Memphis Blues

"It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you." David Levithan

Nothing new here, just a story that's been rolling around in my head. As always, this is pure fiction and any fictitious sex, is with consenting fictitious adults.

Detective Lieutenant Mike Simmons sat silently in room 419 of the downtown Hilton in Memphis, Tennessee watching the two naked lovers peacefully sleeping, their limbs intertwined together. It was 3:30 in the morning on a Sunday. Nobody in the hotel was moving. It was completely silent. That was about to change.

Simmons had let himself in with a passkey given to him by the hotel manager. Mike was well liked by the hotel staff. He was a down to earth cop, ready to help folks when possible but never tolerating bull shit from anyone. He'd helped a couple of the hotel staff deal with minor scrapes with the law, so they were more than happy to return this small favor granting him access to a guest's room.

Truth be told, everyone liked Mike. Even the bad guys held him in respect. If Mike told you something you could trust it. He didn't go out of his way to hurt or demean suspects, even the felons. He was a pro and you always knew he'd shoot straight, even if that meant you were going away.

Cops loved Mike. He always had their back and even the beat cops knew Mike was easy going and always willing to step in if they needed assistance. He'd been on the job for sixteen years, so he was the voice of experience and reason when dealing with tough situations. Even the higher ups listened when Mike spoke up.

They'd offered him a captaincy last year, but he turned them down. Captains didn't do investigative work and they rarely got out on the street. These were the two things Mike loved most, solving crimes, and living in and amongst his fellow citizens. Everyone on the force agreed Mike could be chief one day but knew he wouldn't because he loved being a detective.

Even the Feds gladly worked with Mike. He'd done the three-month stint at Quantico the fourth year after he made detective, so he knew the ins and outs of the FBI better than most local law enforcement. Mike was aware if he shot straight with them, they would return the favor. Bottom line, Mike was a cop's cop and it almost always worked in his favor.

So, what the fuck was Detective Lieutenant Mike Simmons doing in a hotel room where two lovers slept. Was he a pervert that got off on some sick sexual peeping fantasy? No, the sad truth was Mike was about to engage in the final act of the most important investigation of his life. Sleeping peacefully in front of him was 26-year-old second year cop Kenny Benson and 42-year-old Lisa Simmons, Mike's wife of 21 years.

Kenny 'the dick" Benson was an arrogant prick. Most of Memphis PD hated the cocky piece of shit, but rarely spoke up about it since his uncle was Captain Miles Benson a 25-year veteran who was almost as popular as Simmons. Behind closed doors Uncle Miles had reamed Kenny out on several occasions, but it never seemed to stick. He'd straighten up for a week or so then go back to being a dick. However, when Mike sat Miles down and explained the situation, Miles promised to wash his hands of his sister's kid and told Mike in no uncertain terms he was free to deal with the situation as he saw fit.

Dealing with the prick wouldn't be as tough as addressing his wife's blatant lies and disrespect. Mike was thankful that both kids, Mikey twenty and Sara, eighteen would both understand and support his actions. They'd grown up on honesty, keeping your word and doing the right thing even when it was hard. In the last twenty-four hours they had learned of their mom's treachery, and neither wouldn't accept whatever excuses she would put forward. Mike didn't have to get his kids on his side. They were on the side of integrity, caring for the family and being trustworthy.

So, with a heavy but resolute heart, Mike spoke in a low but firm voice. "Kenny." The young man didn't stir. Mike had been careful to make sure he'd removed the younger officer's sidearm from the bedside nightstand. This was going to be bad enough, no sense anybody getting shot, even accidentally.

"Kenny" just a little louder this time. The young man began to come around.

Mike reached up, turned on the lamp next to him and repeated, "Kenny!"

Suddenly officer Benson was awake. "What?" he muttered looking around the room trying to focus. Slowly his brain began to catch up with his eyes. Sitting a few feet from him completely calm but with a piercing stare that was hard as granite sat Detective Lieutenant Mike Simmons, husband of the woman he'd spent most of the last few hours fucking... again.

"Mike, what the fuck, hey this isn't what it looks like, I'm sorry brother, let me explain," Kenny was babbling realizing this was really, bad.

Lisa was beginning to stir, "Kenny," Mike said, "Shut the fuck up, I'm not interested in your bull shit at the moment."

The fog was lifting from Lisa's lust filled brain as she heard a very familiar voice, but one she shouldn't be hearing in this room. She rolled over and sat up, her 34C tits falling free from under the sheets. When she saw Mike she gasped.

"Cover yourself up slut." Mike said with complete calm but steel in his voice.

Lisa wasn't yet fully alert, so the insult missed her. In the next few moments, however, she would hear her husband direct words toward her she'd never heard in her life.

