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BURN THIS WHOLE TOWN DOWN

2021-01-16T22:33:44Z

LeanneRooks7287:

From the mountain top of contentment, actually being married to the town princess, having two wonderful kids, my own business that was going good, and living in my home town, where I had always wanted to live, to the depths of hell in a few weeks is my story. I live in Culverson, a small town in a Midwest state. The population of our small community is only a thousand souls. Our nearest urban area, a small city of twenty thousand people, is located about sixty miles away. There are other smaller villages between. We have a couple of convenience stores, a precursor to Wal-Mart, you know the small find everything store that primarily sold groceries but had a toy section, clothing, office supplies, camera department, and various sundries and even had patterns and cloth for those who thought themselves seamstresses. We also had a small pharmacy, a local True Value franchise, a farm store, a couple of cafes (no fast food restaurants), a large locally owned bank and a small credit union as well as my computer services business. My company was mostly an IT consulting service. I sold hardware such as computers, servers, and monitors but mostly to those that were interested in the whole package including networks. Some of my clients included the bank, the local hospital and the school system. My nearest competitor was in the more urban city but I even had clients there and had to frequently trouble shoot my competitor's networks. Oh, I guess I should actually introduce myself. My name is Tim Meheron. I am thirty years old. For any who care I am six foot tall and weigh one hundred and eighty pounds soaking wet. Up until recently I was married to a girl I knew all through middle and high school, Becky Mains-Meheron, now soon to remarry as our divorce is final. We were married for seven years. I thought they were good years but, I guess, she didn't think them so good as she blindsided me with the divorce petition. Now, I do have to state, that we were not high school sweethearts. We barely talked to each other at any time since we ran with different crowds. We attended the same university but didn't hang out with the same crowd there, either. As a matter of fact I really didn't like her in school as she was the local princess. Her daddy, Ronald Mains, owned the only bank in town. Mains Federal Bank loans money to the local farmers, the feed store, the locally owned convenience stores, Ned's Superstore, and most of the rest of the businesses locally as well as most everyone in town has auto loans and home loans through that bank. I guess we all like to see our banker face-to-face and so online banking has not really caught on here. I even have a small operating loan with my daddy-in-law. Well, anyway, back to Becky. It wasn't until after we graduated with our bachelors' degrees that suddenly she was interested in me. Now, I had fanaticized a little about her when we were in high school. She was the lovely blonde of decent height, weight, nice bust and ass and head cheerleader. I was a starting defensive end during football season, a forward playing basketball, ran the 1000 meter and 2000 meter races in track and played center field during baseball. Now Becky was not exactly stuck up, she would refute that little generalization if you threw it at her but she did project that attitude of entitlement. She dated the quarterback who also played point guard and pitched baseball. Josh was a good guy and a good athlete. He went to a different university on a full ride scholarship to play football and that was when they broke up. Like I said, I didn't run in the same circles as Becky did during our college days. She was a high ranking member of her sorority, the largest on campus, and their corresponding fraternity was the largest on campus. There were always fraternity or sorority sponsored events to take up time outside of class. On the other hand, I was a nerd. I spent a lot of time outside of class learning hardware and software as well as various systems and the difficulty computerizing them. My choice of study required at least as much time studying as I put in the classroom. I also had to have a job to help pay what the small scholarship didn't. My dad was the manager of Ned's Superstore so he didn't make a huge salary, just enough to keep me from grants. Just to give an example of scale you could multiply the square footage of my parents' house by four and still not be as large as Ronald Mains' primary domicile. During the summer Dad and I would go camping almost every other weekend. Fishing was a cheap but enjoyable pastime. Becky and her parents would jet off to Aspen, the Ozarks, Miami, occasionally to Hawaii, and then up to Maine just for shits and giggles. Get the idea? We were very different people who just happened to grow up in the same small town. When I came home from school suddenly Becky wanted to date me. She was almost stalking me. I really never understood her interest. Yes, I had started my business but, at the time, I was a one-man operation. I had applied for a small business grant for my startup money and I was showing a small profit after the first year. Becky finally bit the bullet and asked me to dance one night when we both seemed to be at the same bar with a live band. We fit together pretty well. Mom had insisted that I learn to dance various different steps so I didn't acquit myself too badly. We parted as the bar shut down for the night with a kiss by her car and a promise by me to call the next day for a "real date". I was an only child, something about mom's uterus that didn't allow normal development of the fetus. I guess I was a miracle baby. Becky had a brother who left home at age eighteen and fell off the face of the earth. I guess he didn't like Ronald much. During the year after I graduated my dad died of a sudden heart attack. Mom said he was talking about mowing the yard and sometime later she noticed something sticking out of the small shed door at the back of the lot. My dad had collapsed there and by the time mom noticed it was far too late. The ambulance guys didn't even try to revive him. He had been gone too long. Becky attended Dad's funeral even though we had only been on a few dates. It pleased me to see her there and she migrated to my side at the cemetery and held my hand as the tears coursed down my face. She was also very gracious to Mom and some of the small contingent of family that had traveled quite a ways to support us. Mom's house was fully paid off before Dad passed and he had a pretty good life insurance policy that assured her a living income the rest of her life if she was careful. Thank god for that as the recent events unfolded. I'll get to that in a bit. The old joke is about the guy that chased a girl until she caught him. Well, that wasn't the way Becky and I proceeded. She chased me. She asked me out. She initiated our sex life. I won't go into specifics except to say that we fit together, sexually, pretty well. We started to date exclusively, at least from my standpoint and I didn't hear any rumors of her dating others, and we engaged in sexual congress two or three times a week. There were days I had to travel to some of the outlying communities. Some of the larger farms wanted to integrate all their computers, from the tractors, to the planters, the milking parlors and then the household computers. All had to have wi-fi access. With the buildings sometimes quite a ways apart there were logistical obstacles to overcome. So, I don't know if Becky sat at home, in her parents' house, on nights I had to be too busy to see her. Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you about Becky's job. Since her major was "Women's Studies" she couldn't find an appropriate job in Culverson so she went to work for her daddy. She started as a teller and worked her way up, quite rapidly, to vice president of the loan department. Of course it was nepotism but she threw herself into the work and got educated, the way her father wanted, in how banking works. Years later I can look back and see how I was played into marriage. One night, just before Christmas that year, Becky informed me that she was pregnant and asked what I was going to do about it. With the values that were instilled by my parents, I immediately asked her to marry me. I should have immediately realized my love's actual pregnancy status when she and her mother chose a date seven months after the announcement of our engagement that Christmastime. By the time I finally figured out that she had lied about being pregnant the plans were set and [https://xfaap.com https://xfaap.com] the massive amount of invitations had been sent out. I confronted Becky and she just shrugged her shoulders. Her explanation? "If I left it up to you we would never get married, let alone engaged. I love you and you love me. This will work." As for me, I was in love with the town princess. The sex was awesome and I really wanted to sleep with and next to Becky so I went along and didn't kick the traces after realizing she had lied about her pregnancy. The wedding was the largest hosted in our town in anyone's memory. Everyone was invited. We even held it on a Sunday afternoon so all the businesses could close down. The feast was extraordinary, catered by a firm from our urban community. We honeymooned in Barbados where Becky found a clothing optional beach and was nude almost every day we were there. The sex was alternately loving and gentle and then rough and tumble. We did it all. We explored the island via motor scooter and even snorkeled in the clear Caribbean Sea. After our two weeks of hedonism it was back to work. I now had one person working for me and before our marriage imploded had expanded to three technicians and a secretary/bookkeeper to keep us all organized and in line. About a year after we married Becky announced that she was pregnant. This time it was not a false