I was aboard the cruise ship Carnival Splendor, and shortly I’ll be meeting with the Captain on the bridge of his ship. I explained to the Events Coordinator what I wanted, and she relayed the message to the Captain, who invited me up to the bridge.

“Captain, I would like to ask my girlfriend Tracie Adams to marry me on Valentine’s day. What would be the proper procedure on how to accomplish this?” I asked.

“That is a good question Mr. Kent. I will invite both of you to dine at my table on Valentine’s day and you can ask her then. I’ll have my Events Coordinator attend to this situation,” he replied.

We talked some more on the plan, while he showed me around the bridge.

“Mr. Kent everybody who is aboard this ship has a story, would you like to tell me your’s?”

“Captain, first my name is David and second, my story would be a long one and might bore you.”

“That is ok Mr. Kent, sorry David; I have plenty of time and lots of ocean in front of us, with no place for us to hide. So, yes, I would like to hear your story.”

So I proceeded to tell him my story.

My name is Clark David Kent III. With the last name of Kent, who in the fuck would name your son Clark? Let alone the Third. Not hard to figure that one out. Ya my folks with help from my grand folks.

Yes, I got plenty of teasing in school about my name. Where are your glasses? Do you have your superman suit under your clothes? Can I see your suit? Can you really fly? Can you see through walls? And a whole host of other stupid fucking questions.

I think it would be appropriate that I give you some background on me first. During my teen years, I would help my best friend Steve. His dad Roger owned a small Excavating Company.

He did a lot of private jobs, and Steve and I would help him. He taught both of us how to operate heavy equipment. I took to operating a hydraulic crane, like a duck does to water. I’m good at operating most road equipment, but I love the crane the best.

After I graduated from River City High School, I went to the union’s operating engineer’s training school. I spent a year there learning all that I could about operating equipment. I had my application into many different construction firms.

I received a lot of job offers, but I always wanted to work for Three Brothers, their headquarters is just outside of River City, in Riverview Township. They made me an offer which I took. I still work for Roger on the side when he needs some extra help. I also help other guys on the weekend.

I guess now is a good time to give you some additional background on me. I am five feet, nine inches tall, weight 180 pounds. I work construction, so I am pretty well put together. I have brown hair and eyes. I go by the name of David.

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I met Jan at our annual summer company picnic. Jan and I had gone to school together. She was a year ahead of me. She dated a guy through their junior and senior years in high school. He joined the army after high school graduation, and was killed in Iraq. But not before he got her pregnant. She gave birth to twin girls, June and July.

She came to the picnic with a guy that I didn’t know. He left her alone and wandered around, flirting with most of the women and drinking plenty of beer. I saw her standing alone, so I approached her.

“Hi, my name is David,” I said.

“Hi David, I remember you, my name is Jan, short for January,” she replied.

“It seems like your date has left you alone,” I smiled at her.

“He is such an asshole, I don=t know why I let him talk me into coming to this picnic with him,” she said sadly.

“Well the food is ready. If you like I could join you, till the asshole shows up?”

“I would like that, but where is your date?”

“I came stag to the picnic. I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I am between relationships right now.”

“Oh sorry to hear that, but seeing how my asshole date is busy else where, I would be glad to have you join me for lunch.”

We chatted while we ate our lunch, as we finished her asshole of a date showed up three sheets to the wind. He made some snide remarks about me stealing his date and then told her it was time to go. She smiled at me,

“Thanks for the company.” Then she handed me a piece of paper, which I quickly put in my pocket. I didn’t say much, not wanting to piss off her already pissed off date.

I told a few of my buddies about the girl I met at the picnic. I wanted to call her the next day, but they told there was a three-day rule.

“What the fuck is a three day rule?” I asked.

“That you don’t call the girl for three days after your first date,” they replied.

I told them, “We didn’t have a date, we just ate lunch together at the picnic.”

“You still must wait three days,” They responded.

So I waited the three fucking days as protocol required, but (who the fuck dreamed up the three day rule), I wondered to myself. As soon as the three days were up, I gave her a call. We set up a time and day, for our first official date.

I won’t bore you with our dating life. In three months we were exclusive and in three months after that, I asked her to marry me. Just a little after a year from our first date we were married, in September. In between I met her side of the family and she met my side. I met and bonded with her two daughters.

Jan is five feet, six inches tall, I guessed she is around 125 pounds, (she never told me what she weighs, girls secret). Her body is well proportioned, and the curves are all in the right places. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. Her two daughters are blonde hair, blue eye beauties. They must have gotten their eye color from their dad.

Six months after wedding, in April, our son was born. Ya he was a bun in the oven, when we got married. My wife Jan wanted to name our son Clark David Kent IV, I said, “No fucking way was that going to happen in my life time.” We compromised and he was named David Clark Kent. We live in River City.

