Frank and Jean

I went back to the office and since I had a clear schedule I went down to the conference room and got the audio-visual cart and pushed it to my office. The cart was set up with a large screen TV and the necessary equipment to play cassette tapes, CDs and DVDs. I told Kathy I didn't want to be disturbed unless it was a catastrophic emergency and then I settled in to watch the CDs Alan had given me.

There was nothing of interest on the phone taps other than Jean's worries following my Alpha male performance. Most of it was setting up times for meetings and exchanges of "I miss you" and "I can't wait to see you again."

The visuals were uninspiring. Frankly I'd seen better porn and after watching the two of them I thought that I fucked her a hell of a lot better than he did. There was one thing that pissed me off severally. It seemed that Jean only disliked anal with me because she gave it up to Andy almost every time they got together. In fact she apologized to him for my getting something that was only supposed to be his.

The one thing I expected to see that I didn't was me being trashed. After hearing myself being referred to as "The big doofus" in the overheard conversation I expected that I would be shot through the grease by them. I learned nothing from that week's batch that told me anything about the why and when they got started.

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The weekend was sex free as Jean, the kids and I slept in the tent at the lake. Monday I was too busy to check on the camera feeds from the house and Tuesday I took a quick one day trip that didn't allow me to check in on Jean's doings. I checked the feed from time to time on Wednesday, but didn't catch anything.

It was going to be hit and miss because Andy sold real estate and could leave his office and visit Jean whenever he felt like it and I couldn't stay glued to the computer all day. Thursday I managed to catch them finishing up and getting dressed, but I'd have to wait for my Friday lunch date with Alan to find out what they talked about.

Jean wanted to make love Thursday night so I came to the conclusion that she enjoyed giving me Andy's leftovers. If I was right she fucked Andy on Tuesday because she wanted to make love Tuesday night.

When I had lunch with Alan he told me that the weeks take was pretty lackluster. They had met Tuesday as I had surmised and of course there was the day before.

"How long do you want to keep going? You have enough by now to burn her."

"I probably do, but I'm hoping for some information that will give me an idea of when and why they started and I'm curious about the financial thing they are waiting on before they go for divorces. Lets give it a couple of more weeks and if we don't have anything by then I'll end it."

Jean wanted to make love that night and I was beginning to see a pattern. She wanted to make love on the nights she had spent the day with Andy. I obliged her with a hard and fast fuck and then fell asleep.

Saturday she told me she was going to do some shopping for clothes and asked me if I would mind watching the kids. I of course didn't and we had a fun day together. Jean got home around seven with a bunch of shopping bags and packages so I guess she did do some shopping, but she wanted to make love that night and that told me that she hadn't spent all of her time in stores.

Since I'd found out about her and Andy – with the exception of my 'Alpha night' – I'd made no moves to start the sexual dance with Jean; I just followed her lead. I wondered if sooner or later she would notice that and if she did would it make her wonder. I decided that I needed to be the one to start things every once in a while so Sunday night I made overtures and got:

"Not tonight honey. I've had a bad day and I just want to go soak in the tub."

It was a first. She had never refused me before.

That night I did something I'd been putting off because quite frankly, I wasn't sure that I really wanted to know. After Jean and the kids were asleep I got out of bed and went to the kids rooms. I gently opened their mouths and swabbed the insides of their cheeks. I dropped them off at a lab the next day so DNA tests could be run and told them I'd pay extra for expedited results.

That night Jean wanted to make love so I assumed that she had been with Andy earlier in the day. That was confirmed the next morning when Alan called me.

"We've got something. They met yesterday and I think you need to see it before Friday. I'll messenger it over to you."

At ten fifteen I had a CD in my hand and I headed for the conference room to use the audio-video set up. As usual the sex was uninspiring, but the conversation as they were dressing was enlightening.

"How much longer until we can pull the plug" Jean asked.

