Rob's Revenge Ch. 01

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Everything changed. Sammi dropped out of school and just laid around the apartment and didn't do anything and by that I mean she didn't do anything at all. She didn't clean the apartment. She didn't cook any meals. She didn't take care of herself and she didn't have anything to do with me. She wouldn't talk to me and she kept herself as far away from me as she could which is no easy feat in a two bedroom apartment. I kept asking her what was wrong and she kept saying:

"Nothing is wrong with me damn it! Just leave me alone."

I put up with it for three weeks and then I decided we were going to have it out and I was going to get to the bottom of things. When I got home from work Sammi wasn't there. When she wasn't home by ten I started calling around and found out that she was at her parent's house. Her mother told me that Sammi didn't want to talk to me.

"What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do a damned thing" and then I told her about what had been going on.

"Give me a couple of days with her and I'll find out what is wrong."

It turned out that Sammi was suffering from post partum depression. My health insurance from work covered the treatment for us and Sammi slowly came around and life settled down for us. There were a few rough spots along the way, but we managed to work through them.

Sammi decided that she wasn't going to go back to school and she went looking for a job. She found one at Barrington Industries. She started out as a secretary and in six months she was promoted to administrative assistant to the director of marketing. The money was good, but I didn't care much for the job. It involved some late nights and an occasional Saturday as she had to attend some marketing function or other with her boss. I didn't like it, but I didn't feel that I could do anything about it at the time. It was still too close to her getting back on her feet and I didn't want to do anything that might cause her to take a step or two backward.

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A year after her promotion my life turned to shit!

Sammi told me that she had to go to a weekend seminar on Marketing Strategies with her boss. It was being held in Dallas and she would be flying out Friday and would be home Sunday around seven. She said while she was in Dallas she would visit with relatives on Saturday night so I shouldn't be concerned if I called her hotel and couldn't reach her. She was real excited about it because it could lead to another promotion.

"And we could use the money baby. The transmission on my car is acting up and the last guy I talked to about it said it could cost anywhere from nine hundred to eighteen hundred to take care of it."

I wasn't happy about it and we didn't really need the money because I still had the twelve grand in the bank for emergencies, but again, I didn't want to take the chance that I could cause her to go back into depression.

She left for work on Friday morning after kissing me goodbye and saying:

"Miss me baby. Be ready for a very horny Sammi when I get home."

I kept busy while she was gone and when she got home Sunday evening she was indeed very horny and as a result I fell asleep exhausted and then she ruined me again on Monday night. Tuesday when I got off work I found a large manila envelope underneath my driver's side windshield wiper. I opened it and my heart almost stopped. There were six pictures of Sammi along with a note that said:

"You don't deserve this dude. Get rid of the whore."

The pictures were of Sammi having sex with four men. Two of the pictures showed her doing three guys at once. I recognized two of the men from meeting them at her company Christmas party. One was the marketing director and the other was the owner of the company – Robert Connor Ellsworth Smythe-Barrington.

I sat in the car for almost an hour looking at the pictures and remembering all the late nights and Saturdays that Sammi had worked with the marketing director. By the time I got home my blood was boiling. When I got there I found that Sammi wasn't home. The light on the answering machine was blinking and I played the messages. The first was from some group backing a ballot measure of some sort. No idea of what because I deleted it as soon as I realized what it was. The second one was from Sammi.

"Sorry for the short notice baby, but an important client flew into town unexpectedly and we are meeting with him. I'll be late, but there are plenty of leftovers in the fridge. I'll make it up to you when I get home. Take a vitamin or three. Love you. Bye."

Lying cunt I thought as I deleted the message. Fucking your boss again no doubt. Then I had a thought. Maybe it wasn't her boss she was fucking. Maybe it was the client. Maybe it was both. Then again maybe it was the four guys I had pictures of having another go round. Whatever! It just didn't matter any more.