alarm. Constance, my little Connie, was born with all ten toes and fingers and was destined to be spoiled rotten. She is my little girl though. Two years after that we welcomed Thaddeus, or Tad for short. He also came fully formed. My life was complete and I was as happy as a pig in a mudhole. Our seventh year was when things seemed to change. Becky suddenly was needed to work a lot of evenings and some weekends. I could understand the occasional banking conference but it was a slow year and there couldn't have been any new influx of loan applications that would merit all these evening meetings and weekend hours. Becky always answered her cell phone if I called but I tried to not bother unless it was important. There was never any missed calls or any time she answered all out of breath but I was still a little concerned. Our sex life also suffered since Becky was seldom home before I went to bed. A lot of nights I would need to hit the hay just after the kids because of my travel time to service my customers. Yes, I had more help but that was just to keep me from running around chasing my own tail. We were all very busy but I planned my days so I could be home in the evenings, especially if Becky couldn't be counted on to care for the kids. I remember the last time I made love to my wife. I came home on a Friday night and, lo and behold, she had actually arrived before me and had supper ready for us. The kids were beside themselves talking to their mother throughout the meal. So much so we had to actually ask them to eat. We all then cleaned up the table and got the pots, pans and dishes into the dishwasher before sitting together and watching Shrek for the umpteenth time. The kids were so happy to see Becky that she had to put them down for the night. I wasn't allowed anywhere near their bedroom that night. After they were settled Becky came back to the living room carrying a couple of glasses of wine and wearing high heels and some little bit of fluff called a baby doll that accentuated her beauty and made my cock hard as a rock. We settled on the couch and sipped our wine while Becky whispered what she wanted me to do that night. She didn't want nice and loving, no, she wanted hard fucking in all her holes. I didn't know if I could step up to the mark as it had been quite a while since our last encounter and I was certain I would shoot before I even got my cock lined up with her little bald pussy. I gave it everything I could and I collapsed into a dreamless sleep. When I woke on that Saturday morning Becky was already dressed and had an envelope in her hands. "Time to wake up, Dummy." Where was the loving woman of last night? Why the term Dummy? "The kids are all dressed and ready to go to Mom and Dad's. That is where I will be staying this weekend. That will allow you about forty-eight hours to get your shit out of my house. Monday morning there will be a protection order entered against you citing mental cruelty and a tendency to violence if you are upset. The divorce papers in the envelope will also be filed at the same time." I was flabbergasted. I finally found my voice and asked, "What is going on and why are you doing this?" "Simple, Stupid, Josh has come to work in the bank as Dad's right hand man and we are going to get married as soon as the ink is dry on my divorce papers. We have been getting reacquainted for months and now is the time to pull the trigger." As she was leaving she paused to toss the last grenade on my life. "By the way, Josh can't have kids so he wants to adopt Constance and Thaddeus. They will now always be referred to by their given names, not the hillbilly nicknames you came up with." She slammed the door on her way out. I spent the first twelve hours of that weekend just reading and rereading the contents of the envelope. Rebecca, not Becky anymore, not only wanted the house but my business also. The terms said I could still run the business but I would only make minimum wage, less than even the rest of the crew. She wanted full custody. The requested child support would be more a month that I would actually make under her demands. She also wanted alimony even though she would be making many times what I could make. She had her car titled in her name but mine was owned by the company. As long as I was employed by the business I could still drive it. We had some savings, not a lot since we were still young, but some. She had already pulled all but a few dollars out of the account. I didn't even get half. Finally decided to quit reading and stewing and do something. I called around and found someone to loan me a pickup and a trailer. I had no friends of my own, just "our" friends and knew that they would not be at helpful. Finally I called a couple of guys I used to hang out with in high school and they immediately came and we packed the trailer with things that Becky would not quibble about. I had no where else to go so I went into work. I had purchased the whole building a year before so we could have more expansion space. The second floor had a small apartment in the back that was dingy and dirty. I rolled up my sleeves and cleaned all day Sunday. An airbed was my bed. My friends loaned me some old furniture and some pots and pans so I could eat and sit on something. A small microwave would have to suffice as my cooking appliance for a bit until I could find a stove. I also needed a refrigerator but made do with a cooler full of ice for my beer. On Monday I woke stiff and sore. I do not recommend an airbed except as an emergency bed. The shower was cold as there was no hot water on the second floor, only a small tank for the bathroom in the office downstairs. I managed to shave and look somewhat presentable. I called some of the local attorneys and was soon made to be aware that I was being perceived on the same level as a mass murderer. My father-in-law had put out the word. There would be no help provided to me or loans would be called in. I had no time to get a lawyer from farther away so I went to court that morning representing myself. Judge Gavin presided. I had a real bad feeling. The judge was always at any event hosted by the Mains family and I would bet his car and home loans were through the Mains Federal Bank. He directed his first comments to me. "Mr. Meheron, why aren't you represented by Counsel?" "Judge, I beg your pardon but I was served my papers on Saturday morning by my wife and so could only look for an attorney this morning before court. No local attorney will take my case. I ask for a continuance to seek counsel from farther away." "Denied. I don't understand this. According to the file these papers were filed three weeks ago and this court date was scheduled then. The file also shows you were served at your place of business that same day by a deputy. You had plenty of time to seek representation and file the required papers showing your financial status. I should hold you in contempt at your blatant attempt to delay these proceedings." "Your honor, I wish to protest and hope this is put into the official court record that I find that I am being railroaded into a settlement that is totally in my wife's favor and this is just to destroy me, not help my children in any way. Since all of my earnings records are filed jointly my wife should have been able to produce and present my financial standing and thus make mute the whole request for unreasonable child support and also, she has announced that she is remarrying as soon as our divorce is final so alimony should be a non-issue." He slammed his gavel down. "Silence! You, Sir, are out of order! You have had plenty of time to respond to the summons. I find for the plaintiff." He slammed his gavel down again and stood and left the chamber. I was aghast. In a matter of minutes I was divorced, I may find it very difficult to see my children ever again, and my business had been taken away. I looked over at my ex-wife. Rebecca at least looked a little guilty for what she had just done. She sucked it up and gave me a haughty stare. "You had better get to work. I don't pay you to sit and look like someone just pissed in your Cheerio's." Hate was becoming a more dominant emotion over the confusion of the past few days. I had to control myself as I could see the bailiff watching me very closely. He didn't seem too friendly. Joshua and the bitch got up and followed their attorney out the door. I sat and waited. I needed to give them no ammunition to get me thrown in jail. Somehow I was coming to the conclusion that was one of their goals. If I was in jail for losing my temper then her accusations would be given credence. The bailiff came over and quietly talked to me. "They should be out of the building by now. The other bailiffs are watching but you know how much pull the Mains have in this town, hell, in this whole county. Get yourself a lawyer from the state capital. That should be far enough away. We support you and feel for you but can't risk being found out." I nodded and thanked him. When I went out there were multiple people in uniform lined up to watch me leave. I went to the office. Surprisingly Rebecca and Joshua weren't there ahead of me. I figured they would beat feet to tell the staff who was now the new owners. Their arrogance cost them a little. First I made sure that all the staff members were busy with assignments. I then wrote out a check for cash and sent our secretary/bookkeeper to the bank to cash it. I directed her to tell anyone who might question it that I was going to be out of town for a few days servicing distant clients and would need cash. I assumed that if I went to the bank myself then there would be orders to thwart me. Unless the judge had signed a court order detailing who was now the owner of the business then the bank shouldn't deny the business the funds. This was not an unusual occurrence as a lot of the small towns preferred cash over debit or credit cards as the bank and credit companies charge a percentage of every transaction against the businesses themselves.

THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK

2021-01-16T22:12:16Z

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It was a typical evening at the Strickland household. Cindi was doing laundry after supper while Hal was reading the newspaper in the living room. Cindi lamented to herself that their marriage seemed to be mired in a rut of apathy. She was content in the knowledge that she had finally done something to add excitement to her sex life. Putting her current thoughts on the shelf, she came into the living room. "Why aren't you watching the TV news?" "I'm tired of hearing the same things over and over. I thought cable was supposed to give us the opportunity to receive a lot more depth of information on issues. Instead, we get same stuff repeated every fifteen minutes. At least they have pretty women with big boobs giving most of the news now." He had a big grin on his face. He wasn't kidding. He just had the habit of speaking before thinking. Cindi just shook her head. "Hal, can we do something different tonight? Maybe a board game?" "You mean a b-o-r-e-d game?" Again, he smiled at his joke. "We could play Scrabble. I might even let you win." She was hoping to trigger his competitive trait to get him out of his lethargy. "No, thanks, dear. If you're worried having some entertainment tonight, I think you will be more than satisfied." Hal worried that he just said too much. "You mean we might have sex for a couple of minutes?" "Hey, I always last longer the second time." "Yeah, when you don't fall asleep immediately after the first quick one." Hal decided to end the back-and-forth before he got himself in trouble. The newspaper was back in front of his face. Cindi went to the kitchen to fix herself a drink. "Hal you want a beer or something?" "Makers and ginger ale if we have it." Cindi was a little puzzled at his request. Bourbon was usually a drink for special occasions. While Cindi was making the drinks, the doorbell rang. Hal called out, "I got it honey." He went to the door and saw the shocked face of a man standing there. "I . . . uh . . . must have the wrong house. I'm sorry." He started to back away. "Nonsense, Caleb, isn't it? We've been expecting you. Come on in." Caleb staggered in, wondering what was going on. He was prepared to bolt at a moment's notice. He was searching quickly for an excuse as to why he was there, "I just came by . . . " Cindi came into the living room and dropped the drinks she had in her hands. "Oh my God, Caleb, what are you doing here?" Hal answered for him, "I told you things would get interesting tonight. Caleb, you sit on the couch. Cindi, you clean up your mess and join us." Caleb spoke up, "I have interrupted your evening. I think I better be going." He turned to leave. Hal pulled out a revolver from behind his back. "Caleb, be a good boy-toy and sit on the damn couch." Cindi screamed in fear, "Hal, don't shoot him. It was my fault as much as his. Let him go. Please. I'll do anything, but don't kill him." "Calm down, Cindi. No one will get hurt, physically that is, if you two just do as I say." Cindi cried while cleaning up her mess. Caleb sat fidgeting on the couch. Hal was in his recliner and turned it to face the Caleb. He started to talk to Caleb, but Caleb spoke first. "Hal, I know . . ." "That's Mr. Strickland to you, asshole." "Mr. Strickland, I know this must be difficult for you to understand. What Cindi and I have is nothing compared to how much she loves you and . . . " "Caleb, stop the 'she only loves you' bullshit. I know about you and Cindi. Just sit there and answer what you are asked." Cindi joined them, sitting next to Caleb on the couch as Hal's gun indicated she was to sit. "Hal, what are you going to do? It's not like you to be violent." "And I didn't think it was like you to cheat. How about that. We've both learned something new about each other lately. Now, we're going to sit here and pretend we're grown adults. I'm waiting for someone else. In the meantime, Caleb, I think I should know more information about my wife's lover. Where are you from originally?" "Whitesburg." "You look very fit. Did you play football by any chance?" "Yeah. High school but not college. I was a cornerback and safety for Whitesburg High." "Really, when?" "2000 - 2003." "I played for Greenville High 1999 -- 2002. That means we played against each other. Small world." "Hal, Mr. Strickland, do you remember the 2001 game? I made the game winning tackle against Greenville." "I remember. I was the one who was supposed to be blocking you." They both chuckled. Cindi interjected, "What the hell is going on here? He's got a gun pointed at us and you two are talking about football! Hal, once again, what are you planning to do to us?" "Fine, I'll put the gun in my lap if it makes you feel any better. Please have a little patience. Our next guest should be here soon." As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Hal directed Cindi to answer the door. She opened the door to see an attractive but obviously disturbed woman. The woman pushed her way in and walked straight to the couch. Caleb stood up quickly and asked, "Alex, what are you doing here?" He barely got the words out of his mouth before a hard slap knocked his head to its side. "What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here? What happened to that last minute business trip to Atlanta? Sit your cheating ass down, loser." Alex scowled at Cindi and went over to Hal. "Everything okay?" "Yep, right on schedule." Caleb asked, "Alex, who is taking care of Danielle?" "She's with a babysitter." Cindi yelled, "You have a daughter? You never told me you had kids. You bastard." "Well, it never came up." Hal once again had a thought to word moment without a filter in between, "Yeah, we know what did come up, don't we Caleb?" Cindi tried a different tactic at dealing with the situation. "Well, you two caught us before anything really happened. We have been working on a way to get together for our first time. Thank goodness you stopped us when you did. Now, I promise we'll never see each other again." Hal and Alex laughed. Hall pulled out a tape recorder and started playing a session of sex with Cindi and Caleb. It was obvious that not only were they having sex, but that it was only one of several that had happened. Both Hal and Alex received scathing reviews of their sexual skills from their spouses from the taped bedroom conversations. "Now, Cindi, you were saying?" Caleb interrupted, "So, Mr. Strickland, it was you who emailed me from Cindi's computer about coming over this weekend?" Hal nodded. Cindi asked, "Hal, how did you get my password? That's an invasion of my privacy." "So, sue me. Actually Cindi, you'll get a kick out of this. I couldn't believe it myself. Have you seen the murder mystery movies where the detective finds a note pad by the suspect's phone? He takes the page underneath where the killer has just written down critical information on the missing page that was on top. Then the detective takes a pencil and rubs the graphite lead over the surface of the under page and magically the information appears. I tried it on your notepad and got what looked like a password. Bingo! I looked at your emails and guess what I found? Cindi you and Caleb have been bad, very bad." "Okay you caught us. What now?" "Now, we want a full confession: When did it start? Why did it start? Where did you see your relationship going?" Caleb didn't volunteer so Cindi spoke. "We met at the first of school at faculty orientation. There was an instant physical attraction. We went from flirting at times we happened to be together to finding ways to be together. It was the faculty Christmas party when we first did it. Since then, we've been together a couple of times a week. We've talked about being together more frequently, but we didn't want to go through the mess of divorce much less talk about getting married afterwards. That's the short version." "You left out 'why.'" "That's hard to say. First of all, sex with anyone is usually very rewarding. That means the old cliché of 'It was only sex' is more than a lame excuse. Beyond that: Bored at home. Bored with the sex at home. Physical attraction. Opportunity. Selfishness. Whatever the reasons, it happened. I'm sorry we got caught but I'm even more sorry it happened at all. Despite what I said about you in the throes of passion to make Caleb feel good, Hal, I do love and respect you." "So, sex with me is boring? You might have mentioned that to me. I always thought you were satisfied." "I pretended sometimes so I didn't hurt your feelings." "And you thought you having sex with another man would hurt my feelings less than talking to me?" "You weren't supposed to find out." "Too bad. We did. Alex, do you have any questions for these two?" "I have threats and curses but no questions." "Now, what are Alex and I going to do about our marriages you ask? "There are a number of options we considered you two need to be aware of. Notice I did not mention that you two would have a say in which one or ones we choose. If you fight any of the options we choose, we will send the tapes to your principal, the school board, and your parents. Divorce -- Of course that is the big one. Its attraction is that it would be the cleanest. There would be a parting of the ways but with Alex and I keeping more than 50% of the assets. Since we are the injured parties, we think we deserve more than half. Divorces, however, are messy, Alex and Caleb have a kid to share, and both parties would suffer financially after the divorce for at least a few years. In addition, Alex and I would have to seek new partners unless we want each other. This option seems too much a hassle to consider now, BUT it is always on the table should you two slip