Your Cheatin' Heart Pt. 01

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The next thing I felt was my daughter Sofia climbing over my body to hug and kiss me. The sun was bright in the sky and when I looked down I realized that Jill was spooning in front of me with my hand on her breast. She turned over, gave me a sheepish look that told me she knew we were caught, and leaned over to kiss me. I was only expecting a quick peck, but she gripped my head and held it for more than a minute until we heard two sets of giggles. Only then did we open our eyes to see our two beautiful girls leaning over us.

"Are you getting up, Daddy? We're hungry. We want breakfast, don't we, Alicia?"

"We're getting up, but you guys have to leave and close the door behind you."

They were giggling again as they asked, "Why, Daddy?"

"Because we're not dressed, that's why! Now get moving." They didn't move an inch.

"Are you naked, Daddy?" Oh, why did we ever have children?

"Yes, we're naked. It's okay; your mom and I are married, but you are too old to see me naked so get your butts out of here now. If you don't I'll put you over my knee before you eat a bite." I pointed to the door and they ran out giggling. Jill climbed out of bed and closed the door behind them. She was back to me in an instant.

"Why don't you get dressed while I get breakfast started? How about an omelet and some bacon?"

"Sounds good, but...think it can wait for a few minutes?" I would have pulled her down, but she was already on the way herself. We kissed and held each other; I wasn't at all surprised when she moved my hand to her asshole.

"That's all yours now, too." She jumped up, grabbed a robe and was out the door a moment later. I swung my feet to the floor and struggled to the bathroom for much needed relief for my distended bladder. Once I was done I dressed hurriedly and joined my family in the kitchen. I kissed Jill's neck and wrapped my arm around her waist. "You're so wicked," she whispered as I released her to pour myself a big glass of grapefruit juice, knowing exactly what my daughters' reaction would be.

"Ewwww! That's nasty, Daddy!"

"No, it's really tasty—want some?"

"NO," they both exclaimed.

"Remember what I told you about Sicily? They grow all kinds of citrus fruits there, even lemons as big as oranges. We couldn't afford oranges—they were too expensive—so we ate grapefruit and I learned to love them. It all depends on what you are used to. You should ask your grandparents the next time you see them." Jill's phone vibrated—an incoming text. She looked at me, fear in her eyes.

I picked it up and opened the message—"It's not over until I say it is. I'll tell Rocco what a tramp you are if you try to stop."

I showed it to Jill, asking her, "Would you like me to respond?"

"Please."

I rarely text so my efforts were uncoordinated, but I thought the message was great—Rocky would be pissed at me, but he loves me and would forgive. However, he would probably kill you, especially after reading your text. Leave me alone. I don't want you any longer. I was naïve and stupid."

I showed it to Jill and she laughed, "A bit long, but otherwise right on target." I pressed the button to send it. Jill also received a text at 8:47, 9:02, 9:26, and 10:01 and several more throughout the morning. We did not respond to any of them, but kept them on Jill's phone in case we needed evidence sometime in the future. I could see a restraining order as a real possibility if this continued.

Jill told me she needed to take the girls shopping. "What about this phone? I'm afraid." I held her in my arms and kissed her then whispered how much I loved her. Then I took her phone and gave her mine instead.

"Just imagine what would happen if he was stupid enough to phone." She giggled, kissed my cheek and led the girls out the door. I stood outside to wave good-bye, lingering long enough to see if our neighbor tried to follow her. He didn't, luckily. However, he was as stupid as I had thought. Jill's phone rang about a half hour later. I decided to play dumb.

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Who the hell is this and why are you calling my wife's phone?"

"Uh, sorry—wrong number."

All of these phone messages helped me to make a decision. I phoned Pete. "Sorry for bothering you on the weekend, but I'm going to need some help Monday morning."

"How'd your discussion go?"

"Let me put it this way—she kept me up most of the night. It was great and I've mostly forgiven her, but her asshole refuses to take no for an answer. Can you have somebody here first thing Monday morning in case he tries to come over after I leave for work?"

"Yeah, I'll use the same two I've used all along—a Mutt and Jeff team. The big guy is intimidating, but the little guy is dangerous." We spoke for a while to firm up the arrangements then I called the mob.

When people think of organized crime they think of people named Angelo or Vincente or Salvador or Mario. I phoned someone much more dangerous than anyone I've ever known by those names—a Jew named Seymour Finkel. I spent five minutes on hold before he came to the phone. He knew his phone was tapped, probably by the FBI, so his words were measured as were mine. "Morning, Counselor."

"Morning, Mr. Finkel; I need to see you in regard to that legal matter we discussed."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's essential that we meet to review this. How's Monday for you? I can order in lunch from Ben's if you like."

