Karen A Cheating Slut Wife
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Hi, I'm Jim Nettles and this is my story.
I guess if you're happy you ignore what's really going on around you. Then by accident you discover your wife is cheating on you and your world turns to shit. I thought my 18 year old daughter and her friends were sneaking into the basement drinking my homemade beer. Instead the camera I installed in the basement caught my wife's boyfriend fucking her and drinking my beer.
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JT and I are members of a beer club here in Atlanta, and he discovered his wife of 25 years had been cheating on him for over 24 years. He told us his story at one of our beer club meetings. One thing he said I ignored was to take off your 'rose colored glasses' and examine your marriage. Karen and I have three c***dren and have been married almost 28 years. Life was great.
Karen is the only c***d of Ben and Alice Thompson. She came from a life of the rich and famous. Karen may be 49 but she could pass for 35.
I'm not sure if I was raised middle class or not, but I was raised in a loving family. I grew up in a small town outside of Atlanta, I'm the younger of 2 boys. I grew up next door to my grandparents, and my father worked at my grandfather's hardware store. My brother Ken and I worked at the store after school and on weekends. Ken went to Georgia Tech and is an electrical engineer for a paper company in South Carolina. Following my big brother's lead I went to Georgia Tech as a computer science major.
Every small town has a rich k** and Joey was ours. Joey and I've been best friends since we were 3. While I attended Georgia Tech Joey attended Emory. I set Joey up with dates when he visited me and he returned the favor when I visited him. Karen was one of my blind dates at Emory. She was the only blind date Joey set me up with who I called for a second date. As seniors we spent as much time together as our schedules would allow.
One thing I knew: I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman. However, there was one problem I needed to address before asking her to marry me. I was taught by my grandparents and parents to work hard and provide for my family. Karen came from money and never worked a day in her life. My pride wouldn't let me live off her parents. If she agreed to marry me we'd be on our own without assistance from her parents. Thank god she agreed.
When I was old enough to work my dad insisted I save 10% of everything I made for my future. I did use part of my savings to buy Karen an engagement ring.
The day after I asked Karen to marry me we went and told her parents. Karen and her mother were excited and started planning the wedding. Karen's dad and I left them alone. We went into his study and he asked my about my plans after graduation. I told him I'd accepted a job with a large corporation here in Atlanta. He seemed pleased we would be close by and he knew the executives of that corporation. About 2 hours later we said our good-byes and left.
Karen and her mother would have 14 months to plan the wedding, and I'd have a year to concentrate on my career.
Three months after we told Karen's parents our plans, Ben invited me into his study. He told me he liked me and knew Karen loved me but as a father he had to protect his daughter and family. I sat there wondering what in the hell he was talking about. He handed me a document and said it was a prenuptial agreement he wanted me to sign. I could hear my father's voice "never sign anything without reading it, asking questions, seeking advice and thinking it through before signing."
He sat and waited on me to finish reading the agreement. The agreement stated if our marriage failed within the first 5 years I'd receive $100,000 and wouldn't be entitled to any other assets from Karen or her family. Every 10 years the money limits increased and capped at $5 million on our 25th wedding anniversary. I sat there looking at him with my mouth open trying to decide how to respond.
After a few minutes I told him, "Sir, I love your daughter and plan to spend the rest of my life loving her. However the business side of me understands where you're coming from. I'll take this with me and think about it."
He said, "Good. I'll wait on your response."
My father is always the first person I go to for advice. So I went to see him. Dad took his time reading it through twice before saying "Jim, we both know why Ben wants this agreement and the way it's written it only protects his family. My question is what do you want out of this marriage and what do you want to protect from them?" We discussed my goals, feelings, dreams and long-term future with Karen.
Dad said, "I've always operated on the belief if you ask me to give up something then you need to give up something as well. Ben's attorney is looking out for the Thompson's, which he's paid to do. He sees you as a country boy with nothing to lose and a lot to gain. You and I both understand why he wants this agreement. Ben believes you love Karen now, but he's worried about something happening later. If you or I were in his place we'd be doing the same thing."
He paused, then said, "Jim, a marriage fails for several reasons. This prenuptial states any reason. Being together in college is one thing and being a married working couple is something else. Can you and Karen work through the rough spots? You may discover you can't live together, because of your jobs, or your friends, or money, or lack of money, parents or anything else. Do you want Ben's money because your marriage didn't work out? What would end a marriage that would make you want his money?"
God, I'm glad I went and talked with Dad. I called my brother Ken and got his feedback and it basically sounded like I was talking with Dad again. After talking with several other people I trusted, I knew the changes I'd make to the prenuptial and how to discuss them with Ben.
On our next visit to see Karen's parents I asked Ben for a few minutes of his time. He looked at me, saying, "Let's go into my study and give these ladies time to discuss the wedding."
As we entered the study I pulled out the prenuptial agreement Ben had given me. "Sir, I've given this a lot of thought and I'd like to make a few changes." He got ready to say something, paused, then nodded his head telling me to continue.
"I understand and can appreciate your position. I'm marrying your daughter because I love her. So, what I propose is:
1) The first 10 years of the marriage you deposit $100,000 into an investment account. You and I will determine together where the investment of these funds go. We'll meet once a quarter to discuss this. I feel this will give us a chance to bond with each other.
2) If the marriage fails, then you keep the money. Karen and I'll split assets we acquired during our marriage 50/50. This excludes assets we acquire from you or my parents.
3) If this marriage ends in divorce because I committed adultery then you keep the money and Karen gets 100% of the assets we acquired during our marriage, this excludes assets we acquire from you or my parents.
4) If this marriage ends in divorce because Karen commits adultery then I get the money and 100% of the assets we acquire during the marriage. Once again, this excludes assets we acquire from you or my parents.
5) Karen and I will get total control of the investment account on our 43rd wedding anniversary." I paused giving him time to think.
A smile crossed his face he leaned back in his chair and said "Son, your offer is very interesting. It shows you love my daughter. Your offer clearly indicates you're not interested in Karen for her money. Your proposal to jointly manage the investment fund is truly creative. I agree this would give us something to do together plus I stay in control for 43 years. What I don't understand is you not wanting to split anything in case of adultery. I have two questions first why 43 years and please explain the adultery split?"
"The answer to 43 years is easy, Karen and I'll be 65 years old and the money will be used for retirement." He laughed and nodded his head for me to continue. "If the marriage fails because we try but can't work out our differences then everything is even. We gave it all we had to make it work why punish the other person. Now, if either of us commits adultery then that's something we're doing on purpose and a marriage can't survive the betrayal and distrust left in its wake. Marriage is the joining of two to make one. Our mission is to be true to each other for the rest of our lives. If Karen is unhappy with me she can ask for a divorce, then she can see anyone she wants to. I'll be true to Karen and the only way for me to seek revenge is if she commits adultery while married to me. Does this answer your questions?"
"Yes, son, you answered my questions. I'll have a new agreement drawn up for your review. Let's go join the ladies."
A few weeks later we brought Karen in and explained the prenuptial agreement to her. Karen was surprised to find out this had been going on and never considered it a possibility. Karen looked up after reading it and asked "Jim are you ok with this?"
