Arie and Dave’s misunderstanding p1

Arie and Dave's misunderstanding p1

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Author's Notes: This is a story of fiction and fantasy. I especially rely on my editor Challenger69 on this and all my stories. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidental. There is no underage sex.

2024

I met Arie at Seattle Pacific University. I could not believe how fortunate I was. Just after our thirtieth anniversary I was putting laundry away and I discovered that she had a fifteen inch black dildo. I was disheartened at first, then when we made love, the only way she could get off was with the dildo.

My name is Dave Larrin. I'm a dad, married to an absolutely gorgeous woman Ariella, she goes by Arie. I am an accountant with a small business.

I found her diary on our thirtieth wedding anniversary when she was bringing some of her work to an art gallery. I was putting some laundry away, when I found it. It asserted that the one person she more loved than anyone ever was her dead half-brother Gene who was a biker, like Hell's Angels kind of biker and she went nuts about him having a dick that was bigger than black porn stars. We met at a Free Methodist college, we were believers, and she liked black porn stars?

It got worse; she'd had two affairs at a bank she worked for, Key Bank. Rick Sproul and Tom Snider, I'd met Sproul and he was five foot eight and two hundred and sixty pounds. I did not know Snider, but Sproul was like her dad's twin. Her mom had been divorced before she met her dad, so sluts have racial memory. Then she slept with a whole string of women, exclaiming mostly the sex was better than Gene's and several assistants at her studio and lastly a long term affair with an art gallery owner and his wife.

Maybe she was writing a movie script of short stories or something. We have two kids. So what would any schlub would do, I hired an investigator who put cameras everywhere in our home, and in her studio and finally in her car. He had asked for all of our bills, credit cards and cell bills.

She was at a show in Dallas which allowed us to set this up. He was sitting in my kitchen when he said, "How did she pay for the plane tickets, the hotel in Dallas, the rent on her studio and she has five calls a week."

He showed me the bill which lists all the calls, but none to our kid's phones, or anyone other than me. I said, "She pays the bills."

She returned from the show Sunday night and was effusive in her happiness to see me. Talked at length about the show and the sculptures she's sold and even some commissions for new works.

It made me realize that over the last fifteen years she'd sold hundreds of pieces and I had no idea where the money went. She could tell I was in my head and said, "Let's go upstairs Dave."

I was ready for this and said, "I've got a migraine and I think I'm coming down with something honey, I don't want to make you sick. I'm going to couch it tonight Arie."

All of which I had said previously during our marriage. She went to the bathroom next to the kitchen and ran some cold water on a rag and brought it to me to put on my head as I lay down. I pretended to go to sleep quickly as she bustled about. She called our daughters Ellie and Steph and she prattled on about her trip and then said, "No he's not feeling well, migraine again."

She went upstairs and I heard the shower going and I thought of how she loved to sit on my face and lean forward and suck my dick. If her journal was correct I had second hand semen more than once. I barely made it the bathroom off the kitchen as I puked my guts out. When I was done I washed my face with cold water, but I had a real migraine happening now.

I thought about thinking Sproul was her dad's twin and if I could have thrown up again, I would have.

In the morning I got up very early and grabbed some clothes and went to work in my rebuilt 1965 Toyota Landcruiser FJ40, that my dad and I rebuilt before he passed fifteen years ago, I added a updated radio that I listen to streaming music, I liked country music, but this morning I listened to Aaron Copland's fanfare for a common man and then various other cuts. Mostly we do tax work for small businesses, quarterly stuff and then for families. I have three tax preparers and a Mrs. Grabiewski who runs the office at the age of sixty seven. I have a small shower in my office, because I run four days a week and our office is in Ballard, at twenty-fourth and Market.

I'm not something special at all, obviously. I'm five foot nine and weigh one hundred and sixty five pounds. I've misplaced my love and trust if this is to be believed and more and more it seems it is what had happened.

I thought I would beat Mrs. Grabiewski to work, but she saw me come in and go take a shower and was waiting for me when I came to my office. I was sitting at my desk, turning on my laptop and the three screens when she walked in with a coffee and an apple fritter.

When she sat down at my desk and looked at me I had to look away from her.

She said, "Do you know for sure?"

"I hired an investigator and right now it looks likely, I will know far more in two days."

"You need to hire a woman attorney, my daughter Olga's attorney is a shark. I'll have her call you."

"You don't seem surprised."

"People have said things, before you had kids, but I don't know, I like to see for myself."

"Tell me."

"She has been seen with a couple in restaurants and the Fairmont and at fashion shows in Los Angeles. This is all fairly recent, her assistants are gay and before the couple the hotel with both of them.

