Replaced Ch. 01

I had a sudden thought. Had Sheila been cheating on me back then? Should I do a DNA test for paternity of my kids? No, I knew that would not matter. I was their Dad. Besides we share enough similarities physically they had to be mine. But then the next thought. I had approached the idea a few times we should have more kids. Sheila always said she never wanted more. Damn! Was she having affairs and did not want to take a risk on getting knocked up by some strange male? Have I been duped for years?

She was always very loving. She never denied me anything in the bedroom and we had an active sex life. Anal was something neither of us was interested in trying. I always envisioned pulling out of her ass and her shitting on the bed. That was just gross. But now I wondered if she had anal sex with any of her previous lovers if there were any. Was my whole marriage a sham? I could not squelch that thought.

"Hey are you alright, buddy?" the bartender asked, breaking me out of my reverie. I nodded. "Let me guess. Problems at home. Maybe a cheating wife. Customers this time of day usually have that same problem." He looked pointedly around the bar at the other patrons, mostly solitary, sipping their drinks. I nodded again. "I'll tell you the same thing I tell all the others and believe me there are many of you in the same boat. Try to sit back and think about where you WANT to be rather than where you are. Don't worry about the cost in terms of money. Think about the cost in terms of your happiness and your self respect. You need to take care of your own well being before you can take care of anybody else."

I laughed and asked, "How is a bartender such a psychologist?" His answer surprised me.

"I went through it myself." the bartender said. "Oh I paid big money to a shrink and a marriage counselor who both tried to convince me to accept what my bitch of a wife did and still wanted to do. I said fuck that. I divorced the bitch and moved away. I always thought I'd like to tend bar. So here I am. Take my advice or don't." I finished my beer, stood and paid my fifteen dollar tab dropping an extra twenty on the bar. I nodded to the guy and walked out the door.

I was a mess mentally when I got to Karen's house. She had taken off early in case I wanted to meet up before the kids got home. They were still out. Karen had obviously started drinking. She had a beer in her hand. She was not drunk, but had a running start. I got a beer for myself. "The kids made sure they interrupted Sheila again if she had an encounter planned." Karen giggled. "Then they went out."

She realized immediately I was not in a good frame of mind and asked me what was going on. I told her my thoughts. All my imaginations while I sat at the bar thinking about my life, my marriage.

"Both those kids are yours. I see you in Darren when I look at him." Karen said. "The same with Sharon."

'What about the rest?" I asked. I was not sure if I wanted reassurance or validation for my concerns. I got neither.

"Who knows?" Karen said. "A week ago I would have said Sheila was a loyal wife. She told me many times over the years how much she loved you and how happy she was to be with you. Now I have to wonder. I will tell you one thing she said to me a few years ago. Well, I guess not too long before the Covid lockdown. Now I need to preface this by saying we always talked about personal stuff. No secrets, well a few.

One day she asked me if I ever experimented with another girl. We were drinking at the time but I remember it like it was this afternoon. I told her no. She said something about she had not either but might consider it under the right conditions and how it might be fun to try. I wonder now if she more serious than she let on and was trying to get my reaction. I laughed and told her I might also."

"Yeah?" I asked. I knew I should not go there but I did. "What other wild fantasies have you entertained?"

"Asshole!" Karen declared, then smirked. "I am not gonna lie. I have a VERY active imagination. I have imagined myself in many situations. Lesbian, anal, threesomes, domination play, even gang bangs. Some things got me hot and some made me cringe, but I thought about everything I ever heard about that was sexual. Not that I acted on any of it."

"Will you tell me what turned you on the most?" I asked as I sipped my beer. "Your favorite wild fantasy." I'd had enough alcohol my inhibitions were flattened. It was obvious Karen was well past that point.

"Fuck no!" Karen said instantly, giggling. Then she caught herself. "I will tell you the one thing that prevailed. In reality, I could only have sex with one guy, the right guy. He could use me any way he wanted but I would not share him with another woman or me with another man. I'm not into sharing. Well, I might share my guy with another woman," Karen giggled. "I never tried anal sex, but I have pushed toys up my butt. I read a lot of stories online. Judging from them I am pretty vanilla, at least in person. My fantasies are a LOT more uninhibited." I smiled but did not want to break her mood by reacting. Then she got quiet, thinking.

