Knock, Knock, Knock…

I pulled the pillow over my head, trying to drown out the infernal pounding. My eyes slowly opened as I realized that the pounding was my head. I lifted the pillow and looked at the clock on my bedside table, 3:36 am.

I was lying on my stomach, and as I woke, I realized I was partially clothed. My pants and boxers were down at my ankles, but I was fully dressed above my waist and still had on my shoes and socks. It registered how strange that was. 

I pushed my hand out on the bed to Laurel's side, feeling for her. But the sheets were cold, and she was not there, and I wondered where she was and if she had been in bed all tonight. 

I quickly came around and started to move when I felt it. My hand slipped down to my cock, and I thought about it. 

"What the fuck?" I said aloud, making my head pound even more. 

I gripped my hand around this thing that covered my cock. It was like a cage of some sort. I tried to move it, but it was holding my cock and balls tightly. I felt around the cage and found a small lock on the top. 

What the fuck was this.? Then a thought surfaced: could this be one of those cock cages I heard about a month ago when I overheard Laurel talking to Ann Stutz? I didn't hear the whole conversation and walked away as Laurel started laughing and said, "I may have to try that if the time ever comes."

I sat up, head pounding, and turned on the bedside light. I removed my shoes, pushed my pants and boxers off, and then finished stripping. I spread my legs and looked at the cage. It was silver, and my cock was trapped inside. Below there, was another cage filled with my balls. I shook my head, not believing what I saw, wondering how this fucking thing had been put on me. 

The last thing I remembered was Laurel, and I left to come home from our date night at about 11:00 pm. A good friend, Tony Giles, had ridden home with us in the same Uber, and it was taking him home after dropping us off. We were all drunk, and I must have passed out on the ride home, and don't remember anything after that until now. 

What the fuck happened when we got home? How did this fucking cage thing get put on me, and where in the hell was Laurel.

I stood up, shaking a little, and walked to the bathroom. The light was bright. I looked around, and all of Laurel's clothes from last night were on the floor. I needed to pee, but how did I pee wearing this thing? I sat on the toilet and let it go. It was messy, but relief was needed. 

I dried it off with tissue and stood. I looked at my sad face in the mirror. I splashed cold water on my face. I took three aspirins and drank two glasses of water. The internal pounding slowly calmed down, so I washed my face again. I leaned on the sink as my head started to clear. I took a deep breath. 

Then I heard it.

I distant pounding, at the same rhythm as the one in my head, but it was external, not internal. I picked up Laurel's clothes and stuffed them in the hamper, but there were no panties. What the fuck was going on? 

I returned to the bedroom, pulled on a pair of gym shorts, and went out to search for the pounding source. Walking into the hall, I heard the noise coming from downstairs. I made my way slowly down the steps and heard the pounding as it became more frantic and louder.  

At the bottom of the stairs, a deep feeling of dread came over me. I walked down the hallway to the guest suite door, and it was closed. The source of the pounding was coming from inside. I stopped for a moment, hearing not only the pounding but deep lust-filled moans from a woman. They were my wife's familiar moans as she built toward a sweet orgasm. 

I was suddenly numb. My headache was gone, replaced with confusion and the realization that my current wife, soon-to-be ex-wife of fourteen years, was being fucked behind this door by Tony, my now former friend. 

I quickly thought I had several choices on what would happen next. 

Choice #1, I could go to my gun safe, take out a 9 MM Glock and shoot Tony in the heat of passion, as I thought he was violating my wife. 

Choice #2, I could shoot them both!

Choice #3, I could leave and never return. That was the only choice that made any sense. 

I went to the storage room off the garage, got two suitcases, and returned inside. I packed all the clothes I could fit in them. I filled two suit bags with suits, dress shirts, and ties. I pulled down a duffel and threw in my shoes and the dopp kit I took from the bathroom. I quietly carried all of it downstairs and out to my truck. 

I went to the guest suite door and listened. I heard the steady breathing of two exhausted sleeping lovers. 

I quietly went to my home office and fired up my business laptop. I opened my company website and logged in. I went to the divorce portal. I pulled up a Divorce Document Template. It took about twenty minutes to complete. I printed two copies and emailed the original to my partner David Palmer. 

I wrote this in the email.