"Sounds good—brisket on rye with mustard; get some of their coleslaw and pickles, too. Dr. Brown's Cream Soda would be good. What time?"

"Any time after twelve would work."

"See you at one."

All of our phone conversations were like this. We both knew there was no pressing legal matter to discuss, but he knew I wanted to see him about something I thought was important. He owed me. He'd be there on time to pay me back. His nephew thought he was the second coming of the godfather even though Seymour had wisely moved the organization into legitimate enterprises. Unfortunately, his nephew had apparently failed to see the light. He had beaten a store owner who had balked at paying protection, a scheme that had gone out of vogue decades ago due to pressures from the FBI and state police. Next thing he knew—Surprise! He was arrested and placed into the County Jail.

Rather than bail him out I convinced Seymour to let him stew for a week. In the meantime I had approached the store owner with a financial settlement. When he lost interest in the case and refused to testify the district attorney was stymied. Seymour had paid $250,000 and promised the man would never see his nephew again. Even the nephew knew better than to cross his uncle. All told I had spent roughly eight hours solving the problem, but charging Seymour nothing for my time. Sometimes a favor was worth much more than mere money.

There were more unanswered texts on Saturday and through Sunday, too. I could tell that Jill was afraid. I addressed the issue with her that evening as we prepared for bed—for another bout of fantastic sex. "Just trust me, Jill. I won't allow you to be harmed."

"But what will happen once you go to work? I'll be here all by myself. Oh, I wish I'd never allowed myself to get involved with that man."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he comes here. Do not open the door. Tell him to go away and leave you alone. Tell him once only and if he persists call the police. Tell them a man is trying to break into your house."

"What if he gets in? What if he breaks down the door?"

"You need to trust me. Julie will receive an envelope like the one I shared with you by ten and if Alex continues to harass you I'll be in court out in Hauppauge for a restraining order. I can have Pete serve him at home, assuming Julie lets him in. That will be the beginning of the end for him. Now I think I promised you something else."

Jill was in my arms, her legs intertwined with mine, a second later. As we had the past two nights, we were naked and I suspected we would be for many years ahead. I very much enjoyed the soft smoothness of her skin against mine; she told me she found the touch of mine reassuring. Tonight she pushed me onto my back, trapping my cock between our bodies. Spreading her legs opened her slit to me and she rubbed me into her moistness. It was sexy as hell, but all I could think of was if she had done this with that asshole. My thoughts must have been obvious because a bit later she whispered, "You're the only person I've ever done this with. He was always too impatient. Are we going to go through this every time I try something new? I read about this in Cosmo, okay?"

"I'm sorry; I need to learn to trust you again. Do both of us a favor and let me know..." She put her finger to my lips.

"I fucked him, that's all although that's bad enough. He always wanted to do it missionary so he could be in control. He came fast then we'd rest for about two hours and we'd do it again. Truthfully, he wasn't that great a lover. He was different and forbidden. I found that exciting, but now I realize that it was just stupid. I never licked or sucked him and he never licked me. Looking back I have trouble understanding why I did anything with him. Can we continue now? You've made me really horny." My response was a long hot kiss with my tongue down her throat.

Jill continued to rock and grind her slit onto my cock which was just about ready to erupt. Then she did something—I had no idea what—and I was inside her. Looking up I saw the love in her face and I realized that I had to trust her. It was part of my promise to never mention her infidelity after Friday night. She fucked me, but not for too long—she'd made me too hot with her earlier sexual gymnastics. I blew into her as she leaned down to whisper, "Two-not too bad considering. Let's go to sleep. We both have a busy day tomorrow." She kissed me again and laid her head on my shoulder.

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Alicia and Sofia always left for the school bus at 7:30 and I always left ten minutes later, driving past the bus stop to wave and blow kisses. I never had to worry about them. One of the other parents—a cop—was always there with his young son. This morning as I backed out into the road I noticed a metallic silver SUV just down the street with two guys who reminded me of Mutt and Jeff. I waved and they returned it. Where they were parked they had a good view of both our front door and the Hammonds' driveway. I felt better knowing that Jill would be safe.

My drive to work usually takes between thirty and forty minutes depending on traffic, accidents, and plain old driver stupidity. I usually took the Northern Parkway west to the Meadowbrook. These roads were designed by a bigwig state planner named Robert Moses to transport people in cars to and from a bunch of state parks in the area. They were designed to be used by cars and only cars, but every now and then a trucker from out-of-state gets on these roads only to find that the bridges are too low for their trailers. I can't tell you how many trailers I've seen with the tops sheared off and the goods spread across the road. When that happens my forty minute trip can become an hour longer. These are limited access roads; not as bad as an interstate, but still pretty bad.