Kenny... being, well Kenny, didn't take Mike's advice and kept on jabbering. "Listen Mike, I'm sorry, but the bitch came on to me, I never..." That was the last word Kenny got out before the taser hit him in the chest. The twenty-six watts sent a 50,000-volt shock into Kenny's body causing him to shriek and thrash around before falling onto the floor. He lay in stunned silence.

Lisa unwisely decided to come to her lover's defense. "Mike, that was uncalled for, he wasn't..." Her mouth shut instantly when he pointed a second taser in her general direction.

"I'll tell you the same thing I told him, skank, shut your pie hole until I ask you a question. And for goodness' sake, Lisa, cover yourself. You're forty-two, not twenty-two." Lisa was hurt by Mike's insult and wanted to say something in her defense, but she was very certain she'd be the next one writhing on the floor. She wisely kept quiet and pulled the sheets around her naked form.

Mike got up and walked over to Kenny. He had a small cup of water in his hand which he tossed on Kenny's face. He then slapped him a couple of times to fully wake him. With this done, Mike put Kenny back on the bed sitting up.

"Kenny look at me." Kenny just kept rubbing his head and didn't look up.

"Kenny, I'm not going to tell you again, I'll just taser your pathetic ass. Look at me now."

Kenny looked up and Mike held his gaze.

"Good boy. Now, remember don't say anything unless I ask you a question, got it?" Kenny didn't say anything. "That was a question prick, you should answer it. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Good. Now here's what's going to happen. When I'm done speaking, you will gather your clothes and step out into the hallway. There are four uniforms there, two of them are Bill Compton and Big Ed Michaels. They will escort you to your precinct station where you will turn in your gun and badge. Your car will be there waiting for you. Next you will have three hours to pack your shit and be on the road out of Memphis. I don't give a rat's ass where you go or what you do, but don't stop driving until you are at least 500 miles away."

The shock having worn off, Kenny was beginning to take all of this in and couldn't believe what he was hearing. Mike continued.

"If you don't leave Memphis in that timeframe there is a chance you'll never leave Memphis. At the very least you'll be dumped in one of the more active cells in county lock up with lots of guys who won't give two fucks about beating and raping a cop gone bad. You'll be a bottom bitch before noon today."

"Am I clear so far Kenny boy?"

Kenny looked up and snarled. "Fuck you Mike, wait until my Uncle Miles hears what you've done to me. He'll make sure you're the one in lock up. Your fucking whore came on to me five months ago. I turned her down the first few times, but she kept coming back begging for my big young cock. I don't know why I should be punished for you being married to a whore."

Mike was about to taser the idiot again, but he didn't get the chance. The right hook came out of nowhere and caught the young soon to be ex-cop on the bridge of his nose. Lisa and clocked her lover boy so hard blood was flying everywhere.

Mike tossed Kenny a towel and looked at his piece of trash wife. "Not sure why you're offended Lisa, Kenny pretty much told the truth there. Did you forget you're married to a guy who is a pretty good investigator? I know you came on to him like a bitch in heat two weeks after Sara left for college. You were so fucking obvious a first-year detective could have figured it out in about fifteen minutes. Now is no time to try and come off as offended or the victim."

Turning back to Kenny he continued. "Kenny, you don't have a friend in the world except maybe your idiot mother. Uncle Miles isn't coming to the rescue. In fact, he told me I have card blanche. He chuckled when I told him I thought 2-4 hours in county might do you some good."

"Bull shit" replied Kenny.

Mike sighed and hit him with the taser again. When he came back around Mike looked at him smiling. "I didn't ask you a question Kenny so again, shut the fuck up."

Mike then produced a small recording device and hit play. "Kenny, this is Uncle Miles. You dumb fuck, I can't begin to tell you how ashamed I am of you. Do whatever Mike tells you or I swear I'll sink you to the Mississippi myself. I'm going to have a long talk with my idiot sister and make sure she understands she won't be hearing from you for a few weeks. Get the fuck out of town and don't come back unless I tell you to."

"Clear enough Kenny boy?"

"Yes."

"Good, pick up your clothes and get the fuck out."

Kenny started to dress. "Kenny, why can't you fucking listen. I said pick up your clothes and get out. I didn't say get dressed. Now if you need help I'll have Bill and Big Ed come in and help you. Kenny looked utterly defeated as he grabbed up his clothes and headed for the door. The last thing Lisa ever saw of her paramour was his little white ass as he stumbled out the door. The four cops in the hallway could be heard laughing and then two of them roughly escorting dip shit Kenny out of the building.

Lisa was sitting up on the bed, covering herself with the bed sheets.

"OK Lisa, I'll listen for a couple minutes, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Mike and Lisa had met and fallen for each other in high school. Mike put himself through college via ROTC while Lisa's family was able to pay for her degree in education. When they graduated they were debt free. Mike gave his six years to the army, serving in the field of military intelligence which gave him a leg up when he came back to Memphis and joined the force.

