Jimmy and Mabel

When we got back, Mabel wasn't home yet; it was 5:00. The kids went up to play video games and take naps; they were bushed. So was I, if it came to that. I went out to the garage and checked the phone tap. There were three calls. One to her sister, one from some guy named Eric confirming some kind of meet up with him and his brother, and one from guess who: why buttfuck of course. Who the hell was Eric? Well, I'd be finding that out sooner or later. The one from buttfuck was the most interesting at least to me.

"Hello," said Mabel.

"Hi, it's me. Can you talk?" he said.

"Yeah my wimpy husband is with the kids at the park. Jesus that man is such a baby," said my wife. "He made me feel so bad last night."

"What's going on?" he said.

"Last night he was crying. Can you believe it! I know he loves me. I know he's about as pussywhipped as they come. But, crying like that. He actually made me feel bad for him. Jesus, how many times have I told him he isn't going to lose me! Dutch, I know I promised you that my pussy was for you and you alone, but I'm going to have to let him have me once in a while. He just can't handle it the way it is," she said. "It's not fair to him. We screwed up, and I have to try and make it right by him."

"Jesus! What kind of wimpy little shit did you marry for chryssakes!" said buttfuck.

"Dutch, he's a good guy. He doesn't understand what's happening to him. I have to bring him along slowly, so he doesn't get all crazy on us. You want to stay with Helen, so she doesn't rape you in a divorce; I have to stay with Jimmy, at least for now because of your situation. I have to deal with his insecurities at my end, Dutch. I'm gonna have to let him have a mercy fuck every now and again. It just has to be.

"You know, I told him to go out and find himself a woman, but he's too damn proud and moral for that. You and I are going to have to cool it for a few days too while I build his confidence back up. Okay?" she said. "I just can't have him bawling all of the time. Jesus, how I wish now that he hadn't walked in on us that day!"

"Okay, do what you think is best.

"By the by, did Eric call you?"

"Yes, the games are on. A week from Saturday; I thank you for that. It oughta be a blast," she said.

They talked about me and their plans for me for the next five minutes or so, said their goodbyes, and hung up.

Interesting, I thought. I get to have a mercy fuck. Like I would even want to touch the foul flesh of that cunt; I'd rather fuck a striped assed ape than her, I thought. But, it was going to be interesting seeing her try to get me to.

She got home by 6:30. I was surprised. But then, she had told buttfuck that they'd be cooling it for a few days. She was very nice to me.

"Hi, honey, Got something for you, but you can't have it until later." She said giggling.

"Huh? Really?" I said. I was actually wondering what it was. Johnny and Clara came in to see what their mom had gotten at the store. She produced presents for both of them. A video game for Johnny and a kid's watch for Clara. Clara had lost her watch a few days before, so this was a welcome surprise for her.

The kids jumped for joy. It was the first time in a week she'd shown them any real interest. I guess they were hoping.

Dinner was noisy; it was almost like old times. For everyone but me that is.

The kids in bed, Mabel all of a sudden was all giggly and smiley again. Of course I knew what it was, what it was a prelude to. But, I played along.

"Hey, big guy," she said to me finally. She took a seat across from me at the table. "I talked to Dutch today."

My head swiveled. She'd surprised me.

"Yes, I told him he and I had to cool it for a while. I told him you deserved better than you'd been getting," she said. She waited for my reaction. I was so surprised I didn't have one ready.

"Anyway, I see you're kinda surprised. Well, do me a favor and come on up to our room in a few minutes, okay? I want to give you your surprise."

I looked askance at her. I pretty well knew it had something to do with my supposedly getting lucky, but not exactly what. I nodded. "Okay," I said, feigning ignorance of what was up.

I puttered around for five minutes or so and headed upstairs. I made enough noise so as to give her a heads up that I was coming. What greeted me upon entering the room was an ambush. Candles and I could smell my favorite perfume; the latter had always enslaved me before. But her biggest gun was the lingerie she was wearing. Her nakedness and her bald mound were clearly visible under it. I stood there pretty much transfixed.

"Cat got your tongue, big guy," she said. She was sure she had me. I was about to disappoint her big time.

I looked her up and down. Looked her in the eyes. Turned and walked out. I hadn't spoken a word. I was almost to the bottom of the stairs when she caught up with me.

"Jim, what's the matter. I wanted to make it up to you. I mean the way I've treated you lately. Come on back up and let me prove to you that I love you," she said.

