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The Table Turned

Part-1-of-6

Alex

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"Oh god baby, that's it, just like that, oh yes, oh yes, push baby, push it in deeper. Come on lover, fuck me hard, fuck me." Her raven black hair was spread out in a fan across the white pillowcase. Her legs were spread wide and her feet, still encased in her high heels, were pointed straight up at the ceiling. Alex the man fucking her was ramming his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could. She was clawing at his back and her nails were leaving red marks on his skin. “Oh yes baby, yes, fuck me hard, make me cum. Get me there lover, get me there,” she wailed wantonly.
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My cock was as hard as a rock as I watched the action on the bed, but I wasn't stroking it, I needed both hands to hold the camcorder steady. Another minute of, "Oh yes, oh yes, make me cum baby, make me cum" and Alex announced that he was cumming.

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"Push it in deeper lover, push it deeper and hold it baby. Let your juice get to my eggs baby, breed me baby, breed me, you virile son of a bitch” the naked lady almost screamed.

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Alex gave one final thrust, and then he went tense and held himself deep in her while his sperm shot out of his cock and raced for her eggs. Once spent, he held still her for a minute or so before pulling out and felling over onto the bed beside her. The two were silent for a couple of minutes and then Alex said, "If I do knock you up are you going to name the kid after me?"
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"Don't be an idiot. I'll name him after my husband. He’ll be Paul Lorenzo Stiffano, Junior."
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”That sounds like a fucking Italian name,” he laughed.

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“I never really met any of his relatives so I don’t know for sure but I think he’s Sicilian on his fathers side,” she answered.

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“Same difference,” Alex laughed, before asking, "What if it's a girl?"
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"It won't be lover, dummy, not with a big strong, virile daddy like you."
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"What if it’s actually his baby?" Alex asked.
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"That limp cock wimp couldn't get me pregnant on his best day. The only thing his little cock is good for is peeing."
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"I don't understand it. If you have such a low opinion of him why do you stay married to him?" Alex wondered.
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"Because he makes damned good money and he’s every woman's ideal husband."
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"How’s that?"
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"I have him wrapped around my little finger. He does what I say, when I say, and he smiles and says, ‘Yes dear,’ while he’s doing it.”
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"Doesn't sound like much of a man."
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"He doesn't have to be, lover, that's what I have you for,” she laughed.
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Alex looked at his watch, "I'd better get going. He should be getting home soon."
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Grabbing his limp cock, Grace said, "Oh no you don't lover. I'm ovulating and you’re going to get me pregnant."
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"What if your husband comes home and I'm still here?" he asked a little concerned.
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"The spineless wimp will go and hide in the garage until you leave. Now let me get you up again baby" she said as she lowered her head and started licking his cock. Not only did she get him up but also 12-minutes later she got him off again. This time when Alex was spent, it was Grace that suggested that it was time for him to leave. "Paul will hide in the garage and be afraid if you’re still here when he gets home. Then when he comes in he’ll believe whatever bullshit story I tell him. Even so, it’s probably best to avoid the situation if I can. I'm worn out baby; you can let yourself out okay? I'm going to put a pillow under my ass and lay here and let your baby juice drain down to my eggs. Call me tomorrow so we can set up the next time."
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Alex left the room and I turned the camera off and hid it behind some clothes on the top shelf. I heard the front door close and then Grace said, "You can come out now, he’s gone." Stepping out of the closet, I looked at my wife lying on the bed, legs spread wide and her pussy matted up with a combination of hers and her lover’s juices.
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"Was it what you wanted baby? Did you get what you wanted?"
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"Oh yes my love, I got just what I wanted."
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"Good. Now get over here and get your sloppy seconds. Make me forget about that little cocked asshole."
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As I walked toward her I was fighting hard to keep my face straight and to not toss my cookies. I had to keep her happy until I finished what I had to do, so I might have to fuck the whore, but I didn't have to like it.
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This had all started weeks earlier on a rainy Tuesday. It was raining hard that day. The office trailer on the job site had seen better days and it finally decided to give up the ghost and the roof …

