To find another week as bad as this one I would have to go back several years. I think in 1993 I had a week where the house burned down and I was laid off in the same week. But in ways this week topped that one. First, I broke my arm going into a customer's building. Second, the transmission on the company car blew up in the middle of nowhere. Third, I caught my wife cheating on me.
It all started about 2 weeks ago when the boss came in and let the sales force know we needed to go out on a run through our territories and see if anyone on our routes needed any extra supplies as we needed to reduce inventory. We, the sales force, were empowered to reduce selling price by 25% and if anyone wanted up to 30% we were to call in and get approval. We were all to use company vehicles and company gas cards so the company only had to pay cost and not any mileage.
I went home and let my wife of 20 years Julie, a 38 year old mother of two grown children, know about the upcoming trip. Julie still looked pretty good for 38. Since our youngest had gone off to college the previous year she had been exercising and getting herself back into shape. I though she looked fine but she wanted to keep it up. I worried about her because when I came home from one of these trips she would eat quite a bit almost like she had not had anything to eat for a few weeks.
On Monday Julie took me to work with my suitcase as I was going to leave from the office about 9:00 AM. My first stop was about 100 miles from the office at the Apex Granite Company in Friendly. I spoke with the office manager and told her the terms we were offering our best customers. She asked me to let her think it over and she would call me Wednesday and let me know. Since I had to loop back thorough town on Wednesday I just made an appointment to see her at 1:00 and get her decision.
I went thorough the western part of my territory over the next couple of days and was back at Apex on Wed. They had changing the front stairs but had failed to put up any warning signs as they were not yet fastened down. Just as I was reaching for the door the stairs shifted and I fell and broke my arm. Because of potential liability the office manager rode in the ambulance with me.
She had grabbed her list on the way out the door and while I was awaiting treatment at the hospital she game me her order for supplies. After my arm was put in a cast she took me back to the plant and then drove me to the motel. There she tucked me in bed and I took a nap for a couple of hours as I let the drugs wear off.
The next day I was headed out through the eastern loop of my territory (usually this took 1 and a half weeks) and I had gotten about 50 miles out of town when I heard the telltale sounds of metal hitting the pavement below me. I though the engine had gone but no it was the transmission, I was towed back to Friendly and let one of the places look the car over. I went back to the same motel I had spent the night before in.
Julie did not know my exact itinerary but she knew that by now I should be well on my way through the eastern part of my territory. I went to dinner that night around 7 and returned about 9. When I was leaving a party had been starting up in a room about 3 doors down. I figured if I let them get going for a couple of hours I could join them for a few free drinks and then hit the hay.
When I got back at 9 you could tell the party was still going on but it was quieter than most such parties I attended. When I got up to my room there were a couple of guys out on the balcony with drinks in their hands. Seeing that I had a broken arm one of the guys offered me a drink.
I accepted and joined them for conversation. The door to the room was standing open and I glanced in. There were about 6 black guys around the bed sticking their dicks in this white woman with blond hair. I stood there talking to the two on the balcony and asked what the deal was.
It seemed that for the past year this woman had been coming into Blackie's, the bar they and their buddies frequented about every 6 weeks for a couple of weeks and partied with anyone that wanted to until a day or two before her husband was due to get home. She had come in this time and wanted to do the same thing but she wanted to cuckold him in his territory just because he kept leaving her alone. She had told them that anyone that brought her up here could do whatever they wanted for the night it just had to be here.
Eight of them left Center City and brought her up in 2 cars; but by the time they arrived she was so blasted that she wasn't even a good cum dump. Two or three had to screw her at a time just to keep her awake. By this point my glass was empty so they invited me in for another.
Imagine my surprise when I looked over and saw my wife with her eyes closed but sucking slack jawed a big dick while two more were screwing her. At that point the guy in her mouth said she was gone. The others all agreed. We stood around and discussed the situation for a few minutes.
They were supposed to call her husband's office the next day and let him know where to pick her up at. They were all looking pretty down so I volunteered to make the call, since I was staying in the motel anyway, They gave me the number as we stood around the bed and jerked off all over her. There she lay covered in cum from everyone and passed out.
