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Greedy Cheating Wife Gets Frozen Out Part OneThere isn’t much sex in this, so if that’s what you’re looking for, it might be best to move on. It’s an account of betrayal and ultimately of revenge. All this really happened. The names were changed to shield the guilty. Here in Canada, our divorce laws are a little different. They vary very little from province to province since they are all governed by The Divorce Act (1985). There are three grounds. The first is separation of a year – this is an uncontested action. Both parties establish separate residences for that period and joint assets are split 50/50. The second is physical and/or mental cruelty. The third is adultery. This one can be uncontested if the guilty spouse signs an affidavit admitting to the adultery but does not have to name his or her partner. Where there can be some variation is in the matter of support payments. The guilty spouse can request and receive support payment for c***dren and these are not affected by his/her actions. Since my divorce was based on adultery, I’ll deal with that.And now, the tale begins. I met my wife where she worked at the time, a high end restaurant by boss occasionally took me to for lunch. Gail has medium length wavy light brown hair, pretty face, smallish breasts (B maybe B+ cup)trim waist and a killer ass. Her legs are nice too. Like most women in that job she would do a little flirting to attract better tips. Wait staff don’t get paid a lot. One thing led to another and we started dating. I’m considered attractive by most women, I have brown hair/eyes, 6′ even, solid 190. I’m not body builder ripped, but I am fit and toned thanks to martial arts training and practise since high school. We were both in our mid 20’s at the time. The first time I asked her out, she declined since it was her regular bingo night. Apparently this was her one “vice” and she hardly ever missed it. Eventually we dated regularly and after about a year and a half we got married. Afterwards, she moved into my 2 bedroom condo I had owned outright since before we met. I bought it with money I inherited from my grandparents. Gail is a squirter when fully aroused and it takes a lot of lubrication for me to ease my cock into her. Going slow was the order of the day and I was never able to get balls deep, bottoming out against her cervix at about the 8.5″ mark. As it was, we enjoyed sex several times a week using as many different positions as were comfortable for both of us. She was only able to get the head and an inch or so of my cock in her mouth so blow jobs were never of the deep throat variety. All in all, the sex was pretty satisfying. She wasn’t a virgin, which was fortunate since I have a 9.5″ cock that my fingers don’t quite meet around. About three years into our marriage, things began to change. One night she came home from bingo and I noticed right away that her hair and clothes didn’t smell of cigarette smoke. Her explanation was that the new anti-smoking law made all public buildings have smoker stay in a separate , closed off area that was vented to the outside. Being a non-smoker, she sat in the “clean” area. Fair enough. Then, she got a new job. It seems that two of the “regular” customers at the restaurant were members of a local country club. Word was that the assistant dining room/bar manager there was fired for “certain irregularities” and the club board wanted no adverse publicity so weren’t advertising the position. They put in a word for her and she got an interview. They were impressed with her training and experience and offered her the job on the spot. She took it, gave in her noticed and started the following Monday. Initially, she put in a lot of hours getting up to speed on the various duties, etc. But she still kept up her bingo nights. After a few weeks, she had settled into the job and we adapted to her new hours. My job also changed. My boss noticed that I was getting along very well with most of our clientele. I would handle their questions or problems with shipments, invoices, schedules, just about everything. After a while, they would start asking for me specifically for whatever it was. He called me into his office and told me he was making me the company’s Client Liaison Officer. It meant having as duties, all the things I was doing before but with my own office and more money. I called my wife to let her know and see if we could go out for dinner to celebrate. I forgot it was bingo night. I went to the dojo instead.Gail was over an hour zonguldak escort later getting home that night. Apparently she stayed for the late games since she hadn’t won anything earlier. Curious, but not unreasonable. She sometimes grumbled about missing out on a big payout but that night she just went straight to the shower and bed. No good night kiss, nothing. Next it was taking in the “early bird” games straight from work as well as the late games. I was spending more hours at the dojo those nights. When she added a second bingo night I shifted into full scale suspicious mode. Our sex life became virtually non existent. With her hours, my hours and her bingo nights we hardly even saw each other. I was sure something was going on, but all I has was suspicion. I needed a spy guy. Fortunately, I knew a guy who could help. Jim was a former classmate of mine. He was in the army Provost Marshall office (Canada’s military police). We’d kept in touch and he was always willing to help. I made arrangements to meet up after work and I told him everything. He agreed with me on all points, specially about getting some kind of proof of