I used the time to pack up everything that I wanted and move it out to my pick up truck and then I made myself a stiff drink and settled down to wait for Sammi to come home. Sammi walked in the door at ten to ten and found me, drink in hand, on the couch.

"Oh goodie; you're still up" she said as she came over, bent down and kissed me. She sat down next to me and I said:

"Take care of the client?"

My voice had a slight edge to it and she noticed and said, "Don't be that way baby. It's my job."

"Oh? Are you pretty good at your job?"

"I must not be too bad. I've had several raises."

"I know. I've seen some of them and a couple that I couldn't see were obviously there."

She looked at me with a confused look so I picked up the envelope and took out the pictures. I leafed through them and pulled out the one of Barrington standing there with a hard on while watching the other three men making Sammi airtight. I handed it to her and said:

"I can see Barrington raised and while I can't see the other three I know that they have to be raised in order to do what they are doing."

I handed her the one of the marketing director buried in her ass and said:

"I can't see this one either, but you and I both know he was raised up at the time."

I handed her the other four and said, "You can put these in the photo album right next to our wedding pictures. That way you will have something to remind you of tonight. Goodbye Sammi" and I stood up and walked out as she screamed:

"Wait Bobby. Don't go. You don't understand. It was just a job."

The closing of the door cut off the "Please Bobby; we have to ta..." I drove until I came to a motel and I checked in for a couple of nights. I'd start looking for a place to live the next day.

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I had about two weeks worth of vacation coming so in the morning I called the shift supervisor and told him I needed three days off for a family emergency. I had turned my cell phone off while I was driving away from Sammi because it rang and I saw that it was the home phone and I knew she would keep calling until I answered. When I turned it back on to call work I saw I had fourteen missed messages and seven voice mails and they were all from Sammi. I deleted them all and then decided to turn the phone off and only turn it on every couple of hours or so to check for messages that weren't from Sammi.

I had a productive morning. I stopped at the bank and cleaned out the accounts. If Sammi needed money too bad and fuck her. I looked at two apartments and one was in my price range so I signed up for a one bedroom unit and headed for Goodwill to see if I could find a bed. I got lucky and found a bed frame, a kitchen table with two chairs, a recliner and a TV table at a good price. I hit Mattress Factory and got a box spring and a mattress and that gave me enough to be able to move in and get started. By six I had everything in the apartment and all I had left to do was get some groceries.

Along the way I checked the phone a couple of times and there was nothing on it except for stuff from Sammi which I deleted. I stopped at Village Inn for dinner on my way to Safeway and I checked the phone again. A bunch from Sammi and one from my mother. I returned mom's call and she wanted to know what was going on.

"Samantha has called here several times and the poor girl is frantic because she can't get in touch with you."

"She can't get in touch with me because I don't want to talk to her" and then I proceeded to tell her why.

"That can't be right Bob. There has to be some mistake. Sammi loves you and would never do something like that to you."

"I have pictures of her doing it mom. With four different men. Sammi and I are history."

I called the landlord and told him that I'd moved out and that I would not be renewing the lease at the end of the month. I told him he should get in touch with Samantha to see if she wanted to keep it.

I went to a different bank and opened an account using the money I had taken out of my old bank and then even though I was on vacation for three days I went into work long enough to take Samantha off of my health insurance and remove her as the beneficiary on my company furnished life insurance and listed my folks instead. I arranged for my check which was direct deposit to go to my new bank and then I went to have a bite of lunch.

A check of my phone showed a plethora of missed messages and voice mails and all of them from Samantha and I decided to return a call and get talking with her over with. The receptionist informed me that Mrs. Walton had gone to lunch with Mr. Barrington and Mr. Steadman (the marketing director) and she asked if I would like to leave a message. I chuckled and said:

"Tell her that her about to be ex-husband is pleased to know she is getting more of those raises she was telling me about."

I hung up and headed for Kohl's to get some things to make my new home a little more comfortable and then stopped at Wal-Mart and bought m self a big screen TV set.

