Betrayed Husbands Anonymous Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Betrayed Husbands Anonymous Ch. 03

... afraid that Williams will become aware that someone else wants to take Mason out and want you to seek that as his revenge."

"You told me BHA doesn't do that kind of work."

"Well, I said, I was promised I would not do that kind of work. I don't think BHA does it, either. But Chuck has a more entrepreneurial spirit. If someone is willing to pay him to do something, Chuck is anxious to do the work. He is morally flexible."

"So, you're not involved. What is the issue?"

"Junior wants Mason out of the picture. Chuck is happy to oblige. I know all this today. Does that make me an accessory?"

"So, go to the police."

"Chuck would see that as an impediment to his earning potential and make me part of a package deal."

"Well, technically, you don'tknow anything."

"True, but can I live with a murder, knowing I could have stopped it?"

"No, I know you can't. And your dilemma is Chuck won't let you live if he thinks you have a conscience."

"Yep. Let's change the subject."

"Before we do, consider this. You really don't know anything. You know Chuck. If we wake up in the morning and some local big-wig has been killed - you'd know if Chuck could find a profit in it, he may have done it. If the big wig were Mason, how would it be different?"

I didn't answer. But she was right. Knowing Chuck is a "bad guy" makes him a suspect. Unless I know of a plan, I don'tknow anything. Strongly suspecting while willfully ignorant - could I live with ...

... that?

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Spending the night together is a great part of a new relationship. We didn't get to do it that often because of Judy. Usually, Bridget made us wait until Judy was asleep and then wanted me to leave before we fell asleep. Tonight, Judy had a sleep-over, and I guess, so did I.

We were cuddled, enjoying the afterglow. I asked, "You know one of the things I miss most about spending the night?"

"Well, since tomorrow I'll be uncomfortable sitting or walking, I could guess." She giggled.

"Oh, did I hurt you?"

"Think about it. Did you hear me saying - stop or more."

"Oh, yeah, there is that. To get to the point, I need your help."

She looked at me like I had said something in a foreign language. "I don't think my ex ever asked for my help."

"That's an odd thing to say. Why that response?"

"When he said something like that, what he wanted was for me to take the trash out. Wash his car. Do something, so he didn't have to. I know you are going to ask me to do something you can't. Some way I can really be helpful to you."

"Well, you're right about that. I am not doing well at winning your daughter over and it's important to me."

She laughed, a deep hearty laugh. "You're already ten times the father her father is and he isn't the least concerned. Judy is being a pill right now. For years, my heart has been exclusively hers. Now, I smile when your name is mentioned. She wants her exclusivity back."

"Okay... What does... no that is not what I want to ask, why ...