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Holloween and Drugs

byJust Plain Bob©

I really didn't know why I was there. I didn't feel like drinking, but I needed to get out and do something. Sitting around the house and whining about how life had treated me wasn't getting me anywhere. I used to enjoy open microphone night at the Landing Strip and maybe a few laughs would help.

I looked around as I came in and I saw that there were some people there that I knew. I saw Angie Springer sitting at a table with three other girls. Wally Taylor and his wife Julie were there which was a surprise. The last time I had been in the Strip on open mike night he had publicly accused Julie of being a cheating whore. Seeing them together caused me to frown. The last thing I wanted to think about on that night was cheating whores.

Up on the platform that served as a stage on mike night and a bandstand on Thursday, Friday and Saturday Bobby Denton was telling another one of his blond jokes.

"Recently, when I went to McDonald's I saw on the menu that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I told the teenaged blond behind the counter that I wanted a half dozen Chicken McNuggets and she looked at me and said

"We don't have half dozen nuggets."

"You don't?" I replied.

"We only have six, nine or twelve" the blond said.

"So I can't order a half dozen, but I can get six?"

"That's right" the young blond girl said.

"So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets."

His wife Bree was sitting in the back with some friends and fuming. Every one knew that Bree hated blond jokes, but Bobby didn't seem to give a shit if she liked them or not. He turned the mike over to the next hopeful and went over and sat down at the bar and talked to Melody the barmaid. I wondered why Bobby never went back and sat with his wife at her table.

Shari brought me my PBR and I sat, sipped and listened and my mood lightened. There was some pretty good talent there that night. There was a time once when I'd had a few too many in me and I was dared to get up and take a shot at it. I still remembered the joke I told that night.

"A man was sick and tired of going to work everyday while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:

"Dear Lord, I go to work everyday and put in eight long hours while my wife stays at home. I want her to know what I go through so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day."

The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man his wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches and then drove them to school. On the way home he dropped off some clothes at the cleaners and stopped by the bank to make a deposit.

He went grocery shopping and then went home and put away the groceries, sat down and paid the bills and then balanced the checkbook. He cleaned the cat's litter box and then gave the dog a bath.

By then it was 1 P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, sweep and mop the floors. Ran to school and picked up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home, set out milk and cookies for them and got them organized to do their homework.

He set up the ironing board and ironed clothes while watching some TV and at 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables, breaded the pork chops and got dinner on the stove. After dinner he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry and bathed the kids and put them to bed. At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and he went to bed where he was expected to make love which he managed to get through without complaint.

The next morning he awoke and immediately got down on his knees beside the bed.

"Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, Oh Please let us trade back. Amen."

The Lord, in his infinite wisdom replied:

"My son, I feel that you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. But you will have to wait nine months before I can do it. You got pregnant last night."

I was booed off the stage. I never had the nerve to try it again.

I was applauding the accountant who had just finished his stand up routine when Angie Springer sat down at my table.

"Hi stranger" she said, "Buy a girl a drink?"

I looked over at the table where she had been sitting when I came in and saw that it was empty. She saw me look and said:

"They all had to get home to their husbands."

I raised an eyebrow at that and Angie noticed and read the unsaid "But you aren't in a hurry to get home to yours?" that the look implied.

"Gary is out of town and the kids are spending the week with my parents. I don't need to hurry home."

I waved Shari over and Angie asked for a Tom Collins and Shari went to the bar to get it.

"So how have you been?" Angie asked.

"So so; yourself?"

"About as well as can be expected. I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now, but have never had the chance."

"Talk to me? About what?"

"I want to know why you let Gary slide."


"Please don't play stupid with me Rob. I'm not some empty headed clueless broad. I know what happened and I want to know why you let Gary slide when you burned all those other assholes."

I looked at Angie and it all came flooding back to me.


It started with a raffle at the Fraternal Order of Eagles. I had purchased five tickets with the expectation of not winning anything. I never had and I never expected to. The prizes for the raffle were all donated and the money from the ticket sales went to various charities that the Aerie supported so I always bought a few. The night of the drawing one of my numbers was called and I became the owner of a new state of the art security system.

I really didn't want it or need it and I tried swapping it for some of the stuff the other winners won. I was trying to convince Toby Martin that he would get more out of the security system than he would get out of a two week cruise when he told me that I wasn't looking at it in the right way.

"You know how much you like watching the porn tapes at our poker games. Use the system to make your own."

"What do you mean?"

"Put the system in and don't tell Beth about it. After you've made love a couple of times tell her that you are having sex with a porn star. She will probably come unglued on you and then you can laugh at her and show her the tapes of the two of you going at it. Also there is the monetary part."

"Monetary part?"

"Call your insurance man and tell him you have installed a security system. Most insurance companies will give you a reduced rate if you have one."

The idea appealed to me and I decided to keep the system. I made an appointment to get the system installed and then took a day off work so I could be there and watch the installation and get trained on its use.

