Carol and Marvin

She began to suck and lick him with abandon. After several minutes, she looked up at him and said, now. She released him and got herself up on all fours presenting her ass for his assault. He got behind her and licked her secret places, both of them.

She felt him press his cockhead against her labia and push into her. He moved slowly, inch by precious inch. She felt him press his finger against her anus and push it inside of her as he fucked her. He varied his tempo. He wanted the feeling to last. She played with her clit as he continued to screw her. It was some while before he felt her stiffen. He began to speed up, ramming her ferociously a dozen times before he exploded inside of her. She felt the heat of his semen wash her insides as she was riddled with orgasmic thunder. Gawd! how she loved the way he fucked her. He shivered too as he began to fade.

They collapsed together in a pile of flesh and sweat and carnal juices. The smell of sex and mating was all around them.

"He can't do that for you," said the man.

"No, he can't, he's too dinky," she said. "If he had what you have, you might not be here."

He smiled. His conquest was complete. He knew without a doubt that she was his. They cuddled and slept the sleep of the sexually satisfied.

*****

It was two days later that Mr. Carr called the cell number he'd been given. He had summoned the cuckolded spouse to his office. Marvin sat across from him now having heard the basics. The PI had gotten what he needed sooner than anticipated.

"Yes, there is an affair and they apparently are in love. I'm sorry Mr. Caldwell, but it's all there in the package."

"Thank you. It's disturbing to finally know, but I knew in my heart after that night at the bistro that this would be the result. I know what to do now. Thank you again," I said.

Out in his car I cried. I let the tears flow without any attempt to restrain them. I would cry now, for a little while, and then I would get down to business.

I hadn't seen or heard the tapes yet; I wasn't sure I wanted to. I knew what they contained; the content was in the written report. The report was bad enough, but in the cold descriptive sentences that Mr. Carr had given me there was no tone of voice, no facial expression, no intensity. The written report had spared him all of that. The tapes would be far more cruel and destructive of his mind and soul. Betrayal was always bad—the worst.

*****

I drove immediately to my bank. He took half of all of the assets depositing the proceeds in an untraceable offshore account he'd already opened; I was taking no chances. I figured I might give her the house; I couldn't bring himself to live in it anyway knowing how it had been desecrated. But the cash, she'd only end up getting half of what he'd left in the account. So, of the original three hundred thousand dollars, three-quarters would be mine. I cancelled their common credit cards. I retained only my company credit card; it would have to suffice for the present.

my meeting with the lawyer that afternoon would be brief. I had already set the wheels in motion. I would give Sam, my good friend and long time associate, the go ahead to file the divorce papers and to have her served.

Finally, I had to face the fact that I had to meet with my girls and let them decide what they wanted to do. This wasn't about them, but it would affect them greatly. If I held any bitterness toward my wife at all it would be as a result of what her selfishness was going to do to my babies. I was angry at her for that, very angry.

But, my greatest ire was focused on the man that had seduced my wife and cuckolded me. I actually hoped the asshole didn't show, because if he did, I could not guarantee that I would let him be.

*****

At 10:00AM a man with a briefcase walked into the offices of Sierra Insurance Ltd. and enquired after Mrs. Caldwell. He was ushered into her office. There was a man with her leaning over her desk scanning some documents.

"Mrs. Caldwell?" said the visitor. Then, looking over at the big man beside the desk, he smiled. "And, I believe you are Mr. Weathers if I am not mistaken," said the man.

"Yes, I am."

"Good, it saves me a trip." He opened his briefcase and pulled out two manila envelopes. He glanced at the names on each and handed each of the parties theirs respectively.

"You are both served. You Mrs. Caldwell for divorce, and you sir for alienation of affection. Mr. Caldwell asks that neither of you attempt to contact him. He has moved out of your house, Mrs. Caldwell," he said. He handed each a card: Sam Kellerman, atty. "Any contact should be through Mr. Kellerman's office." The man then turned and left.

Carol Caldwell was stunned. She almost fell into her chair. She paled. An involuntary tear dropped onto her breast. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She had planned to make it as painless as possible for her husband, but he had gone and usurped her good intentions. Everything was a mess now. The girls! She had to get to the girls! Nothing else mattered for the moment. She stood and moved to go. She looked at her lover but said nothing. They'd talk later.