"Yes, Karen."
She took time to reread the agreement. "Jim, why 43 years? And what's this about adultery?" Laughing I responded, "Your father asked me the same thing. In 43 years we'll be 65 years old. Consider it our retirement fund." Karen sat there smiling.
"If we work at making our marriage work and fail, then we divorce and move on knowing we tried. Adultery is done on purpose, going behind someone's back, lying about where you've been and who you were with. I can't conceive anything more devastating or dishonest to a marriage. If I'm not good enough for you or you feel the need for someone else, then ask me for a divorce. I'll not be disrespected nor will I be a cuckold. I love you and I'll be true to you and ask the same from you."
We had a great wedding and a fantastic honeymoon.
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We've been married almost twenty-eight years and have three c***dren.
Dan is our oldest at 26 and was named after my father. He is working for one of Ben's companies where Ben is grooming him to take over the family businesses. He's been accepted in an MBA program starting this fall.
Benny is 25, loves the outdoors and joined my dad after graduating from college. As you can see Benny is named after Karen's dad. My dad's very happy to have someone in the family take over the farm and hardware store. My brother and I left the farm as soon as we could.
Amy, our surprise c***d, turned 18 three months ago and has me wrapped around her little finger. She's the best athlete of our c***dren and has accepted a full scholarship to play soccer at UNC next year.
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After the boys left for college I converted the basement game room into a brew pub. Karen and I like to entertain, and the pub has become very popular with our family and friends.
For a few months I've suspected someone of stealing my beer. No, I don't take inventory—it's just a feeling. While packing a few beers for a beer club meeting I couldn't find any bottles of IPA. Fred Jones was at the meeting that night and I told him I thought my 18 year old daughter was sneaking my beer from my pub.
"Do you let your daughter drink beer?"
"No. I let her have a taste if she wants to."
"What makes you think it's her?"
"The beer seems to disappear when I travel out of town. It can't be Karen. I've never seen her drink a whole glass of my beer; she prefers wine. The boys like my beer. When they visit I send them home each with a case of beer. That leaves Amy and her friends."
"Well, I can install a motion controlled surveillance camera in the pub and you can bust her with the tape."
"What a great idea. Can you install the camera tomorrow morning while Amy is in school?"
"Will 11 am work?"
"Thank you. I'll see you at 11 am tomorrow."
Frank arrived right on time and he had everything installed within 15 minutes. He spent another 20 minutes teaching me how to operate it. "Are you going to tell Karen about the camera?"
"No, she'd probably slip and tell Amy about it."
"So, when's your next trip?"
"I'm going to Cleveland next week. I leave on Wednesday returning on Thursday."
"Have a safe trip and let me know if you get her on tape."
We left the system turned on and went to lunch.
For the next two weeks every time I went into my pub, I drank a beer and checked the tape. The only people caught on tape were the cleaning crew that comes in Tuesday and Friday mornings and me.
I didn't get home from Cleveland until 1am Friday morning due to a two hour flight delay. I spent Friday at the office. Friday night Karen and I had dinner with her parents and then attended a play. Saturday we had a barbeque at our house. Sunday after church we visited my parents. When we got home I went to sleep in my easy chair.
Monday night, when Karen was at a meeting and Amy was at soccer practice, I checked the tape.
Five minutes into watching the tape my world fell apart. I expected to see Amy and her friends. Instead I saw Karen enter my pub holding hands with Jerome. Jerome, his wife Diana and daughter moved into the neighborhood about 8 months ago. Jerome's daughter Nicole and Amy quickly became close friends. I went numb seeing my wife bent over the arm of my favorite chair getting fucked by Jerome. How long I sat there staring at the screen I don't know. It wasn't until I realized I was watching tape from Saturday's barbeque that I snapped out of my daze. Damn I wish I'd installed audio recorders along with the camera. My shock turned into anger then rage. Dad had always stressed working through problems with a clear head instead of letting anger control you. Do your homework, gather your facts, understand your problem then decide how to handle the problem. People make stupid decisions when angry. I needed hard facts.
While the tape was rewinding I took several deep breaths trying to calm down and watch the tape again. It's obvious this wasn't their first time. They fucked in several positions before it ended with Jerome shooting off in Karen's month. After she licked his cock clean she got up and got him a beer. They set there talking while the son of a bitch drank my beer. Before he could finish the beer Karen was on her knees sucking his cock. Once he was hard he fucked her again. While Jerome was getting dressed Karen got him another beer and she dressed while he drank the beer. The son of a bitch fucked my wife, drank my beer and took my bottles.
I stopped the tape and called Frank. He answered on the third ring.
"Frank, its Jim Nettles. Do you have a few minutes?"
"Yes. Did you catch your daughter stealing your beer?"
"No. I caught my wife fucking a neighbor and I need your professional services."
"I'm sorry to hear that. What do you need?"
"Everything! Can we get together sometime tomorrow?"
"Hang on let me get my Daytimer............How about 4 o'clock tomorrow?"
"Great I'll see you then. What do I need to bring?"
"The tape, his name, address, phone number, work address, Karen's schedule and when you'll be out of town again. See you at 4."
Thank goodness Karen wasn't home yet, which gave me time to get control of my emotions. About an hour later Amy came downstairs letting me know she was home. We walked upstairs where she told me about her next soccer game. I assured her I'd be there.
I'm not one to hide from problems, so I decided to stay up and wait on my slut wife to get home. I still wonder if she was at a meeting that night or if she was out getting fucked. Oh well, I thought, Frank will find out.
At 3:55 I walked into Frank's office ready for battle. He told me he was sorry to hear about Karen cheating on me. I said "I've talked with JT and he told me how you and Mike Ford handled his case. You're the expert. What do you recommend?"
"I know about the prenuptial agreement and you have all the evidence you need to prove adultery. What do you want?"
"I know, but I want to know everything about Jerome, his past, his wife, and his family. I want to know when he shits and where. I want him followed 24/7. I want to know what he does, who he sees, how he makes money and what he values most in his life. The son of a bitch will pay for fucking up my life. Not only do I want him followed I want Karen followed 24/7 as well."
"That will take time and manpower to gather all the information you want. I'll get my staff started on this first thing in the morning. I recommend we install cameras and recorders in all rooms of your house as well as Karen's car."
"Good idea. I wish we had audio from last week."
"So when's your next trip?"
"Three weeks from today. I'll be out for four days this time."
"Great. We should have enough information for you by then. Did you bring the tape?"
"Yes. I brought what you asked me to bring."
"When can we get in your house to install the new system?"
"Karen plays bridge on Thursday mornings. How long do you need?"
"We'll need at least two hours."
"Ok. I'll meet you at my house on Thursday at 9:30."
When I left Frank's office I felt better just knowing something was being done. Now all I had to do was wait.
Three weeks later I kissed my wife good-bye (for the last time) and left for Austin, Texas. The past three weeks felt like three years. Mike Ford had all the legal paper work ready and I had it in my briefcase. I would be the one serving Karen with the divorce papers.