Dave, 

I will not be in the office for a few days. As you can see, I am filing for divorce against Laurel. I need to process the attached Divorce Petition today as soon as possible and have Laurel served asap. I will be staying at the beach house. Please have Eve reschedule all the unimportant cases and move the others around to the associates or handle them yourself. 

I am not sure how long I will be away, but you can call me anytime on my business cell phone. I am stopping at the office to pick it up and a few other things. I will leave my signed papers on your desk. Keep this as quiet as possible, though I know it will get out quickly. One last thing, I want Leo on, Tony Giles. I want everything on this guy. I am going to ruin him. 

I guess you can figure out what happened. I will call you later and tell you what I know. 

Thanks, my friend.

George    

I gathered my two laptops, all the cash, passports, important papers, the house deed, and prenuptial agreement out of my safe, and I put all of it in my truck. 

As I came back into the kitchen, I heard them fucking again, and I went to the door and recorded them for a minute. I heard Laurel gasping, "Oh fuck, fuck me, baby, make me cum." 

I felt like I was going to vomit, my whole body began to shake, and my anger rose to new heights. I walked away, knowing my security system had it all on video, and I would save the file to my computer. Laurel had no idea about that and never thought they would be recorded. 

I went upstairs one last time. I took everything I needed and wanted to save, as well as pictures of my family, Sara, Thomas, George Jr., Laurel, and me. Thank God the kids are at my folk's house for a month, starting this week, so maybe this will be sorted out before they find out about it. 

As I walked around, I thought about the cage on my cock. I had to get it off me. I looked all through Laurel's dresser. I finally found the cloth bag with instructions and a key in the back of the bottom storage drawer. I quickly unlocked myself, removing the cage. I put it in the bag and took it with me out to my workshop. I was going to destroy it.

As I reached the bottom of the steps, I heard Tony moaning, knowing Laurel was sucking his cock and cleaning his cum off like she always did with me. I doubt that will ever happen to me again. 

Curiosity got me, so I read the little booklet all about cuckolding and the cock cage. It was enlightening, but what had been explained would never happen to me. Laurel's feeble attempt to cuckold me had failed miserably. But what Laurel had accomplished was to destroy my life, our kid's life, and her miserable life after I was through with her. All for what? Control over me, being able to fuck other men. Wow, what a shallow person Laurel has turned out to be. 

As for Tony, he would pay dearly, but maybe I will tell you my plan for him as soon as I figure it out; we will see. 

I was about to crush the cage when I had a devious thought. I put the cage back on my cock, practicing. Then I removed it. I nodded to myself, smiled, opened my gun safe, and took out my Glock. I ensured it was empty of bullets. I went back inside with the cage and gun. I had changed clothes so was dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt and was barefoot.

I went to the guestroom door, and I heard snoring, and the mewing Laurel does after we fuck, and she is satisfied, then falls asleep. Quietly I opened the door and slipped inside. It was dark except for the three candles burning. 

I steeled myself as I saw them cuddling together. I took out my phone and took several pictures of them. I gently pulled the sheet off them, and they never moved, meaning they were sleeping hard. 

I moved up the side of the bed and saw Tony's small dick lying soft against his thigh. I winced at what I had to do but did it. With two fingers, I lifted his cock and slipped the cage over him. Then I cupped his balls into the bottom cage, clicking them together and locking them in place. I took several pictures of Tony and of Laurel, seeing her naked body for the last time, I suspected, but we would see what happens.

Tony stirred, moaned, then rolled over, facing Laurel. She moved away to the other side of the bed, as she did with me, wanting to sleep alone.

I walked to Laurel's side of the bed and saw the cage's second key lying on a chain. I quietly picked it up and leaned down, kissing Laurel for maybe the last time. I left the room, closing the door.

I walked to my office and sat at my desk. I began a letter to Tony then one for Laurel. It was short and to the point. 

Tony, 

My former friend. I thought we would go to our graves as best friends, but that can never happen now. I never thought you were the type of man that would do what you have done to our family. I know it was not you alone, it took two to fuck, and it took two for you to destroy my life, the life of our kids, and our family. I hope you are proud of yourself. 