Julius just stood there, also shocked and irresolute. Alienation of affection? What had he done but fallen in love? That it was with another man's wife didn't strike him as meaningful. Helen! My gawd, he thought, she'd divorce him immediately. The children! It was going to be messy.

*****

The two girls and their dad sat in the booth at Denny's. "Girls, I hate to have to tell you this, but I am leaving your mother. We have problems," I said, "big problems."

Marie started to cry. "You know don't you, Dad?"

"Huh?" I said.

"You know about mom and her boss," said Jenny elaborating.

"You girls know too?" I said.

"We've seen the asshole at our house at night," said Marie. "Yes, we know."

"We want to stay with you Dad. I don't want to be around that big fat asshole. If I see him trying to kiss mom, I think I'd try to kill him," said Jenny.

"Wow," was all I could think to say.

"You can stay with me, girls, of course. But, I do not want you to cut yourselves off from your mother. I don't want to see her for a number of reasons, but you two need to. Okay?"

The twins nodded.

"Here is my new address and you have my cell. Get your stuff and come tonight if you wish. It's a three bedroom condo that I've leased. You'll each have your own room; they're pretty nice too," I said.

"Girls, I want you to know, that whatever you decide is fine with me. I want you with me, but I would never force you. If you change your mind and then even if you change it again and again and again; I will understand and accommodate your wishes as best I can. I love you both with my whole heart and soul. None of this is your doing, but it is going to affect you, and for that I am truly sorry."

The two young women came around to him and hugged and kissed him. Tears were common all around.

*****

It was the next day at my work that the opening salvos in the divorce wars were fired. Julius Weathers came storming into the yards of Driscoll Logistics and Engineering. He saw his quarry with two women, apparently clerical workers, near an open receiving bay.

"Hey, Caldwell, you asshole," said Julius.

I saw the big man run walking toward me. I set myself to avoid his rush. I'd been in too many set-tos not to realize what was coming.

"She was your wife, and you shit on her you prick," he said, as he lunged for me.

I side-stepped him easily and he crashed into the wall swearing like a sailor. "I'm going to tear you up. Your fancy ass karate isn't going to do it for you shrimp," he snarled.

Shrimp! Now I was going to have some fun. He lunged again and I side-stepped him again. He fell to one knee. Hmm, I thought, maybe I hadn't lost as much foot speed as I thought.

I decided to stop letting him slide. He got up and stood; he was a little more wary. I just stood there, arms loose and ready at my side. He came at me more deliberately. I bobbed under his wild haymaker. I fired two vicious cuts into his rib cage. I could hear his lungs deflate. He tried vainly to catch his breath. I walked slowly up to the gasping assailant and fired no less than a dozen short, flashing hooks into the side of his face and head.

His eyes glazed over and he sort of melted to the ground. He was out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. Carol had been with him. But she didn't come to him; she ran. Well, why wouldn't she; she had to be afraid.

*****

Jenny and Marie were retrieving their things when their mother came through the door.

"Thank gawd you girls are here!" said Carol. Then she stopped. Her face suddenly became a mask of fear. She looked at the suitcases and full trash bags behind the couch.

"Girls?"

"We'll be staying with dad, Mom," said Jenny.

Their mother fainted. After they had gotten her conscious, up, and onto the couch the girls stood in front of their mom's seated form.

"Mom, we don't like your boss. Never did," said Marie. "But, we hate him now, and we are very disappointed in you."

"Marie..."

"Mom," said Jenny, taking her shot, "Marie and I don't want the family to break up. We know it's not up to us. But, if you divorce dad and marry that shithead, count us the hell outta your life."

Carol was sobbing big time now and was totally incapable of coherent speech. The girls headed toward the door. Jenny stopped and turned.

"Mom, you're an asshole. Get a grip and figure it out before it's too late." Then they were gone.

*****

"I bought the condo, girls. So now we have a real home," I said.

After the initial blow up, things had calmed down, as they always inevitably must, and I settled into my new routine as a single parent.

I made a point of seeing to it that the girls spoke to their mother face to face once a month. The divorce had been final in just under seven months, and I heard from the girls that their mother had married the asshole in Vegas within a week after the final decree. It hurt me to hear that, but I had expected it; the woman was in love or so I'd heard her say on the tapes.