Chapter Two

The company had scheduled a quarterly safety meeting at the main office for those of us working in the area. Usually I’m up and gone by 7:00 am. This Monday the scheduled safety meeting was at 8:00 am. So I left the house thirty minutes later than normal at 7:30 am.

I got into my truck and left the garage. When I pulled out, I noticed the neighbors had their trash out. Damn I almost forgot to put our trash out. I stopped my truck and went back into the garage. I grabbed the two trash containers and took them out to the road. (I wondered if the kitchen trash can is full), I said to myself, I forgot to look this morning.

I walked back into the house and stopped by the laundry room doorway. I could hear my wife on the phone talking with someone.

“Hi honey can you talk now? There seemed to be a pause as she waited for a reply. Well just listen. This weekend the girls are going to their cousin’s house for a sleep over. They leave Friday night and will come home sometime Sunday afternoon.

Davie is going on a Boy Scout camping trip for the weekend, leaving Friday and coming home on Sunday. David will be goose hunting both Saturday and Sunday. That gives us both mornings to fuck ourselves silly.

I will open the garage door and text you that it is safe to enter the garage. After you enter the garage, make sure you close the garage door. I don=t want the nosey neighbors to know that you are here. Another pause, as she listened to his reply. Oh no, I hear my girls fighting. I have to go. I will see you this weekend. I love you babe, Bye.”

I quickly ducked back around the corner, hoping that she won’t come this way. I watched as she hustled through the kitchen and dining room toward the bedrooms. I could hear the two girls yelling at each other. I opened the entrance door to the garage, walking to my truck. I got in, and closed the garage door. I drove to the safety meeting in a daze. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour, after what I just heard.

I’m not sure just how I made it through the day. I don’t remember a thing that was said at the safety meeting. Thank God that I didn’t hurt anybody during the workday. I was in a fog all day long.

I stopped at the Riverview Bar on the way home. I ordered a beer and began to think on what type of action I should take. I figured that I needed to do some more research and get some evidence. I needed to know what the divorce laws were in my state. I’ll need to get a recording device and some film for my camera.

I was daydreaming about our past and how this could have happened. (What did I do that caused her to look to other men? I could not think of a damn thing. I was always there for her. It felt like the twelve years we have been married are being flushed down the drain.

I thought back on our honeymoon. We went to Sanibel Island in Florida, just east of Fort Meyers. I could remember our first night there, and just how we made love as husband and wife.)

I was sitting in a chair in the bed room looking at some of the wedding pictures, when Jan came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a skimpy white teddy, which did not do a good job of hiding her attributes. She sat down on my lap and starts to kiss me.

Our tongues were doing lap dances in each others mouth. She broke the kiss and pulled off my tee shirt. She began to rub her hand over the top half of my body.

“You are very chiseled,” she murmured as she resumed kissing me.

I held her tight and kissed her back softly and then with some more passion, as our breathing got heavier. By now my cock was rock hard and she shifted around a bit and rubbed her ass cheek over my cock a few times.

She pulled the straps off her shoulder and dropped her teddy down to her waist. That gave me full access to her breast, and I began to fondle them. They are nice and firm with her nipples poking out in full erection.

I kissed my way down to her pointed nipples. I moved my hand down to her wide-open pussy. I began to start sucking on her nipples. My fingers began to invade her pussy, which was soaking wet. You can hear my fingers slurp around in her pussy juices.

It doesn’t take me long to feel her tighten up as I brought her to her first orgasm.

“Oh My God that feels so good, it has been a while since you made me cum like that,” she cooed.

My fingers were working on her clitoris and then I move to her G-spot. I began to rub that sensitive area in her vagina. She gasped again as her body began to shake with her second orgasm.

She slid off my lap and stood up; her teddy fell to the floor. She stood there in front of me with that perfect naked body. She knelt down in front of me and took off my shoes. She then reached up and unbuckled my belt. She pulled my pants and boxers off in one big pull.

She reached for my sensitive cock. She began to softly stroke my cock with one hand and massaged my balls with the other hand. She picked the tempo up a bit, until some pre-cum leaked out of my exit hole.

She bent over and with her tongue she licked up the pre-cum. She started to suck on my purple head. She licked the under side of my sensitive head, and down the shaft to my sack, where she gave my balls a bath with her tongue. She was a very good cocksucker, as she built up my excitement and then let it subside. She never lost eye contact with me either.

Jan was now giving my cock the vacuum treatment, as she is sucking on it real fast and deep. I put my hands behind her head and pushed my cock deeper down her throat. I could hear her gag, but she didn’t pull off my cock.

Finally I tightened up and gave a loud groan and exploded my cum deep into her throat. I unloaded rope after rope of cum into her throat. She never spilled a drop, and when I finished with my orgasm, she pulled off and showed me my cum in her mouth, and then she swallowed it.

“WOW, that was the best blow jobs I have ever gotten,” I told her panting strenuously.