I know Laurel probably told you I was her cuckold when you guys giggled as she put the cage on my cock last night. Well, I have never been her cuckold and never will be. From the looks of it, Tony, you are MY cuckold now. I hold the keys, so I will let you out when I get damn good and ready. That could be a long time from now. I was shocked at how small your dick was and that Laurel had traded down in size.

Tony, know this. Your life is just beginning to become a living hell. I am going to destroy you and your life. No bodily harm will befall you from me. No, I will destroy your business and reputation, and everyone will know what a low-life asshole home wrecker you are. 

You will not know what has hit you, Tony; you will never be able to do anything in this city when I am finished with you. Maybe Laurel and you can hook up together since she will be a free woman in ninety days after I divorce her. 

Be proud, Tony; you have successfully destroyed my family's life and your own.

Your former friend,

George

I folded it and put it in an envelope, writing Tony’s name on the front and sealing it.

Then I wrote a page to Laurel. I poured out my heart, leaving what I had left on the page. I shed tears as I wrote it, knowing I could never stay with her now. It was over, and nothing could save it. If she had cheated without the cuckold and cage things, I might have been able to work through that, but her total betrayal and failed domination finished it. 

I finished the page, folded it, and slipped it into an envelope. I twisted my wedding ring around on my finger, debating, then removed it. I dropped it into the envelope and sealed it, letting my tears drip on the envelope.

I took a deep breath. My chest felt hollow, and my heart was broken into a thousand pieces.

I stood and walked to the kitchen. I laid the two envelopes beside each other. I took a bottle of Jack Black from the cabinet. I took a Coke from the fridge. I looked around for the last time and walked into the garage.

As I sat in my truck, I saw it was 4:53 am. I opened the garage door and pulled out. As I backed into the street, I saw a light come on in the kitchen. Laurel must have heard the door opening, and I knew Laurel would see the letter and panic. 

I stopped and waited, staying in gear so that I would drive off when Laurel came running out.

I saw Laurel look out the front window, then the front door opened, and she ran down the front steps and across the yard toward me. As she reached the sidewalk, I drove off. 

Laurel screamed "No, George, Don't Leave Me!" as she crumbled in the street. 

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The Uber arrived, and Tony Giles, George's best friend, and I got George into the front seat. He was drunker than he had seemed earlier, and Tony and I got in the back seat, and the driver headed to our house. 

Tony's hand was lying on my bare thigh, and I had my hand on his. Tony began to rub my bare skin moving higher and higher, and my hand did the same. I was the first to make the last move when I squeezed his cock bulge. 

Tony moaned, his hand cupped my pussy and squeezed. My hips pulsed, pressing into his hand, and I sighed, "Oh yeah, baby, let's wait till we get George in bed. I have a surprise for him, and then we can play."

The Uber arrived at our house, and Tony got George out and into the house. 

We moved him to the bedroom, and I went into my bottom drawer to get the surprise I had for George. I showed it to Tony and giggled. 

"He will go fucking crazy when he wakes up and finds this on him. He has no idea what it is, but he will learn. I will take the cage off of him as soon as he sees it, then we will have 'The Talk.'" 

"Laurel, are you fucking crazy? George will kill you, or worse. He will divorce you. It's not worth it, your family will be over. I can't be part of this. He is my best friend."

"Yeah, George's best friend has been fucking me for the past month. What do you think George will do when he finds out about that? You are dead meat too! George must become my cuckold, or we are both in trouble. Help me get his pants down, and I will put this on him. He is out like a light and will be out all night. Then we can go downstairs and fuck all night."

I pulled Tony to me and kissed him hard. My hand gripped his cock as he hardened in my hand. He moaned as I stroked him through his pants. 

"Pull his pants down."

Tony worked George's pants and boxers down. His soft cock was laying against his thigh. I picked it up and slipped the cage over his cock. I lifted his balls, fitting the cage over them, hooking them together, then dropped the lock through the eyes and closed it with a click. It was the loudest click I had ever heard.

My body shivered as I realized what I had just done. I knew from then on my life would never be the same. I love George, but he can no longer satisfy me completely. I love making love with him, but he never fucks me, and I need to be fucked, and fucked more often than George can perform. 

We rolled George on his stomach and moved the cage, so it was between his legs. I looked at Tony, and I went into the bathroom without a word. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, and sadness fell over me. 

