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Click here"Jim, because of Ted's accident, what I need to do is going to be so much easier and that is, file for divorce. I knew I was going to divorce him but the question was when? I am not sure if you are aware of this but all the dealerships are in my name so I have decided to put them up for sale. Owning Harley dealerships has become a very lucrative business and selling them shouldn't be hard. We have invested over the years and even though I am not yet 45 I have plenty of cash and investments to never have to work again. Even after I share 50/50 with Ted so he can be in care, I will have plenty left. I have always been envious of you and Sue, mainly because of your love and devotion to each other but also your plans to travel. I know I can't replace Sue but can I be your travel buddy and see everything you had planned with Sue?
"Do you really want to do that? I didn't think you like to travel."
"You don't know me as well as you thought. I have always had a wanderlust and nothing would please me more than seeing the country and also the world. It was Ted who hated to go anywhere and besides he would never take time off work. With both of us doing important jobs in the business, especially as we expanded, it was difficult for us both to be gone at the same time."
"Ok, let's think about this. You have many things to do today but tonight, let's sit down and make a list of places we want to see in the states then a list of sights in the world. Sue and I had a list but you might want to see or do other things."
"Sue showed me your travel dreams and I would love to just use that list. I was so envious when she shared that with me."
We cleaned up the breakfast dishes then Deb went home to shower and attend to her business. I had an element of excitement that I had not felt in years. I found Deb good-looking and there was definitely a sexual attraction but I wasn't sure if I was ready for sex. It just didn't feel right for some reason, however, as a traveling buddy, I was completely comfortable with her.
The next few weeks passed quickly. Ted had been served, neither of us visited him, and he knew the reason why. He had plowed one too many bushes and now it was time to pay for his deeds and face a lonely life in care.
A week before the divorce was final Ted called, "Jim, can you forgive me? I don't know why I took advantage of Sue other than the fact that she was there caring for me but I want to apologize. I realize I pushed her to do something she obviously didn't want to do. If you can find it in your heart, I would still like to be friends."
"Ted, you have a lot of nerve calling me. If you weren't in hospital and in a wheelchair, I would have whipped your ass. You are a cold, callous bastard. How many marriages have you ruined during your life because of your philandering? I can tell you that you have put a dark cloud over what I considered a perfectly happy marriage. Deb said you will be in care for the remainder of your life, which I hear will also be a sexless life. I will leave you with something to think about; in one week, your divorce will be final and Deb and I are taking off together. While you are stuck in that wheelchair eating institutional food your ex-wife will be sharing my bed and having great sex with me. How is that for retribution?"
He didn't comment but just hung up the phone. That was the last time I ever talked to him.
We had a travel plan incorporating many National Parks and well as numerous attractions such as vineyards and wineries. When possible we would bypass the big cities as we wanted to see the country not concrete jungles. I bought a new Jeep Wrangler and had hitches installed to tow it behind the motorhome. Deb sold her franchise within the first two weeks and we waited until the deal closed and her divorce finalized before making our departure.
Deb spent her time between her house and mine. We shared our meals together and slept in the same bed. I asked her if we could take it slow because I wasn't ready to have sex yet besides I didn't want it to feel like rebound sex. I thought that as long as we were neighbors we knew everything about each other but I discovered new things about my friend and none disappointed me. However, I was still upset about Sue's cheating and just falling in bed with someone without a connection was not my way and neither would it mend a broken heart.
During the next few weeks we shopped and equipped the RV for an extended trip. My RV was the same size as a Greyhound bus and was a lavish home on wheels. In the rear was a large master bedroom with its own shower and toilet. Further up was another, smaller bedroom and a second bathroom. There were pull outs on both sides which increased the size of all rooms. The kitchen, dining room and living room were all luxurious and well equipped. Driving the RV was similar to my Lexus only much larger and even though I was pulling a jeep, you would never know it.
On the morning that Deb's divorce was finalized we departed Dallas and headed west. We stopped for lunch in Abilene then drove on to Van Horn where we stopped for the night. Van Horn is about as deep into West Texas as you can be and still be in the Central Time Zone. Two miles outside of Van Horn the time changes to Mountain Time.
We grilled steaks and shared a bottle of wine and talked about the excitement of the trip. After eating we cleaned up and I looked at Deb, "I think after such a long day, we should have an early evening and maybe a bit of fun. Are you up to it?"
"I've been waiting on you, lead the way."
That night marked several things, first of all, it sealed our relationship as a couple. We had incredible sex that hinged on being better than I remembered with Sue, we got closure concerning Ted and Sue's affair, and I found my motivation to travel albeit with a younger woman who I'm sure one day will be my wife.
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This is a BTB story, however in this case, it means BURN THE BASTARD!
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From what I read, there was no BTB! Ted burned himself! The story could also have used a bit more emotion, but maybe the MC was still too emotionally numb from his wife dying, then finding out she cheated on him? And to be honest, I don't buy the idea that his wife was somehow manipulated or coerced into cheating. She could easily have said "no", unless she was truly stupid and naive.
