A young man’s love goes tragically wrong

I fell for Becky the first time I saw her way back in high school. I was a senior and she was a junior that had just transferred in from another part of the state when her family moved here. She was walking with Lucy, a gal I had dated once the year before. Becky was blond, blue eyed, big chested, and cute as hell. She wasn’t what most guys would call a hardbody, she was a little overweight, not fat mind you, just not California bikini material. She had thick black glasses and braces but something about her pulled me to her, she was just that cute.
I walked over and tried to introduce myself but Lucy pulled her away saying, “Take a number Kevin, several guys have already tried to give her their number, besides we’re late for class already.” I watched as they walked down the corridor but my heart smiled as Becky twice looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as they hurried away.
I kept looking for her and two days later as I pulled out of the school’s parking lot, I saw her walking down the sidewalk with a stack of books in her arms. Quickly pulling over, even though it was a no parking zone, I pushed open the passenger door and asked if she needed a ride. She looked back and forth then smiled and jumped in, shut the door and fastened her seat belt. As I pulled away, I said, “Ok, where am I taking you? By the way, I’m Kevin. Kevin Foster. And you are?”
“Becky, Becky Collins, unless I’m in trouble with my parents, then I’m Becky Annette Collins” she said with the sweetest sounding laugh. “I probably will be since I just missed my bus. I live over on Shady Lane, just across from the park, know where that is?”
“Sure do,” I said, “I grew up here. When my parents moved here, most of this town was orange groves, now look at it.” Just then the light turned yellow so I had to stop. Who pulled up next to me on my right but Jason, a guy I had raced before? He revved up his engine, wanting to race. I had beaten him several times but the last time he beat me. I have a Honda Civic that I have tricked out. Jason held up his hand, five outstretched fingers, signifying $50 bucks on our race. Jason didn’t know it but I had just installed a new head, larger turbo, intercooler, re-flashed the C.P.U. and added a Snow vapor injector system and sticky pro-street tires. I flashed him the double five for $100. He smiled and nodded thinking his Lexus was going to whip my ass.
Becky asked, “What’s going on?”
I said, “Hang on girl, we’re about to have ourselves a little race.” Becky gave me a funny look but held her books tight as I watched the light and cross traffic closely. Traffic didn’t always stop on red. The light turned green and Jason jumped out, right in front of a gray sedan that slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting him. I had to drive around his back end which gave Jason the advantage. By the time I hit third I had caught up to him and was passing him and in fourth was pulling away nicely. In fifth, I just squeaked through the next light which caught Jason on the red.
I pulled over to wait for Jason and my payout. Becky got out and was bouncing around and said, “That was so effin awesome. I loved it.” She pulled me to her and kissed me on the lips and said rather bashfully, “That made me wet.” I didn’t know what to say, just then Jason pulled up.
“Kevin, you mother . . . What in the hell did you do to that thing? You went past me like a bolt of lightning.
“Oh, I just gave her a little tune up,” I said as I held out my hand to receive my payout. Jason begrudgingly took out his wallet and paid me. As we got back in my car, I asked Becky, “Ok, Sweetthing, where should we spend this?”
She looked at me then said, “You mean, like on a date?” I had a big smile and nodded. She was silent and I was afraid she was going to say no. As we approached her home, she said, “I’ll have to get my parents’ permission first, but I’m hoping they say yes because I’d love to go out with you.” Getting out of the car, she walked around the front of my car then back to my window. She opened her notebook, wrote down something as I rolled down my window and handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it. She handed it to me saying, “I’d kiss you but not in front of my parents’ house. They’re pretty strict with me.”
I was determined to find a way to get to know her parents and get them to like me. Becky and I became an item at school and spent a lot of time getting to know one another. Her mother Carol worked for an insurance firm and her father David was an aerospace engineer. I decided the direct approach was my best chance so on Saturday, I went to the mall and purchased a box of See’s Finest chocolates then stopped at the florist and picked up two nice bouquets. I walked up to Becky’s door and rang the bell, nervous as all get out. Her father answered the door and said, “Can I help you young man?” eyeing the candy and flowers I was carrying.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Mr. Collins, if I may sir, I would like to talk to you and your wife if you have a few minutes to spare?” He stood there looking me over suspiciously for a moment then motioned me in and called his wife. I could see Becky peeking around the corner down the hall. He led me to the living room.
Carol was a doll, about 5’5″ maybe 120 lbs. very attractive and I walked over to her and handed her the box of chocolates and the bouquet of flowers and said, “I can see where Becky gets her beauty from.” She blushed then smiled at her husband. Then I handed Becky her bouquet and sat down in the chair opposite them.
Mustering up all my nerve, I began, “Mr. and Mrs. Collins. I don’t know if Becky has said anything about me but my name is Kevin Foster and I really like your daughter. I would like your permission to date her. My parents have taught me to treat girls like a lady. I am studying computers and auto shop and hope to go to college then open a speed shop where I can do what I enjoy doing, that’s make cars go faster. Do you have any questions for me?”
I think I took them by surprise by my frontal attack. Her father stood up and pulled his wife up and they went into the kitchen where we could hear them whispering. When they came back, her father said, “Kevin, I admire your gumption and please, it’s Dave and Carol. Just when would you like to start dating our little girl?”
Becky jumped up from the couch, a smile as big as Texas then I said, “With your permission, I’d like to take her out tonight for a steak dinner. Would 7:00 be ok?”
