Paper Matches

After a few minutes of fidgeting in her seat Linda said, "I've decided to stop taking my birth control pills after I finish this month's supply. I've done a bit of calculating, and my first fertile period will be during the week after your next trip to Colorado Springs. Is that okay with you? I'm not saying I'll be likely to get pregnant that first chance we have, but it could happen."

Bill took a sip of his coffee before replying, "I told you that it's up to you. I'd like to have children, but I'm fine with whatever you decide; you know that."

Linda was obviously overjoyed by his answer, and quickly jumped up from her seat, causing her coffee cup to be jarred sufficiently to slop coffee over the edge and onto the table it was on. "Oh, thank you, Bill! That's just the right answer!"

She jumped onto his lap, causing a small wave of coffee from his cup to splash onto the small table beside his chair. Neither of them noticed the dripping coffee as Linda tried to reward her husband with a series of passionate kisses.

Bill was beginning to dread being even this intimate with her, but he finally accepted the fact it would be much too suspicious for him not to want to touch her at all. His plans for his revenge were beginning to jell, and he accepted that sometimes a successful campaign required some sacrifices.

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It was only five after eight in the morning when Bill Phillips walked into the Technical Services Department and called over his friend Jason. He could hardly contain the grin on his face.

"I brought you a coffee, Jason. Can I take a couple minutes of your time? I have to tell you something; it's a really good story."

The two men walked together into the empty conference room where they had met on a couple of occasions earlier, and sat down with their coffees before Bill began his little story.

"You know how I've been trying to figure out how to avoid having sex with my cheating wife, and how hard that was going to be until I get everything set up. I mean, I haven't even had my meeting with my lawyer, yet."

Jason nodded his head and answered, "I know you were concerned about it, worried that you were going to find it hard to pull off."

Bill grinned and quickly said, "Well, I was in the Doctor's office yesterday to get samples taken for STD testing and, and I overheard a conversation he had with another patient. The guy had a Urinary Tract Infection, and the doctor gave him a prescription and told him he should avoid unprotected sex until the infection was cleared up. After listening to that conversation I came up with an idea that worked out great."

"After my appointment, I went into the Pharmacy next door and bought a bottle of vitamins. Then I paid the Pharmacist to put 14 of them into a blister pack, the kind they use for the elderly. It cost me an extra two dollars for that, which was cheap for what it let me do."

Jason cut in, asking, "Is that the type of packaging where you push the pill out through some aluminum foil? I think I have cold tablets like that."

Bill nodded his head and continued, "That's what I mean. Anyway, I came back here and printed up a couple of dummy labels for the package. I even put an expiry date on it. Took me two minutes to find the information I needed on the Internet, and maybe five minutes to print up a couple of good looking labels."

Bill laughed before adding, "Linda bought it, hook, line and sinker. I even picked up a urine sample bottle from the clinic before I left. My wife is so concerned that I may have passed it on to her that she gave me a sample to 'drop off at the doctor's office' for her. I dropped it in the trash on my way to work, and tomorrow I'll call her at work to let her know that she's okay."

Jason shook his head and said, "That sounds pretty devious, Bill. I doubt that I would have thought of anything like that."

"Well, I was desperate to think of something, and when I overheard that conversation I was wishing I could have been the one with the UTI. Then when I thought about my plan for disrupting that bar's business, it didn't take long to come up with this idea. If it turns out that my test for STDs is clear, and I have to think it should be, that will be an added bonus."

Bill laughed again and continued, "The first thing this morning she brought me my 'prescription' to have with my coffee. I think Linda may even be worried that she gave me the infection as a result of her screwing around. If I wasn't scared that she would call the doctor's office herself for the results I'd let her stew about that for a few days."

Bill answered a few of his friend's questions before going back to his office, now more inspired than ever. His plans to exact some small measure of revenge were coming together, and he would no longer have to worry about how to avoid having sex with Linda. He couldn't have been happier.