Agree with 6King; there’s no emotion here. His feelings of frustration and confusion at not being able to confront his wife. Should have gone to SEE Ted and whispered all that stuff in his ear. “Think about sitting in this chair in your adult diaper with your useless dick as I fuck your wife every night. As she sucks my dick and swallows every drop. As I make her scream MY name. You worthless piece of shit.” When you die, which I hope is a long long time away, we will dump you in the nearest pig farm. So at least you’ll do some good in this life.”
Sounds as though the bastard just experienced karma... a truly righteous karma.
Hopefully, they stopped in to say bye to the asshole and then stopped at the cemetary to piss on the slut's grave. No forgiveness for either miscreant, just enjoying life with a younger woman.
I would love to see the piss puddle on Sue’s grave, growing persistent. LOL
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About six years later, NoTalentHack wrote a story called "No Place to Go" about a man who has to deal with his late wife's cowardly post-mortem written confession, leaving the man without an outlet for his pain, anger and hate. Much, much more emotion on the part of the MC in that story. Freewheel's story, while enjoyable, lacks a similar emotional punch to make it a more gripping tale.
Why tell him his wife cheated? just tell him that her husband cheated and she was going to leave him and take a run at romance. no need to make the last "fresh" memory of his wife being adultery. There's no chance of closure.
Deb told Jim about his wife's adultery. Wasn't Sue's fault but Deb's husband Ted's. No? She could've said no & kept her legs & vagina closed... but she didn't. So she's as much as fault as he was. Don't know why he couldn't wash himself. He was injured, but not totally incapacitated. Never denied him anything? Did Sue clean up fully after having sex with Ted, or give her husband some sloppy seconds?
Ted's call to Jim took guts, but why wait until his divorce is about over? Can't be too sorry as he did willingly.... Jim's answer was point on. Loved EastCoaster1's line: Karma's a bitch... & she knows where you live.
Unfortunately, that entire affair, as short as it was, blemished the wonderful memories/ marriage that was Sue & Jim. 3 stars. Nice story but that's all. Bob
Sue never denied him anything. Shorthand for sloppy seconds. A wonderful lady.
Just not to her husband.
Nicely done, and 4 stars.
The 'B'astard in this tale was well-burned, but it was self-immolation.
His asking for forgiveness opened himself up to the answer he got - karmic retribution for seducing his best friend's wife !
The fact that he would be in a wheelchair for life, with his care paid from the proceeds of the sale of the business he owned jointly with his wife, was his price for both cheating on his wife as well as betraying his best friend !
I didn't really see any issues with his wife divorcing him, nor his former friend telling him he would become a couple with the now-divorced wife.
As has been said many times before, Karma is a bitch... and she knows where you live !
It sucks he can't get revenge on his wife because the cheating slut is dead. I would make up a new headstone to read, " cheating whore" who killed our marriage six months before she went to hell.
Great BTB. Both the direct burnage (short but sweet phone call), and the "best revenge is living well". Easy 5 stars. And BTBitch part was covered by Karma coming for her in the form of cancer.
- I agree that it is an excuse in the absolute form, but also in any cheating, there are degrees of shade - a lot of it based on intent. So yeah, in this case the wife was less at fault compared to the bastard. Now, the wife was more guilty in relation to main character (being she was married to him and SHE, not the bastard, promised him fidelity); but her fault to main character is less than his fault to his ex-wife. But yes, ultimately, che DID cheat, regardless of nuances and excuses.
Always excuse.
He/she seducer.
Stupid
You could always leave when first step made by one of the cheating people
Good writing and a good story. Both MC's acted in perfect moralistic norms. Her husband and his wife were both disgusting cheaters. He had a wife every night to "help" him. She knew this but fucked him anyway. No excuse except mutual lust on both their parts. So fuck both of them.
An OK story but that's about it. Emotionally for the topic, it wasn't all there. Also, Deb stated that Sue's cheating was only Ted's fault. I beg to differ. She not only chose to jerk him off, but to strip & ride him sexually. Nobody forced her. I might see the manual manipulation being out of courtesy, but full blown intercourse? Just no. I've also a problem with Deb, just after Ted's accident, asking Jim to bring over some wine for the talk. While she may've wanted the divorce, just hearing about her husband's injuries just seems too much. 2 stars Bob
Could have been a really good story, but somehow it seemed emotionally flat. 3*
I stopped reading this ridiculous garbage when the wife asked Jim to come over to her house and he said he will bring a bottle of merlot to cheer her up. He is in the hospital paralyzed for fuck sakes. What stupid unrealistic absurd writing. This crap doesn't even deserve a 1.
Author never explains why Deb waited five years to talk, particularly if she was interested in him. Seems like a huge hole in the story.
Also, Ted seems to be a bit overstated. How do you keep three dealerships running for ten years without being daily directly involved. Author generally seems to have no real life experiences.