Your Cheatin’ Heart–Part 2

YOUR CHEATIN’ HEART—PART 2

By

SENORLONGO


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Seymour Finkel strode into the office at 12:55. I rose, walked around my desk and shook his hand. “I didn’t know we had legal business to discuss, Rocky.”

“We don’t, Sy, but I have something important to talk with you about. Let’s go into the library.” Like most offices mine is on an exterior wall with plenty of windows. Sensitive microphones can actually pick up vibrations in those windows, especially if on the same level as mine. Your confidential conversation could become public knowledge in a heartbeat. The law library is an internal room with no windows. We were there only a few minutes when our lunch was delivered—brisket on rye for Sy, hot pastrami on rye for me. We ate and made small talk; I knew better than to talk business while eating. Sy spoke again, seriously this time, once we were done.

“Okay, Rocky—what gives?”

“Still think you owe me a favor for your nephew?”

“You know my word is good. What’s up?” I slowly explained about Alex Hammond and Jill. He shook his head, but smiled when I told him what I had in mind. “It’s a deal. Obviously, the less you know about the details the better, but I’ll take care of everything.” We shook hands and I saw him out, relieved that he would help me.

No—I wasn’t going to have him killed and, after talking with Julie, I wasn’t going to destroy his business. Julie could sell it or even operate it to provide money for herself and the two kids. I was, however, going to utterly destroy Alexander Hammond, Jr.


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I decided to leave the office early so I could make a couple of stops on the way home. First, I stopped off at a candy store that made its own salt water taffy and bought a pound. My next stop was a florist just down the street where I ordered a dozen long stemmed red roses. “Make sure they’re tight. I’ll want to feel them before they go into the box.” She looked at me as if I was crazy. But she did bring them to me for inspection. I rejected two.

“Do you really know what you’re doing?”

“My dad is a florist in Brooklyn. I worked for him all through high school and college. Yes, I do know a tight bud when I see one.” I was in such a good mood I even laughed when the station played “Your Cheatin’ Heart” again. I even sang along, with Patsy Cline this time.

Of course, my family was shocked to see me so early. I picked up each of my daughters and twirled them around in a circle while hugging and kissing them. The commotion they made brought Jill into the room. I carefully dropped my daughter to the floor and took Jill into my arms. Like my daughters I swung her around then kissed her and did what’s known as a “dip” in ballroom dancing, bending her back until her body was parallel to the floor before releasing the kiss and giving her the roses.

“Wow! What did I do to deserve this—a big kiss and a dozen roses?”

“You married me, silly girl. What say we go out to dinner tonight? That way you won’t have to cook and I bought a bunch of salt water taffy for dessert.” That was greeted by a lot of that jumping that only girls seem to do.

“Can we get pizza again, Daddy?

“No pizza tonight, Alicia; I think we’ll go out for lobster.

“Lobster?”

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it. There’s a place out off 25A that has a big lobster deal. That reminds me of a joke—who was the bravest man in recorded history?”

“Who, Daddy?”

“The first man to eat a lobster.” Alicia and Sofia didn’t get it, but Jill laughed. The girls would get it once they saw their first. We ate out occasionally, but not often. It wasn’t the money—I could afford to go out every night if necessary, but dining out can be so impersonal. Jill and I treasured our times with our family—holding hands to say grace, the girls telling us about their day at school (who could know how long that would last?), playing soccer and softball in the back yard, using the pool in the summer. Basically, we were home bodies. I wondered if that wasn’t part of the reason why Jill had strayed. Then I wondered if I was over-thinking everything. Not only did I want to trust my wife, I also needed to trust myself.

Half an hour later we walked into Nick’s, essentially a bar with a restaurant in the rear. Sofia was fascinated with the lobsters in the tank. “They’re really ugly, Daddy.”

“Yeah, now you know why that guy was so brave.” My girls looked at me then each other and broke out in giggles. Once we were seated we ordered Cokes for our daughters and large draft beers for Jill and me. We each had a decent tossed salad; they had Italian dressing and I had bleu cheese. Each of us had the pound and a quarter lobster, with baked potato and an ear of corn.

I showed everyone how to get the lobster meat out of the tail. They could cut their own and dip into the butter sauce. The delight on their faces with the first bite reminded me why our restoring our marriage was so important. I had to crack the claws for everyone—Jill included—as we all had a wonderful time. Both Alicia and Sofia hugged and kissed me with their thanks, but they also told me how silly I looked in my lobster bib. They were having a great time at my expense until I pulled out my phone and showed their pictures and we all laughed again. Alicia and Sofia were safely in bed by nine when Jill and I retired to our room for a shower before some creative sex.

I had barely closed the door when Jill wrapped me in her embrace. “Thank you, Rocky—the flowers are beautiful and dinner was such fun…and thanks for your help this morning. Were those men here to check up on me?”

“I won’t lie to you, Jill. Last Friday morning I told Pete I wanted you followed, but after our discussion and what followed with Alex texting you over and over I became concerned about your safety. I phoned Pete Saturday morning when you took the girls shopping to make sure you’d be safe.”