The girls had softened their threat to not have anything to do with their mother again if she married shithead, but they adamantly refused to have anything to do with him; this gratified me. Though in point of fact it caused their mother no end of disappointment.

Mr. Julius Weathers had, of course, been kicked to the curb by his wife. She had raped him financially, and between him and his new wife they had to struggle to make ends meet. He also knew the horrible feeling of essentially losing all but minimal contact with his own children.

*****

It is said that one of the happiest days in a father's life is when he is able to give his daughter's hand to a just and honorable man in marriage. The twins were to be given in marriage—both of them in the same ceremony—to two brothers, not twins, the following day.

It had been three years since Carol's and my divorce, and I had not seen or spoken to my ex in all of that time. I would see her tomorrow. The girls had said that she could even bring Julius if she wanted, to escort her, but that was all; he would have no part in the wedding. Time does dull the pain if not completely erase it.

I saw her for the first time standing by the artificial arbor that had been set up for the special dinner Jenny and Marie had planned for the evening. Their fiancés, Bob and Howard Roberts, were speaking to her. Carol was smiling.

I looked around but did not see Julius. I had had to promise the girls that I wouldn't pound the guy again like I did the last time. I knew that they had said what they said tongue in cheek, but the message was nonetheless a serious one. I had had to promise not to offend.

The prospective grooms looked his way. I nodded. I was waiting for my friend Ronnie to show up. He was going to be the official photographer.

I was surprised to see the pair each take an arm of his ex-wife and head my way. I looked around for a graceful exit. There was none.

"Sir," began Howard, "our brides have given us a mission. They told us in no uncertain terms that we had to get you two to talk to each other."

"That's right, sir," said Bob. "They said to remind you that this was their day, uh er, evening, and they want it to be special for the ones that are responsible for bringing them into this world."

With that, the two men withdrew.

I wasn't sure, but I thought that I heard them laugh as they retreated to safer territory.

Carol and I stared at each other.

I was the first to speak. "How are you, Carol."

"Okay, Marv. And you?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Where's Julius?" I asked, looking around.

"He's not here," she said.

"Oh."

"I didn't have anything to do with this, Marv. The boys just came up and got me. I don't know why. I mean I don't know why the girls are doing this. They know you..."

"I don't hate you, Carol. I was hurt by what you did to me, but I never hated you. Oh, and you can tell your man he has nothing to fear from me anymore. I got it out of my system that one time, and it's in the past as far as I'm concerned."

"You know," she said, "I never had a clue just how tough you were until that day. I mean I knew you had been a boxer and stuff, but well, I just had had no idea."

"Thanks, I think," I said.

It was her turn to smile.

"Today is s special day for our girls," I said. "I think it would be nice if we sat together at the table. It would make them feel good, I think."

"Marvin, I think that that is a wonderful idea.

"Marvin, I mean since we'll be sitting together, I mean..."

"Yes, I think we should talk some," he said. "I guess we should've had our conversation a long time ago. But, time got away from me, and well..."

She nodded her understanding.

"That said, Carol, I think it should not be tonight. I mean not about the big stuff. This is kind of an unusual gathering. I mean aren't grooms supposed to stay away from their future wives the night before their weddings. I think we need to focus on the girls tonight. I'll call you in a few days and we'll have lunch or dinner or something," he said.

"You're right of course," she said.

At the dinner, I noticed the twins watching me. Or, was it the both of us, Carol and me. I saw them whisper to each other every few minutes while keeping an eye on our table which was no more than twenty feet away from their own.

******

The next morning the brides looked wonderful and the grooms looked pretty good too. The wedding went off smoothly. It should have, it had cost a small fortune on the part of their father, I thought to myself.

On the day of the wedding Julius still had not showed, and Carol was once again paired with me. I noticed that she seemed to walk with a slight limp, and she was wearing a long sleeved blouse in spite of the hot weather. I began to feel that something was amiss.

The wedding and the reception had turned out to be wonderful in some ways, but bittersweet in others. I would miss the girls noise and problems and messy room and all of it.