Their marriage, like many others had its ups and downs, but they had been madly in love with each other, and they worked hard to keep it strong. Even with long hours Mike found ways to get time with his wife and he was always attentive to her desires. He knew she loved flowers, so he worked out a deal with a local street merchant. He doted on Lisa and loved her as well as any young husband could.

For her part, Lisa was a model wife. She adored Mike on so many levels. She was so proud when he'd drop by her elementary school for a quick lunch or just to give her a hug. Many of the other teachers would comment how they wish their husbands would be like Mike. She'd cook his favorite meals as often as she could, and she loved sex with him. At times they would be loving and slow and at other times they wrestled for control in wild passion. Until recently Lisa loved Mike at the same level he loved her.

About five months ago Sara left for college and that was when Mike started noticing a difference. Lisa was creating a divide between them. If he asked, she'd shrug it off. If he felt resentful she'd tell him to grow up. For her part, Lisa was trying to rediscover her youthful exuberance. She didn't want to see herself as middle aged and that is when young Kenny Benson caught her eye.

Kenny hadn't lied, she'd come on to him. Kenny was a prick, but he knew the code, you don't fuck around with other cop's wives. However, after the fourth time she invited him into her bed he didn't say no. Both were attending a local charity event and Mike was out of town in New Orleans investigating a homicide that looked a good bit like a recent killing in Memphis. He was only gone two nights, but it was enough.

Lisa brought Kenny home and they fucked in Mike and Lisa's marriage bed. Lisa was still a fit and good-looking woman so when she led Kenny to the bedroom, walked into her closet and then came back out wearing only a light pink teddy that left little to the imagination, the cheater and her boy toy were off to the races.

Kenny pushed her to her knees and held the back of her head tightly as she eagerly sucked him. He then returned the favor giving her two very intense orgasms with his tongue. For the next couple of hours, he fucked her to orgasm after orgasm. Mounting her from behind, letting her ride him, missionary, bent over the kitchen table, they fucked until they were completely spent. Then they slept for six hours and started all over again. She was an insatiable whore who couldn't get enough, and young Kenny was only too eager to oblige. She even let him pull her over his lap and spank her while she cried that she was a bad girl and needed to be put in her place.

From that night on they would sneak away at least twice a week to a local hotel, the back of his truck, or in the Simmons's marriage bed.. For his part, it only took Mike about a week to intuitively know what was going on and another ten days to put all the pieces together. He then spent a couple of months laying out his plan so nothing would come back to bite him. Finally, he spent a few weeks hinting that something was very wrong, asking Lisa to come clean. She scoffed at his concerns.

Lisa probably didn't even realize that she and Mike stopped having sex about a month after she and Kenny had started. Within another month he stopped touching her all together. They had always held hands, cuddled as they fell asleep and always exchanged small touches here and there. Lisa was so wrapped up in her lying and cheating that the loss of Mike's touch never seemed to hit her.

Now she found herself in a hotel room that smelled like sex. Worse the man who used her for his twisted pleasure wasn't her husband. Naked she realized she was in deep shit.

"OK Lisa, I'll listen for a couple minutes, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Mike, I'm so sorry! I'd been feeling old and lost with Mikey gone and then when Sarah left for school last fall I couldn't shake it."

Mike knew a good investigator understood when to talk and when to be quiet. If you let them, most perps would tell you everything you wanted to know. Lisa was most definitely a perp in this moment. He kept silent.

"I don't know what I was thinking but a several months ago when you were in New Orleans Kenny put the moves on me. I knew what he was doing and should have shut him down." Sniffles and tears... "But I didn't. I let him play me like a high school sophomore. I swore it would only be once, then only twice. I have no idea how I let it turn into once or twice a week for the last few months."

"Every time we'd sneak off and fuck I'd feel terrible. I didn't want to betray you, but I had no idea how to stop and Kenny wouldn't leave me alone. Please Mike, I swear to you on your children, I'll never be disloyal again. Thank you for sending that predator away and protecting me from him. I can focus completely on us, and we can be the same loving couple we've been most of our marriage."

Mike sat stone faced revealing nothing. Suddenly has cell phone rang. Lisa almost jumped out of her skin. Mike simply said, "Yeah?" He then listened for and replied, "Really? OK, five minutes." When he hung up Mike looked at his wife in a way that unnerved her. It wasn't hatred or disgust. Either of those would have been better. There was no sorrow, compassion or understanding. His look was one of utter disregard. In that moment she knew he'd had time to prepare for this moment and now, he'd shut her out. Completely.

"Lisa, I guess you think I was born yesterday and am the worst detective in the history of police work."

"No Mike I..."

He pointed the taser at her. She shut the fuck up.