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During the remaining days of the week Bill tackled his work with renewed vigor, pleased that he had set himself a course of action with regards to how he was going to handle the situation with Linda. He had received the expected letter from the Montgomery County Health Department, and it suited his purposes completely.

During his lunch hour on Friday he scanned both the letter and the envelope it arrived in, transferring the images to the MR Plans folder on his computer. He was beginning to get a good handle on what he was going to do to exact his revenge. There was only one aspect that would likely go unfulfilled, and that was a method to somehow punish the two university students who had come to his home at night.

There was still literally no way to discover their identities, and after discussing the situation with Jason, he had to agree with his friend that really, they were behaving typically for guys their age who were offered a free piece of tail. It wasn't as though they had searched out his wife intentionally; instead it was actually the other way around.

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Over the course of the week Bill had come to accept that he was going to have to tackle the damning videos again. He had to know all the details of what was actually on them, because he was going to need to work with images from those files to pursue parts of his new agenda. As his simple desire to divorce his wife had now morphed into more elaborate plans, he knew there was no way that he could avoid viewing the video images again, and listening to the telephone recording.

Chapter 5

Early Saturday afternoon Linda left to do some shopping, and seconds after the sound of the garage door announced that she was on her way, Bill headed to the computer room. He intended to listen to the telephone recording only, as he was not yet prepared to watch the videos again.

It took him out over half an hour to listen to the phone calls up to the end of his Thursday night call from Colorado Springs. He found it unusual to listen to his conversations with his wife, as it was almost as though they were both reading from a script. It seemed as though he knew every word that was going to be coming a second before it was spoken. In all of the recordings prior to his Thursday night call he hadn't found anything unusual in the recordings.

When that call was finished he turned up the volume a little bit and noticeably tensed up, knowing in his heart that the next call was in some way related to what happened later.

"Hello Denise; it's Linda."

"Did he call? I've been expecting him to call late, and hold us up."

"No, everything is fine. Bill called right on time. You know him; as dependable as a Swiss watch." Linda gave a short laugh before she continued, "I'm all ready to go, and you can pick me up anytime."

"Okay, Linda. I'm only a few blocks away. I'll blow the horn when I get out in front of your place."

"Just don't overdo it. I don't want the neighbors to start looking out their windows. One of them might mention something to Bill about you picking me up. He can't know about this, or even have a reason to suspect anything."

"I'll be there within five minutes or so. I would've been there by now, but I had to stop at the pharmacy for some condoms."

Linda giggled before saying, "It's a good thing you thought of that again. You know I don't have any because Bill has never needed them, and we certainly can't depend on those guys to have any."

"No, they seem to only think with their dicks." Denise laughed and added, "I hope I find a 'deep thinker'."

Linda laughed and just said, "Goodbye Denise."

Listening to his wife talking about him the way that she had multiplied the anger that had been rising in him as he listened to their call. He made a separate copy of that conversation before continuing to listen to the telephone conversations after that one. There was nothing else of any interest to him. Once he listened to Linda's call a second time to make sure that his copy of it was good, he deleted all of the rest of the telephone recordings.

It had been over a week since he'd seen the video evidence of his wife's betrayal, and he had perhaps become a little complacent with the memories he had of watching excerpts of that surveillance footage. He'd almost been able to react normally when he was around his wife, but now, after listening to the recording of her speaking to Denise, the worst of the feelings returned. He really hoped he'd be able to make her feel as badly as he felt now.

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For the rest of the weekend Bill did his best to keep himself away from Linda, mainly by spending most of the daylight hours working in the yard and spending time in the garage organizing the contents. Naturally he was unable to avoid her at meal time or when it came time to go to bed. Fortunately the time he had spent working during the day gave him a ready-made excuse for going directly to sleep after his shower.