"It hasn't changed any since the last time you asked. Pat doesn't come into her trust fund until she reaches thirty-five and that's still two years away. Anything on your end? Frank's dad any closer to handing the company over to Frank?"

"Doesn't seem likely. The old fart is as healthy as a horse."

"Well then, since you won't be able to suck anything out of Frank we are stuck waiting for Pat to turn thirty-five."

"Why don't we just say to hell with it and do it? I'll get the kids in the divorce and I'm sure the courts will give me the house until they turn eighteen. I'll get a nice chunk of alimony and half of our assets and that's a lot."

"I'm not walking away from a chance to get half of Pat's five million. It is only two more years – nineteen months actually – and we have already waited six years so what's two more?"

"We've been lucky and I'm just afraid that our luck won't hold. I want to end things on my terms and not Frank's."

"So cross your fingers and hope that Frank's dad kicks off or retires in the next couple of months. The pre-nup keeps you from getting any part of the company, but once Frank takes control of the company his net worth goes up and your half of the assets could double."

"I still think we need to do it now."

"You worry too much love; we are going to be okay."

I clicked it off and then heard "You poor guy."

I turned and saw Kathy standing there. "I'm sorry boss, didn't mean to intrude, but the door wasn't locked and I needed to remind you of your afternoon appointment with Gilmer over at Apex Products."

"How long have you been there?"

"Almost from the beginning. You were so rapt on watching that I guess you didn't hear me come in. When I saw what you were watching I should have quietly left, but I couldn't tear myself away. How long have you known?"

"Far longer than I've wanted to. This stays between us right?"

"You know me boss. You know I've got your back. What are you going to do?"

"Not sure yet. I need a little more information before I decide."

"Anything I can do just let me know okay?"

"Thanks Kathy."

As I ejected the CD the beginnings of a plan began to form in my mind. There were problems with it, but if they could be worked out it just might work.

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The next week went by and on Thursday I stopped by the lab to see if they had the results of the DNA tests and they did. According to the tests the kids were mine. That made a difference in the plan I had been working on and the information gave me the boost I needed to get something going. I was going to attack through the back door if I could manage it. I'd sink them and they wouldn't even know it was me that did it.

The hard part was going to be sitting down with Pat and not have Andy and Jean know about it. The only way I could do that was catch Pat alone. Fortunately I had a way I could do that. Pat was a mid-level manager in a company we did business with and I called on them occasionally. When I did I usually swung by Pat's office and offered to take her to lunch. I hated to do it to her, but she needed to know what kind of an asshole she was married to and she needed to know about his plan to screw over her.

I hit Milford Manufacturing at 11:15 and talked to Marv, the purchasing agent, and then I looked in on Pat.

"Got time for lunch?"

"With you? Anytime."

We got in my car and drove off. When she saw I was heading away from where the restaurants were she asked where we were going and I told her it was a surprise. She looked at me in confusion when we pulled into my assigned parking space at work and I told her it would all be clear in just a few minutes. I led her into the conference room after telling Kathy that we were not to be disturbed for any reason. I locked the door and said:

"I hate to be the one to do this to you and you might never want to speak to me again, but this has to be done."

"Why wouldn't I ever want to speak to you again?"

"They used to kill the messenger who brought the bad news."

"Bad news?"

"The worst; the absolute worst."

I pushed a CD into the audio-visual unit and hit play. The screen lit up and Pat could see Andy fucking her best friend. She stood there stunned and then said:

"This is some kind of a joke right?"

I shook my head no. I ejected the CD and inserted another. That one had Andy and Jean in a sixty-nine and I said:

"I have three weeks worth of this trash and I probably wouldn't have let you know about it until I decided what I was going to do, but yesterday this happened and I felt you needed to know so that you could decide what you wanted to do."

I ejected the CD playing and inserted the one that Alan had messengered over to me. She watched it and then said:

"That miserable motherfucking son of a bitch. That rotten two-faced scum sucking bastard! And that bitch!! I would have died for her" and then she broke down and started sobbing. I took her in my arms and tried to comfort her even though I knew it was impossible. I'd just destroyed her world and I knew exactly how she was feeling.