up again. Post-nuptial -- If we do stay together, we would require a post-nuptial which would essentially say 'If you cheat, you leave the marriage with nothing. If we cheat, we would just be even.' No, that's not fair, but we're trying to get even from being wronged by you two. STD testing -- We may not ever share a bed with you, but we definitely will not share a bed with either of you until you have a STD test that shows you are negative for any of the nasties. You will also agree to another STD test at any time your spouse requests one. Revenge -- Alex and I will have the right, without legal recourse, to have revenge sex with each other or anyone else. We will not tell you how long it will last or how many others we have sex with. If either of us wishes, we might tell our spouse when we have finished so as to improve the chances of the marriage surviving assuming we want the marriage to survive. Open marriage -- Essentially, you two have been assuming you could have an open marriage without informing us. You probably want to continue that arrangement. NO! If you continue to see your marriage as an Open Marriage, see Option One above. "As for the immediate future, Alex and I will start with us having revenge sex and you two having to obtain clean STD reports and signing a post-nuptial when it is completed by our lawyer. "Alex, you keep the gun on them. I'll be right back." In a few minutes, Hal came back with rope and duct tape. He went over and tied up Cindi and Caleb and put tape over their mouths. "Okay for the first part of our revenge sex, Alex and I will have sex in front of you." Both Cindi and Caleb muffled a sound of disapproval. "After tonight, we will have additional revenge sex with each other or others without you being invited to view it. Hope you enjoy our performance. We did at our 'undress' rehearsal." Hal congratulated himself for that play on words. Alex put the gun down and stood in front of a now seated Hal. She started doing a strip tease, periodically turning around so Cindi and Caleb could see what she had just revealed. She was smaller than Cindi, but her breasts and butt were proportionate to her height and her nipples were quite large. By the time Alex got down to showing her shaved pussy, Cindi had tears rolling down her cheeks and Caleb wasn't far behind. A totally nude Alex faced her husband and bent over so her ass was in Hal's face. Hal proceeded to lick her from ass to pussy and back again. Alex's pleasure moans may have been exaggerating how good it felt, but she was believably liking it. Hal stood up and Alex disrobed him, slowly. His underwear was the last to come off and his penis sprang forward. Alex turned to Cindi and said, "You want to risk giving up this to get what my husband has? Stupid girl." Alex then started at the tip and worked around the crown. She flicked, licked and sucked the end before she started taking his penis in deep dives towards his body coming very close to deep throating it all. Her intention to drain his balls was evident and Hal's moaning increased in volume and frequency as he arrived at explosion time. Alex put her hands on both cheeks of Hal's butt and hold on to him while he emptied his cum in her mouth. She turned on her knees and moved towards the couch. She showed the pair Hal's cum in her mouth. Then she swallowed and licked her lips before returning to Hal's penis to collect any pearls she might have missed. Caleb was now in tears more than Cindi. A blanket was put on the floor. Hal and Cindi took their time fucking in several positions making their pleasure known vocally and in facial expressions. Missionary, doggie, cowboy, reverse cowboy and wheelbarrow were tried. After Hal had ejaculated twice and Alex had several climaxes, they took a break. Alex looked with distain at the pair on the couch. Cindi and Caleb seemed to be saying 'No more. Please. No more.' Hal came from upstairs with a jar of lubrication in his hand. Cindi realized first what it was for and Caleb finally caught on when Alex held her ass up in the air. She said, "Yes, Caleb, Hal will be the first man to take my ass. If I like it, you might, just might, get to do it too." Caleb was squirming and screaming as he saw Hal put the cream around and in her anus. He put the tip of one finger in. Alex directed his progress as she became more comfortable with each step of his insertion. Before long, he had put his middle finger up to the hilt and then started moving it slowly back and forth. The pained expressions on Alex's face turned to ones of desire. One finger slowly became two and two became three. By now Hal's penis was hard enough. His preparation has been successful. It only took a couple of minutes before Alex was begging for him to go harder and faster. She called out over a fifteen-minute anal session, "One, Two and Three" as her orgasms mounted up. Her third and final climax looked like she was having a seizure and lasted long enough for Hal to finish his third and final ejaculation. Both were exhausted. Hal and Alex lay on the blanket, snuggled and basked in the afterglow of great sex. When they kissed, Cindi gave out her hardest cry of the night. Hal went over to her, "You know some of what I felt now. Remember this if you have any hope of winning me back." You could almost hear her say, 'I will.' Cindi and Caleb were untied, and the tape was ripped off. The lovers looked at each other as if they were lepers. Cindi went to Alex. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I will never interfere with your marriage again." Alex responded, "For your information, your apology isn't worth much." Caleb looked at Hal and spoke through sobs, "Sorry." Hal answered with a "Whatever." Cindi asked, "Where do we go from here?" Hal directed Alex and Caleb to go home. Cindi was told to go upstairs and move her stuff into the guest bedroom. They all followed his instructions. Hal mixed himself another drink and sat in his recliner. After some time, Cindi came down in a not particularly revealing nightgown. She asked for permission to sit on the arm of Hal's recliner as she had so many times before. He surprised Cindi by agreeing. "Thank you, Hal." "Thanks? You mean you 'enjoyed' tonight's drama?" "Of course not. It was the most humiliating, heart-breaking thing I have ever had to go through. The 'Thanks' was for not throwing me out although it would have been well deserved." "You're welcome, I guess. The way I look at it is that I have made quite an investment in you for a number of years. Most of the time I have been pleased with the yield I received. Your market value, however, is currently at an all-time low. I'm hoping for a robust rebound. If not, I will be devesting of all my investments in you." "Hal, I keep thinking of promises that I want to make to you to prove myself, but I'm afraid you will see them as hollow given the promises I have broken. If you have any ideas of how I can make amends for my betrayal, please tell me. I want to save our marriage. Please don't give up on me. I love you so much. I don't want to live without you." Hal pulled her into his lap which caused her to break down in tears. They held on to each other until Hal's leg fell asleep. Cindi went up to her bedroom and Hal to his. Both cried. EPILOGUE Both marriages limped along until a level of normalcy was resumed. Guilt and hope for redemption appeared to be keeping Cindi and Caleb in line. Hal and Alex met for coffee over four months after the night of confrontation to compare notes. "Hal, it's been a very difficult transition back to anything close to resembling the marriage that Caleb and I had before. He has spent a lot more time with our daughter which has pleased me. As far as being a better husband, Caleb has been attentive, dutiful, loving and has even improved in his love making. I have gone from barely tolerating the sight of him to liking being with him again. What about you and Cindi?" "Cindi has done everything I could ask. I still have some temper flareups and want to throw her affair in her face just to see her suffer. I hope she understands that our marriage is hanging on a slender thread. In one of my worse moods, I ordered her to have another STD test. She dissolved emotionally right in front of me. I could tell it really hurt her because that meant I thought she had been fooling around again. Although she cried, [https://xfaap.com https://xfaap.com] she said she would do it. Of course, her checkup was negative. It cost us several days of reduced intimacy. I have noticed that once we started having sex again, we do more lovemaking than fucking now. I admit though, I love a good wild, hard, rough fuck every now and then." "Speaking of which Hal, I know we agreed never to mention again the night we performed in front of our spouses, bbbuuuuttttt, Hal that was the most fantastic sex I have ever had. We allowed for more revenge sex in our agreement with Cindi and Caleb, so what do you say we do it again?" "I say that I was too scared that you didn't like it. I thought you might be a good actress. I have been afraid to ask you about a rematch. I think we still owe them a few more times. You name the time and place. I'll bring some Viagra." Hal went home feeling really good on one hand, but a guilt feeling started building up. Having sex with Alex again might reverse some of the progress he and Cindi were making. He was hoping Cindi would not be able to accurately interpret the meaning behind his guilty facial expression. When he came into the living room, Cindi barely noticed him. She was sitting on the couch, destroying a box of facial tissues with her tears. Hal went to her, "What is it?" "Hal, I've got something important to tell you and your reaction will let me know if we have really repaired our marriage or not."

