Bob, Sandi, and Pauline Ch. 03

"If you need a bed warmer why not let your wife do it? She would kill for the chance."

"How do you know that?"

"We have become friends since I told her what Dale had planned for her."

"What Dale had planned for her?"

"I know Paulie told you what I told her about overhearing what Dale, Jared and Tom talked about in the men's room. Well, after that every time I saw two or three of them go into the bathroom together I would go into the supply closet and listen to what they talked about. I heard Dale tell them he couldn't get your wife to do a gangbang and that your wife had cut him off. I heard both Jared and Tom tell Dale they had tried to get your wife to go out with then and she wouldn't.

"I heard Dale tell Jared that your wife told him to leave her alone and stop trying to get her to have sex with him or she would go to management and file sexual harassment charges against him and that Chicago would probably be brought up and they would both be out of work.

"The one that finally made me go to your wife was when Dale told Tom that the next time he had a working lunch with your wife he would slip her some date rape drugs, get her in a hotel room and then call Tom and Jared and they could have the gangbang they wanted. I went to your wife, told what I'd heard and since then we have become good friends.

"She knows what she did was wrong and she hates herself for it, but what is killing her is losing you. I know what she did and why and she did screw up big time, but are you a saint? Look back on your life and I'm sure that you will see times when you screwed the pooch big time and I'm sure that at those times someone had to forgive you. Why can't you find a little forgiveness in you?"

She looked at her watch and said, "I've got to get back to work." She opened her purse, took out a business card and handed it to me. "Call my cell and keep me up to date on what you tell Paulie so I can match your story when she jumps me over our 'afternoon dalliance" and then she was gone leaving me with a headful of questions and no answers. I remembered what Doris had said about Pauline and I wondered what it was that she saw in Pauline that I had missed.

I caught the afternoon matinee at the Rialto to kill the afternoon and then I went home. When my cell chimed I looked at the display and saw that it was Pauline so I let it go to voice mail. She called me twice more in the next two hours and I took the second call. After I said hello she asked if I was home and when I said yes she asked if she could come over.

"You didn't get enough this afternoon?"

"Enough what?"

"Oh come on Pauline; was my performance in bed so bad that you have forgotten about it all ready?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Skipping lunch and having a long afternoon in bed with you. What else would I be talking about?"

She was silent for a bit and then she said, "I just remembered that I promised my sister I'd stop by and see her tonight. See you in the morning okay? Bye."

As soon as I hung up I got out Pat's card and gave her a call. When she answered I said:

"Don't need to wait until tomorrow to talk to Pauline. She just called and wanted to know if she could come over" and then I told her how the conversation had gone. "If I'm right she is all ready on her way over to see you. Call me and let me know how things go."

"I'll do that. Bye."

I figured that I wouldn't hear from Pat until the next day so I watched some TV before going to bed. I was sitting up in bed reading Randy Wayne White's newest novel when my phone rang. I saw that it was Pat's number so I answered it. After my greeting she said:

"Paulie just left and she was fuming. Called me a treacherous bitch and I just laughed at her. Anyway, she came over like you thought and as soon as she was in the door she asked me where I had been that afternoon and I knew that she had figured it out. I told her the story you suggested and then said that it was so good that I was thinking of going after you myself. That's when she called me a treacherous bitch. I laughed at her and said:

"Remember Brian? I think this makes us even so now all you have to worry about is whether or not I'll settle for even or if I might want to get ahead."

"That's when she stormed out. Keep me up on what happens next okay?"

"You got it. Talk to you later."

I was smiling when I finished the chapter I was reading and then I turned off the night and went to sleep.

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The next day at work Pauline was as professional as usual and just before quitting time she asked:

"Your place or mine?"

I thought of pulling her leg and telling her that I had something else going that night, but then decided not to push it. Pauline was good pussy and I saw no sense in messing up a good thing until I absolutely had to so I said:

"Your choice."