That evening I fixed myself my first evening meal as a newly separated husband. A check of the phone showed that Samantha was still trying to get in touch so I gambled that she would be home and not out earning raises. She answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"What do you want Samantha?"

"We have to talk Bobby. You have the wrong idea of what was going on."

"I'm not blind Samantha. There is absolutely no way I could misunderstand what I saw in those pictures."

"But you don't know why Bobby. That's what we need to talk about."

"No we don't Samantha. The why doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that you have been cheating on me. You have been fucking other men behind my back and lying to me wholesale. You aren't stupid Samantha. You had to have known how I would take it if I ever found out. You know it drove me nuts just to see you date other guys when we were in high school. Just what did you think I'd be like when I found out you were being a slut? Or maybe a whore would be a better description since whores do it for money and you were getting pay raises for spreading your legs.

"No Samantha; we have nothing to talk about. I have an appointment to see an attorney tomorrow and hopefully with his help I'll be able to get a quick divorce and get rid of your cheating ass."

"A divorce? Oh God no Bobby; not that. Please let me tal..."

I hung up on her and then turned the phone off.

My visit with Jared Hooper, attorney at law, was a shocker. I knew nothing about divorce so finding out that we lived in a state that had 'no fault' divorce laws and just what that meant was an eye opener. That Samantha could cheat with multiple men and that it didn't mean jack shit to the courts just blew me away. That I'd probably end up paying her alimony because she only made about half as much as I did seemed to me that she was being rewarded for her infidelity and I was being punished for taking exception to it.

That she would get half of everything in a divorce wasn't that much of a concern because we didn't have much. The furniture in the apartment, my truck, her car and of course the money that we'd had in the bank. Even though I'd stripped the accounts and had it in an account under my name only didn't matter. The courts would still order me to give her half. Then I was informed that the odds were seventy-thirty in her favor that I would end up paying her attorney if she fought the divorce. It just seemed so damned unfair.

The attorney did tell me that there was one bright side to it. There were no children so I wouldn't be saddled with child support. "Oh Whoopie!" I thought. The only good thing about it was that all the information was free. I'd made the appointment with Hooper because he had advertised that the initial consultation was free.

I decided to take some time to think it over and see if I had other options. I'd heard about quickie divorces in Reno so maybe there were some alternatives to a no fault divorce and I needed to look into it. Maybe, I thought, just don't get a divorce. Use the money a divorce would cost to go back to school. I liked my job with the gas company, but the best I would ever be able to do was maybe get to be a crew foreman or a shift supervisor and even then I was probably looking at ten to fifteen years before it could happen.

I stopped for lunch after leaving the attorney's office and checked my phone. There were the usual from Samantha and I deleted them, but there was one voice mail that intrigued me.

"Good morning Mr. Walton. My name is Rob Barrington and I would appreciate your giving me a call. I would like to discuss something that could be to our mutual benefit."

He gave me a number to call and then said that he hoped that he would hear from me soon. I do have to admit that I was very, very curious as to what one of my wife's fuckers wanted to talk to me about and I almost called him. Almost. But I didn't. I knew, in my mind anyway, that if I called he would want a 'face to face' and I knew that if I were to agree to meet him the first thing I would do after getting close to him would put me behind bars if not finding me being strapped down on the electric chair.

In the afternoon I went over to the college and checked into what I needed to do to re-enroll. When I sat down to dinner that night my mind was made up. I was going to go back to school. I would have to take evening classes to do it and that would mean giving up the overtime I was usually able to get to swell my paycheck, but it would have to be done. It wouldn't be too hard at first because I still had that twelve grand in savings that was left over from my college fund.

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The next day I went back to work and found that Samantha had called and left a dozen or so messages. I told Sarah at the front desk that my wife and I had separated and not to bother taking any more messages from Samantha.

