A Stupid, Stupid Woman

This is a BTB story. Yes, it is improbable. Yes, it is stupid. No, it would never happen.

This is longer than most of my other stories. There is a bit of sex here, but it is more towards the end. Typically, I don't go into a lot of sex in my Loving Wives type stories. For some reason, I just don't like a lot of explicit sex in these types of stories. I leave that for my other stories. I'm trying to develop a broad range to my writing. Some will like this and others won't. Can't please everyone. If you don't like this one, I have several different styles that may suit you more.

THERE IS NO INCEST IN THIS STORY!!!! Yes, two of the characters are brother and sister, but THEY DON'T HAVE SEX! NOT EVEN IMPLIED SEX! Sorry for that. Had one commenter screaming at me for not warning about implied incest on one of my stories because two of the characters were related, even though they never had sex with each other.

So, leave a comment, and let me know what you think. If you want to criticize it, don't do it as Anonymous. I just ignore those. Oh, and I self-edit, so don't even bother with anything about getting an editor. I' will just mentally flip you off for that. Enjoy the ride.

A Stupid, Stupid Woman:

I'm Don. I work for a really good engineering firm in town. I am a mechanical engineer. I'm 45-years old, and, as I mentioned, Jill is my wife. I should probably mention that she is not my first wife. I'm 6'2" tall, weigh approximately 220-pounds, and keep in very good condition by working out at the gym 5 days a week. I'm not what you would call classically handsome, but more of a rugged good looking. I'm actually really slow to anger, but when I lose it, I take no prisoners. That will become important to this tale.

I met Darla when I was in college. I kind of hate to say it, but she was never really the sharpest knife in the drawer. Oh, she was pretty. I'm not going to deny that, but she sometimes lacked for common (or any other type, for that matter) sense. It didn't take too long to figure out that she was in college to get an Mrs. Degree. Seriously, her major was Communications. That's what most of the athletes take. Yes, I should have known better. Yes, I should have tried to get together with someone that was actually more intelligent. Unfortunately, I was young and dumb at the time.

We met at a party where we had some mutual friends. I should mention that I was not exactly unlucky with the ladies. I kept myself in shape, and I was not unattractive. I had a couple of beers, not enough to be drunk, but having a nice buzz going. I liked to keep in control, so I never drank too much. I was having a pretty good time, when this pretty blonde walked up and introduced herself. She was about 5'6" tall, long blonde hair, large blue eyes, and a rack that would be the envy of a porn star. I found out later that they were 38DD. Her waist was slim, and she had an ass that dreams are made of. She was wearing a halter top and a pair of short jean shorts. Of course, her legs were long, tanned, and toned. They were also set off my what looked like 4-inch wedge sandals. If she was looking to attract attention, she nailed it.

"Hello. I'm Darla. I noticed you earlier, and I finally decided to come over and introduce myself."

"Hi, Darla. I'm Don. It looks like your hand is empty. Can I get you something to drink?"

She gave me a sly smile. "Why Don, are you already trying to get me drunk and have your way with me?"

"That wasn't my first thought, but would it work?" I grinned back.

No. I'm not some creep that spikes girl's drinks to get laid. In fact, I have no interest in having drunken sex. A little buzz is one thing, but having a girl wake up and look at you without remembering what happened is not a pleasant feeling. I also have a couple of friends who found themselves in a bit of trouble because the girl woke up and accused them of date rape. That wasn't something I needed.

I did get her a drink, though. We ended up hanging out together for the rest of the evening. I was a bit disappointed in her apparent lack of intelligence, but she did have a bubbly personality and was a lot of fun. She was a Communications Major. Yes, the Mrs. Degree thought flashed through my mind. For those of you not familiar with an Mrs. Degree, it is a somewhat offensive, if accurate, description that Engineering and Business majors have of an attractive girl in a very easy major who are in college mainly to find a husband with the potential to provide well for them. Sorry if that offends you, but that's how we see it. Besides, it was actually true in this case.