“That one guy was huge.”

“Yeah, but Pete told me the smaller one was the more dangerous. Maybe he knows karate or something.”

“I think that’s enough talking for one evening, darling—don’t you?” Jill reached up and pulled my head down so our lips could meet. Her arms were around my neck a second later as mine found her tight ass. We stood there in the bedroom making out like kids on their first date except that we both knew this was merely the warm-up. When Jill moved her hands to my belt I moved mine to her blouse. The three buttons at the back of her neck opened easily and we broke the kiss momentarily to remove blouse and shirt. Jill’s bra followed as soon as humanly possible so we could continue our kiss. Less than a minute later my slacks and her Capri’s found the floor with boxers and panties joining them in a pile.

We never paused that kiss even as we sidestepped through the narrow doorway to the bathroom. It was the longest and hottest kiss of our lives. Our faces were covered in spit when we entered the shower. I washed Jill first, spending too much time on her perky tits and her vulva. When I gave Jill the soap she quickly washed under my arms and across my chest, but lingered on my cock and balls until I was so hot for my wife I could stand no more. I turned off the water and dragged her out to a waiting towel. We were still dripping when we climbed into the bed.

Jill kissed me quickly before situating herself on top of my body, her red puffy cunt just inches above my mouth as hers began its assault on my pulsing cock. She teased me at first, licking over and around the spongy reddish purple helmet. Her next move was to lick down the sensitive underside of my organ. So hard was I that I could feel the blood pulsing through the arteries that fed and maintained my erection. I knew that Jill would take good care of me so I began to engage her sweet pussy.

I began using the broad of my tongue, starting at her clit and licking the entire exterior of her all the way to her puckered star. I knew I was getting to her when she involuntarily humped my face, urging me on to her tunnel.

Jill was almost always wet, even when not stimulated. Perhaps it was related to her daily need or her perception that she was becoming a nymphomaniac. All I knew at this instant was that she was gushing juice at an incredible rate. Normally, while eating her pussy I would curl my tongue upward to rub its tip along Jill’s prominent G-spot. I couldn’t curl it down from my position so I just fucked her as fast as possible knowing that her ability for vaginal orgasms would take care of her. Several times I felt spasms run through her body and I knew I had her for sure when I sucked her swollen bud through the tiny space between my teeth. She came again for the final time just as I began to spray her tonsils with long thick ropes of semen. I could never understand why some women refused to swallow; Jill loved the taste of my cum. She rested for a while atop my body until licking the final drops from my cock then she joined me, head on my shoulder and still dripping cunt on my thigh as we fell almost immediately into a deep restful sleep.


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I was surprised to hear the doorbell at just after seven the following morning. I was battle-ready when I opened the door, thinking that Alex Hammond had lost his mind in his pursuit of my wife. Instead of our neighbor a muscular young man in the uniform of a security guard stood in front of me. “Morning, Mr. Fabbri; I’m Tony. I’m here to safeguard your family.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, I thought Mr. Finkel had explained that I would be coming. He sent me to ensure their safety. I’ll drive your daughters to and from school every day and I’ll remain with Mrs. Fabbri throughout the day. Those are my instructions. I’m licensed to carry a pistol and I’m skilled in martial arts.”

“Uh…Sy sent you?”

“That’s right, Sir.”

“Well, I guess you’d better come in.” I had walked through the living room when I called out, “Jill, we have company. Care for some coffee, Tony?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“First of all, drop the ‘Sir.’ Call me Rocky. This is my wife, Jill; that’s Sofia and this is Alicia. Ladies, meet Tony—your bodyguard.”

“What?”

“One of my clients owns a security agency and he sent Tony over to protect you when I’m not here.” Jill and the girls just sat silently, their mouths open until I spoke again. “Jill, could you get a cup of coffee for Tony…please?” Jill reacted, but slowly as we continued our breakfast.

“Mrs. Fabbri, what time do your daughters have to be at school and how long does it take to get there?”

“We start at 8:10,” Sofia chimed in.

“They usually take the school bus.”

“I think it might be best if I drove them there and back. You should come with me also so you’ll be safe.” I was sure he would have continued had the phone not rung at that very second. I rose to answer it, checking the Caller ID first.

“Morning, Sy…yeah, he’s here now. You don’t really think it will be necessary, do you? Yeah, I suppose so. Okay…thanks.” Hanging up the wall phone I turned to my family. “That was my client informing me that he was sending over a security guard for you. Now that I’ve had the chance to think about it I agree that it’s a good idea.”

“Why do we need a guard, Daddy?”

“We’ve had a problem with one of the neighbors. He was arrested yesterday morning trying to break into our house. Some men from the street stopped him and held him for the police. Anyway, he was charged with harassment, but that’s such a minor charge that he was released yesterday afternoon. I think that’s enough information for you two. What kind of car do you have, Tony?

“It’s a truck, Sir…er, Rocky—a Toyota Tundra with a crew cab…you know, with a back seat. I have booster seats there for my own two kids so I know yours will be safe. Mr. Finkel told me to stay as long as necessary.”