CHICKS BEFORE DICKS

2021-01-16T22:06:22Z

LeanneRooks7287:

"I don't know, Jess, how would you feel if your husband had a girlfriend?" "Oh, I'd cut his nuts off, take him for every penny he had, and leave him living out in the snow, barefoot and in rags." She laughed at that. "Besides, I don't have a boyfriend, I've just got an occasional fuck buddy." Jessica was hard to take, sometimes. She was pretty, kind of, in a sort of Stephanie Abrams-kind of way, a classic beauty but who had a bit of a hard edge look to her. Always fashionable, in perfect business attire, she commanded a room when she walked in, though not at this moment. "Couldn't he stay in that shed you guys have out back?" I asked her, drawing a big grin from her. "Oh, yeah, I guess I could be that nice," she laughed. "It's metal, no insulation, just to hold the lawnmowers and chicken feed. The doors face northwest, don't quite close tightly, so the winter wind gets in, but I guess it would be better for him than nothing. Maybe the barn would be better?" "So why are you screwing Marcus when you've said David is a real stud?" "Marcus is an awesome lay, too. I mean, they're both great in bed, just different. David makes love to me, and does a great job, but Marcus just wants to fuck. You know how it is, Kris, sometimes a girl just needs to get taken, just needs to be savagely fucked." "So, with all of the duds out there, you find two studs, and hog them for yourself. Nice going, Jess." "Hey, you snooze, you lose." Sometimes Jessica Steele was hard to take. She was my partner and best friend in our up-and-coming law firm. We'd met at the University of Louisville Law School, and hit it off. Jess was a real shark in the courtroom, more than once leaving opposing attorneys in 200 lb heaps of red jello. She could take a marginal case and still come out a winner, finding the smallest of holes in an opponent's case and widening them enough to drive a tractor-trailer through. Me? I succeeded through intense preparation. Those tiny holes Jessica found in opponents' cases? No opponent ever found a hole in my cases, because my legal aides and I were so absolutely thorough. Jessica was a shark in the courtroom, but my presentation was always quiet, so soft-spoken that the jury had to pay close attention to hear what I was saying, but I wove my cases so tight that there was no escape. Here in Frankfort, the state capital, there were always a lot of cases involving the state government, and we were damned good at them. We were different in more than just our courtroom styles. Jessica was the power suit type. Today she had on a darker than Navy blue suit, perfectly tailored to her broad shouldered figure, pants perfectly creased, adding the feminine touches of barely there high heeled sandals with professionally pedicured, red painted nails, and a matching red broach where a neck tie would be on a man, her long, brunette hair almost to her elbows, in an ultrafeminine style that drew men's attention to her, the way Hope Hicks had done when she wore that tuxedo to a state function in Japan. My attire was more traditionally feminine, though always professional looking. Skirts and dresses more often than slacks, just a couple of inches above the knee, and more obviously feminine blouses than the ones Jess wore. If I could've worn my hair as long as hers and have it look right, I would, but once it got much past my shoulders, it kind of wimped out and looked ragged, so I had mine cut in a professional-style bob. Still, as an ash-blonde, it drew attention, as did my ice-blue eyes. And damn, we did make a devastating-looking pair. David Blaine was Jessica's husband, and they seemed a mispatched pair. David was a farmer, with 129 acres off Glenn's Creek Road, just south of the county line, on the bluffs overlooking the Kentucky River. David raised corn and barley, and boarded horses for the daughters of wealthy families. He had goats and chickens and a few head of cattle. His hands were strong and calloused, [https://xfaap.com xfaap.com] because, despite his money - the farm had been his parents' and his father's parents before him - he worked his farm himself, with hired hands, of course, in all kinds of weather. He was kind of hard to get to know, but once you did, you saw a strong-looking man, but one with an unexpectedly soft heart. The barns were full of cats and other critters that he took in, and I guess that people knew that, because too often people just abandoned litters of kittens and puppies on the long, gravel road up to the farmhouse. I guess they knew those litters would be cared for. He was, to put it simply, the kind of husband women would want. And here Jessica was screwing around on him! Marcus Grayson was another attorney, a solid criminal defense attorney. He was good, really good, and he won some tough cases that he shouldn't have. Prosecutors in Franklin, Woodford and Fayette counties really hated him, because he cost them cases which should have been open-and-shut convictions. Very tall at 6'4" or so, with an athletic build, Marcus called on Jessica for help on a particularly tough case. Kentucky doesn't have a particularly large black population, and Woodford County was even whiter than the state average, 92% white to just 5.4% black. A particularly nasty piece of work in a drug dealer named Tyrone Martin had been arrested and charged with the murder of one of his competitors, along with various other crimes. The math was simple, and brutal. An all-white jury, a black defendant and a black attorney, even a good one, might not be an easy sell in Woodford. So, Marcus made a smart move: he enlisted Jessica to try the case. Tall and strong, her brunette hair pulled back in a wide-barrette held ponytail, she was the defense attorney who captured the jury's attention, poked holes in the prosecution's case - aided by some sloppy work by the Woodford County Sheriff and the Kentucky State police - and she got Tyrone Martin off on murder, down to manslaughter, and acquitted of most of the other charges. Yeah, he'd still wind up in LaGrange, but it wouldn't be for the rest of his worthless life. Marcus made another smart move, one that got him in Jessica's well-tailored pants. She hadn't intended it at all, even though Marcus was undeniably good-looking, but a combination of red wine and wagyu steaks at a top restaurant in Versailles, and somehow, some way, Jess wound up in Marcus' townhouse, her blouse and jacket still on, her pants around her ankles, bent over the back of a couch getting relentlessly hammered by Marcus' cock. I can still remember Jessica's descriptions. His cock was big, though really, no bigger than her husband's. His hands were huge, but softer than David's, and his seduction style was just overwhelming, even to someone as alpha as Jess. She was so turned on that she came almost instantly when he speared into her, and then came again, three or four more times, before he unloaded deep within her. It was almost indescribable, she told me, as though he loved her but was hate-fucking her at the same time. Jessica was too smart to stay at his place, she told me, stopping at a drug store to pick up some Massengill to douche herself out before she got home. She said that she jumped in the shower, and then invited David in with her, to allay any suspicions, and, having douched herself out at a McDonald's before she got home, she fucked him half to death without it being sloppy seconds. Jess told me about it the next morning, and I was just shocked. Jessica was so attractive, so awesome, that she got hit on a lot, and always turned men down. She'd flash her wedding rings, and most guys would back away; the ones who forged on ahead were treated to the same withering, devastating retorts with which she destroyed opposing counsel in the courtroom. But Marcus got through to her, and she said that her resistance wasn't even very strong. Yes, he broke through, but she had surrendered easily. I had thought, hoped, that was just a one time failing. It wasn't. "What the fuck, Jess," I had said when she came into the office late, around 10:30 one morning. She had that look, that freshly-fucked look, her face aglow, he clothes not quite right - something very obvious on the always-well-turned-out Ms Steele - and slightly stumbling in her heels. "Marcus," she simply said, as she plopped herself down unceremoniously on the couch in my office. I shook my head at that, knowing what had happened, in a general sense. Then she gave me the details. "I knew it was wrong, knew I shouldn't do it, but I couldn't help myself. When I left the farm, instead of turning left to come here, I turned right and headed for Versailles. I drove straight to Marcus' office, and got there before him. I sat in my car, waiting and fidgeting, and when he showed up, ten minutes later, with just one look he knew why I was there. "Well, he took me into his office, closed and locked the door, and just plain fucked me again. He started out gentle, kind of like David, actually, but didn't stay that way. First it was missionary, which was kind of hard on that couch of his, but then he pulled out, turned me so that my knees were on the couch and my hands on the backrest, and then he took me from behind, hard, hard and fast. He had his hands on my hips, pulling me back and forth, helping him to slam into me even harder. I actually had to bend down further, and bite the back of his couch to keep from screaming, and I left teeth marks in the leather. Every time he looks at that couch from now on, he'll remember." "Jess, you can't keep doing this. David will find out, and where will you be then?" "I know, Kris, I know. I've got to stop. I love David, love him to pieces, and he's the perfect man for me, but Marcus is like a drug, you know, he just draws me in." "How can you love David and still be fucking Marcus?" "Oh, Hell, Kris, Marcus is just sex, you know? It has nothing to do with whether I love David." "You think your husband would see it that way?" "No, no, he wouldn't." He'd be furious." "Furious, absolutely, any man would be, but would he divorce you?" "I don't know, maybe, but you know Dave, he hardly ever gets mad, and he's got that big, soft heart of his. We'd probably get past this." "You're taking an awful chance, and there are a lot of girls out there who'd snap up David in a heartbeat if they could. You mess around, and they might just get that chance." "I'm not going to let that happen, Kris, I just won't. I've just got to not see Marcus anymore, I guess. It's just hard to do, knowing how awesome he is." "I don't know, Jess, how would you feel if your husband had a girlfriend?" After our conversation, Jessica went over to her office. We each had our own bathroom off of our offices, and Jess must've gone into hers to freshen up. When I saw her again, she was the same old, perfectly put together shark as always, not a hair out of place, makeup just barely there but perfect, he clothes perfectly in place. She had shed her suit jacket, and was in her ivory sleeveless satin blouse, talking to Jennifer, her paralegal. She had a small bruise, about the size of a man's thumb, on the back of her left upper arm, where she couldn't see it. But David could see it. I could tell her, and she'd be able to change into a t-shirt and jeans when she got home, and that would hide it, but she'd told me before that David and she always sleep naked, so once they went to bed, if she wasn't careful, he'd notice it. I was torn here. I liked David, but Jess was my best friend. You've heard of the man code, bros before hoes? Well, for women, it's chicks before dicks, so I had to pull her aside, and let her know about it. But I had to do more than keep David from finding out; I had to stop her from fucking Marcus again. I didn't know for sure, but I figured that Marcus was a player. He was tall, athletic and good looking, and girls probably dropped their panties for him all the time. He was educated and single, making good money, and was really a good catch, at least if you didn't mind a catch who liked to fuck married women. Hell, most women seemed to think that his past didn't matter, they'd be able to keep him at home. Yeah, right. I wracked my brain, trying to think of ways to stop Marcus. I even thought of seducing him myself - after all, Jess said he was a real stud! - but telling him that if he wanted me, he had to dump Jess. I'm not married, so I could do that. I could go to Marcus and tell him that if he didn't stop with Jess, I'd tell her husband, but that might not stop things and would just piss off my best friend. Besides, I knew that I couldn't tell David! But I also knew that he'd probably screwed a triple digit number of women, and there was no telling what was swimming around in his bloodstream. I figured that I ought to point that out to Jess, who'd never said anything about Marcus using a rubber. Hell, she said that she had to douche herself out that one time, which meant no rubber that time! Bitch was playing with fire! It was three weeks later, when I saw the story in the Lexington Herald-Leader: Versailles Attorney Slain. It seemed that a jealous husband had walked up to Marcus in his office, and very calmly put a bullet in his brain. He hadn't shot anyone else in the office, just Marcus, then turned and walked out. So I called Paul Drake, a private investigator in Lexington, and asked, "Was that the husband of one of the women you found out about?" "Yup! His name was Arthur Street, and that stupid lawyer was fucking his wife. I found six wives that shyster had been fucking, and sent the information, anonymously, to all of their husbands. I figgered one of them would get the job done. I'll have the final bill ready for you by tomorrow." "OK, good. Remember, this is all cash. I've saved my best friend's marriage and saved our firm, but I sure don't want her to know I paid for all of that."

BURN THIS WHOLE TOWN DOWN

2021-01-16T22:01:31Z

LeanneRooks7287:

