."

Linda could feel Marc's erect penis between her legs. Without thinking about what she was doing she leaned forward, widening her stance, and rose on her toes. Marc recognized the movement for what it was, an invitation, and he thrust fully into her. Linda gasped at the abrupt invasion. Arousal quickly overtook her. She was having Marc again and little else mattered.

Linda realized she was going to have bruises she could not cover up on both legs where Marc had battered her against the counter. A brief flash of panic ran through her mind before she realized she did not have to worry about being caught. Jim already knew what she was doing.

Marc pulled out, wiping his penis on Linda's butt, and turned to the living room. "I'll check the weather and see when it is going to stop snowing and how bad it is going to be. How about finishing breakfast? I'm starved."

Linda finished preparing their breakfast while Marc looked for the local weather. They took plates to the living room and ate while they watched the news.

The news was not good. The snow was expected to continue heavily all day and while there were already crews out working. The snow was accumulating faster than the tired and overworked crews could deal with it. Traffic was restricted to emergency vehicles only.

"I'm going to have to call Jim and let him know I'm snowed in and don't know when I'll be able to get home. He's going to be furious. I just hope he can't get out to do something we'll all regret."

That last comment caught Marc's attention. "He's not one of those special services guys that can rain down total destruction on me, is he? I mean I wouldn't have messed with you if I'd thought that. Dee never mentioned he might be dangerous."

"Don't worry. He's a good guy. He's the best husband imaginable. I've never known him to hurt anyone. He hardly ever raises his voice. But we had an understanding about cheating. Once and done. What can I do? I was planning to kill him with sex to make up for one night with you. I don't know what I can do if I don't make it home this morning."

"Where's my phone? I need to call Dee. Maybe she can help me figure out what to do."

Linda scurried upstairs to the bedroom, grabbed her phone, and called Dee.

"Hey girl. What are you doing up so early? Or have you not slept yet? Welcome to the club." Dee sounded excited. "You should have seen Jim after you left. He looked angry but utterly defeated when he made it back to the table. Now give me all the details."

"Shut up and listen!" Linda screamed in frustration. "We're snowed in. I can't get home. What am I going to do?"

"Well, that's a problem. I see three possibilities. One, you don't call and let him get more and more worried until he is glad to see you when you do return; two, call him and explain the situation and hope you can give him enough sex to make him forget everything; or three you say fuck it and enjoy Marc as long as you can. But based on Jim's attitude last night if you choose option two you might have to call in reinforcements to provide enough sex to make up for your second day with Marc."

"What if this snow lasts more than just one more day?"

"I don't know what to tell you. You're already in uncharted water. I'll do anything I can to help but you need to know I'm the one he blames for leading you astray. I don't know if you really want me helping you."

"You're right. What can I do? I love him so much and just can't lose him, my marriage, and my family."

Marc, who had been listening interrupted "Just relax and enjoy. We can keep each other company. Cuck boy will be mad, but he should get over it soon enough."

Looking at Marc, Linda said for both Marc and Dee's benefit "Anyone can be pushed too far. And I may have already crossed the line from which there is no turning back."

"Goodbye Dee. I don't know if I'll ever be able to see you or talk to you again."

Linda paused to consider her options then with a sigh of determination she hit speed dial for Jim's phone. It rang but it was answered by a message saying the phone was off. She sent him a text message:

I know I promised to be home today, but we're snowed in, and Marc can't bring me home. I don't know how long I'll be here. Love you.

Linda stared at the phone hoping Jim would respond right away but it didn't happen.

The lights flickered twice, and the power went off completely.

Marc smiles at her as she puts down her phone. "How about I throw on some clothes, get some wood from the pile beside the house, and we build a nice romantic fire. We can pull out a couple of comforters and snuggle in front of the roaring fire. Sex in front of the fire is always fun."

Marc ran upstairs and descended a few minutes later dressed in sweats.

Outside, Marc discovered boxes piled up in front of his garage. Curious, he brushed the snow off the top box and opened it. He was shocked to find it was a box of women's shoes. He grabbed an armload of wood and headed back into the house where he dropped the wood in front of the fireplace.

As he arranged the wood in the fireplace and lit the gas log lighter he said "This is really strange. There are a number of boxes stacked in front of my garage. At least one of them contains women's shoes. Who would stack boxes of shoes in front of my house?"

"What do you mean? What kind of shoes?" Asked Linda, a small germ of panic began to grow.

"I don't know. Women's shoes, mostly high heels of some sort. They must have been there for a while since there was six to eight inches of snow on top of them. Let's go check them out."

"I'm certainly not dressed to go outside right now. I don't have anything to wear except what I was wearing last night. I've got to keep it clean enough to wear home. Do you have some sweatpants and shirt I can wear? And maybe a jacket?"

Marc's clothes did not fit well, but they would keep her warm.

When she looked in the first box, she nearly fainted. She explained to Marc, "These are my shoes. What are they doing here? How did they get here? What's in the rest of the boxes?"

They started opening more of the boxes discovering clothes, cosmetics, personal and household items. Linda recognized everything as hers.

Linda wailed "Jim's thrown me out. He's moved all my things here. What can I do? I've got to talk with Dee again. I have to figure a way back."

"In the meantime, Marc, can we move these boxes into your garage out of the snow?"

Begrudgingly Marc agreed "Sure let me pop the emergency release and open the door so we don't have to carry the boxes around."

They brushed off the snow and pushed nearly thirty boxes into the garage.

Back inside in front of the fireplace they stripped their cold, wet clothes off. The roaring fire felt good since the house was beginning to take on a distinct chill.

Grabbing her phone, Linda once again called Dee.

Dee answered, "What's the good news?"

Linda sobbed "Dee, Jim had all my stuff delivered here."

Silence was Dee's only response.

In tears Linda pleaded "What am I going to do? What can I do?"

Eventually Dee responded "I don't know. I never expected such a reaction from Jim. You've always said he gives you everything you want. Maybe this is just a hissing fit and he'll back down and let you come back home in a little while."

"I can't stay here while he's coming around. Where can I go?"

"It looks like you are stuck there, for now. The city is asking everyone but emergency personnel to stay off the streets. How about your parents? Surely you can stay there when the storm lets up until Jim gets over his mad and takes you back."

"I don't know if that is an option. I didn't tell you, but my parents know about our Friday nights and have already read me the riot act about my behavior. I believe they would side with Jim. Oh god. He may have already told them."

Linda's phone beeped to let her know the charge was almost exhausted and before she could say goodbye the phone died.

"Marc, my phone just died, do you have a phone I could use? I need to find out more about what's going on."

"I don't have a land line since I'm not here often enough to justify a phone. You're welcome to use my mobile."

Marc retrieved his cell phone and handed it to Linda.

"Is it ok if I make a couple of calls from the bedroom?"

"Sure, I'm going to get some more wood in so it can be drying and handy."

Once in the bedroom, Linda turned on the phone, noticed it was fully charged, and clicked on contacts before realizing she did not have her contacts and the only numbers she knew, off the top of her head, were her home phone, Jim's cell phone, and her parents' numbers.

"Well, here goes" She thought to herself. Holding her breath, she keyed in her home phone.

She felt a sense of relief when the answering machine picked up and Jim's voice asked her to leave a message. Pacing nervously Linda left the message.

Jim, I found my things where you left them on the driveway. I'm sorry for the way I hurt you last night. It was just something I had to do. I know Marc promised to bring me home this morning. We are snowed in, and I can't get home. We have no power. My phone is dead, and Marc is letting me use his. So don't try to call me. I don't know when I'll make it home. Just know I love you and I know we can work our way through this.

Linda hung up and flopped on the bed. She was second guessing what she had said in her message. As her eyes wandered around the bedroom, she noticed leather straps fastened to the head and foot of the bed.

She keyed in her parents' number and while waiting for the connection she fantasized "Hummm I wonder what it would be like to be tied down while he fucked me."

Her daydream was interrupted as the phone clicked and her dad answered "Hello."

"Dad!" she sighed in relief that it was her dad rather than her mother. "I've messed up big time! I left the club last night with a man and now I'm snowed in with him and can't get home. What can I do?"

There was a long pause. "I'm going to put you on speaker so you can explain what is going on to everyone at the same time."

"Everyone? What do you mean everyone? Who's there?"

"Just your mom, me, and your husband. Now, what were you going to explain?"

Linda hung up.

**********

Jim had been at Linda's parents' house for over an hour and had already told them his version of the night before. He was surprised at how sympathetic and understanding they were. He had expected denial, but Jeff and Rebecca offered none. Instead, they confirmed Dee was a very bad influence and told Jim about having to stop Linda from doing something stupid once before without going into the details.

"What are you planning to do?" asked Rebecca. "Are you going to fetch her belongings back and try to work through this?"

"You know I love you and Jeff, but I just don't see a way forward for Linda and me as a couple. We've always had the understanding that infidelity is unacceptable, and that even one instance is sufficient cause to justify a divorce. I love Linda more than I know how to express but I cannot accept this. I'll be asking for full custody. Be assured I'll make sure you get time with your grandkids, and I understand you'll have to support Linda since she is your daughter. But I'll miss both of you."

"Nonsense! You're welcome here anytime. If Linda doesn't like it, she doesn't have to be here. In fact, she may choose not to be here because there will be strict ground rules if she chooses to live here."

They were having coffee and sweet rolls when the phone rang. Jeff answered the call. When he explained who was there and switched to the speakerphone the call went dead.

Jeff turned to Jim. "Before I put her on speaker, she said she is snowed in at Marc's place and wants me to tell her what she can do. If it were not so sad and pathetic, it could be funny."

"There is nothing funny about my daughter hanging around with Dee and her friends and going on girls' night out, disrespecting and walking out on her husband, and having sex with another man." said Rebecca. "I had hoped our intervention was enough to make her think about what she was doing. I guess not."

"Thanks for being so understanding. I just felt I owed it to you to let you hear the story face-to-face. I better get going since I need to pick the kids up from Jon and Ali."

**********

Linda returned from the bedroom in tears to find Marc tending the fire. He had been successful, the fire crackled pleasantly, and heat radiated from it.

"What's wrong? Did the calls not go well?"

"No, Jim wasn't home, so I left a message. Then when I called my parents, Jim was there. I hung up."

"That doesn't sound good." Marc said, trying to sound concerned.

"With the power out, the house is starting to cool off quicker than I would have expected. Let's pull the couch up right in front of the fire so it can provide some warmth. I'll get blankets from the guest bedrooms. We can snuggle to keep warm."

The thick snow clouds made it seem much later than midafternoon. By the time the furniture had been arranged, the blankets and warmth from the fire felt good. They snuggled. Marc held Linda and she leaned against Marc resting her head on his chest.

As he started caressing Linda, Marc asked "why did your husband want to fight with me?"

"He wanted to stop me from leaving with you." Linda answered without thinking.

"No, I don't think so. You had already made it clear you were leaving with me. In fact, you were already in the car. I'm not really a fighter but I've been in a few fights along the way. I've never faced someone like your husband. He managed to duck my punch, so it glanced off his shoulder with minimal impact. I could tell he is stronger and in better physical shape than I would have given him credit for. Plus, he was barely able to control himself. I recognized the signs; he was on an adrenaline high. I have a feeling security may have saved me from a beating. He made no effort to stop you from leaving with me. Maybe it was just a final effort so he could tell himself he tried."

"I never thought of that." For some reason, Linda found that thought disturbing. Was Jim really telling her they were through? Was the fight just so he could claim he had fought for her?

In an effort to clear her mind of those troubling questions Linda changed the subject completely, "I noticed leather straps on your bed. Do you like to tie women up when you're having sex?"

"Yeah, I do and so do they. Do you enjoy bondage?"

"Never tried it. It sounds dangerous but exciting. What do you do? I assume the woman is spread eagle with her wrists and ankles tied to the straps."

"That's a good start. Of course, there are other postures or positions and there is a world of toys."

"Once I'm tied down what's next?"

"That depends on the woman. Some women like to be blindfolded, gaged, and / or hearing deprived. Frequently all they want is to be caressed, teased, and fucked while restrained. It adds a sense of mystery. Some women find being restrained intensifies their orgasms, like being restrained on the bed earlier, but more intense. Other women like some light torture like nipple clamps, other clamps, or candle wax. Some like vibrators, dildos, butt plugs or paddling. It all depends on what my partner wants. Nothing so extreme as to leave permanent marks."

"Ooohh That sounds exciting. We seem to have time on our hands. I can't go home. The power is out, and I'm already in hot water anyway" Linda trailed off suggestively.

"Are you saying you want me to show you the ropes, so to speak?" asked a grinning Marc. This married woman had obviously led a sheltered life. The weekend was getting better by the minute.

"My you do catch on quickly." She said grinning. "We're not going anywhere soon so we're going to need some way to while away the time and TV seems out of the question. Only problem is with the power out, it's going to get too cold to get naked."

"That's not a problem. With the doors open, the heat from the fireplace warms the bedroom quite well. And we'll be generating a bit of heat ourselves."

"With the power off I've got some steaks thawing in the freezer and the stove is gas so we can eat well. How about I set the steaks out to cook later? If we do your training right, we will be hungry soon."

Marc set the steaks out to thaw. Linda followed him to the kitchen and leaned seductively against the door jam, twirling loose strands of hair. Marc swept her into his arms for a powerfully passionate kiss. Two pairs of hands roamed freely over their lovers' bodies.

"I can't wait to have you again." said Linda. And with that she pulled Marc toward the stairs and up to the bedroom.

Marc showed Linda his collection of bondage toys. "Since this is your first time, let's start with this blindfold so you can pretend I'm anyone you like."

"You're the only one I want."

"We'll go on and fit the wrist and ankle cuffs now so you can get used to them and make certain they don't hurt. Then when you're comfortable with the idea and the feel, we'll move to the bed, add a gag, and hook the wrist and ankle cuffs to the bed straps and really have some fun."

"That sounds soooo hot. Let's go."

While Marc fastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, Linda's excitement built, and her pussy began getting wet. Even though padded, the cuffs were not exactly comfortable, but the stiff leather somehow reinforced her desire and feelings of naughtiness.

She could smell her arousal and felt certain Marc could too.

Blindfolded, she knelt before Marc, reached for his cock, and pulled him to her mouth. She was surprised how much more excited she was feeling, having been deprived of her sense of sight. She sucked him in, swirled her tongue over and around the head of his cock relishing the velvet feel of the taut skin. He rested his hands on the back of her head to offer encouragement but not forcing himself into her mouth. She responded, taking more of him inside her mouth and then finally into her throat. Finally, he was fucking her throat, and she was shocked to realize an orgasm was building and he had not even touched her breasts or pussy. She felt Marc's penis pulse as he released his cum down her throat, triggering her orgasm.

Pulling her from her knees Marc moved Linda to the bed. Positioning her near the center he stretched first one hand, then the other and then her ankles to the corners of the bed. It all happened so quickly Linda did not have a chance to think about it. Now he was forcing a ball gag into her mouth. She found it exciting that he had just taken complete control and not asked her.

She could hear Marc moving around the bedroom but without vision, she had no idea what he was doing.

She feels his weight on the bed. He gently rubs her breasts and upper torso with what feels like a velvet glove. He is paying particular attention to her nipples which are painfully erect. He pinches and pulls them, stretching them, generating exquisite pleasure / pain. Linda is unable to scream through the gag while her body spasms in pleasure from an unexpected orgasm.

Marc rolls away picking the nipple clamps from the bedside table and begins tightening them on Linda's nipples. Once in place Marc tugs on the chain linking her two nipples to make sure the clamps are firmly attached.

Marc positions himself between Linda's legs, pleased to see her pussy is dripping with her excitement. He licks up her slit. "Umm you taste good." He continues licking her pussy, pausing briefly to nip her pussy lips, suck on her swollen clit, and pull the nipple chain. Linda is thrashing and bucking as much as the restraints will let her move. She is in a constant state of near orgasm. She knows it would only take a little more to push her over the edge, but Marc is holding out on her and she is not in control to be able to trigger the avalanche she so desperately needs.

Marc raises his head from her crotch, and she feels something round and firm being placed against her pussy. Marc turns on the vibrator and Linda spirals over the edge into her orgasm. Her entire body contracts, her back arches and her body is supported solely by her wrists, ankles, and head. She screams into the gag for what seems ages before collapsing onto the bed trembling in a semi-conscious state.

Wasting no time Marc repositions himself, stuffs a pillow under Linda's hips, penetrates Linda's vagina, and begins thrusting into her with deep powerful strokes.

Linda returns to consciousness aware she is having sex, and she is enjoying it, really enjoying it. Linda's next orgasm is already beginning to build when she feels Marc unload against her cervix. This pushes her over the top again.

Marc rolls off to Linda's side and cuddles against her, caressing her naked body as their breathing returns to normal.

"We've been playing for a good while. Could you use a break?"

Linda, unable to speak through the gag nods.

"And maybe some dinner?" Marc continued. "I think I could. I love how you feel and how you make love to me. I wish we could continue longer than just today."

"Before I release you one more thing we're going to do."

Marc rolled off the bed and Linda could hear him opening a drawer and some hard noises.

"I'm going to insert a vibrator in your pussy and a butt plug in your ass."

Linda's eyes get big behind the blindfold, and she thrashes her head from side to side to indicate her objection. All to no avail.

"I'm going to lube both, so they go in easy and don't irritate you. Once they are in place, I'm going to release your legs so I can put a pair of latex panties on you to keep them in. Both the vibrator and the butt plug have remote controlled vibrators in them. I will have the remote. Nod you head if you understand."

Linda shakes her head from side to side.

"I'm not asking for your agreement, just your understanding. It is going to happen anyway. So, do you understand?

With unseen tears running from her eyes behind the blindfold, Linda reluctantly nods.

Marc busied himself lubing the vibrator and inserting it completely into Linda's vagina. This was not so bad. It was about the same size and length as Marc so accommodating it was not an issue and she was still well lubricated. Then it started to vibrate gently.

"This isn't so bad" thought Linda. Her body was even starting to respond to the stimulation. She even stopped paying attention to what Marc was doing until she felt pressure against her anus.

"Try to relax and breath evenly and it will feel better soon."

The pressure increased as Marc pressed more firmly with his lubricated finger. She was surprised when there was no pain as the finger slipped in but was relieved when it withdrew. Marc squirted more lube directly on her anus and pressed more of it inside this time using two fingers.

Again, Marc withdrew his fingers and spread her cheeks more. Linda felt something cold pressing on her butt hole. She tried to clinch it shut.

"You will find it much less unpleasant if you relax and let it happen rather than trying to fight it."

Linda was near panic but managed to relax a little. The unwelcome pressure continued as the plug slipped gradually through her entrance. Suddenly it slipped into place and the outer flange fell into place. She had a full sensation. It was not unpleasant and certainly was not painful.

"That's a good girl. Does it hurt?"

Linda gave a tentative shake of her head.

"Very good. Now I'm going to unclip your ankles and put the panties on you to keep your toys from falling out."

Marc proceeded to do exactly what he said. The panties were tight and felt like a sexy second skin. Linda found she was anxious to see what they looked like on her.

"Ok. Now I'm going to unclip your wrists then I'll remove the gag and the blindfold."

As soon as her eyes had adjusted, she looked down her body. The nipple clamps and chain were still there but her attention went to the shiny red latex panties. It was really more of a thong, but it fit so snugly her camel toe was obvious.

Suddenly the plug in her anus came alive. Marc adjusted both vibrators so they were barely noticeable. The vibrations were uncoordinated. This created some sort of moving wave of stimulation, moving back and forth between her anus and her pussy. Linda realized the effect was going to be hard to ignore.

Grabbing her nipple chain, Marc led Linda down to the kitchen where she started cooking their meal. They were comfortable with each other's minimal clothing.

The light outside was fading quickly by the time they finished cooking, so Marc found a couple of candles.

Over dinner Marc asked, "Well what did you think of your first bondage experience?"

"It was much more intense than anything I've experienced before. And I am looking forward to what's next. Since you left the cuffs and nipple clamps on me, I assume we are not through yet."

"True."

The power came back on, and the house began to come back to life with lights, TV, and the heat coming back on.

Marc found the TV remote and started switching channels trying to find a local weather report before settling on a local news channel.

The snow was tapering off and supposed to stop sometime before midnight. And while the road crews were already out working to clear the main roads they would be out in force as soon as the snow stopped.

The doorbell rang, startling the two lovers. Marc grabbed his overcoat from beside the door, slipped it on, and answered the door. A man in a power company uniform stepped in and said "Sorry it took so long to get your power on. I just wanted to make sure everything is ok before I move on."

The man looked around and a big smile broke out on his face when he spotted Linda sitting at the table. He was able to see she had restraint cuffs, latex thong, and nipple clamps and nothing else. When she noticed he was looking at her, she turned toward him and spread her legs.

"Thanks." Said Marc, "We're just fine. Thanks for checking." Marc glanced over his shoulder to see what the man was grinning about. When he realized Linda was completely visible and on display, he returned the man's smile. "Yes, we're just fine."

Marc thumbed both remotes increasing the intensity of the vibration. The sudden increase in intensity caused Linda to gasp and flinch bringing her to the very edge of another orgasm. She fought with everything she had not to orgasm in front of the utility man.

As the utility man turned to leave Marc thumbed the controls again and asked him "Any idea when they'll have the roads clear enough for me to take her home to her husband?"

The man turned back and responded "They're saying the weather is going to warm significantly and start melting the snow. The road crews should be out in full force tomorrow. I'd say you can enjoy your time together tonight and probably until tomorrow afternoon. Are you worried about getting her back home or her husband coming here to collect her?"

"I'd be stupid not to worry about him coming here. He certainly knows where she is and knows what she's doing."

"Well unless her husband has access to a truck that can push through the snow you should be safe tonight. If he can get a truck all bets are off."

The man turned and left trudging through the snow back to his utility truck. He shook his head in disbelief and envy as he walked.

Linda had been fighting her orgasm but as the door closed behind the utility man it crashed over her like a tidal wave drowning her in pleasure.

Outside, the utility worker recognized Linda's scream for what it was as he climbed into his truck.

Marc was laughing as he returned to dinner.

"Well, what was all that about?" asked Linda.

"Oh, just checking to make sure we were all right. Oh, he enjoyed your show."

Linda slapped Marc hard on the cheek. "You asshole! That was mean!" she yelled. "You knew he could see me. You were trying to embarrass me. You were trying to get me to cum in front of him."

"Yes. Wasn't it exciting?"

Linda calmed down realizing she did find it exciting. "Yes, I was so embarrassed for him to see me that way - practically naked and fully aroused but I couldn't resist giving him a full-on view. What he must have thought!"

"Oh, he knew exactly what was going on. I asked him when the roads would be clear enough for me to take you back to your husband."

"You did what?"

"You heard me." Marc smiled.

"He must think I'm a real slut."

"Probably. And he wouldn't be wrong. Would he?"

Linda tried to slap Marc again, but he caught her hand in mid-flight.

"Don't be that way. You're having fun and doing what you wanted to do. We've got at least one more day to have fun thanks to the weather. Let's not spoil it."

Linda finally blushed. "I've really turned into a very bad girl. The vibrators are not helping."

"Let's go see if we can add to your repertoire." Said Marc, pulling Linda to her feet.

At the top of the stairs Marc rubbed his thumb once again over the vibrator controls, this time bringing both to maximum. Linda leaned on the wall for support but ended up sliding down the wall and was barely able to crawl to the bedroom as she had her first after dinner orgasm.

Marc adjusted the restraints so Linda could kneel at the edge of the bed. This time it was obvious she was going to have him from behind. Linda offered no resistance as he removed her thong, snugged the gag into place, blindfolded her, moved the nipple chain so it was around her back, and clipped the restraint cuffs into place.

"Ready?"

She nodded.

Marc grasped the vibrating dildo and proceeded to fuck her with it. He pulled it out and slid it up and down her slit, used it on her clit and fucked her fast and slow, shallow, and deep. Linda lost track of how many times she came. Toward the end, it was like one continuous orgasm. She never stopped quivering. Sweat rolled off her body. She lost all track of time.

Finally, Marc paused, leaving the dildo fully inserted in Linda's vagina like a place holder. Linda began to recover when she felt Marc tugging at the butt plug stuck in her ass. As he had said, she had gotten used to having it in there. Now pulling it out was stretching her again. Marc was drizzling cold lube on the plug as he pulled and released it. Marc pulled the plug out and Linda could feel the cold lube trickle into her butt hole. Then Marc squirted lube directly into the gaping hole. Linda flinched feeling the cold liquid stream deep into her.

Shaking her head violently she tried to protest. Before she thought to try tightening it, he was pressing his cock into her virgin ass. She had always denied anal believing it would be painful.

"But this is Marc LaValliere. She is his right now. Or was it more truthful, he is hers right now?" she thought.

Linda was no longer an anal virgin.

Marc did not rush and took his time working slowly deeper into her back door. Even though they had not discussed it, Marc was almost certain he was taking her anal cherry. He always liked to get something his partner had not shared before.

As women usually were, Linda was tight back there. It felt really good. She was beginning to really get into it. Marc reached around front with one hand and tweaked her clit while with the other he pulled on the chain attached to the nipple clamps.

She was coming again. And then again. She fell forward pulling the nipple clamps off her nipples and the pain tipped her into another quivering orgasm even as Marc kept thrusting into her ass and the dildo kept vibrating. Linda's world went black.

When Linda regained consciousness, she was no longer restrained. The cuffs, gag, blindfold, nipple clips, dildo, butt plug, and latex thong were gone. She and Marc were snuggled on top of the bed. The bed was wet and smelled of sex, but Linda was too tired to care and too sore to move. She slept.

**********

When Jim left Linda's parents' house, he felt better knowing they understood what he had to do and why. They were upset with Linda's behavior and would do what they could to help her. If she chose to live there, life would be little better than confinement, and she would have to see a counselor.

Now he faced an even tougher audience. He had to explain to his kids why they would be living with only one parent in such a way that they did not hate either parent for breaking up their happy family.

Emma and Tommy were excited to see their father when he pulled into their aunt and uncle's driveway and ran out to hug him. Their enthusiasm and love lifted his spirits.

"We were planning on building snowmen this afternoon. Come on in and get a cup of hot chocolate before we get started on the snowmen" said Ali from the porch.

They all trooped in, beat the snow off their shoes and sat around the kitchen table discussing who was going to build the best snowman. They divided into teams. Emma got Jim on her team and Tommy got Jon. Ali was going to be the impartial judge.

They bundled up and were heading out the door when Ali pulled Jim aside and whispered "I talked with Sam. I'll fill you in when you get back in."

Jim nodded appreciatively as he headed out the door.

Over the next two hours, the activity never ceased and there was never a moment of silence. Jim did not have a minute to think about Linda. The competition expanded as two neighbor families came out and joined the competition.

When it was time to judge the competition. Everyone agreed all three mothers were to judge. It was a hard decision, but Emma's snowman was awarded first place because she had insisted her snowman hold one of her dolls.

Soon everyone was laughing and having a great time as they sat around the table drinking hot chocolate once again.

"Tommy why don't you get a warm bath in the hall bathroom and put your PJs on. Emma you can have the master bathroom." Ali said.

This met with objections from the two youngsters. But Jim overrode them, and they were off.

Once alone Jim asked Jon "Have you mentioned anything to them about Linda and me?"

"No, I wouldn't have any idea what to say."

"I don't either."

"Do you even know what you're going to do?"

"Only in general terms. I don't see any way around divorce. You know we've always been clear, cheating is a deal breaker', 'once and done', 'once a cheater, always a cheater', you know all those old sayings. I just can't believe she'd do it and in such a way to show total disrespect for me."

"Do you think he gave her some sort of drug or maybe she's had some kind of mental breakdown?"

"No, I don't think so. She looked me right in the eye and said she was going home with him to have sex and that I did not have a say. I think Dee and Linda's girls' night out buddies have been feeding Linda a whole load of crap."

Jon just shook his head.

About this time, Emma came into the kitchen and jumped into Jim's lap for a big hug and kiss. She was followed by Ali smiling broadly. "I'm going to start dinner. You are all staying the night, right?"

Jim nodded. "That would be great, so we don't have to get out in the snow at night.

Dinner was good but Jim just picked at his food while Emma and Tommy ate like they were starved.

With dinner finished Jon said "We rented five movies when we knew Emma and Tommy were coming over. They've seen all but one, maybe we can all watch that."

The children agreed loudly.

"I'll get everything started and you and Ali can clear the dishes and talk some."

"Thanks Jon. Ali, I'll bring the dishes to the kitchen, and you can load the dishwasher."

Once the dishwasher was loaded and running Jon asked, "What did you find out from your friend about her lawyer?"

"Not a whole lot. I told her what I knew about your situation and told her you were a really good guy who didn't deserve this. The lawyer is a woman named Karen Newsom. Sam said she was a good person and that she hated cheaters of either sex. Sam said the odds may be against your getting custody of the children but since Linda left you so publicly with her lover maybe that would help."

"That's kind of what I was hoping."

"Sam said rather than just giving you Karen's name and number she was going to call her and ask her if she would talk with you. I told her you'd probably be staying here tonight but would probably be back home sometime tomorrow. Sam made no promises but said she would try."

"Jim, you know I don't want you to have to go through a divorce. All I'm doing is furnishing you with information so you can make an informed decision."

"Yes Ali. I recognize that and I really appreciate your support and help."

Both children were sound asleep on the sofa when the phone rang at 8:00. Ali answered the phone before it could ring a second time. She handed the phone to Jim and signaled Jon to help her get the children into bed. They did not return.

"Hello." Jim answered the phone.

"Hello Jim. This is Karen Newsom. One of my former clients called and asked me to talk with you so you could make an informed decision about whether you wanted to seek a divorce."

"Hello Karen. Yes, my wife left me rather publicly to spend the night with another man. The man is Marc Lavalliere. She apparently believes she is entitled"

Karen interrupted "Oh, so that was you."

"And I can't see an ending other than divorce What do you mean that was me?"

"Don't you know various videos of your fight and your wife leaving with Marc are going viral all-over social media?"

"No, I had no idea."

"This may sound a little selfish, but I was wishfully dreaming you'd pick me to handle your divorce."

Responding to the shocked silence, Karen continued "Oh, I'm so sorry that was in extremely poor taste and not at all professional. I should have started: Any way other than that. Is it ok if we just start over?"

"Ok. Here we go. Hello this is Jim."

"Hello Jim, my name is Karen. I'm a lawyer specializing in divorce. I understand you have questions."

"Let's start with the fact I WILL be getting a divorce."

"So, no chance of reconciliation? What about counseling? Is it possible that would help the two of you work through this?"

"No. Not interested. There is nothing to work through. My, our understanding about cheating has always been once and done."

"I understand."

"First question is what are the chances I can get custody of my son Tommy and my daughter Emma?"

What are their ages?

"Tommy is eleven and Emma is 13."

"Normally I wouldn't hold out hope, especially as young as they are but since your wife abandoned you so publicly and the abandonment has gone viral on social media, your odds have gone up significantly. If you can demonstrate your good character and your ability to care for the children, the odds will improve even more. It won't be a slam dunk, but you have reason to be hopeful."

"How messy is it going to be, and how can I best protect my children?"

"That's up to your wife. I suggest irreconcilable differences to minimize publicity. We could threaten to change that to adultery as a bargaining chip. You may have to agree to some counseling."

"I don't think counseling would do any good, but, if necessary, ok. How long would counseling take?"

"That varies by judge. And they usually work with input from the counselor."

The discussion went on for over an hour. There were no surprises.

"And finally, what do we do to get the process started?"

"I suggest you go online and cancel your joint credit cards (pay them off if you can) and move half of your joint assets into new accounts in your own name, and start thinking about how you'll split up the household. Make sure you document everything you do. We will have to account for every penny?"

Well, I've already paid off and canceled our joint credit cards. I believe the house and furniture should go to whoever gets custody of the kids. In the meantime, I've already moved her personal items out."

"Good. Where did you move them?"

"I had them delivered to Marc's place, where else?"

The stunned silence was broken by Karen's laughter. "That's a new one. I'm going to have to think about that to make sure there isn't a downside. But I love it. I want all the details."

Jim shared the story of getting Linda's personal items delivered to Marc's place. She interrupted once or twice for more details.

When he was finished, she said "That is great. I'm going to be telling that story for years to come."

"I think we've covered everything. I'll need you to stop by Monday and give me a retainer to make it official then I'll get the paperwork started. I should have the papers ready to be served in a few days. Do you know where yet?"

"No but hopefully I will by the time I get to your office Monday."

As they were about to hang up Jim asked "Oh, I know this is a long shot, but do you have any suggestions about how to tell my children?"

"No. I know it is difficult and I have no suggestions for making it any easier on your children, or on you. Good luck."

After they ended the call, Jon turned off the lights and turned in. Sleep came surprisingly easily.

**********

Sunday

Jim slept better than he expected. He woke to the sound of children trying to play quietly. He got up and wandered into the kitchen.

"Hey there sleepy head." Ali teased. "Here's your coffee, strong, black, and bitter. Right?"

Jim nodded appreciatively.

"I made pancakes for the kids earlier and there are a couple left over if you'd like them warmed. Jon had to run to the store to pick up eggs and bacon if you'd rather wait until he gets back."

"Pancakes sound great."

Ali served the pancakes with butter and syrup. While watching him eat, she asked "How did the talk with Karen go last night?"

"As well or better than expected. She helped me think about the situation and focus more clearly on what I have to do. She will be working on the divorce papers Monday. She liked the part where I had all Linda's things delivered to Marc's house. Now for the hard part."

Ali nodded sadly.

When he finished the pancakes, Jim joined his children in the living room.

"Emma, Tommy we need to talk." A part of Jim recognized the dreaded four words applied in this situation too. "I need you to understand your mom and I had a big disagreement. We will be going home in a little while, but Mom will be staying with one of her friends for a while."

"What did you argue about?" asked Emma.

"We disagreed about her going out Friday nights and how nice some of the people she goes out with really are."

"Will she be staying with one of those friends?" Emma followed up.

"I'm not really sure where she will be staying."

"How long will Mommy be gone?" Emma asked.

"I don't know. But it may be quite a while. You just need to remember we both love you very much."

"Who'll be fixing our food?" Tommy asked.

"I'll be fixing our meals and looking after the house, and I'll need your help. Can I count on you?"

"Yes." they replied in chorus.

Much to Jim's surprise and relief, their interest faded quickly, and they went back to playing happily.

When Jim retreated to the Kitchen where Ali, who had been watching sadly from the doorway, assured Jim "You did a good job they're too young to appreciate what is going on and you made it sound as non-threatening as possible."

Jon walked in with an arm full of grocery sacks. "Hey, can I get some help with the rest?"

Jim let Jon know he had told the kids Linda would not be home for some time.

Ali busied herself, putting up the groceries as they brought them in.

"Why don't you two go play with the kids? I've got a call to make before I fix lunch."

**********

Linda woke with Marc's arm around her, his hand cupping her breast, and his very firm penis pressed between her legs.

As she stirs, Marc starts tweaking her nipples and her pussy becomes wet. She pulls one leg up to give him easier access to her pussy and reaches down to pull him into her.

Marc starts thrusting slowly. Linda thinks how nice it would be to wake up like this every morning.

Marc moves his hand up her chest. Linda is surprised at how large it feels as it surrounds her neck as it begins to tighten. She experiences a moment of panic and tries to get away. The grip on her neck tightens and Marc moves his leg over Linda, preventing her escape.

Linda is in full panic now. She is pinned below Marc, he is thrusting into her, he is constricting her neck, she tries to scream but she doesn't have the breath to utter more than a squeak, and an orgasm is building, the likes of which she has never experienced. Marc continues pounding into her as he continues to restrict the blood and air her body craves so much.

Her vision is growing dim around the edges although she knows her eyes are wide open, her eyes feel like they're about to pop out of her head. She feels Marc's penis throbbing deep inside her. She feels the hot ejaculate splashing on her cervix.

Marc releases his grip on her neck. She feels like the top of her head has exploded as her body is wracked with an orgasm triggered by his simultaneous release of her neck and his sperm. She felt like a quivering gelatin desert for what feels like hours. She is not capable of any thought but the knowledge she has to have this man again and again. Linda sleeps.

When she wakes next, the bed is cold and wet, she is sticky not just between her legs but all over. She staggers to the bathroom where Marc is stepping out of the shower, having finished.

"You scared me when you chocked me!"

"Yeah, it was good, wasn't it?" Marc boasted. "Have I ruined you for returning to your wimp husband?"

Linda considered "I have certainly enjoyed my time with you. I will remember our time for the rest of my life. And I do want to have you again. I always will."

"I warned you while we were dancing, you'd never want to go back. Never want him again."

Then sadly Linda continued "Jim is a great guy, husband, and father. This was supposed to be one night and back to him for his forgiveness. Now with the snow I've been here two days. I've got to get cleaned up and put this fantasy behind me."

"I know I've enjoyed you more than anyone recently too. Get a shower, when you're clean we can talk about what we want to do in the future. I believe we can work out a way to get together again."

Linda stepped into the shower. She washed her hair and scrubbed vigorously all over. The warm water helped to relax tight muscles although she knew she'd still be sore for a while. She even smiled as she remembered the old mime about walking bow-legged for a few days.

As she cleaned, she noted the sore spots of beginning bruises all around her legs and working outward to wrists, ankles, and even her throat.

Once out of the shower and dried off she checked her body for apparent damage. She noted faint bruises on her wrists and ankles. The red handprints on her ass were no longer visible. Her pussy was red and swollen, no big surprise there. There were marks on her breasts, again no surprise. Her neck was red where Marc had used his large hand but that should fade quickly.

Turning, she noticed the tattoo. It hadn't washed off.

She grabbed a washcloth and soap and started scrubbing to remove it. Nothing she tried diminished it at all just turning the surrounding skin bright red.

"Marc!" she screamed.

Marc poked his head into the bathroom. "What now?"

"The tattoo. It isn't coming off." She wailed.

"Yeah. It will fade over the next two or three weeks."

"You said it was temporary."

"It is. It's just henna."

"I'm already in more trouble than I bargained for. We got snowed in. Now you've branded and tatooed me. Jim had my things delivered here. I don't know where I can go and what's happening in the real world."

"Oh yeah, you need to do something with all your stuff. You can call a moving company to pick it up for you. Maybe you can ride home with them since it doesn't look like enough snow has melted to let me get the Ferrari out."

"Getting it picked up shouldn't be a big issue. Where to take it is what I need to figure out." Said Linda, losing patience. "My phone is dead can I use your charger?"

"Sure. It's on the bedside table."

While the phone was charging Linda fixed their breakfast. They ate in silence.

As they finished breakfast Marc asked "When do you think we can get together again? I could meet you for lunch at the Hyatt. They have a good room service menu. I could make it Thursday afternoons."

Surprised at his lack of concern for her situation Linda responded "I don't think that's going to work. Certainly not any time soon."

"Ok, just give me a call when you're ready. You are a really good fuck. I'll always work you in."

Linda excused herself, barely holding back her tears. "Maybe my phone has enough charge to let me make some calls while it finishes charging."

Linda ran to the bedroom where she found her phone to be working as long as it stayed plugged in.

"Mom!" Linda said when her mom answered the phone.

"Hello Linda. What can I do for you?"

Linda could feel the chill down the line.

"Mom, I know I've messed things up badly. And I know you're mad at me, but I need your help. I need dad to rent a truck and come pick me up." Linda sobbed.

"Yes. We're disappointed in you and your behavior, but you are our daughter. Jim explained what was going on and that he had your things delivered to you. Where are you?"

Shame overwhelmed Linda, she did not even know where she was, but her husband had known. She could no longer prevent her tears and sobs. She covered the phone, regained limited control, and yelled "Marc, what's your address here?"

She relayed the address to her mother.

"And where are we taking your things?"

"Mom, I have no idea. I haven't talked with Jim. Can they stay in your garage for a day or two while I get this all sorted out?"

"Yes, we can do that. The snow is melting quickly, and the road crews are out in force. Your dad checked the address and said we should be able to get a truck and be there mid-afternoon. We'll get started now."

They said goodbye.

Linda considered calling Dee but realized she did not have anything to say to her. She left her phone charging and went downstairs.

Linda dressed for the first time since she arrived. She couldn't find her thong then remembered she had given it to Jim; It seemed like such a long time ago. Her dress was wrinkled from having just been thrown aside damp.

Marc was watching a replay of some game he had missed. He looked up as Linda descended the stairs. "Hey, you look really good in that dress. But better out of it."

"My parents are getting a truck and should be here to pick me up sometime this afternoon." Linda said as she flopped onto the couch.

"How about getting us snacks and beers from the kitchen. I bet you're too sore to want to play right now."

"Yep." Linda thought to herself "Yep, I'm too sore." She smiled at the double meaning.

**********

"Ali, you don't need to fix us lunch. I've already been too much trouble. We should get going."

"Nonsense! You and the kids are no trouble. Besides, I know your kitchen skills. You're staying. I'll not have you starve my niece and nephew." Ali said with a broad smile.

So, it was decided. Jim and Jon were to have fun with the kids.

Ali took her phone to the bedroom and called her sister-in-law's mother.

"Hello Ali, it has been a while since I heard from you."

"Hey Rebecca. Sorry it has been so long, but I need to talk with you about what's going on with Jim and Linda."

"Yes, we know. Jim was here yesterday to let us know."

"Good so I'm not telling you anything you don't already know."

"No, in fact we've known there was a problem brewing for several months. We are very ashamed of Linda's behavior. We caught her out with her Friday night girlfriends and short circuited at least one incident. But we didn't see this coming."

"What are your plans going forward?"

"As disappointed as we are with her behavior, she is still our daughter. We'll be letting her stay with us for now."

"Good. At least she'll have positive support."

"In fact, Jeff and I are on our way right now to pick her and her belongings up from Marc LaValliere's. Do you know where Jim is? We couldn't reach him to tell him we were going to pick Linda up."

"He's here right now. Probably has his phone off."

"How are Emma and Tommy? Do they know what is going on?"

"They're fine. Jim has told them Linda will be staying with a friend for a while. I guess that's the best for them at least for now."

"I think so too. Do you have a feel for what he is going to do?"

"I'm pretty sure divorce. He spoke at length with a lawyer last night."

"I hate to hear that, but I can't really blame him. I don't know what I'd do if Jeff ever cheated on me, but it wouldn't be pleasant."

"I hear you." Ali replied. "Do you think counseling might do any good? If they'd even agree to it."

"I can't see how it could hurt. Do you know anyone we could suggest?"

"No but I'll see what I can come up with."

"Sounds good. Gotta go now we're picking up the truck. Please stay in touch."

"You too."

Ali sat thinking, trying to think of any way for Jim and Linda to get past this and stay married.

Once again, she reached out to Sam.

"Hey Sam. Thanks for recommending Karen Newsom. She called Jim last night and they talked a long time."

"Yeah, she called me this morning all excited to thank me and ask what I knew about Jim. Apparently, she had seen a video of Linda leaving Jim at the club on the Internet and was trying to figure out how to contact the guy in the video but didn't know who he was. I know she will do a really good job for him. She hates cheaters with a passion."

Laughing Ali asked "Do you know a good counselor? I don't know if couples' counseling would help, in fact, I rather doubt it would, but Jim will probably need help getting over Linda. He practically worships her or did. A real shame she fell in with the wrong group."

"Sorry. No, I don't know a good one. The couple's counselor we saw was just trying to get us to forgive and forget without trying to identify why my ex cheated in the first place. Nope, won't even give you her name."

"No, that's not what I'm looking for. Thanks."

Ali put the phone down.

Maybe counseling was not such a good idea. She knew Jim would certainly not be receptive to a counselor like Sam had experienced either.

"Damn!" she thought to herself, she loved them both and she thought they were good together. She just did not understand where it all went wrong. She did not want either to be hurt but she could no longer see a future where they were together and that meant pain and not just for the two of them but for the broader family.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She realized tears were rolling down her cheeks and wiped them away quickly as Jon opened the door.

"We're beginning to get hungry downstairs and were" he noticed her red moist eyes and continued with concern "Hey what's wrong sweetheart?"

"Nothing, just thinking about Jim and Linda. I love them so much and all I see in their future is pain."

"I know." Jon said sadly. "Want me to fix sandwiches for lunch?"

"No, I'll be right down. Just give me a minute to splash some cold water on my face."

Minutes later Ali popped her head out of the kitchen to ask "What kind of sandwiches and who wants soup with their sandwich? Lasagna is going to have to wait for dinner."

The children ate more enthusiastically than the adults. The meal helped lift everyone's mood. The conversation was varied but never lagged.

**********

Early afternoon Marc and Linda heard a truck pull up outside followed by the doorbell ringing. Marc made no move to answer the door.

"That must be your folks here to pick you up. You go out front and show them the garage door and I'll open the door so you can get the stuff loaded."

Linda went out the front door and led her parents to the garage just as it opened.

Linda's father opened the truck and the three of them started loading the boxes. It didn't take long but Marc stood and watched without offering to help. Not a word was spoken until all the boxes were loaded.

Linda realized her phone was still upstairs on the charger. She rushed past Marc to the bedroom to get it. She paused briefly staring at the mess of soiled covers. The smell of sex was still strong in the room. She ran out of the room crying, down the stairs, and into the garage.

As Linda passed Marc, he grabbed her, pulling her against him as if to kiss her goodbye. She pushed him away but not before noticing her dad starting toward Marc.

"It's ok dad."

"I'm looking forward to our next time." Marc said loud enough for all to hear.

Linda climbed into the cab between her mom and dad. She was dreading the conversation as they drove back to her parents' house. However, before long she realized the silence was even worse because the only conversation she was having was with herself and she was being rougher on herself than her parents would have been.

**********

By late afternoon Jon's whole house smelled of Lasagna. Even Emma and Tommy had expressed interest. Ali doled out tasks. Emma and Tommy were setting the table, Jim was making the salad, and Jon was selecting a wine. Ali removed two large casserole dishes from the oven, replacing them with a long loaf of French bread.

Plates were filled and then emptied almost as quickly. Seconds were offered and consumed.

While the three adults cleaned the kitchen, the children watched another movie.

"Jon, Ali, I want you to know how much I appreciate your support this weekend. I've got to go home and get things back to routine as much as possible not just for the kids but for myself. We've got to sleep in our own beds, get up at the usual time, get to school, get to work. Our lives are going to be turned upside down for a while but we're all going to need as much stability and normalcy as possible."

Ali responded for the couple "Jim, you know you, Emma, and Tommy are welcome here as long and as often as you need. And so are you. But we understand you need to take control of what you can because the next few weeks will be rough. We love you and will be here for you any time."

Jim noticed tears in Ali's eyes and felt his eyes watering too.

Jim strode to the doorway and announced to his children "Guys, pack up your things we need to get home before it gets too late."

They scurried around gathering their belongings.

"Jim, I baked a second pan of lasagna for you to take home. It's all ready to go so all you'll have to do is warm it in the microwave. Don't forget to have a salad or some other vegetables with it."

"Thanks, but that's enough for at least two meals."

After a full round of hugs and kisses, Jim departed with his children.

On the way home, everyone was silent. Jim wondered if Emma and Tommy were, like him, wondering what their future held.

When they got home, Jim reminded them "Tomorrow's a school day so you need to get showers and ready for bed. If you're quick about it, we can watch TV before bedtime."

That was all it took. They scurried upstairs. Tommy was first to return and was scanning channels for something they could all enjoy.

Emma walked silently into the kitchen where Jim was cleaning up after dividing the lasagna into two separate portions and getting them stowed away. Catching Jim by surprise "Are you and mom getting a divorce?" she asked.

Jim turned from the sink. Emma ran to him, and they hugged.

A quick internal debate took place in Jim's mind and truth won out. "I'm afraid so, sweetheart."

Silent tears rolled down both faces before Jim continued "But you know we both love you and we'll still be your parents."

"Why? Why can't we still be a family? Does mom have another boy friend?"

"WOW! Where does a 13-year-old learn all this?" Jim thought to himself. Aloud, Jim responded "Let's just say your mom and I have discovered we don't feel the same about each other as we did when we got married and I believe everyone will be happier if we don't try to live together."

"Is that why mom goes out Friday nights without us?"

"Right to the heart of the matter. How perceptive" thought Jim. "Yes, that is part of the problem, but I don't know if that is the cause or a result. Either way, there is a lot of sadness there."

"Do you hate mom?"

"No, sweetheart. I love your mom. Very much. That's part of why I'm so hurt and sad. I will miss her just as much as you and Tommy will. But we've just changed too much over time."

"If you still love her, why can't we all still be together?"

Jim smiled at his daughter's simplistic thinking. "There are adult issues involved that I don't think I'm ready to discuss with you and Tommy yet. Let's just say there are some things love is not strong enough to overcome."

"You mean sex? Is she cheating?"

"OK. I know I'm not ready to discuss my sex life with my 13-year-old daughter. And I really do not want to say anything about your mom that might make you have bad feelings about her."

"So, she ran off with another man? To have sex? That's why she's not here isn't?"

"Are you going to let me get away with not answering that knowing I will not lie to you?"

"You know that is an answer, don't you?"

"How did you get so smart?" Jim asked with a small smile, trying to reduce the tension in the conversation.

"I have smart parents. Well, I have one smart parent." Emma smiled.

"Does Tommy know anything?"

"Who are you kidding? Tommy? He's clueless." Emma laughed.

"Let's keep it that way for now. OK?"

"Sure dad."

"How about you? Are you OK?"

"I hate mom. I can't believe what she's done to us. But other than that, I'm OK."

"I don't want you to hate your mom. I want you to discuss everything that's going on with her too. Right now, you've only heard my side. You owe it to her and to yourself to get her side of the story too. I don't expect you to repeat anything she says to you but you do need to talk with her."

Emma hugged her dad again.

Tommy yelled "You guys coming, or what?"

Emma laughed "See? Clueless."

After the movie, they all crashed.

**********

Her parents helped Linda move her boxes from the back of the truck into their garage.

While her father returned the truck, her mom helped Linda organize the boxes and find the clothes and other things she'd need Monday morning.

Conversation was minimal, limited to what they were doing. Neither could think of a way to start a meaningful conversation about the elephant in the room.

It was her father, when he returned, who found the key to starting the conversation. "What's that on your neck?"

Linda reached up to cover the tattoo and dissolved into tears, sobbing so hard she needed help to keep from collapsing on the floor. Her mother provided that help and guided her stricken daughter to a chair at the kitchen table. She prepared a pot of tea pouring three cups.

With all three seated around the table, Rebecca started "Calm yourself darling and whenever you're ready, tell us what you need to tell us. We love you and we're here for you, no matter what. Now sip your tea."

Linda continued to cry for a few minutes. Her parents waited in silence. Their expressions did not contain the condemnation Linda was expecting but instead communicated their love and support."

Linda tried to talk but all she could manage was a series of hiccups every time she tried.

"Finish your tea and I'll pour you another." Rebecca said.

Eventually, the hiccups stopped. Linda didn't look up but fastened her eyes on her cup.

"Mom, Dad, I've messed up. I can't even communicate how badly I've messed things up. I know you know I left Jim Friday night to go spend the night with Marc LaValliere. You know I was still there when you picked me up this afternoon. I know you know Jim somehow managed to have my things delivered to Marc's house since you had to collect them when you picked me up."

"I'm sure it comes as no shock I had sex with Marc, multiple times. It was supposed to be just one night and then back home to Jim. But we got snowed in. Then we found Jim had delivered my things to Marc's."

"Dee said Jim would be mad but assured me he loved me enough to let me have the one night. That he would forgive me and take me back. She said it would even benefit my marriage. Dee told me when her husband Dave finds out she's been with another man he is mad for a week or two. She gives him all the makeup sex he can handle, and he forgives her."

"Dee told Marc about me, how ripe for the picking I was, and that I'd be at the club to celebrate with Jim. Dee knew Marc found it a big ego boost to claim a married woman in front of her husband and whisk her away for a night of sex."

"The stage was set. We all played our parts. Except Jim. He actually confronted me and Marc as we were trying to leave. Jim actually faced Marc down. Marc hit Jim once. There would have been a big fight. I know Marc would have hurt Jim. But two security guards broke it up. I left with Marc."

"You can pretty much guess the rest. I'm too ashamed and embarrassed to tell anyone about what all we did. I did let Marc put this temporary tattoo on my neck. I was expecting it to wash off but apparently it takes a couple of weeks."

"Oh, I've destroyed everything. Jim hates me. He's already thrown me out. My marriage is gone. My kids will hate me." Linda dissolved into another flood of tears. Her parents exchanged glances that indicated they were surprised at her forthrightness and the fact she could get it all out without breaking down in the middle.

Moving to her daughter, Rebecca put her arm around Linda's shoulders, pulled her into a hug and said "There, there. Now that we have that out of the way, we can start the healing process. Let's get you a nice soothing warm shower and into bed.

Her mom took Linda upstairs, helped her get what she needed for her shower and then helped her get in bed.

Linda fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Downstairs her parents sat at the table again. Rebecca started the conversation "Phew, that was bad. I saw your phone. Did you get it recorded."

"Yep. I wasn't sure it was a good idea, but I figured we can always delete it. There wasn't really much we didn't already know."

"I'd say keep it for now. I don't know how it can ever help but who knows the future."

Jeff put away the phone. "Do you think they have any chance?"

"I doubt it, but we can't say that to Linda."

"No." Agreed Jeff sadly. "When she is a little calmer, we will have to convince her to get tested for STDs."

"Yep."

**********

After Linda and her family departed Marc quickly edited the videos he had recorded and packed a box with all the toys he and Linda had used over the weekend without bothering to clean them, a USB drive, and a brief note to Jim.

Jim,

Linda enjoyed these toys so much over the weekend we thought the two of you might want them as a reminder of our time together. The video files on the USB drive might come in handy if you don't know how to use any of the toys.

The tattoo on her neck is so everyone who sees her will know she's mine and she's not just bragging that I took her. Next time we get together we'll make it permanent.

Thanks for letting me use her. She's an amazing fuck. I'm looking forward to next time.

Marc

Marc had a courier pick the package up for delivery to Jim's work the next morning.

**********

Monday

Getting Emma and Tommy ready and off to school went without a hitch. Everyone was dressed, fed, and out the door on time.

Jim arrived his usual half hour early for work. He checked his calendar for upcoming meetings, reviewed his open projects, and read and cleared his in box. He also checked his group's calendar to find no one had time off scheduled this week.

As he was finishing this, Gary showed up at his door "When you have reviewed everything that's going on and have a minute, how about stopping by my office."

Jim nodded. "I'll be right there."

"OK. Bring your coffee." And Gary was gone.

Ten minutes later, coffee mug in hand Jim was at Gary's door.

"Close the door and have a seat."

"Thanks."

"I can't say I'm surprised to see you here this morning because I know how dedicated you are but after Friday, I know you can use some time off."

"Thanks. You are right. This morning I've gone over everything I've got on my plate. I can move or delegate everything so I can be out for a week with minimal impact here. Will it be ok if I take the rest of the week off?"

"Sure, not a problem. Is there anything else we can do to support you?"

"I don't know. I'm still working my way through everything."

"I don't want to pry but if it would help to talk, I've got two functional ears you can bend. I've known you and Linda for years and consider you both close friends. If you need someone to bounce thoughts off of or just someone to vent to, I'm your man."

"You already know almost everything I do. Since we talked on Friday, I've learned they got snowed in. Not surprising based on how hard it was snowing. I've heard she's probably staying with her parents."

"How are your kids? Emma and Tommy, right?"

"Yep. They're good, I guess. I told them Linda was spending time with a friend. Emma called me on it. I'm shocked at how insightful a thirteen-year-old can be." Jim smiled as he added "She even assured me Tommy was clueless."

"Yes, they certainly grow up fast."

Changing the topic, Jim asked "Have you seen the videos on social media?"

"No. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You can't go anywhere without a hundred people around you, recording everything. What's out there?"

"I haven't checked yet, but my lawyer told me videos of my confrontation with Marc have already gone viral. I need to see how bad it looks but I don't know if I even want to see them. Would it be too much to ask you to take a look and let me know?"

"I'll be glad to do a little research and let you know what I find. Then you can look at them if and when you need to. Why don't you make your time off official, postpone what you can, and reassign the rest. I should have some links for you before you're ready to leave. Then you should get out of here."

"Thanks. I've got a meeting with my lawyer at 11:00 so I'll be hanging around until about 10:30. I'm going to pick up new locks on my way home."

Jim returned to his desk.

Just as he finished getting everything ready for being gone for a week, Mike, the office mail person, showed up with a box. "A courier just dropped this off for you and since it was an overnight delivery I wanted to bring it to you right away."

"Thanks, but I wasn't expecting anything rush. Hang on. I'm leaving for the rest of the week and may need you to take this to someone else."

Jim opened the box but was not prepared for what he found. Jim pulled out the note, read it, and tossed it back in the box. He noted Mike was blushing while trying to act like he hadn't seen the contents of the box.

Mike was glad to leave when Jim said, "I won't be sending this to anyone else."

Mike almost ran over Gary in his hurry to leave.

"What was that all about?" Gary asked.

Jim tipped the box up for Gary to see.

"Who's that from?" asked Gary.

"Guess. No, don't waste your time. It's from Marc."

"Oh. Well, here's a list of some of the sites with videos. They're all pretty much the same, just from different angles. As far as the fight goes, I'd say you came off as the good guy, looks like Marc took a swing at you and missed. You don't have to read much between the lines to realize what's going on. You were there, I don't think you need to look at the videos. They may prove useful to your lawyer, but you said she has already seen them."

"She really seemed delighted with them. Said they might help when determining child custody."

"Yeah. I bet. She can't deny she's leaving with Marc and in some you can hear some of your discussion with her." Gary chuckled. "Hey, you know what? I bet your lawyer would be delighted to have this box too."

"I bet you're right."

"And Mike was here when you opened it, right?"

"Yeah?"

"So, he can swear you haven't added or removed anything."

"Oh, I see where you're going with that. Good idea."

"So, get that stuff out of here and go see your lawyer."

"OK, I'm gone"

**********

It was bright when Linda woke, alone. She had slept alone for the first time in a very long time. Thinking back she realized that except for Jim's business travel, this was the first time she had slept alone since she and Jim married. Then she remembered the last two nights had not been with Jim. The tears began again as she curled into a ball.

Rebecca had been checking on Linda periodically, wanting to let her daughter get as much sleep as possible. This time she heard Linda's sobs and knocked on the door.

"Come on down for breakfast."

"Be right there mama."

"I called your work to let them know you were sick."

"Thanks mama."

Linda pulled on a robe, washed her face, and descended. Even before she made it into the kitchen, Linda could recognize the aromas of coffee and waffles with maple syrup. Her dad was sitting at the table sipping on his mug of coffee over an empty plate.

"If you'd slept any longer, I'd have had another waffle." Her dad teased her.

Linda poured herself a mug of coffee and splashed some milk in it. Before she was seated at the table, her mom had a large steaming waffle at her place. Her dad pushed the butter and syrup across the table toward her.

Her mom joined them at the table with her coffee.

The butter finished melting as Linda poured syrup over her waffle she said, "I guess we need to talk."

Her mom responded "we do. Do you want me to start, or do you want to go first?"

Studying her waffle Linda started off. "I'll go first since I want to start by apologizing for having to ask you and dad to pick me up at Marc's house. I want you two to know I am ashamed of how I behaved this past weekend. I know you didn't raise me that way. I don't know what prompted me to do what I did."

"It is not just this weekend" Her dad started but Rebecca cut him off.

"Jeff, let me handle this for now. It will be more confusing with all of us talking at the same time. If I miss something, please bring it up after I've run my course."

"Your dad's right, your inappropriate behavior started weeks or months ago. Your Friday night outings with the girls, especially with Dee, were nothing more than a recipe for trouble. Somehow, they convinced you it was all right to forsake your marriage vows."

"But it would have just been sex. I didn't love the guy. He didn't love me. It didn't mean anything."

"How could it be 'just sex'? Sex is an intimate act, an act that binds a couple together, not just physically but emotionally as well."

"Sex and love are separate. What I nearly did back then took nothing away from Jim. I was still there for him, still made love with him."

"And I suppose you're going to say leaving with another man in front of your friends for all the world to see took nothing away from Jim?"

"He chased me and made the scene, not me. He made a big deal of it. If he hadn't, Marc and I would have just slipped away, and I'd have been back to Jim Saturday morning. I didn't cause the snow that kept me from getting home Saturday morning."

"Linda, infidelity IS a big deal, as is disrespect. You did both Friday night. If you hadn't we wouldn't be having this conversation and you'd be home with your family."

Jeff's fidgeting had been growing steadily until Rebecca put a calming hand on his hand.

"What makes you think you're entitled to run off with another man any time you feel like it?"

"I've been a faithful wife for all these years. I deserve a reward."

"Oh? And what reward would Jim deserve for being a faithful, loving, respectful husband? Are you saying he should be unfaithful?"

Linda flushed with anger. "No. He wouldn't do that to me."

With a slow, sad shake of her head Rebecca continued "I agree he wouldn't. But according to your logic it would be ok if he did."

Linda started to object but her mom continued.

"We're going to have to agree to disagree on your attitude. Regardless, what you need to do first is get tested for any disease you may have picked up from Marc."

"Don't be ridiculous. Marc's clean. They take good care of professional athletes. I don't need to be tested."

"You don't know who else he may be having sex with. It is just a matter of personal responsibility."

"Oh, OK. I'd be embarrassed to go to my doctor for the test but I guess I could go to one of the walk-in clinics."

"That's good. What are your plans going forward? Since your possessions are no longer welcome at Jim's home, I assume you aren't either. So, where are you planning to stay?"

"Would it be ok for me to stay here until Jim takes me back?"

"If you're planning to stay here, we are going to set up some ground rules. You are going to have to agree to the rules and abide by them. The rules we have in mind will have you coming straight home from work every night and letting us know where you are at all times. And there will be no Friday night girls' partying."

"I'll have to talk with Jim to see when he'll let me come home." Linda said with gathering anger "But in the meantime you can't keep me in jail."

"Since you can't or won't control your behavior, we will." Jeff said. He got an elbow in his ribs for his trouble.

Rebecca said "Why don't you try to give Jim a call. The sooner you talk the better your chances are. At the very least, you'll need to arrange to pick up your car."

"Good thought. I'll call him from my room." Linda refilled her coffee and headed for her bedroom.

Linda was dreading talking with Jim because she didn't know what she had to offer as an explanation or as a way to get her marriage back on track.

It occurred to Linda she should call Dee first to get her advice.

Dee answered the phone with "Hey lucky. Tell me all about it."

"The sex was great. Marc is so big and powerful. We did things Jim and I never did. And his athletic stamina" Linda trailed off.

"That's all I get? I want details. Are you still at Marc's or are you back home?"

"That's a sore point. I told you he had my stuff delivered to Marc's. Well, my stuff and I are at my parents'. I had to ask them to pick me up. They weren't happy. I haven't heard from Jim since I left with Marc Friday night."

"Have you tried to call him?"

"Once but I missed him, I'm getting ready to now. Do you have any suggestions on how I should play this?

"Not really. Definitely 'sorry you hurt him'. 'You only love him.' 'It was just sex.' Oh, don't mention how good it was. Beg him to let you come home and make it up to him. Let him know you'd clean him out in a divorce and keep the kids away from him."

"Thanks. Wish me luck."

"Let me know how it goes."

They disconnected and Linda selected Jim's number.

**********

Jim was early for his appointment with Karen, his lawyer, but she didn't keep him waiting long.

"I love a man bearing gifts." she said with a smile eying the box in Jim's hands.

"It's not what you're thinking. Copies of our financial and other papers are on this flash drive." Jim said pulling a flash drive out of his pocket and handing it to her.

She inserted it into her laptop and browsed the contents for a while "That's good, comprehensive, well organized, and good file names. You are to be congratulated. So, what's in the box?"

"A gift I received from Marc this morning."

Karen pulled out the note and read it. "He is really rubbing your nose in it isn't he? Do I dare ask what is on the flash drive?"

"I haven't looked at it. I'm pretty sure I know but I'm not sure I want to remove all doubt. Does that make any sense at all?"

"Yes, it does. It tells me a good bit about you as a man and the fact you still love Linda."

Tapping the flash drive on the side of her laptop "Would it be OK if I reviewed the content for you?"

"I would prefer you didn't. I can't imagine any way it wouldn't be very offensive."

"I'd like to see if there is anything that can help us with your divorce. Besides, I am an uninvolved party." Then with a big grin she continued "And I don't object to a little porn now and then."

Her smile and comment lightened the atmosphere in the room.

"OK but don't sue me if you find it too offensive."

This time he got a big smile that warmed the room.

"I've been appropriately warned." She teased back.

She inserted the drive and Jim appreciated that she muted the sound and turned the screen so it was impossible for Jim to see the content.

Karen clicked through several files, some were stills and others were videos.

"Well, I think you do need to take a look at these sometime when you are alone, and I stress alone. This would not be appropriate for your children. I don't normally recommend alcohol, but you might want to have a drink or two as you watch. Also, if you have no objection I'd like to make a copy for potential use in the divorce."

"Yes, you're welcome to make a copy."

"Can I also take pictures of the box and its contents? And get a copy of the note?"

"Sure."

"Do you think Linda knows Marc sent you this?"

"Last Thursday I wouldn't have believed it but today I don't feel like I even know what she's capable of."

"How are you planning to use all of this?"

"I doubt there is any way to recover anything from Marc. It would be uncertain he would care one way or another since what he did is no longer actionable. He might even think it improved his reputation. However, it may help with child custody and the threat of having the content played in open court may help expedite your divorce."

Jim nodded. "Too bad we can't get Marc. I'd love to take him down."

"As I tell all my clients 'Don't do anything stupid.' If you go to jail you'd automatically lose custody."

"What's next?"

"I get started on your paperwork. How about stopping by Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 to review the papers."

"I'll be here at 4:30."

"Do you know where and when you'd like her served?"

"Not yet. Let me do some checking. I know her parents picked her up from Marc's and I believe she spent last night with them. If she ends up going to girls' night out, I think it would be appropriate to have her served at the club in front of the whole group."

Laughing, Karen responded "I like how you think."

As they were finishing, Jim's phone rang. He looked at it and turned it so Karen could see it was Linda calling before answering it on speaker.

"Hello"

"Jim, I'm so sorry. Where are you? Can I come over so we can talk this through?"

"I don't think we have anything to talk through. Your actions made how things stand very clear Friday night. Besides, I'm just leaving my lawyer's and not planning to go straight home."

There was a shrill wail terminated by the click of the phone being disconnected.

Jim and Karen looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Well Karen would you like to keep your client honest by letting me buy you lunch before I go home?"

"I normally don't let clients buy me meals but in an effort to keep you from telling falsehoods it seems like" she paused "Oh heck. No beating around the bush. I like you and would enjoy getting to know you better. Lunch sounds like a safe way to get started."

They left the office together.

**********

Rebecca heard Linda's wail downstairs and hurried upstairs to check on her.

As Rebecca entered Linda sat up, tears running down her cheeks. Between sobs Linda said, "He was meeting with a lawyer."

Rebecca sat down and hugged her daughter, trying to comfort her.

**********

On his way home, Jim noticed his mood was much improved. He had enjoyed talking with Karen over lunch. They found they had several interests in common and the conversation did not lag without even discussing Linda at all.

He stopped on the way home and picked up new lock sets for his doors.

Once home he moved Linda's car from the garage to the end of the driveway and changed the garage code. Then he spent the rest of the afternoon changing the door locks.

He finished the locks with an hour to spare before Emma and Tommy were due home from school.

Rather than call Linda to let her know her car was on the driveway for her to pick it up, he called Jeff.

"Hey Jeff."

"Hey Jim. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good under the circumstances. How are things there?"

"A little tense. Beca has taken Linda to get tested for any possible STDs she might have picked up."

"I understand. That's not even something I thought about. I believe this was her first time, but I guess I need to get checked too. I'm glad you are looking after her."

"I don't know how to apologize to you for her behavior."

"You can't because you and Rebecca have nothing to apologize for. Our situation is all Linda's doing. I certainly don't blame you and hope we can stay friends."

"Me too."

"You've probably heard I've seen a lawyer and have started the paperwork for a divorce."

"Yeah, I did hear something like that. My hearing may never recover."

"I don't want to put you on the spot. But if you could tell Linda I've changed the locks on the house and the garage code I would appreciate it. Also, I've put her car on the driveway so she can pick it up tonight. I'm going to take the kids out to dinner so if she could pick it up while we're out, that would be good. I'll leave the spare key in the glove compartment in case she doesn't have her keys with her."

"Yep. As soon as we get off the phone I'll call Beca and suggest they pick the car up on their way home. Anything else?

"Yes. Is Linda staying there with you?"

"That's the current plan. And for what it's worth, we're going to keep a tight rein on her while she's here, for her own good."

"I am planning on having her served there in the evening unless you think she'd rather be served at work."

"I agree here would be better. Your asking shows more consideration than she deserves. Thank you."

"Thanks Jeff."

"Bye Jim"

Looking at the clock, Jim realized it was time for his children to get home. Then he remembered he had pocketed the flash drive Marc sent but the package was sitting on the front seat of his car. He ran to the garage, grabbed the package, dashed to his bedroom closet and hid the box on a high shelf.

His doorbell rang and he ran downstairs to answer it.

Standing on the front porch were Emma and Tommy looking confused. "My key didn't work." Said Emma as they entered.

"That's right. I changed the locks today. Come on in the kitchen. I've got new keys for both of you."

After the key exchange Jim said, "We're going to Chuck-e-Cheese's for dinner."

Emma said, "But it's a school night and we have to do homework."

Tommy chimed in "I don't have any homework tonight except to study for a spelling quiz. I can practice that on the way."

"What about you, Emma? Do you have too much homework to be able to go?"

"No, I guess not I have a couple of paragraphs to write for history. I've already read the chapters in the book and could take a notebook and work on it while we wait for our food."

"Everybody wash up and let's go."

Linda's car was gone when they returned.

**********

After Jeff's call, Rebecca verified Linda had her car keys and they headed to Linda's house. Rebecca waited in the car while Linda ran to the front door and tried her key. When that failed she walked back to her car waved her mom off and stood beside the car crying.

Jemma Hayes, one of Linda's neighbors was walking her dog. She saw Linda run to the door, try her key, and return to her car. She headed over to chat with Linda before noticing she was in tears.

"What's wrong Linda? Are you locked out?"

Startled at the intrusion, Linda responded "It would seem so?"

"Is there anything I can do to help? Would you like to come in and have a something to drink until Jim and the kids get back?"

"No, I've got to go." And with that she got in the car and drove back to her parents'.

**********

Dinner took longer than expected so Jim sent the kids to their rooms to get ready for bed as soon as they got home.

"I'll be up in a few minutes to say goodnight."

Jim tidied up downstairs and headed upstairs to perform the nightly goodnight ritual. First he stopped in Tommy's room. He was already in bed with the light out.

"Goodnight Tommy. I know you'll do well on your spelling quiz tomorrow."

"Thanks dad."

Next he poked his head in Emma's door, Emma looked Jim in the eyes asked quietly "Mom's car was out on the drive when we got home from school, we have new locks, and now Mom's car is gone. Mom's not coming back is she?"

Jim shook his head sadly. "I don't think so."

As he turned to leave, he heard Emma quietly crying into her pillow. It broke his heart.

Jim decided to turn in too. It was a bit early but he was tired from his busy, stressful day.

In his bedroom he unloaded his pockets into the bowl on the dresser and realized he was still carrying Marc's USB drive around with him. He picked it up, looked at it, and weighed what to do with it. Finally clenching it in his hand thinking "you should always act on your lawyer's advice" he went downstairs to his office and fired up his laptop.

He muted the sound, not wanting to take a chance his children could hear anything. He plugged the drive in and opened the drive. There were twelve files with timestamps ranging from Friday night through Sunday. The length of the videos varied but probably averaged thirty minutes in length. Jim understood the implication of the number of files and the timestamps.

Jim started watching the first file. The quality wasn't great. It seemed to be a single camera mounted in a fixed location. But it was not possible for Jim to deny the woman with Marc was his wife Linda. It was also not possible to deny Linda was enjoying herself. After fifteen minutes, Jim lost interest in the details and began skipping through the files. He learned Linda had done numerous things with Marc she'd refused to do with him such as anal and bondage and things neither of them would have even considered such as choking and torture.

When he finished he knew he would have to watch the videos with sound to try to put the things he'd seen her doing in context. He was surprised to find he had an erection and decided he would have to ask a therapist about that.

He shut down his computer, hid the flash drive away, and went upstairs to bed, peaking in the kid's bedrooms on the way. He always loved to see them sleeping peacefully.

Once in bed, sleep came slowly as images from the videos kept flashing through his mind.

Finally, exhaustion took hold and he found sleep.

**********

Linda cried herself to sleep.

**********

Tuesday was back to work for Linda, so she was up early. Rebecca had breakfast ready when Linda made it to the kitchen. Linda ate and readied herself for work.

As she was leaving, her mom reminded her "Don't forget, straight home from work this evening."

"Yeah mom, I remember."

And she was gone.

**********

Jim had the kids off to school before he settled down with his cup of coffee to review Linda's videos, this time with the sound. The sound did little except prove Linda was having the time of her life.

Eight hours later he'd been through nine of the files.

The dialog had been largely disappointing, just a lot of grunting, guttural sounds, 'yes, yes, yes', 'harder', 'oh god', 'that's it', 'I'm coming', 'you're so big', 'you feel so good inside me' and all the other expected encouragements. He realized he appreciated it when Marc introduced the gag. What he didn't hear was any disparaging remarks about him. In fact, he didn't hear his name mentioned at all in the videos.

He hid the flash drive so he could finish it Wednesday. And started getting dinner ready for his children. "Thanks for the lasagna, Ali." He said into the quiet house as he put it in the oven to warm.

**********

At work, Linda was recounting her weekend activities for her girls' night out pals. They wanted all the details. She couldn't remember all the specifics for a full account - so much of her adventure was just a blurred memory. But she was able to provide enough detail to keep the group entertained most of the day. The whole group got very little work done. They will be behind tomorrow.

**********

Jim was glad when Emma and Tommy finally got home. Just having them in the house raised the noise level, making the house feel more like a home again.

They shared their days over dinner. Tommy had done well on the spelling quiz. Emma had solved a math problem on the whiteboard in front of the class. Nothing big, just normal life but it felt like a life preserver to Jim.

He sent them to their rooms to do their homework and called Jeff.

"Hey Jeff, can you talk right now?"

"Sure. What can I do for you?"

"This is more for Linda than for me, but would she like to say 'good night' to the kids?"

"I'm surprised she hasn't thought to call already but I will suggest it."