"I've known for four months every detail. Who, what, when, and where. I know he's fucked your ass. I know he's fucked you over a dozen times in our marriage bed that I bought and paid for. I know one night he shared you with his punk ass friend Earl. There is nothing about your skank slutting around of which I'm unaware."

Lisa winced at the reminder of Earl and the night the two young bucks had taken her unceremoniously in the back of Kenny's pick-up truck. Her ass was sore for a week.

"At first I was shocked. I asked you multiple questions about a month after getting back from New Orleans. I hinted and suggested hoping you'd come clean, and we could have an honest conversation. Do you remember those questions and your response? You told me to grow up, to stop being an ass and you assured me you were completely trustworthy. You betrayed me and then lied to my face about it for several weeks until I stopped asking and started forming my exit strategy."

"No Mike, please! You can't leave me! I know the kids are almost grown but you can't leave the three of us! I am begging. Please put your ego aside and let me prove you can trust me again. I'll show you how good we can be!"

"My ego Lisa? Really? Well, here's a thought for you. Go fuck yourself. The kids already know. They've seen and heard the evidence and before you ask, they demanded to get it. I never offered it to them. I have more class than wanting my children to hear their mother belittle their father while asking some twirp to give it to her hard in the ass."

Lisa gasped at the thought Mikey and Sarah knew what she'd been up to.

"Thanks to you Lisa, my ego when it comes to women is gone, shot, annihilated. But my character and integrity are intact, and they will stay that way. I'm done with you Lisa. I'll never hold your hand again, never tell you how beautiful you look, never try to grab your ass when you walk by me or look you in the eye and tell you how much I love you. All of that is dead and you killed it."

Lisa was numb. She'd never allowed herself to think that seriously about what she was doing. She assumed somehow her fucking around would run its course then she and Mike would grow old together. Now all of that was shattered like a window in a tornado. Tears flowed down her face. Words escaped her. Mike had turned away and was looking out the window at the dead Memphis night.

The soft knock on the door broke the silence.

"In" was all Mike said.

When the door opened, two female officers entered. Michelle Dixon and Sargent Liz Collins strode into the room. If looks could kill each of them would have murdered the cheating cunt on the spot.

Liz began, "Lieutenant there's been a small development. Officer Compton just called and confirmed that ex-officer Kenny Benson affirmed his statement that Mrs. Simmons is NOT just a slut."

Lisa winced but didn't know what to make of the statement. She was very confused.

Collins continued. "He says he paid for sex because Lisa here isn't a skank, she is a professional whore and charged Kenny for the privilege of her loose, used pussy."

"The hell I did, that fucking liar.."

Collins glared at Lisa with a look that could have melted steel. The naked cheating wife decided it would be wise to shut up.

"Is that it?" asked Mike.

"No sir. He says if we look in her purse we will find three crisp new One-hundred-dollar bills. He says if we dust them we'll find both their prints on them."

Mike said nothing to this, he just nodded to Dixon. After putting on disposable gloves she picked up Lisa's purse and dug through it, producing the bills just as Kenny alleged. Lisa gasped, but before she could speak Sergeant Collins pulled her off the bed and cuffed her. Dixon loosely draped a sheet around her.

"Lisa Simmons, you are under arrest for soliciting a police officer for sex, sex trafficking in a place of business and prostitution. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up your right anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the court. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?'

Lisa quietly said "Yes", and she was led away.

Epilogue:

It was quite a site when Lisa was booked. Collins took her to a different precinct to keep the embarrassment to Mike to a minimum. However, the sheet wasn't the best cover up and until they got her an orange jumpsuit there were a few lewd moments.

Prostitution is a Class B Misdemeanor in Tennessee and since Lisa had no priors and ex-officer Benson wasn't around, the charges were dismissed. However, the night Lisa spent in lock up with several genuine pros, was a very rude awakening. She was slapped, fingered, and made to provide oral sex to three prostitutes, all while listening to a chorus of "bitch, cunt, pussy muncher" and a host of other derogatory names.

Lisa's kids didn't completely disown her, but it was several years before the relationships returned to somewhat normal.

Mike and Lisa were divorced within nine months. Lisa was persuaded by her lawyer to take a 40/60 split and leave Mike's pension alone. He knew any judge would make it tough on her given Mike's reputation since even judges are smart enough to know you don't fuck around with other cop's wives.

Mike didn't start dating for over three years. He has a steady now, but who knows?

Lisa lost her job and moved away to Biloxi. She had no choice; her situation was untenable. Dozens of cops kept calling her for dates even offering to pay for her services. Several pimps reached out too, inviting her to join their stable. Sergeant Collins always smiles when she thinks about handing out Lisa's number to a few of Memphis' shady characters.

Lisa doesn't date or even go out with her girl pals to pubs or bars. Most evenings, she sits at home and thinks about what she threw away and how she'll never have another love like that again.