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I was seated at the bar at Murphy's sipping a pint of Harp when Dana arrived. It was exactly 5:30. I stood up and called to her, "Hey Dana." Smiling when she saw me, she walked over, kissed my cheek and said, "Lets grab a booth." I picked up my beer and followed her. We sat opposite each other rather than on the same side of the booth. In the future it was possible that we might become lovers, but both of us understood that this was not the appropriate evening for that to occur. As soon as we were settled Dana said, "Frankie I'm so nervous." "I understand, I am too." "Pete's been a rotten husband, but I once loved him and we've spent twelve years together. Realizing that it's all about to come to an end is difficult." "Yeah, it is. Katie and I have only been together for about a year, but I thought she was the love of my life." Shrugging, I added, "I'm not sure that's changed. I think she might always be the love of my life." "Did you listen to the recording?" "Most of it. I had to stop before I got to the end. I learned a lot about my wife. I guess I really didn't know her." The waitress arrived. Dana ordered a beer. I still had most of mine. We both ordered cheeseburgers and we added a large order of french fries to share. After the waitress was gone, I said, "I'm not a prude. I really don't care about the things she was doing in college, even the lesbian sex shows for her boyfriends. Nobody was getting hurt, it was just kinky sex games. None of it is really that big a deal to me. Katie loves sex and she's a free spirit, so what? What bothers me is that she didn't try to include me in it. Hell, she not only didn't include me, she deliberately hid it from me. She deliberately excluded me." "Are you saying that you wouldn't have minded Katie having an affair with Pete if she'd told you about it?" I laughed, "No I don't think I'm that open minded." "How about if she just did a guy in the back seat of his car outside Brady's every Friday night. You know, a stranger, a guy she'd never see again. Would that have been okay?" "I guess that would have been better, but why did she have to do other guys at all? Why couldn't she just be kinky with me?" "From the things she said to Pete, I got the impression that she likes a little variety." "Yeah okay, I got that idea too, but why did she have to hide it from me? She should have been up front about it and told me before we got serious about each other. At least then I could have had a choice about whether or not I wanted to be in a relationship like that. Why did she have to pretend? When she was around me she always maintained the facade of a prim and proper lady, a prude. Why did she have to do that?" "I don't know Frankie, maybe you should ask her." "Maybe I will, but not for awhile. It's going to take some time before I can stop being mad at her. I'm glad I'm going to San Francisco tomorrow." The waitress brought our food. The cheeseburgers and french fries were good. We made small talk while we ate. I told Dana more about the job in San Francisco and then we talked about places that we'd like to visit. Pete didn't like to travel, so Dana had never really been anywhere. I was so busy going to school that I never had either. Dana told me that she wanted to see London and Paris. I agreed, both of those cities were at the top of my list too." After we finished eating we had a short disagreement about who was going to pay the check. We decided to split it. By the time we were walking out of the restaurant it was 6:30. We stopped on the sidewalk by our cars so Dana could call Jeff Wheeler. "Hi, it's Dana Munson. Is anything happening?" Dana listened for a moment and then she said, "Okay, we should be there in about fifteen minutes." She switched off her cell phone and looked at me. "Pete and Katie are at your house. They arrived together about thirty minutes ago. Pete parked his car in your garage stall." "Katie's trying to be discreet. She doesn't want the neighbors to see his car." "Jeff Wheeler has his van parked around the corner on Benson Avenue. He said the cameras and microphones are all working perfectly. He's recording everything. Let's go, I'll follow you. I'll call my dad Ümraniye Escort and the lawyers while were driving over there. Jeff wants us to meet him at his van before we go into the house." "Okay." I got into my car and Dana got into hers. Filled with nervous apprehension, I pulled away from the curb. As I accelerated down the street I checked the rear view mirror. Dana was right behind me. Making sure she was keeping up with me, I drove by my house. The living room drapes were closed. There wasn't any indication that anyone was at home. Of course it was a midsummer evening. At ten minutes to seven there was still full daylight. There wasn't any need to have the lights turned on. At the corner we turned on to Benson Avenue. A van with the logo "Wheeler Cable Repair" painted on the side was parked two houses down the block facing us. I made a u turn and parked behind the van. Dana parked behind me. We got out of our cars. Dana knocked on the back door of the van. A second later it opened and Jeff wheeler stepped out. Inside I could see a technician monitoring an array of electronic equipment including several flat screen television monitors, four radio receivers and three lap top computers. A large, well muscled black man was sitting in the front seat of the van. Nodding to us, Jeff Wheeler said, "Ms. Munson, Mr. Reese, good evening. They're in there, but for a while I thought they were going to leave." I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?" He