“Hey buddie! Long time since we talked, eh?”
“Who did you say this was?” Lawrence was having a hard time remembering who the hell Eddie was. Then it dawned on him! “Oh my GOD, is this ‘Edd the Shrew-Man’?”
The voice on the other line laughed in booming guffaws. “About time you shit! Hasn’t been that long has it?”
Lawrence tried to remember just how long it had been. Then it occurred to him the last time he had seen his friend was when he had been one of his groomsmen at his and Candace’s wedding nine years before. “Good grief! It’s been nine damned years asshole! What the hell is going on with you bud! Still poking that gorgeous top heavy waitress you brought to my wedding?”
“Naw, moved on from her. She got hitched to her fiancée about six months or so after you got married. Naw, I’m currently unattached and just playing the field. I did fuck her again about three months after she got hitched though! Wasn’t as good as I remembered it.”
“No shit! Good looking guy like you has no woman with her claws in your hide? I’m having a hard time believing that one!”
“Well, I got burned pretty bad a few months ago and have been taking my time to get back into the rat race. Hey! I am going to send you an email picture bud, of a woman that’s walked by here a couple of times in the last few hours. Tell me if you think I should try to fuck her, all right?”
“Sure. Why the hell you asking me? You’re a big boy now, dumb shit. Do what the hell you want to.”
“Naw, bud, seriously, take a look and give me the go ahead, okay?” There was a bit of a pause in the conversation. “Okay, its on the way. Should hit your screen in a couple a minutes, bud. Take a look and tell me what you think. Okay? Seriously!”
The two old buddies chatted like they were still in high school, talking about females, sports, and the occasional ribald comment about old flames.
Finally Lawrence’s computer dinged to announce the arrival of an email. “Okay, it’s here, opening it up. Slow ass fricking computer. I keep telling Candy I need a one, but she bitches about money all the time.”
There was total silence on the phone line as the email slowly opened, and then the attached picture took its own sweet time as it s-l-o-w-l-y opened as well.
Suddenly Lawrence felt his blood run cold. The picture was of his wife, Candace, in the sundress he had bought her for her last birthday. It showed her smooth back all the way down to the top of her hard perfectly sculpted butt. Her gorgeous back was totally nude. Lawrence could see the sun-lines where she normally wore her two piece bathing suit. She had her high-heeled sandals on. She looked spectacular, her shapely calves perfectly displayed by the height of her heels. As always. Lawrence would have recognized her self confident strut even if he could not have seen the side of her baby-doll face. Her hair was up on top of her head, like she liked to wear it when she was going out to have fun.
His heart pounding, Lawrence stared, trying to find a reason that his wife would be wearing that outfit, out of town, and in a town she was not supposedly in. Lawrence double checked the area prefix on the caller ID to make sure that he had not misread it. Nope, no question. His wife was in Portland, 2 ½ hours away, not in Seattle, where she had told him she was going.
“You still there buddy?”
“Yeah,” Lawrence mumbled.
“That’s what I thought, it is Candace isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry bud. Just tell me what I can do to help, old buddy. I am on your side in this thing. Just give me the word and it happens.”
“So she is at the hotel there?” Lawrence’s mind was reeling. It felt as if his world had exploded.
“Yeah, with a man, I might add. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, my friend.”
“A man?” Lawrence was sure he was about to pass out with the pain in his heart.
“He’s a rich son-of-a-bitch too bud.”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“I ran his credit card. He has a credit limit of $100,000, and he can draw it all as cash if he wants to. That takes bucks bud.”
“Damn! What the fuck do I do, Eddie?” Lawrence, feeling sick at his stomach, wondered if he was having a heart attack the way his heart was hurting.
“You still love her, I take it?” asked Eddie softly, as gently as he could.
After a brief moment’s internal reflection, Lawrence answered, “Yeah.” Lawrence stared at the picture on his screen until his eyesight blurred from the tears. Blinking didn’t help. ‘With a rich guy. Money. Always the money.’
“Tell me what to do, bud. Say the word, it gets done,” Eddie reiterated.
Lawrence’s brain finally started working a little bit again. “Can you get me in an adjacent suite to her, hopefully even with a connecting door?”
Ed was quiet for a few seconds, then “Confirmed! Done buddy. And I can even get it for you as a comp, no charge! Normally 5,000 bucks a night and up, bud.”
Her fucking lover was rich all right! “Okay, I owe you one, I’ll be there in a couple a hours. Confirm where the hotel is again for me.”
