It was Thursday afternoon.
My wife thought I was out of town on a business trip when actually I had been in town all week putting the final touches on my plan. I was sitting in my car, parked two doors up the street, waiting.
I called the number and confirmed the precise time of her arrival; 3:30 p.m. was the agreed-upon time. That was thirty minutes from now. I needed that time to complete my portion of the plan. Then I will be done!
I opened my laptop and logged into the home security system I had installed a month ago. There were hidden cameras in every room and the backyard pool area.
My phone buzzed with a message, "15 minutes."
My text: "Park up the street and wait till you see me leave, then proceed to the backyard through the side gate. It will be unlocked,"
I looked at the scene on my screen. It was clear they were fucking on the cabana bed. Sheryl was riding Raymond. The sound was muffled, but I heard moans and sighs.
My heart broke once again. Now I had seen the two of them fucking, it was different than just suspecting it was happening. There was no doubt now!
I knew my plan had to be executed.
My phone buzzed again. "I am at his house, ready to move."
My text: "Wait till I text you, then go."
I got a thumbs-up response.
I zoomed in on the video on the screen. It was a good picture, so I took a screenshot and another. I pulled up the screenshot and saw it was clear. I shot a picture of the screen, cropped it, and saved it on my phone.
I closed my laptop and called my mom. "Hi, Mom, something has come up, and Sheryl can't pick up the kids. Can you get them? Please take them home to your house, and I will be by before dinner to pick them up."
Mom agreed, asking if everything was OK. I said, "Yes," trying to keep my voice upbeat.
We hung up, and I moved into the next part of the plan. I walked to my house and entered through the side garage door. I was as quiet as a cat burglar slipping into the main house, through the kitchen, and up the stairs. I pulled down the attic stairs and brought down three large cases.
I moved into the bedroom and packed all my clothes; I put my suits in three suit bags and used a duffle for my shoes. When I finished packing, my side of the walk-in closet was empty, and my dresser drawers were all partly open and empty. Sheryl would panic when she walked in and saw all my clothes, toiletries, and other items were gone.
Then I went to my boy's room and packed up their clothes, some toys, and their iPads.
I gathered a few pictures of our family and our wedding picture. As upset as I was about what Sheryl had done to us, I was not the type to destroy memories. They were good and should be preserved.
I went into my office and emptied my safe, taking the cash, securities, prenuptial agreement, passport, and a few other documents. I made a copy of the prenup and slipped it into a large white envelope. I added $25,000 in cash, my wedding ring, and the signet ring Sheryl gave me last year for our anniversary.
I printed off the two-page letter I wrote to her and the picture of Sheryl fucking him I had taken earlier. I signed the letter, put it in the envelope, and sealed it.
I took a few other items, stuffing them in the duffle as I went through the house. I stopped in the kitchen. I looked out and saw Sheryl on her knees. Her sweet ass was pointing toward me. She had his big black cock in her mouth, sucking him off.
I gagged as my heart broke once again, and I almost vomited right then.
I took out my phone, zoomed in, and took a few pictures and a short video as Sheryl bobbed on his big black cock. It was disgusting!
I laid the thick white envelope on the counter with the picture on top next to an empty wine bottle that they had finished. Beside it, I lay my cell phone, the one I had had for years. I got a new one, and Sheryl did not have the number.
I made my way out of the house through the garage, making two trips to get everything. I carried it all up the street and put it in my SUV. Just as I finished, I saw her car pull up, and she waved. I waved back and gave her the thumbs up. Her part in the plan was about to be played.
As I got in my SUV, I saw her walk past me, dressed in a striking pantsuit. She looked at me and nodded. I sent a text: "Go!"
The plan was in motion. Sheryl and her lover's worlds were about to implode.
I slowly drove off.
As I reached the corner, I stopped. I saw Julia Ann walking briskly back out to her car. A minute later, I saw Sheryl run out dressed in a short robe. She yelled something and then ran back into the house. Then Raymond came out of the house, walking quickly toward me to his car, parked a few doors down the street. I pulled away and turned the corner before he could see me.
Raymond had no idea what was waiting for him at home. Alice was there with the process server, ready to serve Raymond with her divorce papers and my million-dollar lawsuit against him for alienation of affection, naming him in my divorce papers.