I went to JT's instead of going to Austin knowing that my marriage would be over tomorrow. As expected Frank came by with the news I'd been expecting. The son of a bitch came over 45 minutes after I left and they fucked twice in our bed. Karen asked asshole if he could spend tomorrow night with her since Amy was spending the night with a friend tomorrow night.
After many hours of deliberation I finally decided how to handle Karen's exposure. What I really wanted to do was throw them both out of my house buck naked into the street.
The next afternoon I called Karen's father and asked him to meet me at his office. I told him I had a problem, and I needed his guidance and wanted to discuss it in private. He agreed to meet me at 6:30 that evening.
Ben met me at the door with questioning eyes. I've never asked to see him at his office, so he knew something was up.
"Sir, I've always viewed you as another father and I'm glad I've gotten to know you over the past 29 years. Because I respect you and consider you my father I've decided to treat you with the same respect I would my own father in this situation."
"Jim, what are you talking about?"
"Well, sir, tonight I'm serving Karen with divorce papers on grounds of adultery."
"What in heaven's name is going on?"
"I have tapes of Karen and her lover having sex in our bed. In fact your daughter and her boyfriend are currently having sex in our marital bed as we speak."
"This can't be happening. What are you going to do?"
"Well, sir, I've looked at this several ways. What I want to do is go over there, cut his balls off, shove them down his throat and throw them out of my house."
"You can't be serious!"
"Yes, I'd love to do that. If I didn't respect you that's exactly what I'd do. However, I've another option I want to discuss with you."
For the next 45 minutes we discussed my plan and he agreed it was the best way to handle it.
At 9:15 Ben and I met Frank Jones, Brad Williams, Mike Ford and Steve Collins (an Atlanta Police Detective) at my house. I introduced everyone and Frank informed us they were in the master bedroom. We were on the front porch talking when Frank heard in his earpiece they were fucking. I unlocked the front door leading everyone into the living room. Looking at Ben I said "I'm sure you don't want to see your daughter having sex. Why don't you wait downstairs?" Once again I promised him I wouldn't physically hurt Karen.
Brad followed us up the stairs carrying a video camera. We wanted to record them before we entered and we wanted them to know they were being recorded. Our plan was to stand outside the door waiting until Jerome was ready to blow his load then go in.
As we walked down the hall toward the bedroom you could hear the sounds of their love making. Those were the sounds of making love not just having raw sex. Standing in the hall waiting, we heard Karen say, "Oh yea, baby, that feels so good........God I've missed you ......... yes ..... Oh god yes...... oooooooooh my god that's it......don't move.......I love you." Jerome picked up the pace as she continued to moan. We got ready to enter then we heard the slut beg, "Fuck me in my ass. Oh please fuck me in my ass.....I love the way you fuck my ass."
He asked "Whose ass is this?"
Karen purred, "It's your ass and has always been yours. God I wish I'd been able to marry you. I've missed you so much. Please fuck my ass."
When we heard Jerome say, "Get ready—here it comes" we walked in with the video light leading the way. What can I say? It was a Kodak moment and we caught it on tape. Jerome pulled his cock out of Karen's ass and shot cum all over her.
"Jim, oh my god what are you doing here?"
"Why, I'm here to serve you with divorce papers and throw your ass out of my house!"
Jerome started to get up. I looked at him and said "Jerome, it's in your best interest to stay on the bed until I tell you to get up." When he realized there were 4 of us he sat back down.
Karen sat there with the sheet pulled up to her neck and Jerome was trying to cover himself with a pillow.
"Jerome, I'd like to introduce you to these fine people. First, this is Frank Jones an investigator. Standing beside him is Mike Ford my divorce attorney, and next meet Steve Collins, an Atlanta Police Detective. Brad is operating the camera. "I'd like nothing more than to throw you both out of my house buck ass naked, but I have other plans for you. In case you're wondering the entire house is recording everything and has been for the past 3 weeks."
Pausing, I continued, "Karen, I know Jerome is an old boyfriend of yours and over the past 3 weeks I've learned you wanted to marry him instead of me. Everyone in this room knows you married me because your parents wouldn't have approved of this asshole. You and I both know you married me so you could give your parents grandc***dren so there would be an heir. Good news they have 3 heirs so your family line is secure for another generation."
"Jim. Please....I..."
"Shut up! I don't care what you have to say. Not now and not in the future. There is absolutely nothing you can say that changes the fact you're in our bed being ass fucked by another man. You can't expect me to believe this is a mistake. I have you on tape inviting this asshole to spend the night with you after he fucked you twice in our bed yesterday two hours after I left town. Save your breath. I don't believe a fucking thing you say."
Looking at Jerome, I said, "I must say you are truly a player. For the past three weeks your ass has been under surveillance not to mention finding out every piece of information we could dig up on your sorry ass. Frank's team put together a very detailed report on your activities."
Turning to Frank I asked him to play the DVD for Jerome and Karen.
"Karen, pay close attention. I want you to see your lover for who and what he is."
The video showed scenes of Jerome fucking Karen and separate scenes of him fucking two other women. But the best part was a scene of Jerome and his buddies at a restaurant last week. They were sitting around a table shooting the shit when someone asked "Jerome, do you still play with married white women?"
"Hell yes, I can't get enough married white pussy. There's nothing better than fucking them in their husbands' bed. What better way to get back at the white man?"
"Have you hooked up with anyone since you moved back to Atlanta?"
"Oh hell yea, I've got three married white sluts I'm fucking now. In fact you know one of them. Do you remember Karen Thompson from college?"
"Yes. Wasn't she the bitch that came to our apartment on her wedding day for you to fuck?"
"Yes, that's her. I've been fucking her sorry white ass for 5 months. Can you believe it.......she's my neighbor?"
"If I remember correctly she told you she wanted one last fuck before her wedding because she was going to be faithful to her husband."
"That's correct. Up until 5 months ago she kept her word. Now she's telling me she wished she'd married me instead. Can you believe the bitch actually believes I would have married her white ass?"
By this time Jerome was yelling at me and Karen was curled up in the fetal position sobbing.
Frank and Steve moved over beside Jerome and told him to shut up. He finally shut up when they snatched his naked ass out of the bed.
"Jerome we're almost through here. Just settle down and listen. We're not going to hurt you unless we have to. Trust me, all four us would like nothing better than beat the shit out of you. But you know what? Your brothers-in-law have other plans for you. Your wife and her brothers were not happy when we shared our information with them. Why don't you get dressed? Your ride should be here by now. Before you go, you need to know I've given copies to the husbands of the two women you've been fucking as well as your wife."
"You did what? I'll kill you, mother fucker!"
"You just threatened me in front of my attorney and a police detective—not to mention your threat has been recorded on tape."
Mike handed me a stack of paper which I in turn handed them to Jerome. "Ok, asshole, these are divorce papers your wife asked me to give you. Before I forget, she asked me to tell you to go to hell and don't come home. Can you believe it? Her brothers actually volunteered to pick up your sorry ass tonight and they're downstairs waiting on you. I must tell you they aren't happy waiting on us to finish our little talk. Now it's time for you to leave. I hope you enjoy your ride home. Steve will escort you downstairs."