"So you still have never had sex with another woman?" I asked, prompting her.

"No but I fantasized about it." Karen answered, blushing. "Actually I have pictured myself in bed with you and Sheila. I developed a whole story about that. Please don't ask!"

I realized she was both reluctant to reveal her secret fantasies and at the same time wanted to expose them. She just needed a little push. "Tell me!" I ordered. Karen shuddered. I could tell she was aroused, Why she had suppressed her desires this long was a still a puzzle. She never let on. "I've had a couple." Karen admitted. "One of my main ones start with you and I fucking. I don't know how that came about but we are. Sheila comes into your bedroom and catches us in the act. She obviously knew what we were doing and was ready. She demands I lick her pussy if I am going to fuck her husband and climbs up on my face. She sits there pinching and twisting my nipples while I eat her to orgasm after orgasm. You finish up and Sheila makes me suck your cock clean. She spanks me and has me agree to serve both of you whenever you demand. You will both use me as your whore. Well I guess the term is slut. FUCK! This is embarrassing!"

I was almost as excited hearing this as she was telling it. I knew I could bend her over the table right then and fuck her. I certainly wanted to but I was not about to actually do it. "Wow! That is surprising. I have to tell you I am barely keeping from taking you right here." I blurted before I could censor my mouth. My brain to mouth filter was gone.

"And I'd let you if you ordered me." she said, her eyes glistening. I could see her pupils were dilated with arousal.

"Were you more aroused fantasizing about submitting to Sheila? Or the fucking?" I asked.

Karen giggled nervously. "Both. Of course it did not make sense that I'd just give up and submit like that, but in my fantasy I have no choice. Sheila started making demands and then you jumped on board and both of you would use me whenever you wanted. I never would act on it it real life." Karen blushed harder. "Well, to be truthful I came close to telling Sheila that fantasy when she asked me if I'd been with another girl. I was curious if she was fishing or just talking shit. I was scared how she'd take it. She might get pissed thinking I wanted you. Or she might have ordered me to stand up and strip and take advantage of the situation. Or she might laugh at me. I'd be so humiliated if she ridiculed me." I asked her what she would have done if Sheila had pushed her.

"I don't know. I might have been too chicken to take the plunge. But I'll tell you I got myself off so many times that night imagining she did I was sore the next morning." Karen said smiling. "I really ramped up the scene beyond the original with imagining all kinds of nasty stuff she did to me and of course you getting in on the act. My submitting to her was the price of having you." She took a few gulps of her beer. "Do you think I'm a pervert?" she asked shyly.

"No, just kinky." I replied. I tried hard to keep from chuckling. "Now I AM enough of a pervert to imagine me ordering you to go over and confess your fantasy to Sheila." I thought she was going to choke.

"You wouldn't really do that would you?" she gasped. "I will do anything you ask of me but please don't make me do that." she added in a small voice.

"I wouldn't do it now knowing what Sheila has been up to. I want nothing to do with her." I said and Karen relaxed. "But I'll tell you this. If you had told me this fantasy a week or so ago before everything turned to shit, I'd have ordered you to do exactly that." Karen shuddered. I wondered if she had a slight orgasm. She smiled and said she would have done it too.

Our discussion was interrupted by the kids coming in. Karen turned from slut to mom mode and asked Rachael to turn the oven on to cook the casserole she had prepared. I asked the kids what they did to mess with Sheila. Karen had hinted at it earlier.

"Oh we just went over to the house a little before noon. I parked my car in the drive. We were peaking out the window but we were careful to not be seen. Mom pulled up into the driveway and sat there for a minute behind my car. The guy pulled up right behind her. Then they drove away. I checked a little while later to see where they went. They went to that little restaurant down the street from her office again." Sharon said. "We almost thought she'd come inside to see what we were doing but she didn't. I'm guessing she did not have time to think of an excuse for coming home in the middle of the day. We left Darren over here just in case."

I told them Sheila would be served the next afternoon at work. I wanted to let her coworkers see it happen. I had no idea if anybody suspected she was having an affair but thought it likely. The rumor mill would definitely be churning by close of business. I told the kids I would call them as soon as it was about to happen. I wondered how long it would take Sheila to call us. I 'suggested' they answer when she did. "First one to get the call wins fifty dollars." I said to cheers and laughter from Sharon and Rachael.

"No fair!" Darren declared, laughing. "Sharon is gonna get called first. We are still supposed to be at the lake." Everybody laughed. I told them I'd revise that to be if both of them get called before I do all three of them get a fifty. "Are you going to be here at the time so we can listen to what she says?"

"Nope." I said. "I have the information I need to tell the asshole's wife what he has been doing. I'll be at her job. Turns out she works at a clothing store in the mall. She has two kids, a boy and a girl in middle school. She might be at home since the kids should be on break. I'll check in the morning." Sharon wanted to know what store. I told her Claire's Boutique. Both Sharon and Rachael squealed.

"We go in there all the time!" Sharon said. "I bought some of my cutest tops in there." Rachael agreed.

I revised my plans for the next morning when Darren said they had one more opportunity to mess with Sheila before the 'big reveal' as he called it. They were going to interrupt her nooner again. I said I wanted to be there and watch and asked what they had in mind. Sharon shook her head. "You'll see tomorrow. I'm still working on my script."

Sharon and I were sitting across the street behind my neighbor's fence at eleven forty five. We practiced with our phones zooming in and out to focus on our garage door. At that distance I had to rest the phone on the fence to keep it from shaking. Darren and Rachael had dropped us off and now waited parked in Sharon's car around the corner in the opposite direction from Sheila's normal route. Sure enough, right at noon Sheila drove up. We watched as the garage door opened and she pulled inside. Seconds later the Audi arrived. I watched the man get out and walk inside. The door closed.

Sharon hit an icon to call Darren. "The snakes are in the grass." she said. "I'll call when it goes down."

I started laughing. 'Snakes in the grass? Is that like the birds are home to roost?" She grinned and told me she liked snakes better, saying it fit their sneaking around. She looked at her watch for the time. They guessed seven minutes would be enough. They joked that the cheaters would probably not waste a bit of time since their last two rendezvous had been disrupted.

She nodded at me to begin filming. I turned my phone to video her make her call. "Hey, Mom!" Sharon began. "Rachael and I were thinking we could meet up with you for lunch. Maybe hit that sandwich shop down by your office. We don't have anything for lunch here." I could hear Sheila say she was sorry but she had already gone out for lunch and was about to eat. "Okay, no problem. We'll just go with Plan B. I saw a frozen pizza in the freezer at home. We'll just head over there and get it. Bye!" Sharon hung up without giving Sheila a chance to respond.

We both got our phones ready, focused across the street. Less than than two minutes later the garage door began to raise. As soon as we saw it begin to go up, we started to record. The door was up just far enough to get under when we saw the man run out. He was barefoot, carrying his shoes, his shirt unbuttoned. It looked like he had not even fastened his belt. He dropped one shoe as he scrambled to get his keys out of his pants pocket and unlock the door. I was doing my best to keep from cracking up and shake the phone. He backed down the drive and shot off down the street. I did not get a clear view of Sheila, but mere seconds later, she backed out of the garage and down the drive, following the Audi.

"I wonder if Mom grabbed her panties and pantihose." Sharon giggled as we stood. "She was wearing a dress and she always wears hose. Maybe she stuffed them in her purse. I know she did not have time to get them on. I'll bet she is carrying her bra too." She called Darren. We were across the street and unlocking the front door to my house when he pulled up.

Sharon walked ahead of me straight to my (former) bedroom. The door had been closed. The covers were pulled back to the foot of the bed. Sharon giggled and picked up a pair of panties and boxer shorts. I noticed the panties were some of Sheila's fanciest, sheer and scanty. "No hose. I guess Mom went back to work commando." She showed her trophies to Darren and Rachael. She spread the undergarments very carefully on the bed. His on my side of the bed and Sheila's where she sleeps. Then she went to where Sheila kept her makeup. "Do you want to do the honors?" she asked Darren. He shook his head.

When she began to write on the sheet, I exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Sharon did not reply.

"You said you had no use for the bed and bedding." Darren answered. He pointed at what Sharon had written in Sheila's red lipstick. "Slut" with an arrow pointed towards the panties. The word "Asshole" was under the boxers with an arrow. Sharon dropped the still uncapped and now ruined lipstick on the bed. We left.

Darren took my phone and sent all the video I had taken to his phone and I guess to the cloud. We drove back to Rachael and Karen's house. This time I took my car and Darren drove his. For a brief moment, I wondered if I should leave my truck out in the open at Karen's. I decided I might as well. Darren had other ideas. He said Sheila would be angry enough at Karen seeing both his and Sharon's cars parked outside without seeing our truck. He was going to relocate the truck to the motel parking lot where we were staying. I went along with his decision. The kids had this planned.

One forty five that afternoon found me parking in front of Jason Turner's home. His wife Lisa had taken the week off. I guessed she wanted to be home with her kids since they were on break. When I called the store to ask for her earlier they simply said she was on vacation but would take a message and have her call me. I wondered where her store got the name "Claire's Boutique".

A late model SUV sat in the drive. I guess Jason got the fancy car to drive while she got the 'family' vehicle. I walked to the door and rang the bell. A pretty woman answered the door quickly. She had brown hair, looked to be in her mid-thirties, slim and seemingly fit although that could be hidden under the casually fashionable clothes she was wearing. Her clothing was not what I would have expected to see on a woman on vacation. I identified myself and asked if she had a few minutes to talk. She was naturally on guard with a strange man on her doorstep. I saw her hand in her purse. "What about?" she asked politely.

I made a point to look at her purse. "Believe me. You will want to hear what I have to say." I said. "Your husband works with my wife." Her expression changed.

She took her hand out of her purse and said, "There is only one reason I can think of a man would come to my house to tell me our spouses work together. The son of a bitch has done it again. Maybe you better come inside." She stepped back. I said we should not say anything where her kids could overhear. She shook her head. "I dropped them off at a friend's house. They are going to have a sleepover tonight. I was just about to go to my store. The weekend is a busy time and this being Spring Break, the young people are out shopping." I nodded and told her my daughter and her friend had said they had bought some of their nicer tops at her store. She offered a slight smile at the compliment.

She offered me something to drink which I refused. "I am guessing you have proof and not just suspicions?" she asked. I nodded and told her I had video proof. I gave her a quick rundown of the week's events. She laughed when I told her about how Darren and Sharon were messing with their mother. "I'd like to meet them. Well, under other circumstances than this. They seem they have character and a sense of justice." She asked why I waited until today to contact her. I told her my wife was due to be served about now and I expected a phone call soon after.

"You realized what was going on right away." I offered. "I expected a different response."

"We moved here because Jason had done the same thing in Baton Rouge about three years ago." she told me. "Like an idiot, I gave him a second chance after we went to counseling. I had an eight year old and a nine year old and I wanted to do whatever I could to keep the family intact. Not disrupt their lives too much. He lost his job and relocating was the only option I gave him." I asked about the name of the store and mentioned how quick she got it up and running. Sharon said it had been there for a few years. She smiled. "My sister and I formed the company when we graduated college. Her name is Claire. That 'rings' better than Lisa's boutique. When we moved over here, it was simple for me to set up another store. Same vendors, and administrative stuff. We've expanded into Metairie already and were planning to open a store in Lake Charles later this year. The good thing is my soon to be ex cannot get a dime from my holdings. Not only did we set up our corporation before I got married, I have a pre-nup."

My phone rang. I apologized to Lisa and answered. I put the call on speaker. "What the Hell?" Sheila exclaimed. "Divorce? Why?"

"You are really asking WHY?" I said. "I am amused, you are so clueless." She kept up her pretense. "I have neither the time nor the inclination to talk with you. I suggest you get a lawyer and have him or her contact mine. I also suggest you start looking for a place to live. I plan to put the house on the market as soon as possible. That should be somewhere in the papers you received." She began to sputter something about the kids and I cut her off. "I'll make arrangements for the kids. IF they want to live at home, I will pay half the mortgage and utilities. You will be responsible for the rest. That's in the papers you got too. I offered a few more options. Read them. I will be stopping by from time to time to get my things. I'll try to time my trips when you are not home. But I will tell you right now, I better NOT find an Audi there anytime." That got an audible gasp. I hung up.