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The Table Turned

Part-2-of-6

The Beginning

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This had all started weeks earlier on a rainy Tuesday. It was raining hard that day. The office trailer on the job site had seen better days and it finally decided to give up the ghost and the roof and two of the windows started leaking. The water shorted out a couple of electrical circuits but I managed to shut down the computer before it could take a shit on me.
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Outside, the heavy rain was turning the ground into a soggy mess so I told the boys to shut down all the equipment and call it a day. Normally on a rain day I would go back to the office and catch up on paperwork, but I really didn't feel like doing it that day. No, I thought, screw the paper work and instead decided to go home and chase Grace around the house.
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When I got home, there was a strange car in the drive so I assumed Grace had a girlfriend over. I parked the car on the street so that the car in the drive could get out and as I headed for the house. I thought to myself that my rainy afternoon love making session wasn’t going to happen.

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It’s a shock when you find out that your loving wife is fucking someone else. The sounds from the upstairs bedroom and the trail of discarded clothing leading from the living room to the stairs told the story all too plainly. My first impulse was to go storming upstairs and do great bodily harm to both Grace and whomever she was with, but fortunately for me I have learned to control my temper. Instead I quietly left the house and after jotting down the make, model and license of the strange car, I moved my car down the block to a parking spot where I could watch the house. About 2-hours later a man I'd never seen before came out the front door, got in the car in the drive and drove away.
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During those 2-hours that I sat watching, I wondered why and how long this had been going on. Grace and I had only been married for 2-years and how in the hell could a marriage go to shit in that short length of time? There were no money issues; my construction company was going great guns. Sexually things were fine, at least from my standpoint. We were still going after each other like honeymooners. Something was obviously wrong, but I was at a loss to figure out what it was.
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I thought back to see if I could remember anything that might give me a clue as to when Grace had started being unfaithful, but nothing came to mind. None of the classic signs had appeared; the strange phone calls, the unexplained absences, the tapering off of sex. None of that had happened. One thing I did know, I was going to do something about it and Grace and her lover would not be pleased with what I did. .
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Electronics Are Us sold me most of what I needed and by the end of the week my house was wired for sound. I had several sound activated tape recorders hidden in strategic places and there was one attached to the phone. Even before I started to do what intelligence agencies refer to as 'harvesting information' I went to work on setting up Grace. That night after a strenuous sexual romp in the bedroom I asked, "Do you ever have any fantasies?"
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"Doesn't everybody?" she answered lazily.
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"I don't know. What are some of yours?" he asked curiously.
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"Winning the lottery, getting fucked senseless by both Brad Pitt or Matt Damon at the same time, have a genie grant me my wish that my breasts never start sagging, why?"
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"Just curious,” I answered, “Pitt and Damon huh? Any other guys?"
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"No baby, and they’re only fantasies. You’re more than enough man for me.” Then with a puzzled look, she asked, “What brought this up?"
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"Nothing, baby, just a sudden thought.”

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“Shit lover boy, I know you better than that. You have a fantasy so you wondered if I did to. What’s your fantasy baby, tell me?"
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"No, I don't think so."
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"Hey!” she squawked, “That’s not fair. I told you mine, so you have to tell me yours. Fair is fair."
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"I don’t think I better. You won't like it. You'll get pissed and I'll end up having to giving myself hand jobs because you'll lock me out of the bedroom."
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"Oh come on now, don't be so melodramatic. Just tell me."
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I hesitated a second or so and then almost whispered, "My fantasy is to watch you make love to another man."
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Grace stared at me for several seconds and then said, "You're kidding, right, me and another man? Who?"
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"I don't know, some stranger I guess. I don't think that I’d want it to be anyone I know."
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"And you would be where? Sitting on a chair next to the bed, standing on a ladder and looking in the bedroom window? Or that old cliché‚, hiding in the closet."
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"I think I would be in the closet, but I wouldn't want him to know I was there."
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"How does your fantasy have it happening? You going to bring somebody home with you or do I go out trolling to see what I can pick up?" she laughed.
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"You’d pick a guy up. Christ, I wouldn't have a clue on how to go about asking some guy to have sex with my wife. But, you wouldn't have any problem."
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"Why is that?"
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"Pretty girls like you just naturally know how to pick up guys. You dangle the bait and they come running."
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"And just how long have you had this fantasy?"
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"A couple of months now,” I shyly admitted.
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"Why? Why would you want to see me have sex with another man?"
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"So I could see things that I can't see when we’re making love."
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"Like what?"
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"Things like do your toes curl when …