Carol walked over to me and gave me a big hug and said, “You’re such a sweet boy, thank you for the chocolates and flowers.” Then she turned to Becky and said, “Let’s go see what you have to wear?” and they headed down the hall.
Dave walked me to the door and out to my car. At the sidewalk, he firmly shook my hand and said, “Look Kevin, I worship my little girl. If you ever do anything to hurt her, I guarantee you’ll regret it, understand!” His hand squeezed mine so tightly he hurt me.
When I was finally able to pull away I said, “Sir, I would never do that. I’m not sure what will happen between us but I’m hoping that we can have a long and loving relationship.” He turned and walked away.
Becky and I were exclusive though I was only in college for two years. During that time, she lost a lot of weight, had her braces removed and her glasses replaced with contacts. Wow, she was absolutely gorgeous. My friends couldn’t believe how lucky I was and a few were even hitting on her. Less than a week after my graduation, we were married in the park across from her parents’ house. My parents, Tom and Jan helped us with the expenses and it was fun time with our friends and family. My parents had several rental properties and they offered us one at a highly reduced rate. It had a large shop in back which I could use for my business. Life was good.
The wedding night was even better. I was so glad we had waited to have sex though at times it was pretty difficult. As we entered the honeymoon suite, I started to reach for Becky’s dress and she pushed my hands away telling me to relax. She then began to undress me, starting with my tux coat. She then knelt down and untied my shoes, tossing them aside. She then unfastened my belt and pulled down my zipper, sliding my pants down guiding me to step out of them. The silk boxers she had picked out for me were tenting out like a circus tent and she rubbed each cheek against it lovingly before placing a kiss on the head through the fabric and slowly standing up. Becky unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.
Becky turned around and told me to unzip her dress and I did, she stepped out, and asked me to hang it up, I quickly followed her directions. She then told me to unfasten her bustier which I eagerly did. She was still facing away from me. Then she sexily said, “Kevin, now remove my panties.” OMG. I pulled them down and I was about to cum just looking at her backside. Becky was standing there, in her white vail, her blond hair in ringlets, a white garter belt holding up white nylon stockings and 4″ spiked heels and that lovely ass I had jacked off to so often. Then she turned around and smiled and said with this seductive smile, “Does Mr. Foster like Mrs. Foster?” I couldn’t speak so I nodded. “Good, now get on the bed, I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” As I started to pull off my boxers she stopped me and pushed me onto the bed.
I moved myself into the middle of the bed and Becky crawled up and straddled my legs, pulling my cock out of my boxers and took me into her mouth. She began to suck it at the underside of the base and slowly moved her way up. It was agonizingly wonderful. Then she got to the head and her tongue circled it like an ice cream cone. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my feet and wanted her to move up so I could get my cock into her pussy. I had trouble but I got out, “I’M . . . GOING . . . TO . . . CUM!” and Becky’s mouth dropped down to my pubic hair, my cock deep in her throat as spurt after sticky spurt coated her tonsils and she swallowed every bit.
She raised her head and smiled, it was a wicked smile and she asked, “Did you like that Kevin?”
Out of breath, I smiled and said, “Fuck yea! God babe, that was fantastic,” never giving a thought as to where she had learned to do that.
“Great,” she said, “Now let’s see how well you can do.” As she hopped up next to me and pushed me down to get my head into her crotch. Her pussy had been freshly waxed, a condition she kept up during our entire time together. I had never gone down on a girl before though I had watched some porn and had an idea of what I should be doing. Thankfully Becky wasn’t shy about telling me what she liked and where she wanted me to lick or suck. She told me to stick two fingers in and rub her G-spot while sucking on her clit. I was like a kid in a candy store and even tried new things like fingering her ass while sucking her clit. Man, that really got her orgasming. Becky was running her fingers through my hair as she pushed my head down tighter to her pussy. She was arching her butt way off the bed as her orgasms were becoming almost non-stop. I thought that any second the management would be there to tell us to be quiet. Thankfully no one showed. After a massive orgasm, she pushed my head away and motioned me up, we made out for a while then she asked me, “Make love to me, please?”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I quickly moved up and she guided me into her silky wetness. O.M.G. did she feel good. We made love until early morning then cuddled up and drifted off into the most wonderful sleep I’d ever experience.
Becky had gone to work at the same place as her mother, the insurance company. Just a few doors down was a gym and spa called Sweet Springs. She asked if she could join as they offered discounts for people in the same building, reminding me that she needed to stay in shape. My business hadn’t really taken off yet so I was working for Abasco, keeping their servers up and running and doing my speed work nights and weekends. Eventually things started to pick up. I was spending a lot of evenings working on guys cars and Becky and her girlfriends were either in the house gabbing or they’d go out for drinks and dancing. She had become besties with Jackie and Wendy from the gym who were married to brothers from Barcelona, Antonio and Paulo.
I wanted to start a family but Becky didn’t, she kept telling me that the time wasn’t right. We had been married almost six years and the last year our sex life had seemed to have slowed to a crawl. Granted often I wouldn’t make it to bed until well after midnight, me due to my car work but then again, on ladies nights she went out dancing with the girls. Becky didn’t come home until the bars closed at 2:00 A.M., sometimes later, then she’d jump in the shower before climbing in bed and went right to sleep. If I even suggested some play she’d say she needed her beauty sleep and turn away from me.
