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   Blindsided By Curious2c

   As I drove up to our garage I found myself worrying.  I was later than
normal and I knew Jim would be worried.  I kept building my excuse so that
I'd have it somewhat practiced before I walked in.

   I hadn't fallen into the affair willingly but now, after six months I
craved the sexual heights my lover drove me to.  I still love my husband
but for some reason, Samuel does things in my mind and body that I can't
keep away from.

   I've tried to break it off with Sam.  I have tried time and time again.
He's just so damned seductive and he also knows all the buttons to push to
get me to fail my own will and terms every time.

   Jim, if he knew, would probably be more than a lot angry.  I thought
that if push came to shove though, I'd be able to talk him out of a divorce
and be able to get him to forgive me.  I had a plan for working on him just
in case.

   That's how far I've fallen.  In my six month love affair I'd found a new
me and made plans to prevent Jim, my loving husband, from kicking me out of
his life and home if and when he found me out.

   I was certain that he'd never figure it out though.  I made sure he had
sex whenever he showed any interest and sometimes I even started things
when I didn't really feel like it... because I love him so much.  I do love
him.  Really... I do.

   Once in a while, every few days or so I'd get that guilty feeling and
want to stop what I'd done... to go back in time and never have allowed my
attraction for Sam to have gone so far as to end up in a sexual fling with
him.

   It isn't that I love Sam, because I don't.  Matter of fact at times I
don't like him at all.  He gets in a mood some times while we're fucking
and begins to treat me like a whore or slut.  Those are the times that
really give me the big orgasms, even though I hate what he does to me in
the process.  I just can't resist him or his ways.

   I look into the rearview mirror and check my lipstick and hair.  I took
a shower at Sam's place and made myself presentable, but I am paranoid
about Jim looking at me and perhaps seeing something out of place that I
can't explain easily.

   I have the same soaps and shampoo at Sam's that I use at home.  I even
have changes of clothes and underwear I keep at Sam's too.  Just in case.
I've been very careful to plan each time with Sam now.  Ever since that one
time five months ago when I came home and Jim asked me about my perfume.





   I realized that I wasn't wearing any since I'd showered at Sam's.  I
also suddenly remembered that I'd put on some of Jim's favorite perfume
before leaving for work that morning.  I'd managed to dodge that bullet
that time though.  I made up a story about having spilled some cleaning
chemicals on me while digging through the closet for some Kleenex our
employer kept stored there.  Jim had bought that hook line and sinker.

   One last look and I got out.  Walking into the house I stopped at the
front door and looked around for Jim's pickup.  It wasn't where he normally
parked it.  He'd left it on the street almost in front of the neighbor's
house.  That was odd.  He usually parked it in our driveway.

   Meanwhile, inside the house:

   I watched Giselle as she checked over her face in the rearview mirror.
It had been a long tiring day for me and I was tired of waiting for her
arrival.  Of course she was late again.  It had been getting more and more
to be normal than an exception.  Had she been where she claimed she was I'd
had no problem with it... but that wasn't the case.

   It had all started months ago and up until it became totally
unavoidable, I'd tried to find a way to get her back with me.  I'd tried
everything I could think of... with no help from her.  I had made a
decision that I wouldn't let her know that I knew about her affair.  I knew
that she had to break it off on her own to do either of us any good.

   Dinners, movies, flowers, candy... I'd tried all the usual things.  I
got creative... I made her a special knickknack shelf, glass encased.  I'd
picked her up from her work on a Friday and we'd gone into the city for a
weekend of loving and just going to wherever she desired.

   I'd tried talking to her about `us' but even that had fallen on deaf
ears.  The weekend in the city had started out with her being angry at
me... but by the end I thought I'd made some headway.  That didn't make it
through the next week though.

   I finally had begun to attack her, arguing about her hours and her job.
All that succeeded in doing was getting her mad at me.  Our sex life
dropped off substantially and then dropped off more, and then dropped some
more yet.  What had been several times a week and at least three times on
the weekend had become...  well it had been a week and a half since we'd
last been intimate in any way... two weeks since we'd actually had sex. 
She hadn't noticed as far as I could tell.

   I'd known all along what was going on.  Five months ago I'd actually
caught her at it but she'd managed to fend off my questions and fire back
an excuse about why she'd taken a shower at work.  What she didn't know was
that I'd followed her that afternoon and I knew precisely why she'd taken
the shower and her job had absolutely nothing to do with it.

   That finding out had crushed my heart but I still loved her enough to
try to win her back.  She was the woman I wanted to have children with. 
She had my heart and I'd fallen very hard for her when we'd met.  Now...
well it wasn't going to be all that hard to do what I had to do tonight.  I
wondered briefly how she'd handle it when I left... but thought that she'd
probably run to her lover and they'd laugh at me, the imbecile that they'd
pulled the joke on all this time.





   How can a husband compete with a lover who has no need to perform
routine `honey do's' for a wife?  How can a husband not confront a wife
about her cheating with her lover and try to win her back honestly?  I'd
tried my damnedest and failed.  I'm going to be telling her that I have to
go out of town on an emergency road trip tonight.  It wouldn't be the first
time something like this had come up... but it would be the last.

