Bachelorette Party Chaperone Pt. 03 - Finale

Chapter 13

I was in a near panic after the video came to an incomplete end. I was frantic to know what had happened but could find no other videos posted to the site showing my wife. Maggie was still not due back for a few hours. The longer I waited, the more agitated I became. I needed to get out of the house. I didn't know what I would do, but I knew I could not be there when she came home.

I ran upstairs, grabbed a suitcase, and stuffed as much in it as I could. Was I wimping out? Maybe. I wanted to confront Maggie, but I couldn't stand to see her. I wasn't sure I could control my anger, and the last thing I needed was to act out physically. I needed to separate myself. If she wanted to talk to me, she could do it through a lawyer. I was not going to be one of those husbands who hangs on, desperate to make things work, and I would not be a cuckold.

I found my essential papers, like my passport, titles, deeds, and other things that I thought best to take with me and put them into a portable metal box. Then, I went to the computer and started wreaking havoc.

I went to the ATT website and turned off her cell phone, reporting it stolen. She never managed any of our accounts, so good luck with her figuring that one out. I then went to the bank website and reported her credit card stolen. Fortunately, I made a habit of paying off our credit cards monthly, so there was only a small balance. I paid it, then canceled the account.

To make things more complicated, I took all of our laptops and tablets and put them in the trunk of my car. Having everything I thought I needed, I left, drove downtown, and checked into a hotel. I spent the next few hours looking for a lawyer, but there were so many. I remembered that a friend of mine had divorced a couple of years ago and gave him a call. He raved about his lawyer, a woman, and gave me her information. I planned to call her first thing in the morning.

As I sat in the room staring at the walls, my phone started lighting up with calls and texts. I knew it wasn't Maggie since her phone was no longer working. I checked, and they were all from Trina, my loyal daughter.

I kept tapping the little red "disconnect" button every time she called. Finally, on about the twentieth call, I answered.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly.

"Dad! Finally!" she exclaimed. "What the hell is going on? Mom's phone is dead. Her credit card doesn't work. It's not what you think! Why are you doing this?"

"Sorry, I don't talk to sluts," I said and hung up.

She called back, and I answered. "Yes?"

"Dad! Please!" Trina began again, "You don't understand!"

"Oh, I understand! I know all about Round 2! I saw it all! She's a slut! You're a slut! And I'm a fool ever to trust either of you."

"No! Dad! You have it all wrong!" Trina tried to tell me.

"Fuck, off, Trina," I snapped. "Tell your whore of a mother to get a lawyer." I hung up and turned my phone off.

I was livid. My entire body was trembling with anger and the adrenaline that was pumping through my blood. It was a good thing I had not stayed home.

I was more determined than ever to divorce the bitch. I wanted to focus on meeting with the lawyer and planning for the divorce, so I knew I couldn't go to work. I called into the office and left a voicemail for my boss, letting him know I needed to take time off for a family emergency. I followed it up with an email to him and HR, just to cover my bases.

I tried to eat something, but I had no appetite. Instead, I went to bed and tried to sleep, but that was impossible. I couldn't stop thinking about what Maggie had done. I also replayed the conversations I had with Doug, TJ, Amber, and the others. I knew I had misbehaved, but nothing I had done compared to the level of depravity and betrayal I had witnessed on those videos. Yeah, sure, Maggie was drunk. That didn't excuse her actions. I saw her consciously deciding to do everything she did.

Eventually, I must have drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, and a maid popped her head in, calling out, "Maid service." I looked at the clock. Fuck, it was already nine-thirty. I jumped up, fully dressed, still wearing the clothes from yesterday.

"Give me a few minutes!" I shouted at the housekeeper. She jumped back, frightened, and left the room. I quickly splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth, then gathered my stuff and left the room.

On my way to the car, I turned on my phone and found a massive number of text messages and phone calls from Trina. I ignored them and called the lawyer, making an appointment for later that afternoon.

I skipped breakfast, but by lunchtime, I was starving, so I pulled into an In and Out to grab a burger. My phone rang, and seeing it was Trina again, I answered.

"Make it quick," I said.

"Hank, don't hang up," Maggie said. Her voice was so hoarse I almost didn't recognize it.