While she was passed out I went to the local drug store and got a throw away camera and came back and took pictures. On the way to Julie's room I stopped by my room and picked up my small recorder. Julie is one of those people that if you start quietly talking to her in her sleep she will answer you but never remember she had the conversation. In ways it is better than hypnotism or any other method for finding out the truth.
After I had taken the pictures I wanted I sat down and had a conversation with her. It seems that about 6 months ago one of the trainers at the club she worked out at had given her come cocaine and powdered heroin. Since she was very straight and had never tried drugs, up to that time, they hit her like a ton of bricks. She was high for several hours. I was out of town at that time visiting my customers.
When she came off of the high she was at Blackie's Retreat (a black's only in the evening club) in the back room. She was bent over a Bumper Pool table with somebody sticking a dick in her ass and some one else in her mouth. They realized she was coming down off a high so they gave her some more of the drug and found out how long she was available. I was gone for a week on that trip. So for most of the next week they kept her high and used her for a cum dump.
When she got straightened out and was just about ready to call the police a big black man walked in and showed her some pictures and told her that unless she wanted them distributed around town she would take her white ass out of there and get cleaned up, never mentioning this again. In the pictures it looked like she was having an good time.
She went home and stood in the shower for an hour getting cleaned up and went to bed to sleep. She never mentioned what happened to her to anyone. She kept going to the club and exercising. She and the trainer got pretty close and she learned how to mix the drug he had given her. She then dumped him and waited until the next time I was out of town and she took some more of the drug.
It seemed that for the week she had gone back to Blackie's and she had eaten nothing but cum losing 20 pounds. That was when the serious weight loss began. I had noticed at about every 6 to 12 weeks she had lost about 20 pounds and had complemented her on it so she decided to keep it up. She used the drug every time I went out of town. This time though she must have mixed it wrong since she had a bad reaction to it and had gotten too high and had been in the back room from about an hour after I left until tonight.
Tonight she wanted my attention so she had decided to come up here and party and hoped to be caught by me. She said she still loved me be she would not quit until I caught her. Every time she took the drug and spent a week or more at Blackie's not only did she lose weight but after she came down off the high she felt guilty for about a week about the infidelity.
In being introduced to the guys last night I noted that a couple of them were named Jim. I had noticed a car rental place in town and I called to see if they had anything available. They had a Chevrolet Impala so I rented it. I went over and picked up the car as I formulated my plan to stop this destructive behavior, you see I still loved her. I knew now that I had enough evidence to take everything from the marriage but even though I wanted revenge, I still wanted to keep her. The rooms had both been paid for so if we left in the middle of the night it would not be any problem.
I got her into the car without waking her and headed for home. I kept my speed down and made the ride as smooth as possible. On the way home I worked out most of the details of my plan. First she needed to be really scared. Toward that end during the ride home I decided she should wake up in the shower but not know how she got there. I also asked if she still had some of the pictures from the first encounter, she did and she told me where they were.
I asked how she had mixed the drugs and what was wrong with the mix. She said she had put to little cocaine in the mix. She told me where I could get some more and remix the drugs. Once home I put her clothes and all in the shower but did not turn the water on just yet. I got her drugs and remixed them. I gave her some and just enough to start her on a high and I went out to the car to get my suitcase. I set it by the door I wanted her to think I was just coming in. Then I went upstairs and turned the water on and left her in the shower to wake up.
I went back downstairs and listened. I heard the shower stop so I gave her a few minutes to start drying herself and then I opened and closed the door real loud. I called out to her to let her know I was home. I heard some scurrying around upstairs as I climbed up to our bedroom. I gave her just enough time to get rid of the evidence and then walked in. She saw the arm and wanted to know what happened.
She and I sat and chatted and I told her about my trip. We went to bed that night and she was insatiable driven as much as anything by fear of discovery. We had sex until 3:00AM. I got up at 7:30 and called my boss explaining what had happened to the car. I told him I had a rental and asked what he wanted to do about the company car. He told me he would send the company tow truck up to Friendly.
