Right next door is an attractive military widow that asked me if I could ask my husband to do odd things that were hard for her and she would "pay him". I told her not to worry about the pay and soon enough my husband knocked on her door. When he returned home, his hair was a bit ruffled and shirt not too neat. He said that she wanted her air conditioning unit placed on the bedroom window and he had helped her with it. My husband is a top executive and he does not lift anything heavier than his lunch Martinis.
The months passed by and he continued to go next door. I wondered what the devil she needed help with now and he she said that a lot of times "she wants someone to talk to about her sainted, hero husband" so my husband said that "he would sit and listen, to her."
One night he was gone over an hour and I decided to walk around her house. Even from the outside I could hear a fucking sound and moans. However, the bedroom window faced the wrong way for me to see. For the next few times he went there I kept hearing them fucking but did not know what the hell to do about it. Surely if I confronted him he'd feign outrage, denying it and so would she. That's all they had to do.
One night I went back with a kitchen folding step ladder and set it up outside the window. Still, I could not see the bed where they were fucking but suddenly I realized that her closet door was open and it had a full length dressing mirror on it. I moved the step ladder to the extreme left so I could see the mirror and there was a clear reflection of her, naked, riding my husband, rodeo style.
My first reaction was emotional, then I felt anger. I did not want to feel anything and put my body through any
emotional stress. I purchased a video camera that printed dates on the clips and where I could transfer footage to flash drives. In time, slowly and patiently, I had footage of my loving hubby fucking her doggy, eating her out in bed, fucking missionary with his big ass bounding up and down, her riding him, and so forth. Then, I searched out and found what was supposed to be the best divorce lawyer in town.
Upon my first meeting with him, I dropped the flash drive on his desk, He said,"really" and, picking up the flash drive, he said, "How much money does your "ex-husband" have in his portfolio? I said, "He had plenty."
In a way, I felt sorry for the widow. I assumed he would marry her after our divorce then start cheating on her with some new number.