I wasn't sure what I had just done, and I prayed I had not made the biggest mistake of my life. It was not too late, and I could undo what I had done and send Tony home. George would wake in the morning not remembering anything, and we would go on as before. 

I looked in the mirror and answered my question.

I opened the door and walked back into the bedroom with nothing on but my little lace thong that showed everything. I walked to Tony, kissed him, and smiled as I grabbed his cock and slowly backed out of the room. "Close the door!"

We quickly walked down the stairs to the guest suite. I pulled Tony inside and closed the door. I pushed Tony back to the bed. I dropped to my knees and lowered his pants. I gobbled on his hard cock. He was not big or thick, but he was curved up like a banana, and every time we fucked, he hit my G-spot on every stroke. Making me cum more than George's eight-inch cock ever had. 

I sucked him until he was shaking, and he started to cum. I took all of him in my mouth and swallowed every drop. 

I pushed Tony back on the bed and crawled up over him. Tony had remarkable stamina and could stay hard without blue pill help, and George could never do that, even when we were first married. 

Tony's cock was curled up against his belly. I lay on him feeling it press against my pussy. I was horny as a rabbit, and I needed to cum hard and often. I slid my sweaty body over him, pressing my breasts and hard nipples into his chest. We kissed.

I looked Tony in the eyes, "Fuck me, Tony, put your curved cock to good use, make me cum!" 

Tony flipped me over on my back and was on me, with his cock pushing deep inside me. His cock felt so good I moaned, "Oh fuck, yes, fuck me, baby, make me cum!"

Tony started to pound me, no lovemaking, just a good old fucking. It was good but different from George's tender love he gives me. I love him and his big hard cock, but I needed more, rougher, and harder. Tony fucked me like that, and I loved it. We had fucked ten times over the past month, and I loved his style. 

For the next several hours, we fucked. Missionary, Doggy, Cowgirl, and Reverse. I couldn't get enough of him. We took several naps between our sex. We finally fell asleep, and I rolled to the other side of the bed as I did with George. 

Sometime later, I awoke with a strange feeling. I went out into the hall and listened, and I heard nothing. That concerned me. George snores, and I heard none of that. I went up the stairs to check George. He was gone.

"Oh fuck” I screamed. "George was gone." 

I saw clothes hanging out of half-open drawers. I looked in the closet; suits, shirts, ties, shoes, and all the other items he needed were gone. 

"Oh God, I screamed as I ran down the stairs and looked outside. It was pitch dark, but I saw the running lights on the side of his truck as it sat idling in the street. I ran out the door into the yard, and I panicked.

"George, please don't leave me!"

George must have seen the kitchen light and was waiting to see if I was coming out. As soon as George saw me, he floored the gas and raced off up the street, flaunting his disgust and hatred for me. 

I fell to my knees in the street, watching my whole life disappear into the night.

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I drove to my office and sat at my desk, thinking about what had just happened and how I got to this point.

Last night was nothing special. We had a wonderful time with friends, played games, danced, and drank too much. Around 11:00 pm, we called Uber, and the downward spiral must have started then.

I could not understand what had happened between Laurel and me that would make her cheat on me with my best friend Tony. That didn't make any sense. 

Tony was a successful business owner, owning a large real estate and construction business. Laurel worked for him as a part-time agent, selling six or seven houses a year. He was well-respected in the community. 

Unfortunately, Tony's wife, Lisa, died two years ago from cancer, leaving him alone to care for their two young teenage girls. We were best friends, so Laurel and I helped them with the kids and tried to ease his pain. It seems Laurel decided to take Tony's pain relief to another level. 

I am a successful attorney, managing partner of Wilson, Palmer, and Associates, PLLC, and Attorney at Law. 

We are a medium-sized law firm with fifteen associates and a staff of twenty-five. We represent clients of corporate, business, personal injury, and family law. Dave and I sold the firm to the associates last year and made a lot of money while maintaining a controlling interest between us 50/50. 

I am an avid golfer and love hunting. I go on two golf trips yearly and go hunting in the west each winter during Elk season. Until now, Tony has been on all these trips, but after tonight that will all change. 