shook his head. "It was the funniest thing. As soon as they got into the house they started making out hot and heavy. The way they were going at it, I thought they were going to do it right there on the living room couch, but then Mr. Munson suggested they move into the bedroom. When they entered the hall leading to the den and the bedrooms Mr. Munson tried to pull your wife into the master bedroom. She wouldn't go. She told him they had to use the guest room. Mr. Munson tried to persuade her that they'd be more comfortable in the master bedroom, but your wife wouldn't budge. She was adamant that they were not going to go in there. Mr. Munson tried to insist. Your wife still wouldn't budge. She finally she told him that they were going to use the guest room and if he didn't like it, he could leave. Left with that ultimatum, Mr. Munson grudgingly acquiesced.? Dana smiled. "That's my husband. He has to play his games. He wanted to fuck Katie in your marital bed." I smiled back at Dana. "And Katie didn't let him do it." Nodding, Dana said, "Frankie, regardless of what she's done, it's obvious that your wife still cares about you." Jeff Wheeler said, "I know that you heard some pretty shocking things on that recording we made at the motel last night, but I have to agree with Ms. Munson. I think your wife does still care about you." "I know, but it's going to be hard for me to get by the lying and the deceit and I can't understand why she's willing to do things for him that she won't do for me." Jeff Wheeler looked at me with a puzzled expression. Dana said, "She won't let Frankie have anal sex with her." "Oh" Jeff Wheeler slowly nodded his head. It was obvious that he'd listened to the recording. Realizing what he'd just learned, I was suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment. Noticing my discomfort, he said, "Don't worry Mr. Reese. This is my business, I hear this kind of stuff all the time. I never gossip and I don't judge people." He smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, my wife won't let me do it either." All three of us laughed. I said, "But I'll bet your wife isn't letting some other guy do it to her." Jeff Wheeler grinned at me. "I hope not, I'd hate to have Ricky looking at videos of Janice and some well hung hunk." He nodded towards the technician monitoring the equipment in the van. We laughed some more. The laughter was good. It helped relieve the tension that Dana and I were feeling. I was just about to ask what was happening now when a black Mercedes Benz turned the corner followed by a silver Lexus. Both cars parked across the street from us. Arthur Kendall got out of the Lexus and his lawyer, Herm Bennett and a younger Ümraniye Escort Bayan man got out of the Mercedes. Mr. Kendall walked over to Jeff Wheeler and asked, "Are they in there? Do we have enough incriminating video? Can we go inside?" Jeff Wheeler looked into the van. "Hey Ricky, do we have enough?" "Yeah, we got plenty. Ms. Jordan finished performing fellatio on Mr. Munson about fifteen minutes ago. They just started intercourse." "Keep recording." "Don't worry, I am." "We've got enough. Let's go." He turned back to the van. "Jerome, were ready for you." The large black man got out of the van. As he walked over to us Jeff Wheeler said, "This is Jerome, his job is to make sure that no one gets hurt tonight." He looked at me. "Mr. Reese, that includes Mr. Munson and your wife." He paused for a moment and then he said, "Mr. Reese, Ms. Munson, please forgive me, but I need to be certain that you're not armed." I smiled at him. "It's okay, I understand. You don't want us to end up on the ten o'clock news." "That's right." Jerome reached into the van and took out a plastic basket and an electronic metal scanning wand. After he handed the wand to Jeff Wheeler he held out the basket and said, "Please put everything you have in your pockets into this basket." I took my cell phone, my wallet, my money clip, the loose change I had and the mp3 player with the attached mini-speaker out of my pockets, then I removed my wedding ring and wrist watch and set everything in the basket. Jeff Wheeler quickly ran the wand over me. As soon as he was done he said, ?Thank you Mr. Reese, you can put everything back now" As I put my belongings back in my pockets, he turned to Dana. "Ms. Munson, do you have anything in your pockets?" "No, nothing metal. I am wearing a wrist watch, a necklace and two rings." "Would you please remove them and set them in the basket." "Of course." Behind me I heard Arthur Kendall growl, "Is this really necessary?" Next to him, Herm Bennett said, "Yes Arthur, it is. Mr. Wheeler doesn't know Mr. Reese and your daughter. This is a precaution he has to take. He's very thorough. That's why you hired him." Arthur Kendall reluctantly said, "Okay." Dana put her watch and jewelry into the basket and handed her purse to Jerome. As soon as Jeff Wheeler was done wanding her, he asked, "May I look in your purse?" Dana said, "Of course." Jerome handed Dana's purse to Mr. Wheeler. He took a quick look inside and then held it for Dana while she put her jewelry and watch back on. Once she was ready he handed her purse back to her and said, "Okay, we're ready. Mr. Reese, Ms. Munson and Jerome will ride over to the house together in Mr. Reese's SUV. ? He looked at me. ?Mr. Reese, park in front of the house and try to be quiet. Unlock the front door. Leave it open so that we can follow you. Once your inside the house quietly lead Ms. Munson to the guest bedroom. Jerome will trail behind you. He's only there to stop trouble if it