“Okay then, I guess you should sit down and get acquainted with the family while I get ready for work.” I didn’t really think that Alicia or Sofia would be in any danger, but why take any chances? We left at the same time with hugs and kisses for my girls and a special kiss for Jill.

“How long will we have to deal with this, Rocky” she asked.

“I don’t know, but probably not more than a few weeks.” Jill cringed in response so I hugged her again and watched as they climbed into the truck. Tony was obviously good at his job. He made sure everyone’s seat belt was secure before driving down the street, following Jill’s directions to the school.

I hesitated for a few minutes to phone Pete and tell him I wouldn’t need his men after today. “Can you trust him Rocky? After all he is a criminal.”

“He’s a client, Pete and I know his word is as good as gold. Tell your guys I owe them.” I ended the call for the tedious drive to work. I was very busy over the next two days—so busy that I couldn’t even break for lunch or coffee. I was concentrating so hard that I barely heard the intercom. It blared for almost fifteen seconds and when I answered there was nobody on the other end of the line. I shrugged and was almost back into the writ when Steve walked in with Julie Hammond.

“Sorry to bother you, Rocky, but Julie is concerned. It seems that her husband has vanished from the face of the earth. He hasn’t shown up at his business in two days and we were supposed to have a preliminary meeting with his attorney. The attorney was here and–boy–was she pissed.”

“Alex promised me that he’d phone every afternoon so he could speak with the kids. He hasn’t phoned for the last two days. I don’t know what to do.”
“I think you should call the police. Let Steve do it for you. He can get the ball rolling and ask for some detectives to see you at home later in the afternoon.”
Julie smiled at me before responding, “It’s already late in the afternoon, Rocky. It’s almost five.” She laughed when she saw the shock on my face.

“Wow…where has the day gone? Okay, Steve why don’t you call the cops? Ask if they can stop by after dinner so Julie will have a chance to feed the kids. Julie, you should probably send them down to see Jill and me once they’re done with you.”

“Why would they want to see you?”

“Because I’m sure this is somehow related to what’s happened between Jill and Alex. They’ll find out everything on their own, but it could take a week or longer. We’ll save them a lot of time and effort.” They left and I tried in vain to finish the writ. I left it on my desk, locked the door, and drove home.

We had just finished dinner when the doorbell rang. Tony had gone home when I had arrived and now I could see the anxiety in Jill’s face. “Relax, I think it’s the cops.” I was right; I recognized one of the detectives from a case I’d had last year. “Come in, gentlemen; please, have a seat.

“Alicia, Sofia—go out into the back yard and play. Do not come back in until either Mommy or I come for you. This discussion is for adults only.”

“I’m not quite sure why Mrs. Hammond asked us to see you, Mr. Fabbri.”

“I think you will once we get started and I believe we will save you a lot of time and work. Neither of us particularly cares for Mr. Hammond at the moment, but we do like his wife and family.” Over the next ten minutes I summarized everything that had transpired between Jill and Alex Hammond—their affair at the Marriott, my discovery, my confrontation with Jill, the ongoing texts and threats, his arrest, and the restraining order. I even told about sending the evidence of the affair to Julie.

You might be wondering just why I would tell the cops all about the sordid affair. It’s simple—the police are not as stupid as the general public thinks. They would have figured out everything and then they’d wonder why I had either lied or hidden the information. I’d learned very early on in my law career that there are times when one needs to be honest and forthcoming with the police. This was clearly one of those times.

They asked plenty of questions once I was done, but less than thirty minutes after arriving they were on their way out. “I can understand why you wanted your daughters out of earshot, Mr. Fabbri.” They were almost out the door when they finally asked the question I had anticipated all evening. “Can you account for your time over the past two days?”

“I spent yesterday in court with Judge Ferguson on a bunch of DUI’s. I think I signed into the courthouse at 8:30 and left around five other than lunch which I had with one of your DA’s—Tom Bradford. I spent all of today in my office.”

“Where’d you get the bodyguard from?”

“A client.”

“Who?”

“You know better than to ask that question, detective—a client who wanted to do me a favor.” They nodded their heads and left. Jill waited until their car was on the street before calling the girls in for their showers and their story before bed.

I still remember when I first began reading to them. Alicia was five and Sofia was two. As babies we had them in separate rooms, but as they grew older they wanted to be together. Now they had twin beds in the second largest bedroom with its own bath. The first story I’d ever read was “Babar.” They loved it so much that Jill had bought a number of others in the series. Those books were still in their bookcase and I had noticed several times that they had been moved—taken from the shelf and read. Now, however, I was into Chapter 7 of Nancy Drew—The Bungalow Mystery. I sat in their room’s loveseat with Alicia on my left knee and Sofia on my right. I knew that Alicia could read the book on her own, but I also knew that she wouldn’t deprive her sister of the pleasure of listening to my reading. As always, there were prayers, hugs, kisses, and “I love you’s” even as I tucked them in with one last kiss before turning out the light and closing their door. I always left a nightlight on in the bathroom, but it was rare that they didn’t sleep through the night.

Jill was waiting for me in our bedroom. “This is kind of scary, Rocky.