Consequences: Donna - Sex Stories

Consequences: Donna

She thought consequences didn't apply to her. I read many stories about spouses cheating. Usually the stories had me think about answering the question: Would I react the way the characters in the stories react. The only thing I was sure of was that I couldn't see myself forgiving my wife. Probably divorce would be a default result reaction. As I read I could usually feel my emotional reaction wanting me to want to physically hurt my wife and the man who screwed her. At the same moment I knew I'd find it very hard to hurt someone. Then while I was away in Salt Lake City I got a call from my lawyer. The thoughts about infidelity were no longer fiction, no longer "what if". Donna had been seen entering the Red Lobster the evening after I left for Salt Lake. She was with my business partner and best friend Frank. They were seen by my personal lawyer, Paula Whitestone. To Paula they seemed more than friendly during their dinner. Taking her job as my lawyer seriously she had them followed. The tail discovered they arrived at the Red Lobster together in Frank's BMW and when they left he drove Donna home. What wasn't Ok was that the next morning the BMW was still parked in our driveway. Paula had her guy dig a little deeper and after Donna and Frank left for the day he installed a video camera and transmitter. He did it from outside the house. While he was at it he installed another camera looking into Frank's bedroom. Two days later he had video showing Donna having sex with ...

... Frank at Frank's place and in our bed at home. She also entertained three of our other friends in our bedroom. All the photographic evidence was given to Paula and she called me. I booked the next available flight home. Poor timing. As she called me Los Angeles was at the beginning of a rain storm and many flights into LAX were not flying. I sat in the airport for six hours ready to explode. It was bright and clear outside. On the schedule board it said, "Los Angeles... Flt 1088 Dep 12:15pm DELAYED". After six hours I walked to a car rental desk and rented a car. The delay was scheduled to last another twelve hours, then the flight would take three hours. I was pretty sure I could get to Los Angeles before anyone waiting for the flight. I needed to be doing something. Sitting in an airport having been told my partner and three other men were fucking my wife wasn't possible. I got papers to a rental car and walked back to the flight gate. I loudly said, "I have rented a car and I'm driving to Los Angeles. If you'd rather sit here, praying for the estimate of twelve hours before a flight to be accurate, then you're fine. If you'd rather drive to L.A. starting now, you're welcome to go with me. See me now, if you're interested." Some people spoke to the person sitting next to them. Some looked at me like I was nuts. I waited two minutes, didn't see anyone moving towards me, picked up my carry-on bag and headed away from the gate. I made my announcement at gate 53. The exit to the ...