Eddie gave Lawrence explicit directions from memory.
“Okay, I’m out a here.” Lawrence didn’t pack underwear, a shirt, or his toothbrush as he rushed out to confront his obviously cheating wife.
For the first two hours of the drive, Lawrence was way too pissed to think constructively. He was too busy trying to pass cars as his mind fumed. But the last part of his trip was against rush our traffic, which slowed him way down, forcing him to sit in his car, still fuming. He kept having visions of his gorgeous wife lying in the arms of another man. A rich asshole no less! $5,000 a night! FUCK!
His uncooperative, vindictively cruel mind saw his wife in all sorts of lewd and compromising positions as her movie star handsome, tall, well endowed, RICH ASS fucking lover fucked her to fifty incredible mind blowing orgasms without ever going soft. The money. Always the fucking money. He saw her incredible legs lewdly in the air as her perfect male lover pumped her deep and hard to orgasm after orgasm. He was sure he was hearing her blissful exclamations of pleasure as her body was filled over and over with her perfect-specimen-of-a-man lover spewed his thick, copious sperm into her. He could almost hear his wife tell him she was leaving him for a real man, a man who could provide for her financially, buy her expensive cars, lots of diamond necklaces, take her on expensive vacations.
And always Lawrence would see his wife’s body accepting his thick long cock into her randy cunt as he pumped his well-muscled hips into her widely spread, perfect thighs. Or Lawrence would see his wife sucking his marvelous penis into her mouth, enjoying his prodigious size as she worked to release his sperm from his huge testicles. ‘She never sucks my cock!’ Lawrence fumed.
Unable to think of something else, Lawrence complained, ‘She probably even lets him fuck her asshole! She never lets me fuck her asshole. Shit, she never even lets me touch her there! He probably has fucked her asshole ten or twenty times already! Damn it, why won’t she let me do what she lets her fucking rich ass lover do to her?’
At long last Lawrence saw the hotel as he turned the last corner. With all the willpower he had, he stifled his jealousy. ‘What the hell did you come up here for, asshole?’ he wondered. He could give himself no logical reason
He pulled up to the front door, slamming his car into park, then jumped out and stood there looking at the front door of the hotel, wondering again, ‘What the hell am I doing here?’
Numbly, Lawrence accepted the chit in exchange for his car, then berated himself when the concierge service drove away with his car. ‘Now what the fuck you gonna do, you gave your sorry broke-down car to that guy, you can’t even drive away, asshole!’
Luckily Eddie came out the door just then. The two men shook hands, Lawrence distractedly, but Eddie shook his hand with a strong comforting grip of friendship. Leading Lawrence by holding his elbow, Eddie suggested, “Hey bud, let’s go in through this door.” Eddie pointed at a door that Lawrence would have never noticed, hidden as it was in a corner behind some landscaping. Eddie keyed a series of digits into a keypad, then Lawrence, a bundle of nerves, followed his high school chum through the door. It lead into a room full of glowing television screens. One of the security men pointed at a screen without even being asked. Lawrence leaned down to see what was on the screen better. It was high resolution color, unlike the myriad of black and white fuzzy images Lawrence had always seen.
No doubt about it, his wife was sitting at a table filled with a couple of wine bottles, plates of partially eaten food, all sorts of fancy center pieces, and a wrapped gift box. Lawrence studied the man sitting beside her. For some reason, he was sure he had seen the man before. Well, at least he was not particularly handsome! A tiny part of Lawrence relaxed a bit.
Eddie nudged Lawrence then deliberately and obviously glanced at Lawrence’s zipper. Lawrence looked down only to discover he had a highly embarrassing, quite obvious bulge tenting his trousers. Incredibly embarrassed, Lawrence wished he could just fall through the floor and disappear forever.
Eddie guided Lawrence over to a restroom for the security staff. “So I guess that this is not totally a train wreck for you, buddy, if it is making you that excited, if you catch my drift. Looking for a positive side here now. Work with me buddy!”
Lawrence was now acutely aware of the aching erection that he had been unwittingly supporting. His face crimson, all he could do was shrug apologetically and shake his head in abject wonderment. Could he possibly be getting turned on by his wife’s infidelity. Could he be both turned on and in such horrible emotional pain?
Eddie spoke in a slow, methodical manner as he asked, “So do you have a plan? Cause if you don’t, I do buddy, and we can all have a little entertainment as you gather whatever evidence you wish to collect. My security guys have strict directions to tape every single move your wife makes until she gets to their room. When they are in their room, it is up to you.”