We didn't have sex that night. What can I say? I'm a gentleman. I did get her phone number though. I did call her a few days later and asked her out. She accepted. We had a nice time, so I asked her out again. And again. We ended up in her room after the third date. I went back to my room the next morning to change and get to class. From then on, we were exclusive. That was in my Junior year. We moved in together into an off-campus apartment for our senior year.

By the time we graduated, I had already introduced her to my parents and younger sister. Her dad had left when she was 10-years old, and her mom had died in a car accident three years ago. For some reason, my younger sister, Kelly, never really liked Darla. She wouldn't explain it, but just said it was a weird feeling. I just pushed it off as thinking that my younger sister would never think that anyone was good enough for her older brother. Yes, my sister and I were very close. Not that close, you perverts. I had ZERO interest in anything sexual with her. Oh, and she is actually a lesbian anyway. She came out to the family right after her Freshman year of college. Still, there was something that just didn't seem right to Kelly.

So, Darla and I had graduated. I got a good job as a Junior Engineer with a medium sized firm in our home town, but Darla had a hard time finding work in her field. We were living in a nice apartment at that time, since we were just starting out. I had proposed to her during the graduation party that my family threw for us. It was pretty much just my family and a few friends, since Darla's family was no longer around. She heartily accepted. We decided that the wedding would be held in June of the following year. That would give us time to get settled and plan for the wedding. After trying for about 6-months, Darla decided to give up looking for a job, since I was bringing in enough to support us comfortably. She took to becoming a stay-at-home wife and did a bit of volunteer work on the side to keep her occupied, and went to the gym every day. I had no problem with that.

I'm not completely sure how I was able to impress my bosses that first year, since I felt like I was dragging through the day. Darla was a vixen in the bedroom. Most nights, she wouldn't let up until I had cum at least twice, Three time most nights. Somehow, I managed to survive on about 4-hours of sleep. We did almost everything, except anal. She was vehement that her ass was exit only. That didn't really bother me much, since the other two were so exquisite.

It was in early March when my sister actually ended up planting the seeds for how things would work out in the future. Of course, none of us had the slightest idea about that at the time. Kelly was over at our apartment with her latest girlfriend. They had been together for a few months now, and it kind of looked like this one would stick around. Kelly was in her senior year as a business/accounting major. Her girlfriend, Kathy, was just starting Law School.

"Hey, Don. Can we talk to you and Darla for a few minutes? Kath and I have been thinking about some things that you two might want to consider about finances and before you guys start thinking of having kids."

So, we all moved to the kitchen table. I opened a bottle of wine, and poured 4 glasses. It was early afternoon on a Saturday. I was going to barbeque some steaks for dinner, and the wine would get the evening going.

"So," Kelly began. "As you know, I'm studying business and accounting. I want to do a project with you two on family finances. Here's what I propose. I want to set you two up with a trust. Basically, everything that comes in will be part of the trust fund. 75-percent of your salary will go straight into the fund, and the rest will be for your entertainment or any extras that you want. All your bills will be paid from the trust fund. If you get a house, the trust will purchase it and it will become part of the trust. This will accomplish a few things. First off, the taxes will be much lower. Also, if something happens where someone should try to sue you for an accident or something, they would no be able to get anything that is in the trust. Another thing, if anything should happen to you, your beneficiaries, named in the trust, would be able to take over the trust without having to pay enormous taxes to the government. It's a great way to protect our assets in case the unexpected happens."

We discussed this for the next couple of hours while I was grilling the steaks, over dinner, and another glass or two of wine. Darla and I finally agreed that it might be a good idea to look at, and Kelly would begin putting things together the next day.

"There's one more thing, though." Kathy said. "I understand that this is not a pleasant topic of conversation, but it is actually necessary for both of you. I don't want to bring this up, but you should both think about a prenuptial agreement." She held up her hands to stop us as we started to argue. "Just listen to me for a few minutes. You know that I am in Law School. Even with that, it is common knowledge that a lot of marriages fail. This isn't something that is done in anticipation of the marriage failing, it's done as an insurance that both parties are protected in case it does. You buy insurance for your car, not because you expect to need it. You buy it in order to protect yourself in case the worst happens. This is the same thing. It is insurance to protect you both in case something unexpected happens."

That was another topic for discussion -- and another bottle of wine. Let me assure you that we did NOT make a decision that evening. This was too important to decide after a few glasses of alcohol. We did discuss it over the next few days. Eventually, we decided that it was probably the prudent thing to do. Kelly did set us up as a trust. Since I was the breadwinner, I was named as executor. We decided that Darla didn't really need to be names at that time, but she would be put on as the beneficiary if anything were to happen to me. Our children would be added after we had them. As that was happening, Kathy wrote up a prenuptial agreement. Kathy's dad was a lawyer, and she had him read it over to make sure that everything was correct. I didn't know it at the time, but apparently, Kelly had discussed her uneasiness with Darla to Kathy, and Kathy had put in some pretty harsh language concerning infidelity. In practical terms, the cheating spouse would be left with only the clothes on their back. Since I was the breadwinner, Darla would receive everything, along with 60% of my paycheck and control of the trust. If she cheated, she would get her clothes personal belongings, and nothing else.

Marriage is an institution. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind. Cool logic, isn't it? All I can say is that we were blind when we read and signed it. I guess that neither one of us had any doubts that we would be together till the end of time. I know I didn't. I take vows seriously. When I say 'Forsake all others until Death Do You Part', it means something. I had no problem with signing the document, because I couldn't even comprehend cheating on my wife.

OK. Preliminaries are out of the way. We got married. I was a great ceremony and reception. To tell the truth, I really don't recall a whole lot from that day. I was too focused on what I was doing. There was getting ready, standing at the alter as my beautiful bride walked down, our vows, leaving the church, pictures, then the reception. It was catered, but I really didn't have much time to eat. We circulated through the guests and thanked them for attending. There were the traditional dances, cutting of the cake, and signing the certificate. Then there was the party. More dancing and drinking. Then, off to the hotel for the night before the plane to our honeymoon.

We got back and life as a married couple began. Darla kept busy, and I began working my way up in the company. Sure, we had our spats, but we always made up. Make-up sex is awesome. There were ups and downs, as with any marriage. We worked through them. I tried not to work too much, so I could be home with my wife. Unfortunately, there are the occasional long hours and travel. Still, I made my family a priority. We discussed kids. We even tried a few times, but it never happened. That's probably for the best. Darla did like children, but she preferred to give them back to their parents after a few hours. I wouldn't mind having a couple of kids, but I was still OK without them. I guess that means that it was probably best if we didn't have children.

We had been married for twenty years. In fact, we had celebrated our twentieth anniversary a bit over a month ago. I guess that you could describe us as comfortable. Not having children allowed us to focus our finances on other things. Really nice house on four acres, nice cars, exotic vacations, and plenty of money for whatever we needed. Our sex life had slowed down, as they are wont to do after twenty years. Still, we were far from celibate. Perhaps a couple of times a week now, instead of every day. Yes, age was beginning to creep up on me. I no longer had the quick recovery that I had in my twenties. No, I didn't need a pill or anything. I could still get it up two or three times a night, it just took a little longer.

It was a scrap of something that did it. I was a bit distracted when I reached for my keys on my nightstand. I didn't have a good grip on them, and they dropped down beside the bed. When I kneeled down to pick them up, I saw it. It was just a scrap from a foil pouch. It looked like a piece of the package that had been torn off. Odd. I reached over and picked it up. I had no idea what it was, or how it got there. Reaching back into my memory, I couldn't remember ever having opened anything like that in our bedroom. Sure, I had opened packets of pills when I was ill or had a headache, but that was always in the bathroom at the sink. Who would have dropped this and why?

I tend to obsess over things when I am trying to figure things out. That's what makes me a pretty good engineer. Unfortunately, it hinders my performance when I am obsessing over something that isn't work related.

"What's up, Don. You seem a little distracted today."

Turning, I looked at the inquirer. "Oh. Hi Jill. Sorry, it's nothing really. I found a scrap of something in an odd place this morning, and I was just trying to figure out what it was and how it got there."

Jill was one of my coworkers. We were both Senior Engineers. She was an Electrical Engineer, and I was a Mechanical Engineer. While we sometimes collaborated on projects, we were not reporting to each other. I supervised my group, and she supervised her group. She was divorced with one kid, who was already out of college. She was really a nice person, and we got along great.

I should also mention that she was flat out gorgeous as well. Although, I had no romantic notions about her, since I was married. She is 42-years old, but keeps in incredible shape. Her 38D breasts are still firm, with just a bit of sag. She has auburn hair that reaches just past her shoulders and emerald green eyes. Her long, tanned legs are fit and toned. Her firm, flat stomach flairs out very nicely to a set of hips and an ass that were sculpted by the gods. She's a bit tall for a woman at 5'8", yet still loves wearing 3 to 4-inch heels.

"Yeah, I can see you obsessing about something that is out of place. You kind of have that whole OCD thing nailed." She laughed. "Tell me about what it looks like and where you found it. Maybe I can help. Perhaps a women's point of view will work."

I'm not sure why, but I had unconsciously pocketed it. I pulled it out and handed it to her. "It was strange because it was just under the bed. I have no idea what it was from or how it got there."

Suddenly, Jill's face changed. She got very serious. "Uuummm, Don? I really don't want to upset you, but I would like to ask a couple of questions."

"Sure, but why would it upset me?"

She let out a sigh. "OK. I think I already know the answer, but do you ever use protection when you and Darla have sex?"

Well, that question came from left field. Why would she be asking something so personal when we were discussing a piece of foil beside my.........OH FUCK!

She must have seen the realization cross my face. "Yeah, I kinda figured that I might have a bit more recent experience with these types of packages than you do."

"Why would there be a fucking condom wrapper by my.........OH."

"And the lights just came on. I'm sorry, Don. I'm not sure if it is any consolation, but maybe this isn't a condom wrapper. After all, it's only a small piece and there are no markings on it."

"Do you really believe that? I didn't think so. Neither do I."

I was devastated. I really loved her, and we had been partners for twenty-three years, married for twenty of those years. There really was only one explanation. She must be cheating on me. But why? With who? And for how long? Yeah, I was worthless for the rest of the day. My mind snapped at around 2 O'clock. It was kind of like a switch had been thrown. My despair disappeared and was replaced my anger. I also believe that was the instant that my love for her turned into hatred. My marriage was over. At least two of the pillars of a marriage were gone. I didn't know about how she felt about the third, but to me it was gone as well. Love, Trust, and respect. Those are the three pillars of a marriage. Trust had been shattered by her sneaking around behind my back and fucking someone else. Obviously, if she would do that, it showed a complete lack of respect for me as well. There was no possible way that I could stay in this marriage. Now, I needed to at least find out who she was sleeping with.

I went on-line and placed a couple of orders to be delivered to my office. Now, I just needed to play it cool for a couple of weeks. That shouldn't be too difficult. Mainly it was just this week, because I was going out of town for a week-long conference next week. I kind of figured that the week after that would take care of itself. I could also work late for the rest of this week. Got to get things caught up and prepare for being out of the office.

Two days later, my orders had arrived. I kept them in the trunk of my car until Saturday. As was typical, she was going to the gym, then shopping and lunch with her friends. I wasn't worried about having her come home unexpectedly. The GPS tracker that I attached to her car would warn me about that. Wireless WIFI spy cameras and audio recorders are ridiculously easy to install. Being small, they are easy to hide as well. I was done and the apps were installed by the time Darla got home. I hid the server for it in the attic crawl space, and set everything up so I could access it remotely.

So, I left for the airport early Sunday afternoon. I had a dinner with a client scheduled for that evening, and the conference was scheduled to begin early Monday morning. It was difficult to concentrate on the info I was supposed to be reviewing on the flight. I was anxious to see if anything was happening while I was away. I did manage to get through dinner and some drinks with the client before going to my room for the night. That's when things really started to blow up. Until this point, I was just going to divorce Darla, using the video for evidence to engage the prenup. What I saw that night changed things. Now, I was going nuclear.