"Hey Jim, don't forget to tell dickhead about all the help her brothers were in helping us gather information about him."
"Thanks for reminding me. Yes, dickhead, the documentation we gave your wife goes back at least 15 years. Frank, with the help of her brothers, has documented 12 cases of adultery. You should hurry. They are downstairs waiting on you."
Steve grabbed Jerome by the arm and escorted him out the door. I then turned to look at my lying cheating slut wife.
"So, slut, how does it feel knowing the love of your life was playing you for a fucking fool? How does it feel knowing you were played and not loved? How does it feel to find out you were just another slut to Jerome? How does it feel to know you were his slut 30 years ago? How does it feel to know he didn't love you? How does it feel knowing you were not the only dumb ass white slut he was fucking? How does it feel knowing you're his slut today? How does it feel knowing you've destroyed our family? How does it feel, bitch?"
I paused, letting my words sink in and taking a moment to collect me thoughts.
"You are one dumb ass bitch. I told you thirty years ago the worst thing you could do to our marriage was to cheat on me. It's bad enough to destroy our marriage but to destroy our family for a piece of shit like Jerome is inexcusable. From today forward you've ruined every holiday, every birthday, every graduation, every wedding, and every special family event from now on. You've lost the respect of your c***dren, your parents, my parents, and our friends because you're a slut. Just the sight of you makes me sick. I can't believe I've wasted 30 years of my life loving a piece of shit like you. As far as I'm concerned you're dead."
She just lay on the bed crying with her head under the covers.
"You're not worth wasting any more time on. Get your cheating ass up and get dressed your father is waiting on you downstairs. He's agreed to take you home and I can tell you he's not looking forward to telling Alice you're a slut. I don't have anything else I care to say to you. You have 5 minutes to get dressed in the clothes you had on when you let your 'true love' in tonight."
"Jim I can't let my father see me dressed like that."
"That's your only choice unless you want me to drag your ass downstairs naked. Don't worry, your father knows you're a slut. Now get your sorry ass up and get dressed you have 4 minutes left."
"Please, Jim, I'm begging you. Let me wear something else."
"No. The clock is ticking. Get a move on...slut!"
"I can't get dressed with everyone watching. Please Jim."
"You dumb slut these men have seen video of your naked ass fucking your 'true love'. Get dressed....NOW!"
To say Karen was dressed like a slut is an understatement. She was wearing a see-through blouse, a very short leather skirt, four-inch heels and no underwear when I escorted her downstairs. Ben looked at her, then turned and said, "Oh my god! Jim I can't take her home like this her mother will have a stroke and I'm not sure I'm able to drive us after seeing her like this." Karen stood there looking at her feet as her whole body shook waiting on my response.
Talk about a tough situation. On one hand I wanted the slut to leave dressed like the slut she is and on the other hand I want to show my respect for Ben and Alice. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the grandfather clock while everyone waited on my answer.
"Ben I understand your problem. Steve, will you drive them home in Ben's car if I follow you?"
"No problem."
"Karen, because I love and respect your parents, I'll give you 10 minutes to go upstairs and change. The clock starts now."
She ran upstairs with a "thank you." When she returned, she was dressed like a soccer mom. I walked over to her and removed her engagement and wedding rings, telling her she didn't deserve them. When she went for her purse, I told her to leave it—she would leave with only the clothes she had on.
Ben walked over shook my hand and said, "Thank you for letting her change. I'll take it from here."
The hardest task I've ever had to do was telling the c***dren about their mother's affair. Seeing the pain in their eyes, answering their questions and watching them deal with the destruction the affair caused was painful. When Karen cheated on me she also cheated our c***dren out of a family. My parents' reaction was a mirror image of my c***dren.
Epilogue
Amy turned down her soccer scholarship from North Carolina and joined the Emory soccer team so she'd be close to her Daddy. Our compromise was she could attend Emory but she had to live on campus with her teammates. She helped me remodel the master bedroom and buy new furniture for my pub. When she's not home I sleep in the guest room.
Dan and Benny stop by and check on me more often than before. One of the things I enjoy the most is they take turns going with me to my beer club meetings. Benny has taken on the challenge of growing some hops for the beer club. We're going to have a contest to see who brews the best beer using Benny's hops. I know Amy keeps tabs on me and makes sure her brothers stay in contact with me.
Based on advice from the attorneys Karen and I settled for a no-fault divorce. Ben agreed I had proof of Karen's adultery and didn't need to seek a divorce charging her with adultery to get control of the investment fund as per the prenuptial agreement. Ben, Alice and Karen were spared the embarrassment of a public trial. I did allow Ben and Alice to go through Karen's things and take her personal property.
Two months later I got a phone call from Karen's Dad wanting me to meet him at his office. He and I talk often on the phone, so I was surprised when he requested a formal meeting.
For the past 25 years Ben has been after me to join him in the family business. I've always refused saying I'd earn my own way and would never be accused of riding his coattails. He surprised me by starting down the path of me joining him. I raised my hand and told him to stop right there. I was not joining his company.
"Jim, I understand and respect the reason you never accepted my offer in the past, but this time it's different. I'm almost 76 years old and Dan is at least 15 years away from being able to take over. I've always believed if something happened to me you would step in and take over. This episode with Karen almost destroyed Alice and she needs me. Alice is so embarrassed she can't see her friends. All she does is stay in the house. Her counselor recommends taking her away for awhile. Jim, I need you to replace me and groom Dan for the future."
"Ben, I'm so sorry to hear about Alice. Please give her my love. Sir, I'm not prepared to give you an answer tonight. Give me a few days to think about this."
"Don't take too long I need to get Alice and Karen out of Atlanta as soon as possible. When can you give me an answer?"
"I'll meet you here in three days with my answer."
"Great. Tell your parents I said hello."
"What?"
"I know you always talk with your father before you make a decision like this. See you in three days."
Three days later I told Ben I'd accept his offer. Dan's excited about his role as caretaker of the family business and Ben is correct—he is years away from taking over. Once a month, Ben and I meet with Dan, Benny and Amy to discuss family business. This way Ben knows what's going on and Dan has a support structure he can turn to for advice, just like I turn to my dad and brother.
Karen moved to Florida with her parents and stays in contact with the c***dren. Dan and Benny travel to Florida to see Karen several times a year and Amy stays with her a couple weeks each summer. Karen attends several of Amy's soccer games and she stays away from me. Alice is making progress but will never move back to Atlanta.
I'm not sure what happened to Jerome. His wife divorced him and last I heard he moved somewhere out west. He was named in at least 8 divorce cases and is flat ass broke. Jerome not only destroyed his life, he destroyed a lot of marriages. I guess I shouldn't blame everything on the son of a bitch, all of those women choose to cheat on their husbands. They were not ****d, they were not d**gged, they were not drunk. They planned their fuck sessions in advance, and they are just as guilty as Jerome.
Hopefully I'll find someone to love in the future. I miss being married and having someone to hold, someone to talk with, and someone to share my love with. Until that happens I'll get up each morning, thank god for my c***dren and live my life looking forward instead of looking back.