   You may ask why I didn't confront her.  All that would prove is that I
caught her and she'd be sorry for that.  That I'd caught her that is not
that she'd decided ahead of time to quit.  My thoughts were I'd win her
back to me without a hint that I was aware of her indiscretions.  That way
I'd know in my heart that she truly loved me.  Obviously, now to me at
least, that hadn't worked.

   What she didn't know was that all my worldly belongings were packed in
my truck.  I'd split the bank accounts in half.  I'd quit my job and taken
an offer from an old friend who lived clear across the country.  I'd made
plans to cancel my cell phone plan, picked up another phone, paid off my
old cell phone plan, a penalty I was willing to pay in order to keep her
from calling me later on.  I had one week on the old phone left... and it
was a relief knowing that.

   My 401K would transfer to my new employers' savings plan; my cash
balance retirement plan would be safe where it was.  I was a little upset
over having to quit my job as I liked the people I worked with and my job
was about as perfect for me as a job I'd ever had.  It sucked having to
walk away from my co-workers, employer and customers like this... but it
was something I had thought long and hard about.

   I'd given it my best shot, and Giselle had ignored my efforts totally.
Too caught up in her affair to know she had lost me... or perhaps she just
didn't care?  It didn't really matter anymore at this point.  The papers
would be served on Giselle the following Friday while she was either at
work or at her lovers.

   Am I running out on her you may ask?  Yes.  Yes I am.  It hurts me too
much to face her with her infidelity.  I know that were I to confront her
now, she'd be sorry, cry and possibly beg me to forgive her.  That's
exactly what I don't want.  I didn't want to look like some beggar trying
to get their wife back that way.

   What I wanted was her to realize that I loved her and that she still
loved me.  I wanted her to see for herself what she could lose.  I wanted
her to take me back, damnit!  Obviously I lost to her lover.  Even though I
know what kind of `man' he is, I know that she won't or can't see that side
of him yet.  She will though.  Right about the time the divorce paperwork
is served or shortly there after.

   Until then I planned on calling her nightly like I usually did, hoping
that she wouldn't notice I was using a motel room phone, or be too
concerned about my not using my cell phone.  I figured that she'd never
notice anyway as she always seemed too distracted to really talk to me now.

   I don't know what she expected of me.  I don't know why she even started
the affair or why she is keeping at it.  I really don't know what she truly
feels about me anymore either.  She can't love me.  Not, at least, like I
loved her once before all this shit started.



   If she did love me, she'd never have been with another man.  She had
though.  She'd been with him for months now... and showed no signs of
stopping.  I'd given up after months of hard work on my part to try to win
her back.  I saw the handwriting on the wall.  He'd won, I'd lost.

   Angry again, I began to work on my fake story, trying to keep my bile
down as Giselle walked up to the front door.  I went into the kitchen and
got out a cold beer.  I was desperate to do anything to keep my mind busy
while I worked at calming down inside.  This was not the time to mess up
and blow my plan all to hell.

   After talking to my lawyer I'd found out exactly what the court's would
expect on our divorce.  I was reasonably certain that Giselle would welcome
the divorce since she seemingly had given up on me now.  I was also certain
that she'd have her lover move in with her right away after getting those
papers next week.

   My closet doors were closed up, the dresser drawers too.  A casual
glance by her wouldn't reveal the almost total emptiness they contained
now. I wondered briefly, what she'd think when she discovered that
emptiness?  Would she feel anything at all?  How would she feel to find out
that the few remaining clothes in my closet and dresser were ones she'd
given me?

   Smiling as she walked in, she came up to give me a hug.  I turned my
head so her kiss met my cheek... not a new thing as of late either.  She
hadn't complained about it before and she didn't tonight either.  The last
sex we'd had was over two weeks ago and she evidently hadn't noticed that
lack of sex with me either.  Her lover must be getting it real good from
her.

   "How was your day today?" I asked, not really caring what kind of day
she had, but I knew I had to pretend to be the same old loving schmuck of a
husband she could count on.

   "It was good.  You seem upset... is something wrong?" Her reply was
automatic even though she tried to tinge it with concern.

   "Yeah... I have to make a trip again.  Work.  I'll be gone a week,
leaving in the morning." I was watching her for a reaction... only seeing a
smile begin on her lips before she forced a more serious concerned pout.

   "Oh honey.  On a Saturday?  You have to travel tomorrow?" Her eyes spoke
of the truth, in that I could see she really seemed relieved that I was
going to be gone.  She was even happy about it.  More time for her lover
perhaps.

   "Yeah.  It's going to be a long week.  Job is behind and I have to go
oversee the construction now."

   I was relieved that she seemed to be taking my huge lie as a truth and
wasn't getting all angry as she used to.  I knew enough to keep my answers
short and simple... no elaboration such as she'd given me over the last
months.





   That was one of the tip-offs to me about her affair.  Her excuses were
minutely detailed to an extreme.  And then one day I'd had to take a trip
out to a job and she hadn't argued about it with me like she had in the
past.  It had caused me some wonder.  Later, not much later, I'd discovered
her affair, and it all made sense then.