"Why should I talk to you? All you've done is lie to me!" I fired at her.

"Hank, please, let me explain!" Maggie pleaded.

"You don't need to explain," I told her, "the video on the internet showed everything."

"What video?" she asked.

"The one showing what happened in the room marked private," I replied. "With you and Keesha getting naked on stage and then what you did with those men!"

"Oh God, Hank!" she cried, "I didn't do anything!"

"Didn't do anything? You pulled a fucking train! Do you call that not doing anything? Goodbye, you lying slut. Get a lawyer! You're going to need one!"

"No! Hank!" she called out, but I hung up. I turned the phone off again, not wanting to be bothered by her attempts to lie to me. I'd had enough of her deception.

I met with the lawyer and explained to her everything that had transpired over the weekend, well, not exactly everything. I left out any hint that I had done anything remotely inappropriate. I had simply been on a golfing trip. I showed her the videos that I had downloaded. She agreed to take the case and felt I had sufficient proof of infidelity to allow us to petition a judge to file for divorce on the grounds of adultery.

"It helps a bit, but not much," she explained. "Mostly, it's just a great way to embarrass your spouse into agreeing to a more favorable settlement."

"I don't want to pay that bitch alimony," I told her.

"Don't worry, this is Texas," she laughed. "Texas doesn't really have alimony. Women are expected to take care of themselves here. She may get minimal support until she gets a job, but she'll have to do that. Now, if she could prove you committed adultery, she would be able to get more, but without that, it is trivial how much she may get. Under the circumstances, the judge may give her nothing."

"So, I don't have to keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to?" I asked.

"Oh, no, not at all," she explained. "Texas law says that an unemployed spouse is only entitled to enough money to have a minimal lifestyle. They are expected to go out and get a job to support themselves."

"Awesome," I said. "I'm fine with that."

"It sucks to be a woman in a divorce here," she elaborated. "I represented a woman whose husband had an ongoing affair with his lover for over a year, and he moved into her house without filing for divorce."

"Did she get a lot?" I asked naively.

"She had a job," she replied, "so the judge gave her nothing. They had to sell the house, and she got sixty percent of that, but no spousal support at all."

"Wow," I said, legitimately surprised.

"Maggie hasn't worked in a long time, so they'll take that into consideration," she explained. "But, don't worry, you won't be paying her living expenses."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"I do have to ask, though," she said, staring at me. "Is there no way you can get through this? Maybe if you get counseling? Could you forgive her and get past it? For all you know, it was just this one time."

"I don't know that," I replied. "For all I know, Maggie's been fucking men like crazy behind my back. She has plenty of time and opportunity to do it. She sure didn't seem like a prim, faithful wife in the videos, did she?"

"I don't know," she answered, "that's not really for me to say. I was just asking. So, when do you want me to have her served?"

"As soon as possible," I declared.

"Ok, how about tomorrow?"

"Perfect."

Chapter 14

My phone was blowing up so much that I canceled it and ordered a new phone from a different carrier. Finally, it was quiet, and I was pleased. However, at the same time, the silence made me realize how alone I was. I had nobody to talk to, no one in my corner, nobody to have my back.

So, I called Doug.

He was supportive but disappointed.

"Hank, you know I'll support you, but are you sure about this?" he asked. "I mean, divorce? It was one time. She was drunk. Things got out of hand. Don't you think divorce is too far? Can't you confront her, let her know how disappointed you are and find some penance or some way to get back to where you guys were?"

"No," I said flatly, "I can't."

"Ok," he replied. "But, don't get mad at me, but isn't it kind of a case of the pot calling the kettle black? You had your cock in Amanda's mouth and practically fucked her."

"But, I didn't," I said. "I realized I was going too far, and I stopped myself. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah, ok," he replied. "Keep telling yourself that and you might start to believe it."

"It's true!" I snapped. "If Maggie had stopped herself before crossing that line and left there, I would be fine. I could deal with it, but I saw her face, and I heard what she said. She chose to do it and to keep going. There's no way I can accept that." My voice had risen as my anger swelled, to the point that I was shouting.

"Ok, ok," Doug said, trying to soothe me. "I get it. I got your back, bro, really, I do."