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The Table Turned

Part-3-of-6

The Bait

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“Things like do your toes curl when you have an orgasm? Do your feet flail around or point stiffly straight up?” Then reaching down and stroking her, I added, “What do the pretty little pink folds of your pussy look like as they grip the cock as it moves in and out? Kissing her on the forehead, I said, “When I'm on top of you I can't see how your body moves. I can feel it move, but I can't see what it does. Is your facial expression different when we do it doggie style, or is the same as when we’re in the missionary position? There is probably a lot more, but those are the ones that just came to mind."
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"Fascinating. I never would have expected that from you."
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"What?"
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"That you would want to see me make lov... no, not make love, but to see me fuck another man."
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"Well, it’s only a fantasy, I never really expect it to happen."
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"But you do want it to, don't you? I can tell from the tone of your voice and from the way you’re talking that you really do want it to happen."
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I stared at her for several long moments and then said shyly, "Yeah, I guess I really do."
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"I'll do anything for you baby and you know that, but I'd be scared to death that seeing another man sliding his cock in and out of me would cause you to hate me."
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"No way Grace, you’re my life. Nothing you could ever do would make me hate you." Throw your ass out on the street, yes I thought to myself, but not hate you.
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"You’re not joking are you, you really want this?
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"Yeah baby, I do."
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"Well I'm not making any promises, but I’ll think on it."
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The next night after we’d eaten and the dinner dishes had been cleared away Grace told me she was going over to her mother's for a couple of hours but that she’d be back before bedtime. As soon as she’d backed out of the drive I turned on the recorder that was hidden in the living room and played it back. I heard the doorbell, and then murmurs that grew louder until they became recognizable voices. My stomach knotted when I heard Grace say, "Hurry up lover, sit down on the couch and get it out. You know how much I love to wrap my lips around it."
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"You still going to feel that way when we’re married?" the strange man’s voice asked.
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"Hell yes baby. Oooh, look at it, is it ready for me or what,” she giggled.
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Then I heard sounds that couldn’t be anything except a noisy blowjob for several minutes and then, "Damn lover, that felt like a quart when I swallowed it. Come on lover, now that the quick one is out of the way we need to take this to the bedroom."
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The sounds faded as the two of them left the room. As I took the tape out and inserted a fresh one I pondered the ‘When we get married’ that I'd heard. That damn sure sounded like I was going to be either divorced or dead.
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The next recorder that I checked was the one in the bedroom, but there was nothing on it but sounds of fucking and a whole lot of moaning.
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The one tied into the phone line was next. It had six calls altogether; one wrong number, two telemarketers, a call from Grace’s sister that was just general chit chat, a call from her lover asking if it the coast was clear so he could come over and the last call was from Grace to her mother.

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The last call was the eye opener:
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- Hello?
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- -Hi mom.
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- Hi Grace. Calling me because you want something again?
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- I need for you to cover for me tonight in case hubby calls.
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- Who are you meeting, Alex or Warren?
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- Alex.
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- One of these days you’re going to get caught Grace. You do know that, don’t you?
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- No I won't and with any luck you won't need to cover for me much longer.
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- You are finally going to get a divorce?
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- No. I still need another year or so, so I can make sure that I know where all our assets are.
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- Don't be greedy honey; get out before you get caught.
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- Another year could mean another quarter million mom. Besides, I'm not going to have to worry about getting caught. I'm going to turn Paul into my very own private cuckold. I'm going to do Alex and then Warren right in front of him.
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- Honey, I'd think long and hard about that. My advice is don't do it. Playing games could backfire on you.
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- No mom, I'll be okay, you'll see. So, are you going to be home so you can cover for me tonight?
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- All right honey, what's your excuse this time?
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- How about I'm helping you make a quilt for Gram for her birthday?
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- Okay.
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- Thanks mom, I'll call you tomorrow.
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And I'd always thought that Grace's mom liked me. That call told me that my marriage wasn't in trouble. It told me that I didn't have a marriage. What I had was a con game in which I was the target. All I could say was, "Shame, shame mother-in-law. When I get through with you you’ll rue the day you agreed to alibi your slut of a daughter.

