Oh For the Love of a Brown Eyed

"So you know the worst. It was a set up, and I am going to ruin Asa. I don't mind a practical joke gone bad, but he was fucking with my family, I'll eviscerate him. See if I don't!"

I sat trying to absorbing all this.

"You realize Leah, I this all built in my head, I's dotted, t's crossed...that you planned it out weeks in advance, connived to get me and the kids out of the picture so you could spend the night with your lover, that you dissed me by shaving because you so loved his cock sweat, and then fucked the shit out of each other in the midst of an orgy. I figured you could have fucked three men and a dog plus two more the next morning. It would have been totally out of character, of course, but it fit what I knew."

"I didn't plan anything but the standing around naked bit. And remember whoever sent those pictures certainly intended to break up our marriage. If I had done anything worse, they would have sent you those pictures too. This is a fucking hatchet job, and like I say, I'll have Asa's balls for it, see if I don't."

"I'm having anxiety withdrawal. You ever have that Leah?" I started crying with relief, she was shivering in waves, and clearly anguished, holding back tears, but my sob broke the log jam, and we clutched each other.

"Oh god, Leah I thought I had lost you. I felt sick to my soul." We clung together in relief that the worst was over.

"Asa will use this against me, I suspect either sexual blackmail or professional, and I need to figure out how to counter it."

"Is it a given that the person taking the pictures is Asa's confederate? Or could it be opportunism on someone's part?"

"No way to know until someone shows their hand. I'm just trying to figure out who wants what and why."

I was thinking, "Well ask everybody that was there to send you any pictures they have of the party. Include the picture or the practical joke with him raping your mouth, and ask specifically for pictures of the vomiting and Asa with a broken jaw hitting the floor. I will hurt a bit for you to do that, but it will neutralize the value of the picture. Then a day later you thank folks for sending you the video of the whole incident."

"But what if nobody has other pictures, and there's no video?"

"Only you would know that. Asa and anyone else would have to assume someone shot a video of him molesting a woman and being battered for it. If I were him I would never say another fucking word about it."

"You know Seth, that might work. I mean if there were such a video, for sure he'd never want it to see the light of day. I'm glad to have you around...and on my side I should add."

We didn't get much slept that night, the alarm went off all too soon, but children must be checked to see their teeth were brushed, cloths were clean, tops and bottoms reasonably matched, fed, homework in the bag, hugged and kissed and sent on their way to school. It was a new day, yesterday was gone, tomorrow was yet to come. We had a long kiss before she went out the door to work.

I got one more e mail from my toxic friend, along with a rather poorly written description of what my wife supposedly did, but it really didn't ring true. I emailed back to let them know if they ever have another party, give us a call, it sounded like it was a lot of fun. Never heard from whoever it was again. I solicited photos using Leah's name and e mail account, and a couple of days later, thanked everybody for their cooperation especially the video of the incident.

Months later, my wife was handling a law suit by herself for a restaurant franchise holder suing the parent company for breaking the contract. Asa Cone and his firm were opposing her, it was four or five lawyers against Leah. It was a long hard fought case, and for once the little guy won. My wife came home with joy sparkling in her eyes.

"When we were going into the court today to hear the decision, that asshole Asa leaned over and said 'I loved the way you sucked my cock that night.' Then we all found out his client lost on all the significant points, and as his team glumly walked out, I went right up to him and said 'I loved the way you sucked my ass today for all to see...get use to the taste...next time we meet in court, you'll suck it again.' What a scum bag!"

She had assured me she would take care of Asa, but it was a long term plan. She started by convincing other law firms to poach his best people and counseled his people to take the offer. She went after his clients, not to steal them, but seeing who the opposing council was, and where she could, joining the opposing bench as a consultant. Between less talent in his firm, and her spirited opposition in court, he began losing cases and his reputation tanked. His best clients left him and within two years, he had moved from a prestige office building to a small store front. Two mal practice suits against him, one of the encouraged by Leah, emptied his funds, and he ended up working out of a small apartment, subsisting mostly as a court appointed attorney to those who couldn't afford council. In fairness Leah didn't do it all, but she certainly helped grease the skids.

Leah was half in the bag the other night, and said, "Every time I see him in court, and I know this is really childish of me, but when I can, I walk up to him, and if I can, let out an audible fart. Now he actively avoids me whenever possible." We were laughing 'till our sides hurt.

Our children are rapidly growing, after years of my son living with us every weekend, My ex wife followed her lover to a job in Saudi Arabia, and now have custody of my boy, so my family is complete. As to Leah going nude at the party, it was probably poor judgment on her part. Her version of the events is correct, certainly her opinion of Asa has gone from admiring his legal talent to scorn and great pleasure on her part when she beats him in court. One result of the issue is that unlike her mother and father, Leah never again took me for granted. She hasn't trimmed or shaved her pussy or pits since. Occasionally someone remarks on the pit hair, and she simply tells them that she grooms to please her husband, regardless of societal norms. Like the old saying; people who care don't matter, and people who matter don't care.

Chilley