"I know," I admitted.

"So, once the smoke settles, you're welcome to come out here and hang with Amber and me," Doug offered. "You won't be married then, and we can tag team her."

I chuckled. "That's kind of the last thing on my mind right now."

"Yeah, I know," Doug said. "I was just trying to make you laugh."

"You did," I told him.

Chapter 15

The next day, I was considering going back to work. I called into the office, and my assistant told me that Maggie had called a hundred times and had stopped by there at least a dozen more. So much for going back to work.

That afternoon, I got a call from one of the lawyer's offices. Maggie had been served at home and broke down crying. I didn't feel any sympathy. She had brought this on herself.

On Friday morning, the lawyer called to tell me that there was a problem and asked me to come in. Strangely, she asked me if I had told her everything. I assured her that I had.

As soon as I entered her office, she started yelling at me, "You fucking cheated on Maggie, and you have the balls to try to divorce her for adultery???"

"W-what?" I stammered. "I didn't cheat on her!"

"Bullshit!" she snapped. "You need to be honest with me, right now, or I'm withdrawing as your attorney."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I shouted.

She spun her computer monitor so that I could see it and punched the enter key. The paused video began playing full screen.

It showed me making out with a naked Amber at the strip club, then her taking me into the private VIP room. I was shocked. I had no idea someone was filming me. I was preoccupied with wondering which one of my friends had done it and how my lawyer had a copy of it. Whoever had filmed it followed us into the room, opened the door partially, and shot us inside.

It looked dreadful. You couldn't hear our conversation over the loud music, but it looked like we were preparing to fuck. Then the door closed and the cameraman returned to the central part of the club. The video cut and resumed with Amber and I walking out, holding hands and her kissing me passionately.

"Where did you get that?" I asked in shock.

"So, you still want to deny it?" my attorney asked me.

"No, but we didn't have sex! I swear it!" I told her. "I went in there because I was upset over having seen the video of Maggie. I was going to have sex with Amber, but I didn't. I couldn't. I backed out. We went right back into the other room, and nothing happened!"

"You expect me to believe that?" She asked.

"Yes!" I shouted. "Because it is the truth. I swear I did not have sex with her! There was a little touching, but I came to my senses and stopped!"

"Nobody will believe you," she said. "This video is damning. You have no basis for adultery now. What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking," I explained. "I was drunk and upset, and things got carried away, but I didn't cheat on Maggie!"

"Yeah, well, some would argue kissing is cheating, and this is a lot more than kissing, there's sexual contact whether or not you have vaginal penetration. Cheating is cheating. You cheated."

"I don't think I did," I answered.

"Well, she does, and so does her attorney, they have filed a petition with the judge to have the divorce petition changed so that she is the claimant and the grounds are adultery, against you!"

"Can they do that?" I asked, still in shock that there was a video and that Maggie has it.

"I'll try to fight it," she said, "but they proposed that I think you should consider."

"What is that?" I asked.

"Your wife says that if you meet with her and discuss the situation, she would be willing to drop the divorce altogether, provided you go to couple's counseling together."

"But she fucked a room full of men!" I declared.

"Apparently not," my attorney said. She clicked on the screen, and another video appeared. I knew this one. It showed Maggie on her knees, naked with two cocks in her hands.

As we watched, the cameraman stepped up to her and pulled out his cock. This is where the video I watched had stopped, but this one kept going.

Maggie turns her head to look up at the cameraman's cock, opens her mouth, leaning forward, and says, "No! No! I can't do that!"

She looks around and lets go of the cocks she is holding, pushing the men away. "I can't!" she sways drunkenly, and the MC grabs her and pulls her toward the cameraman, pushing her face against his erect cock. Maggie struggles.

Just then, Trina comes bursting into the room with a security guard. "Let go of my mother!" She shouts. Maggie pulls away from the MC forcefully and punches the cameraman in the balls. He cries out, drops the camera. The rest of the footage is sideways, but you can see Maggie suddenly puke all over the cameraman's cock. Trina grabs her mother, pulls her to the side, and covers her with a blanket, as all hell breaks loose in the room.

"She claims nothing more than that happened," she said, staring at me. "I suggest you accept her proposal and talk to her."