I was working on Fred’s car one night and trying to get a bracket off, I needed a hammer because he had used Locktite on the bolts so I asked him to hand me one. Instead of handing it, he flung it at me, it hit the ceiling and came crashing down right in the center of my laptop keyboard, smashing it to bits. Let’s say I was rather pissed. All my customers custom tunes were in there as well as my personal ones. Fred kept apologizing and offered to buy me a new one. He said, “I’ll pick you up here tomorrow right after work and take you to my uncle Joe’s. He’s got an electronics store you won’t believe. There’s some junk but he’s also got a lot of state of the art crap that I’d bet you’d love. Hell, maybe he can even fix it. Bring your computer and the power supply.”
I was still working at Abasco, though I really didn’t have set hours. I’d get there in the morning and check on the servers and make sure everything was running smoothly, if things weren’t, I’d have to find out what the problem was and fix it. Occasionally that meant a lot of work, Other days it was rather boring and if I wasn’t needed, I could either clock out and go home or surf the net on their direct fiber optic line. Damn I wished I could have one at home. This being a slow day, I called Fred and asked what time he planned on getting off and he said, “Hell Kev, I’m at home now, drinking a beer. When do you want to go?”
“Meet me at my place in ten,” I said and clocked out, got in my Subaru WRX and took off. Fred picked me up and we drove through the myriad of commercial buildings in La Mirada until Fred pulled up at this one with this big awning and a steel gated front door. The painted sign simply said, ‘Joe’s Electronics’ ‘No one beats our prices’. We walked in setting off a loud buzzer and there were glass display counters that had seen their better days. The place smelled of disinfectant, reminding me of the smell of a Harbor Freight. I figured he imported a lot of his merchandise. Joe came in from the back. He looked to be in his mid to late 70’s.
“Freddy my boy.” he said, his arms open wide, “What in the world brings you to see me?”
Fred hugged his uncle then sat my computer on the counter and opened it and said, “Uncle Joe, this is my friend Kevin. I kind of goofed and messed up his computer. He uses it to tune cars and it has all his important tunes in it. Can you fix it? If not can the information be saved?” Joe stuck out his hand to me and we shook then he picked up my computer looking it over. He grabbed some tools and began taking it apart. I watched, prayed, really, that Joe could repair my computer. Pulling out the hard drive he got a big smile and Fred said, “Does that mean you can fix it, Uncle Joe?”
Looking at me he said, “Yes I can fix it but young man, you make cars go faster, correct?” I nodded. “Tell me, would you want a Porsche with a Yugo motor?”
“Hell NO!,” I shot back.
Going into the back of his store, Joe came back with a box and opened it up, showing us a brand new computer. “This is the state of the art, solid state disc drive laptop with all the bells and whistles. Next Gen 32 core CPU. I can guarantee you that you won’t find a better computer unless you spend at least five times the money. She’s fast son, real fast.”
Just then a loud bell went off in the back. Joe looked at one of his security cameras and said, “Boys, I’ve got a big delivery, would you two mind assisting me unload? My helper is off sick today and I sure could use some help.” We said we’d be glad to and Joe locked the front door. The three of us went to the back loading door which had three large steel bars, each with a padlock on it. Joe unlocked them and the delivery driver opened the back of his truck. There were 24 large white boxes marked fragile / electronics on them. The delivery driver put four at a time on his lift gate and we’d dolly them inside. Once the truck was unloaded, Fred and I set them on the floor so Joe could inventory the entire shipment. Joe was singing the song, ‘Money, money, money,’ over and over.
“What’cha so happy about Uncle Joe?” Fred asked.
Joe picked up a small, about 12″ x 12″ box from the larger box and said, “These are cubic dollar bills. They might as well be gold. I get a shipment like this once a month. I can’t keep them in stock.”
“What are they?” I asked.
Smiling, Joe said as he opened another box, “These my boy, are the latest in indoor security. Lipstick cams. Motion or sound activated, color or night vision. They pan and zoom if you’re at your computer. Wireless and six month battery life. They come in a 4, 8 or 12 camera set that anyone with half a brain can hook up to a central computer within 500 feet and record to their hearts content.”
A little curious I asked, “Why the big run on them?”
Shaking his head, Joe said, “Women! Changing times! When I was young, it was the men that chased around and screwed around on their wives. Now a days, it’s the women that are chasing guys and cheating on their husbands. Hell, I have hundreds of thank you letters from husbands thanking me for getting the low down on their cheating no good wives. I also sell programs that let a guy track his wife’s cell phone telling him exactly where she is, show him every incoming and outgoing phone call and text message including pictures and videos. The same goes for her home computer. He does have to know her passwords though. I have a website I sell these babies on and between that and eBay, I do pretty well.”
After locking up, we went to the front and Joe and Fred discussed price. I asked Joe to price out a bundle, the computer, a 12 pack of cameras plus the phone and computer software. Fred agreed to pick up half the cost of the computer and Joe transferred the information from my old hard drive onto the new computer and sold me the cameras at his cost. On the way home, Fred looked over and asked, “Trouble in paradise, my friend?”
Fighting back the tears, I said, “I hope not but I have some bad feelings. Maybe it’s all in my head.” The next morning, after Becky left for work, I called in sick and placed the cameras around the house. Three in the master bedroom and one in our bathroom, one each in the guest bedrooms, one in the living room, one in the guest bath, two in the kitchen, one on the patio and one in my shop. Then I went to Becky’s computer. I put in what I thought was her password. ‘Denied’. I tried her birthdate. ‘Denied’. I tried her old cat’s name. ‘Denied’. I was looking around her desk when I accidentally knocked her keyboard off her desk and thankfully caught it before it hit the floor.