   We had dinner and watched TV for a while.  She was in her favorite chair
as I sat on the couch, hoping that she'd have a last minute change of heart
and stop me from my chosen path that I started in the morning.

   I held out that hope for a couple of hours but it wasn't to be.  We'd
lost it all, I could see clearly now.  She sat there ignoring me for the
most part and never once looked at me.  It was as if I wasn't even there.

   She watched TV but I could tell from her actions that she was thinking
about her lover and how much they'd be able to be together this week.  If
she only knew that I'd be gone forever tomorrow...

   Meanwhile... watching TV, Giselle's mind was going full out.

   `He doesn't suspect.  I'll have a whole week with Sam.  He'll be able to
sleep over here with me... or me over at his place.  We'll get lots of sex
in and I know he'll take me out nightly for dinner and dancing too.  I know
that I shouldn't be happy about this at all, but Jim's trip will be
exciting for me.  He'll be out of town and I'll have Sam as much as I want.
It will be great.  My plan for one last great week just got better.  Next
week, after Jim gets back home I'll be able to cut it off with Sam and
concentrate on Jim and me.  It'll work out perfectly.  We'll go out with a
bang.'

   That night I rolled over and tried to get Jim interested in some loving
but I found him snoring lightly.  He was asleep... again.  The last few
months had been hard on him with his job and all, but it surprised me that
he'd gone without sex with me for so long.

   The thought entered my mind in an instant, unbidden.  `Could he be
cheating on me with someone?  Was it possible that I'd missed any signs
that he could have discovered my cheating on him and he'd been doing the
same to get even?'

   Looking at his face as he slept I couldn't see anything that would tell
me.  I knew he loved me.  I questioned once again my affair and why I was
still carrying on with Sam.  Why?

   Sam wined and dined me.  He took me dancing.  He was okay in bed, about
the same size as Jim, but it was the other things Sam did that caused me to
want to be with him.  Jim loved me and in our lovemaking, that was a
difference that I cherished.  Sam fucked me, and at times that fucking was
hot and rough and what I needed.

   Sam takes care of needs other than sex for me too at times.  I really
like going out to eat and dance with Sam.  He is gentle and attentive while
we're out and it is as if I am the only woman in the world in his eyes.  So
much so that when we'd get back to his place or the motel rooms as the case
may be, I'm ready to pay him back for the great times.





   Our time has been exquisite but it's about time to stop it.  I feel like
I'm losing Jim at times lately and my greatest fear is that he'll discover
my affair and either leave me or hurt Sam or worse yet, both.  Matter of
fact I've noticed that for the last few months Jim has been working hard to
be a good husband for me.

   A little stray worrisome thought crept into my mind.  `Was that because
he knew about my affair and he was trying to one up my lover?' I dismissed
that thought immediately.  Had Jim known, I know what would happen.  He'd
go ballistic and probably go after Sam.

   I didn't want to have to bail Jim out of jail, should he do something
rash.  I wasn't sure what Jim could or would do if he found out about my
affair, but I was relatively certain that he'd leave me in an instant. 
Yes, this week would signal the end of my time with Sam, as fun as it had
been.  I needed to concentrate on my husband and starting our family.  It
was time.

   That morning I woke to an empty bed.  He'd left without a hug or kiss or
even a goodbye.  At first I was uneasy, even a bit afraid but I convinced
myself that he didn't want to wake me up.  Jim is a loving husband and
caring enough to know that I was tired and could use some extra sleep.

   His call that night was good, but nowhere as good as having him at home
with me.  Of course, Sam was on his way to our place as I spoke with my
loving husband.  I was going out with Sam that night and we'd end up at
either his place or here.  I'd have my cell phone and Jim usually called me
on that anyway.

   Jim seemed preoccupied during the call, but I knew that his job was
probably weighing on his mind.  When he had to go out of town like this he
usually focused on the issues on the job and that left him little time to
sit and think about not being near me.  This worked in my favor as far as
Sam and I went too... so I understood and was understanding of his lack of
`focus' on us at times like this.

   I was ready for Sam when he knocked on the door.  I'd left the garage
door open and he knew to just drive in, close the door, and then come
around to the back patio door.  I was sitting on the kitchen counter,
naked, waiting.  His knock caused my spine to shiver as I knew what he'd do
once he opened that door and saw me like this.

   I'd shaved myself clean for him, my legs spread wide open in an obvious
invitation to him, and my nipples were hard as steel.  I was wet too since
I'd played with myself for a bit after Jim's phone call.

   "Giselle?  Are you here?"

   His deep voice sent shivers to my spine again and as he walked in,
seeing me, the look in his eyes made me go wetter than ever.

   "I'm right here waiting Sam.  Can we take care of something before we
head out to dinner and dancing?  I find that I'm a little... in need."





   The look in his eyes as he beheld me laying there made me flood down
between my legs.I could hear it in his voice... lust, deep desire... I
turned him on.

   "Jesus...Oh God, you're beautiful Giselle.  Amazingly so."