I chuckled at the thought. To be a fly on the wall, boy!
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I drove to my new home, which I purchased three weeks ago when I put the plan in place. It was a new condominium. It is big with four bedrooms and everything I need. It is more of a cluster home all on one level with a common wall with my neighbor. That unit was still empty and up for sale. They both boarded the golf course at the Country Club.
Our new home was near my kid's school, which was convenient. The boys would be living with me now, along with April, their new nanny, who was starting next week. She will be living in the fourth bedroom. She is a college student from Nebraska. She is twenty-one years old, getting her degree in childhood education. She is pretty, smart, and will be great for my kids.
Our arrangement is for me to pay for her last two years of education and provide her with housing and food. I will pay her one thousand dollars a month for her use. I will also send two thousand dollars to her mother in Nebraska. They are a low-income family, and her father is terribly ill with COPD and cannot work.
I had a designer friend decorate my new place and purchase all the furniture and kitchen necessities. She had done an excellent job. I gave her an open ticket, which was beautifully done, and the furnishings were perfect.
I brought in all of my clothes and put them away in the master bedroom.
I went to the other side of the house to my two boys' room and put their things away. They would be staying with me from now on since I would have full custody.
There was a guest room and April's room on that side of the house. I painted April's room like she wanted and added a few pieces of furniture and a big TV on the wall. All the rooms had their own bathrooms, so there was privacy for everyone.
Once I had toured the inside, I went out back to the patio area. There was a big inground hot tub and an outdoor kitchen with sunbeds and lounge chairs. It was warm outside, so I sat and looked out over the 14th green of the golf course. The scenery was beautiful.
It was close to 5:00 p.m. when my phone rang. It was William Stone, my attorney. I knew things were exploding, and he was the firewall between Sheryl, Raymond, his wife Alice, and me.
I answered, "William."
"Jesus Christ, Rick, what a shit storm. The phone is blowing up. Sheryl has called looking for you and asking questions about where the kids are. Raymond's wife has called and wants me to handle her divorce.
I am sorry, William, but we knew this would happen; it's what we expected. Just stick with the plan, and it will all settle down. At 6:00 p.m., a private eye who has worked on this investigation will arrive at Sheryl's house, giving her a copy of all the video, photo, and audio evidence, we have on her. He will deliver a second letter I wrote explaining the Prenuptial Agreement and referring her to you to answer any questions. He will also explain that I will not speak with her, and the kids are safe and with me.
William, you are to do the dirty work and have her come in tomorrow and go over the divorce and prenup. She should bring an attorney with her. There is no negotiation. She will only get what is allowed in the agreement and 50% of the proceeds from the house sale, which goes on the market tomorrow.
All of this will be explained in the second letter Sheryl will receive shortly.
I have purchased a burner phone for her to communicate with me. I read off the new number to William. Give her that number and not my new iPhone number. I will only accept text messages from her. Sheryl and I will set up times for her to talk to the boys and see them. I will not be on the phone or present when those things happen. I will never voluntarily speak with Sheryl ever again. William, she is dead to me!"
"OK, Rick, I understand. You are mad and disgusted. I think you will change your thoughts on some of this in the future."
"William, No, I never will. This woman has cheated on me with my former friend. She violated my trust and love. She has destroyed our family, and for that, she will never be forgiven. I will NEVER hear me, NEVER voluntarily speak to her again."
"OK, OK, I get it."
"William, I have to get the boys. Call me if anything happens."
"OK, I hope you are OK."
"I am. I will talk to you later."
I hung up and left to pick up my boys. It was going to be a tough night.
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I had just had the most powerful orgasm of the day. One of many Raymond had given me today. I had just finished giving Raymond a sendoff blow job and received his last gift, a belly full of his hot cum.
I was laying with my head on Raymond's hairy belly, running my hands through his pubes and playing with his soft cock, hoping to awaken it once more.
Suddenly, a woman in a pantsuit entered the yard through the side gate. It was normally locked, but for some reason, not today. She was a striking woman with a valise under her arm. She walked right up to the cabana, standing right in front of us, looking at our nakedness.
Looking down at me, she asked, "Are you Sheryl Marie Stone?"
I looked up at her and then at Raymond, sitting up now. Then I looked back at her. I stood up naked in front of her, "Yes… Yes, I am."