The system came with two outside cameras and five inside cameras along with motion detectors and some other bells and whistles and the first six months of service were free, the second six were half off and then I would have to sign a yearly contract. The technician installed the outside cameras -- one to cover the front of the house and one to cover the back -- and then he asked me where I wanted the inside ones.

He suggested the living room because anyone who broke in would go for where the TV, DVD player and other expensive items were and that was usually the living room. Also the intruder would have to pass through the living room to get to the stairway that led upstairs. He also suggested that one be put in the basement in case the intruder gained access by breaking out a basement window.

All good ideas and I took them, but I wanted one in the bedroom and I didn't want him to know the real reason why so I told him I had a safe in the bedroom closet and I wanted a camera in the master bedroom. We had two more bedrooms and I had turned one of them into a sort of home office/den and we put the fourth one in there. The last camera went into the kitchen for no other reason than I couldn't think of where else to put it.

I had him put the keypad in the front vestibule closet and then he showed me how to operate the system. There was a recorder in one of my workshop cabinets in the basement that captured the cameras output and most important, to me anyway, was that the camera's output didn't go to the security company. No one from the company would ever see what was on the recorder unless there was a break in and then they along with the police would want to see what the cameras captured.

That night I gave the system a trial run. After dinner and an hour or so of TV I started making out with Beth on the living room couch and that led to us heading for the bedroom where we made mad passionate love. The next day while Beth was making dinner I went down into the basement and checked the recorder. It had captured our session perfectly.


Over the next two weeks I made love to Beth eight times and then one Saturday while she was out grocery shopping I pulled the DVD out of the recorder and put it in a safe place and inserted a fresh DVD into the machine. I began making plans for the night I was going to let Beth see herself as a porn star.

I decided that I would do it on Halloween. We were going to have a party that night and when everyone left at the end of the party I would pour Beth a glass of her favorite wine and we would watch the DVD. Her costume was going to be a very sexy Cat Woman outfit with stiletto heels and I was going to love peeling it off of her as she watched herself perform.

Three days before Halloween I had to take a sudden overnight trip to call on a client who was having trouble with one of the machines we had sold him. I was able to correct the problem and then headed on home. I went straight home from the airport since I didn't see any sense in going in to work for only forty-five minutes and since my commute home from work was almost forty minutes I was going to get home a good hour and a half before I was expected. As a result I got home before Beth.

Since Beth wasn't home yet I decided that I had time to check the recorder and see if it had captured our last love making session which had been the night before I left on my trip. The recorder had captured the last love making session perfectly. There was only one problem.

The last love making session captured was of Beth and our next door neighbor Jim Case.

I say that the last session was captured, but it was a little more than that. Beth sucked him off as he sat on our living room couch and then she led him upstairs and fucked him on our bed. After cumming in Beth and pulling out he said:

"You need to get me up again lover. There is still one place in this house that I haven't marked as my territory."

"Where is that" my loving wife asked.

"His den. I want to take you on his desk."

Beth laughed and said, "You are evil" and Jim said, "And you love it."

"I love your cock too" Beth said and then went down on him. She got him back up and when he was hard they went into the den and Jim fucked her in the ass as she laid on her back on my desk with her legs up on Jim's shoulders.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this ass" Jim said and Beth moaned and said, "I never get tired of giving it to you."

That really ground on me because Beth wouldn't give me her ass. We had tried anal sex a couple of times, but she said it hurt too much and she didn't really like doing it.

When they finished they went downstairs and had a drink at the kitchen table. Jim said:

"Hal wants to know when he can get together with either you or the both of us again."

"Were you able to get the stuff?"

"I pick it up tomorrow."

"Okay then, tell Hal it will be at the Halloween party on Saturday. I'll put the stuff in Rob's drink and that will knock him out. Once he is in bed and out of the way we can party."

"You need to be careful there. If you give it all to him at once he might conk out quickly and then wonder about it. Put a little bit in each drink you give him and it will seem to him that he drank too much and got drunk. Any chance I can get another taste before the party?"

"Maybe. How do you feel about climbing through basement windows?"


"Rob will be home tomorrow, but I usually do laundry on Thursday. He never comes down into the basement when I'm doing laundry. Would it turn you on to fuck me with Rob right upstairs over our heads?"

"Are you serious?"

"You betcha lover."

"Okay then; I'll do it."

"I'll unlock the window on the north east end and be waiting."

I sat there stunned and outraged to my very core. Stunned because my wife of ten years was fucking our next door neighbor. Outraged because he could have her ass anytime he wanted it because she never got tired of giving it to him, but I couldn't have it? And from the sound of it she had been doing it for some time. Where the hell had I been? I thought Beth loved me and that we had a solid marriage. How could I have been so wrong? She was going to drug me so she could fuck him at the Halloween party? Why? What was so special about the party? They were obviously managing to get it done at other times. And who the hell was Hal?