“My turn,” I said as I picked her up in my arms and put her on the chair I was just in.

She spread her legs for me and I started to lick her naked sex. I pushed my tongue into her sex, as deep as I could. I then moved my tongue over to her clitoris, and slowly licked it. She was starting to moan and groan, she pushed her sex harder into my face.

She had her legs draped over my shoulders. I kept licking her clit. My fingers were busy fucking her sex. When I had my fingers well coated in her juices, and I started to rub it around her butt hole, and soon my finger was embedded into her anal hole up to my first knuckle.

I had my finger working on her butt hole, and my tongue was licking her clitoris into a frenzy. She lost it and started to cum like a river, and there was no way I could lick it all up. I could feel it run down my chin and over my hand that is finger fucking her ass.

“Oh God honey, I need you to fuck me now. I’m so wet and ready,” she panted

I disengaged from her and turned her over in the chair and fucked her dog style, ramming my cock as far up into her pussy as I could go. I was pounding her so hard, that I was lifting her right off the chair.

She was screaming as her orgasm was ripping through her shuddering body. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and started to rub it around her anal hole.

“Oh God no, I have never done that before,” she moaned.

“Just relax, and I will show just how good it will feel,” I said as I gently pushed my cock into her anal hole.

She opened up for me and I slowly invade her hot hole. I fucked her hole and spanked her ass, till she exploded in another orgasm. She laid on the chair limply after her last orgasm, while I held her ass up and pumped away inside of her. I gave her ass cheeks a spank every so often. It wasn’t long, and I blew my seed deep into her ass.

Chapter Three

All this leads me up to that fateful phone call that I over heard. How to solve this problem at hand and just what the fuck am I going to do about my unfaithful wife? After I finished my beer, I finalized my plan and a trip to Radio Shack was on my agenda. I talked with a sales clerk; he seemed to understand what I wanted. He set me up with a good voice-activated recorder, with two mikes and extra flash drives.

I also got a 36-picture roll of 800 speed 35 mm film for my Cannon EOS Rebel camera. This film is very good in low light situations. I priced nanny cams, but really not sure where to place them, to get the best pictures. So I passed on buying the nanny cam. I knew where they were going to be and what time they planned on being together. The camera and recorder should be enough to get the evidence that I wanted.

On Thursday, when I got home from work, I installed the recording device and microphones. I did a couple test runs to make sure that it worked properly. I checked my camera over and installed the film. I set the camera settings for low light picture taking. I was ready for Saturday.

Thursday night when Jan got home, we had dinner together as a family. That night Jan was getting frisky in bed. I thought I needed to play it cool, so I just simply fucked the shit out of her. I figured it might be the last time that I have sex with her.

“Whew baby, where did that come from? My insides are still squirming and I think I might walk a little funny tomorrow. Good thing I have Friday off,” she said gasping for air.

I didn’t say much. We just laid there, with her snuggled up next to me as we both tried to catch our breath.

The next day I went to work and when I got home, I loaded up my truck with my hunting gear, guns, ammo and decoys. I always go to bed early on the night before going hunting and she knew better than to disturb me. The kids left Friday night to their various functions and I was in bed by 9:00 pm. I felt Jan come to bed a little later. It was hard for me to get to sleep, knowing what she has planned for tomorrow.

As usual I beat the alarm clock and I shut if off before the alarm sounded. I opened my night stand drawer and turn on the recorder. I got up and went into the laundry room to change into my hunting clothes. The coffee was done and I filled my thermos. I unlocked the backyard sliding window and grabbed my lunch out of the fridge. I loaded everything into the truck and left the house at 5:30 am.

I stopped at Tim Horton’s and got some donuts to eat while I drank my coffee. I hope these fucking donuts don’t give me heart burn. I know I’ll have a broken heart when I see what she will be doing. Some would say why don’t I just go in there and stop her.

But who would stop her the next time when I wasn’t around. It doesn’t sound like she plans to stop willingly. I suppose that I could have drop some hints, but fuck it, I need to know just what the fuck was going on.

I drove back to my house to wait. I waited down by the river, where I had a good view of my driveway and garage. I pulled out my binocular and got them focused in on my garage, now it was a waiting game.

At 6:30 am, the garage door opened. Ten minutes later a Ford Escape drove by me and turned on my street and right up my driveway, into my garage. I watched him walk through the garage up to the entryway door. He pushed the button to close the garage and walked into my house.

I knew I couldn’t beat the shit out of him, because my wife invited him into my house and he had a right to be there, even if he is fucking my wife. There is no fucking way that I am going to spend any time in jail over him fucking my traitorous wife.

I left my truck and walked the short distance to my house. I opened the gate and walked toward my bedroom window. It was still dark out, but the moon was giving off some light. I hope there is enough light for my film to capture them in the act. I had about half hour before sunrise. It was a clear and cool morning, as I focused my camera around the yard. Then I got a break. She turned on her reading light by the bed.