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The Table Turned

Part-4-of-6

The bait Taken

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The next day during lunch, I dropped by my Uncle Sally’s bar. As usually it was full of soldiers, many I’d known all my life. Stopping at the bar and showing respect to Uncle Tony, I told him that I needed to see Uncle Sally. Actually Tony wasn’t really my uncle, but was Uncle Sally’s right-hand man and had been like a member of my family member as long as I could remember. He was the one that had taught me how to use a gun and how to fight.

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Uncle Sally was like a second father to me, but he was from the side of the family that Grace had never met. He was the one that steered me into an honest construction business after my father was killed. After the normal family chit chat, I gave him a brief run down on my problem, I handed him the slip of paper with the license number on it and asked him if he could find out who these Alex and Warren characters were?

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“No problem, Paulie,” snarled Uncle Sally; “You want they should have an accident while I'm at it?”

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“No, Uncle Sally, I appreciate the offer but I've got it covered. All I need is the information,” I laughed.

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“Just remember, Paulie, if things get out of hand, you have family.”

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Giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, I said, “Uncle Sally, there was never any doubt.” Made men or not, I’d swear there were a tear in both his and Tony’s eyes as I left. As I walked out, I chucked to myself, knowing that if anything happened to me, neither Alex or Warren would survive until the funeral, and that Grace would be damn lucky if she made a week past the funeral. It would be a shallow grave in a landfill for the 3-of them.

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For the next week I collected audiotapes of Grace talking to her mother and both her lovers (neither it seemed knew about the other) and of all the fucking that was going on in the living room and bedroom. I knew Grace had taken the bait but all I could do was wait for it to play out. Friday I came home from work to find Grace dressed like a slut and wearing too much make up.
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"We going somewhere tonight?"
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"Not we baby, just me."
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She was wearing a skirt that was so short that as she moved I could see her panties and a too small white t-shirt that stretched tight against her firm 34C breasts, and she had on her highest pair of fuck-me heels. I stared in awe when I realized that I could see her big brown aureoles and that her hard nipples were straining against the cotton for me to admire. "Oh? And just where are you going dressed like that?" I stammered.
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"You like?” she purred as she touched her erect nipples and caressed her firm breasts, “Do I look sexy?"
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"You know you do,” I answered, thankful under the circumstances that she was even wearing panties. Frequently when we went out, just to tease me shed go ‘commando’ but never in anywhere near that short a skirt. Actually Grace was a damn good-looking woman. She had raven black hair and like her mother her eyes were like sparkling blue diamonds. Her trim and fit body featured long gracefully shaped dancers legs, a tight little ass and small shapely breasts that rode high on her chest and required no bra.

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As I stood there staring at her, I thought back over the last 2-years. Grace was so pretty that every single time we were out in public, she practically got viciously eye-raped by almost every male over 12 with a pulse. Some were low-key, but some weren’t. I got it. Grace is absolutely breathtaking, with a face reminiscent of golden Hollywood stars of yore, a well-proportioned and perky rack, tiny waist, lovely smooth and milky skin, and an ass that puts most Brazilian girls to shame. I got it, and it's cool. But, if for no other reason than common decency all I ask is that guys be a little more discreet about it.

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Sure, it must be quite the rush for a guy to see such a fine specimen of womanhood coming towards him on the street. But when a guy checks her out, it’s only polite to do it so that I don't notice. Believe me, it's a double-edged sword having such a hot wife that guys not only check her out, but do it in such a deliberate fashion that it becomes awkwardly noticeable.

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For example, there was the Slavic-looking guy the other day. Not only did he look at her, but he stared at her openly for what had to have been 3-minutes. Grace and I both noticed, and it was awkward. But not as awkward as the kidney punch that I gave him, when unbeknown to Grace I followed him into the restroom.

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There was also the dude wearing the sunglasses at dusk that actually put them back on so he could survey the goods undetected. Well, his plan might have worked perfectly had he not pitched a tent in his khakis.

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Looking is one thing, but comments are entirely different kettle of fish. If I had a dollar for every time I heard, "God damn, girl!" or "Mmmmm look-at-that!" I wouldn’t need my construction business. In fact, perhaps I should start asking these vociferous guys for some cash in exchange for their long gazes. A glance is a glance, but shooting laser-beams into her cleavage is a little much. Maybe they need some stroking material for later, maybe inter-net porn has lost its luster but most likely they're just creeps.