As I did, a small yellow sticky pad caught my eye taped to the bottom. There were several passwords carefully written there, most using special characters and numbers, something Becky had never done before. I copied them down and tried them, the first two didn’t work but $4Bec0@F opened her computer. I inserted the disc and allowed her computer to link to my computer and my phone. Then being curious, I started going through her emails, careful not to open any new ones.
Most of them were from Jackie or Wendy and a few from her family, so far so good. But then I started going through her trash. It was filled with dick pictures, pussies with creampies, pictures of dicks being sucked, then my stomach churned as Becky’s face filled the screen with this olive skinned cock deep in her throat, his pubic hair brushing her nose.
I almost slammed my fist through her keyboard, stopping in time to make sure that all her files had transferred to my computer. I needed to find out more about my soon to be former wife. Becky’s birthday was this Saturday and we had planned on having a big barbecue with lots of friends over. I hoped I could maintain my cool. I had originally told her I wasn’t going to be working on any cars but I just might have to get Fred over so we could check out the goings on with the cameras and my computer.
I woke early and Becky’s phone was on the charger. It was locked and I was glad I had copied those passwords as the last one unlocked it. I connected it to my computer and ran the software. Soon the link complete showed on both screens, then I connected her phone to mine and ran it again. Once complete I shut down her phone and placed it back on her charger. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and was almost finished when Becky came out, wearing a crop top tee shirt and lace front thong. Damn she looked sexy.
Part of me wished I hadn’t seen that picture on her computer. Becky slid up behind me and for the first time in a long time, she slid her hands over my shoulders and around my chest, softly kissing my neck and asked, “Want to come back to bed and play around?” Her one hand slipped down to my crotch and found I was rising to the occasion, even though my heart was breaking.
Somehow I found the strength to stand and say, “God, I’d love to Becky but Abasco just called me and I have to go in right away. One of their main servers is acting up and if it goes down it will take others with it. Can I get a rain check?”
Becky stomped back towards our bedroom saying, “Be that way. I guess I’ll just have to break out my vibrator and satisfy myself. Looks like you lose.” I headed into work.
I had barely made it to Starbucks when my phone went off indicating Becky was getting a call from Wendy. I ordered a Grande double mocha, extra chocolate with whipped cream and sat down to watch their conversation.
Wendy: Did you get a chance to talk to Kev about the party?
Becky: No, the shithead wouldn’t come back to bed this morning so I could fuck him silly. Usually after he cums he will agree to anything I ask.
Wendy: Do you really think he will agree to allowing it to be a swingers party?
Becky: I was going to tell him how hot you think he is and that you and I are going to fuck him seven ways from Sunday. Are you up for that?
Wendy: Ewww, I guess. If I have to. God girl, the things I have to do for you. By the way, you really got Darrell all hot and bothered at the gym. He wanted to know if you were just a flirt or you really follow through. {giggle} I said he’d have to ask you.
Becky: I know. God, isn’t he gorgeous! I was such a tease to him when we met. Kevin has me so pissed that I may go to the gym and see if I can get him to come home with me for some personal training, if you get my drift. Did you see the outline of his dick through his yoga pants? I mean damn I was so fucking wet.
Wendy: Becky, if you get him before I do, I want all the details. In fact, if you need any help, call me and I’ll be right over. That’s what friends are for, right?
Becky: Right. {giggles}
I crushed my Starbucks cup, luckily there wasn’t much left in it. I headed into work and just my luck, there was a server that needed my attention. Not the trouble I had described to Becky but still, it took me a good part of the day. When I finally had time, I was able to open a link to my personal computer and check the security cameras. There was my wife, leading what I assumed to be Darrell, a tall muscular black guy into our living room. They began making out as soon as they entered the living room camera’s view, removing each other’s clothing. Once naked, he laid her on the couch and went down on her. Becky began moaning and running her fingers through his curly hair, telling him how fabulous she thought he was tongue fucking her. She began a long series of orgasms until she became too sensitive then pushed his head away. “I want you, Darrell. I want your big cock now,” Becky huskily said.
Darrell then moved up and I could see how big he was. He was packing a monster. It had to be at least 11 or 12″ long and a good 3″ wide near the middle. It looked like a big salami. Becky could never take something that big, or so I thought. Darrell, slapped her pussy lips with the head of his cock several times, then Becky grabbed it with both hands and began forcing it between her labia and into her wetness. I wished I had a better camera angle but from time to time I could see his cock glistening with her juices as he was getting more and more of himself into her. Becky’s eyes were rolled back in her head and her mouth was open, moaning and grunting as she took this monster deep inside of her once tiny pussy. Darrell hit bottom and he still had a good 4″ of cock left. He just stayed still as Becky began squirming on his shaft.
After what seemed like a long time but was in reality only minutes, Becky looked at Darrell and said, “Fuck me. Fuck me like the bitch I am!” and Darrell began thrusting into my wife slowly at first, then faster and faster as Becky began screaming and screeching louder and louder. Becky had her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him as tight as she could. Darrell grabbed her legs and pushed them up next to his ears and pounded her so hard her ass was bouncing off the couch. At one point, Becky passed out and Darrell got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned, Becky was just coming to and asked what happened.
Darrell said, “I guess I fucked you too hard and you passed out. Sorry.”