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Thank you for taking your time to read my story.
I guess if you're happy you ignore what's really going on around you. Then by accident you discover your wife is cheating on you and your world turns to shit. I thought my 18 year old daughter and her friends were sneaking into the basement drinking my homemade beer. Instead the camera I installed in the basement caught my wife's boyfriend fucking her and drinking my beer.
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JT and I are members of a beer club here in Atlanta, and he discovered his wife of 25 years had been cheating on him for over 24 years. He told us his story at one of our beer club meetings. One thing he said I ignored was to take off your 'rose colored glasses' and examine your marriage. Karen and I have three c***dren and have been married almost 28 years. Life was great.
Karen is the only c***d of Ben and Alice Thompson. She came from a life of the rich and famous. Karen may be 49 but she could pass for 35.
I'm not sure if I was raised middle class or not, but I was raised in a loving family. I grew up in a small town outside of Atlanta, I'm the younger of 2 boys. I grew up next door to my grandparents, and my father worked at my grandfather's hardware store. My brother Ken and I worked at the store after school and on weekends. Ken went to Georgia Tech and is an electrical engineer for a paper company in South Carolina. Following my big brother's lead I went to Georgia Tech as a computer science major.
Every small town has a rich k** and Joey was ours. Joey and I've been best friends since we were 3. While I attended Georgia Tech Joey attended Emory. I set Joey up with dates when he visited me and he returned the favor when I visited him. Karen was one of my blind dates at Emory. She was the only blind date Joey set me up with who I called for a second date. As seniors we spent as much time together as our schedules would allow.
One thing I knew: I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman. However, there was one problem I needed to address before asking her to marry me. I was taught by my grandparents and parents to work hard and provide for my family. Karen came from money and never worked a day in her life. My pride wouldn't let me live off her parents. If she agreed to marry me we'd be on our own without assistance from her parents. Thank god she agreed.
When I was old enough to work my dad insisted I save 10% of everything I made for my future. I did use part of my savings to buy Karen an engagement ring.
The day after I asked Karen to marry me we went and told her parents. Karen and her mother were excited and started planning the wedding. Karen's dad and I left them alone. We went into his study and he asked my about my plans after graduation. I told him I'd accepted a job with a large corporation here in Atlanta. He seemed pleased we would be close by and he knew the executives of that corporation. About 2 hours later we said our good-byes and left.
Karen and her mother would have 14 months to plan the wedding, and I'd have a year to concentrate on my career.
Three months after we told Karen's parents our plans, Ben invited me into his study. He told me he liked me and knew Karen loved me but as a father he had to protect his daughter and family. I sat there wondering what in the hell he was talking about. He handed me a document and said it was a prenuptial agreement he wanted me to sign. I could hear my father's voice "never sign anything without reading it, asking questions, seeking advice and thinking it through before signing."
He sat and waited on me to finish reading the agreement. The agreement stated if our marriage failed within the first 5 years I'd receive $100,000 and wouldn't be entitled to any other assets from Karen or her family. Every 10 years the money limits increased and capped at $5 million on our 25th wedding anniversary. I sat there looking at him with my mouth open trying to decide how to respond.
After a few minutes I told him, "Sir, I love your daughter and plan to spend the rest of my life loving her. However the business side of me understands where you're coming from. I'll take this with me and think about it."
He said, "Good. I'll wait on your response."
My father is always the first person I go to for advice. So I went to see him. Dad took his time reading it through twice before saying "Jim, we both know why Ben wants this agreement and the way it's written it only protects his family. My question is what do you want out of this marriage and what do you want to protect from them?" We discussed my goals, feelings, dreams and long-term future with Karen.
Dad said, "I've always operated on the belief if you ask me to give up something then you need to give up something as well. Ben's attorney is looking out for the Thompson's, which he's paid to do. He sees you as a country boy with nothing to lose and a lot to gain. You and I both understand why he wants this agreement. Ben believes you love Karen now, but he's worried about something happening later. If you or I were in his place we'd be doing the same thing."
He paused, then said, "Jim, a marriage fails for several reasons. This prenuptial states any reason. Being together in college is one thing and being a married working couple is something else. Can you and Karen work through the rough spots? You may discover you can't live together, because of your jobs, or your friends, or money, or lack of money, parents or anything else. Do you want Ben's money because your marriage didn't work out? What would end a marriage that would make you want his money?"
God, I'm glad I went and talked with Dad. I called my brother Ken and got his feedback and it basically sounded like I was talking with Dad again. After talking with several other people I trusted, I knew the changes I'd make to the prenuptial and how to discuss them with Ben.
On our next visit to see Karen's parents I asked Ben for a few minutes of his time. He looked at me, saying, "Let's go into my study and give these ladies time to discuss the wedding."
As we entered the study I pulled out the prenuptial agreement Ben had given me. "Sir, I've given this a lot of thought and I'd like to make a few changes." He got ready to say something, paused, then nodded his head telling me to continue.
"I understand and can appreciate your position. I'm marrying your daughter because I love her. So, what I propose is:
1) The first 10 years of the marriage you deposit $100,000 into an investment account. You and I will determine together where the investment of these funds go. We'll meet once a quarter to discuss this. I feel this will give us a chance to bond with each other.
2) If the marriage fails, then you keep the money. Karen and I'll split assets we acquired during our marriage 50/50. This excludes assets we acquire from you or my parents.
3) If this marriage ends in divorce because I committed adultery then you keep the money and Karen gets 100% of the assets we acquired during our marriage, this excludes assets we acquire from you or my parents.
4) If this marriage ends in divorce because Karen commits adultery then I get the money and 100% of the assets we acquire during the marriage. Once again, this excludes assets we acquire from you or my parents.
5) Karen and I will get total control of the investment account on our 43rd wedding anniversary." I paused giving him time to think.
A smile crossed his face he leaned back in his chair and said "Son, your offer is very interesting. It shows you love my daughter. Your offer clearly indicates you're not interested in Karen for her money. Your proposal to jointly manage the investment fund is truly creative. I agree this would give us something to do together plus I stay in control for 43 years. What I don't understand is you not wanting to split anything in case of adultery. I have two questions first why 43 years and please explain the adultery split?"
"The answer to 43 years is easy, Karen and I'll be 65 years old and the money will be used for retirement." He laughed and nodded his head for me to continue. "If the marriage fails because we try but can't work out our differences then everything is even. We gave it all we had to make it work why punish the other person. Now, if either of us commits adultery then that's something we're doing on purpose and a marriage can't survive the betrayal and distrust left in its wake. Marriage is the joining of two to make one. Our mission is to be true to each other for the rest of our lives. If Karen is unhappy with me she can ask for a divorce, then she can see anyone she wants to. I'll be true to Karen and the only way for me to seek revenge is if she commits adultery while married to me. Does this answer your questions?"
"Yes, son, you answered my questions. I'll have a new agreement drawn up for your review. Let's go join the ladies."
A few weeks later we brought Karen in and explained the prenuptial agreement to her. Karen was surprised to find out this had been going on and never considered it a possibility. Karen looked up after reading it and asked "Jim are you ok with this?"