From the mountain top of contentment, actually being married to the town princess, having two wonderful kids, my own business that was going good, and living in my home town, where I had always wanted to live, to the depths of hell in a few weeks is my story. I live in Culverson, a small town in a Midwest state. The population of our small community is only a thousand souls. Our nearest urban area, a small city of twenty thousand people, is located about sixty miles away. There are other smaller villages between. We have a couple of convenience stores, a precursor to Wal-Mart, you know the small find everything store that primarily sold groceries but had a toy section, clothing, office supplies, camera department, and various sundries and even had patterns and cloth for those who thought themselves seamstresses. We also had a small pharmacy, a local True Value franchise, a farm store, a couple of cafes (no fast food restaurants), a large locally owned bank and a small credit union as well as my computer services business. My company was mostly an IT consulting service. I sold hardware such as computers, servers, and monitors but mostly to those that were interested in the whole package including networks. Some of my clients included the bank, the local hospital and the school system. My nearest competitor was in the more urban city but I even had clients there and had to frequently trouble shoot my competitor's networks. Oh, I guess I should actually introduce myself. My name is Tim Meheron. I am thirty years old. For any who care I am six foot tall and weigh one hundred and eighty pounds soaking wet. Up until recently I was married to a girl I knew all through middle and high school, Becky Mains-Meheron, now soon to remarry as our divorce is final. We were married for seven years. I thought they were good years but, I guess, she didn't think them so good as she blindsided me with the divorce petition. Now, I do have to state, that we were not high school sweethearts. We barely talked to each other at any time since we ran with different crowds. We attended the same university but didn't hang out with the same crowd there, either. As a matter of fact I really didn't like her in school as she was the local princess. Her daddy, Ronald Mains, owned the only bank in town. Mains Federal Bank loans money to the local farmers, the feed store, the locally owned convenience stores, Ned's Superstore, and most of the rest of the businesses locally as well as most everyone in town has auto loans and home loans through that bank. I guess we all like to see our banker face-to-face and so online banking has not really caught on here. I even have a small operating loan with my daddy-in-law. Well, anyway, back to Becky. It wasn't until after we graduated with our bachelors' degrees that suddenly she was interested in me. Now, I had fanaticized a little about her when we were in high school. She was the lovely blonde of decent height, weight, nice bust and ass and head cheerleader. I was a starting defensive end during football season, a forward playing basketball, ran the 1000 meter and 2000 meter races in track and played center field during baseball. Now Becky was not exactly stuck up, she would refute that little generalization if you threw it at her but she did project that attitude of entitlement. She dated the quarterback who also played point guard and pitched baseball. Josh was a good guy and a good athlete. He went to a different university on a full ride scholarship to play football and that was when they broke up. Like I said, I didn't run in the same circles as Becky did during our college days. She was a high ranking member of her sorority, the largest on campus, and their corresponding fraternity was the largest on campus. There were always fraternity or sorority sponsored events to take up time outside of class. On the other hand, I was a nerd. I spent a lot of time outside of class learning hardware and software as well as various systems and the difficulty computerizing them. My choice of study required at least as much time studying as I put in the classroom. I also had to have a job to help pay what the small scholarship didn't. My dad was the manager of Ned's Superstore so he didn't make a huge salary, just enough to keep me from grants. Just to give an example of scale you could multiply the square footage of my parents' house by four and still not be as large as Ronald Mains' primary domicile. During the summer Dad and I would go camping almost every other weekend. Fishing was a cheap but enjoyable pastime. Becky and her parents would jet off to Aspen, the Ozarks, Miami, occasionally to Hawaii, and then up to Maine just for shits and giggles. Get the idea? We were very different people who just happened to grow up in the same small town. When I came home from school suddenly Becky wanted to date me. She was almost stalking me. I really never understood her interest. Yes, I had started my business but, at the time, I was a one-man operation. I had applied for a small business grant for my startup money and I was showing a small profit after the first year. Becky finally bit the bullet and asked me to dance one night when we both seemed to be at the same bar with a live band. We fit together pretty well. Mom had insisted that I learn to dance various different steps so I didn't acquit myself too badly. We parted as the bar shut down for the night with a kiss by her car and a promise by me to call the next day for a "real date". I was an only child, something about mom's uterus that didn't allow normal development of the fetus. I guess I was a miracle baby. Becky had a brother who left home at age eighteen and fell off the face of the earth. I guess he didn't like Ronald much. During the year after I graduated my dad died of a sudden heart attack. Mom said he was talking about mowing the yard and sometime later she noticed something sticking out of the small shed door at the back of the lot. My dad had collapsed there and by the time mom noticed it was far too late. The ambulance guys didn't even try to revive him. He had been gone too long. Becky attended Dad's funeral even though we had only been on a few dates. It pleased me to see her there and she migrated to my side at the cemetery and held my hand as the tears coursed down my face. She was also very gracious to Mom and some of the small contingent of family that had traveled quite a ways to support us. Mom's house was fully paid off before Dad passed and he had a pretty good life insurance policy that assured her a living income the rest of her life if she was careful. Thank god for that as the recent events unfolded. I'll get to that in a bit. The old joke is about the guy that chased a girl until she caught him. Well, that wasn't the way Becky and I proceeded. She chased me. She asked me out. She initiated our sex life. I won't go into specifics except to say that we fit together, sexually, pretty well. We started to date exclusively, at least from my standpoint and I didn't hear any rumors of her dating others, [https://xfaap.com https://xfaap.com] and we engaged in sexual congress two or three times a week. There were days I had to travel to some of the outlying communities. Some of the larger farms wanted to integrate all their computers, from the tractors, to the planters, the milking parlors and then the household computers. All had to have wi-fi access. With the buildings sometimes quite a ways apart there were logistical obstacles to overcome. So, I don't know if Becky sat at home, in her parents' house, on nights I had to be too busy to see her. Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you about Becky's job. Since her major was "Women's Studies" she couldn't find an appropriate job in Culverson so she went to work for her daddy. She started as a teller and worked her way up, quite rapidly, to vice president of the loan department. Of course it was nepotism but she threw herself into the work and got educated, the way her father wanted, in how banking works. Years later I can look back and see how I was played into marriage. One night, just before Christmas that year, Becky informed me that she was pregnant and asked what I was going to do about it. With the values that were instilled by my parents, I immediately asked her to marry me. I should have immediately realized my love's actual pregnancy status when she and her mother chose a date seven months after the announcement of our engagement that Christmastime. By the time I finally figured out that she had lied about being pregnant the plans were set and the massive amount of invitations had been sent out. I confronted Becky and she just shrugged her shoulders. Her explanation? "If I left it up to you we would never get married, let alone engaged. I love you and you love me. This will work." As for me, I was in love with the town princess. The sex was awesome and I really wanted to sleep with and next to Becky so I went along and didn't kick the traces after realizing she had lied about her pregnancy. The wedding was the largest hosted in our town in anyone's memory. Everyone was invited. We even held it on a Sunday afternoon so all the businesses could close down. The feast was extraordinary, catered by a firm from our urban community. We honeymooned in Barbados where Becky found a clothing optional beach and was nude almost every day we were there. The sex was alternately loving and gentle and then rough and tumble. We did it all. We explored the island via motor scooter and even snorkeled in the clear Caribbean Sea. After our two weeks of hedonism it was back to work. I now had one person working for me and before our marriage imploded had expanded to three technicians and a secretary/bookkeeper to keep us all organized and in line. About a year after we married Becky announced that she was pregnant. This time it was not a false alarm. Constance, my little Connie, was born with all ten toes and fingers and was destined to be spoiled rotten. She is my little girl though. Two years after that we welcomed Thaddeus, or Tad for short. He also came fully formed. My life was complete and I was as happy as a pig in a mudhole. Our seventh year was when things seemed to change. Becky suddenly was needed to work a lot of evenings and some weekends. I could understand the occasional banking conference but it was a slow year and there couldn't have been any new influx of loan applications that would merit all these evening meetings and weekend hours. Becky always answered her cell phone if I called but I tried to not bother unless it was important. There was never any missed calls or any time she answered all out of breath but I was still a little concerned. Our sex life also suffered since Becky was seldom home before I went to bed. A lot of nights I would need to hit the hay just after the kids because of my travel time to service my customers. Yes, I had more help but that was just to keep me from running around chasing my own tail. We were all very busy but I planned my days so I could be home in the evenings, especially if Becky couldn't be counted on to care for the kids. I remember the last time I made love to my wife. I came home on a Friday night and, lo and behold, she had actually arrived before me and had supper ready for us. The kids were beside themselves talking to their mother throughout the meal. So much so we had to actually ask them to eat. We all then cleaned up the table and got the pots, pans and dishes into the dishwasher before sitting together and watching Shrek for the umpteenth time. The kids were so happy to see Becky that she had to put them down for the night. I wasn't allowed anywhere near their bedroom that night. After they were settled Becky came back to the living room carrying a couple of glasses of wine and wearing high heels and some little bit of fluff called a baby doll that accentuated her beauty and made my cock hard as a rock. We settled on the couch and sipped our wine while Becky whispered what she wanted me to do that night. She didn't want nice and loving, no, she wanted hard fucking in all her holes. I didn't know if I could step up to the mark as it had been quite a while since our last encounter and I was certain I would shoot before I even got my cock lined up with her little bald pussy. I gave it everything I could and I collapsed into a dreamless sleep. When I woke on that Saturday morning Becky was already dressed and had an envelope in her hands. "Time to wake up, Dummy." Where was the loving woman of last night? Why the term Dummy? "The kids are all dressed and ready to go to Mom and Dad's. That is where I will be staying this weekend. That will allow you about forty-eight hours to get your shit out of my house. Monday morning there will be a protection order entered against you citing mental cruelty and a tendency to violence if you are upset. The divorce papers in the envelope will also be filed at the same time." I was flabbergasted. I finally found my voice and asked, "What is going on and why are you doing this?" "Simple, Stupid, Josh has come to work in the bank as Dad's right hand man and we are going to get married as soon as the ink is dry on my divorce papers. We have been getting reacquainted for months and now is the time to pull the trigger." As she was leaving she paused to toss the last grenade on my life. "By the way, Josh can't have kids so he wants to adopt Constance and Thaddeus. They will now always be referred to by their given names, not the hillbilly nicknames you came up with." She slammed the door on her way out. I spent the first twelve hours of that weekend just reading and rereading the contents of the envelope. Rebecca, not Becky anymore, not only wanted the house but my business also. The terms said I could still run the business but I would only make minimum wage, less than even the rest of the crew. She wanted full custody. The requested child support would be more a month that I would actually make under her demands. She also wanted alimony even though she would be making many times what I could make. She had her car titled in her name but mine was owned by the company. As long as I was employed by the business I could still drive it. We had some savings, not a lot since we were still young, but some. She had already pulled all but a few dollars out of the account. I didn't even get half. Finally decided to quit reading and stewing and do something. I called around and found someone to loan me a pickup and a trailer. I had no friends of my own, just "our" friends and knew that they would not be at helpful. Finally I called a couple of guys I used to hang out with in high school and they immediately came and we packed the trailer with things that Becky would not quibble about. I had no where else to go so I went into work. I had purchased the whole building a year before so we could have more expansion space. The second floor had a small apartment in the back that was dingy and dirty. I rolled up my sleeves and cleaned all day Sunday. An airbed was my bed. My friends loaned me some old furniture and some pots and pans so I could eat and sit on something. A small microwave would have to suffice as my cooking appliance for a bit until I could find a stove. I also needed a refrigerator but made do with a cooler full of ice for my beer. On Monday I woke stiff and sore. I do not recommend an airbed except as an emergency bed. The shower was cold as there was no hot water on the second floor, only a small tank for the bathroom in the office downstairs. I managed to shave and look somewhat presentable. I called some of the local attorneys and was soon made to be aware that I was being perceived on the same level as a mass murderer. My father-in-law had put out the word. There would be no help provided to me or loans would be called in. I had no time to get a lawyer from farther away so I went to court that morning representing myself. Judge Gavin presided. I had a real bad feeling. The judge was always at any event hosted by the Mains family and I would bet his car and home loans were through the Mains Federal Bank. He directed his first comments to me. "Mr. Meheron, why aren't you represented by Counsel?" "Judge, I beg your pardon but I was served my papers on Saturday morning by my wife and so could only look for an attorney this morning before court. No local attorney will take my case. I ask for a continuance to seek counsel from farther away." "Denied. I don't understand this. According to the file these papers were filed three weeks ago and this court date was scheduled then. The file also shows you were served at your place of business that same day by a deputy. You had plenty of time to seek representation and file the required papers showing your financial status. I should hold you in contempt at your blatant attempt to delay these proceedings." "Your honor, I wish to protest and hope this is put into the official court record that I find that I am being railroaded into a settlement that is totally in my wife's favor and this is just to destroy me, not help my children in any way. Since all of my earnings records are filed jointly my wife should have been able to produce and present my financial standing and thus make mute the whole request for unreasonable child support and also, she has announced that she is remarrying as soon as our divorce is final so alimony should be a non-issue." He slammed his gavel down. "Silence! You, Sir, are out of order! You have had plenty of time to respond to the summons. I find for the plaintiff." He slammed his gavel down again and stood and left the chamber. I was aghast. In a matter of minutes I was divorced, I may find it very difficult to see my children ever again, and my business had been taken away. I looked over at my ex-wife. Rebecca at least looked a little guilty for what she had just done. She sucked it up and gave me a haughty stare. "You had better get to work. I don't pay you to sit and look like someone just pissed in your Cheerio's." Hate was becoming a more dominant emotion over the confusion of the past few days. I had to control myself as I could see the bailiff watching me very closely. He didn't seem too friendly. Joshua and the bitch got up and followed their attorney out the door. I sat and waited. I needed to give them no ammunition to get me thrown in jail. Somehow I was coming to the conclusion that was one of their goals. If I was in jail for losing my temper then her accusations would be given credence. The bailiff came over and quietly talked to me. "They should be out of the building by now. The other bailiffs are watching but you know how much pull the Mains have in this town, hell, in this whole county. Get yourself a lawyer from the state capital. That should be far enough away. We support you and feel for you but can't risk being found out." I nodded and thanked him. When I went out there were multiple people in uniform lined up to watch me leave. I went to the office. Surprisingly Rebecca and Joshua weren't there ahead of me. I figured they would beat feet to tell the staff who was now the new owners. Their arrogance cost them a little. First I made sure that all the staff members were busy with assignments. I then wrote out a check for cash and sent our secretary/bookkeeper to the bank to cash it. I directed her to tell anyone who might question it that I was going to be out of town for a few days servicing distant clients and would need cash. I assumed that if I went to the bank myself then there would be orders to thwart me. Unless the judge had signed a court order detailing who was now the owner of the business then the bank shouldn't deny the business the funds. This was not an unusual occurrence as a lot of the small towns preferred cash over debit or credit cards as the bank and credit companies charge a percentage of every transaction against the businesses themselves.