I was to take care of myself and come in that afternoon if I could. As horny as she had been the night before she wanted it more when she got up at 9; we ended up having sex all over the house with her bent over something to accommodate my broken arm. She was bent over the table, the couch, an overstuffed chair, etc. also if I wasn't in her cunt she had me in her mouth. Her attentions had me acting like an 18 year old kid again. My recovery rate this morning was phenomenal.
I went in that afternoon and told the boss all the details of my trip up to the point where the car broke down. He said that even if I did not make any more sales that week I still had sold more than anyone else. He indicated he had been thinking for some time he needed someone over the outside sales force and that I was it.
The promotion carried a nice salary increase plus I was required to stay in the office most of the time. He told me to take a week off and get my arm checked out with my doctor and come back in next week ready to go. All my doctor did was x-ray the arm and change the cast to one of the newer light weight air casts.
During lunch hour Blackie's tried and did attract a lot of white people since the food was excellent. I went there for lunch that week and got to know a couple of the guys including the two I talked to on the balcony at the motel.
I finally admitted to being the husband of the woman they had been screwing for a while. This put them on the immediate defensive but I let them know I wasn't upset with them just her. I wanted to break her bad habits (drugs and extra marital sex) and put the fear of God in her. After a couple of days they agreed to help me out.
I asked if they were there when she had started to come down after a week the first time. She had told me about a big black man that had threatened her with exposure. This man had put the fear of God in her and I wanted to meet him. It turned out to be Blackie the owner in an overcoat, shades and a fedora.
I enlisted his help and he agreed to join in as he did not need any trouble with the law or disgruntled husbands. He indicated he had nearly thrown her out the last time but had reconsidered when he thought about what would happen to her in her condition at some of the other places.
I thanked him for his kindness and set my plan in action. I told him his part; he chuckled, saying he had never played the part of marriage counselor before. I thanked Jim and George for agreeing to help. Thursday night Julie got a call and said she had to leave for a few minutes she would be back as soon as possible. When she returned she was as white as a sheet but after awhile her color returned. She was distracted all night.
The next day Blackie filled me in. She had come in and was directed to Blackie's office where he, Jim, and George met her. They acted like gang bangers with Blackie as the boss. He gave her the pictures I had given him showing her cum covered along with some of his private pictures from the first time. He told her they were all taken this past week and since she wanted to stay in his place all the time when her husband was out of town she could come to work there as a "waitress/whore".
She was to report Saturday night dressed in the same outfit she wore last week without any panties or bra. He gave her 24 hours to decide if she would be there or try to buy her way out. He told her he could make $10,000 on her a week so he wanted 5 weeks worth for his copies of the pictures or he would send them to her husband. He told he would call her at 8:00 the next night.
The next day Julie said she had business downtown. I went around the house disconnecting phones leaving only the one in the living room. The bank called and wanted to know if it was ok for her to close out our joint savings account, I approved it. I wanted her in a position where she would have to come to me and confess. I knew the $50,000 would exhaust all of our resources so I let her take it out. Especially since I would put it back in the bank in a few days after she had confessed her infidelity. I sat back and waited.
At 8:05 Blackie called. The phone was right by my chair so I answered. Blackie told me who it was and said it was time to speak to her. She said she would take it in the kitchen. I told her that the other phones in the house were out and I had already called the telephone company to come out the next day and fix them. She was crestfallen since she now would have to make arrangements in front of me with out letting me know what was going on. She answered the phone and had a very brief conversation with Blackie.
After she hung up I asked who it was, she said it was her mother and she needed to go over there right away. She went upstairs to get dressed and I called Blackie. He quickly filled me in on what he said and she said. I told him to stall her for a minute or two so the "Big Boss" could arrive to survey the goods.
When she arrived Blackie had the back room cleared out and he sent her in there to wait. I arrived 10 minutes later in costume to look like the big boss. I sat in the back of Blackie's office, in the shadows with a few of the pictures in my hand. Blackie, Jim, and George then called her in.