Becky was standing on the couch and when he walked up to her, she was face to face to him and kissed him. She said, “Come with me, let’s see if you can do it again.” Hopping off the couch, she led him into our bedroom where she pulled back the bed cover and got on all fours and said, “Give it to me big boy. Let’s see how much you can get in this time?” Darrell climbed up behind her and guided his long thick shaft into her dripping pussy, inserting a thumb into her ass as he did. Becky buried her face in the sheets as he rammed into her silken tunnel, and her orgasms began to hit but I couldn’t take any more and shut down my computer.
My next move was to open the phone book and look for a divorce attorney. I couldn’t believe how many there were. I then began calling divorced friends of mine and found two that told me to call the attorney that represented their ex-wives. She was a shark they both told me. I called and made an appointment for the next day. I didn’t get home until late, quickly changed and went straight out to the shop. When Becky asked about dinner I simply said, “Not hungry.” Really I wasn’t, I was sick to my stomach.
I opened my phone and there showed the afternoon call from Becky to Wendy giving every sordid aspect of Darrell fucking her. She went into detail how he stretched her and filled her like no other, better than either Antonio, Paulo or even Allen had. Fuck, was she talking about my good friend Allen? The one I had given all my Civic race parts to? The one I had spent night after night helping assemble his car into a terrorizer for the streets and only charged him for the new parts I had to buy? Allen, the guy I had been friends with since the eighth grade. Rage swelled up inside of me but I knew I had to maintain, at least through the weekend. I spent until after midnight cleaning. Thankfully she was asleep when I returned to the house.
10:00 the next morning, Ms. Gordon’s assistant showed me into her office. “Mr. Foster, what can I do for you?” She asked.
Nervously holding my computer in my lap, I said, “I guess I need a divorce, and it’s Kevin, please.”
“And why would you say that, Kevin,” she said, sort of cocking her head, “and you can call me Lisa.”
First I showed her the message from Becky’s phone conversation with Wendy. She just nodded, Then I booted up the security footage from out home later that morning showing Becky bringing Darrell home. Lisa’s eyes were rather wide as she watched intently. I sat opposite her so I could only listen. She asked if I wanted her me to join her and I declined. She understood. I hadn’t realized that this tape went on for almost two hours. Lisa went through two bottles of water just watching it. Closing my computer, Lisa looked up and said, “Unfortunately Kevin, infidelity isn’t a justifiable reason for divorce in California, the best we can ask for is irreconcilable differences. You will still have to split everything 50/50.”
“Everything?” I asked.
“Everything!” she said firmly, “Assets and liabilities, you know debts. I’ll start the paperwork and let me know when you’re ready for her to be served.”
We didn’t have a lot of debt. Becky’s car was paid for. My Subaru was nearly paid for. We still rented from my parents, though it was supposed to be a rent to own. I was going to have to talk to them and get them to lose that paperwork if they could. It was just a handwritten note between the four of us. So technically other than our retirement I.R.A.s and our cars, we didn’t have a lot of assets and almost no long term liabilities.
Then I had a stroke of genius, or at least I hoped so. I hit the bank and walked up to the business loan desk. I sat down in front of this nice looking brunette and introduced myself and handed her one of my Vista print business cards:
RACERS EDGE
Custom Tuning
Street Race
Touring
CPU Reflash
xxx-xxx-xxxx
Kevin Foster
“What can Grove Bank do for you Mr. Foster?” She said.
Giving her my best smile, “Ms. Harris,” I said looking at her name tag, “My business is doing real well right now but to do better, I need to move out of my current location and get into a commercial building. It doesn’t have to be new or fancy, In fact an old gas station would be perfect, something like that. What I really need is a dyno so that I can show customers in real time that what changes my tunes or changes in injectors or exhaust do to a vehicle right in front of their face. They don’t have to go out and race it on a track to find out.”
After filling out the initial forms I handed them over to her. Ms. Harris was running her tongue across her upper teeth in thought, she asked for my social security number and Becky’s, apparently my pen wasn’t writing dark enough. At times she’d nod and write down things on the note pad in front of her. I watched as she typed things on one page or filled in formulae on another, all the while her silence was making me crazy. It had been almost thirty minutes when she turned to me and showed me a number she had written over several times, darkening it each time, $150,000. Smiling she said, “Between you and your wife, with your work histories, I.R.A.s, credit rating, we are able to offer you an unsecured loan of up to $150,000 at this time. Would that be enough to build your business?”
Shaking, I asked her, “How would I go about . . . {gulp} . . . getting a check?”
She smiled and pulled a packet from her desk drawer and handed it to me, saying, “Mr. Foster, just fill out these forms and have your wife sign. They do need to be notarized. Once you return them, within one business day or less, we will have a check ready for you.” I thanked her and went across the aisle, requested that both our credit cards be canceled the following day and took out half the monies in our checking and savings, of which there wasn’t much. I asked the bank to issue a new credit card just in Becky’s name and they said they would try.
I quickly filled out the paperwork and all I needed to do was get Becky to sign it. I had filled out the bank’s papers but on the amount I wrote $15 ,000, purposely leaving a space between the five and the coma. I rushed to Becky’s office and acted nervous. Hell, I wasn’t acting, though I was telling her a lie. “Sorry, Baby, I’m really sorry,” I said, “I really screwed up.”
Rolling her eyes to the ceiling as if something high to her left was absorbing all her energy, she said through clenched teeth, “Kevin Foster, what in the hell did you do now?”