I watched them both strip naked and roll around on our bed, as they grabbed and played with each other. I slowly started to take some pictures. I got pictures of them in varies types of sexual acts. I slowly opened the sliding window in the dining room, and sneaked into the bathroom.

I hoped that she didn’t close the bathroom door to our bedroom, because it sticks and makes noise when opened. I was in luck, and the door to the bedroom was open. I slowly looked around the corner, and then took some pictures of them having anal sex.

I took some more of her cleaning off his cock with her mouth, after he had finished up in her ass. Those pictures finished up my roll of film and I=m done here.

I slipped back out of the slider and walked back to my truck. I could feel the coffee and donuts rumbling around in my stomach. When I got back to my truck everything in my stomach came up, some of it through my nose. Man what an awful fucking taste that leaves in your mouth. I sat in my truck kind of numb from what I just witness. I was killing time until my buddy opened up his photo shop.

“Stop by around 9:00 am, and I will develop the film for you,” he told me.

All in all the pictures turned out very good. He made me three copies, one for me, one for my attorney and one for my soon to be ex-wife.

“If you need any of the negatives blown up into larger size copies, just let me know. It won=t be a problem for me to do that,” he said.

I had nothing else to do, so I joined my hunting buddies. I was a little late, but better late than not at all. I did kill some geese. It felt good, it was like I was aiming at her with every shot. I got home and cleaned the birds.

Not much was happening, she was tired from her sexual cheating, and I kept to myself. I did change the flash drive in the recorder. I didn’t have a chance to listen to what they said.

The same thing happened Sunday, except I went straight to hunting; I had all the evidence that I needed. Sunday afternoon the kids came home, and there was more action with them around. I helped them with their homework. Again there was no sex, I didn’t offer, and she was too tired.

I had it set up before hand to take Monday morning off. I had an appointment with my attorney at 9:00 am. I left at my usual time and went to Big Boy for breakfast, and kill time.

I entered my attorney’s office at 8:55 am. Craig Dill is my attorney and we have been friends since high school. We always called him Pickles.

I sat down and filled him in on what had happened with my wife and her lover. I showed him the pictures and we listen to the audio together. I had listened to it earlier in the morning, in my truck. She had been cheating on me for the last five years, and I never had a clue. The audio is full of very interesting statements. She also trashed me pretty good.

Craig stared off into space, like he was in a trance, or deep meditation. After a few minutes he looked at me.

“What do you want to do?”

I looked at him incredulously.

“I want to divorce the fucking bitch,” I sorted of snapped back at him.

“Well let’s review all of this. First this is a no fault state and all the evidence of her with her lovers means nothing to the court. So all the assets are pooled together and split 50/50.

You have one child together and unless we can prove that she is an unfit mother, the court will probably award her custody. Which means that she will get the house and you will pay child support, house payment and insurance on the house until his eighteen birthday,” he said.

We reviewed all the expenses against my income and I was fucked. I can’t afford a divorce; I would be broke if I did.

“Are there any other options?”

“You could go for separation.”

“What does that entail?”

Chapter Four

“Basically it’s what you both are doing now, but without marriage vows. The only thing either of you can’t do is get married. You would need to have a divorce to do that. We can put some teeth in the document,” Craig said.

We got down to discussing what I wanted in the separation document. It was what we are doing now, only in written form. She would take care of the kid’s needs, the groceries, gas for her car, and keep house. I would take care of the rest of the bills; maintain her car and the house.

We could date and fuck whoever we wanted. There was to be no sexual actives by either of us in the house with fuck buddies. He listed some other activities that were allowed, or disallowed in the document. Also, there were penalties for violation of the agreement.

It was something like a pre-nup, where the violator leaves with almost nothing. The agreement is binding for 60 months, unless both parties decided to resume the marriage, or get a divorce.

“I should have these documents ready for you to pick up Wednesday afternoon,” he said.

We shook hands. I left his office and went back to work.

Wednesday after work, I stopped into Craig’s office, to pickup the document.

“Here is a copy of the separation document for you to show Jan. After you both review the document and are in agreement with it, then I need both of you to stop in the office to sign five copies,” he said.

I took the document home with me and I would talk with Jan either tonight or Thursday night, depending on what was going on at home with the kids. Wednesday was a busy night; I had to take the girls to a function at school. Thursday was a much quieter night.

There wasn’t any school functions that we had too attended. The kids were up in their rooms doing either homework, watching TV, or texting friends.

I called Jan into the kitchen to sit at the table with me. I had a cassette player with me and the pictures. I played the cassette, while I handed her the pictures. She had a remorse look on her face, with tears trickling down her cheeks.

“What are you going to do?” she asked me softly.

“Well obviously you have strung this twelve year marriage along for the last five years now, so you must not have much love left for me. Why Jan, why would you do this to me?”