On Sunday he phoned his sister Sandy from the telephone in the garage. He didn't expect Linda would pick up the phone, but even if she did he was ready with an explanation. His call was to ask his sister to join him for lunch to discuss something. She owned a flower shop in Miamisburg, and she quickly agreed to join him at a quiet restaurant across the street from her shop, suggesting Monday would be convenient.

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By coffee time on Monday morning he had begun work on his project that was intended to bring at least some grief to The Puma's Den. It was his intention to Photoshop the letter and envelope that he had received from the Montgomery County Health Department to create an apparent official notice from them, warning of a minor epidemic of HIV connected in some way to the bar.

It was a good thing that his department ran smoothly and efficiently without a lot of hands-on management being required. This was the direct result of his efficiency in setting it up and keeping things as up-to-date as he could. When it was necessary the company knew that they could rely on Bill to work whatever hours were necessary to solve a problem, so no one felt it was necessary to monitor his activities hour by hour.

He soon had a working copy of his intended cover letter, and he printed off a sample just before he left for his coffee break. He took his first draft of the letter along with his cup of coffee, and went to see his friend Jason. While the text needed some work to make it more official sounding, Jason agreed that it was a very good first start. Together they worked at improving it while they drank their morning coffee.

"I like this part, Bill. You may have to make a slight change to it to accommodate some of the other things we were talking about, but otherwise it seems very good." Jason then proceeded to read the sentence from the supposed Health Department letter.

"A standardized study of incoming reports of HIV infections over the last three months has shown the Montgomery County Health Department that nine of the reported cases, five females and four males, have one significant thing in common; each of the newly diagnosed cases reported they had visited a local bar by the name of The Puma's Den, located on Indian Ripple Road at I675."

Bill was smiling as he said, "I sort of liked it myself. I think it's a good start anyway. It most definitely isn't legal to forge a document like this, and I hope you won't turn me in. You're probably the only one who could do that, because I don't intend to tell anyone else about this plan."

The two men laughed at the suggestion, and Jason finally replied, "I wouldn't dream of it, Bill. You're trying to do what most guys only wish they had done when their wives cheated on them. In fact, there are probably a lot of wives whose husbands cheated who would also applaud your efforts. You're a stand-in for all of us, of either gender, who were cheated on by a partner."

The two men continued their friendly discussion before Bill finally left to return to his office. After his productive lunch with his sister he found time in the afternoon to incorporate the changes that he and Jason had settled on and printed a new sample copy.

Before Bill left that day he made arrangements for another personal day off on Tuesday, as he had his lawyer's appointment in the afternoon, and he knew that continuing to postpone watching the surveillance videos was not going to make the task any easier to do. He had decided that he would pretend he was leaving for work, before doubling back to spend whatever time was necessary to deal with the videos.

The decision on how he was going to use them had already been made, and there was no way for him to get out of watching them, perhaps even several times over.

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Tuesday morning went as planned, and by 9:30 Bill was seated at his computer with a cup of coffee close by. He realized that he was stalling, trying to avoid watching the video evidence that he knew was going to cause him a lot of pain as he viewed it, and would severely test his resolve that he wouldn't confront his wife until he was totally ready. He knew he had to get at it though, as he had a long overdue appointment with his lawyer in the afternoon.

The video file was already cued up to the moment when the two couples entered the house, so he began by reviewing what took place in his living room. This time he concentrated on watching his wife only, ignoring Denise and her dark-haired date. Bill watched again as his wife's blouse was undone, and finally, just before the four of them left the living room, he watched as she removed it and her companion pushed her bra up above her breasts.

He then selected the camera in their bedroom, and was watching it in full screen mode when the image suddenly appeared as the motion sensor triggered the camera. Linda walked into the room first, and was in the process of removing her bra as she came in the door. Her blonde haired university student was grinning and unbuttoning his shirt. The tent that was formed in his tan colored slacks was obvious. Bill turned up the volume so that he would be able to hear what was said.

Linda turned around and asked,"Help me pull down the covers on the bed; I don't want them all messed up."