Not wanting her to see my face, I watched my shoes, “Honey, Fred brought this guy Kirby over with his new Ferrari and he asked me to put a hot tune on it. I hooked it up on my new computer and was reading it just fine. It’s a V-12 and sounds so rad.” Becky screamed at me to get back to the story. “Sorry dear. Well I had downloaded what was supposed to be a hot tune for his car and when I tried to reflash his CPU, it decided to take a shit. Now it thinks it’s a V-8. I have to buy him a new CPU and it’s being flown in tonight and Ferrari of Newport expects $15,000 in cash in the morning. I have arranged for a business loan at our bank. I just need your signature and it notarized. Please honey.”
Becky stomped around in small circles; her fists clenched as if to punch somebody. Giving me this discussed look, she grabbed the papers out of my hand. Quickly looking them over, she signed them, then turned to the gal next to her and asked if she could notarize them. She was on the phone and said, “Have Carla do it. I’ll be tied up with this customer for a while. Becky set the papers down and went looking for Carla, I slid the paperwork over and took my pen and added a zero behind the five. Just in time as Becky came back with Carla, carrying her notary seal. Carla asked for our driver’s licenses, then signed the document, stamped the paperwork, made two copies, one for her record and one to send to the I.R.S. and handed me back my form.
I thanked them and as I turned to leave, Becky walked up to me and said through clenched teeth, “You owe me big time mister, don’t you forget it!” I immediately went to the bank and handed Ms. Harris the forms. She took them, smiled and said, Mr. Foster, we’ll should have your check by 10:00 tomorrow morning. See you then. I went over to my parent’s home and told them that I was going to be divorcing Becky and why, showing them the phone transcript. I was afraid to show them the video. I asked them to destroy the rent to own document and mom dug through her papers. She found it and walked over to the stove and lit the paper on fire, taking it over to the sink and watched it burn. Then I went home and researched offshore accounts and ways to hide money. I was going to make Becky pay.
That was Becky’s girls night out so I took the time to call the friends that I had invited to Becky’s party and tell them that Becky had invited a bunch of rowdy people and in might be in their best interest if they missed this party. I had a feeling this one just might get out of hand.
This girls night out was a little different though, when Becky came in, instead of her usual shower, she undressed and crawled in bed next to me, lightly raking her nails over my cock, trying to get a rise out of me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek then one on the lips. I could smell alcohol, cigarettes and I’m pretty sure cum. When she tried to stick her tongue in my mouth I told her I had a sore throat. She went down and kissed my nipple, then kissed her way down to my cock. As she did, she moved to try to get us into a 69 position, only my hand happened to brush against her pussy and it was dripping cum.
Pushing her off of me and jumping out of bed, Becky asked, “What’s the matter honey, don’t you want to play?”
“Not tonight, Becky, I’ve been sick to my stomach all day. I think blowing up that Ferrari really got to me. I’m a nervous wreck. Just give me a day or two, I’m sure things will change soon.” Boy were things going to change, I thought. I was sure the party would give me a lot of evidence to help me bury Becky, even if the state didn’t recognize adultery as a reason for divorce. Becky made a lot more money than I did, hell, maybe I could get spousal support, who knows?
Becky sat on the bed, her feet under her butt. She looked so damn sexy it hurt. Part of me still wanted and loved her but she had broken my heart. She held out her arms and said softly, “Come to bed, Kevin. Come back to bed and I promise I’ll do things to you’ll never forget.”
Shaking my head, I said, “Sorry babe. If I’m coming down with something, I don’t want you to catch it. I’m going to spend the next night or two in the guest room.” Becky glared at me, she had wanted me to eat out her pussy with another man’s cum in it.
The next morning, I picked up the check and wired it to a little island nation in a numbered account. Since it was less than a million, nobody gave a shit. To me, it really wasn’t about the money, it was about making a point.
Saturday, trying not to raise suspicion, I picked up all the supplies Becky had on her list, hamburgers, hot Rocky(D)s, brats, buns, chips, nuts, candies, ice, mix, beer and alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol. I made sure Fred would be there, I needed someone to talk to and keep me out of that den of iniquity. We were out in the shop when people started arriving.
Wendy and Antonio walked into the kitchen where Becky was fixing a large snack plate. He stuck his hands down inside her shorts as he kissed the back of her neck. She leaned back then rubbed her butt into his crotch a bit. Wendy asked, “Where’s shit head?”
“Are you talking about my little dicked husband?” Becky snapped back, “He’s out in the shop with Flintstone working in his car. That dickhead cost us a bunch of money. He tried to hop up a Ferrari and royally fucked it up. We had to take out a loan so he could buy the guy a new CPU for his car. I’m so pissed at him. I think I’ll fuck some of our guests right in front of him tonight. That’ll teach him.”
“Whoa, holy shit, Kevin. What did you do to piss her off?” Fred asked me. I told him about how I took out the business loan and used him and his ‘friend’s’ Ferrari to get Becky to sign the loan papers. I wanted some traveling money I told him though I neglected to tell him how much it was or where I had put the money.
We watched as more and more people came in, most of them I didn’t know until my so-called friend, Allen walked in, picking up Becky by her butt cheeks, as he French kissed her while swinging her around. He carried her into the guest bathroom and pulled down her shorts, Becky said, “Just what do you think you’re doing?” with a wicked smile.
“Babycakes, I figured you’re going to be a busy girl tonight and I just wanted to get a little before anyone else did,” and with that, he picked her up, sat her on the counter as he pulled out his large cock and shoved it into her pussy. Becky was shaking her head but smiling as her hands were on his shoulders. He brought her off to several orgasms, holding onto her waist as he blasted his seed, deep into my wife. She used a washcloth to wipe herself off but dropped to her knees to clean Allen’s cock off with her mouth.
Smiling up at him, Becky said, “Maybe we can do more later, if you’re up to it?” Allen smiled and as he opened the bathroom door, Paulo was standing there grinning.
“I thought I heard Becky cuming in here,” he said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the master bedroom, where the two of them quickly undressed, Becky falling to her knees to take him into her mouth to get him hard. Paulo stroked my wife’s hair and said, “You are the sexiest slut I know. Even better than Jackie, just don’t tell her I said so. God I love how your mouth feels on my cock and the way your pussy squeezes me when you’re cuming. You’re the most fantastic woman I’ve ever made love to. Does Kevin appreciate what he has?”
Becky stood up and glared at him, then poked him in the chest, saying, “Listen, I only married that little dicked son-of-a-bitch to get away from my parents. He had no idea of what I was doing before I met him and how many guys I had fucked. Hell, he thought I was a virgin. Tonight, I’m going to change all of that. Wendy and I are going to fuck him silly and then I’m going to invite all the men in to fuck me right in front of him then make him eat me out. I’m going to make him a cuckold whether he likes it or not.” Then Becky and Paulo got down to some serious fucking but the tears in my eyes made it difficult to watch.
Fred saw me crying, closed my computer, locked it in my secret cabinet and said, “Come on, Kev. Let’s get out of here. I think you need a drink.” I told him I’d follow him in my car and we left and drove across town to a quiet bar. About a half an hour later, we were on our second drink and Becky tried calling and I let it go to voicemail. Then she sent me a text:
Becky: Where are you?
Me: Testing a new tune. Be back soon.
Becky: It’s my birthday.
Me: I know. Happy Birthday.
Becky: When are you going to be home?
Me: Soon I hope. It’s beginning to overheat.
Becky: I love you.
I just about puked. Fred was looking over my shoulder and said, “Man, how in the world can she say that after what we just watched. What a lying, cheating little whore,” then he looked at the tears on my cheeks and said, “Sorry Kev, I know you loved her. It’s gotta be rough.” I nodded, downing my drink and motioned for another.
Then my phone went off, Becky was calling Darrell. I sat the phone on the table so Fred and I could see their conversation.
Becky: Hey handsome, are you coming to my birthday party or not?
Darrell: Becky, do you really want me there with your husband and all your friends there?
Becky: Darrell honey, not only do I want you here, I want you to fuck me in front of my husband to show him how a real man fucks a woman. Show him what a real cock looks like stretching a woman and filling her completely. Making her orgasm until she passes out. Won’t you do that for me, please?
Darrell: You really want me to do that? In front of him?
Becky: Yes! And when you have filled my pussy with your sweet black seed, I want you to force him to lick and suck it out like a good cuckold. Can you do that for me, please?
Darrell: I can try but what if he fights back?
Becky: Allen, Paulo and Antonio will be there to help you. They’ll make sure he gets me all clean so the next guy that takes me gets a clean pussy to fuck. He will have to clean me up a lot because I plan on fucking guys all night long. I need to teach him a lesson.
Darrell: {big sigh} See you in a few, Beck.
Fred looked at me and said, “Man, you don’t need to go home. You can crash at my apartment. I’ll stop by your place and pick up your computer but if you’re smart you won’t go anywhere near that bitch.” I agreed, shutting off my phone. After he let me into his apartment, I sat in the dark, awaiting his return. It was early in the morning before he made it back, apparently the party went on and on and Fred didn’t want to get caught. Once he returned, I caught a few zees on his couch, holding my computer like I did my teddy bear as a child.
I didn’t wake until almost noon when Fred was digging through his cupboards looking for something to eat. “Fred,” I said, “I’ll buy, let’s go get something to eat. Meet me at Denny’s.” After we ate, I headed to my parents and told them about the events at the party. I was planning on calling my attorney on Monday and having Becky served on Tuesday if possible.
My father had the nerve to say, “Kevin, don’t you think you two can work it out? Maybe counseling or something?”
My mom glared at him and giving him a stern look said, “Thomas L. Foster, haven’t you listened to a word your son has said? How would you feel if I was screwing around on you? Would you like it if I was fucking some big dicked black buck? Would you?” I could see daggers in her eyes then she grabbed my computer and said to me, “Kevin, show us the videos, son. Maybe then your father will understand.” She was pissed at him.
I wasn’t able to look at my mom but I somehow managed to say, “Mom, I don’t think you should see the garbage Becky has pulled. I know it made me sick.”
Mom patted my hand, saying, “Kevin, we’re not as lame as you think. We’ve watched porn before. That’s what this is, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’ve watched some before too mom,” I said, “just not with my wife staring in it.” Reluctantly, I turned on the computer and the three of us sat there, watching scene after scene for the next several hours as Becky took on guy after guy and a few girls too. At one point, she was riding Darrell, Allen was fucking her ass and one of the Barcelona brothers was fucking her mouth. Dad sat there, shaking his head. “Well dad, now do you see why I want a divorce?” I asked. He couldn’t speak, he just nodded.
Monday I called Lisa Gordon’s office and told her assistant that I needed to see her. She said she had a short opening at 9:30. I brought my computer and two thumb drives containing copies of the phone messages and videos. They ushered me into a conference room, Lisa was there momentarily.