"I'm not your 'big guy' anymore, Mabel. I guess I'm a wimp as you've called me more than once lately. And, I ain't settlin' for no mercy fuck; I still got a little pride left that you haven't yet trampled in the dirt.

"But tell you what. You get on the phone right now, and tell buttfuck that you're through with him and his forever, and that you're quitting your job at that cheapass dealership, and I will call it all square, and we can try and start over. How's that?" I said. I knew she wouldn't do it of course; I'd heard what she'd said on the phone.

"Jim, this is a bona fide offer. It's no mercy fuck. I want you. I know what I've said. I don't know what I was thinking. I was wrong. Come on back up. You won't regret it," she begged.

"Make the call," I dared her.

"Okay, Jim, if that the way you want it. Forget it," she said. "I wanted to make things right with you. But, you don't seem to be able to deal with what is. It's only sex with Dutch, but you may be forcing me to make it into something more."

"Now, that's the wife I've come to know and understand lately," I said. "Don't worry. You've got me by the balls, Mabel. I won't rock the boat. But, I ain't makin' love to someone who doesn't love me, and that's all there is to it." She stomped out and upstairs; she was clearly not happy that she couldn't entice me.

******

It was Wednesday morning. I'd worked hard the previous day, I'd had to get my hands real dirty on the job. That, along with the kids at night, and well, I was pretty well thrashed. So maybe it's not too surprising that I awoke startled to see and feel my wife was sucking my cock!

"What the!" I said wiping sleep out my eyes as I sat up forcing my cock to slip from her mouth. "Whaddya you doin'" I said.

"Helping you out, Jim, and you still are my big guy, no matter what you think," she insisted.

"No, Mabel, not while you still have anything to do with buttfuck," I said. "Period."

"Okay, Jim, if that's the way you want it. I tried," she said. She actually seemed genuinely disappointed. "And, I wish you'd quit calling him names. He's a good guy. He feels as bad as I do about you catching us that day. He really likes you, you know. He told me that he hopes you and he can be friends at some point in the future."

"Get this Mabel. He will always be buttfuck to me—period. He and I will always be mortal enemies no matter what happens to us. You tell him that.

"I'll be your legal husband, Mabel, because like I say you've got me by the balls on account of the kids. But, I will not be your lover. I will not lower myself to begging you for a mercy fuck. None of that is happening.

"You want me to go to the store and buy bread, I'll go. You need an escort to the ball so you can fuck your sex toy; I'm there for you. But, don't expect me to like it or love you. Okay? Whatever love I once held for you, Mabel, and it was a lot if you care to know, is dead now," I said.

For the first time since the blowup, I think I saw tears forming behind the façade that she'd been showing to me.

During the next few days, it was cool around the house. The enthusiasm that the kids had had just days before had wilted as their mother returned to form. It was Friday evening. I got a special request from Mabel.

"Jim, I need you to take the kids to the zoo tomorrow; they've been asking. I'm having a meeting here at the house that can't be interrupted. Am I understood," she said.

I snickered. I remembered her promise not to flaunt it in my face. Well, what the hell was this! "Why don't you just tell me you need your privacy to screw buttfuck," I said. You're not kidding anybody."

"Actually, I'm not," she said. "Then it came to me. I remembered the conversation with the Eric guy. It was him and his brother that she was going to fuck. I was sick to my stomach. Something had to break pretty soon or I would.

"Fine," I said. "Whatever." I was actually happy, I was going to get it all recorded. Maybe this was the break I was hoping for. She was overconfident. A bad thing when you were screwing somebody over, somebody like me.

******

The kids and I had a ball. I liked the big cats. But, Johnny made us go back to the elephants twice; it was a long walk back up that hill. Clara loved the flamingos best. We got back at dark. The house stunk of sex. Mabel was still in the shower. I could hear the water running.

I was putting together a quick dinner for two very tired children.

"Hi, kids," said Mabel. "How was the zoo?" She was buoyant.

"Good mom," said Clara, not looking up from her mashed potatoes.

"Yeah, mom," said Johnny. "I liked the elephants best," he said.

"Really?" said Mabel. "I like the elephants too." Johnny smiled. But, Clara seemed to be ignoring the proceedings. "Which did you like best, Clara?"

"I don't know. Everything, I guess. Just bein' with dad and Johnny mostly," she said. "You should have come too, mommy."