I texted the investigator, 'she's been with her two gay assistants, same hotel as with the couple-talk to Sproul and Snyder if you can find them'

One month later

Everything in the diary and so much more had been proved out. Three quarters of a million dollars in banks from here to California in accounts with her maiden name, while I'm working seven days a week. I suspected but did not know for sure that I was not the father of my girls. She was and had been on a lesbian dating app called 'HER' since 2013. She's had SDTs three times. I'd had chlamydia for a very long time and was under treatment with antibiotics, oh she has medical insurance under her maiden name, a week ago I left the prescription for the antibiotics in the bathroom that was our bedroom. My semen was being tested to see if I was infertile.

I had engaged Michelle Dellino of the Dellino Family Law group three weeks ago. She would be served in the morning. Yesterday she asked me why I was being treated with antibiotics. I said, "I am being treated for chlamydia."

She said, "You've been cheating on me David?"

I said, "I was a virgin on our wedding night and you are the only person I've ever slept with ARIELLA!! You on the other hand are in a polyamorous relationship Stephen Nolan and his wife Jeri, not to mention your hook up site HER. Oh and Gene had such a big dick, bigger than black porn stars, if I was not sterile, there is a significant chance that I am now. Go fuck yourself, you spent the whole time in Dallas with Steve and Jeri, you're in love with them and have never loved me, just yourself. I know Arie, probably not everything, but you fucking your Dad and your brother. I've been in an open marriage, except I am such a fool and tried to be a good husband and dad, but truly was not enough ever for you."

I got up and said, "Why don't you call me on your other smart phone, actually if you do I'll block that number too."

I had never sworn at her before and she was stunned and crying without noise.

I was sleeping in our daughter Audrey's old bedroom now. I went there and locked the door. She left thirty minutes later. I called the locksmith to come out immediately to change the locks. The house was in my name and all the bills were paid out of our joint account. He came did his thing and left.

She was served at her studio at ten in the morning. The investigator had a live feed into my laptop and I watched. She seemed almost stoic, signed a paper acknowledging receipt, had her picture taken and closed the door.

Michelle was going to drop the bomb on her because Arie had never filed income tax on her earnings.

Arie's View

I love Dave and I doubt that I can overcome his discovery of my slut persona. I'd been talking to my therapist for years saying this shit that Steve and Jeri fed me that I just had to get Dave to embrace who I was and be in a consensual non-monogamous marriage. The girls are his and he did not mention Teddy Benedict, thank God. Last night with Steve and Jeri was tender and full of love, I do love them. The shit about Dad and Gene that Dave does not know is that I was sharing Gene with my mom. Neither Dad nor mom knew about Gene and I and I know mom had a series of affairs that Dad had discovered five years ago and our liaison was more me consoling him.

So he fucking served me at work which I knew ultimately was coming, but Dave was way ahead of me. I called Jeri and wept, "He served me for divorce at the studio," she put me on speaker and Steve said, "What a fucking bully."

I told them I was going by the house to get my clothes and when I got there my keys did not work, I could not get in the garage either. There was part of the filing taped to the door that said, 'There is a temporary restraining order with a no-contact ruling and it said that due to a long term STD 'chlamydia' that Dave was sterile.'

I got back in my Lexus and called my daughters and Ellie picked up, "How fucking many people have you slept with and you're gay," she paused and resumed with Steph, "you have no idea how you disgust us, you're in a long term affair with a millionaire and his wife, you're utterly dead to us. If you show up at our place we'll take a bat to you."

Then nothing, oh Jeri was the best and truth be told I had always fucked Steven so I could be with her.

Two weeks later

It was late fall and we were having brunch on our deck Saturday morning, when the door bell was being rung repeatedly and the door was being beaten on. Steven went through the house and opened the door and there were men yelling and Jeri and I were in our silk pajamas and we stood up just as Seattle Police officers came out onto the deck. A sergeant asked me, "Are you Ariella Larrin?"

I nodded yes.

She grabbed my arm and pushed me against the siding and kicked my feet apart and roughly frisked me, then pulled my hands behind my back and put hand cuffs on me.

I said, "You're hurting me."

Her response was, "You have the right to remain silent. 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 provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"

I said, "Why are you arresting me?"

Before she could answer Jeri yelled, "Don't say a fucking thing, our attorney will be there immediately."

The sergeant did not say anything in response.

I said, "No I do not want to say anything to you and tell me where you are taking me so that my attorney can get to me."

She did not respond and took me through the house where I saw Steven was face down on the floor and his ankles and wrists were zip-tied and an enormous black policeman was sitting on Steven's back as Steven was screaming.

I was taken to the King County Correctional Facility at 500 Fifth Avenue in Seattle. I was processed with finger prints taken, a cavity search, three pictures taken face on and then sideways with me looking two directions and then I was put in a single cell. I knew I was in bad trouble, but did not know why. I had been there about two hours and was wearing bright red rough cotton pants and shirt and plastic sandals when two female guards came to my cell and zip tied my wrists.