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Don't get me wrong; I appreciate the fact that Grace is so good looking that she can draw attention. It's much better this way than if she were to draw attention with a hooknose, or a ‘she-might-be-pregnant-but-she-might-not-be’ size belly, or a lazy eye. I'm glad that she's beautiful. And when we're in public, I suppose that guys have the right to look around as much as they please. Just keep the glances discreet and short. If they must say something, they could whisper it to their friend. These voyeuristic stare downs were almost humorous at first, but now they've become commonplace and annoying.

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"Good,” said Grace, bring me out of my reverie. “That's the idea. Tonight you get your fantasy sweetie. These are my trolling clothes and if I don't get hit on within five minutes of walking into the bar my ego is going to be in the toilet."
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"Why didn't we talk about this first?"
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"Because if we sit down and talk about it I'm afraid I’ll chicken out and not do it. You want it and I know you want it but it has taken me a week to get up the courage to do it. Now I need to do it quickly and get it over with before I lose my nerve." Then she took me in her arms and pressed her lips against mine, pouring every scrap of her tattered emotions into it. Her arms enfolded me even as her body swayed seductively towards me. With a sigh, her lips parted, inviting me to take. Off balance and temporarily forgetting her indiscretions, he bent her head back and plundered her red lips. ‘Love me! Why don’t you love me?’ his mind screamed even as he was borne away on the tide of his own longing. "Get the closet ready baby,” she said breaking both the kiss and the mood, “I should be home in about an hour."
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As soon as she cleared the driveway I checked out all the recorders. There was nothing on the living room or bedroom machines and only one call on the telephone machine. But that call told me her night's plan:
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- Hello?
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- Hi Warren honey. Want to slide your marvelous cock into some hungry pussy?
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- You know I can never say no to you, but you said we could never do it in the evening."
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- That was then sweetie, and this is now. Hubby dear is out of town until late tomorrow.
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- In that case I'm most definitely available.
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- Meet me at Murphy's Lounge tonight around seven. We can have a couple of drinks and then come back here. I know how much you love fucking me on my husbands bed.
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- Okay love, I'll see you at seven.
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A quick call alerting Uncle Sally to the Murphy’s meeting guaranteed me that by this time tomorrow, I’d know not only Alex’s last name but his life history as well.

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It was an hour and a half before I got the phone call.
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"I've got a live one baby. I should be home in about fifteen minutes so be ready to leap into the closet."
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The Table Turned