"Yes, Karen."
She took time to reread the agreement. "Jim, why 43 years? And what's this about adultery?" Laughing I responded, "Your father asked me the same thing. In 43 years we'll be 65 years old. Consider it our retirement fund." Karen sat there smiling.
"If we work at making our marriage work and fail, then we divorce and move on knowing we tried. Adultery is done on purpose, going behind someone's back, lying about where you've been and who you were with. I can't conceive anything more devastating or dishonest to a marriage. If I'm not good enough for you or you feel the need for someone else, then ask me for a divorce. I'll not be disrespected nor will I be a cuckold. I love you and I'll be true to you and ask the same from you."
We had a great wedding and a fantastic honeymoon.
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We've been married almost twenty-eight years and have three c***dren.
Dan is our oldest at 26 and was named after my father. He is working for one of Ben's companies where Ben is grooming him to take over the family businesses. He's been accepted in an MBA program starting this fall.
Benny is 25, loves the outdoors and joined my dad after graduating from college. As you can see Benny is named after Karen's dad. My dad's very happy to have someone in the family take over the farm and hardware store. My brother and I left the farm as soon as we could.
Amy, our surprise c***d, turned 18 three months ago and has me wrapped around her little finger. She's the best athlete of our c***dren and has accepted a full scholarship to play soccer at UNC next year.
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After the boys left for college I converted the basement game room into a brew pub. Karen and I like to entertain, and the pub has become very popular with our family and friends.
For a few months I've suspected someone of stealing my beer. No, I don't take inventory—it's just a feeling. While packing a few beers for a beer club meeting I couldn't find any bottles of IPA. Fred Jones was at the meeting that night and I told him I thought my 18 year old daughter was sneaking my beer from my pub.
"Do you let your daughter drink beer?"
"No. I let her have a taste if she wants to."
"What makes you think it's her?"
"The beer seems to disappear when I travel out of town. It can't be Karen. I've never seen her drink a whole glass of my beer; she prefers wine. The boys like my beer. When they visit I send them home each with a case of beer. That leaves Amy and her friends."
"Well, I can install a motion controlled surveillance camera in the pub and you can bust her with the tape."
"What a great idea. Can you install the camera tomorrow morning while Amy is in school?"
"Will 11 am work?"
"Thank you. I'll see you at 11 am tomorrow."
Frank arrived right on time and he had everything installed within 15 minutes. He spent another 20 minutes teaching me how to operate it. "Are you going to tell Karen about the camera?"
"No, she'd probably slip and tell Amy about it."
"So, when's your next trip?"
"I'm going to Cleveland next week. I leave on Wednesday returning on Thursday."
"Have a safe trip and let me know if you get her on tape."
We left the system turned on and went to lunch.
For the next two weeks every time I went into my pub, I drank a beer and checked the tape. The only people caught on tape were the cleaning crew that comes in Tuesday and Friday mornings and me.
I didn't get home from Cleveland until 1am Friday morning due to a two hour flight delay. I spent Friday at the office. Friday night Karen and I had dinner with her parents and then attended a play. Saturday we had a barbeque at our house. Sunday after church we visited my parents. When we got home I went to sleep in my easy chair.
Monday night, when Karen was at a meeting and Amy was at soccer practice, I checked the tape.
Five minutes into watching the tape my world fell apart. I expected to see Amy and her friends. Instead I saw Karen enter my pub holding hands with Jerome. Jerome, his wife Diana and daughter moved into the neighborhood about 8 months ago. Jerome's daughter Nicole and Amy quickly became close friends. I went numb seeing my wife bent over the arm of my favorite chair getting fucked by Jerome. How long I sat there staring at the screen I don't know. It wasn't until I realized I was watching tape from Saturday's barbeque that I snapped out of my daze. Damn I wish I'd installed audio recorders along with the camera. My shock turned into anger then rage. Dad had always stressed working through problems with a clear head instead of letting anger control you. Do your homework, gather your facts, understand your problem then decide how to handle the problem. People make stupid decisions when angry. I needed hard facts.
While the tape was rewinding I took several deep breaths trying to calm down and watch the tape again. It's obvious this wasn't their first time. They fucked in several positions before it ended with Jerome shooting off in Karen's month. After she licked his cock clean she got up and got him a beer. They set there talking while the son of a bitch drank my beer. Before he could finish the beer Karen was on her knees sucking his cock. Once he was hard he fucked her again. While Jerome was getting dressed Karen got him another beer and she dressed while he drank the beer. The son of a bitch fucked my wife, drank my beer and took my bottles.
I stopped the tape and called Frank. He answered on the third ring.
"Frank, its Jim Nettles. Do you have a few minutes?"
"Yes. Did you catch your daughter stealing your beer?"
"No. I caught my wife fucking a neighbor and I need your professional services."
"I'm sorry to hear that. What do you need?"
"Everything! Can we get together sometime tomorrow?"
"Hang on let me get my Daytimer............How about 4 o'clock tomorrow?"
"Great I'll see you then. What do I need to bring?"
"The tape, his name, address, phone number, work address, Karen's schedule and when you'll be out of town again. See you at 4."
Thank goodness Karen wasn't home yet, which gave me time to get control of my emotions. About an hour later Amy came downstairs letting me know she was home. We walked upstairs where she told me about her next soccer game. I assured her I'd be there.
I'm not one to hide from problems, so I decided to stay up and wait on my slut wife to get home. I still wonder if she was at a meeting that night or if she was out getting fucked. Oh well, I thought, Frank will find out.
At 3:55 I walked into Frank's office ready for battle. He told me he was sorry to hear about Karen cheating on me. I said "I've talked with JT and he told me how you and Mike Ford handled his case. You're the expert. What do you recommend?"
"I know about the prenuptial agreement and you have all the evidence you need to prove adultery. What do you want?"
"I know, but I want to know everything about Jerome, his past, his wife, and his family. I want to know when he shits and where. I want him followed 24/7. I want to know what he does, who he sees, how he makes money and what he values most in his life. The son of a bitch will pay for fucking up my life. Not only do I want him followed I want Karen followed 24/7 as well."
"That will take time and manpower to gather all the information you want. I'll get my staff started on this first thing in the morning. I recommend we install cameras and recorders in all rooms of your house as well as Karen's car."
"Good idea. I wish we had audio from last week."
"So when's your next trip?"
"Three weeks from today. I'll be out for four days this time."
"Great. We should have enough information for you by then. Did you bring the tape?"
"Yes. I brought what you asked me to bring."
"When can we get in your house to install the new system?"
"Karen plays bridge on Thursday mornings. How long do you need?"
"We'll need at least two hours."
"Ok. I'll meet you at my house on Thursday at 9:30."
When I left Frank's office I felt better just knowing something was being done. Now all I had to do was wait.
Three weeks later I kissed my wife good-bye (for the last time) and left for Austin, Texas. The past three weeks felt like three years. Mike Ford had all the legal paper work ready and I had it in my briefcase. I would be the one serving Karen with the divorce papers.