   His hands were working the buttons on his shirt as he lewdly licked his
lips.  I could see desire in his eyes.  That desire was part of why I had
continued the affair as long as I had.  Jim, for whatever reason, hadn't
shown that look to me for quite some time now.

   Naked he stepped up between my legs, his hands smoothly running up my
legs, fingers soon rubbing my clit and my very wet pussy lips.  Bending
over, he licked my nipples, hard as they were, and then he moved up to kiss
me hotly on the mouth.

   As our lips met, his fingers left my pussy, going to my nipples to pinch
and roll those hardened little buds almost roughly.  I felt the head of his
hot hard cock rubbing my pussy lips, and pretty soon that hardness split my
pussy wide open, driving the air out of my lungs as he thrust deeply into
me.

   His pubic bone crushed against my clit and my first orgasm hit me hard.
I was so hot I came as his cock first bottomed out in me.  I knew that this
night would be one of the best ever with my lover.

   His thrusts became harder and stronger as my orgasm carried me up and
over.  Sam was pinching my nipples and talking dirty to me.  The feeling of
his cock up inside me was more than I could stand and I began to have
multiple orgasms.  It seemed that each time Sam bottomed out in my pussy,
I'd cum.

   The feeling of my bald pussy against him woke things up deep inside me
too.  I felt single and free.  His cock pulled my lips in and out on each
stroke and as his pubic hair would crush against me on an in-stroke I felt
strange vibrations on my clit.  Bald was beautiful.

   Sam squirted his load into me and I felt every little bit of his sperm
filling me up.  He had fairly copious loads and I'd even swallowed them
with fervor as his cum tastes almost sweet.  He told me once that he ate
lots of fruit, mostly citrus types, and that was the reason for his sweet
tasting cum.  Whatever the case was, I craved that taste often.

   He pulled out and as he stood back I shoved my fingers deeply in,
retrieving some of his honey and then I licked my fingers clean.  Sam
smiled as he watched my debauchery.  I could never be this open and free
with Jim.  For some reason though, Sam I loved to tease like this.

   I kept dipping and licking for a bit and then we took a shower together.
After that we went out to dinner.  I don't love Sam... I mentioned that. 
This would be our last week together too.  Still, he had what it took to
make me a wild and wanton slut.

   I never took the time to think, I mean truly think about what I could
lose.  I never took the time to really think about my actions and how they
could affect my husbands love for me.  I just went with the moment and
longed for the feel and taste of illicit excitement that Sam brought me.



   At dinner we sat near the back in a darkened booth.  As we ate Sam kept
feeling me up.  He started with my braless tits, barely covered by my
unbuttoned blouse.  (I'd unbuttoned the top five buttons on the drive over
and the swell of all of my breasts could be seen if I opened my arms very
far, threatening to expose all of them at times.)

   Later, while waiting for our dessert, he began to finger my bare pussy
and since I was wearing a very short skirt and garter belt and stocking,
there wasn't much there to stop him, even if I'd been inclined to do so. 
The feeling of his strong, long fingers stroking up and down my slit drove
me to the edge of orgasm several times.

   After dinner he took me dancing at an upscale crowded club.  Once on the
dance floor his dancing became suggestive and downright sexual.  I reveled
in the nastiness of it all.  I mean, here I was, a married woman whose
husband was away, out with a lover who was feeling me up in public.

   I'd shaved my pussy for my lover.  I'd swallowed his cum numerous times.
I'd allowed him to take me any way he wished, including anally.  For my
lover I was a slut.  It was truly the sexual odyssey I was journeying on
more than anything else I suppose.  For Sam I could be the slut and not
worry about what he'd think of me later on.  For his part, Sam had kept up
some gentlemanly efforts, and I was thankful for that.

   At one point, during a slow dance, Sam's hands were on my butt.  Soon I
felt his fingertips on my skin.  My short dress was pulled up, exposing my
bare ass cheeks and stockings to everyone around us.  I felt the rush of
the sexual high burn brighter.  What would Jim have thought if he'd seen
Sam doing that?  I wondered briefly.

   Almost as quick as the thought of my husband entered my mind, Sam
brushed him out by slipping a finger into my bottom.  Right there on the
dance floor, Sam was fingering my asshole... and I loved it.

   I saw a few women nearby staring at us with what could only be described
as lustful imaginings.  Of course there were a few, a thankfully very few
that were more disproving too.

   Later that evening in my bed in my home, Sam fucked the living hell out
of me.  I went down on him sucking him off and swallowing all his seed.  He
went down on me and licked my pussy until I begged him to take me with his
cock.  He did.  As he was fucking my doggie style for the third time my
phone rang.  I answered it, motioning Sam to be quiet.

   "Hello?"

   "Hey, it's me.  I got in a bit later than I figured I would, but I
thought you'd want to know."

   "How was your drive?"

   "Un-eventful."

   "What time do you have to be in to work in the morning?"



   "Early.  I'm going to hit the hay.  Talk to you tomorrow."

   "I love you.  Good night honey."