After pleasantries, I said, “Lisa, how soon can you serve papers on Becky? I’d also like to you to serve Darrell Johnson, her trainer at Sweet Springs Spa for alienation of affection for breaking up our marriage. Also, can you serve Sweet Springs Spa for alienation of affection for allowing their employee to have sexual relations with a customer? Is that possible?”
Lisa nodded and said, “As a matter of fact, I was going to ask you if you wanted me to do that? I can have my assistant draw them and we can have them ready to serve by noon tomorrow, will that work?” I nodded. “Good. Now I need all your assets and all your liabilities,” she said, “Can you get them to me by this afternoon?” I said I would.
That afternoon, when I brought in the folder, Lisa was going over the assets and liabilities and she saw the new business loan. “What the hell is this?” she asked as she pulled the paper up, reading it over.
Lisa went over and over the papers, even to call and verify the notary’s number then leaned back in her chair and said, “What was this loan for and how in the hell did you get Becky to sign for it?”
I lied to my lawyer and said, “I screwed up a guy’s Ferrari and he’s a bad dude and I had to come up with $150,000 cash quick. I took the papers to Becky and she signed them. I guess she didn’t read them. A gal in her office notarized them. She has a copy and even sent one in to the I.R.S.”
Shaking her head in disbelief, Lisa said, “Well, it looks like you each owe just over $76,000. How do you think Becky is going to take this?”
“About like Hiroshima,” I said. I still hadn’t turned on my phone.
Tuesday afternoon, I was in the back room at Abasco when I was buzzed by the front desk. I was pretty sure it was Becky. I didn’t want the confrontation but knew it was unavoidable. Wishing I had a couple of Zanex, I walked to the lobby and could see the anger in Becky’s eyes. “Let’s go out front!” she demanded.
I sat in one of the lobby chairs and calmly said, “I’m fine right here, have a seat so we can talk.”
“What the fuck is this, Kevin?” she asked, shoving the papers in my face.
“Didn’t you read them, dear? I’m petitioning the court for divorce. I’m letting you go. You can now spend all your time with Darrell, Allen, Paulo, Antonio and all the rest. You no longer have to worry about me,” I said.
Then those famous words of a cheater, “But I love you. With them it was only sex.” Claire, our secretary looked at her, then at me and snickered. Becky shot her a dirty look.
“We need to talk. Why is your phone off?” Becky demanded.
“Becky, there is nothing more I have to say to you. Any further communication will be directed through my attorney, her information is on the paperwork. I suggest you obtain the services of your own attorney. I will be over this afternoon to pick up my things. I have arranged with the police department to have an officer there with me so please don’t make a scene or cause trouble. It would be best if you weren’t there. Are we clear on that?” I said calmly and clearly. She stormed out, tears streaming down her face.
A few days later, I received a call asking me to come into my lawyers office. I was seated across from Lisa and she was looking over paperwork then asked, “Kevin, I got a call from Becky’s lawyer. She is claiming you defrauded her. She claims that the note she signed was for $15,000 but when I subpoenaed the records of the notary and from the I.R.S., it clearly shows you applied for $150,000. I’ve had two forensics specialists check it out and it wasn’t altered. Can you explain it to me?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Maybe she needs glasses?” Lisa didn’t appreciate my humor.
I was staying at my parents’ house. One afternoon, as I got home from work, Becky’s father Dave was there waiting for me. As he walked up, I could tell he wasn’t very happy, his chest was puffed up and he was clenching a fist. “What’s the big idea of divorcing Becky and saddling her with this big debt? Didn’t I warn you about hurting my little girl?” he yelled.
“Calm down, Dave,” I said, “I didn’t want to divorce Becky but she didn’t leave me much choice.” Then I opened my computer and showed him the videos of her. Showing him short bits, making sure he heard the nasty parts and fast forwarding through the bits where she was taking on lots of guys then slowing down to where she was making disparaging remarks about her parents and those about me.”
Now looking more like a deflated balloon, to me it seemed Dave was having trouble believing what he just watched. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m so sorry Kevin. We hoped that Becky had changed. She ran away at 15 with this biker dude after her and I got into a fight over her coming home late from a date. He got her into drugs and I don’t know what else. Me and three Marine friends rescued her one night, kicking and screaming, saying she loved him. We moved down here to start a new life. I guess you just can’t take the slut out of some women.” He slowly walked to his car and drove away.
It took several months for my divorce to get to court, Becky kept fighting saying the loan shouldn’t be partially her responsibility but the court said 50/50 so we each owed $76,000. Dave and Carol took out a second loan to pay back Becky’s portion though they made her set up a promissory note to repay them.
Sweet springs had laid Darrell off as soon as they were served and it took almost a year for Lisa to negotiate a settlement, meanwhile I kept making minimum payments on my portion of the loan. I was very pleasantly surprised when Lisa called me one day and asked me to come in. Sitting across from her she handed me an envelope. I opened it and there was a check from her firm for $845,000. “What’s this for?” I asked her.
“Well, we finally settled with Sweet Springs Spas. I had to take out the money left owing on your loan and my fees and this is what’s left over,” she said. Then she came around the desk and stood next to me and asked, “What in the hell did you really do with that money?”
I stood, putting her check in my wallet and said, “Let’s just say it took a little Caribbean vacation. You’re the one that told me this was a 50/50 state, assets and liabilities.” Lisa swatted my butt as I walked out of her office. I thought I’d go look at houses, it was such a nice day.