Chapter 16

Friday afternoon found me seated at a long conference table in my attorney's office. She sat next to me. Across from us sat Maggie, Trina, and Maggie's lawyer.

Maggie began by speaking first.

"I'm so sorry for what I did," she said, wiping tears from her cheek. "I got extremely drunk and was so caught up in the excitement of what was going on. I felt young and attractive again, and I let it get to me. I am so ashamed that I got naked in front of a room of strangers and acted like a stripper. But, I swear to you, I never had sex with anyone but you, ever. Please forgive me, Hank. I love you, and I want you to come home."

Trina spoke next.

"I was there, Dad," she began. "Mom was drunk off her ass. I've never seen her like that. She threw up all night and was miserable the next morning. I think she was in a blackout. She got carried away, trying to compete with us younger girls, and, yeah, she went too far. But, she didn't do anything more than you've done at strip clubs. How dare you accuse her of cheating on you, when we saw what you did while you were in Myrtle Beach."

"I don't care about that," Maggie said, "I can forgive you for cheating on me with that stripper. I want you to forgive me for what I did and come home. Please, Hank!"

I swallowed hard, cleared my throat, and then began.

"I don't understand how two people who supposedly love each other as much as we claim could behave like this and betray their vows so willingly. Ok, maybe you didn't have sex with those guys, but you wanted to. You let them touch you, fondle you, and you touched them. How could you do that if you love me?"

Maggie and Trina both started to protest, but I waved them off, "Please, let me finish. If I love you, how could I do what I did? I didn't have sex with her either, Maggie. I swear that's true, but I came close to doing it on three different occasions. Each time, I didn't go through with it, but I wanted to. She was young, sexy, and stimulating. She made me feel alive and desired. How can I have done the things I did, if I love you?"

I lowered my head, then added, "So, I'm left with the realization that we both broke our vows. We both cheated, even though neither of us had sex. Not only have we broken our vows, but our trust has been destroyed. I don't know that I can never trust you again, and I'm sure you can't trust me. I love you so much, but apparently, that's not enough. No matter how hard it hurts to say this, I think the only thing left for us is divorce. "

"I don't want a divorce!" Maggie shouted. "I want you to come home, Hank! We can figure this out! We can make it work! I forgive you! Can't you please forgive me?"

"I already have forgiven you, Maggie," I told her.

"Then why do you want a divorce?" she asked, fighting to keep from blubbering.

"It's not that I want a divorce," I tried to explain. "I think I realized that we did what we did because we both wanted to have sex with other people. Our marriage vows got in the way. I think maybe we're not what's wrong; it is the institution of marriage that is the problem."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, staring at me as if I were from another planet.

"I'm trying to say that it is not that I want a divorce. Rather, I think that maybe we should just not be married anymore. I love you. I'll always love you. But, if love were enough, neither of us would have been so willing to try other people."

"I don't want anyone else," Maggie cried. "I only want you. I want us. It was just a drunken mistake."

At that point, my lawyer sat forward and spoke softly, "Look, I think you two need to get some serious couple's therapy. You shouldn't be rushing into anything permanent. Get some help, talk things out, and try to resolve them. If you can't, then we can always go down the road of no-fault divorce. You deserve a chance to try."

I gazed into Maggie's desperate eyes and felt myself melt a little.

"Please, Hank," she pleaded.

I nodded. "Ok, we'll give it a try, but I'm not making any promises."

Epilogue

We stayed together and went to couple's therapy. It was so helpful that we continued to meet with our therapist long after we had reconciled entirely. We've even tried some alternative treatments and learned how to improve our communication and our sex life.

Now, when I go to a strip club, Maggie goes with me. She's been there while I get lap dances. Hell, she gets as many as I do. She even suggested we take a stripper into the VIP room once. It was very erotic, and though we played with the stripper, the only sex was between Maggie and I.

I have even taken her back to New Orleans and cheered her on to victory in a wet t-shirt contest for MILFs. There's a video of it somewhere on the Internet. After she won, we went back to our hotel and had wild monkey sex.

Nobody else got to touch her. Only I get to do that. As far as I know, neither of us wants to have sex with anyone else. The extra-curricular fun serves as an aphrodisiac for us.