"My place then. I feel like cooking and I've always heard that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"For some men maybe, but the way to mine is below my stomach and hangs down when it isn't sticking straight out."

"I'll try both routes then just to make sure I get where I want to go."

I just smiled and she told me that she would see me there. As she walked out of my office I watched her ass and thought that it was too damned bad that she was the way she was. If I hadn't heard the tape that Pat had made Pauline could have very well been my second wife. That thought caused me to think of my first wife and I thought about what Pat had told me. I made two decisions and both of them were going to cost me. One would cost me some money and one could cost me some time in jail, but I had to do them.

I got out the Yellow Pages and found what I was looking for and made an appointment for the next day and then I headed over to Pauline's to get fed and fucked. The next day Gavin Meyers of Spenser Investigations took my check and the information I'd given him and told me that I should hear from him in about two weeks.

The two weeks flew by and were fairly uneventful. I was spending the night with Pauline three or four nights a week either at my place or hers and we had sex almost every night and some times in the mornings. Half a dozen times during both weeks Pauline had me do her in her butt and I loved it. When Sandi had tied me to the bed and basically raped me I had loved the super tight feel of her ass and she had obviously liked my being in there. Pauline loved it too. She even had orgasms several times while I packed her fudge.

Two weeks to the day Gavin Meyers from Spenser Investigations called me and told me he had what I wanted. It was all there. The nights I hadn't been with Pauline she had spent with Randy McComb. I already knew about Randy from Pat, but I couldn't throw Randy in Pauline's face without her knowing that I got it from Pat so I had to have another source. I didn't intend to use it any time soon because as I had told Pat Pauline was a damned good PA and I was in no hurry to lose her. However I did see the time coming when I would have to use it.

The other information I got from Spenser would be put to immediate use. I called in some favors and then one night when Dale pulled into his driveway and got out of his car I was waiting and he never saw the first punch. It was not supposed to be a fair fight; it was supposed to be a beating so I didn't feel the least bit guilty about the sucker punch. I was wearing a ski mask so he couldn't see my face, but that wouldn't keep him from knowing who I was.

After that first punch I beat the shit out of him. He was lying on the ground and barely moving when I kicked him twice in the crotch. I bent down, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face up to mine. With my face only inches from his I said:

"This is only a sample of what will happen to you the next time you lay a finger on Sandi. Put all thoughts of Sandi, date rape drugs and gangbangs out of your mind. If I hear that you have been anything but professional with her I'll see you again and you have my solemn promise that next time I'll put you in the intensive care unit at the hospital."

I let go of his hair, kicked him in the family jewels one more time and then I left. Did I worry about the police? Of course I did, but the favors I'd called in were from five guys who would swear that I had been playing poker with them all evening. Could the cops break the alibi? Possibly, if they tried hard enough, but I was gambling that they wouldn't try all that hard. Maybe if I had killed Dale, but just for a beating? I didn't think so. Also there was the fact that I was sure Dale recognized who his assailant was and that if the cops dug deep enough and hard enough that the reason for the beating would come out and I was pretty sure that he didn't want that. Like I said; it was a gamble.

After I left Dale's I drove over to the south side of town. It was a night that Pauline and I weren't going to get together and out of curiosity I drove past 1343 Windsong Lane and I saw that Pauline's car was parked in the driveway. Just for a second I thought it might be interesting to stop, ring the doorbell and ask if I could have a few words with Pauline, but I quickly shook off the thought and headed for home.

The next morning I called Pat and asked her to keep her ear to the ground for me over the next couple of days and she said she would and then asked me why. I just told her that there had been some recent developments that might make things in her department at Martin's interesting and that if I was right there would be no more talk about date rape drugs and gangbangs.

That afternoon my attorney called me and told me that Sandi's attorney had asked for a conference to discuss voluntary counseling and that if I wasn't willing he would petition the court to order counseling. I told him that no way was I going to agree to that and to put to bed the bullshit about court ordered counseling I would just go ahead and stop the divorce.