Whatever revenge I was going to be able to visit upon this woman in the coming days and weeks, none of it was going to sting my soon to be ex-wife more than those words to her from our daughter.

Mabel's face paled. Now she was now going to be forced to apologize and lie. I actually felt sorry for her. I butted in, "You're mom had a business meeting kids. She just couldn't be with us. I know she wanted to be. Right, honey?" I said.

She looked at me strangely. "Oh my yes, I wanted to be with you guys," she said, finally. "Really."

The kids all but passed out as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Mabel and I were getting ready for bed. We still shared the same room, same bed, same everything; we just didn't touch each other.

"You won't let me give you a mercy fuck, Jim. How about one in gratitude for what you said to the kids for me," she said.

"No," I said.

"Jim..."

"Listen, woman, you know the deal. Tell buttfuck to go to hell and take his fucking job with him, and then maybe we might be able to do something. Until then don't waste my time," I said. I slid into bed and moved to the far side where I let the sandman take over.

The day was Sunday. I got my marching orders early.

"Jim, we have to go to a party tonight. You said you'd be my escort to these things if I needed you. Well I do," she said.

"No problem," I said. "Where to?"

"The Millers'," she said.

"What! Buttfuck's!" I nearly screamed.

"You promised, Jimmy," she said. "I'm holding you to it."

"Let me ask you, Mabel. Would it do any good for me to hold you to your marriage vows? They qualify as promises don't they?" She all but sneered at the analogy. Finally she just ignored me. "Are you taking me or not?"

"Why yes, dear," I said. "I keep 'my' word."

"That was uncalled for," she retorted.

"You can't be serious," I said. And I walked off. I was going to take her to the party all right, but I had my own agenda. It was going to be hosted by the man who was cuckolding me, but I didn't give a shit about that, I was looking at this as an opportunity. I was going to be talking to the man's wife, that is if I had the chance, and I couldn't foresee a scenario where I wouldn't.

That the two of them would allow me to get that close to his wife was perhaps an indication of their confidence in themselves; their confidence was misplaced.

******

Mabel was beautiful. She wore a red sheath dress that hugged her curves exquisitely. She smelled great, her hair looked great. Her come-fuck-me heels were five-inchers; I actually got a hardon looking at her. The pearls she wore were real; I had given them to her on our first anniversary. They were a token of my absolute love and commitment.

The ride over was quiet in the main. But I couldn't get over her wearing the pearls I'd given her on that long ago anniversary. I had to say something.

"I remember those pearls," I said. "I gave them to you on our first anniversary. They were given with all of the love I had, every last ounce of it." I felt tears well up inside of me, but I fought them down.

"They are one of the loveliest things I own," she said. "I remember when you gave them to me. I wore them to honor you tonight, no matter what you think."

"If you honored me at all you wouldn't be making me part of this farce, Mabel. But if you please, just don't run off and fuck him tonight, okay. If I can't have your love at least show me that small shred of respect and not humiliate me in public," I said.

She looked over at me. She wore an exasperated expression. "Of course there won't be anything like that happening tonight, Jim. His wife will be there. Oh, and I don't have to tell you to be careful what you say around her. I mean, if she divorces him, Jim, I'll be doing the same to you. Just remember that. Remember the children."

Her playing the custody card really pissed me off. I turned to look at her. It was dark in the car. But, I am sure that she felt my stare.

She had to say it. "Jim, I know things are rocky for us right now. But, I am still hoping that in time you will come around, and we can be like we were, like we should be," she said. I was white knuckling the steering wheel. This had to end soon, this charade.

We arrived, and were ushered into the backyard where a substantial number of people were already gathered. The smell of the barbecue was enticing in spite of my frame of mind. I hadn't eaten since the previous evening, and the most primal of Maslow's hierarchical needs was controlling me.

The voice behind me chilled me. "Hello, Jim," said buttfuck. "Uh—I hope we can start becoming friends tonight. It would be to both our benefits. I mean that sincerely." I turned and looked the man up and down. I was absolutely floored by the arrogance of his words. The two of them had to have planned this assault on my mind. They had to be trying to brainwash me. But the sliminess of it made my skin crawl. I turned away and meandered among the guests. I didn't know any of them. I didn't want to. Well, not until I met her.

"Hi, she said. "I'm Lucy, Lucy Callens. You're not from the dealership are you?"

