Promise Made, Vow Broken Alternate End by gopher25..,
In the original story Bobby and Traci Sprague are married, with two children. Bobby works full time as a programmer for a government agency, and Traci works 30 hours a week at at upscale art gallery. Bobby thought they were madly in love. Jackson Aloysius Fairchild is a real estate magnate and patron of the art gallery where Traci works. He is a big, handsome man, and he takes a fancy to Traci.
After buttering her up for a few months, he invites both Bobby and Traci to a weekend party at his lake-side estate, along with three other couples, including Traci’s boss Lou and his wife. Bobby had met Jackson a few times at art gallery events, and did not like him, but he agreed to go to the party to keep the peace. Jackson spent most of Saturday staying too close to Traci for Bobby’s comfort, and after dinner Traci quietly asked Bobby to join her in the kitchen. My alternative ending to the story starts there.
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Story:
Her request gave me a very uneasy feeling, so I told her I badly needed to use the bathroom, and I would be right back to talk to her. When I returned, I had my phone in my shirt pocket, with the camera lens peeking above the edge of the pocket, and recording turned on. She looked me in the eye and said “Jackson invited me to sleep with him tonight, and I agreed to do that.”
I was gobsmacked. I asked her to repeat what she just said. She repeated it, saw my look of disbelief and said “Look, this is just sex. It has nothing to do with the love you and I have for each other. I have always been your faithful wife, and I will continue to be after tonight. I just want something different, some new excitement, for one night. You owe me this, and I will make it up to you for the rest of our lives.”
All I could think to say was “Hell, no, I don’t owe you this! You can’t do this!”
She came back with “Bobby, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. It’s going to happen, and you just need to go along with it. It’s only one night. After tonight I will be your loving wife for the rest of our lives.”
“Traci, I beg you not to do this. It will devastate me. It will be the end of our marriage. After all these years are you going to throw our marriage away and put our kids through a divorce for a one night fuckfest?”
“Look Bobby, if you really love me, you will agree to let me do this. I know if I were to do this behind your back, you would have every right to go ballistic. Since I am telling you about it, it isn’t cheating. I’m sure you will be OK with it after the initial shock wears off. As for our marriage, I guess it is up to you. I definitely want to stay married to you, and if you were to divorce me, I would get the kids and turn them against you. I would also ruin you financially. I can’t believe you would do that.”
“I will never agree to this. What makes you think I will come around after the initial shock wears off.”
“Jackson assures me you will, since you love me so much.”
I was totally shell-shocked. This was a side of Traci I didn’t know existed, and I sure as hell didn’t like it. Jackson must have really brain-washed her well.
She left the kitchen and walked hand in hand with Jackson to his master bedroom. I was crushed.
The other three couples had stopped in the hall while this was going on. It was clear that they knew what had happened. “It’s okay, Bobby, this has happened before,” Marna, the wife of Traci’s boss, Lou, said sympathetically. “Jackson’s done this a number of times in the past. He knows he’s an influential, rich, handsome guy, and he’s very successful at seducing the women he wants. That’s just who he is. Other than that, he’s a really nice guy.”
“He also enjoys humiliating the husbands, just like he did you tonight, and the women fall under his spell and go along with it,” Lou added. “It’s nothing personal. He just gets off on it.”
“Have the other couples he’s done this to remained married?” I inquired.
“Well, some did and some didn’t. Some husbands were willing to accept a one-night stand, if for no reason other than for the sake of their kids. Others couldn’t deal with the flagrant flaunting of their marriage vows and the consequent loss of trust, and they demanded a divorce. They usually lost their shirts and their children.”
“Does he usually go after married women with children, to make the husbands more reluctant to get a divorce?” I asked.
“Yeah, he seems to.” chimed in Ralph, Joanne’s husband. “He also likes the humiliation factor.”
I walked over to the master bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and heard them starting to have sex.
I couldn’t stand to listen to this, so I told the others I was leaving, went to our room, packed my stuff, grabbed Traci’s phone and house keys from her purse, and went out to the car. I sat there devastated for a while and then made a plan.
I drove out of the driveway and parked a short distance up the street, Then I got out and walked back to the house. I found the front door unlocked, and the other couples had all gone to bed. I went to the master bedroom, and found that door unlocked and slightly ajar. Asshole clearly wanted everyone to hear what was going on. I quietly slipped into the little alcove inside the door, edged the top of my phone past the wall of the alcove, and started recording them having sex. Lamps were lit on both sides of the bed, so the video was very clear. After a short time she had a screaming orgasm, and that triggered him to come inside her. He rolled off of her, and they sat up against the headboard to recover, giving my camera a clear view of their faces.
I drove home and immediately started composing an email/text message. I attached the video clip of Traci and Jackson having sex, and the video clip of Traci telling me what she was going to do, whether I liked it or not, and what she would do to me if I divorced her. In the body of the message I stated that the first video clip showed what Traci and Jackson Aloysius Fairchild were doing Saturday night, and I stated that the second video clip showed what Traci had told me she planned to do, and why I just needed to go along with it.
In my mind the wording was intended to foil any defamation law suits. The videos might not be admissible in court as such, but any derogatory information only appeared in the video clips, and if the video clips were entered into evidence in any legal proceeding, they would prove that the derogatory information was all true. I knew I might still be liable for invasion of privacy, but Traci’s statements were made within sight and earshot of six other people, and the door to Asshole’s bedroom was ajar, so the claims of privacy might not stand up. Moreover, neither the Slut nor the Asshole was likely to want the videos to be played in open court. If worse came to worse, I would be willing to take a hit not to appear as a willing cuckold.
The message went on to say that I didn’t see how anyone who loved me could hurt me and humiliate me and disrespect me the way she did, and moreover I had lost all trust in her. Given that, I could not stay married to her.