We got in an elevator and went up and I could see what floor it was. We stood outside a room and the zip tie was removed and we entered a tiny room and I was led to this table where there was a woman standing in khaki slacks and a sweater she whispered in my ear, "I'm Jeri's attorney Shannon McCall, do not say a fucking thing at all, nod if you understand me," I did.

An Asian woman entered the room and sat down, it was not like courtrooms in the movies, a table and a chair and she was wearing a black cotton dress and said, "Be seated, I am a district court judge and this is a first appearance hearing. My name is Yvonne Chinn."

My attorney said, "Your Honor, my office was retained just this morning. We have not been provided a copy of the state's probable cause referral, nor has my client had an opportunity to review it. I request a brief recess so I can review the state's discovery with my client before we proceed on the record."

The prosecutor handed her the paperwork and she asked the judge, "Your honor can we review this in privacy?"

The judge said, "Yes, sheriff taken them in the secure room," which happened.

When we were alone she said, "You're being charged with first degree murder of your husband David. His SUV was found wrecked, no body but a blood soaked tee shirt is all and they are testing for DNA."

I said, "I have not laid a hand to him, I dearly love him, but he found out that I've had a series of lovers and had filed for divorce. I gave him chlamydia a long time ago and because I had insurance under my maiden name I knew I had it but didn't want him to know and it was a long time ago and he's sterile now. I think I know who did this, though. I have been in a long term relationship with Steven and Jeri, and I don't know if he did it himself or hired thugs to murder Dave, I'm sure Steven did this. He was handcuffed when I was arrested."

We returned to the courtroom and my attorney asked for a sidebar with the prosecutor. I could hear them.

She said, "Judge my client strongly suspects that her lover who is erratic, who was arrested at the same she was, is probably the person to murder her husband given his toxic reaction since her husband had filed for divorce, calling her husband a bully."

The prosecutor responded, "Your Honor, the State is not prepared to extend any offers at this juncture. We need to verify the co-defendant's statements and run forensic checks on the vehicle. However, in light of the defense's admission that a homicide did indeed occur and that her client has direct knowledge of it, the State's flight risk concerns are heavily amplified. We renew our demand for a five million dollar bail or that she be held without bail."

"Let me be absolutely clear, your Honor. My client is admitting to nothing. She has zero firsthand knowledge of a homicide. She simply suspects based on the toxic nature of her marriage and her lover's erratic behavior that a crime may have occurred at his hands. She is not a co-conspirator; she is a terrified citizen offering a lead to the State. We are not admitting a murder took place."

"I understand, Counselor. The record will reflect that this is a hypothetical proffer and not an admission. However, my ruling stands. A King County District Court jail calendar is not the venue to broker cooperating witness deals. If your client wishes to offer information to the homicide unit, you can coordinate a formal proffer session with the King County Prosecuting Attorney's Office on Monday."

The prosecutor responded, "Given that the defense is pointing to a second suspect who is currently in custody and awaiting his appearance next on this very calendar, the State requests that this court maintain high bail conditions for this defendant. We need time to ensure witness intimidation does not occur and to allow detectives to interview the co-defendant."

Judge Chinn set the bail at two million dollars which meant I had to come up with two hundred thousand dollars which was a no go. Then she said, "The court is issuing an immediate Keep Apart order for this defendant and the individual on the subsequent calendar. They are to have no contact, shared transport, or adjacent housing within the facility."

Monday afternoon at the arraignment hearing in the King County Superior Court, the prosecutor read a statement, "Your Honor, the State is filing an amended information this morning. We are charging the defendant with First-Degree Kidnapping and Conspiracy to Commit Second-Degree Assault. Based on co-defendant Steven's weekend admissions, we have probable cause to believe a coordinated ambush took place. While the physical evidence the blood-soaked shirt strongly suggests the victim sustained severe injuries, the victim's location is currently unknown."

Shannon responded, "Your Honor, the state's murder case has completely evaporated. They are relying on the uncorroborated statement of a co-defendant who explicitly stated the husband is not dead and that my client had zero knowledge of this assault. The victim fled the scene. Holding my client on an exorbitant bail for a conspiracy she was completely blind to is a violation of due process. We ask that she be released on her own recognizance today subject to staying in King County."

"The defendant will be released upon posting bond, subject to Electronic Home Monitoring (EHM) with GPS tracking. She is ordered to surrender her passport, maintain a strict curfew, and cannot leave the borders of King County without prior written approval from this court. She is to have absolutely zero contact with the co-defendant, Steven."

Jeri and I slept in and I had not resumed sculpting yet when Shannon called and said, "The DNA on Dave's shirt is rife with Steven's thugs DNA, I am petitioning the court to have your charges thrown out. It will not take long. Congrats."

Jeri had not taken her strap on off last night. I went down on her and ate her ass as she came again and again, "I climbed aboard 'Big Ben' all twelve inches of him and Jeri mauled my tits pulling on my nipples and I came.

End part one