BURN THIS WHOLE TOWN DOWN

2021-01-16T21:37:29Z

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From the mountain top of contentment, actually being married to the town princess, having two wonderful kids, my own business that was going good, and living in my home town, where I had always wanted to live, to the depths of hell in a few weeks is my story. I live in Culverson, a small town in a Midwest state. The population of our small community is only a thousand souls. Our nearest urban area, a small city of twenty thousand people, is located about sixty miles away. There are other smaller villages between. We have a couple of convenience stores, a precursor to Wal-Mart, you know the small find everything store that primarily sold groceries but had a toy section, clothing, office supplies, camera department, and various sundries and even had patterns and cloth for those who thought themselves seamstresses. We also had a small pharmacy, a local True Value franchise, a farm store, a couple of cafes (no fast food restaurants), a large locally owned bank and a small credit union as well as my computer services business. My company was mostly an IT consulting service. I sold hardware such as computers, servers, and monitors but mostly to those that were interested in the whole package including networks. Some of my clients included the bank, the local hospital and the school system. My nearest competitor was in the more urban city but I even had clients there and had to frequently trouble shoot my competitor's networks. Oh, I guess I should actually introduce myself. My name is Tim Meheron. I am thirty years old. For any who care I am six foot tall and weigh one hundred and eighty pounds soaking wet. Up until recently I was married to a girl I knew all through middle and high school, Becky Mains-Meheron, now soon to remarry as our divorce is final. We were married for seven years. I thought they were good years but, I guess, she didn't think them so good as she blindsided me with the divorce petition. Now, I do have to state, that we were not high school sweethearts. We barely talked to each other at any time since we ran with different crowds. We attended the same university but didn't hang out with the same crowd there, either. As a matter of fact I really didn't like her in school as she was the local princess. Her daddy, Ronald Mains, owned the only bank in town. Mains Federal Bank loans money to the local farmers, the feed store, the locally owned convenience stores, Ned's Superstore, and most of the rest of the businesses locally as well as most everyone in town has auto loans and home loans through that bank. I guess we all like to see our banker face-to-face and so online banking has not really caught on here. I even have a small operating loan with my daddy-in-law. Well, anyway, back to Becky. It wasn't until after we graduated with our bachelors' degrees that suddenly she was interested in me. Now, I had fanaticized a little about her when we were in high school. She was the lovely blonde of decent height, weight, nice bust and ass and head cheerleader. I was a starting defensive end during football season, a forward playing basketball, ran the 1000 meter and 2000 meter races in track and played center field during baseball. Now Becky was not exactly stuck up, she would refute that little generalization if you threw it at her but she did project that attitude of entitlement. She dated the quarterback who also played point guard and pitched baseball. Josh was a good guy and a good athlete. He went to a different university on a full ride scholarship to play football and that was when they broke up. Like I said, I didn't run in the same circles as Becky did during our college days. She was a high ranking member of her sorority, the largest on campus, and their corresponding fraternity was the largest on campus. There were always fraternity or sorority sponsored events to take up time outside of class. On the other hand, I was a nerd. I spent a lot of time outside of class learning hardware and software as well as various systems and the difficulty computerizing them. My choice of study required at least as much time studying as I put in the classroom. I also had to have a job to help pay what the small scholarship didn't. My dad was the manager of Ned's Superstore so he didn't make a huge salary, just enough to keep me from grants. Just to give an example of scale you could multiply the square footage of my parents' house by four and still not be as large as Ronald Mains' primary domicile. During the summer Dad and I would go camping almost every other weekend. Fishing was a cheap but enjoyable pastime. Becky and her parents would jet off to Aspen, the Ozarks, Miami, occasionally to Hawaii, and then up to Maine just for shits and giggles. Get the idea? We were very different people who just happened to grow up in the same small town. When I came home from school suddenly Becky wanted to date me. She was almost stalking me. I really never understood her interest. Yes, I had started my business but, at the time, I was a one-man operation. I had applied for [https://xfaap.com xfaap.com] a small business grant for my startup money and I was showing a small profit after the first year. Becky finally bit the bullet and asked me to dance one night when we both seemed to be at the same bar with a live band. We fit together pretty well. Mom had insisted that I learn to dance various different steps so I didn't acquit myself too badly. We parted as the bar shut down for the night with a kiss by her car and a promise by me to call the next day for a "real date". I was an only child, something about mom's uterus that didn't allow normal development of the fetus. I guess I was a miracle baby. Becky had a brother who left home at age eighteen and fell off the face of the earth. I guess he didn't like Ronald much. During the year after I graduated my dad died of a sudden heart attack. Mom said he was talking about mowing the yard and sometime later she noticed something sticking out of the small shed door at the back of the lot. My dad had collapsed there and by the time mom noticed it was far too late. The ambulance guys didn't even try to revive him. He had been gone too long. Becky attended Dad's funeral even though we had only been on a few dates. It pleased me to see her there and she migrated to my side at the cemetery and held my hand as the tears coursed down my face. She was also very gracious to Mom and some of the small contingent of family that had traveled quite a ways to support us. Mom's house was fully paid off before Dad passed and he had a pretty good life insurance policy that assured her a living income the rest of her life if she was careful. Thank god for that as the recent events unfolded. I'll get to that in a bit. The old joke is about the guy that chased a girl until she caught him. Well, that wasn't the way Becky and I proceeded. She chased me. She asked me out. She initiated our sex life. I won't go into specifics except to say that we fit together, sexually, pretty well. We started to date exclusively, at least from my standpoint and I didn't hear any rumors of her dating others, and we engaged in sexual congress two or three times a week. There were days I had to travel to some of the outlying communities. Some of the larger farms wanted to integrate all their computers, from the tractors, to the planters, the milking parlors and then the household computers. All had to have wi-fi access. With the buildings sometimes quite a ways apart there were logistical obstacles to overcome. So, I don't know if Becky sat at home, in her parents' house, on nights I had to be too busy to see her. Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you about Becky's job. Since her major was "Women's Studies" she couldn't find an appropriate job in Culverson so she went to work for her daddy. She started as a teller and worked her way up, quite rapidly, to vice president of the loan department. Of course it was nepotism but she threw herself into the work and got educated, the way her father wanted, in how banking works. Years later I can look back and see how I was played into marriage. One night, just before Christmas that year, Becky informed me that she was pregnant and asked what I was going to do about it. With the values that were instilled by my parents, I immediately asked her to marry me. I should have immediately realized my love's actual pregnancy status when she and her mother chose a date seven months after the announcement of our engagement that Christmastime. By the time I finally figured out that she had lied about being pregnant the plans were set and the massive amount of invitations had been sent out. I confronted Becky and she just shrugged her shoulders. Her explanation? "If I left it up to you we would never get married, let alone engaged. I love you and you love me. This will work." As for me, I was in love with the town princess. The sex was awesome and I really wanted to sleep with and next to Becky so I went along and didn't kick the traces after realizing she had lied about her pregnancy. The wedding was the largest hosted in our town in anyone's memory. Everyone was invited. We even held it on a Sunday afternoon so all the businesses could close down. The feast was extraordinary, catered by a firm from our urban community. We honeymooned in Barbados where Becky found a clothing optional beach and was nude almost every day we were there. The sex was alternately loving and gentle and then rough and tumble. We did it all. We explored the island via motor scooter and even snorkeled in the clear Caribbean Sea. After our two weeks of hedonism it was back to work. I now had one person working for me and before our marriage imploded had expanded to three technicians and a secretary/bookkeeper to keep us all organized and in line. About a year after we married Becky announced that she was pregnant. This time it was not a false alarm. Constance, my little Connie, was born with all ten toes and fingers and was