Lawrence was struck by the casual use of the term ‘their room’ as uttered by his friend. Four hours ago, Lawrence was absolutely certain he would never in his whole life be even thinking the thoughts he currently had running through his head.
The word ‘Evidence’ struck him in a way that suddenly startled him into thinking rationally again, at last. ‘What the hell! Might as well do this the right way. After I have my indisputable ‘evidence’ I can decide what to do with it, right?’ Having a plan of action made Lawrence feel better.
His erection had not subsided. In fact it was aching even worse.
Finally Lawrence nodded, “Okay, gather the evidence. But I get the original of the tape, NO one else, NO copies, deal?”
“Deal.”
Eddie and Lawrence shook hands.
Eddie looked at Lawrence sideways for a few seconds. “Larry, do you want a camera or two in their suite? Just to make sure you get your indisputable evidence?”
Lawrence, deep in thought, his arms folded, one elbow resting on his other forearm, the crook of his thumb and forefinger pressed against his upper lip, again thought for a few moments before answering. “Yeah, sure, lets make sure we do this right. Let’s catch her cheating ass on video so it is perfectly clear if I ever need to use it!”
The two men returned to the security room. The security crew pushed a chair up for the two men to use as they watched the video of the dining room. Eddie showed Lawrence how to use the zoom and camera pivot system.
As Eddie was showing Lawrence the zoom, he pulled in close to Candace’s left hand, leaving it here for a few moments.
Lawrence’s terror softened a bit. His wife still had her engagement and wedding rings on. At least this rich asshole knew she was still married to him!
Eddie zoomed back out until the table was clearly visible on the screen, but not much else. About that time, Candace’s lover reached for the gift wrapped box sitting on the table. He handed it to Candace, then kissed her fully on the lips for a brief second. Both their eyes were totally focused on the gift he had handed her.
Candace slowly and carefully unwrapped the box, carefully folding the expensive wrapping paper as though it was the most precious thing she had ever touched. She then pulled a small black, velvet covered box from the larger box. As she opened it, the whole room seemed to light up from the dazzling smile she beamed at the ring, and then at her lover.
Lawrence watched as his wife removed her engagement ring and wedding ring, then slipped the new, brightly sparkling, diamond encrusted ring onto her left ring-finger. With the new ring firmly ensconced on her finger, she turned and hugged her lover, their lips meeting in a long, obviously passionate French kiss.
One of the security personnel muttered, “God DAMN! Look at that shit! It that don’t just take the cake now!”
Lawrence watched as his wife’s lover fondly caressed his wife’s naked back, his hands roaming across her tan lines, slowly drifting lower until they rested at the bottom of his wife’s back, slowly tracing the edges of the scooped back of the summer dress that Lawrence had bought her for special occasions.
On the high-resolution color screen, Lawrence could clearly see that his wife’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed her long, passionate kiss with the man who had just given her a ring with which she had replaced the rings of their sacred vows. The lonely abandoned rings of their marriage lay discarded, haphazardly strewn upon the tabletop, looking for all the world like something that would be thrown into the scrap cart by the busboy as he cleared the table.
When the passionate couple finally broke their intimate embrace, Candice sat there, wrapped in her lover’s arm draped over her bare shoulder, his thumb ever so close to her turgid nipples. Her nipples had obviously sprung forth during their passionate kiss, easily visible in relief from the bright light that shown upon their table.
As if in a fog, Lawrence heard a disembodied voice announce five minutes until the show would start. Eddie explained that Celine Dion had been scheduled for a concert for their exclusive clientele. Lawrence wondered how many thousands the tickets for that had cost his wife’s rich lover. He remembered, with sinking heart, that Dion was without question his wife’s favorite performer. Another strike against him.
Lawrence stared at his wife’s beautiful, meticulously made-up face, trying to will her to know he still loved her, even if she was attracted to the rich asshole who would most likely treat her as a mere play-toy for his amusement. Lawrence knew that he was grasping at straws. But he had to hold onto something or he knew his mind, his world, would surely explode into smithereens.
Because his wife and her lover were sitting so close to the stage, apparently in the first row of tables, Lawrence could watch her enthralled face as the concert, in all its incredible finery and pomp, progressed. He remembered her gushing about how no one puts on concert like Celine. Celine opened the concert with his wife’s favorite songs. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCOSWkrmb1E ) Lawrence could see his wife singing along with the crowd. Then, as Celine hit the refrain, “I’m Alive” Candace turned to her lover and hugged him to her, tenderly holding his head in her arms. She kissed his head as they swayed together slightly in mutual bliss.