"No, just escorting tonight," I said. I inclined my head to where Mabel was talking to a small group of young men. I wondered idly if she was trying to score, or if they were. I realized I really didn't give a fuck. I was there to see buttfuck's wife, and feel her out as to how to destroy the two adulterers if I could.

"Really. You seemed lost," she said. "Anyway, I'm lost and have no escort. I'm a long time college friend of Helen's. She said I might meet some eligible men here tonight. So far no luck though.

"Is she your wife?" she said. indicating Mabel across the yard.

"Yes, for now," I said. Now why did I say that? I didn't know. Yes, I did. I wanted to get to know this woman that I had just met one-point-three minutes ago.

"Really? Problems?" she said, obviously surprised by my words and unemotional tone.

"Big and bad ones," I said. "But, let me apologize. I didn't come here to vent. Like I said, I'm escorting her; we have kind of an arrangement."

Lucy nodded. "Well, then, why don't you buy a girl a drink," she said.

"Thrilled to," I said. She took my arm and led me toward the makeshift bar. I got my martini, she got a manhattan. We moseyed over toward the wall that separated the yards in the fairly upscale subdivision.

The yard was large and featured a small pool and sundeck in one area separated by a large grassy patch from the patio with its barbecue pit. I didn't notice it. But two sets of eyes were on us, myself and Lucy that is.

"I think they're watching us," said Lucy.

I had been so caught up in talking to her, getting to know her that I really had forgotten why I was there. "Who?" I said looking up.

"You're wife and our host," she said. "Is he the one?"

"Huh? I don't know what you mean," I said.

"The one your wife is cheating with?" she said.

"Is it that obvious?" I said.

"It is now. Helen has suspected him of cheating on her for a long time. Now, we know with whom.

"I'm a lawyer, Jim. I really am Helen's friend from college. We both got our undergrad degrees at Stanford. But where she got her M.A. in the History of Art from there as well, I went off to law school at Northwestern. We stayed in contact though. We're like sisters.

" Stanford, Northwestern: I'm impressed. I'm an engineer, Cal Tech," I said.

"Ooh, baby, now I'm impressed. Jet Propulsion Lab, JPL, and all that, right?"

"Right, but I'm into logistical engineering, not Space Science. You know, designing systems to get product to wherever as fast and as economically as possible?"

She smiled. "No, but it sounds impressive." Her laugh made me feel good.

"So what are your plans to handle your—situation, Jim?" she said. The conversation had turned serious.

"Attorney client privilege?" I said.

"If you hire me," she said. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a C-note. I passed it to her. She folded it and stuffed it in her bra. I smiled at that.

"Consider yourself hired," I said. "I want out of the marriage, but I want custody of my children, anything less is not an option. "I'll live with her, if I have to, for as long as necessary to make sure she doesn't come between me and them."

"Wanna meet, Helen?" she said.

"I certainly do," I said.

Halfway to the house, we were intercepted by Mabel. "Hi, honey," she said. "Will you introduce me to your friend?"

"Mabel, this is Lucy. Lucy this is Mabel, my wife."

"Can I borrow my husband for a moment," said Mabel.

"Certainly," said Lucy.

Mabel led me to the edge of the patio. She was smiling to beat the band, but her words were a warning. "Remember our deal," she said. "No naughtiness on your part tonight. Are we clear?"

"We're clear. But you're talking to all of those men. Certainly I can talk to people too, right. You even said that I should look elsewhere if I wanted or needed relief, right?" That stopped her.

"You're looking to bed her?" said Mabel. "She's at least five years older than you. Find someone younger for goodnessakes."

"Oh, I get it. I can have a woman on the side, so long as she meets with your approval. I guess, you really do think you have me by the balls, don't you," I said, as sarcastically as I could. "Oh, please tell muh missy, when is duh massa gonna free the slaves?"

She shot me a searing look and walked off. I watched as I saw her sidle up to Dutch. He looked at her, looked around, and shooed her away. It was clear he didn't want any complications tonight. I had to smile at that. It was a small victory for my side, but it was a victory nonetheless.

Having rejoined Lucy we headed into the house, into the kitchen. A handsome woman ten years my junior was mixing some more salad.

"Helen, I have a friend for you to meet," said Lucy, as she presented me to the other victim of my wife and her husband. "Helen this is Jim Layton. His wife works for your husband, and oh, sleeps with him."