"Another favor. I told them she was off visiting a friend. I think Tommy still believes that story. Emma saw through it right away and asked very direct questions about whether we were going to divorce. I couldn't lie to her so please warn Linda Emma might be mad."

"I don't envy you having to have that conversation with Emma."

"Thanks. It was hard. Emma pretty much assumes Linda cheated although I haven't confirmed that part. I've asked her to keep it all our secret from Tommy."

"I understand and will make sure Linda is briefed."

"And, how about having her place the call on the land line."

"Sure. What time would be good?"

"Any time before bedtime."

"I'll tell her now."

"Thanks."

**********

Jeff called upstairs to Linda's bedroom "Linda."

"Yeah dad?"

"Jim just called and asked me to suggest you might want to call and talk to Emma and Tommy."

"How could I not have even thought about them? What can I say to them?" Linda thought to herself.

Jeff relayed what Jim had told him.

**********

Ten minutes later Jim's house phone rang.

"Emma, Tommy, would you answer the phone. It's your mom."

Jim could hear them scrambling upstairs to answer the phone.

The children had been on the phone fifteen minutes when Jim heard Emma's door slam and Tommy came downstairs and told him "Mom wants to talk with you."

"Thanks Tommy. If you've finished your homework, you can watch TV until bedtime."

Jim heard the TV go on as he picked up the phone. He heard Emma's angry tirade and interrupted "Emma, you don't talk to you mother like that. I want you to apologize to her. Your mom and I have problems but we both love you and you need to remember that."

"No, I won't. She's breaking up our family. I hate her."

Emily hung up leaving Linda and Jim in an uncomfortable silence.

Jim broke the silence "I'm sorry you had to endure Emma's wrath. I had hoped she would be more polite."

"I can't blame her."

Jim could tell Linda was trying not to let him know she was crying.

"I have to go." Said Linda and hung up.

**********

Ali and Jon were glad to keep Emma and Tommy while Jim and Karen had dinner Wednesday night. The divorce wasn't all they talked about. In fact, it was barely mentioned.

Jim couldn't explain why but he recognized he was falling hard for Karen. He was determined he was going to honor his wedding vows and not going to do or say anything while he was still married. His personal ethics prevented it. Karen understood and respected him even more for that.

**********

Thursday Linda got the result of her STD tests. All negative.

**********

Friday morning Linda announced to her parents she would be late as she was going out with the girls from the office. Rebecca tried to talk her out of it but with no success.

Later that morning Jim called Jeff to verify Linda would be there to be served. He wasn't surprised to hear Linda was planning to go out with her girls' night out group.

Jim called Karen.

"Hey Karen. Looks like the plan to have Linda served Friday at home is out. She's going out."

"Hummm. That could be even more fun." The excitement in Karen's voice was apparent even over the phone.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It was your idea, remember? What if we have her served while she is out with her group?"

"I like how you think! Can we do that, legally? And how would we do it?"

"Legally, no problem. Logistically, we could have her followed from work. We'd have the process server on standby reporting where she is and what she's doing. Then when the time is right. We turn the server loose. It would be expensive but, what do you think?"

"I like it. Can we get it setup in time?"

"I think so. Do you have a recent photo of her besides the ones Marc sent back? If so, bring it to my office. I'll clear the rest of my appointments and get started."

"OK, see you in a few minutes."

Jim checked his phone and found a couple of pictures of Linda taken in the last year.

When Jim arrived at Karen's office, he found she was already talking with a man she introduced as Malcom Edmond.

"Malcom is a private investigator who collaborates with me occasionally. I've already explained the situation to him, and he has agreed to have your wife followed when she leaves work and keep us updated on where she goes and with whom. All he needs to get started is where she works, what kind of car she drives, and a picture of her. And your cell phone number so they can keep you updated."

"I would like to have two agents on her, so we don't lose her if that's ok."

"Sure. Sounds like a good idea." Jim confirmed. "Here's the information and picture you'll need."

"Thanks. I'll send this to Heather and Lauren. They are the agents you will be hearing from."

Malcom shook Jim's hand again and left. He was talking on his phone before he was completely out the door.

"Well, we have the location question solved." Said Karen. "I've found a process server who may be willing to play our game, and he should be here in just a few minutes to pick up the official papers."

"I was thinking." Jim started with a broad smile. "How about we have dinner tonight followed by a club, maybe some dancing and finally catch the show?"

Karen's eyes twinkled as she listened to Jim's invitation. "You read my mind. How about picking me up at six? That should give me time to get home and change."

"I've got to see about getting a sitter for the kids. I'll check with a couple of neighbors we've used from time to time."

Karen pointed Jim to a small conference room where he pulled out his phone and started making calls. In a matter of minutes, he had a sitter lined up.

The young man sitting in Karen's office was introduced as Don Mathis and he was to be the process server for the evening. Karen explained the details of what was going on and that the intent was to serve Linda at some point this evening in a way both public and embarrassing if possible.

Don expressed some reluctance until Jim explained the circumstance leading to the divorce filing.

They agreed Karen and Jim would let Don know where Linda was, probably one of the local clubs. Don would then observe Linda, serve her, and take a picture to confirm she had been served. If she was in the arms of a man, so much the better. Don understood the exact timing would be at his discretion. He left armed with the packet of papers and a photo of Linda on his phone.

"I have a sitter, so we're all set." Said Jim. "I better get home for the kids, get them fed, and get dressed. I'm really looking forward to tonight. More for the company than for the show." Jim winked.

Karen grinned. "What a nice thing to say. Me too."

**********

Linda left work at the usual time but did not go to her parents' house. She turned off her phone and went to Dee's apartment to change into her new club dress. The dress she had purchased at lunch today was a sleek black number with spaghetti straps. It was low cut and stopped short of mid-thigh. It fit her like a second skin. There was no room under it for panties, much less a bra.

Neither Linda nor Dee noticed the two extra cars in the parking lot, nor did they notice Heather and Lauren taking their pictures as they walked to Dee's car.

She and Dee met the rest of the group at the Hyatt Hotel on Henley for dinner. While the group was enjoying dinner, Dee mentioned she had a big surprise for Linda when they got to the club but left the details to Linda's imagination.

And Linda's imagination was up to the task. She felt her pussy heat up and get a little damp. Worried the dampness might spoil her dress, she pressed her napkin under her dress just in case.

As Heather enjoyed an after-dinner cup of coffee she managed to get a video of Linda's actions.

The group paid their bill, Heather dropped two twenties on her table to cover her dinner and walked out right by Linda as she was getting into Dee's car.

Heather and Lauren had no trouble following the group to Wilson's Retro Bar.

Heather sent their location to Jim and Karen.

**********

Karen sent a text message to Don, gave him the location, and asked him to go in but wait to hear from them before delivering the documents.

Don arrived twenty minutes later and went in to await further instructions.

**********

This time Lauren followed the group inside, taking a seat at the bar where she would have no problem keeping an eye on Linda in the mirror behind the bar.

Lauren sent a text message letting Jim and Karen know where the group had landed but warned them the place wasn't very crowded yet so they would not be able to enter unnoticed.

The band was setting up. Linda and company ordered drinks and were checking out the other people in the bar and every new person entering.

Linda was surprised to see Daniel enter alone. She nudged Dee and pointed him out to Dee with her eyes.

"Surprise!" said Dee with glee. "I thought you might appreciate having another chance with him. He may not be as good as Marc, but he will definitely do in a pinch."

Linda remembered she had planned on having him that night her parents caught her out. Now she was wet just thinking of making up for the missed opportunity.

Daniel walked straight over to Linda's table and sat down next to Linda. Their conversation started fairly innocently but the sexual innuendo and tension built quickly.

The club had filled rapidly. The band had started playing. Daniel pulled Linda onto the dance floor. They danced closely, with a lot of body contact. Then for the slow songs, they were practically glued together, their movements more akin to intercourse than dance. Linda was already thinking how nice it was going to be.

Lauren captured video of the two dancing and also caught a snap of Dee dropping something into Linda's drink.

The lovers returned to the table, finished their drinks, and ordered more.

Under the table, Linda was caressing Daniel through his pants and was impressed at how large the bulge was becoming. A warm feeling was spreading over her. She spread her legs and pulled Daniel's hand up her leg, pushing the hem of her dress higher. She pressed his hand against her wet pussy. Taking the hint, Daniel inserted a finger and then a second and started stroking her G-spot.

Lauren texted Jim and Karen pictures of what was going on. It was dark under the table but the pleasure on Linda's face dispelled any doubt the shadows might have caused.

**********

When they heard from Lauren and saw the pictures, Jim asked "Do you think they might come out to their car to have sex? I know her friends have done that."

"Maybe. Or, if they come out, they may just leave."

"I'm willing to chance it. What about you?"

"Me too." Karen said grinning ear to ear.

Jim sent text messages to the team letting them know what the new plan was and received confirmations back. Just in time.

Lauren texted it appeared Linda and the guy she was with were going to make a trip to the parking lot.

As the couple emerged from the club Jim could see Linda was not very steady on her feet.

Jim's team began shifting positions as the couple approached a car Jim didn't recognize.

The guy unlocked the car but opened the back door. The couple was so involved kissing and fondling each other they didn't notice the five people converging on them. Linda unbuckled the guy's belt, pulled his pants down, sat down on the seat, and pulled the guy in on top of her.

"Things just keep getting worse and worse." Thought Jim.

Within seconds the guy was balls deep in Jim's wife's pussy. He was stroking away when Don walked up to the open door.

"Excuse me. Are you Linda Carlisle?"

"Get out of here." Yelled the guy on top of Linda as he started ejaculating.

"MS, Are you Linda Carlisle?"

"Yes, I am. So what?"

"I need to give you something." Don said holding out the envelope. Without thinking Linda held out her hand, taking the envelope from him.

There was a flash and Don said, "You have been served." Before turning and walking away.

Karen and Jim had been standing three cars away but Lauren and Heather were up close taking video.

Linda screamed "Get off me! Come on get off me!" while pushing as hard as she could to get Daniel off of her. Daniel was stunned but realized his evening was over. He pulled up his pants but since this was his car he didn't know what to do so he just stood there.

Linda struggled to get out of the car. Once out, she looked at the envelope and pulled out the contents. In the dim light she could read "Petition for Dissolution of Marriage across the top. Stuffing the documents back in the envelope she looked around. There were two people close, obviously videoing. There was another couple watching two or three cars away. She took one step away from the car before she recognized Jim and collapsed in a dead faint.

Daniel now knew what to do. He got in the car and drove off leaving Linda lying in the parking lot.

Jim walked over and asked Lauren and Heather to look after Linda and get her back inside the club to her friends. They agreed and Jim collected Karen and left.

Lauren and Heather helped Linda back into the club so she could rejoin her friends before they also left.

**********

"Well, that was more dramatic than I expected." Jim told Karen as they drove away. "I almost feel sorry for her. I can't believe the guy just drove off and left her lying on the ground. What type of person does that?"

"I don't know. I agree, I feel somewhat sorry, but we really shouldn't feel too bad. She brought it all on herself."

"I bet Dee was involved too."

"I don't know her at all but from what you have told me, I agree."

"I better get you home so I can relieve my sitter."

"It has been a fun evening. I've really enjoyed your company."

"I've really enjoyed my evening with you too. I hope you can figure a way to get the divorce fast-tracked. I can't wait to fire you as my lawyer so I can start dating you."

Jim Walked Karen to her door. They kissed for quite a while before Jim floated back to his car.

With the door closed Karen leaned back against it for support while her legs regained strength. She was looking forward to knowing Jim much better but so far everything she did know, she liked.

**********

Once Linda told the group what had transpired in the parking lot, the group took inventory. Everyone had a hookup for the night except Linda. They decided they couldn't let Linda go home alone tonight.

Dee made the call.

"Marc, Dee here. You remember Linda from last week?"

"How could I forget getting snowed in with such a hot fuck?"

"Yeah well, she's free again tonight if you'd like to hook up with her again. Her husband served her with divorce papers and she's feeling mighty low. I know she could use some more time with you."

"Where and when?"

"We're at Wilson's Retro. You know the place?"

"Sure. I can be there in twenty minutes if I don't get stopped for speeding. I'll call a couple of friends to help lift her spirits."

"Sounds great a party is just what she needs."

Dee explained to Linda everyone in the group already had plans and that she had made an arrangement for someone to look after her for the night.

Fearing Linda was probably beginning to recover from the small dose of ecstasy Dee had given her earlier, Dee slipped another full dose into her drink.

**********

Linda was all over Marc as he drove back to his house. She wouldn't stay in her seatbelt and her constant effort to get to his cock was distracting and made driving difficult.

As the garage door closed Linda shed her dress and hung it over the seat of the Ferrari. "I won't need this."

Once inside, Linda fell to her knees, pulled down Marc's pants and began sucking his dick. Putting one hand on each cheek she pulled him deep into her throat where she held him as long as she could. It didn't take long for him to dump his first load of the night down her throat. Linda pushed her fingers deep into her soaking pussy as she continued to minister to his cock.

The doorbell chimed and Marc broke loose to answer it, leaving Linda on her knees in the middle of the living room.

Two of Marc's teammates followed him into the living room and seeing the naked woman kneeling on the floor they shed their clothes. Marc introduced the newcomers but as far as Linda was concerned, they were DickOne and DickTwo. Linda took the newcomers in turn and soon everyone had cum once. Linda was ahead with two orgasms already.

"Let's take this upstairs where we can use the bed." Suggested Marc.

Linda led the way, a firm dick in each hand. She got on her knees on the bed and pulled Marc into her from behind as she took turns sucking and jerking the other two cocks. Linda came, Marc came, they switched places Linda came.

Marc lubed her ass and helped her lower her ass onto his cock then she lay back on his chest. One of the others entered her pussy. Then she pulled the third into her mouth. She had never felt so full, so satisfied, or so horny. The three guys pounded her. They came in her, swapped positions, they came or didn't, she didn't care. Linda was in a state of almost constant orgasm. Time was meaningless.

**********

Early Saturday morning Jim got a call from Jeff.

"Hey Jim, Linda didn't come home last night. I don't suppose you've seen her or know where she is?"

"I don't know for sure where she is now, but I would guess she's at Dee's. I had her served last night at Wilson's Retro Bar. You know the place?"

"Yeah."

"Well, she was with another guy when she was served. She passed out in the parking lot and had to be helped back inside to her group. I suspect she ended up at Dee's. You might try there."

"Thanks. I'm sorry for how things are turning out."

When he disconnected the call Jim noticed all the messages from the private detectives. He looked at them briefly, planning to review them in detail later. But one video caught his eye as Lauren had tagged it as "Very Interesting."

He opened it and was surprised but not shocked to see Dee dropping something in Linda's drink.

His thoughts were interrupted by his children descending, insisting they be fed.

He took advantage of the warm day to spend the day with them hiking and having a picnic in the park.

**********

Linda woke, tied spread eagle to the four corners of the bed. She had a ball gag in her mouth. Her ass hurt so much from the multiple poundings she had received she couldn't be sure, but she thought she had a butt plug in her ass, a large one at that.