“Oh David I do love you. I am sorry for what I have done. I don’t know why I had to cheat on you like that. I just enjoy different men and they sex and excitement they bring with them.

It was only sex, I didn’t love any of them, only you. I’m sorry; I just needed more sex than you could deliver.”

“Do you know just how lame that sounds. What do you mean that I couldn’t deliver? It was you that cut back on our sex life. Now I can see why. You were getting all the sex you wanted from other men,” I snarled.

Jan just hung her head without replying.

I opened the folder I had in front of me and retrieved the separation document that is inside the folder.

“I had this separation document drawn up by Craig Dill my attorney.”

I proceed to explain what the document said. At first she looked fearful, then confused, and finally a faint smile crept into the corners of her mouth.

“Let me get this straight, we keep doing what we are doing, but I can have sexual relationships with any guy that I choose?”

“Yes, only not in this house.”

“What about us?”

“There are no more us as far as I am concerned.” I told her.

She seemed to absorb that, as she continued to review the document.

“So what do we do next?”

“Tomorrow at lunch time we meet at Craig’s office to sign the documents. He will take them to the court and a judge will sign them. When that is done, we will be legally separated,” I said.

“I plan to make a bedroom down in the basement for me. You can have the master bedroom. I will take care of washing my clothes and keeping my room clean. You have the rest of the basement and house to keep clean, and wash yours and the kids clothes.

As far as dinner is concerned, you always get home late anyway. I will fix the kids and me some dinner and you can fend for yourself, or eat what is leftover from our dinner.” I said.

“So that is the way it=s going to be,” she huffed.

“You’re the one who wrecked this marriage, I’m trying to salvage a little respect out of this mess,” I replied.

Chapter Five

For the next two years we lived as two strangers in the same house. She had the master bedroom and I lived in the basement. I can’t fucking believe it. I was living like a fucking troll in the goddamn basement of the house that I was paying for.

Jan enjoyed her new freedom, she had been gone a lot during the weekends. I worked all the extra hours I could for Three Brothers. I also worked the weekends for Roger on side jobs when I could. The kids were old enough to take care of themselves.

All the extra money I earned from Three Brothers, I used to make extra house payments. All the money Roger paid me was cash, which I stashed away. I figured once I got my financial situation in good shape, I would divorce the bitch.

At the end of the second year of our separation, Jan was gone for most of the week. When she returned home, she looked different. She had plastic surgery done to her face and had breast enhancement work done. She looks at least ten years younger. (I wondered how she paid for the enhancement work done on her), I thought to myself. I knew that both of our insurances would not pay for that type of surgery.

“You look different, care to elaborate?” I commented.

“I had a little work done on my face; some nip and tucks to smooth the wrinkles away. Also, I had some breast enhancement work done. I had them made a little bigger and fuller,” she said smiling at me.

“Care for a test drive?” She purred.

“I probably can’t afford your price,” I mumbled back.

“You probably can’t,” she smirked, as she walked back toward her bedroom

I wanted to ask her just how she paid for the surgery, but I couldn’t pull the trigger to say the words. I just watched her as she walked toward her bedroom, with a little wiggle to her hips as she walked. God she has a great ass. I started to morn my loss of her, then the remembrance of her cheating on me for five years.

Also her words on the audio tape, burned in my stomach just like heartburn. I shook my head, to get rid of those thoughts of her and went down into the basement to work out.

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Davie’s best friend is Timmy Adams. They were together all the time and have classes together. I have met Timmy’s mother at a number of school functions over the years, as well as a number of times that I either dropped Davie off, or picked him up at Timmy’s house. Timmy’s mother’s name is Tracie, and his sister’s name is Tammy.

I have dated Tracie on and off over the past year. Tracie has auburn hair and green eyes that seem to always sparkle. She is five foot three inches tall, and weights some were between a 100 and 110 pounds. She has a nice figure 34B-25-34. Tracie works for the local hospital, as an administration assistant. Her husband was killed in an accident at work.

It was the month of April and Davie’s birthday is coming up. I talked it over with him on what he wanted to do for his birthday, which was this Friday. We discussed a number of things, when I suggested a bowling party, with pizza and pop.

He thought that was a great idea. So we invited Tracie and her family and he picked two other boys that he was good friends with. At the last minute June and July decided to join the party. Friday was a busy night at the bowling lanes, so we had the party Saturday afternoon.

Davie got a new X box for Christmas, so now he needed some games for it. I gave him fifty dollars, his sisters gave him ten dollars apiece, and Davie=s two pals, each gave him ten dollars. Tracie gave him a tee shirt with his favorite band on it and cargo shorts.

“Dad this is the best birthday party that I ever had,” Davie said.

It seemed that nobody noticed that Jan wasn’t at the party.