I was still keeping my phone turned off and checking for messages a couple of times a day. I was getting anywhere from twelve to eighteen missed messages and voice mails a day from my wife, but occasional there were other messages too. There were two more from Barrington and a couple from Samantha's parents. I really liked them and I really should have called them, but if I did they would want to know what was going on and I couldn't tell them.

I got careless. I was constantly deleting every thing I got from Samantha, but I wasn't paying any attention to what other ways she might try to use to get to me so I didn't notice the car that followed me home from work. I pulled into the parking lot and parked. I got out and walked up to my door not realizing that I was being followed until I got to my door and stopped to get out my key. That is when I heard the footsteps behind me. I turned and found Samantha behind me. She smiled at me and said:

"Hi baby."

I ignored her, turned and unlocked my door and started to open it, fully intending to step inside and the close it in Samantha's face. I guess she anticipated that and she rushed forward and pushed me. I stumbled into the apartment and she quickly followed me in and closed the door behind her.

"Now we can talk" she said.

I said nothing and took off my coat and hung it up. I went to the fridge and got myself a beer and as I was opening it Samantha asked:

"Got one for me?"

"No. I've got just enough to get me through the tonight. I can't spare one for a whore."

"I am not a whore! I did what I did for us."

"How does your being a gangbang whore do anything for us?"

"Damn it Bobby; I am not a gangbanging whore."

"You are forgetting that I've seen the pictures of you doing three men at once and that by anyone's definition is a gangbang. And I fail to see how that was doing anything for us."

"I didn't mean to do it Bobby. Mr. Barrington took me to lunch one day and he put some date rape stuff in my drink then he let two other guys have me while he filmed it. He told me that he would send you a copy of the film if I didn't care of a few clients of his. The next day he told me that he thought I was sexy and if I would agree to be his girlfriend he would make sure the film was destroyed and he would give me twenty-five thousand dollars to use as a down payment on a house. I was going to tell you that I won the money buying lottery tickets. You were never supposed to find out what I was doing. It was for us Bobby. Our very own home."

"So you really are a whore. That's what whores do you know. Fuck men for money."

"I did it for us Bobby. To get us out of that small apartment and into a house where we could raise kids and be happy."

"You can't have kids anymore or did you forget that?"

"We would adopt Bobby. We could still have a family. I love you Bobby. Those men meant nothing to me. They were simply the means to get me to the end of the six months so I could get the down payment for our house. Honest to God Bobby; those men meant nothing to me. You are the man I love and want to be with."

"The problem Samantha is that I no longer want to be with you. Your story doesn't hold up. Six months and you would get money? You have been there over a year and a half. Seeing you with a cock in all your holes killed every feeling that I ever had for you. I can't stand even looking at you now. Just get the fuck out of here and leave me alone."

"You don't mean that" she said as she started taking off her blouse and skirt. She had come prepared. There was no bra or panties under her clothes. She stood there naked in front of me and she smiled as she said:

"Tell me that you can't stand looking at this."

I stood there looking at her for maybe half a minute or so and then I took my cock out and started walking toward her. Her smile got bigger and she opened her arms to me. Her smile quickly disappeared as I started pissing on her. She backed up to get away from the stream, but two steps put her with her back to the door. As she moved back I followed and kept the stream going until I was down to shaking the last drops off of it. I took her arm, pulled her away from the door and then opened it. She hadn't yet recovered from the shock of being pissed on so she hadn't realized what was coming. I pusher her naked body out the open door, reached down and picked up her clothes, damp from the urine that had fallen on them, and tossed them outside.

"Stay away from me you fucking slut! Just leave me the fuck alone!"

I slammed the door closed and locked it. I got my beer from where I'd set it down, chugged it and then set about cleaning up the mess I'd made.

I guess what I'd said and done had gotten through to Samantha because the calls from her to my phone stopped.

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The next three days slid by and then one evening as I was watching a TV program there was a knock on my door. Thinking that it might be Samantha I looked through the peep hole in the door. It wasn't Samantha; it was a cop. I opened the door and saw two of them standing there. One of them asked: