Ultimate Nightmare

There is little to no explicit sex in this story.

No part of this story may be published at any other site or in any other form without the express written permission of the author. © July 12, 2007.

I would like to thank DoctorWyldcard for the idea that this story blossomed from.

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The plain manila envelope Jason Tendell carried in his hand felt like it weighed a ton. With his world teetering on the edge of complete and utter collapse, the contents of that package felt like a huge millstone around his neck… and life.

Just twenty-seven, his life had been nearly perfect to this point. It was on a path that most would envy and some would kill for. He had already made more than enough to pay off his home and still afford several fancy toys. As Financial Analyst for a conglomerate of corporate investors Jason was not only well liked, but also well connected.

On top of that, for the last three years he had been successfully wooing Adeline Racine, the only child of Constance and Marc Racine. Fourteen months ago, Jason and Addie, as everyone called her, fell head over heels in love and now their wedding was just six weeks away.

His future father-in-law was the CEO of Sterling Industries. Just to have Marc mention your name was tantamount to a job offer in some circles.

After easing out of his Porsche Carrera, Jason headed up the lighted walk to the front door of Racine manor. His body was tense and all his recent nightmares seemed to lurk, ready to pounce from the surrounding darkness.

"I can't believe it's only been three friggin weeks… feels more like three fucken' years," he bitterly muttered to himself. Pausing to look up into the heavens beyond the stars, Jason mentally questioned: 'God, what did I do to deserve this…? Which one of my long forgotten indiscretions pissed you off enough to warrant this final retribution?'

As he pressed the doorbell, its faint sound made him think, 'This must be how ancient warriors felt when preparing for a hopeless battle…. One in which there would be no winners. As Jason waited for the door to open, his mouth was dry and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. The moment of truth had arrived, Jason's fears were now a reality. Memories of that fateful day caused his stomach to feel unsettled as he recalled the events.

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On that fateful Monday morning a very important client had called, requesting an emergency meeting in another city two hours away. He had given Jason the details and the name of the hotel where he was staying. Jason immediately cleared his calendar while gathering the information needed. In order to meet his client's busy schedule Jason decided driving would be quicker and less risky than going to the airport, catching a flight, and renting a car. But facing a long drive put him under a lot of pressure and blew the rest of his day.

Set up in a partially secluded alcove off the hotel's main dining room, the meeting went well. After taking all the information Jason presented, his client rushed off to catch a flight. Even with the two hour drive, Jason realized by hurrying he could still get back in time to beat the afternoon rush hour. That alone would cut an extra hour off his work day.

From where he sat Jason could see into the spacious, well lit atrium in the main lobby. While putting away his material, a movement through the garden area caught his eye. It was one of those things that for some unknown reason you turn your head to get a closer look. Jason's world suddenly turned upside down and his eyes widened when he spotted Constance, his future mother-in-law, walking towards him. His internal alarms were going off like crazy as Jason watched her intimately clutching the arm of a man he didn't immediately recognize. As they got closer, Jason realized it was Kenneth Undall, her husband's biggest competitor.

As luck would have it, a few moments later Constance and her male companion were seated just a few tables away. Trapped, Jason hurriedly scanned the room, quickly realizing he would be in full view no matter which way he tried to leave. With a sick feeling, but discretion being the better part of valor, Jason finished packing his equipment in hopes of an opportunity to slip out of the building unnoticed.

Jason was extremely agitated by his present circumstances. Unable to make an escape, he spent the next few minutes cautiously observing them holding hands, kissing, giggling and whispering little secrets to each other.

With an adrenaline surge, reeling fear swept Jason's body when he noticed the lunch crowd was beginning to thin out.

When the server arrived to take their orders, Jason was able to hear every word. After the waiter walked away, Constance almost cooed, "We still have a bit of time baby, but let's hurry. Before I go home to my boring hubby, I need at least a few more of those special quivers that only you make me feel." Giggling nervously, Constance glanced around. After being sure no one had been listening, she excused herself to freshen up.

Constance was out of sight before he decided it was time to make a move. Trying his best not to be seen, Jason was silently praying while passing by their table. Suddenly aware that Kenneth was looking in the other direction, he took advantage of the situation, making a bee-line straight for one of the entrances.

Hurrying to his car, Jason tossed his files in the trunk. After getting in, he locked the doors and just sat starring hopelessly at the wall in front of him. Jason's pounding heart was reverberating in his ears like the sound of a steel rod beating on a kettle drum. The pressure was making his head feel like it was about to explode. Fraught with fear, Jason questioned, "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

On the way home, all he could think was, 'I am so damn screwed.'

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Addie peppered Jason with fresh ideas from the previous weekend's bridal show. Even though he was sitting right beside her, she wasn't having any luck getting his attention. Unable to get Jason involved in last minute changes was making Addie very frustrated. For the last few days she had started to become very concerned over the persistent funk he'd fallen into.

"Jason… Jason… please pay attention honey, this is very important," Addie pleaded. As he continued to drift in thought, Addie's voice exploded with aggravation, "Damn it Jason, where is your head? You've been a thousand miles away… ever since Tonya, Emily and I got back from the Bridal show at Hilton Head." With her normally vibrant and bubbly voice slowly degenerating into a childish whimper, she added, "Every time I ask, you keep saying there's nothing wrong, but babe… you're scaring the hell out of me."

Seeing the concern and frustration in Addie's eyes, Jason swallowed hard, "I'm sorry hon. Please believe me, you've done nothing wrong. It's just something I found out while having lunch with a client that could have severe repercussions. The problem is right now I… we don't need that."

She leaned in close and cooed softly in his ear. "I think we've both become too distracted with other issues and we're losing sight of what is truly important…. It's time to refocus on each other…. What say stud?" Addie asked while seductively and lovingly rubbing her hand from his chest to the nape of his neck.

Jason shuddered, melting into a puddle of quivering flesh as she playfully licked his ear, teasing him unmercifully.

Suddenly Addie squealed in surprise as he lifted and set her on the kitchen table. As Jason began making love to her, she jokingly teased, "Well, Aunt Wendy did smile when she gave us that 'Sex Begins in the Kitchen' book." Her ensuing giggle quickly changed to a long slow moan as he gently slid into her trembling body.

Later that morning as his fiancé showered, Jason was still struggling with his dilemma, 'I've got to try and straighten out this mess…. I need some proof, something that will shock Constance… maybe even get her to stop. That would be the easiest way to end this nightmare.'

After Addie left to go shopping, Jason made his decision and began checking the listings for Private Detectives. Selecting one, he called and made an appointment for later that day.

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In just two days it would be exactly three weeks since life had so quickly and cruelly conspired against Jason's happiness. He was overwhelmed by how life's 'Wrecking Ball of Circumstances' was poised to destroy his ideal existence.

Jason now found himself staring at what was evidently a stack of evidence that had just been placed on the conference table in front of him. He listened intently as the P.I. began to explain, "The CD contains all the video and audio that we've been able to obtain between Constance and her lover.

"The first envelope, marked photos, is just that, pictures of them in various locations. We caught them doing everything from talking to cuddling while dining, walking, or just sitting together.

"The second envelope contains photos of them in various sex acts.

"The third and final envelope contains a printed transcript of the audio which included all conversations between them that our investigators were able to record."

'Dynamite, that's exactly what it reminds me of, a stick of pure dynamite, so damn small and harmless looking while so potentially explosive. No, in this case, it's more like a nuclear warhead,' Jason thought as he reached for the audio transcript. The print out completely obliterated any possible doubts that Constance was having an affair or whom she was having it with.

While reading the report, Jason was shocked to discover the consistent verbal disrespect that Constance showed towards her husband when talking with her lover. He was stunned not only by their jokes about Marc's performance in and out of bed, but also by her professed ability to control her husband.

Constance was effectively bragging about leading Marc around by the nose. However, it had been Jason's experience when around them, that Marc was firmly, but lovingly in control. Since they had always seemed to respect each other, Jason was amazed at how easily she deceived everyone.

As he continued to skim through the transcript, Jason noticed the P.I. had caught them getting together at least four times in less than two weeks to have sex. 'Damn,' he thought while shaking his head, 'considering their ages, she and Kenneth are worse than a couple of fucking rabbits.'

A highlighted portion of exchange between the couple suddenly caught Jason's eyes. "Constance, when are you going to file for divorce baby? I can't wait until you're all mine."

As he read her reply, Jason could just hear Constance's New England accent, "Ken, I told you. We have to wait until after Addie's wedding, that way she won't get hurt as much.

"Besides for now you're getting all the sex my body has to offer. By the way, you're the only one since my husband, Mr. wonderful, hasn't sniffed my pussy for a month. And you can rest assured that he won't, ever again if I can help it."

"Oh Constance, I do love you."

"Well sexy man, I love you too."

Jason's heart beat wildly as he began to grasp the depth of his predicament. He was just starting to fully understand her impact on his life as well. What didn't make sense, 'How could Constance even consider dumping Marc for that greasy slime ball, Kenneth Undall?'

Sighing deeply, Jason dropped his head in dejection while muttering, "Where Marc's concerned, I've got no choice. He's been good to me, treating me like a son… Marc deserves to know. But, there's no way I'm going to look at the visual evidence. I'd never be able to look Constance in the eyes again.'

While fiddling with the clasp on the package his stomach fluttered as he sat quietly thinking. 'I pray that by some miracle she and Marc can find a way to work this… this… situation out.'

After thanking the P.I., Jason rose to leave. Walking to his car, he quietly conceded, "I'm Fucked… just plain fucked."

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Later, while with Addie, Jason felt a desperate need to convey his deep love for her. He chose a special way with wine, food, and song at their favorite restaurant. Afterwards, Addie conveyed her deep love by ravishing Jason's body all night long.

As the sun came up, he just smiled when Addie said, "Damn babe, keep this up and I'll have to cancel my plans for the spa this weekend with the girls. This will be the second time Tonya, Emily, and I have been out together in less than a month anyway. Or…," she purred seductively, "do you just want to save everything up for when I get back Sunday?"

"No hon, go ahead with your plans. I can use the extra time to clear up a few lose ends before the wedding." Jason couldn't tell her that he was relieved she was going to be out of town as it would give him the perfect opportunity to unload his horrendous burden. Tired of dealing with it, Jason had decided no matter what the consequences, it was going to be Marc's problem after this weekend.

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The following afternoon he picked up the phone and made the call.

"It's good to hear from you Jason. I've been meaning to call, but just hadn't gotten around to it yet." Marc's said in a strong, but strained voice.

He nervously blurted out, "Hey Marc, I really need to talk to you. I was wondering… could we possibly get together sometime this weekend?" Jason realized it wasn't his smoothest delivery and thought, 'So much for trying to stay relaxed.'

"Hmmm…, I have some things I need to discuss with you also," Marc stated. Then he inquired, "How about Saturday night for dinner? Constance is going to be at her sister's this weekend to visit her family and some old friends. Isn't this also the weekend Addie is going to the spa?"

"Yes it is Marc," he enthusiastically responded.

"So it'll only be us men," Marc replied. "Good… how about say around six? Will that work for you, buddy?"

"Sounds good to me," Jason replied, "I'll see you then."

"Good enough, I'll look forward to seeing you then," Marc affirmed.

After they hung up he sat thinking, 'God yes, let me get this over with quick as possible. It's just sad that it's always someone like Marc who gets dumped on.'

Even though it seemed strange, Jason thought Marc sounded relieved that it would be just the two of them. He questioned, 'I wonder if Marc already knows something? Maybe this isn't going to be that big of a surprise after all.' But for now, Jason had other urgent things on his mind. How Addie would handle all this was another major concern at the moment.