Tracie made a nice chocolate cake. We sang happy birthday to Davie and he blew out the candles on his cake. We all had cake and ice cream. Tracie had us take the extra cake home with us when we left.

Sunday I was working with Roger on a side job. Timmy and Davie were in his room play video games and eating cake. The twins were at the counter eating some of the leftover birthday cake, when Jan got home for her weekend of fun. She wheeled her bag into the house.

“That cake sure looks good, where did you get it?” she asked the girls.

“It was left over from Davie’s birthday party yesterday,” June replied.

“Birthday Party!” Jan exclaimed.

“Ya it was Davie’s birthday Friday and we celebrated it Saturday at the bowling alley with a pizza party. Mrs. Adams made a chocolate birthday cake and was it ever good,” July laughed.

“Oh. My. God., I completely forgot about Davie’s birthday,” Jan gasped, as she grabbed her purse and left.

I arrived home just in time to see Jan=s car turn the corner.

“Where was your mother going?” I asked the girls, not that I really gave a shit about her.

“She forgot Davie’s birthday and is going to the mall to get him something,” July replied.

Jan returned a short time later with a couple of wrapped gifts and a card. She knocked on Davie’s bedroom door and entered. I heard him thank his mother for the gifts. As she left, and walked toward us, I could see a smile on her face. I acknowledge her, as we passed. I just finished taking a shower, after a hard day working for Roger.

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Chapter Six

Another year had passed and it was Davie’s birthday again. I can’t believe that Davie was fifteen years old all ready. We (Davie, June, July and me) were at Tracie’s house. She was making Davie a birthday dinner.

She made her special meatloaf, with a stick of polish sausage in the middle. She injects melted cheese in the meatloaf, and she covered it with ketchup and lots of bacon. As Emeril says pork fat rules. The rest of the meal consisted of mash potatoes and brown gravy, with some meatloaf fat juices stirred into the gravy. We had green beans and coleslaw (Davie loves coleslaw), along with chocolate cake and ice cream for desert. He got some nice gifts from everybody. As I walked out with the kids, I thanked Tracie.

“I think I will server Jan with divorce papers in July,” I said.

“Oh God David that is the best news of the day,” she gusted.

“You’ve been very patient and it time for me to get my affairs in order and move on with my life. A move that I hope includes you.”

“I hope it does too.”

She put her arms around my neck and gave me a scorching kiss.

First week of June and Tracie called me, she was all excited.

“You will never guess what just happened to me?”

“I bet that you just won the lottery.”

“No I did not, try again.”

“Did you just get a big promotion at work.”

“Wrong again, care to try one more time.”

“No, I give, what happen to you today?”

“My folks plan to move into a condo. They want to trade houses with me. What do you think of that news?”

“Really, wow that was good news for you.”

“Yes, once all the moves are made, then they will put my old house up for sale and use the proceeds toward their new condo.”

“Well that sure sounds like a good plan to me.”

Her folk’s house was larger than Tracie’s house and a lot more valuable. But, there was always a but, her folk’s house was older and will need some work to bring it up to modern standards.

“I’m not sure just how you go about swapping houses, but when you do, you should then go to the bank and get a loan on the house for fifty thousand. That amount should be plenty to improve the house. I would think the bank should have no problems giving you a loan. Your folk’s house had to be worth at least double that amount,” I told her.

“Why should I do that?” Tracie asked.

“Tracie their house needed a lot of work to modernize it. A new roof, paint the inside and out, new carpet, new appliances, and other cosmetic things, and some new furniture.

I think I can turn that fifty thousand into seventy-five thousand, with me doing a lot of the work and favors owed me,” I told her.

For that past six months, I had a friend who is a private investigator, he followed Jan on and off for a six month period.. I dug him a large pond, and did all the landscaping around the pond, in return for his services. The end of June he gave a full report with photos, video, and audio of her activities.

“Are you shitting me, she’s working for a fucking escort service,” I laughed.

“Ya I could not believe it myself, but you can see by the evidence just what she was doing,” he said.

“I wondered just where she got the money to have the upgrades on her face and breasts,” I commented.

“It was very evident that if she had been working as an escort, and if she was any good, she could easily afford the enhancements. By the way you paid for her to provide services to one of my male operatives. That is how we got some of these great video and pictures. He had a video camera in his carry bag, which took these vids and pictures,” he told me.

Jan was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, the girls were over it a friend’s house, and Davie was at Timmy’s House. I sat down at the table with her, with my packet of information with me.

“Well what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” She asked.

I just smiled, and started to remove the divorce papers and the rest of the information that I had. I passed over the divorce papers that Craig prepared for me over to her.

“Jan it’s time that we end this separation that we have, and proceed to end this marriage. This is the divorce papers. We both keep what was ours, you can have the house until Davie turns eighteen, and then it has to be sold, and we split the money 50/50. There will no child support or spouse maintenance. You cover all of the bills on both girls and yourself.