Laurel and I have been together for over fifteen years and married for thirteen. We have three kids Sara, eleven, Thomas, nine, and George Jr., seven years old. They are the loves of my life, and until tonight they were second only to my love for Laurel. But now they had quickly moved up the love chart to number one, with Laurel falling completely off!

I poured and sipped a large glass of Scotch as I reminisced about my former family. I thought everything was wonderful, and I had never forsaken the family for work and always made every major school or sports event. We had two family vacations a year, and Laurel and I took a four-day weekend away every other month to our beach house or the Caribbean. 

We were very social, members of the Country Club, and went to St. Luke's Episcopal Church. We have a lot of friends, and we are sought after for parties and civic work,

Laurel was a stay-at-home mom that dabbles in real estate. She had worked with me when we first opened the law firm but retired to raise our kids. She is beautiful, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a model's body. Her breasts are full 36C's with nice rose areolas and eraser nipples that are sensitive and stay hard most of the time. We both had our body hair lasered off a few years ago, so her pussy is smooth all the time. She is highly sexual, and we practice sex almost every day, trying to perfect it, but as much as we practice, we can't ever achieve perfection. 

I have a nice eight-inch cock, fatter than average, which is loved by my wife. But something must have happened, and I am no longer big enough for her. I was surprised by her choice of a lover. Tony has a small dick, so I wonder what it is about him she is attracted to.

I finished my Scotch, no closer to understanding what had happened between Laurel and me, and how she ever thought she could cage me and cuckold me, and I would agree. 

I was in a quandary, not knowing how to proceed. My first reaction was to throw her cheating ass out and divorce her. Then I thought, how did Laurel develop this idea? What part did Tony play? Then I thought back to the conversation I overheard, so what role had Ann Stutz played? The conspiracy was growing wider. 

What was her motive? We have never played fantasy games. Our love and passion have always been so strong we never needed any other motivation, and we were enough for each other. 

I could not figure it out. 

I realized it was dawn and needed to leave my office before anyone arrived. I opened my office safe and got out my business cell phone that Laurel knew nothing about. I also took my private iPad and several other things. I put them all in my carry bag. On my way out I dropped by David's office, placing the signed copy of the divorce filing on his desk. 

I walked out and hit the road for the three-hour drive. 

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After seeing George drive away, I sat on the street for a while. A car came up the road, and I had to move. I ran to the house and slammed the door. I walked into the kitchen having no idea what to do.

Standing in the doorway was Tony. He was naked and had an angry look, holding a paper in his hand. 

He waved it at me, "You stupid bitch. You thought you could cuckold George. Have you lost your fucking mind? Look at this. Look at me. I'm fucking locked in the God Damn cage now. Are you fucking happy?"   

I looked at Tony, shocked that his cock was trapped in the cage I had put on George. What the fuck? How did he get it off? I had a tough time breathing. 

"What is that in your hand, Tony?"

"It's a note from George, and you have one too." 

"Laurel, where is the fucking key?"

I ran down the hall to the guest suite to get the key off the bedside table. Oh shit, it wasn't there.

"Oh, No, George took it." 

"What, just great," gasped Tony. "You don't have the fucking key?" Tony started to panic.

"I have a spare one upstairs." I ran up the steps to the bedroom. 

I went to the bottom storage drawer, to get out the velvet bag and spare key, and it was gone. I pulled out the drawer and emptied it on the floor. I rummaged through the contents but there was no bag and no key!

"Oh My God, George has both keys. He found the key in the bag that I put in here earlier. Fuck he has taken both keys. We are screwed!" 

"What, you have no key? What am I going to do now?" 

"I don't know. We have fucked up. You must leave now. If George comes back, he will kill you, Tony." 

"How am I going to get this thing off without a fucking key? I can't walk around with this Goddamn cage on me. What the fuck were you thinking, Laurel? Jesus, you are just as fucked as me. No, you are fucked much worse. George is going to fuck you over. This little affair is your fault. You got me involved. I knew starting was wrong, but I let my little head think for me. Laurel, you are a great fuck, but now your sweet pussy has fucked up both our lives. Thank you for that!" 

Tony dropped the note on the floor and stormed up the stairs. I watched him leave, cussing up a streak. I picked up his letter and took the one addressed to me, "To My Slut Wife!" I slumped in a chair at the kitchen table. 