destined to be spoiled rotten. She is my little girl though. Two years after that we welcomed Thaddeus, or Tad for short. He also came fully formed. My life was complete and I was as happy as a pig in a mudhole. Our seventh year was when things seemed to change. Becky suddenly was needed to work a lot of evenings and some weekends. I could understand the occasional banking conference but it was a slow year and there couldn't have been any new influx of loan applications that would merit all these evening meetings and weekend hours. Becky always answered her cell phone if I called but I tried to not bother unless it was important. There was never any missed calls or any time she answered all out of breath but I was still a little concerned. Our sex life also suffered since Becky was seldom home before I went to bed. A lot of nights I would need to hit the hay just after the kids because of my travel time to service my customers. Yes, I had more help but that was just to keep me from running around chasing my own tail. We were all very busy but I planned my days so I could be home in the evenings, especially if Becky couldn't be counted on to care for the kids. I remember the last time I made love to my wife. I came home on a Friday night and, lo and behold, she had actually arrived before me and had supper ready for us. The kids were beside themselves talking to their mother throughout the meal. So much so we had to actually ask them to eat. We all then cleaned up the table and got the pots, pans and dishes into the dishwasher before sitting together and watching Shrek for the umpteenth time. The kids were so happy to see Becky that she had to put them down for the night. I wasn't allowed anywhere near their bedroom that night. After they were settled Becky came back to the living room carrying a couple of glasses of wine and wearing high heels and some little bit of fluff called a baby doll that accentuated her beauty and made my cock hard as a rock. We settled on the couch and sipped our wine while Becky whispered what she wanted me to do that night. She didn't want nice and loving, no, she wanted hard fucking in all her holes. I didn't know if I could step up to the mark as it had been quite a while since our last encounter and I was certain I would shoot before I even got my cock lined up with her little bald pussy. I gave it everything I could and I collapsed into a dreamless sleep. When I woke on that Saturday morning Becky was already dressed and had an envelope in her hands. "Time to wake up, Dummy." Where was the loving woman of last night? Why the term Dummy? "The kids are all dressed and ready to go to Mom and Dad's. That is where I will be staying this weekend. That will allow you about forty-eight hours to get your shit out of my house. Monday morning there will be a protection order entered against you citing mental cruelty and a tendency to violence if you are upset. The divorce papers in the envelope will also be filed at the same time." I was flabbergasted. I finally found my voice and asked, "What is going on and why are you doing this?" "Simple, Stupid, Josh has come to work in the bank as Dad's right hand man and we are going to get married as soon as the ink is dry on my divorce papers. We have been getting reacquainted for months and now is the time to pull the trigger." As she was leaving she paused to toss the last grenade on my life. "By the way, Josh can't have kids so he wants to adopt Constance and Thaddeus. They will now always be referred to by their given names, not the hillbilly nicknames you came up with." She slammed the door on her way out. I spent the first twelve hours of that weekend just reading and rereading the contents of the envelope. Rebecca, not Becky anymore, not only wanted the house but my business also. The terms said I could still run the business but I would only make minimum wage, less than even the rest of the crew. She wanted full custody. The requested child support would be more a month that I would actually make under her demands. She also wanted alimony even though she would be making many times what I could make. She had her car titled in her name but mine was owned by the company. As long as I was employed by the business I could still drive it. We had some savings, not a lot since we were still young, but some. She had already pulled all but a few dollars out of the account. I didn't even get half. Finally decided to quit reading and stewing and do something. I called around and found someone to loan me a pickup and a trailer. I had no friends of my own, just "our" friends and knew that they would not be at helpful. Finally I called a couple of guys I used to hang out with in high school and they immediately came and we packed the trailer with things that Becky would not quibble about. I had no where else to go so I went into work. I had purchased the whole building a year before so we could have more expansion space. The second floor had a small apartment in the back that was dingy and dirty. I rolled up my sleeves and cleaned all day Sunday. An airbed was my bed. My friends loaned me some old furniture and some pots and pans so I could eat and sit on something. A small microwave would have to suffice as my cooking appliance for a bit until I could find a stove. I also needed a refrigerator but made do with a cooler full of ice for my beer. On Monday I woke stiff and sore. I do not recommend an airbed except as an emergency bed. The shower was cold as there was no hot water on the second floor, only a small tank for the bathroom in the office downstairs. I managed to shave and look somewhat presentable. I called some of the local attorneys and was soon made to be aware that I was being perceived on the same level as a mass murderer. My father-in-law had put out the word. There would be no help provided to me or loans would be called in. I had no time to get a lawyer from farther away so I went to court that morning representing myself. Judge Gavin presided. I had a real bad feeling. The judge was always at any event hosted by the Mains family and I would bet his car and home loans were through the Mains Federal Bank. He directed his first comments to me. "Mr. Meheron, why aren't you represented by Counsel?" "Judge, I beg your pardon but I was served my papers on Saturday morning by my wife and so could only look for an attorney this morning before court. No local attorney will take my case. I ask for a continuance to seek counsel from farther away." "Denied. I don't understand this. According to the file these papers were filed three weeks ago and this court date was scheduled then. The file also shows you were served at your place of business that same day by a deputy. You had plenty of time to seek representation and file the required papers showing your financial status. I should hold you in contempt at your blatant attempt to delay these proceedings." "Your honor, I wish to protest and hope this is put into the official court record that I find that I am being railroaded into a settlement that is totally in my wife's favor and this is just to destroy me, not help my children in any way. Since all of my earnings records are filed jointly my wife should have been able to produce and present my financial standing and thus make mute the whole request for unreasonable child support and also, she has announced that she is remarrying as soon as our divorce is final so alimony should be a non-issue." He slammed his gavel down. "Silence! You, Sir, are out of order! You have had plenty of time to respond to the summons. I find for the plaintiff." He slammed his gavel down again and stood and left the chamber. I was aghast. In a matter of minutes I was divorced, I may find it very difficult to see my children ever again, and my business had been taken away. I looked over at my ex-wife. Rebecca at least looked a little guilty for what she had just done. She sucked it up and gave me a haughty stare. "You had better get to work. I don't pay you to sit and look like someone just pissed in your Cheerio's." Hate was becoming a more dominant emotion over the confusion of the past few days. I had to control myself as I could see the bailiff watching me very closely. He didn't seem too friendly. Joshua and the bitch got up and followed their attorney out the door. I sat and waited. I needed to give them no ammunition to get me thrown in jail. Somehow I was coming to the conclusion that was one of their goals. If I was in jail for losing my temper then her accusations would be given credence. The bailiff came over and quietly talked to me. "They should be out of the building by now. The other bailiffs are watching but you know how much pull the Mains have in this town, hell, in this whole county. Get yourself a lawyer from the state capital. That should be far enough away. We support you and feel for you but can't risk being found out." I nodded and thanked him. When I went out there were multiple people in uniform lined up to watch me leave. I went to the office. Surprisingly Rebecca and Joshua weren't there ahead of me. I figured they would beat feet to tell the staff who was now the new owners. Their arrogance cost them a little. First I made sure that all the staff members were busy with assignments. I then wrote out a check for cash and sent our secretary/bookkeeper to the bank to cash it. I directed her to tell anyone who might question it that I was going to be out of town for a few days servicing distant clients and would need cash. I assumed that if I went to the bank myself then there would be orders to thwart me. Unless the judge had signed a court order detailing who was now the owner of the business then the bank shouldn't deny the business the funds. This was not an unusual occurrence as a lot of the small towns preferred cash over debit or credit cards as the bank and credit companies charge a percentage of every transaction against the businesses themselves.

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2021-01-16T21:37:21Z

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