At first she was confident. Blackie transacted his business with her and then turned to me and handed me the bag. He had slipped out $5,000 for his trouble. I looked in the bag and pretended there was only $20,000. I commented that I had thought I would make at least $10,000 per week on her based on the pictures. Her confidence ebbed as she saw the pictures in my hand. I said I would have to have a closer look and feel to better evaluate the product.
She started to shake her head no. I ordered her to strip immediately. She tried to run but saw Jim and George blocking the door. At that point she hung her head and started to take off her clothes. I took a chance and walked over had started feeling her. First her breasts, then her cunt, and finally her ass; at this point I asked for a little lubricant. I had her bend over Blackie's desk and put some on her ass and my cock. I pushed it in without trying to get her warmed up. I wanted her to feel like a common whore.
I fucked her for a few minutes and then stuck it in her cunt for a few minutes and then walked back over to the shadows and had her come over and suck me clean. I told her I thought my original appraisal was right and she could pay me the extra $10,000 or become a whore in my string.
I would be more generous than Blackie I gave her a week, because I was throwing a party downtown for some of the boys and she should make an interesting diversion. I gave her what I described as a costume for the party, a dog collar. I let her know I would call in a week and tell her where to bring the money or the pussy. She now had no way out she had to come to me and talk it over.
I told Blackie to make her take her time getting dressed as I wanted to be at home when she arrived. I reached over and picked up her bra and panties and walked out. I kept my speed at the legal limit getting home and put my car back in the garage with enough time for it to cool down and the engine fan to quit running before she pulled in.
When she came in I asked how her mother was and waited for an answer. She looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't she just said fine and went upstairs. I shut off the TV, turned off the lights and went up to get ready for bed also. The next day she was extremely nervous, jumping every time the phone rang or anyone came to the door. When the mail came I handed her a letter addressed to her on a laser printer. She opened it and put it in her pocket. I asked her about the letter and she said it was from her sister and she would read it later.
Shortly thereafter she went out to run errands. A few hours later the branch bank manger called me and asked if I wanted to take out a second mortgage on the house. I said no, I saw no reason to do that. He told me Julie was there trying to arrange a second mortgage. I asked him to put her on the speaker phone and let me talk to her. I asked why we needed a second mortgage and she said her mother needed an operation that was going to cost $10,000.
I told her to take it out of savings. She had to confess at that point she had already withdrawn all our money from savings. At that point I curtly told her to come home and we would discuss what was going on, I told her I loved her and we could work through it.
When she got home I was in the living room waiting for her. She came in and suggested we talk it over in the dining room. She didn't want to sit down until I insisted. She took my hands and said she was in trouble.
I asked her what kind of trouble. She started telling it all to me. After our daughter left home she felt lonely and unappreciated. I started to interrupt but she asked me to hold off until she finished. She then went on about the exercise program and getting into shape and me working so hard to make a comfortable living for us. Then she went on about how she was introduced to the Blackie's evening crowd and the first time she was screwed for a week.
That week she did not have anything to eat except cum. Then how I complemented her on losing so much weight and she felt she needed to continue until she lost enough weight to be attractive again. She wrapped it up by telling me how she had pulled all our savings from the bank to pay off Blackie's boss off and now the "Big Boss" wanted another $10,000 or her ass, physically. At this point she broke down and started crying. I hushed her up and asked her what she wanted to do?
She apologized and said she wanted to pay him the $10,000 and get her pictures back. Then she wanted to try to put our life and marriage back together again if I could forgive her as she still loved me. I decided to play it cool but give her a bit of hope.
I told her I knew the big boss and I would speak with him. A few days later I came home with the negatives and let her have them. She checked them out and burned them. I told her he still had a copy of the prints but for now she was off the hook; however if she ever strayed again he would use the prints to collect his $10,000 or her ass.
This week I kept putting her off like I was still thinking over whether I would forgive her. That night I did forgive her. To show her how much I wanted our marriage to work I outfitted our garage as a gym with the usual equipment items. Why not I had $45,000 she did not know about. Even after all the equipment I still had $30,000 left.