I read Tony's note. Oh God, we were so fucked. I was afraid to read my letter. 

I covered my face and started to cry. Talking to myself, "What am I going to do?"

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I arrived at the beach house a little after 9:30 am. I had stopped at Mable's Pancakes for a Big Breakfast, two eggs, bacon, sausage, a three-stack of blueberry pancakes, coffee, and orange juice.

I had also stopped at Steve's Quick Mart for some vital provisions, bologna, cheese, bread, potato chips - three bags, a case of Corona, a couple of limes, and some sweet stuff. I was in depression mode, so comfort food was on the menu for today. Later I would go to the Crab House and eat myself sick on their seafood and wine. It was within walking distance, so if I got drunk, I could stumble home.  

I was full now and had to do some serious thinking about what I was going to do. I had a lot I didn't know and needed to know. Where to start? 

I brought in my clothes and stowed them away. I set up two laptops; one connected to the firm's portal, the other to my security system. I could download and replay last night's activities. I could also see inside my house in real time. I could watch Laurel's every move and hear the end of her phone conversations. 

I turned the volume up and went out to the deck, looking at the beach below and the waves crashing in the ocean. The horizon looked so far away, like an unlimited infinity pool. 

My cell had been off ever since I drove away from my house. I turned it on and silenced it so I could not hear all the notifications I knew I would have. I sat it on the table and watched it bounce around for almost five minutes. 

Meanwhile, I took out my personal business phone Laurel knew nothing about. I scrolled down and pressed call.

"Hey, it's me."

"Can you come down to the beach house tonight?" 

"I am by myself, and we need to talk. You can stay the night if you want, but I'm telling you now, we are not sleeping together. You will understand why when you get here."

"I will fry us some oysters and shrimp and salad. Bring a good bottle or two of wine." OK, I'll see you about 6:00 pm then."

As I hung up, my phone rang. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey Leo, how are you."

"Yes, I need you to find out everything about Tony Giles. I want it all, and I have to find a way to crush the fucking asshole. 

"Oh well, to start with, I caught him fucking Laurel last night in my house."

"Yeah, the cunt was cheating on me. I will deal with her, but with the kids, it's complicated."

"I want to know how long. Laurel will crack and tell me everything when I speak to her again. But you see what you can find." 

"I am staying at the beach house for now."

"OK, look forward to hearing from you, bye."

I decided to take a walk on the beach and clear my head. I slipped on my board shorts and got my beach hat. I sprayed on sunscreen and walked through the dunes to the beach. 

It was about 11:00, and people were setting up their little homesteads with umbrellas and chairs, claiming their spot for the day. Kids and dogs were playing at the water's edge, and all the healthy people were jogging along the sand.

I love the beach; it is the one place I can go to and escape everything, even the colossal disaster Laurel had orchestrated.

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Tony stormed out of the house and was walking funny because of the cage. 

I was still sitting in the kitchen, looking at the envelope. "To My Slut Wife" was harsh, but I imagine it was accurate at the moment. I certainly was a slut last night. I thought it was the right time to try my experiment on George. The one Ann Stutz told me about that she did to her husband, and he loved it. I don't know why I wanted to try it. It never entered my mind before I had started fucking Tony, and I told Ann about him.

Then she told me she had been fucking a man at her work, and she had cuckolded Jeffery, and he liked it. Their sex life bloomed, she said. I never thought I would do anything like that. Then one day, we were working on a school project together, and we went to lunch. We were in Ann's car, and when we returned to the school, she reached into the back seat and handed me a bag. 

"This is what you need. Jeffery has one just like it and likes wearing it and submitting it to me. He is even watching Chad and me fucking now. Last Thursday, he even ate my pussy after Chad came inside me, filling me with a huge load of cum. I sucked Chad's cock, and Jeff ate all his cum out of my pussy. I fucking came so hard I almost had a heart attack. Laurel, the power you will feel over George is incredible. You both will come harder than ever." 

I opened the bag and the box inside. There it was, a silver cock cage, with a little brass lock holding it together. I took it out and felt it. It was smooth and lightweight, and it didn't look big enough for George's big cock. 

"It looks too small. George has a big cock." 