Part-5-of-6

The Plan Continues

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Eleven minutes later Grace pulled into the drive and another car pulled in behind her. I moved into the closet and adjusted myself so that I was comfortable. I made sure that the camcorder had a good angle on the bed and then I waited.
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Grace, followed by Warren came into the bedroom and went straight to the bed. As she started stripping, she looked over her shoulder at Warren and saying, "Hurry sweetie, I need it bad. I'm hot enough to fuck ten guys so I need cock bad."
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I had expected it to be almost like a porn video, but it wasn't. There was no hokey background music, no fake oohs and ahhs or the insincere sounding, ‘Oh yeah baby, fuck my tight pussy’ nor were there any of those stupid looking cum shots on the face, back or stomach. She did suck his cock and then afterwards while he was fucking her, I heard "Oh yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard" a couple of times. But I could tell from the sound of Grace's voice that she it wasn't faking; she loved every minute of this.
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I learned one thing real fast; when I made my plans I hadn't thought this all the way through. I hadn't realized how long I was going to have to stay in the closet. After Grace and Warren fucked, they went into a 69-position with her noisily licking their combined juices off his cock until he was hard again. And then they fucked like rabbits again. Next Warren ate her pussy until he was hard and they fucked a third time. Then Grace sucked him hard for the fourth time. Once he was hard, she got on her hands and knees and pointed her butt at him. Looking over her shoulder she wailed wantonly, "In my ass lover, this time I want you in my ass."
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She buried her head in a pillow as Warren moved behind her and started easing himself into her ‘rear’ entrance. The pillow muffled her grunts and groans so I couldn't tell if they were from pain or pleasure. But it didn't matter which because she had asked for it and I had it on tape. Half a dozen strokes and Warren was all the way in her and then he slowly started fucking her until she raised her head up from the pillow and wailed, "Harder baby, fuck me harder."
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Grace was positioned so that she was looking at the closet and through the viewfinder of the camera I could see the lust on her face as she moaned, “Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass."
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I knew, even though I couldn't see into her mind, that while she was looking into the closet at where my eye level would be she was thinking, "You stupid shit. This is one of my lovers and he is fucking the shit out of me with your blessings and you don't have a clue." But she was wrong about that, she was the one without a clue as to what was going to happen to her.
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When it was over and Warren had pulled his flaccid cock out of her ass, Grace looked at her watch and said, "You need to be going baby."
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"But I was planning on spending the night. You told me your husband was out of town and I thought that mea..."
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Grace put a finger to against his lips, "Shush baby. I never said it would be an all nighter. You need to get out of here. My sister is coming over to spend the night when she leaves the Avon party that she went to. She’ll be here in a half-hour or so and you need to get gone. Now! No arguments, go... go … go … go!" she said as she picked his pants up off the floor and handed them to him.
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Still naked and cum oozing down her thighs, Grace walked him to the door and while she was out of the room I hid the camera. I was just taking off my boxers when Grace came back in the room.
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"Oh baby," she cooed, looking at my stiff cock, "If that’s any indication, I guess you liked your fantasy. We can talk later baby, instead now let your slut wife take care of that for you."
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With mixed emotions I moved towards the bed. I was hard as hell because watching Grace had been one hell of a turn on, but I really didn't want anything to do with the fucking whore. On the other hand I needed to keep her from suspecting that I was on to her and avoiding sex with her would set off a ton of alarm bells. I had no choice but to take sloppy seconds.
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When it was over and Grace we lying with her face resting on my stomach. After casually stroking her hair, I twisted my fingers into it and pushed her face down to my cum coated cock. When she opened her mouth and murmured, "Well baby, was it every thing that you wanted?" I slipped my cock into her mouth.
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As she savored the taste of Warren’s and my cum mixed with hers, I said, “I guess it was okay Grace, but no, to be honest, it wasn't quite what I wanted."
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Taking my cock out of her mouth, she wailed, "Oh God baby, you didn't like it. Now you’re going to hate me. Oh God, I knew I shouldn't have done it,”
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As hard as it was for me to do it, I took her in my arms and told her not to worry. "I don't hate you baby. How could I when you love me so much that you did this for me? No honey, what I meant was that there was something missing. Something that I hadn't even thought of before I watched you from the closet."
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"What baby? What didn't I do? I sucked his cock and I even gave him my ass. I don't like anal, but this was for you. I did it so you could see the things that you talked about and I wanted you to see that too. What didn't I do?"
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Pushing her mouth back down on to my cock, I explained, "It isn't what you didn't do honey, you did just great. It is just something that I didn't even know about myself until I was watching you."
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"What is it baby? You know I'll do it for you,” she said as she licked my balls.
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I moaned with pleasure, then sighed, "You won't laugh or think less of me?"
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"Of course not baby,” she cooed as she licked my cock.
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"It occurred to me while I was in that closet that what I really wanted was to be punished for having you fuck that stranger,” I grunted as Grace took my cock back in her mouth. “Not physical punishment,” I grunted through clinched teeth as her warm mouth moved slowly up and down my rigid cock, “but mental.” As I felt my balls clinch up, I added, “I felt like you should have humiliated me. You know, things like calling me a wimp, saying that my cock was worthless and that's why you had to pick up strangers. Telling them to make you pregnant because I wasn't man enough to do it,” I stammered as my balls exploded, filling Grace’s mouth with hot cum.