After the girls had slipped out of the reception and headed off on their honeymoons, Carol and I were left standing next to the bandstand looking at each other. We were each aware of a new era beginning in our lives. It was an awkward moment.

I turned to her. "Carol?" She had a pained look to her.

She looked up at me. "Yes?"

"Something wrong?"

I could see her fighting back tears, at least I thought that's what I saw.

"We fought. He wouldn't come. It was a bad fight," she said.

My mood darkened. "He hit you didn't he?" I said, trying to control myself, but not doing a very good job of it.

She just looked away.

"I'll kill the motherfucker," I said, between gritted teeth.

Her head snapped around and she said, "No!"

I saw she was scared to death. "Okay, okay, I'm cool," I said. I made a mental note to not actually kill the bastard.

"Marv, we split up last night. That's why he—well, he lost it. We were never able to get around the loss of our families. His ex makes it difficult for him to see his own children and mine, ours, hate him. He's not in a good place emotionally," she said.

"So you get to help him out by being his punching bag," I said, not quite sneering.

"Marvin Caldwell, you have to promise me you won't do anything foolish. This is my fault, all my fault. If I hadn't cheated three years ago, none of this would be happening. Marvin! Promise me!" she demanded.

"I won't kill him," I said, "But, he is going to get an ear full from me if he's still in town when I go looking for him. And, Carol, don't ask me for more than that."

She nodded.

*****

I paced back and forth outside of the bar that I knew he was at. Some early arrivals at the establishment eyed me. I was making up my mind if I should go in and talk to him or wait him out.

I had enquired of a parking attendant at his place of work where he might go. The young man hadn't hesitated. "The Green Field bar," said the young man. "You can see it from here. It's just over there. He goes there a lot. They got great hamburgers too."

I thanked him and pressed a fin into his palm.

The day was hot. I finally decided to go inside. The place was cool and dim, but not dark; I could see easily. And what I saw was him talking to one of the serving girls. I approached. The girl saw me. I guess the look on my face made her think of something else to do; she broke off her conversation with Julius and sashayed away from the bar.

Julius was nonplused. He turned to see what had interrupted his little get together with the girl. "What a way to ruin a perfectly fine day," said Julius, seeing me behind him.

"I'm here to have a few words with you, asshole," I said.

"Then you'll be talking to yourself because I ain't listenin'," he said.

"That would be your choice, but you better find a way to hear me or you are going down," I said.

"Yeah right."

"If you come near Carol again, I'm gonna be there, and you won't like it. If you call her on the phone, I'm gonna find you. If you write her a note, I will hunt you down and make you eat it. She made me promise not to tear your cowardly ass up, but I won't be hearing her if there's a next time. Good day Mr. Weathers." I stalked out.

*****

I spent the next few days packing some things for a little vacation that I had planned. I would be spending some time alone. I couldn't get Carol out of my mind, and had almost called her; I had to think. I had promised her that we would talk, but for some reason, I just couldn't pick up the phone and dial her number. The betrayal of three years earlier still rankled, and yet having seen her, what she had become; I had come to realize that I wanted her back. All of my procrastination notwithstanding, fate was about to take matters out of my hands. The phone rang. I picked it up. It was Carol.

We talked for some minutes. She was on her way up to see me. I could sense the hands of my daughters in all of this. I answered the rapping on my condo door. She stood there, pretty and subdued.

"Come in," I said, finding my voice.

"Thank you Marvin." I indicated that she should have a seat. She sat herself gingerly on the couch. "I hear you talked to Julius."

"I didn't touch him," I said.

"I know. The bartender told me," she said. "He's a dear friend."

I nodded.

"Marvin, three years ago I thought I was in love with another man, Julius. I now know it was just a serious case of stupidity. A genius I clearly am not."

"You're saying it was stupidity, not his enormous cock?" I said rubbing it in. "I heard what you said about me on the tapes."

She winced. "You're a proud man, Marvin. I know my words hurt you. I beg your forgiveness for that; I really do. He has got a big cock for sure; he is bigger than you, Marvin, I won't lie to you; you'd know I was lying anyway. I'm done with lies. But his cock by itself would never have been enough to lure me away from you or the girls. It was much more than that, and at the same time much less, I suppose. The truth is I was bored, and the thrill of the chase overcame my inhibitions, and I blundered."