"He will fit. His cock has to be soft so you can fit him in the cage and then put his balls in the other cage. Then you lock him up, and you have the only keys. You have to let him out. George can't cum until you let him. What fucking power. God, I am so hot just thinking about it."

"When you let him out, he will fuck you to death and will cum a gallon. You will both be so happy."

"I don't know, Ann. I am not sure George will go for it. He is a strong-willed man. I don't want to hurt him but scare him. I have just started to cheat on him, and I am not sure I will continue. It has been fun, but it is dangerous. If George catches me, I am not sure what will happen."

"Laurel, that is why you need to cuckold George, then he will participate, and you get it all. Take it and think about it. We can talk more. 

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I picked up the envelope and tore it open. The letter was a long page of handwritten scrawl. I went to the refrigerator and brought back a bottle of white wine and a glass. I poured a glass full, drank it, and refilled it. I shook as a chill ran down my back.

I picked up the letter. My hand shook as I read the first line. 

Laurel, 

We are through, your little game has backfired, and I can no longer stay married to a conniving slut like you, so goodbye! 

I fell back in the chair and gasped. What had I done? I read on. 

For almost seventeen years, I have loved you. You were the only one for me, and I thought I was the only one for you, but I see I was wrong, and you need more than you can provide. We both wanted to make love every day, so I was very confused; what more could I have done? I guess I will never know, and I am not sure at this point it even matters. 

How could you do this to our family? Our beautiful children will be marred for life by your betrayal of our family. How could you be so selfish and irresponsible with all of our lives? You have never been selfish, always giving, and loving others, and what happened turned you into a selfish slut. 

Tony, my God of all people, Tony. A man crippled by the death of his wife, and you help him cope. You decided that fucking him would help heal him a lot faster. He was a good man and my best friend. Now you have turned him into a home wrecker and my worst enemy. I will have to deal with him in a way that neither of you will be happy about. 

As for us, as I said before, I cannot see any way to get through this and us staying together. If there is a way, someone must show it to me. 

I have already filed the papers for divorce, and David is processing them in the morning. You should be served immediately and have thirty days to respond. Get a good attorney, but you will not get past the prenuptial agreement you signed when we were married. None of the family money or business assets will be yours, and you will receive 50% of all our support and your car. The house is in my name, and I will buy you a home or condo. The kids are with me, and you can see them anytime you want.

I could not breathe. My heart was pounding, and I was shaking. What have I done, how could I have listened to Ann, and why did I have to be at Tony's house that day when he was sunbathing nude? That started it all. I read on.

Laurel, I love you with all my heart, and that must not have been enough. I am a crushed man and have no feelings for you. Not hate, not love, not lust, just plain, nothing!

You betrayed me with my best friend, so not only did I lose my wife, but I also lost my one male confidant other than Dave. 

I hope you are happy now that you and Tony can be together. It will only take ninety days, and you will be free. Sign the divorce when the server comes, and you can be free. 

George

I poured a glass of wine finishing the bottle. I drank it, dropped my head on my arms resting on the table, and sobbed.

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I returned from my beach walk feeling refreshed but not one bit clearer on what to do. I needed to talk to Dave, so I called the office. Eve answered. 

"Oh, George, I am so sorry. I never thought… 

I cut her off, "Sorry Eve, I am not in the mood, thanks for your thoughts. Is Dave available?"

I was short with Eve, she has been my assistant for over ten years, but I had nothing to say about this mess.

Dave came on the phone, "Hey George, how are you doing?" 

"Hell, I don't know. I am totally fucked up. I don't know how to deal with what Laurel has done, and I don't know what to think."

"I get it. I want you to put on your lawyer hat for a minute and write down everything you would do if a client walked in and told you this story. You are no different than them, George, it's just you, and you have to depersonalize it and do it right."

"OK, I got it. But I want her served now. We may never follow through, but I want that fear of God in her head, knowing what she will get if we divorce. Not much."

"Almost all our assets are in the firm, and the prenuptial agreement spells it out. She has not thought of that, I am sure. She has no claim on any of the firm's money." 

"Laurel must have an awakening, and she must tell me to complete truth if there is any chance of us staying together. Other players were in a mess, and her friend Ann Stutz was the primary instigator. Then there is Tony, God Tony, how did that happen?"

"OK, I will write the list. We can Zoom tomorrow once I have it done."