She reached into her valise and handed me a large yellow envelope. She took a picture of me with her cell phone and said, "Sheryl Marie Stone, you have been served." She turned and walked away back through the gate.
I was shocked. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had a tough time breathing. I knew what being served meant. I ripped open the envelope and pulled out the thick pack of papers. The top page read Complaint of Divorce between Plaintiff Richard James Stone and Defendant Sheryl Marie Stone.
"What the fuucckk! I screamed, grabbing a robe, and running after her.
As I rounded the side of the house, she was driving off. I ran back into the house, passing Raymond as he walked out without a word. I yelled at him, "Where are you going?" He said nothing, walking quickly to his car and driving off.
I ran through the house to our bedroom. I stopped dead. The drawers in Rick's dresser were all open and empty. I looked in the closet, and all his clothes were gone. I fell to my knees and screamed, "Oh God, what have I done?"
I fell over on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. My body started to shake, and I peed myself, puddling on the floor. I knew my life was over.
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I arrived at Mom's, and she was waiting for me. She lived by herself since my dad passed away a couple of years ago. The kids were in the kitchen eating hot dogs and French fries. Mom looked at me, seeing I was not myself. She pulled me out of the room, "What is going on? Where is Sheryl?"
I looked at her. There was no sense in avoiding reality. "Mom, Sheryl has been cheating on me. It has been going on for a long time, maybe six or seven months. To make it worse, her lover is Raymond Lewis."
The look on my mom's face was complete disbelief. Raymond was like a son to her and a brother to me. His family had lived down the street from us since I was nine years old. We had been fast friends through high school. We went separate ways, with me going to the Marines and Raymond playing football at a small college and becoming an accountant.
Life goes on. Raymond had lived in Colorado for many years, so we were never close again. I had heard he moved back to town about a year ago to help care for his ailing mom. Raymond had gotten a job at the same company Sheryl worked for, but in the accounting department. Sheryl had mentioned that she had met a man, and he asked if she was my wife. She said yes, and Raymond asked if she could tell him he was working at her company and wanted to reconnect.
That night, she told me about Raymond and gave me his number. I called him, and we had lunch a few days later. It was good to see him and catch up. It was unlike old times, but we agreed to go out together soon.
He had changed, and so had I. I had gotten married and had kids. Raymond was married but had no kids. We set a time in two weeks for us to go out for dinner.
The night arrived, and Sheryl was more excited than I thought she should be, but I thought nothing of it.
We went to dinner, and I met Alice, Raymond's wife. She was a beautiful white woman. They had been together since college and finally got married just before they moved back home. They were living with Maria, Raymond's mom, in the house he grew up in.
We had an enjoyable time and decided to go dancing. We went to a club that Sheryl and I had visited several times. They have a good house band and a large dance floor. We got a table toward the back, away from the dance floor, and I went to the bar for drinks. When I returned, Alice was at the table, but Raymond and my wife were off dancing.
"Alice, why aren't you dancing with Raymond?"
"As soon as you left, Sheryl grabbed Raymond and pulled him onto the dance floor. She told me to dance with you when you came back."
"Well, OK, let's dance then." I held out my hand.
Alice and I danced to several songs, and then we sat down. Sheryl and Raymond did not and were dancing to more songs. A slow song set began, and I finally saw them across the crowded dance floor. They were dancing much closer than they should have been. Sheryl had her head lying against his hard chest with her arms around his neck. Raymond's hands were on her hips, caressing the top part of her bottom. He was holding her hips tight against him. It was almost like they were grinding on each other.
I was not happy about how they were dancing, so I went to break in. I told Alice I would send Raymond back to her. She smiled and took a swallow of her drink. She didn't seem upset, so I wondered if this was normal.
I approached them and saw Sheryl's eyes were closed. I tapped Raymond on the shoulder. "I'll take over now, Raymond. Alice wants to dance with you."
They both were startled. I was there and quickly separated. I moved in and took Sheryl in my arms, seeing her look at Raymond with a dreaminess in her eyes. I noted that and would talk with her about it later.
We danced a few dances and had a couple more drinks, and then I suggested, "Sheryl and I are heading home. It was good seeing you again and meeting Alice. We will have to do this again. Tell your mom hello for me."
I stood and pulled Sheryl up from her seat, almost before she could say anything. Though she did get out, she had enjoyed the night and meeting everyone.
We walked out of the club with Sheryl barking at me. "That was very inconsiderate. What has gotten into you?"
I said nothing until we were in my SUV.
I locked the doors and turned toward Sheryl. The expression on my face must have warned her. She shied away, looking out the window away from me.
"What in the hell were you doing with Raymond? You were grinding, dry humping him on the dance floor. What were you thinking, or were you thinking at all? I don't believe this is the first time you have danced together. What the fuck is going on?" My voice was almost screaming at the end.
Sheryl looked at me. Her eyes were sad. "It was nothing. We were just dancing. And no, we have not danced before. Tonight is the first time I have seen Raymond outside of work, and only once and a while when we bump into each other. Jesus, what are you accusing me of?"
I stuck to my position. "Sheryl, if you could have seen yourself. You looked like lovers dancing intimately with each other. When I broke in, your eyes were closed. When you opened them, there, filling your eyes, was that dreamy look you get when you are really turned on. You almost didn't recognize me at first, and it seemed like you would protest until you recognized it was me, your husband."
Sheryl's face blushed beet red, and she could not speak.
"So, Sheryl, tell me what the fuck is going on? Do I have anything to worry about?"
She looked at me, and a tear ran down her cheek.
"God no, I love you, Rick. It was nothing. We danced a few slow songs one after another, and I just felt comfortable in his arms. I just got carried away. I am sorry. It meant nothing. It will not happen again."
"Your damn right it won't. There will be no more dancing with Raymond Lewis ever!"
I started the SUV, and we drove off. As we were leaving, I saw Raymond and Alice coming out of the club, and Alice was yelling at Raymond. It made me happy she was on him, too.
"Well, Alice thought your dancing was inappropriate, too. She is giving him hell."
Sheryl looked out and saw Raymond getting chewed out by his wife.
"Oh my, what did we start? I am sorry, Rick. There was nothing meant by it."
The drive home was quiet. After I took the babysitter home. Sheryl was dressed very sexy and tried to take me to bed, but I resisted, which I never did. "Not tonight, Sheryl, not tonight!"
My rejection crushed Sheryl, and she went off to bed. I slept in my recliner until the kids woke me at 6:30 a.m., wanting waffles for breakfast.
The next day was a cool one in our house. I had an odd feeling that something was going on between them. It may only be flirting, but the more I thought about it, their dancing was too familiar to be their first time being together. There had to be more to this.
That night, after dinner, we played a game of life with the boys. I watched Sheryl. She seemed more tense than usual and not as talkative as she normally is. Once we finished the game and got the boys to bed, I settled in the den with a glass of Scotch.
Sheryl came in with a glass of wine. She sat and looked at me. There was sadness on her face. She drank a swallow of wine, put it down, and turned toward me.
"Rick, in all of our years together, I have never done anything like what I did last night. I cannot explain what happened. I am sorry I was so out of line and made you doubt me and my loyalty. I love you and only you. I want no one else, only you. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."
I swallowed a mouth full of Scotch. I was processing what Sheryl had said. I somewhat believed her, but I had doubts about her and Raymond. I finally looked at Sheryl after three minutes of silence, which made her extremely nervous.
I leaned forward and looked her in the eyes, "I only have one question. Have you and Raymond ever been alone, just the two of you, anywhere at any time?"
I sat back and took another mouth full of Scotch and waited.
The length of time it took her to answer told me what I needed to know. Yes, they had!
A minute passed, and Sheryl answered. "Yes, twice, both times we went to lunch. The first time, we went with others, but because there were too many of us, we had to split up. Raymond pulled me to a separate table, and we sat by ourselves. The second time was just the two of us. Neither time did anything happen. We just had lunch and talked."
I looked at her, doubting what Sheryl was saying.
Nervous, Sheryl stated, "Rick, I swear that it was just lunch and nothing more. I would say it was Raymond's idea that if we went out together, the four of us, he wanted to dance with me. I thought that would be OK, but obviously it wasn't!"
I stood up, looking down at Sheryl, "You are my wife. If you want to continue to be my wife, you will never have lunch or any contact with Raymond Lewis outside of a mandatory work meeting, and then only when there are more than three people in attendance. Sheryl, this is not an option; it is a mandatory requirement. Do you understand?"