"Just pull the papers and send me your bill. When she finds some other guy and decides to get married again she can bring the divorce."

"I hate to say it, but that's probably your best move at this point."

The next morning I was just walking into my office after a ten o'clock meeting when the phone rang. Gwen, my new secretary answered it and said it was for me. I picked up and it was Pat.

"Dale came to work this morning with two black eyes, a split lip and walking with a limp. I put that and your phone call yesterday together and came up with what I believe is the right answer. Care to comment?"

"Nothing other than to say that it couldn't have happened to a more deserving guy."

"The story he is putting out is that he was mugged and his wallet was stolen."

That pretty much told me that my gamble had paid off and I wouldn't be having a visit from the police.

"Thanks for the call. Keep your eyes open okay?"

"I will. Take care. Bye-bye."

That afternoon just after three Gwen told me that I had a call on line two. I picked up the phone, said hello and heard Sandi say:

"You still care. I know you do so why won't you give me a chance?"

"Because I don't want to get burned again."

"You don't have to worry about that. You know that it isn't going to happen again."

"I knew it was something I was never going to have to worry about when we said our vows, but it still happened didn't it?"

"I explained that Bob. You have to know that I will never let it happen again."

"I've already told you Sandi; we could have possibly have gotten by what happened in Chicago, but the three months after are the sticking point."

"I explained that too Bob. There was no love or affection involved. It was just something to hold me while I tried to come up with a way to get you to try anal."

"I don't seem to recall any attempt on your part to get me to have anal sex with you Sandi. Not once during the three months you were putting out for Dale do I remember you doing anything to even remotely suggest that you wanted me to try anal sex with you."

"I couldn't. If I would have you would have wondered why my sudden interest after always having said no. I had to wait for you to bring it up. Please Bob, give me a chance. I know you still care. What you did to Dale proves that."

"What I did to Dale? I don't know what you are talking about."

"Bullshit Bob. Deny it all you want, but I know it was you who beat him up. He has been walking on eggshells around me ever since he got to work this morning. I know you care so why won't you give me a chance?"

"I have to hang up now Sandi. I have a meeting to go to. Goodbye."

I didn't have a meeting to go to, but I needed to end the conversation. The fact was that I did care. Actually the fact was that I still loved the woman, but I didn't think that I could live with her given her three month affair with Dale. I sat there staring at the phone as I wondered about what I'd just thought. I didn't 'think' that I could live with her, but did I 'know' that I couldn't? That prompted the thought "Why not give her the chance she wanted and see?" My thoughts were interrupted by Gwen telling me that Frank wanted to see me so I got up and headed for his office.

When I got back to my office it was almost quitting time and I asked Pauline if it would be her place or mine that night.

"Neither sweetie. I promised my sister I'd stop by and visit her tonight."

I put a disappointed look on my face and she caught it and said, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow night lover. Take your vitamins; it could be a long night for you."

On a hunch I went into the men's room, took out my cell and called Pat. As I expected she didn't know anything at all about a visit from her sister.

"I haven't talked to Paulie since the night she stormed out of my place."

That told me that Pauline was probably going to be spending the night at a condo on Windsong Lane.

I left work and headed for Bud's Bar for a brew or two and while I sat at the bar nursing a PBR and watching the Bronco's beating the Raiders I again wondered if Sandi and I could make a go of it. On a whim I left the bar and headed for the house. As I turned onto the street I saw Sandi getting into a car parked in front of the house. I saw her slide over and kiss the driver. Not a quick peck on the cheek, but a solid kiss. When the car drove away from the curb I decided to follow. Ten minutes later the car pulled into the parking lot at the Texas Roadhouse. Sandi and the driver sat in the car and necked for a couple of minutes and then she and the man got out of the car and, then hand in hand, they walked into the restaurant. Once out of the car I recognized the man. It was Bill Neubert. He had been Sandi's boyfriend from the seventh grade until their second year in college. They'd had a big fight and had broken up and a week after their breakup I'd asked Sandi for a date and we had been together ever since.