"It sucks sweetie and I know it, but the question now is what do we do about it?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I had considered doing nothing and just letting things ride until the kids turn eighteen. If I divorce the cheating whore she will get the kids and I'll end up being a part time dad and your asshole husband will be living with them and be a major influence on their growing up. Once I heard their plan for you I had to rethink things. I had to let you know while you still had time to do something."

"What do you mean?"

"You have almost two years before you get your trust. I don't know what is in your mind. You might love the worthless bastard and want to fight for him for all I know. But my showing you this CD gives you ample time to divorce him before you come into your money. So like I said; you have time to do something."

"If I divorce him that brings Jean into it so you can no longer pretend you don't know what's going on. That means a divorce for you and you lose your kids."

"Maybe, but then again maybe not."

"What does that mean?"

"If you don't use the material I've already gathered Jean won't know that I know. We can put a private detective on Andy and use what he finds out. I know that Jean leaves the house on the weekends to go shopping and that she meets Andy. The next time they do it the detective will be on them and we can use his material to go after Andy. You can spit in Jean's eye and then tell her that you aren't going to tell me because you don't want to hurt me or the kids. That way I could sit on my material until I'm ready to burn her. Of course it may not work that way. She just might say "Fuck Frank; I want to be rid of him anyway."

"I just don't know. It's a crap shoot. She might run to me and confess and beg me to forgive her and tell me a bunch of lies about how she never really meant to yadda, yadda, yadda. If she did I'd probably pretend to forgive her at least until the kids were old enough to leave home. I just don't know. There is no way to predict what will happen. I don't know how long I would have sat on it if I hadn't heard Andy's plan for you."

"How did you ever get onto them in the first place?"

I told her about the overheard phone conversation and what I'd done after hearing it. She shook her head in disgust and said:

"I just wish I knew how long it has been going on."

"I have one recording that says six years."

"I just want to know how long that two faced bitch has been pretending to be my best friend while stabbing me in the back."

She looked at her watch and told me that she had to be getting back to work. On the drive back she told me that she was going to go the private detective route and that she'd be in touch and I told her if I got any further information I'd see that it got to her.

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Over the next three weeks everything pretty much stayed the same. On two weekends Jean asked me to watch the kids while she went shopping and on both nights she wanted to make love. There was only twice during those three weeks that we had sex when she hadn't been with Andy earlier in the day and both were because I pushed for it. Both times I was told that she really didn't feel like it and both times I said, "I guess I'll have to go into Alpha male mode again" and she gave in. I guess she figured that 'Alpha male mode' meant that I'd take her ass and she had to keep that just for Andy.

At the end of that three week period I got a call from Pat.

"I've got all I need to go after Andy. You were right. They did get together on weekends and while my PI didn't get any bedroom footage of them at the motel he did get pictures of them holding hands, hugging and kissing and going into and coming out of motel rooms together. He did get some good footage through your living room windows though. I'm going to see an attorney this afternoon and hopefully I'll have him served in a couple of days. I'll call you and let you know when. You should get some pretty interesting audio out of it after it happens."

That conversation prompted the next move on my part. That night over dinner I told Jean that we needed to start watching our finances.

"Because of the bad economy the company is having to make some moves to insure survival. My pay has been cut by a little over a third so we are going to have to start pinching pennies and watching what we spend. We will have to cut back on some things. I talked to the bank this morning about taking out a second on the house to help us get through this. I don't know how long that pay cut will stay in place and there might even be further pay cuts before it is over."

That night for the first time since I'd found out about Andy Jean didn't want to make love even though she had spent three hours with Andy that afternoon.

Two days went by and I got a call from Pat.