Today I wasn't fifteen minutes away when my phone rang. Pete's men called—Alex was at the door, knocking at first, and banging on the door and screaming a minute later. I ended the call and rang Jill. "Call the police now," I told her when she answered. I stayed on the cell while she called on the land line. Pete's men detained Alex when he tried to run from the cops. He was arrested for harassment, a misdemeanor for which he'd be released on own recognizance which basically meant no bail, but also gave me reason for a restraining order. Once I reached the Meadowbrook Parkway I made a u-turn and drove instead to the Suffolk County court buildings in Hauppauge.

We lived in Suffolk County so the order had to come from one of their judges. If I got there early enough I could catch a judge to sign my order before courts opened for the day. Luckily, driving east as I was doing was much easier than driving west toward Nassau County and New York City. The court buildings are just a few miles beyond the end of the parkway and the parking lot was mostly empty at that hour—not even 8:30. I showed my photo I.D. along with my New York Bar card at security where I also asked if any judges were in yet. "Try Judge Cohen in Part 27 up on the second floor. He's always here early." I thanked them and walked briskly to the elevator. My knocks on the door were answered by a bailiff.

Once again I identified myself even though I'd appeared in Judge Cohen's court more than a dozen times. The bailiff had just told me to wait when I heard his honor calling to me. "Come on in, Rocco. I haven't seen you in months. How are you?"

"Fine, Your Honor, but I'm really here on business—personal business. I explained about Jill's affair and how she had tried to end it, but how Hammond had refused. When I told him how he had tried to force his way into our house he asked for the papers I had completed over the weekend. He signed and sealed three copies—one for Mr. Hammond, one for the court, and one for me. I was back in my car ten minutes later.

I phoned Pete en route to tell him I needed an order served then I phoned my office and told my secretary to contact the messenger service we used. I wanted a messenger ASAP, meaning before I arrived. Both were there when I walked in the door. I dealt with the messenger first, pulling Pete's second envelope from my safe. It was already addressed. "Make sure you deliver it to Mrs. Julie Hammond and no one else. Have her sign a receipt." Once he was gone I spoke with Pete.

"This is a restraining order on Alex Hammond. You know that he was arrested this morning, but I think he's stupid enough to try again so I want your men to stay with Jill. He'll be out of custody pretty soon and he'll either go back to Jill or he'll go to work. If he goes back to Jill have your guys call the cops as soon as he shows up. Have them explain that a restraining order is in effect, but he hasn't yet been served. I think the cops will take him back to the precinct so you can serve him there. Whatever, I want him served today." Pete agreed and I paid him both the thousand he'd asked for last week and the server's fee of $300. It was 10:30 and about time I returned to earning a living.

I worked on several cases until noon when I was told a Mrs. Hammond was on the line. "Hi, Julie."

"Do you know what your whore wife has been up to?"

"I think you'll find that Alex seduced her and you should know me well enough to know that I can prove it. I found out about it almost two weeks ago. That's when I hired the private detective. He's the one the firm uses so I know he's reliable. I confronted Jill Friday night and I know she sent Alex a text message that she wanted to end it. Since Saturday morning he's sent her more than thirty texts threatening her with exposure if she tried to stop. He was arrested this morning trying to break his way into our house. He'll be served with a restraining order sometime today. Hold on a second, will you?"

I picked up my business cell. It was Pete. "He's been served, Rocky and he wasn't happy about it. I explained that any violation would land him back in jail."

"Good work; I'm on the phone with his wife right now." I ended that call and returned to Julie. "Sorry, that was the detective. Alex has been served with the restraining order. Jill and I are staying together. She made a big mistake, but part of it was my fault, too. I took her for granted. Hard to believe, but she's really insecure about her body and her appearance. She told me she met Alex at church—the bake sale—and he was very flattering. Let's face it—he's a salesman. That's what he does. I'm not excusing Jill. She went along with it for more than ten weeks. I gave you a copy of the room use at the Marriott. What you decide is up to you. I do wish you the best. You certainly didn't deserve this kind of treatment."

"You're right, Rocky; what you don't know is that this isn't his first big mistake. It's his third that I know of. I told him two years ago that three strikes and you're out. This is his third strike. I don't know what I'll tell the kids."

"It's going to be hard. We'd like to shield our girls, if possible. After this morning I wouldn't be surprised if he went off the deep end when everything hits the fan." I ended the call after suggesting my associate, Steve Donaldson, to handle the divorce. "He's a shark...just like me." It was just past noon so I told my secretary to have one of the aides get an order of sandwiches from Ben's, a kosher deli just down the street from my office and the courts on Old Country Road.

NEXT: Vendetta!