A little later Celine sang ‘My Heart Will Go On’, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uO_vFuzPJvc&feature=related ) and then ‘Power of Love’ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SELp8xfbzJQ&feature=related ). Lawrence watched as his wife again held her lover tightly, this time tears streaming down her face. Her lover started crying as well, the two of them holding onto each other like two people who had been lost to each other and had finally again found the other.
Among the song sung by Celine was “Taking Chances” ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DUHxHwkgnM ) which seemed to accurately sum up the whole charade Lawrence was watching. He almost puked when his wife stood up and gave Celine a standing ovation for that song. Lawrence chose to interpret his wife’s actions as tritely obvious that this whole thing was all about money. Her obviously unfettered breasts had jiggled so seductively while she clapped and cheered.
The concert closed with Celine announcing “We have a special request for the song “I Will Always Love You” sung for the couple in the first row here,” Celine held her hand out toward Candace and her lover. “Aren’t they a gorgeous couple?” Celine asked just before she held the mic to her mouth and began to sing. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1tT_M0iC4E&feature=related )
Again Candace and her lover hugged, both of them crying copious tears.
Lawrence wondered how much that had cost the rich asshole that had his wife in his arms. Lawrence shut out the sounds of the sobs of several of the female security personnel.
Immediately after the show was over, Lawrence’s wife and her lover left the auditorium. The security personnel followed her past camera after camera. Along the way, Candace dipped into the women’s restroom. After a few moments, she reappeared just as Lawrence’s cell phone beeped to tell him he had a text message. Irritated to be distracted, he slammed the folding cover open to discover that his wife had sent him a text message apparently while she was in the bathroom. It read,
“I love you my darling husband, my darling Lawrence, more than you will ever know baby.
“I can hardly wait to get back home to your loving arms and make love with you again.
“Having a fantastic time!!!!
“Kiss
“I love you
“Kiss
“I miss you
“Kiss””
Except for Eddie catching his friend’s hand, Lawrence would have smashed his cell phone on the floor.
“Going into the elevator . . . . . pushed the button for the ‘Penthouse Restaurant’ . . . .” intoned another of the security guards. The whole security center was apparently watching and tracking Candace’s cheating movements. Lawrence noticed that several of them would glance over at him every once in a while, their faces almost grimaced in a worried frown.
Lawrence felt totally humiliated.
“We have them seated directly in front of the camera in the bar. Good visual. Transferring to your screen.”
Again Lawrence and Eddie were watching Lawrence’s wife as she snuggled in under her lover’s arm. His arm drooped across her shoulder, his hand in direct line with Candace’s splendid breast. Lawrence could not quite tell if his hand was actually in contact with her proud plump flesh.
“Enhancing the light and color mix on the camera ----” someone intoned.
The picture on the screen became much brighter and clearer. Lawrence could see his wife’s nipples pressing against the fabric of the sundress now. He watched as her lover’s thumb moved slightly against her left nipple. Candace giggled, looking up over her bare shoulder adoringly into his face, so close beside her.
The band started playing a sweet and sappy love song and immediately the couple got up to dance.
“Following the couple” someone announced.
Lawrence watched as his wife snuggled in close to her lover, dancing as one, together, a tightly wrapped synchronous unit. Her lover was obviously a good dancer. ‘Damn it, I should have taken those dance lessons she asked me to,’ groused Lawrence. He watched as his wife’s glorious tits pressed against her lover’s chest, bulging sideways from the cupping of her sundress, and their pressure against his chest. He, and everyone watching, could see the side of her partially exposed breast jiggling as she danced.
An anonymous man muttered, “Damn what a sexy woman!” before being shushed by one of the female personnel.
Suddenly Lawrence became acutely aware of his pressing need to piss. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the torturing spectacle on the security screen and almost ran to the restroom. As he unzipped and reached within his trousers for his penis, he realized he was fully erect again. He could not remove ‘it’ unless he dropped his trousers. ‘Fuck!’ he thought irritably as he hurried into the toilet stall. He dropped his drawers and squatted. But his erection would not cooperate. It stubbornly pointed at the ceiling. Lawrence knew he could not piss if this erection would not go down. Yet his bladder was obviously totally full and screaming for release. Could not anything go right?
Irritated, feeling abused and alone in the world, Lawrence sat there in the security personnel bathroom distractedly trying to decide what to do about his various predicaments.
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