Chapter 1
“Hey buddy! 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 that 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, I 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! A 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 who 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 are 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, it’s on the way. Should hit your screen in a couple of 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 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 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, and 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 of hours. Confirm where the hotel is again for me.”
Eddie gave Lawrence explicit directions from memory.
“Okay, I’m out of 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 hour 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 as he 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 and lots of diamond necklaces, and 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, broken-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 led 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 fuzzy black and white images Lawrence had always seen.