"George, Elizabeth called me and told me she was coming down to see you. Is that smart? You are very vulnerable, and she can inflict more damage to the situation if you succumb to her."

"I know but I need a woman to talk to who knows Laurel and me. Nothing is going to happen; I need to talk with her. I have questions that only a passionate cheater can answer, and she is one of those."

"OK, we will serve Laurel at home at about 7:00 pm. Be prepared for a barrage of calls and texts." 

"I can see it live on my security system."

"OK, that's it for now. Talk with you tomorrow. Dave, call Laurel and give her a good lawyer." 

"OK, I will. See you."

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I ran to the seafood market for shrimp and oysters and picked up a salad and some corn. 

On my way home, I got a text."

Beth's text: "On my way, hope you're OK. See you in a couple of hours. 

My text: "Great, come on in when you get here. Not sure where I will be."  

I decided it was time to read some text from Laurel. There were twenty-two of them, and I deleted all of her phone mail messages.

Laurel's text #1: Sobbing, "George, don't leave me. Please come home. I love you!"

Laurel's text #2: Sobbing, "George, I love you! Let me try to explain."

Laurel's text #3: Sobbing, "George, please, please come home. I love you!"

Laurel's text #4: Sobbing, "George, please answer me. I love you!"

After the fourth, I knew they were all the same, so I deleted them all. 

It was getting close to 5:00 pm. I went to my personal laptop and opened the home security app. I could see all the main rooms but did not see Laurel. Her SUV was in the garage. I switched to the outdoor cameras, and there she was, balled up in a deck chair with a blanket wrapped around her, sipping wine.

I called her phone. 

"Hello, Oh God, George, Oh God."

"Laurel,"

"Yes"

"I want you to know regardless of what happens. I love you despite what you have done. You have to be strong; if you are 100% honest with me, we may survive this. Do you understand any lie or deceit, and we are done?" 

"Oh God, George, I love you so much. I am such a fool…"

I cut her off, "Save it. I am not ready yet; you have to wait."

"I have to go; good night!" I hung up, not hearing what she said on the phone. 

I heard her on the screen, "George, I love you. George, George, Jesus, he hung up on me. I am so fucked."

I watched her sob more. Finally, she went into the house and crawled into bed. 

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I prepped all the seafood and made the frying batter. A special recipe my grandma gave me. I shucked the corn, made the salad, and preheated the oil.

I made a G&T and watched the ocean on the deck. It was peaceful, and I needed that. 

I must have dozed off. 

Then I felt a soft hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw Elizabeth Sinn squatting down, looking at me. 

"Hi." 

"Hi to you. Are you OK, George?"

"I dozed off, and I must have needed that. I haven't slept at all since I woke up at 3:36 am. I have been running on adrenaline, I guess. How was the drive?"

"OK, not much traffic, made good time."

"Let me get your things from your car." I started to get up. 

"Beth stood, it’s all in the guest room already, so relax."

Beth reached over and handed me a glass of wine, “It's Sterling Chardonnay, your favorite.” 

I moved over, and Beth squeezed into the chair with me. She cuddled with me, not saying anything, just being with me. 

We sat there for a long time. My heart was calm, and my body was relaxed. 

"What time is it?"

"6:50 pm."

I stood up, walked over to the table, and sat before my computer. I saw Laurel still lying on the bed, and I heard her crying softly. 

I switched to the outside cameras in the front of the house. 

Elizabeth brought me another glass of wine. "What are you waiting for?"

"Just wait."

Beth sat on my lap as we watched the screen. A few minutes later, a car pulled into the driveway, and a woman in a trench coat, with a yellow legal envelope under her arm walked to the front door. I switched the cameras. 

"Oh God George, No, you are not having Laurel served tonight, are you?" 

On the screen, the doorbell rang, and Laurel did not move. 

The doorbell rang several times again in a row. 

Finally, Laurel moved, crawling out of bed. She slowly walked to the door, rubbing her eyes, and slicking her short hair back. She opened the door.

We heard, "Are you, Laurel Anne Wilson?"  

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

Reaching out and handing Laurel the envelope, "Mam, you have been served." The woman took two pictures, turned, and left.

Laurel stood frozen in place, then fainted, falling into the doorway out cold.

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