   Sam was fucking in and out of my pussy as I spoke to Jim.  I was
troubled a little bit in that I didn't hear Jim say he loved me.  `I must
have missed it what with Sam fucking me while I was on the phone.  Too
distracting.' My thoughts were dropped suddenly as Sam picked up the pace
and started to drill my pussy hard and fast.

   My orgasm overtook all my thoughts and for the rest of the night Sam
kept my mind on him and his cock.  For the first time ever, I even took
Sam's cock in my mouth and sucked him off right after he pulled out of my
ass.  I'd never done that before.  I guess having Sam fucking me while I
was on the phone with Jim did something deep inside me, making me feel
extra slutty or something.

   The rest of the week went by quickly and Sam just stayed at my home in
the evenings.  We'd fuck and suck most of the late afternoon after work, go
out and eat dinner and then come back to fuck and suck until we crashed and
slept until time to get up and go to work.

   I was feeling nasty and slutty knowing that me, a married woman, was
sleeping with a man that I wasn't married to.  The sharp edge of excitement
that I now craved was like an explosion of lust all week long.  Even then,
I knew that Friday would be the end of it.  I was breaking it off Friday,
taking the weekend off and resting up for Jim's return home.  I'd begin to
make up for my dalliances with Sam, and make sure that Jim knew I loved
him.

   Jim's end:

   I arrived at my new home early in the afternoon.  I'd driven quite fast,
pressing the speed limit and the extra bit that most highway patrol cops
would allow.  I was in a hurry, and I wanted to get as far away from the
wreck of my marriage as I could.

   Terry, my old friend had a pretty busy business going for him.  He and
his wife had worked hard to bring it from the idea stage into the reality
stage and over the years he'd written, emailed and phoned me, bouncing
ideas of my head and trying to get me to go to work for him.  He'd been to
my wedding... he'd been a Pall bearer at my dads funeral, and he'd been a
close friend of mine since high school.

   His wife, Pam, was a great lady and had a damn good head on her
shoulders.  I found myself wishing that Giselle was more like Pam often. 
One could look at Pam and see that she'd never cheat on Terry, ever.  She
had a look in her eyes whenever she looked at her husband that shouted "I
LOVE YOU TERRY" every time.  I hadn't seen that look in Giselle's eyes for
quite some time now, for at least six months anyway.

   My new job would be working the programming end of things.  I am very
good at programming, having been targeted by Microsoft, Sun, and a few
others when I graduated.  My college Masters Thesis had been on my pet
project on programming and I'd been working on that idea for some time.  I
had made arrangements with Terry to share it with him since it was about
ready.  It was how I `bought' into Terry and Pam's business.



   By the time my divorce was over with I'd probably be making some serious
bucks for the first time in my life.  I'd timed everything over the last
few months to ensure that by the time that happened, I'd be free of
Giselle. She didn't deserve to share in my idea or wealth it would bring
anymore.  I had put up with her cheating this long for a reason, and now
the end result of that patience was coming along.

   That thought hit me out of the blue... and I had a twinge.  I felt a
loss, some anger of course, but mostly sadness.  I still asked myself why I
hadn't been enough for her.  I had no answers and now, I didn't want to
hear what she'd try to tell me either.  We.  Were.  Finished.

   Monday morning dawned bright and my appearance at my new job was taken
with surprise (for me.) Terry introduced me to the `crew', and all of them
were kind, positive and very friendly.  The `crew' was fourteen men and
women.  Actually, it was three men, and eleven women, not counting Terry,
Pam or I.  I was welcomed like a hero there to save the day, though the
business needed no saving that I could see.

   The first few days I was busy moving and unpacking my things not only in
my new office, but in my new home too.  I didn't have time to think about
my personal life and quite frankly, I was thankful I didn't have to do that
anyway.  Thinking about Giselle and what had happened over these last
months could drive me to drink and I didn't want to go there.

   Terry and Pam had found me the perfect home to live in.  I got the
impression the business had purchased it expressly for me.  Since Terry
knew me fairly well, and Pam had good taste in decorating the three bedroom
house, it was about as great a place as I could have hoped to find... and
it was mine rent/payment free.

   I never had to stay in the motel but for one night.  I felt at home
almost right away, which was surprising.  Pam and Terry had me over for
dinner twice that week, and they knew what was going on in my personal
life.

   Pam clucked over me, like a mother hen, worrying about me, trying to
soften any `bumps' I might have.  Terry patiently watched her, stepping in
time and again to stop her from getting too upsetting about my soon to be
ex.  Pam was a loyal and good friend, one in a million.  Protective and
caring, she was soon working on setting me up with date nights.

   It took a bit of time on my part and on Terry's too for that matter, to
slow her down.  I wasn't interested in any other women at this moment in
time.  I wanted to get my divorce out of the way and then have some time by
myself, figuring out what it was I really wanted in my life.  Dating wasn't
high on my agenda for the foreseeable future.

   I got the call from my lawyer on Thursday.

   "Jim, we're serving Giselle tomorrow at her place of work.  It's all set
up.  The process server will present the papers to her just before noon, so
you'd better be ready for some excitement.  I also have some good DVD's of
the last week too.  She and her lover have been quite busy.  Hang in there
buddy and I'll let you know how things stand tomorrow night."





   My lawyer was good.  She was among the best in the city, perhaps the
State.  She was one of `those' lawyers that other lawyers shuddered when
they heard she'd be representing the other side.  In the land of sharks,
she was the type `A', Great White.  Her reputation was unmatched.  I'd
gotten lucky when I'd been able to get her to represent me.

   At first my lawyer Amanda, hadn't wanted to take me on.  Until I
explained what Giselle had been doing and who with.  Once she knew that
Giselle had been the one to step outside the marital vows, that she'd not
been receptive to my overtures in trying to win her back, and then to find
out who it was Giselle was seeing on the side Amanda had insisted that I
accept her as my lawyer.

   I found out over time that Sam had been involved in several other
marital breakups, and in each one, he'd managed to keep out of the fracas
of discovery, divorce and pain caused by his philandering.  Amanda had a
very special place she wanted to see Sam, and I think that the devil
himself would lose out to this lady.

   It seems that Sam was not only a predator, but he always pushed his
conquests into doing more and more, eventually leading them into almost a
prostitution type life.  He'd use women to get more business lined up for
his company, for favors to people he owed, and things like that.

   I knew that Giselle couldn't have seen that side of him yet... but I was
certain that if she kept seeing him, she would, sooner or later.  I knew
too that Giselle would regret ever having hooked up with him eventually
too. Too bad it would be too late for her to have me to come running to.

   It happened that Sam's modus operandi was about always the same.  Find a
woman that wasn't quite `there' as far as dress, looks or confidence. 
Never all, just one of those things, and he'd work on them.  Get to know
them, build them up, get in between their legs, and then after getting to
be their lover, set them up to `work' for him.  He was slick that was
certain.  Amanda wanted a piece of him badly... and my marriage was to be
the instrument of his destruction it seemed.

   The week went by slowly and each night when I'd call Giselle, it took
all I had to act like I cared.  That Thursday night, I knew it would be the
last call I'd make to her.  I also knew that she'd be trying her damnedest
to call me tomorrow after being served too.  Luckily, my old cell phone
would be history by then.

   Giselle continues:

   Jim called me Thursday and sounded down.  I was feeling guilty too.  I'd
been thinking all week long, in between my fuck-fests with Sam.  I knew
that it was time to break it off.  I shouldn't have ever had to break it
off to begin with.  At different times all day Thursday, I felt like I'd
lost something important.  I couldn't quite put my finger on what was truly
bothering me, but I knew something was going on in my universe.  I could
feel it.  My stomach had been upset, and deep inside I had the feeling of
impending doom for some strange reason.







   Our conversation was different too.  Jim sounded relieved, yet he didn't
seem to want to talk to me.  He called, and pretty much waited for me to
carry the conversation.  When we hung up I told him I loved him and he just
said `goodbye'.  Had I known then what I know now I'd never have let him go
on that trip.  I'd have begged him for forgiveness.  Hindsight is always
twenty-twenty isn't it?

   I put my worries out of my mind and as I turned from hanging up I began
to tell Sam that this would be our last night together.  I was breaking it
off with him now so I'd have two or three days to prepare for my husbands
return.  I wanted to be sure that nothing of Sam would be left in or on my
body.  No smells, no residual sperm, nothing.

   The phone call troubled me late that night, but I finally fell asleep
after Sam stirred awake beside me and began to thrust in and out.  His cock
was still in me from our earlier fucking, him spooned up to my back, and
that last little orgasm put me into la-la land.

   I was at work on Friday just before lunch when my whole universe
shuddered to a halt.  I heard my name mentioned by a man in a dark brown
suit.  It was ill fitting, and he looked a bit hard around the eyes as he
walked towards me.

   "Giselle Hartman?"

   "Yes, can I help you?"

   "You've been served."

   And with that my whole world crumbled around me.  I wasn't sure what I
was being sued for, but something had to be dreadfully wrong.  Without
looking in the envelope he'd handed me before he turned and walked out, I
called Jim.  He'd know what to do.  I always have been able to turn to my
husband to fix problems for me.  He'd fix this up, whatever it was.

   I tried to call him that was.  I hit speed dial on my cell phone and
only heard that Jim's number was no longer in service.  Troubled, I looked
up his phone number on my callers list and tried dialing it, thinking that
the phone company was having issues.  I got the same message.

   Suddenly I was scared.  I felt a chill course through my body as little
demons began to poke my heart.  Panic set in and I did the only thing I
knew to do.  I called Jim's boss.

   "Steven Sedgwick."

   "Steve... I can't seem to get a hold of Jim.  Do you know where he's
staying?"

   "Giselle?"

   "Yes.  This is Giselle Steve, you know me."

   "Why are you calling here?  Jim quit.  His last day was last Friday.  He
took another job somewhere else.  He told me he was moving there
permanently."



   Stunned I could only sit there holding my cell phone to my ear.  Jim had
quit his job?  His last day had been last Friday?  He'd moved away?  I
didn't know what to do.  I sat at my desk in shock.  Not only did I fear my
life now, I realized I'd just made a fool out of myself to Jim's former
boss.  I mean, his own wife wasn't aware of what was going on with him? 
How'd that look to anyone seeing it from the sidelines?