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At that moment waiting for the door to open, weeks of nervous anxiety had him feeling like he was about to explode. Jason apprehensively said to himself, "Damn, this is going to be even more painful than I thought." Suddenly he was jarred back to the present by the sound of a deadbolt as Marc opened the door.

"Hello Jason, excellent timing… why don't you go into the den and make yourself at home while I grab us a couple of beers," Marc said.

His mouth went bone dry as Marc's eyes suddenly flick downward to the envelope. Before Marc could ask, Jason quickly replied, "Thanks, I could sure use one." At the same time thinking, 'Six would be better with a big shot of bourbon, but I'll take whatever I can get.'

Glancing around the den, he could easily tell that Marc used the room for a home office. Moments later his host returned with their beers. After shaking hands and exchanging a few pleasantries, Marc walked around to the other side of his desk and sat down.

He could tell by the way Marc dropped into his chair that Addie's father was deeply troubled by something. 'I bet he already knows,' Jason thought.

Marc slipped on his glasses and leaned forward to read the name on Jason's envelope now lying on the desk in front of him. "It would appear you already know," Marc said in a wooden voice. "How did you discover the situation? I stumbled onto it completely by accident."

Before Jason could answer, Marc continued, but with sudden anger, "Damn it, the simple fact you know should make me feel better… but it doesn't. With a lot of very important people scheduled to be here over the next few weeks, it was imperative to inform you. I had no alternatives considering the strong possibility of public exposure that's hanging over us.

"Honestly Jason… I am amazed this hasn't already made the gossip columns. I'm just sorry that both of us have to deal with the pain and fallout of this sleazy mess," Marc said as he stood and walked over to a large picture window.

Overlooking a huge pool and patio area below, he continued, "Jason, dealing with this has been very difficult for me. Trying to figure out what to say and to whom has left me so damn frustrated I could spit nails." Just as he finished speaking, Marc's words were emphasized by his fist slamming into the window frame which caused Jason to jump.

"Sorry," Marc snapped, "but damn it… it's hell watching my family fall apart right in front of my eyes. Especially when there's nothing I can do to prevent it. I knew it would be a case of damned if I did and damned if I didn't, no matter what.

"What could I say to Addie that would help… what should I say to you? With your current marriage plans and all, I feel like a heel as it is. On top of that I've been loaded with problems at work. Now this mess at home, I've been really tense lately.

Jason nodded his understanding even though he felt like an intruder trespassing on Marc's turmoil. 'But I know how Marc feels… in spades,' Jason thought. 'I'm not even married yet and my future family is already in a major crisis. Worse yet, the evidence that could destroy my future mother-in-law is laying right here in front of me. In spite of that, Marc seems more concerned over my feelings than his own. He's probably known about this from day one.'

"When I first saw them together Marc, I couldn't believe my eyes. After my insides had finished twisting into knots, I almost wished I hadn't found out. I've been going nuts trying to figure a way to tell you. Since I know how much you love her and how close you are, I realized you wouldn't believe me without proof.

"Reluctantly, I felt I had to hire a PI and have them followed. He was able to secure audio and video, but I purposely haven't looked at the visual evidence. I've only read parts of the transcript, they are damaging enough."

Marc returned to his chair and slowly eased into it. Still lost in thought, he absentmindedly reached over and lightly ran a finger around the base of his ornate desk lamp. Suddenly his eyes flickered between the label on the envelope and Jason's face, momentarily pausing to study each.

"Jason, there's probably more dirt in that package than any one person could ever want….' Then with a sigh, Marc added in afterthought, "Or not want to see in a life time.'

After taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Marc continued, "She didn't realize I overheard her on the phone one afternoon in the den. Upon hearing that conversation, there was no doubt in my mind what was going on. For the next few days, I was forced to do some serious soul searching. The rest," Marc said, "is history," as he animatedly pointed to the envelope in front of Jason.

"Jason, long ago I was told by a friend whose wife had an affair, 'If there is any chance for a reconciliation, don't look at the visual evidence.' I didn't understand it then, but I think I do now."