With his help the blankets and sheets were very soon in a heap on the floor at the end of the bed, and Linda waited while he came around the bed to meet her. They were soon kissing, and Linda was running her hands over his back beneath his shirt. Her partner was concentrating on her breasts, fondling and pulling at them, gently it seemed from the image Bill was watching.

"You are one hot woman."They broke their kiss and the man looked around the room, with his gaze settling on a recent 8 x 10 photo of Linda and Bill."Is he your old man? I guess he must be; that looks like a recent picture of you. I guess he just doesn't do it for you anymore."As he was saying his last sentence he turned back and attempted to kiss Linda.

She turned her head so that he couldn't get at her lips and said,"Oh, he still does it for me, all right. This is just going to be different. I don't want to hear any more comments about him."

They went back to kissing, breaking contact only when it was necessary so that they could undress each other. Bill watched as his wife was completely uncovered for this other man's pleasure. It was hard to watch, especially when she took his now hard cock and slowly jacked it. Her partner's fingers were busy in his wife's crotch, but she was turned at an angle so that Bill couldn't see the details.

"You have a nice cock. Nice and hard. Just make sure you don't put it in me without a condom. I mean it, so don't even try."

Bill watched as his wife reached for her purse, opened it, and withdrew a handful of individually wrapped condoms. He could even read the brand name as she put them on the dresser a few inches in front of the clock radio that wasn't just a clock radio. He sat there as though he was carved in stone, watching as she ripped open one of the packages and removed the thin latex condom inside.

The young man stood there and watched silently as she suddenly knelt in front of him and rolled the condom onto his hard erection. When it was fully in place she stood, took his hand, and walked him over to the side of the bed.

"I think you know what to do with it now. I've been hot for you ever since I first saw you in The Puma's Den."Linda sat on the edge of the bed and swung her legs onto it before sliding to the center. She slowly pulled her knees up before sliding her feet apart and spreading her knees. Any man who didn't know what was expected next definitely didn't deserve the title.

The only sounds that Bill heard from this point forward were small squeaks from the bed, a series of male groans, and a lot of the unintelligible sounds his wife made as she approached or achieved orgasm. After a few minutes of standard missionary sex, his wife wordlessly pushed her lover up, and when he had disengaged from her she quickly turned and got onto her knees, presenting her glistening slit to the camera and the hard cock poised behind her.

Linda's partner quickly slid himself into place and began pounding into her hard. The audio portion of the scene playing out in front of Bill was nearly the same as it had been the first time they coupled. Few words were spoken; mostly it was just a lot of primal sounds. As he watched, emotionless, but barely taking time to blink, he thought what he was seeing wasn't bothering him. That thought was soon proven wrong when he had to pause the image to dry his eyes.

Once he forced himself back into control, Bill watched for another couple of minutes before the still nameless man on screen in front of him froze in an obvious climax. He watched as his wife began to move herself back and forth, trying to reach the same euphoric state.

A few seconds later she succeeded, after which she slowly slid down on the bed, finally lying prone beneath her blonde lover. They stayed that way for less than a minute before he sat up behind her, carefully holding the condom in place as he shrank a bit inside it. Bill watched as the condom pulled off into his hand and he quickly reached over for a couple of tissues from a box on the bedside table.

Bill also watched emotionless, as the man quickly wiped away the semen that was about to drip from the end of his cock, and then wrapped the condom in the tissues.

"Where should I put this, Linda? I don't want to make a mess somewhere." Bill watched as his wife sat up and looked around.

"Put it in the wastebasket beside the bed, I'll take care of it later."He could tell his wife was a bit flustered as she continued speaking,"I forgot your name. I'm sorry."

"It's Dennis. Don't worry about it; it's not important."

Dennis joined her back on the bed, kissing her and fondling her breasts. In a few minutes he began to kiss them while his hand dropped to her pussy, and Bill could tell that he was alternating between finger fucking her and caressing her clit.