She couldn't remember much about last night after they had made her air-tight, but she had flashes of being used in a wide variety of positions. She was sore from her abuse and from being in the same position for so long, so she tried shifting position, but this afforded her little relief.

Marc was lying beside her with his arm on her chest. As she moved, he stirred.

"Hey sexy lady. You were a tiger last night. How are you this morning?"

"Hrgeer egrh" or something like that was all Linda could get out.

"Oh, let me remove the gag."

Linda added her jaw to the list of places that hurt.

"Let me get you out of that so we can get cleaned up. I have a friend coming over later this afternoon. You'll want to clean up and I bet you're starved. I know I am."

Marc removed her ankle and wrist restraints, and Linda rubbed her arms and legs to help restore circulation.

"Yeah, I am hungry but mostly thirsty. Do you have any water?"

"I'll get you a bottle and be right back. You know where the bathroom is. I'll join you in the shower shortly."

The hot shower helped soothe Linda's soreness and stiffness.

Marc handed her a bottle of water as he joined her in the shower. She drained it.

Out of the shower and dried off Linda realized she didn't have any clothes to put on. "Where is my dress?"

"You left it in the car last night, but you don't need it."

"You said you have a friend coming over. Do you want me to hide up here?"

"No, you're fine. Being naked in front of my friends didn't seem to bother you last night. He won't mind your being naked. He's an artist."

"I don't know." Linda said fearfully. "Are you expecting me to fuck this friend too?

"That's up to you. I know he would enjoy it. Would you?"

"With you again?"

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

"I guess it will be fun. How about that breakfast you promised me?"

"Come on down. Its closer to lunch time but we can have steak and eggs."

Again, Linda cooked. She thought about how her life had changed over the last week. She had tears in her eyes as she served breakfast.

While they ate in the nude again, Marc asked. "Did you enjoy last night? The guys sure had fun."

"Yes, I've never been that excited. Even before we got here, I couldn't wait to have you in me again. I've never had sex with more than one person before so three dicks, one in each opening was over the top. I was so focused on my enjoyment I'm not sure what all I did. But I want to do it all again."

"How about a little more bondage this morning to work up an appetite for dinner? I think you would enjoy some time on the bench."

"What do you mean 'on the bench'?"

"A sex bench."

Linda looked puzzled, not understanding what Marc was talking about.

"Do you know what a sawhorse looks like?"

"Yeah, a two-by-four with two spread legs at each end. Right? Jim uses them sometimes when he's doing work around the house."

"That's right. Well, my sex bench is sort of like a very fancy padded and adjustable sawhorse. It is designed for bondage and discipline play. You lay on it or straddle it and are bound in place to restrict your movements then the fun begins. Does that sound exciting?"

"So, like being tied to the bed?"

"Yes, but much more intense since your movements are more restricted, and your pussy and ass are more readily available to your partner."

Linda shivered with excitement. "I know I've enjoyed everything we've done recently. You make the sex bench sound like something I would like to try. When do we get started?"

"How about now?"

Marc led them to another room on the main floor. This room was also walled with mirrors. Everything in the room was flat black including the floor and ceiling. Although the room was generally well lit, the atmosphere was somehow intimidating and somewhat threatening. It reminded Linda of the dungeons or torture chambers she'd seen in movies.

There were several pieces of equipment, Linda couldn't think of them as furniture, scattered around the room. From Marc's description, she recognized what must be a sex bench. Looking around, there was a chair that looked like it might have been at home in her gynecologist's office but the armrests were longer and there were straps hanging everywhere. She recognized a pillory from history class. Near the back wall was a large wooden X, again with assorted straps. Along one wall were racks with assorted masks, gags, dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, and numerous items she didn't recognize.

Walking over to what she assumed was the sex bench. More than a sawhorse, it resembled a narrow massage table with a face rest at one end. She caressed the smooth surface. It felt like firmly padded leather. "This is the sex bench, I assume?"

Marc nodded.

She toyed with the straps dangling from it in numerous locations, noting they were wide enough to be comfortable even if she struggled and pulled them tight. "And these are used to restrain the occupant."

It wasn't a question, but Marc nodded again.

"I assume I just lay down on it like this" Linda lay down with her face in the face rest "and you strap me down." Again, it was a statement.

Not bothering to nod, Marc began attaching straps, three across her torso, one securing each upper arm and one securing each forearm to the leg of the bench near her head. Marc spread her legs and strapped each of her thighs and calves to the corresponding legs of the bench.

"There, how does that feel? It should be tight enough for you to not be able to move but not tight enough to be painful unless you're struggling. Any last words before I gag you?"

"No, I can't take a deep breath and can't move anything but my fingers and toes but none of the straps are actually painful."

"Good, do you want a blindfold? It's too late to offer you a full mask, maybe next time."

"Yes, I'll take the blindfold with the gag. Do I get a cigarette to go with the blindfold?" Linda joked but began wondering what she had gotten herself into, but at the same time she knew Marc would never let her back out.

"I don't allow tobacco in the house but if you'd like something a little stronger, I can offer you marijuana, cocaine, and ecstasy."

"No thanks. I smoked a little marijuana back in college, but I've never tried hard drugs and don't want to start now."

This brought a raised eyebrow but no comment from Marc. Dee had told him she had given Linda ecstasy before he picked her up last night. Dee's confession wasn't necessary. He'd seen the effect of ecstasy numerous times and recognized them in Linda.

"OK, here we go." Marc fitted the ball gag in Linda's mouth and the blindfold over her eyes.

"I'll talk you through what I'm going to do so you can anticipate it. Now I'm going to strap your head down to the face rest." Linda tried to shake her head to indicate no but it was too late. Marc pulled the crossed straps tightly in place.

"Hummm. Let's start warming you up with a vibrator."

Linda heard the buzz before she felt the head of the wand vibrator pressed against her pussy. Marc moved the ball head up and down her slit. It wasn't long before Linda could tell she was wet. The vibrator was sliding up and down much easier than it was at first. Marc used his finger to probe her vagina, it slipped in with no problem.

"Now, we'll add a butt plug. This one will be a bit larger than what you woke up with. First the lube. Because of your position I can't just dribble the lube on your ass hole, so I'll be using a syringe to lubricate you."

Linda felt the tip of the syringe enter her rectum then a flood of cold liquid caused her to flinch. The syringe was removed only to be replace by the tip of the butt plug. Marc was pressing firmly; the plug was making progress. Linda did her best to relax and take deep breaths but the straps around her chest limited her ability. Then it popped in. Linda could tell it was much larger than she had experienced before. Then it began to vibrate.

"Now, I'm going to adjust your position so I can fuck you."

"Finally!" Linda thought to herself as she felt the table tilt a bit.

Marc stepped between her legs and started sliding the head of his penis up and down her slit, gathering her natural lubrication and teasing her. He began pressing the head of his penis against the opening to her vagina but was taking his time penetrating her. From his many previous experiences, Marc knew he was driving Linda mad and that if she were not fully restrained as she was now, she would already be fucking him. The building anticipation and the final release would be something to behold. He observed he was about a third inside her and pulled out slowly. He could feel her muscles tense even though they did her no good. He moved slowly back into her, a little further. He alternated pushing and pulling taking ten to fifteen seconds each direction.

Marc enjoyed this slow fucking a tightly bound woman because the head of his penis could feel every muscle fiber lining the vagina. It was like strumming a tightly strung instrument. An instrument he was very good at playing.

By the time Marc had bottomed out, what was left of Linda's mind had determined she would never do this again. She was in too much sexual agony. She wanted, no, needed to cum. Why wouldn't Marc let her cum?

Then he was pounding her, full length strokes, fast, hard. He triggered her g-spot when his head was near her entrance, bumped her cervix when fully inserted, and strummed her clit with his thumb. Then, her world exploded. Every muscle in her body convulsed, then to protest inability to move, the convulsions repeated themselves. If Linda had been able to think, she would have been glad for the restraints. They were keeping her from injuring herself.

Muscles all over her body continued to spasm in orgasm even after Linda lost consciousness.

As consciousness returned, Linda was immediately aware she was sore all over then she realized Marc had released her from the bindings, removed the blindfold and gag. She was barely aware Marc wasn't in the room but didn't really care and certainly didn't have the energy to find him.

Marc returned with a bottle of water. "Ahh, you're back among the living. I bet you could use some water. Can you sit up by yourself or do you need a hand?"

"Water sounds good but you're going to have to help me sit up to drink it. I'm not sure I can move. Do you have any ibuprofen? I'm going to need that."

"No, no ibuprofen, but give me a minute, I can find something to help you feel better."

In no time, Marc returned with two small yellow capsules. Linda swallowed them without even thinking.

"That was an incredible experience. I've never cum that hard. Is sex on the bench always that good?"

"Not always that good but we took the time to play. That helps. Now that you've experienced the bench, you'll want to try the chair, indicating the gynecologist chair she had spotted earlier. St. Andrew's cross may be a bit of a disappointment since you can't be bound as tightly but it can still be fun. The pillory is fun and can be adjusted for penetration by two partners.

"Help me off the bench so I can try to walk."

"Ok, steady now."

Marc helped her make her way to the living room couch.

"I'm a little chilly. How about getting a blanket I can wrap up in."

Marc produced a soft fluffy afghan and helped wrap Linda in it. She was asleep in no time.

Marc left her sleeping nude wrapped in the afghan while he busied himself getting ready for his guest who was due in 30 minutes.

Of course, the doorbell did not disturb Linda. Marc ushered his guest into the living room.

"Come in Fred. Thanks for bringing everything you need. I know it would be easier in your parlor, but I'd have had a tough time getting her there."

"Is that her?" Fred pointing at the sleeping Linda.

"Yes. What can I do to help you get set up?"

"Maybe set up this folding massage table over there in the good light. I'll need a smaller table to work from. And would you plug in this extension cord."

In no time, the table was set up and Fred's tools were unpacked, ready to go.

"Now all we need is our subject" Fred pointed out the obvious. "Would you unwrap her and position her on the table?"

Once Linda was positioned on the table, Fred asked "What are we doing this time?"

"First, she has a henna tattoo under her ear. We're going to make that permanent in blue. Then just above her pussy, we're going to print 'MARK'S PUSSY' in red. Make this low enough she can wear a moderately brief bikini without it showing. On the inside of each upper thigh, I want a small star just like the one on her neck."

"That's going to take a while. How long will she be out?"

"You should have four to six hours is that long enough?"

"I'll have to shave the area on her neck and above her pussy."

"What can I do to help?"

"I may need you to reposition or hold her. I'll let you know."

"Will it disturb you if I watch a game while you're working?"

"No, not at all."

Fred worked quickly and in less than four hours Linda was wrapped up on the couch again with her four tattoos and Fred was packed up and saying his goodbye.

"I covered each of the tattoos with a liquid bandage that will keep them antiseptic and dry until the skin has had a chance to heal so there is no need to do anything special. The bandages will dissolve on their own over time. Of course, if something happens and any of the tattoos get infected, she should see a doctor."

Marc thanked Fred as he closed the door behind him.

**********

It was dark Saturday night when Linda woke up. She was in Marc's bed. She was sore, stiff, and had an unbelievably bad headache. When she reached to rub her neck, she discovered the smooth patch where her henna tattoo was. It was sore. She went to the bathroom to check it in the mirror. To her surprise it was some sort of flesh colored bandage. Then she spotted a similar bandage just above her pussy. Bending to examine that, she saw two more on either thigh.

Confused, she ran out of the bathroom to find Marc and get an explanation. She was half-way down the stairs before she realized Marc had company. Marc was standing in the living room with two men. She stopped as everyone turned to see what the commotion was. It was only then Linda realized she was still nude. She froze in place.

Then Linda felt a vibration in her ass. She had forgotten about the butt plug. Now it was coming to life, the vibration becoming stronger by the minute. The plug was vibrating so strongly she was feeling it in her vagina. She was beginning to leak; her lubrication running down her legs and onto the stair.

Marc motioned for her to come on down the stairs and join them saying the men were just leaving.

A week ago, she would have died on the spot but now she continued down the stairs not even trying to hide her nudity. Three men watched the nude descending the stair.

She sat on the couch while the men finished their business and left.

Marc stepped into the kitchen but returned in a couple of minutes with a bottle of water for her. "Here, drink this it will reduce the discomfort of the tattoo and the headache." He didn't mention the reason it would help was that it contained another dose of the strong sedative he'd given her earlier. He held it for her while she drank it all.

Remembering his words and her question about her bandages, Linda pointed to the bandage on her neck and asked "What did you do to the tattoo on my neck? And what are these?" She pointed to the other three bandages.

"I fulfilled a promise I made to your husband. I told him the next time I had you I'd make your tattoo permanent. So, I did. I even gave you three bonuses."

"You did what?" Linda shouted. "I never wanted the temporary tattoo and especially not a permanent one! What made you think you could do that to me?"

Linda was beginning to feel lightheaded and realized Marc must have given her something in the water.

"What was in the water you gave me?"

"A little Rohypnol, it will make you drowsy and very open to suggestion. For instance, if I were to suggest you get on your knees on the couch and stick your ass out for me to pound into you, you would probably do it. Especially since that's what you really want anyway. Isn't it?"

"Yes, you're right, I do want you to fuck me, but it has nothing to do with what drug you've given me. If I wanted to, I could just sit here and ignore everything you tell me to do." Linda was not as sure as she tried to sound. She did want Marc. She wanted him badly. The thought of him fucking her as she knelt on the couch was occupying more and more of her mind.

Slowly, Linda turned to kneel on the couch. Marc approached, and without warning, slipped a large dildo into her wet pussy. When the vibrator in the dildo came to life, Linda orgasmed. The vibrations increased and Linda orgasmed again. Marc moved the dildo in and out slowly. Ten strokes. Linda orgasmed. Marc pushed the dildo in until it was pressing uncomfortably against her cervix. Linda was in an almost constant orgasm. She was shaking so hard the couch was almost dancing across the floor.

Marc left the room, leaving Linda double penetrated and violently shaking in orgasmic bliss.

Marc went upstairs to transfer Linda's latest videos to a flash drive and pack their toys into a shopping bag.

Thirty minutes later when Marc came back down, Linda appeared unconscious but still twitching in orgasm.

Marc left the dildo and butt plug in place, scooped Linda up in his arms, carried her to his car, and buckled her in, still naked. He folded her dress and added it to the bag along with her high heels.

**********

As they pulled in the driveway, Tommy asked "What's that on the porch?"

To Jim it appeared to be a body. He pulled into the garage, lowered the door. With the sternest tone he could muster Jim told his children "I want you both to go to your rooms and close your doors. Do not look out on the front porch. I will check it out."

Emma and Tommy did what he told them to do. Once they were in their rooms Jim opened the front door. There lay Linda, naked. Jim grabbed a blanket, covered her, and checked for a pulse. Good, she's still alive. He dialed 911 to request an ambulance and the police in case they were needed. Then he called Karen who said she'd be right over. Then he noticed the shopping bag. A glance inside told him all he needed to know.

While waiting for help to arrive, he called Jeff.

"Jeff. I've found Linda. She's on my front porch unconscious and naked. I assume this is Marc's work. An ambulance and the police are on their way. If you and Rebecca want to come over, you're welcome. I've got the kids in their rooms and I'm not going to let the kids see her right now."