The sound of the garage door starting to run pulled me away from what I was watching and I headed upstairs and as I climbed the stairs I was trying to make up my mind as to what to do. Confront or wait. I decided to wait. I wanted to know more. I wasn't interested in watching Beth cheating on me, but I did want to hear what was said. I wanted to know how long it had been going on and I wanted to know why.

The hardest part for me was going to be trying to act normal around Beth. We were through as far as the marriage was concerned, but she didn't need to know that until after I'd taken some steps to protect myself. We didn't live in one of those states where no fault divorces were the only way you could go and what I already had on DVD would make a divorce with adultery as grounds a slam dunk, but a court would still be making the decisions on asset distribution and I needed to make sure that Beth wasn't rewarded for her treachery.

Also, I needed more information that I might be able to use in taking my revenge on Jim. He was going to pay for fucking my wife in my house. Part of the revenge would be seeing to it that Carol, his wife, got a copy of the DVD, but that alone wouldn't satisfy my need to hurt him physically. I just needed to make it happen without putting me in jail.


Beth came in the door from the garage carrying two bags of groceries and she set them on the table and came over, put her arms around me and kissed me.

"I'm glad you're home baby. I hate waking up and not having you there beside me."

"Yeah, right" I thought as I wondered when she had given up on our marriage and why. And she had given it up and she should have known it. She knew my views on fidelity. My parents had split up because of my mom cheating on my dad. She had remarried and that marriage had failed when her new husband cheated on her. Beth had to know what the outcome was going to be if I caught her cheating on me. Apparently she didn't care.

"I stopped at the store on the way home because I needed bleach for when I do the laundry tonight and while I was there I decided to pick up the stuff to make you the stir fry you like so much. Go sit down and relax while I make dinner.

As I headed for the living room I thought about what was going to happen after dinner. The mention of bleach reminded me of what was going to take place in the basement later on in the evening. I had a decision to make. I always made love to Beth when coming home from a trip. Not to do it would probably raise questions in her mind and besides, when I dropped the hammer on her God alone knew when I would get laid again so even though she was a cheating whore I was going to take what I could get while I could get it. The decision I had to make was whether to send her to the basement to give Jim sloppy seconds or have to take them myself after Jim paid her his visit.

It turned out that Beth got to make that decision for me. I tried to get something going after dinner, but she put me off.

"I need to get the laundry done honey and if we start playing I'll never break loose from you to get it done. I'll take good care of you when we go to bed. I promise."

From the way she was smiling at me when she said it I got the impression -- from what I now knew -- that she was looking forward to giving me sloppy seconds. I wondered how many times she had already done it which thought pulled something out of my mind. Our love making, or fucking as I was now looking at it, included a lot of oral. Had the bitch let me eat her before cleaning up after Jim's visits? I was not thinking good thoughts as Beth went down to the basement to do the laundry. I would know what when on because of the camera in the basement, but I sure would have liked to hear what was being said that night instead of having to wait until I could get to the recorder.

I decided to tell Beth I was going into work late because of a dentist's appointment so I could check the recorder after Beth left for work. I had to fight the urge to quietly sneak outside and peek in the basement window, but I knew I couldn't risk being seen. I couldn't let them know that I knew about them. I debated doing a few things that might make them think I was going to come down into the basement, but then I decided that I needed to know what they talked about more than I needed the satisfaction of disrupting what they were doing. I needed to know more about this drugging that was supposed to take place.

I couldn't get interested in anything on TV and the book I picked up couldn't hold my attention either. I finally headed into the den and got on the computer, but that didn't do me any good either because all I could think of was what had taken place on the desk while I was gone.

Two hours after Beth had disappeared into the basement she came up and told me that she was going to take a quick shower and then:

"I'm going to rock your world baby."

I was surprised. I'd thought for sure that she was going to give me sloppy seconds. When she came out of the shower and got in bed with me she spread herself wide and said:

"Eat me lover. I got so wet in anticipation that I'm more than ready."

I would have found some reason to refuse if she hadn't showered, but since she had I bent to the task. As I munched I noticed a little redness around her asshole and it almost pissed me off enough to stop what I was doing and get up and go to the spare bedroom. But only almost. When I kicked her ass out it might be a long time before I'd get laid again so I needed to get what I could while I could. It wasn't as if I craved her ass anyway. Beth would let me have her butt occasionally when she had been drinking and was in a good mood, but she claimed she hated it so I didn't push all that hard for it. Face it; the main reason I wanted it was because she wouldn't give it to me very often. I ate Beth to an orgasm and then I moved up and fucked her. I didn't make love to her; I fucked her and there is a difference. I came; we snuggled up and went to sleep.

In the morning Beth woke me up with a blow job and when I was awake and as hard as I was going to get Beth moved over me and rode me cowgirl until we both got off. I had to wonder about that because we almost never had sex in the morning and when we did it was usually me who started it. Was she feeling guilty over what she planned to do to me at the party and was trying to make herself feel less guilty? I'd probably never know.

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