Prologue
Jason
I was in a great mood as I drove home to Shoreline from Everrett where I had a book signing gig today. It was a very profitable day for me. I sold both boxes full of books that the store manager had set out for me and signed every one of them.
On top of that I had an endless stream of sexy women who flirted with me openly. That felt really good since my wife Tami has been lacking any intimacy in this third year of marriage. There were three women today who stuffed their panties in my hand with their phone numbers.
I find myself wondering what would ever happen if I took up with some of those women who give me their panties.
I have a box of them I keep hidden in the garage.
I doubt that Tami would see the humor of my keeping those little trophies.
That’s how I think of them. My little trophies that make me feel desired.
There is a car parked out in the street in front of our house when I get home to Shoreline. The 25 minute drive home had seemed effortless at 2pm on Friday since I finished early today.
It seems eerily quiet as I come into the living room from the front door. That is broken when I hear a sudden deep husky moan.
Tami: Oh Randle…gawd I love how you fuck me.
Randle: “Your pussy seems sweeter every time we do this.
Tami: Fuck me Randle…fuck me hard.
Randle: What’s the matter baby? Is Jason not giving you what you need.
That comment really pisses me off. I am not giving her anything these days since she turns me down routinely these days.
Tami: I don’t fuck your brother any more since I have you to ring my bell.
I quietly go into the guest bedroom and pull out the largest suitcase in the closet.
Randle: This pussy belongs to me. My stupid brother just doesn’t know it yet.
“OH YES I FUCKING DO,” I screamed as I came into the master bedroom and tossed the suitcase onto the bed where it hit Randle in the head and bounced off to the floor.
“PACK YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE,” I bellowed.
“You didn’t have to throw that at me,” my brother whined.
“You need to get out of my sight right now or that will feel like a love tap you piece of shit,” I snarled.
“And don’t think I won’t tell mom about this shit.
She’ll need to know why I won’t come to her house if you are there. ” I added.
Tami was now sobbing and begging me to forgive her. She knows that my brother is a lowlife and would have a hard time supporting her if I dump her. “Pack some clothes and leave now,” I growl.
I can hear her sobbing the entire time she is shoving clothes into the large suitcase. I call an uber and tell the fella that she will have to tell him where to take her.
“Please can’t we talk about this?” Tami snivels as she drags her luggage into the living room. “Get out of my house you fucking slut,” I answer her gruffly. I hear her crying outside until the uber arrives.
It took a week to get Tami served with the divorce papers. She was served at her family home where she was staying with her mom and dad. Probably a bit humbling being back at home at 25 years old.
It took 90 days after that for the divorce to be final.
That gave me plenty of time to sell my house and look for a new place to live.
Although I owned the home before I married Tami, I still gave her half of the equity of the home.
I have plenty of money in the bank to find a new home and get on with my life.