I went to JT's instead of going to Austin knowing that my marriage would be over tomorrow. As expected Frank came by with the news I'd been expecting. The son of a bitch came over 45 minutes after I left and they fucked twice in our bed. Karen asked asshole if he could spend tomorrow night with her since Amy was spending the night with a friend tomorrow night.
After many hours of deliberation I finally decided how to handle Karen's exposure. What I really wanted to do was throw them both out of my house buck naked into the street.
The next afternoon I called Karen's father and asked him to meet me at his office. I told him I had a problem, and I needed his guidance and wanted to discuss it in private. He agreed to meet me at 6:30 that evening.
Ben met me at the door with questioning eyes. I've never asked to see him at his office, so he knew something was up.
"Sir, I've always viewed you as another father and I'm glad I've gotten to know you over the past 29 years. Because I respect you and consider you my father I've decided to treat you with the same respect I would my own father in this situation."
"Jim, what are you talking about?"
"Well, sir, tonight I'm serving Karen with divorce papers on grounds of adultery."
"What in heaven's name is going on?"
"I have tapes of Karen and her lover having sex in our bed. In fact your daughter and her boyfriend are currently having sex in our marital bed as we speak."
"This can't be happening. What are you going to do?"
"Well, sir, I've looked at this several ways. What I want to do is go over there, cut his balls off, shove them down his throat and throw them out of my house."
"You can't be serious!"
"Yes, I'd love to do that. If I didn't respect you that's exactly what I'd do. However, I've another option I want to discuss with you."
For the next 45 minutes we discussed my plan and he agreed it was the best way to handle it.
At 9:15 Ben and I met Frank Jones, Brad Williams, Mike Ford and Steve Collins (an Atlanta Police Detective) at my house. I introduced everyone and Frank informed us they were in the master bedroom. We were on the front porch talking when Frank heard in his earpiece they were fucking. I unlocked the front door leading everyone into the living room. Looking at Ben I said "I'm sure you don't want to see your daughter having sex. Why don't you wait downstairs?" Once again I promised him I wouldn't physically hurt Karen.
Brad followed us up the stairs carrying a video camera. We wanted to record them before we entered and we wanted them to know they were being recorded. Our plan was to stand outside the door waiting until Jerome was ready to blow his load then go in.
As we walked down the hall toward the bedroom you could hear the sounds of their love making. Those were the sounds of making love not just having raw sex. Standing in the hall waiting, we heard Karen say, "Oh yea, baby, that feels so good........God I've missed you ......... yes ..... Oh god yes...... oooooooooh my god that's it......don't move.......I love you." Jerome picked up the pace as she continued to moan. We got ready to enter then we heard the slut beg, "Fuck me in my ass. Oh please fuck me in my ass.....I love the way you fuck my ass."
He asked "Whose ass is this?"
Karen purred, "It's your ass and has always been yours. God I wish I'd been able to marry you. I've missed you so much. Please fuck my ass."
When we heard Jerome say, "Get ready—here it comes" we walked in with the video light leading the way. What can I say? It was a Kodak moment and we caught it on tape. Jerome pulled his cock out of Karen's ass and shot cum all over her.
"Jim, oh my god what are you doing here?"
"Why, I'm here to serve you with divorce papers and throw your ass out of my house!"
Jerome started to get up. I looked at him and said "Jerome, it's in your best interest to stay on the bed until I tell you to get up." When he realized there were 4 of us he sat back down.
Karen sat there with the sheet pulled up to her neck and Jerome was trying to cover himself with a pillow.
"Jerome, I'd like to introduce you to these fine people. First, this is Frank Jones an investigator. Standing beside him is Mike Ford my divorce attorney, and next meet Steve Collins, an Atlanta Police Detective. Brad is operating the camera. "I'd like nothing more than to throw you both out of my house buck ass naked, but I have other plans for you. In case you're wondering the entire house is recording everything and has been for the past 3 weeks."
Pausing, I continued, "Karen, I know Jerome is an old boyfriend of yours and over the past 3 weeks I've learned you wanted to marry him instead of me. Everyone in this room knows you married me because your parents wouldn't have approved of this asshole. You and I both know you married me so you could give your parents grandc***dren so there would be an heir. Good news they have 3 heirs so your family line is secure for another generation."
"Jim. Please....I..."
"Shut up! I don't care what you have to say. Not now and not in the future. There is absolutely nothing you can say that changes the fact you're in our bed being ass fucked by another man. You can't expect me to believe this is a mistake. I have you on tape inviting this asshole to spend the night with you after he fucked you twice in our bed yesterday two hours after I left town. Save your breath. I don't believe a fucking thing you say."
Looking at Jerome, I said, "I must say you are truly a player. For the past three weeks your ass has been under surveillance not to mention finding out every piece of information we could dig up on your sorry ass. Frank's team put together a very detailed report on your activities."
Turning to Frank I asked him to play the DVD for Jerome and Karen.
"Karen, pay close attention. I want you to see your lover for who and what he is."
The video showed scenes of Jerome fucking Karen and separate scenes of him fucking two other women. But the best part was a scene of Jerome and his buddies at a restaurant last week. They were sitting around a table shooting the shit when someone asked "Jerome, do you still play with married white women?"
"Hell yes, I can't get enough married white pussy. There's nothing better than fucking them in their husbands' bed. What better way to get back at the white man?"
"Have you hooked up with anyone since you moved back to Atlanta?"
"Oh hell yea, I've got three married white sluts I'm fucking now. In fact you know one of them. Do you remember Karen Thompson from college?"
"Yes. Wasn't she the bitch that came to our apartment on her wedding day for you to fuck?"
"Yes, that's her. I've been fucking her sorry white ass for 5 months. Can you believe it.......she's my neighbor?"
"If I remember correctly she told you she wanted one last fuck before her wedding because she was going to be faithful to her husband."
"That's correct. Up until 5 months ago she kept her word. Now she's telling me she wished she'd married me instead. Can you believe the bitch actually believes I would have married her white ass?"
By this time Jerome was yelling at me and Karen was curled up in the fetal position sobbing.
Frank and Steve moved over beside Jerome and told him to shut up. He finally shut up when they snatched his naked ass out of the bed.
"Jerome we're almost through here. Just settle down and listen. We're not going to hurt you unless we have to. Trust me, all four us would like nothing better than beat the shit out of you. But you know what? Your brothers-in-law have other plans for you. Your wife and her brothers were not happy when we shared our information with them. Why don't you get dressed? Your ride should be here by now. Before you go, you need to know I've given copies to the husbands of the two women you've been fucking as well as your wife."
"You did what? I'll kill you, mother fucker!"
"You just threatened me in front of my attorney and a police detective—not to mention your threat has been recorded on tape."
Mike handed me a stack of paper which I in turn handed them to Jerome. "Ok, asshole, these are divorce papers your wife asked me to give you. Before I forget, she asked me to tell you to go to hell and don't come home. Can you believe it? Her brothers actually volunteered to pick up your sorry ass tonight and they're downstairs waiting on you. I must tell you they aren't happy waiting on us to finish our little talk. Now it's time for you to leave. I hope you enjoy your ride home. Steve will escort you downstairs."