"Today is D Day. I had a friend call Andy and make an appointment to discuss selling her house so he will be pinned in place at three which is when he will be served. Also at three I'll be stopping by your house to pay the whore a surprise visit. I'm going to make her an offer she'd be smart not to refuse. If she takes it you might be able to hang on for a while."

I called Alan and told him what was going down and told him that I was going to stay late at the office and I wanted him to messenger me whatever he picked up on the phone taps after three. It was Thursday and I could have waited until our Friday lunch, but I didn't want to wait. I could watch Pat's visit live, but I wanted to hear the phone conversations that would take place after Andy was served.

At three I was on my computer monitor watching Jean putter around cleaning house. The door bell rang and she went to the door, opened it and smiled when she saw Pat standing there. The smile disappeared when Pat slapped her so hard that Jean staggered backwards and almost fell down. Pat stepped into the house and screamed:

"You worthless backstabbing two-faced cunt! How could you pretend to be my best friend while fucking my husband and don't even bother trying to deny it. I've had a private detective on Andy for two weeks and I've got both of your Saturday motel visits on film along with the six times he was here. You really should close your curtains or blinds if you are going to fuck in your living room. It would have kept my detective from being able to take pictures.

"It goes without saying that you are dead to me and when I leave here I don't ever want to hear your voice or see your face again. By all rights I should hang you out to dry, but apparently I think more of your husband and kids than you do so I'm going to give you one chance to keep from ruining your husbands and your kid's lives. When you talk to that worthless piece of shit I'm married to you had better convince him not to fight the divorce. If you don't convince him and he fights I'll see to it that Frank gets a copy of everything that I have."

She stood there staring at Jean for several seconds and then she said, "I still can't believe that you did this to me" and then she turned and walked out. Jean rushed to the window and watched Pat get in her car and back out of the driveway. I could see the anguish on her face as it dawned on her that she had just lost her best friend and I couldn't help but wonder at her thinking. Surely she had t know she would have lost Pat as her best friend when she hooked up with Andy after Andy's divorce from Pat. If she was going to get upset at losing Pat's friendship why had she started playing with Andy in the first place?

I turned off the live feed and got back to work. If I'd have kept watching I'd have only heard her side of any phone conversations she might have had. I'd just wait until I could hear both sides.

I didn't have long to wait. At four-forty Alan called and said that he had something good and would be sending it right over. Twenty minutes later I was listening to Jean and her lover.

"Hello?"

"It's me. We have a problem."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Pat was here half an hour ago. She knows about us."

"I know. I was just served with divorce papers and a restraining order. I guess you need to get ready to face Frank because I'm sure that she will clue him in."

"Maybe not. After she hit me she told me that she wouldn't tell Frank if I could convince you not to fight the divorce."

"How could I fight her? She's got me cold. Pictures and everything."

"I don't know. All I know is that she told me if I talked you into not fighting she wouldn't tell Frank."

"I'm not going to fight especially when I know I can't win so it looks like you are safe. As long as Pat was telling you the truth."

"Why would she lie?"

"Woman scorned and all that. Maybe lull you into a false sense of security so it would be a big shock to you when Frank hit you with it. Anyway, this changes things."

"How?"

"We don't have to wait until she gets her trust fund now. What we need to do now is concentrate on your getting as much out of Frank as you can get."

"That might not be too easy. Right now according to Rob we are in financial trouble. The economy is so bad that the company cut Frank's wages by a third and he is talking to the bank about refinancing the house to keep things going. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know. I was counting on what I could get from Pat and what you could get from Frank to set us up. I don't have a fall back plan. I'm going to be barely able to take care of myself on what I'm making at the agency. The economy has really killed the real estate market. I guess you will have to hang in there with Frank until the economy improves or I can think of something. I'll call you later."

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I don't know. Now that I don't have Pat's income to supplement mine I'm going to have to work a lot harder at trying to get listings and sell houses. I won't be able to get loose during the day the way I have been. We will work something out. Just give me a little time to figure it out."