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With cum oozing out of the corner of her mouth, Grace asked, "You would really want me to do that?"
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"Yes I would."
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"But none of that is true baby,” Grace said as she fondled my cock. “You aren't a wimp and you have a marvelous cock. And where does this ‘not man enough to make me pregnant’ come from? Neither one of us wants kids right now so we haven't even tried."
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"I know baby, it is all mental and I know it, but your lover should leave thinking I'm a wimp ass who can't take care of his own wife."
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"Well, if that’s what you want, okay. I can do it, but it won't feel right. I'll do it tomorrow night while I'm still up from tonight. If I wait I might lose my nerve. Are you sure you’re all right with this baby? It isn't going to hurt us, is it?"
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"No honey, it won't …

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Part-6-of-6

Back to Alex

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“No honey, it won’t hurt me at all."
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Turn to her word, the next evening she brought Alex home and fucked him while I taped them from the closet. She had walked him out and now we were in bed together. Despite my feeling for her, watching Grace fucking another guy was hot. As I climbed on top of her and slid my cock into her slushy cum filled pussy, I hissed, "My cock is only good for pissing?"
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"Oh yeah baby, your little dick is worthless. How does your silly little pee-pee feel soaking in a real man's cum?"
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"You fucking whore" I moaned as I drove my cock into her.
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"I know I am baby, but I love you so that even though you're worthless in bed I'll stay with you. You’ll just have to get used to sloppy seconds though because I'll probably go out every night and pick up some stud."
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"You fucking bitch!"
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"Yeah baby, I'm a bitch and you are my cuckold. Next time though you’ll have to suck my lover's cum out of my pussy before I'll let you fuck me, understand?"
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"Yes dear," I said, knowing full well there wasn't going to be a next time.
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Fucking her two boyfriends in front of me sexually supercharged Grace so much that she couldn't leave me alone for the rest of the weekend. I wanted to shove her away or spit on her, but instead I thought of her as what she was, a slut whore. As long as I thought of and treated her like a whore, it was easy to force myself to behave. I needed to keep things on an even keel until I was ready to drop the hammer on her.
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Monday morning after a quick blowjob before I left the house, I kept the appointment that I’d made with a divorce lawyer. And I gave him a copy of the audio and videotapes. He reviewed them and asked me what I wanted.
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"Out of the marriage and if possible I don't want that whore to leave with anything. No alimony, no settlement, no nothing. She can leave the marriage with what she brought to it, her maiden name and that's all."
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"You know she’ll fight it, right? With what we have the divorce will be a slam dunk, but a good lawyer will get a judge to award her something."
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"I don't know much law, but wouldn't that audiotape of her talking to her mother about fleecing me. That proves that she only married me for my money. Wouldn’t that be fraud?"
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"It would be a hard sell and I doubt if I could get the DA to file charges. We might be able to scare her with the threat of criminal charges, but it would depend on how sharp a lawyer she gets."
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"How would a suit for alienation of affections go if we went after her mother?"
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"With what we would have a good chance there, and thanks to both your audio and video tapes we’d have a damn good case against Alex and Warren, too."
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"Maybe the threat of me doing that will make Grace walk away."
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"You could try it."
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"What's the time line?"
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"I can have the papers filed by tomorrow afternoon and then they just have to be served."
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That night and the next Grace was still super horny from her weekend and, as odious as it was for me, I had to take care of business. Wednesday while we were eating dinner, Grace asked me how I felt about her working on my fantasy some more.
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"Alex called me today and said he wanted to see me again,” she explained.
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"You seemed to enjoy him so okay, why not. Only one thing though, you won't be able to do him here."
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"Why not?" she asked.
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"Because by this time tomorrow you won't be living here."
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"What are you talking about?"
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"I have something to show you. Just a second, I'll be right back."
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Getting up, I quickly went into my home office and got my briefcase. When I returned to the kitchen, Grace was still sitting where I’d left her. Smiling, I took out a tape recorder and put it on the table. I had taken excerpts from the tapes that I’d collected and I put them on the tape in the recorder. I pushed the PLAY button, ”Hurry up lover, sit down on the couch and get it out. You know how much I love to wrap my lips around it.”

