MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4 - Sex Stories

MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4

... brother’s life. Pepe vowed revenge and, as the leader of the area’s most powerful Hispanic gang, he had plenty of contacts in the jail. Simon had been there only four days when he “tripped,” breaking his nose. The following night a fight broke out in the shower. When the room was cleared by the guards a body lay at the opposite end of the room, his head bashed in and his windpipe crushed—injuries that virtually exactly matched those incurred by Alexandra. I was one of many—I was sure—who was glad to see the bastard dead, especially because Jennie would never have to testify in court. I was sure that everything would get back to normal now—whatever that was. Jennie’s pregnancy was, thankfully, mostly uneventful with the exception of about a dozen incidences of morning sickness. She was just entering her eighth month when Claire called me on the intercom. “Mr. Healey, you have a visitor, but she won’t give me her name.” “That’s odd,” I thought, but I walked immediately to my office door, putting on my best “client smile.” I stepped into the doorway, “Good afternoon, I’m Tim Healey…how may I help you?” “By going into your office, if that’s acceptable,” the sixty-something woman replied. She was short, with long brown hair tied up into a tight bun, brown eyes, and what I thought was expensive makeup. “Of course.“ I stepped aside and, with a wave of my arm, showed her in. “Please close the door. My words are for your ears only.” I did, but not knowing who or why or what, I turned ...

... on my portable digital recorder. I showed her to a chair in front of my desk as I retreated behind it. She waited a few seconds before beginning. “I know you ratted out my husband.” “I’m sorry? Perhaps if I knew who you are I’d know what I’m accused of.” “I’m Suzanne Alcott—Simon’s wife.” “Oh,” I commented neutrally. “I’d say I was sorry for your loss under other circumstances, but I’m not. If anyone deserved to die it was your husband.” “I must agree. You see, I sent the information to you in the hope you’d expose him. I must say you exceeded even my high expectations. Simon was a serial cheat; he cheated at everything—life as well as business. Would you believe that he actually bragged about forcing your poor wife to have sex with him? The son of a bitch even showed me pictures on his phone. They were most lurid and disgusting. He bragged about how he coerced her and even how he had made her cry every time. When he wasn’t bragging about that it was how he had cheated on this project or that.” “I am sorry. No woman should have to take that kind of treatment.” “I didn’t, did I? I got even by exposing him. You were an excellent agent for my vengeance…even better than I had hoped.” “What’s going to happen to you financially? Are you going to survive all the lawsuits and fines?” “Oh, yes; you see I have my own money—an inheritance from my grandparents. I never relied on Simon for money. Actually, it was the other way around. He was loving and attentive when we were first married ...