Vetting a Marriage Ch. 01

Thirty five years of marriage, and the habits of life are hard to break. I wanted to go over to the couch and comfort her, but I could not. I wanted her to be in pain.

"So, if you told them you would not do it again, why did you?"

"Sylvia and Vanessa came to me and told me that I had to. That if I didn't have sex with Scott and Tom they would go and tell you what I had done with Brad and that you would leave me. Phil wouldn't do it with me, I think because of his respect for you. They said that all I had to do was do it two more times, once with Scott and Becky and once with Tom and Vanessa, and that would be it. I would never have to do it again. So I did. And both times it was exactly the same as the first time. I never looked at or touched the man, they just shoved it in, punished me with their cock, and then I got sick. I'm so sorry. It was so wrong, and I should never have done it."

I walked over to my desk, and held up the file. "Well, your story agrees, for the most part, with this. This is the FBI file of your little treatment for sexual dysfunction. I received this today while sitting in my sister's office, as she told me all about it."

"Oh my god! Linda knows."

"Linda, the FBI, and likely the President of the United States. Good job. And speaking of jobs, I will now not be named Secretary of the Department of Education. All because of your decision to get fucked by other men."

"Honey, I'm so sorry, but why would something I did over 30 years ago stop them from appointing you?"

"Embarrassment to the administration, of course. Plus, I really wouldn't be able to focus on my confirmation and appointment as I am going through a divorce, would I?"

"Divorce? No, please. I love you so much. I made a horrible mistake -- okay, more than a mistake, but it was a long time ago. Can't we get past this?"

"Well, dear wife of mine --we might have been able to, if that was all you did. But the FBI also found out that while I was a congressman and senator you got together with Tom House at least 17 times, with Scott Malden 26 times, and Brad Quarters at least 34 times. Now, I'm not sure why that stopped when I became governor -- although it might have been due to the constant presence of the State Police with you at all times, but I'm sure now that we no longer have police protection you will be back to fucking your old boyfriends. And since you had sex with other men almost as often as you reluctantly had sex with your loving but clueless cuckold of a husband, we are done."

"No Marty, that's not right! You don't understand!"

I walked to the door, turned and looked at my wife. "Good bye, Emily. And since I can't trust you as far as I can throw you -- and with all the weight you've gained, that is not very far, I have made adjustments to our finances. And I have spoken to the kids. They both know what you've done, the extent of your lies, and how all this is your fault."

I slammed the door. Behind me I heard Emily crying, "NO! NO! NO!"

I would never set foot in that house again.

I drove toward Baltimore, the trunk filled with several suitcases and other odds and ends. I checked into the Inner Harbor Marriott, ordered room service (I hadn't eaten all day), and set about my plans. I had some lives to mess up.

My life was already destroyed.