   That brown envelope was looking more and more like a viper waiting to
strike me dead.

   Finally I opened it up and discovered my affair's cost to me.  I'd lost
my husband.  The only man I'd ever loved... was gone.  He'd left me.  I'd
chased him away with my cheap, tawdry affair.  And for what, some temporary
gratification that Jim could have given me had I let him be with me over
the last six months?

   I'm not sure how long I sat at my desk crying, but a co-worker finally
saw me and got me off to the ladies room.  In tears I explained what was
going on.  At first Mary was angry that my husband could be so cruel. 
After I explained my part in why he'd left me she suddenly got angry at me.

   "Are you stupid or crazy?  Jesus Giselle... that man worshipped the
ground you walked on.  He loved you.  He was totally in love with you and
you do this to him?  He's a great catch and you caught and released him? 
You have to be out of your mind to let a man as great as Jim go like this.
What were you thinking?  On your lovers best day he couldn't be a tenth the
man Jim is on his worst day.  You poor foolish woman.  I pity you.  I
really do."

   "I never knew he'd find out Mary.  I thought I'd have my fling, Jim
wouldn't ever know, and after I was over Sam, I'd make it up to Jim."

   "Honey, husbands will always find out, always.  They'll notice it when
you start to act different.  All cheaters do that you know.  It's the
little things in the beginning.  First you may slight him in some little
way.  Your lover is making you feel sexy, your husband obviously didn't,
otherwise your lover wouldn't have gotten to you like he did.  Pretty soon
you're so caught up in your affair you can't see what you're doing to your
loving husband.  You have to understand Giselle, Jim knew.  He felt it over
time.  He dug up the facts I'm sure.  You didn't see it because you were
caught up in your deception and games."

   "Oh God... I've lost him."

   "Maybe... maybe not.  He'll need to talk to you.  There will have to be
closure.  He'll need it.  You may have a small chance to get him to
forgive. He won't forget, but he may forgive you."

   "He hit me with divorce papers today.  He's been acting strange all week
when I talk to him on the phone and now I can't even call him.  I've lost
him.  He'd never have left like this, quitting his job and everything
unless he'd given up on me.  Why couldn't I have seen this?  Why did I keep
on with Sam?  Oh my God, I've ruined my life, my marriage... everything."

   "You'll live Giselle.  Trust me... I know you'll live."

   "How do you know that?"



   "I've told you.  I've been there... right here where you are.  I too had
an affair.  My ex left me.  He beat the holy living hell out of my lover,
but he left me.  I've managed to survive."

   "You cheated on your husband too?"

   "Yeah.  I never saw the little changes in how I treated my husband until
it was too late too.  That's the problem with cheating.  At first you're
trying to hide everything, so you act differently than you would because
what if your husband discovers that you have another man's leavings in you?
Later, you begin to feel some kind of power in that you're getting away
with it, so you relax and to ease any guilt, you begin to give more to your
husband.  Later, you start to feel like you're husband must be less of a
man since you're fooling him so easily and he doesn't have a clue.  Usually
the husband has it all figured out way before you know."

   "How'd he find out?"

   "Don't know.  All I know is that one day I was served, pretty much like
you were today.  He had pictures, recordings even a DVD movie of me with my
lover.  Our lawyers fought it out hard.  I fought the divorce, trying to
convince my husband that I'd change, that I loved him more than any other
man... but it was all for naught.  I lost everything I valued in the
divorce... my husband and his unadulterated love for me, his queen.  I took
that pristine love and dirtied it all up so that even I wouldn't have been
able to forgive myself, had I been in his shoes."

   "Oh.  Oh my God.  Oh my God.  I've lost him, he's gone.  I'm all alone."

   "It doesn't look good for you right now Giselle, but if you work hard as
you can you may be able to get him to forgive you.  He really loved you a
lot and everyone here knows that.  You might be able to change his mind
about you if you try hard, Giselle."

   "I don't even know where to find him.  He quit his job and moved away a
week ago.  I'm not even sure where he is now.  He could be anywhere,
anywhere at all."

   "We'll find him.  He'll have to show up eventually if only to sign the
divorce papers."

   "Yeah, but by then it will be far too late for me or him to reconcile."

   "Call his lawyer and demand that Jim contact you as soon as he can.  He
may not tell you where to find him, but if you can get Jim to call you can
try to reverse search the phone number and locate where he is."

   "What if he doesn't call me?  What then?"

   "There's other ways to locate people now days Giselle.  We'll find him,
we will."

   Mary tried to sound upbeat and positive, but deep down inside she was
afraid that Jim had flown the coop for a particular reason, and the divorce
was probably it.  She felt that Jim was going to try to avoid any contact
with his soon to be ex-wife because he was afraid that he'd buckle under
and appear weak by talking to her and then letting himself be convinced
into taking his cheating wife back.



   Mary understood Jims feelings more than many could realize.  Her own
husband had told her those same things verbatim when he refused to talk to
her about her cheating and the possibility of taking her back.