There was a long pause.

"Thanks. Beca and I are on our way."

The police and ambulance arrived first. Jim explained what he knew at once to both.

The police officer introduced himself as detective Jake Mallow. He snapped pictures with his cell phone and looked in the shopping bag stirring the content with his pen.

Jim watched while the EMTs checked Linda's vitals, transferred her to the ambulance and hooked up an IV. The lead EMT approached Jim "Are you her husband?"

"We're in the process of divorcing but for now, yes."

"Well, I guess that will do. She doesn't appear to be in serious danger right now. She is obviously drugged and suffering from exposure. She has four tattoos that appear to be less than twenty-four hours old judging by the bandages. She has definitely had sex and judging by the bruising, swelling, and toys, she's had a lot of pretty rough sex. She has both a dildo and a butt plug in place. We're going to leave the toys in place for the ER to remove."

Turning to the officer, the EMT said, "The ER will remove the two toys, take DNA samples, and perform STD tests. This will all be collected as evidence. This is all standard procedure in a case like this."

Turning back to Jim "We'll be transporting her to Memorial Hospital ER."

"Thanks." said Jim. "Her parents are headed this way. If I can get hold of them, I'll send them directly there.

The ambulance departed without the siren.

"Can I get a statement from you?" Asked Jake.

"Sure. But would it be ok if I call Linda's parents and let them know where she's being taken?"

"No problem. Would you mind putting the call on speaker so I can hear both sides?"

Jim called Jeff and let him know where Linda was being taken.

Karen arrived while Jim was talking with Jeff.

"And I should run upstairs to let my children know what's going on. Would you like to come upstairs to meet them? I assume you'll want to talk with them too."

"Yes, we will but I'll have to get another officer to be present. We can't interview juveniles alone." Jake made the call.

"Do you mind if we go somewhere private to talk?" asked the officer.

"We can sit in the kitchen."

"Is it alright if I listen too?" Karen asked.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Karen Newsom."

"Sorry." Said Jim. "Karen, this is detective Jake Mallow."

"And how are you involved?"

"I am representing Jim in his divorce."

Turning to Jim in surprise, Jake asked, "You felt it necessary to call your lawyer?"

"She's not here as my lawyer. She's a good friend."

"Oh. To be blunt, are you two having an affair?"

"No. We've had a few meals and maybe when my divorce is final, I hope we can start dating."

"I guess as long as she just listens it'll be ok for her to sit in."

"I promise to say nothing."

They sat around the table. Jim covered the whole story, starting with the previous weekend, through Linda's collapse in the parking lot in detail. He finished with the day spent at the park with his kids and discovering Linda on his porch.

Two female officers, Hellen Hix and June Maxwell arrived. Jim introduced them to the children. They chose to interview the children in their rooms to make the process as unthreatening as possible.

Jim's interview continued in the kitchen.

"What do you think happened?"

"I don't know for sure, but my guess would be after being served with divorce papers Linda got together with Marc LaValliere again."

"What makes you think that?"

"Last week after she spent the weekend with him, he sent me a note, a package of souvenirs from their time together, and a flash drive with videos to prove it. I peeked into the bag. It appears to be a similar collection."

"Yeah, do you still have what he sent you?"

"Yes, would you like to see it? It is upstairs in a closet on a high shelf to keep it out of curious hands. I can get it for you."

"I'll go with you."

Jim Smiled at Jake's caution.

Returning to the kitchen table Jake used his pen to poke through the contents of the box. "I don't see the flash drive."

I have it stored in my office. I had started watching it on advice of counsel." Jim said with a grin, winking at Karen. "Do you need that too? I haven't finished yet."

"Yes, it may prove useful. We'll get all this back to you."

"Ok, come on. I don't think I really care about getting it back anyway."

They returned with the flash drive.

"Any more questions?"

"No, not at this time."

Karen spoke for the first time "I would appreciate copies of the new flash drives and photos of the evidence as the evidence may prove useful in the divorce, child custody, and other legal actions."

"I don't think that will be a problem. I'll make a note, but you'll have to stop by the precinct to formally request it."

"That will be fine."

"Just a quick question or two for you and we'll be done. Can you confirm that you and Mr. Carlisle are not romantically involved?"

"That's a tricky question. Let me see if I can make the situation completely clear. I had never met Jim before he came into my office on Monday to hire me to represent him for his divorce. We have been out to lunch and dinner a time or two, not all business. We were out together the night his wife was served. In fact, we orchestrated the event. We have kissed, on my doorstep. Jim has not been inside my house and tonight is the first time I have been inside his. We have not been intimate, beyond kissing. We have not engaged in any intimate act of any kind. However, I am strongly attracted to Jim, and I believe he feels the same way. I hope once his divorce is final we will become a couple and intimate."

When Karen stopped talking it would be hard to say who among the three blushed reddest.

The officer cleared his throat "I guess that clears up any potential question about your relationship, for now."

The three officers conversed briefly, gathered up all the evidence, and left.

Once the five were alone Jim introduced Karen to his children as his good friend. Emma displayed a knowing smile, but Tommy just accepted her at face value.

Jim began "We've had a lot of excitement today and I know your about to bust open with questions so where do you want to start?"

Tommy took the lead "Who was that on our front porch?"

"That was your mom."

"Was she dead?"

"No. She was just asleep. They took her to the hospital to take care of her."

"Why was she sleeping on the porch?"

"I'm not sure but I think one of her friends left her there."

"It looked like she didn't have any clothes on."

"No, she didn't."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Can we go visit her?"

"We'll have to wait until she gets better but yes, we will go visit her."

"Where has she been all week?"

"She has been staying with your grandparents."

"Why?"

Jim sighed. He could no longer sidestep the issue.

"Your mom and I had a big disagreement. She thought she was entitled to do something, and I disagreed."

"You're going to get a divorce?" So, Tommy was not completely clueless.

"Yes, we are. I can't say it won't impact you because it will but your mom and I both love you and always will."

"I figured after I saw the YouTube videos of you and Marc LaValliere fighting and mom leaving with him. Is Karen your new girlfriend?"

Jim hadn't expected any of that, but it made sense. Tommy liked sports and the fight had gone viral.

"Right now, Karen is my divorce lawyer and a good friend. Once your mom and I are divorced, I do plan to date Karen if she'll have me. But that's for the future."

"Did Marc LaValliere leave mom on the porch?"

"I don't know but it is possible."

"If there aren't any more questions, it's time for bed."

Emma asked, "Can Karen come tuck me in?"

"I don't know" Jim started.

"Of course, I'd be glad to tuck her in while you tuck Tommy in." Blurted Karen.

It wasn't long before Karen was back in the kitchen. Jim offered her coffee and Karen accepted.

"Well, what did Emma want to talk with you about?"

"You're not as clueless as Emma thinks you are." Karen grinned. "She wanted to let me know she was not happy about how her mom is treating you and to make sure I would treat you better. I assured her if we were right for each other, she had nothing to worry about."

"Now put on your lawyer hat. Will tonight's events help or hurt our case for the divorce and my getting custody?"

"No way this can hurt our case. It was strong to start with and this behavior will not show her in a good light."

"And what was that about 'other legal action' you mentioned when you were asking for copies of the evidence?"

Karen grinned.

"You caught that, huh. No promises but I'm trying to find a way to cause Marc some pain or at least make it more difficult for him to pull this crap in the future. Not sure what will come in handy yet."

She kissed Jim goodnight and left.

**********

Early Sunday morning Jim's phone rang as he was pouring his first cup of coffee.

"Hope I didn't wake you."

It was Jeff.

"I just wanted to report on Linda. They say she's going to be sore for a while, but she should recover. There was no doubt she had sex. She admits to four men. The one you caught her with and Marc for sure. She doesn't even know the names of the other two. They were friends of Marc's and she'd never seen them before."

"Wow. I hate to hear that. Are the police treating it as rape?"

"No, she admitted it was all consensual. At least the STD tests are negative at this time, but they said she'd need to be retested in 14 to 21 days."

"Do you think she's up to seeing the kids? They were asking about coming to see her last night once things settled down here."

"I'd say give her another day. She really looks bad. I'll ask her when she wakes up. They're keeping her sedated right now."

"Hey, if you and Rebecca want a break, why don't you stop over here and visit? I know the kids would love to see you. I can offer better coffee than you're getting there. If you let me know as you leave there, I can get the grill started and we can have burgers."

"That sounds a lot better than hospital food. Let me see if Beca wants a break and I'll let you know."

Jeff called back fifteen minutes later to confirm they would appreciate the break, the chance to see their grandchildren, and better food.

Jim had the burgers on the grill by the time Rebecca and Jeff arrived. They enjoyed the meal together. The children demanded an update on their mom's condition. Rebecca did a good job keeping the information G rated for the kids.

Tommy asked, "Can we visit her?"

To which Rebecca responded "Yes. She's very sore right now and doesn't look or feel good. She asked if you would wait until tomorrow."

Tommy looked at his dad. "Can we go see her tomorrow?"

"Of course I'll take you to see her tomorrow after school."

Emma blurted out "Did her new boyfriend hurt her?"

A shocked silence followed the question. No one knew how to respond.

Finally, Jim responded "The police are working hard to find out exactly what happened to her. For now, all you can do is love her and pray she gets better soon."

Jim got thank you nods from both Rebecca and Jeff.

**********

Monday afternoon, true to his word, Jim took the children to see their mom. When he knocked on the door Jeff opened it and stepped out.

"Go on in and visit with your mom. I'll keep your dad company out here."

Once the door was closed Jim asked, "How's she doing?"

"As well as we have any right to expect. She's still sore but is able to move around. They assure her there will be no permanent damage."

"That's good. I wouldn't wish that on her."

"You're a good man Jim. In the same circumstances a lot of men would figure she's got what she deserved."

"I've loved her too long. Still do, to some degree, I guess."

"I don't suppose there is any chance you'd consider getting back together, is there?"

"Sorry to say this but No. I'd never trust her again, and I won't live like that. It would change me and not for the better. Not just for myself but for what it would do to the children and their future relationships to see our marriage fall apart over time."

"I understand. Especially after this weekend."

A sad silence extended while they both thought of what could (should) have been.

The silence was broken by Emma's scream "But why mama? Why?" heard through the door.

Pushing the door open Jim and Jeff saw Emma standing rigidly beside her mom's bed and Linda lying there crying. Both had apparently been having heated words that suddenly escalated.

"Emma, what's going on here?" Jim asked sternly.

"I just want her to tell me why she cheated on us? Why she thought sex with another man was acceptable. That isn't the way I've been raised."

"Yes, but this is neither the time nor the place to discuss it." Jim replied hoping to defuse the situation.

"Then I don't want to be here any more." Emma replied. She turned and stalked out of the room.

Jim looked at Jeff, Rebecca, and Tommy. Rebecca and Jeff were shocked. Tommy was near tears himself. Jim said, "I better check on Emma."

Emma was leaning on the wall just outside Linda's room, crying.

Jim pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry." She said, "I know you asked us to still love her, but what she did just hurts so much."

"I know sweetheart. But what she is doing doesn't mean she doesn't still love you. It is me she doesn't love and respect any more. She's still your mom and she loves you and Tommy just as much as she ever did."

"That can't be true. If she loved us, she couldn't hurt you as bad as she has. I know you try to hide your feelings from us, but I can see how badly she has hurt you. And that hurts me and Tommy."

**********

It was a Saturday morning a month after Linda was released from the hospital Linda called Jim. The kids were visiting their grandparents and Linda.

"Hello." Jim said recognizing the number.

"Jim. It's Linda."

Jim resisted the urge to hang up. "Oh, hello Linda what can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to let you know I've moved out of my parent's. Dee and I are sharing an apartment since she and Dave have split up."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Which? That Dee and Dave have split?"

"No. I'm glad to hear that. Dave should have dumped her long ago. I'm sorry you are going to be spending more time with Dee. She's not good for you."

"I know. But I couldn't stay at my parents any longer."

"Why is that?"

"I ended up with gonorrhea from that weekend and had to contact Marc again to find out who the two other guys were. Marc tried to resist, but the department of health leaned on him and he coughed up their names. Seems he's not popular with the team."

"My heart bleeds for him." Jim hoped the sarcasm was obvious in his voice.

"I've been treated for the gonorrhea, and it should be clearing up. I have to be retested next month. But it gets worse. I'm pregnant."

"How did that happen. I thought you were on birth control pills."

"I was but in the confusion that weekend with Marc and the snow, I forgot all about the pills. I know you packed them with my stuff, but I didn't unpack for a couple of weeks. By then I'd had sex with four guys and there must not have been enough left in my system to prevent pregnancy."

"I'm guessing you don't know who the father is then do you?"

"No." Linda responded softly.

"What are your plans?"

"I really don't know. Abortion is out of the question. Adoption may be a possibility but I'm not sure I can go through with it. And I don't think I can afford to support myself and a child."

"I don't know what to say."

"You're not going to gloat and say I got what I deserved?"

"No, I'm not that vindictive. Karen and I are getting along great. We are exclusive but not intimate, pending the finalization of our divorce."

Jim thought he heard a sad sigh over the phone before continuing. "Linda what is the purpose of your call? Surely you don't think there's a future for us, do you?"

"No, I know that's too much to hope for. I was hoping you'd let the kids know they're going to have a brother or sister. Emma is constantly mad at me anyway and I don't think I could face her."

"Ok. Let me know what you're going to do. I'll find a way to tell them."

**********

Epilog

In the end Linda had a miscarriage. Jim never had to tell Emma and Tommy.

Emma has accepted Linda's apology, and they are well on their way to reestablishing a relationship.

Jim and Karen continued to see each other until Jim's divorce was final. They both believed the marriage vows Jim had taken were unbreakable, so they were willing to let intimacy wait. Jim proposed the day after his divorce was final. Karen accepted.

They were glad the kids were at their grandparents' house for the weekend because Jim didn't make it home on Friday or Saturday night. They didn't get much sleep.

On Sunday when Jim and Karen picked up the kids, Linda was there. Jim pulled her aside, "I don't want to blindside you with the news, Karen and I are getting married."

"I'm not surprised. Emma has been letting me know how close you and Karen are getting. I wish you both all the happiness in the world. I just wish I had been the one to give that happiness to you."

With tears in her eyes, Linda hugged Jim. He put his arms around her.

"I don't know if you've heard but Mom has talked me into seeing a counselor to help me understand what I did and to move on."

"I hope that works for you and you can find peace."

"Would you like me to leave while you make your announcement?"

"Stay or go, whichever makes you more comfortable."

Linda stayed.

They made the announcement. Everyone was delighted.

Jim and Karen were married a month later.

Marc, well about Marc. Karen was never able to come up with a way for Jim to get some retribution but two weeks ago, Marc tried to pick up another married woman. Unfortunately, the couple did not make their escape quickly enough. The husband was armed and confronted the two while they were waiting for Marc's car to be brought around. He shot and killed his wife. Marc, who was running away at the time, collected two shots in the butt. At this point Karma stepped in. One of the shots severed the nerves and blood vessels going to Marc's penis. He is still in the hospital and is expected to recover, well mostly. Marc will never pick up married women again.