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“You still going to feel that way when we get married?” he laughed.
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-“Hell yes baby. Ooh, look at it. Is it ready for what or me?” she cooed, seductively.
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There was a pause on the tape and I looked up at Grace's face and saw that she had gone pale. The next piece of the tape started:
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- “I need for you to cover for me tonight in case hubby calls.”
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-“ Who are you meeting, Alex or Warren?"
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- “Alex,” she chuckled.
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- “One of these days you are going to get caught. You know that, right?”
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- “No I won't, and with any luck you won't need to cover for me anymore.”
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-“ You are finally going to get the divorce?”
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- “No, I still need another year to make sure I know where all the assets are.”
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I pushed the STOP button as I looked at Grace's stunned expression. Then I took an envelope out of the briefcase and handed it to her. As she took it and I said, “You’ve been served. Now here's the way it's going down. If you walk away and don't contest the divorce and I'll leave your mother alone. I'll sign your car over to you and pay one year's insurance on it. I'll pay the security deposit and the first years rent on an apartment and I’ll give you 5-grand for start up money. Give me even the slightest problem and I'll sue your mother, Alex and Warren all 3-for alienation of affections. I don't know what I can get from Alex and Warren, but my lawyer says I can end up with a judgment against your mother large enough that if she doesn't pay it I can seize her house and put her and your father on the street. Bottom line is that you need to get busy packing. I want you out of this house by this time tomorrow.
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That wasn't the end of it though. Grace packed up and moved back in with her parents until she could find a place of her own. When she told her mother about my threat, it caused her mother to have a panic attack. Claude my father-in-law wanted to know why she was blubbering so my mother-in-law told him that I was going to try to take their home. Neither Grace nor her mother would tell him why, so he came to me. As soon as he walked in he called me every name in the book that he could think of. "It's bad enough,” he ranted, “That you're being an asshole to my daughter, but where do you get off dragging my wife into it?"
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I liked Claude and I hated to do it to him, but I had no intention of becoming the villain in this little fiasco so I played the audiotapes for him. He sat stunned as he listened to his wife and daughter plot against me and then he got up and left without saying another word. I heard later that he went straight home and threw Grace out of the house. And when his wife tried to intervene, he told her to shut up or get the fuck out too.
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Alex and Warren had both been stupid messing around with my wife. Alex was a small time subcontractor and I'm a vindictive big time contractor. With my business associates and myself boycotting his company, Alex was lucky that he lasts 6-months. Warren is going to be a little bite more of a problem, but I already had a line on how to get even. It’s just going to take a little time.

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Funniest thing though, a couple of weeks after Grace and I split up, Warren got mugged. He’d been drinking all evening in his favorite cowboy bar and when he left, he got jumped in the parking lot. As he neared his car a mugger hit him from behind. The blow knocked him onto the hood of his car. When Warren fell across the hood, a second mugger worked him over pretty good before he went down. As soon as Warren was on the ground one of the muggers kicked him in the balls so hard that Warren thought he’d die. After kicked him unconscious, they stripped him of his wallet, watch, and rings, before driving off in Warren’s 1967 Pontiac GTO muscle car. They muggers busted him up so much that Warren spent a week in the hospital, and then another couple of weeks before he could go back to work. The Pontiac was Warren’s pride and joy and loosing it hurt him worse than the beating.

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The cops questioned me about it, but at the time of the attack I was sitting in lodge with 30-impecable witnesses, including the mayor, the chief-of-police, and the detective’s brother.

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Grace did walk away without fighting me on the divorce and two months after the divorce was final she married Alex. It turns out that Alex besides being a compulsive gambler, was an abusive control freak and several times since I saw Grace around town sporting black eyes and bruises. Once I saw her with her arm in a sling and I couldn't help but feel happy for her that she was able to marry the man of her dreams.

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I heard later that Alex got in so deep with his bookie that Grace had to become a working girl in one of Uncle Sally’s clubs to pay off his debut. One night I drop in for a drink and to wish Uncle Tony happy birthday and she was giving a ‘john’ a blowjob at a table in the back of the club. I couldn’t help taking a few discrete pictures with my cell phone to give me something to remember her by. .

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About 6-months later Alex disappeared. The word on the street was that he started playing in some private high-steaks poker games and got caught cheating. Then to make things worse, he tried to skip out on his debuts. I guess Alex was just born for a shallow grave. Naturally this had no affect on the debut that she was working off.

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The end…

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Post Script: About 6-months later, my company was working on a big job in another state. At Uncle Sally’s suggestion, I stop at a police auction of impound and unclaimed auto’s. Imagine my surprise when Warren’s 1967 GTO was for sale. I probably paid more than it was worth, but once I got it back home, it gave me a perverse pleasure for Warren to see me driving it around. Naturally the first time that Warren saw me driving it, he called the cops, but my paper work was all in order. And whether Warren like it or not, I was the legal owner.

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