Curiosity got the best of me and so I waited until they came out and then I followed them back to the house. They both went inside and an hour later the inside lights went out and after an hour wait with no one coming out of the house I headed on back to my place. As I drove back to my apartment I thought of a couple of things and decided to go ahead and do them. The house still had my name on the mortgage so I had the legal right to do what I wanted to do.

In the morning I called Gavin at Spenser Investigations and told him what I needed and the next day, after making sure that Sandi was at work, I met a man from Spenser's and by noon the house was wired for audio and video. When I first saw my attorney he had informed me that without direct physical evidence of adultery I would be hard put to come out of the divorce without being on the losing end financially. All I had was Sandi's confession and she could always deny it if it was in her best interests.

If Sandi and Neubert were doing what I was certain they were doing I would have evidence that I could use if I reinstated the divorce. Sandi and I were still married and it would be evidence of adultery. I knew I was just as guilty, but I didn't know if Sandi even knew about Pauline, but even if she did I doubted that she would put a private detective on me to gather evidence. Why would she? She wanted us back together. Curiously enough I was not angry or upset at what she was doing with Neubert. I realized she was a healthy female and had needs and I wasn't there to fulfill them. After all it was the same needs that were behind my taking up with Pauline. The difference between what she was doing with Neubert and what she had done with Dale is that while she was fucking around with Dale I had been there to meet her needs. It was no fault of mine that I hadn't been meeting her anal needs. That was strictly on her.

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The next three weeks went by and once a week I would stop by the house while Sandi was at work and get the DVD out of the recorder hidden in the garage and put a fresh one in and then I'd get the tape out of the recorder on the phone line and put a new tape in. I'd watch the discs at my apartment while waiting for Pauline or on nights when Pauline and I didn't get together. Neubert wasn't there every night, but he did average twice a week.

It wasn't the sex I was paying attention to although at times I did get a charge out of watching Sandi fuck. She wasn't any different with Neubert than she had been with me, but I was seeing things I'd never been able to see when I was doing her. I'd never seen her facial expressions when I had been doing her doggie or reverse cowgirl. I'd never seen her feet when I made love to her so I never knew that the toes on her right foot curled downward and the toes on her left foot didn't.

What I got out of the discs was what was talked about. Neubert wanted her to let the divorce happen so he could marry her, but she kept telling him that the only man she wanted to be married to was me and that she would never consent to a divorce. She said she would fight to the death to keep it from happening.

"As long as we are married I have hope that he will come back."

"How can you make love to me if you feel that strongly about him?"

"I am not making love to you. I am a healthy woman and I need sex and I'm getting what I need from you. That's all it is Bill; the sex I need. I only make love with my husband."

One of the things I heard that I couldn't understand was her position on anal sex where Neubert was concerned. He kept asking her to let him have her ass and she kept telling him that her ass was only for her husband. Why was she saying that when it was her desire to get butt fucked and her letting Dale do it that put us where we were?

At least once a week Pauline would ask me how my divorce was coming and I told her it was going slow because Sandi was fighting it and that she and her lawyer kept throwing up roadblocks.

Once a week I'd call Pat to see if she had picked up anything and she always said she hadn't.

"Your wife and Dale seem to be professional with each other and if they are doing anything it is away from here, but in my talks with her I get the impression that the only relationship she has with him is a working one. She tells me that you have stopped the divorce. Having second thoughts?"

"Maybe" I said and then wondered why I said it.

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It was a Tuesday and Pauline wouldn't be over that night. Off 'visiting her sister' she said. I'd swung by the house and had picked up the latest from the recorder and I sat down and had a beer while I listened to the phone tape and watched the video. There was nothing on the phone tape -- there never was -- just normal calls and the occasional call from Neubert setting up a date. The video showed that Neubert had been there Sunday and I watched as they sucked and fucked and then it got interesting.