I will cover Davie’s expenses. I will pay the taxes on the house and any house maintenance until the house is sold after Davie’s eighteenth birthday. You have insurance for both you and the girls from your place of employment, and I’ll cover Davie. If Davie chooses to live with me, you still can have the house until he reaches his eighteenth birthday, or we can have the house apprised and you can buy me out.”

She sat there for a while reading the divorce papers. I could just about see her mind working, trying to figure out how to squeeze some more money out of me.

“Just how to you propose that I do all of this, you make a lot more at your job than I do at mine. Your retirement is a lot bigger than mine?”

I pulled out the rest of the information in my envelope, and passed it over to her. It contained the PI report, and some pictures.

“I think that your second job provides a hell of a lot more money than you’re letting on. I’ll bet that the IRS would love to receive some of this information that I have. The W2’s that you give me each year are far short of the money that you actual earn.”

She had money scattered all over the country and some in offshore banks as well. She started to turn red, when she realized that she wasn’t as smart as she thought she was with her extra income.

“You need to go to Craig’s office and sign the papers so he can witness your signature.”

A stroke of the pen terminated the marriage. Although it took a number of years to get to this point. Plus after Craig files the paper work it will take six months for the divorce to be final. Meanwhile I had given up living like a troll in the basement, and got myself a small two bedroom apartment. A funny thing was that as soon as I moved out of the house, Davie claimed my bedroom in the basement.

“Why?” I asked him.

He responded, “Dad there is more space in your old bedroom, and also I get away from the girls and mom.”

Chapter Seven

It was the week after Fourth of July, and Tracie got the house from her folks. She was busy with the bank getting a loan secured for the improvements that we discussed.

In August Tracie got her loan from the bank, and I went to work spending her money on improvements. I started to demolish the inside of the house. I had the house rewired, painted inside and outside, new roof, new carpet and flooring, new appliances, and new furniture.

It helped to work for a very large general contractor. We had tons of stuff in a couple of warehouses. Most of the stuff was brand new, or installed and then removed.

I got what I needed from the warehouse, paying pennies on the dollar for the items that I took. I completed everything and she moved in on the first of November.

No, I did not move in with Tracie in her new house. I still had my apartment, and I stayed there. I did spend a few nights christening in her new bed.

Time flew fast as November ended, and December was half over with. Tracie’s work Christmas party was approaching fast. That was all she talked about for the past week. The party was on Saturday, and I had to work that day. We were building an addition to Michigan City college. The job was about twenty miles from River City.

The load of steel was supposed to be at the job site mid afternoon. It finally showed up at 7:00 pm. It took me two hours to get it unloaded.

I tried to call Tracie and let her know that I was running late, but my calls just went to voice mail. I hurried up and drove home, took a shower and changed into my good clothes. I then raced to the hotel, and it was almost 10:00 pm when I arrived.

I stood off to the side of the big ballroom, getting my bearings and looked for Tracie. I spotted her a short distance away talking with some of her co-workers. I noticed this big guy kept pestering her about something and I could see her shake her head no.

Finally he dragged her out on the dance floor. They danced a fast dance, and the next song was a slow song. He tried to pull her close to him. I was about ready to go out and rescue her when she slapped his face and walked back to her co-worker’s table.

I noticed the big guy (he was at least a half a head taller than me and had me by fifty pounds) and his buddies walking off the dance floor and toward the bathroom, so I followed them. I heard one of his buddies call him big Ed.

We all went into the bathroom and big Ed was one of those guys with a loud voice, and was spouting off.

“You know that bitch Tracie Adams is so fucking hot. I had her on the dance floor and she had me so hard, that when that slow song started, I grabbed and pulled her tight to me so she could feel my nine inch cock. I knew that got her hot too,” big Ed boasted.

One of the guys snickered and said, “Ya so hot that she slapped your face.”

Big Ed gave him a shut the fuck up look.

“That bitch will be mine tonight; she just doesn’t know it yet.”

Big Ed patted his pocket and said, “I have some insurance which once poured into her drink will make her putty in my hands. If you guys are nice to me I just might let you have her after I am done with her.”

He gave an obnoxious laugh, and they all laughed with him, as they walked out of the bathroom. I followed them out. Big Ed stopped at the edge of the dance floor looking over at Tracie talking with her friends. The other three guys left him, and they walked over toward the bar.

I tapped Big Ed on the shoulder, and he turned back looking at me with a scowl look on his face.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Come here a moment I have something to tell you.”

I lead him over to a dark corner of the room. As I turned to face him, my hand snapped up to his throat, and I put a vice grip lock on his throat. He reached over to grab my hand with a surprise look in his eyes

“Don’t fucking move or touch my hand, or I will rip your fucking Adams apple out of your fucking throat,” I snarled at him.

His hand stopped in mid air, and he had a shock look on his face as he started to gasp for some air.