   He had even been ashamed that he'd let her talk him into an hour long
talk to his soon to be ex, knowing that she'd try to talk him out of the
divorce.  In the end he'd stood strong and left her.  Neither had married
since then and Mary was sure that her ex didn't even date... and their
divorce had been over two years before.

   Mary had painful prior experience about divorce and she'd do whatever
she could to help Giselle with her pain now.  She knew how Giselle was
feeling, and just how devastating it was to be served those papers. 
Giselle needed her help more than she realized.  Far more than she would
know for quite some time.

   I'd been at work for a few weeks when the call came.

   "Jim, she wants to talk.  She's refusing to do sign anything, and she's
said that she'll fight the divorce tooth and nail."

   "Oh man.  Why?  She has the man she wants, so why would she fight it?"

   "Because she doesn't have the man she wants?  I've seen this before. 
Trust me Jim... she is dying in side right now because you found out, left
her, and then hit her with the divorce.  I'm not real certain your actions
were the best way to go about doing things, but I do understand why.  In
the end, she'll fight it, delaying the whole mess until it costs a bunch in
legal fees.  I recommend that you sit and talk with her.  Get her to give
it up.  Maybe she'll see how serious you really are and walk away then."

   "NOW she wants to talk?  NOW?  I tried for months to get her to open up
and talk.  I tried for months to turn her around and back into the woman I
loved and desired.  NOW she wants to talk?  Fuck.  Sorry... I don't mean to
blow up like this.  It just pisses me off so much."

   "Well, you could probably use the good news then huh?"

   "Good news?"

   "Yeah, Sammy boy, her lover, just went down hard.  Seems he tired to
force his way in on Giselle, all pissed off about her breaking it off with
him and meaning it.  The cops were called, and as they hauled him off to
jail, I hear that some other women called the cops and started filing
charges too."

   "How'd the other women know?  OH, wait, don't answer that.  I think I
know what little birdie got the word out about him."

   "Why Jim, I'm surprised you'd think that I, an officer of the court,
could or would do such a thing."



   "I never said you did Amanda.  I can see the light though.  Not to
worry, I won't ever tell.  I hope the son of a bitch goes away for a long,
long time."

   "You and me both Mr.  You and me both.  Anyway, you want me to set up a
meet between you and Giselle?"

   "Fine.  Make it for next Saturday, in the afternoon.  I'll meet her at
Charro's bar.  She'll know where that's at I'm sure."

   "Hey, you doing okay Jim?"

   "Yeah.  Still hurts.  My new job is keeping me plenty busy though, so I
don't have to think too much about things.  Thanks Amanda."

   "You know, you're one of the few good guys Jim.  I respect you and how
you tried to fix things before they got to this point.  Too bad Giselle
didn't see that until it was too late."

   "Yeah.  Too bad."

   Giselle finishes:

   Our talk wasn't good.  Jim flat out refused to agree to any chance of
reconciliation.  He told me I'd burned the bridge to ashes and there was no
structure to repair.  Our marriage was dead and he wanted it buried.  I
finally was forced to sign off on our marriage.  I was forced to give up.
Once I heard his voice, saw the look in his eyes, I knew I'd screwed up.  I
knew he'd never bend on this.  Maybe, had I'd seen something coming like
this before I would have had a chance to save our marriage, but now... not
a chance in a million.

   The worst part of all of this?  I love him completely totally and
forever.  I just didn't realize how much until it was too late.  He found a
new job, moved away and led me to believe he'd be home at the end of the
week.  Yeah, he lied to me.  The problem I have now is to know that I lied
far more, for a far longer time, and in a far worse way.  My life is empty.
My lover gone, evidently headed to jail.  My husband gone and soon to be my
ex-husband, all that's left of my marriage is his signing the decree.

   I'm still young enough to start over, but the clock is ticking and soon
I will be in that danger zone for having children.  I couldn't keep my
first husband, who I loved dearly, even though through my cheating I
clearly showed the opposite to those who saw what happened.  I signed the
final papers today.  `Decree Nisi' being the beginning of the end...
`Decree Absolute' being what I signed today.  So... cold.  So... formal. 
So... empty.











   Jim finishes:

   My life has gone through a metamorphosis.  With Giselle gone living in a
new city and my new job keeping me busy I haven't had a lot of time to
dwell on the recent past.  I have had some nights that were long, cold, and
yes, empty.  I see some silver linings beginning to show up though.

   My process program is working far better than even I hoped for.  Our
business is leaping ahead with a growing momentum thanks to our combined
efforts.  I've found a nice house that I moved into, and one day I hope it
becomes `home' to me too.  Lastly, there's a few nice prospects for female
companionship on my horizon.

   I'm a bit gun shy of new relationships, but I have dated a bit here and
there.  I hope to get over the nasty mess behind me soon and then I can
begin to look for someone special again.  I'm pretty sure they won't look
or even sound or act anything like Giselle though.  That's okay with me
though... I'm about over her totally now.  Just a little more time and I'll
bet even the looks, sounding or acting like her won't even get to me.  Too
much.