"Hey Jim, don't forget to tell dickhead about all the help her brothers were in helping us gather information about him."
"Thanks for reminding me. Yes, dickhead, the documentation we gave your wife goes back at least 15 years. Frank, with the help of her brothers, has documented 12 cases of adultery. You should hurry. They are downstairs waiting on you."
Steve grabbed Jerome by the arm and escorted him out the door. I then turned to look at my lying cheating slut wife.
"So, slut, how does it feel knowing the love of your life was playing you for a fucking fool? How does it feel knowing you were played and not loved? How does it feel to find out you were just another slut to Jerome? How does it feel to know you were his slut 30 years ago? How does it feel to know he didn't love you? How does it feel knowing you were not the only dumb ass white slut he was fucking? How does it feel knowing you're his slut today? How does it feel knowing you've destroyed our family? How does it feel, bitch?"
I paused, letting my words sink in and taking a moment to collect me thoughts.
"You are one dumb ass bitch. I told you thirty years ago the worst thing you could do to our marriage was to cheat on me. It's bad enough to destroy our marriage but to destroy our family for a piece of shit like Jerome is inexcusable. From today forward you've ruined every holiday, every birthday, every graduation, every wedding, and every special family event from now on. You've lost the respect of your c***dren, your parents, my parents, and our friends because you're a slut. Just the sight of you makes me sick. I can't believe I've wasted 30 years of my life loving a piece of shit like you. As far as I'm concerned you're dead."
She just lay on the bed crying with her head under the covers.
"You're not worth wasting any more time on. Get your cheating ass up and get dressed your father is waiting on you downstairs. He's agreed to take you home and I can tell you he's not looking forward to telling Alice you're a slut. I don't have anything else I care to say to you. You have 5 minutes to get dressed in the clothes you had on when you let your 'true love' in tonight."
"Jim I can't let my father see me dressed like that."
"That's your only choice unless you want me to drag your ass downstairs naked. Don't worry, your father knows you're a slut. Now get your sorry ass up and get dressed you have 4 minutes left."
"Please, Jim, I'm begging you. Let me wear something else."
"No. The clock is ticking. Get a move on...slut!"
"I can't get dressed with everyone watching. Please Jim."
"You dumb slut these men have seen video of your naked ass fucking your 'true love'. Get dressed....NOW!"
To say Karen was dressed like a slut is an understatement. She was wearing a see-through blouse, a very short leather skirt, four-inch heels and no underwear when I escorted her downstairs. Ben looked at her, then turned and said, "Oh my god! Jim I can't take her home like this her mother will have a stroke and I'm not sure I'm able to drive us after seeing her like this." Karen stood there looking at her feet as her whole body shook waiting on my response.
Talk about a tough situation. On one hand I wanted the slut to leave dressed like the slut she is and on the other hand I want to show my respect for Ben and Alice. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the grandfather clock while everyone waited on my answer.
"Ben I understand your problem. Steve, will you drive them home in Ben's car if I follow you?"
"No problem."
"Karen, because I love and respect your parents, I'll give you 10 minutes to go upstairs and change. The clock starts now."
She ran upstairs with a "thank you." When she returned, she was dressed like a soccer mom. I walked over to her and removed her engagement and wedding rings, telling her she didn't deserve them. When she went for her purse, I told her to leave it—she would leave with only the clothes she had on.
Ben walked over shook my hand and said, "Thank you for letting her change. I'll take it from here."
The hardest task I've ever had to do was telling the c***dren about their mother's affair. Seeing the pain in their eyes, answering their questions and watching them deal with the destruction the affair caused was painful. When Karen cheated on me she also cheated our c***dren out of a family. My parents' reaction was a mirror image of my c***dren.
Epilogue
Amy turned down her soccer scholarship from North Carolina and joined the Emory soccer team so she'd be close to her Daddy. Our compromise was she could attend Emory but she had to live on campus with her teammates. She helped me remodel the master bedroom and buy new furniture for my pub. When she's not home I sleep in the guest room.
Dan and Benny stop by and check on me more often than before. One of the things I enjoy the most is they take turns going with me to my beer club meetings. Benny has taken on the challenge of growing some hops for the beer club. We're going to have a contest to see who brews the best beer using Benny's hops. I know Amy keeps tabs on me and makes sure her brothers stay in contact with me.
Based on advice from the attorneys Karen and I settled for a no-fault divorce. Ben agreed I had proof of Karen's adultery and didn't need to seek a divorce charging her with adultery to get control of the investment fund as per the prenuptial agreement. Ben, Alice and Karen were spared the embarrassment of a public trial. I did allow Ben and Alice to go through Karen's things and take her personal property.
Two months later I got a phone call from Karen's Dad wanting me to meet him at his office. He and I talk often on the phone, so I was surprised when he requested a formal meeting.
For the past 25 years Ben has been after me to join him in the family business. I've always refused saying I'd earn my own way and would never be accused of riding his coattails. He surprised me by starting down the path of me joining him. I raised my hand and told him to stop right there. I was not joining his company.
"Jim, I understand and respect the reason you never accepted my offer in the past, but this time it's different. I'm almost 76 years old and Dan is at least 15 years away from being able to take over. I've always believed if something happened to me you would step in and take over. This episode with Karen almost destroyed Alice and she needs me. Alice is so embarrassed she can't see her friends. All she does is stay in the house. Her counselor recommends taking her away for awhile. Jim, I need you to replace me and groom Dan for the future."
"Ben, I'm so sorry to hear about Alice. Please give her my love. Sir, I'm not prepared to give you an answer tonight. Give me a few days to think about this."
"Don't take too long I need to get Alice and Karen out of Atlanta as soon as possible. When can you give me an answer?"
"I'll meet you here in three days with my answer."
"Great. Tell your parents I said hello."
"What?"
"I know you always talk with your father before you make a decision like this. See you in three days."
Three days later I told Ben I'd accept his offer. Dan's excited about his role as caretaker of the family business and Ben is correct—he is years away from taking over. Once a month, Ben and I meet with Dan, Benny and Amy to discuss family business. This way Ben knows what's going on and Dan has a support structure he can turn to for advice, just like I turn to my dad and brother.
Karen moved to Florida with her parents and stays in contact with the c***dren. Dan and Benny travel to Florida to see Karen several times a year and Amy stays with her a couple weeks each summer. Karen attends several of Amy's soccer games and she stays away from me. Alice is making progress but will never move back to Atlanta.
I'm not sure what happened to Jerome. His wife divorced him and last I heard he moved somewhere out west. He was named in at least 8 divorce cases and is flat ass broke. Jerome not only destroyed his life, he destroyed a lot of marriages. I guess I shouldn't blame everything on the son of a bitch, all of those women choose to cheat on their husbands. They were not ****d, they were not d**gged, they were not drunk. They planned their fuck sessions in advance, and they are just as guilty as Jerome.
Hopefully I'll find someone to love in the future. I miss being married and having someone to hold, someone to talk with, and someone to share my love with. Until that happens I'll get up each morning, thank god for my c***dren and live my life looking forward instead of looking back.
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Thank you for taking your time to read my story.
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