“Now listen closely to what I have to say. Tracie Adams is my girlfriend, and if I ever hear any more talk about you bothering her, they will never find you again, because your body will be buried under a hundred yards of concrete. Do you understand me?”

He nodded his head yes, as his eyes seemed to bulge out and his face was starting to turn blue.

I let him go, and he grabbed his throat gasping for air and coughing.

“I think that it was time for you and your three friends to leave the party, don’t you agree?”

He was still coughing as he staggered over to the bar and got his three friends and they left the party. I figured that I need to be careful; somewhere down the road there will some type of revenge coming into play. I’m glad that I have a CCW permit, and most of the time I carry some type of a pistol on me.

It was unknown to me, but one of the hospitals administrators had overhead my discussion with Big Ed. He approached me, and thanked me for intervening and stopping what could have been a serious incident.

“I’ill have a discussion with Mr. Ed Murry, and let him know that this type of behavior was uncalled for, and if it happens again, I’ll take some type of action,” he told me.

I started walking toward Tracie’s table, but she spotted me first and gave a scream. She raced to me and leaped into my arms giving me a scorching kiss. She had her arms around my neck and her legs were wrapped around my waist. My hands were cupping her nice ass. She broke the kiss and led me over to the table she was sharing with her friends.

She proceeded to introduce me to everyone. Just then a slow song started to play, and she dragged me on the dance floor. All this happened faster than my discussion with Big Ed.

When we got done with the dance, there was a plate of food waiting for me at the table, and Tracie left to go to the bar to get us some drinks. I had a good time at the party, but a better time when we got home and into her bed.

She was like a tornado, and when she was finally done with me, I was whipped. I never moved the rest of the night, and woke up at 9:00 am, the next morning. Tracie was sleeping next to me, and we were all wrapped with each other and the covers.

Chapter Eight

One of my best friends was dating one of Tracie’s girlfriends. We had made plans to go to the New Years Eve party at the MGM Grand in Detroit. We had a reservation for the party and we both had room reservations.

We got there at 3:00 pm, and the girls had a reservation at the beauty shop to get their hair, nails, and makeup done at 4:00 pm. At 5:30 pm, we met the girls in our rooms to get ready for the party. The girls got ready in my room. Jim and I got ready in his and told the girls we would meet them in the casino. It took us ten minutes, and I knew that the girls will spend at least an hour getting ready.

We had a nice time at the party. After we finished dinner, and the casino was getting the band ready. I was standing up looking around the room. I started to laugh.

“What is so funny?” Tracie asked.

“Do you see that blonde standing over by the bar on the far side?”

“Yes what was so funny about her?”

“That my dear is my ex-wife Jan.”

Tracie put her hand up to her mouth, “Oh.”

“I think I’ll go over and make myself known to her”

I walked toward Jan, as she was leaving the bar with a gentleman with her arm looped through his arm. I bet she must be working tonight in her job as an escort. She will shit a gold brick, when she sees me here. I walked up behind her just as they got to their table.

“Hello Jan.”

She whirled around, and her mouth dropped open.

“David…ah David what are you doing here?”

“Just like you enjoying the party.”

“Who are you with?”

(Now I thought maybe I will fuck with her a bit, and feed her a line of bullshit. I wonder if she ever met Tracie. I was not sure on that thought. Anyway fuck it here comes the bullshit). I thought to myself.

“Well you remember my buddy Jimmy. He is over there with those two beautiful ladies. Anyway he was at a big stag party in Detroit a month ago, and won one of the major prizes. It was a prize for two guys for the New Years Eve party at the MGM Grand casino in Detroit. It included rooms, admission to the party, escort dates for the party, and some spending cash. So Jimmy invited me to come along. We both have two beautiful dates for the night.”

Just then the band started up with a slow song.

I looked over to my wife’s date.

“Would you mind if I had this dance with my wife?” I asked him.

His eyes opened wide and he looked at Jan. I could hear her tell him it was ok and she would explain it to him after this dance.

We had a nice dance, talked a little bit about the kids, and when the song finished I took her back to her table and thanked her for the dance.

The rest of the night I danced mostly with Tracie and a few with her friend, and I could feel Jan staring daggers at us all night long.

“That pretty much brings up to this point in time,” I said to the Captain.

“Mr. Kent that was simple an amazing story, and thank you for sharing it with me,” he said.

Epilogue

The Captain came through for me and I surprised Tracie with the engagement proposal. We married shortly after the cruise. Davie moved with me into Tracie’s house. I have not seen much of Jan, but I assume that she is still working as an escort. The twins are in college, and I see them when they come home when the school was on vacation.

Things were going very good between Tracie and I, but I have cut back on the amount of time that I go duck hunting. You know the saying Once Bitten Twice Shy. Besides instead of shooting at birds on Saturday morning, I spend that time still in bed with Tracie, firing my ammo deep inside of her.