starts. Ms. Munson should go into the bedroom first and quietly greet her husband." Turning to the others, he said, "As soon as Mr. Reese's car turns the corner, you'll wait for one minute and then get into your own cars and follow them. Park in the street. Do not park in the driveway. Go into the house quickly. Mr. Bennett do you have the divorce papers?" Mr. Bennett nodded towards the young man who was with him. "Yes, Dave has them." "Is Dave going to serve them?" "Yes." "Dave, give Mr. Reese and Ms. Munson an opportunity to have their say, then step forward." Jeff Wheeler turned to us. "The two of you should step back at that point and let Dave do his job." Dana and I both nodded. "All right, let's get started. Ms. Munson, leave your keys with me. I'll bring your car." Dana opened her purse and took out her car keys. After she handed them to Jeff Wheeler she turned to me and asked, "Are you ready?" "Yes." "Let's go." As we walked to the car, Jerome said, "I'll ride in the back." Dana said, "Jerome, you're a big guy. Let me ride in the back." Jerome shook his head. "No ma'am, thank you, but when we do this I try to be as unobtrusive as possible. It's better if I ride Escort Ümraniye in the back. Dana nodded. We got into the car. As I pulled away from the curb, Dana said, "Frankie, I'm so nervous." "I know Dana, so am I." I pulled up to the curb in front of my house and stopped. The drapes were still drawn tightly shut. As I shifted my SUV into park, Jerome said, "Quiet now, we don't want to do anything to alert them." Dana and I both nodded. We silently opened the doors, slipped out of my Escape and gently closed them again. We looked at Jerome. He gestured towards the front door. I led the way. Dana and Jerome followed me. On the front steps I opened the storm door, pushed my key into the lock and turned it. I felt it click. After putting my key away, I turned the doorknob, quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Dana and Jerome were right behind me. I immediately heard Katie's voice. "Fuck me you son of a bitch! Fuck me hard! Give it to me! Make me cum!" Next to me Dana grasped my wrist. I turned. She was smiling at me. She whispered, "Be strong Frankie." I smiled back at her. With a background of Katie's steady cries urging Pete on to greater efforts, we silently passed through the kitchen and the dining room. When we entered the living room we saw Pete and Katie's clothing scattered on the floor. It was apparent that their little sex party had started here. Moving as quietly as we possibly could, we entered the hallway leading to the bedrooms and den. I stopped just short of the guest bedroom door. Dana was right next to me. I noticed that Jerome was hanging back near the entrance to the living room. He was being discreet. Our spouses were in the bedroom naked and engaged in sexual intercourse. He wasn't going to go any farther unless he was needed. I gestured towards the open door. Dana nodded and then she took a deep breath and and stepped into the bedroom. I followed her. Katie was on her back. Munson was on top of her. They were both naked. Munson was pumping his cock in and out of my wife's cunt, his butt moving up and down in a rapid, forceful rhythm. Katie's arms were wrapped around his shoulders. Her legs were locked in a vise grip around his hips. She was meeting each of his thrusts with a powerful counter thrust of her own. I chuckled to myself. They were doing it in the missionary position. For two sexual adventurers like my wife and her fuck toy, it didn't seem to be very imaginative. In front of me Dana said, "Pete, Chicago is an eight hour drive. If you're going to get there in time to have dinner with your client, you'd better hurry." She paused for a moment and then she continued, "Oh that's right, how foolish of me. You weren't telling the truth. How could you have been, you haven't had a client in five years." Pete's butt stopped moving up and down. Pausing her counter thrusts, Katie pushed Pete's head to the side. For several seconds she stared at Dana with a puzzled expression and then realizing that I was standing in the doorway, a look of horror swept across her face. She squeaked, "Frankie? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Kansas City." I shrugged. "I lied Katie, but it appears that lately I'm not the only one who's been lying." Pete rolled off of my wife. With his erect penis sticking obscenely straight up, he said, "Dana honey, don't get the wrong idea. I've never seen this woman before. We met in a bar this afternoon. She got me drunk. I think she might have spiked my beer with some of that date rape drug." Shaking her head in disgust, Dana said, "How did I ever fall in love with a pathetic worm like you. Pete, you're not even man enough to admit it when you're caught red handed." "No Dana, really, this is all a mistake. I can explain it." "Is that a fact? Will your explanation cover last night and Sunday afternoon at the King's Motor Inn too? The two of you have been very busy lately." Munson stared at his wife in shock. I heard noises behind us. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Dana's dad, Herm Bennett and his assistant, Dave were standing in the doorway behind us. I tapped Dana's arm. She looked at me. I nodded my head towards her dad and his lawyer. Remembering Jeff Wheeler's instructions, we both stepped aside. Picking up his cue, Dave passed between us and walked over to the bed. Handing an envelope to Munson, he said, "Peter Munson, you have been served." Munson looked at the envelope and asked, "What the fuck is this?" Arthur Kendall stepped into the room.