anything. A former colleague of his was now running his own company offering security services and consulting. He arranged a meeting. Phil still looked “army”. That’s about the only way to describe him. I gave him all the details and a picture of my wife. Before he left, he just said to leave it with him and he’d get back to me in a couple of days. I carried on as normally as I could. Things at home remained . . . polite I guess best describes things. In addition to my sessions at the dojo, I was also spending a lot of hours at work, first in and last out most days. I was also working closely with our company lawyer on client contracts and other issues. Arlene was a rather plain woman and there was no sexual attraction between us. We shared a dry and sometimes wicked sense of humour and worked really well together. I heard from Phil a few days later and he confirmed my suspicions. There were no bingo games. He tracked her car and found she was visiting an apartment on those nights. It was in a good area, ground floor with direct access therefore no trips through a building lobby. The entry way was partially screened by a dense chest high hedge. She let herself in with a key. I felt hurt angry and I wanted to punch somebody very, very hard. I told Phil to find out exactly what was going on there. He told me to leave it to him and it would take maybe a few weeks to get everything. His last words to me before he left were: “in the meantime, don’t do anything hasty or stupid”. Good advice. I spent a lot more hours at work and worked off a lot of steam at the dojo. About two or three weeks later, Gail informed me that she and a few of her “bingo gals” were going off to an out of town casino to “hit the big time action” for a weekend. They were meeting at the club and were leaving as soon as her shift ended of Friday and they’d be back sometime Sunday evening. Great. I didn’t believe her, but Phil’s advice kept ringing in my head. I didn’t see Gail at all on the Friday. I was up and off to work before she was awake and, again, I was the last one out of the office. I spent Saturday morning in the dojo and the afternoon at the office clearing up paper work and organizing my schedule for the next week. I thought I was alone, but Arlene was in too. She came by my office with a note in her hand that she was going to leave for me. Since I was there she said it was to see her Monday to clear up some loose ends on a bid we were making for a big contract with a prospective client. Since we were both here I suggested we do it now and so we got to it and finished up late in the afternoon. We decided to get some food, so we walked a couple of blocks to a really nice little bistro. On the way, my mind wandered and I wondered where things went wrong. Did I do something? What? I was brought back by a voice saying “Earth to Greg, Earth to Greg are you receiving us?” We’re here. I tried to keep up some sort of conversation during our meal but Arlene was too sharp to allow that and she came right out and asked me what was wrong. It all came out in a bit of a rush. Everything. She listened as only a trained legal mind can. She didn’t say anything at first, then she leaned over, placed her elbows on the table and tented her fingers before she spoke. What she said was basically what Phil told me. Only as she put it: “Get all your ducks in a escort zonguldak row and when they’re all neatly lined up come by my office and see me.”We decided to leave it at that for the time being. Sunday morning I slept in, went out for a leisurely breakfast and read a morning paper. For the rest of the day I just drifted through it and tackled some household chores. Gail dragged ass in around 9:30 that night and headed straight for the shower. Afterwards, she dumped the few things she had packed into the laundry hamper and climbed into bed without a word and went right to sleep. Right. Time to consult Phil to see what he had to report. I called him from the office on Monday and he suggested we meet up after work on Thursday which just happened to be Gail’s second “bingo night”. We met in his office and I could tell from his expression the news wasn’t good. He reported that she was meeting two men in their early forties at the apartment and having sex with both of them and had been since the first time she decided a second “bingo night” was in order. These were the two that arranged for her interview at the country club. She usually saw them separately on alternate nights and occasionally together for threesomes. He then showed me the video evidence he had. It was crystal clear HD in living colour and stereo sound. It was just as he said. They did everything but anal. Gail was adamant about that. One of them did suggest it, but she told him she would call it quits if he tried. There was one surprise. On a few evenings there was a younger guy looked to be in his early twenties. Apparently he was the nephew of one of the older guys. On the “casino weekend” Gail and one of her friends showed up at the apartment and proceeded to get set up for a party. The two older guys showed up and the for of them had a marathon of sex weekend. They did everything except anal. The girls did a little girl on girl action, they switched partners and generally fucked themselves stupid for 48 hours. Phil literally had hours of video footage. Each disc had a time/date stamp in the lower right corner. He put together a compilation disc that was about 20 minutes. He also gave me a complete dossier on all three guys. The older ones were married, had several k**s and were very successful business men. All their information was neatly set out. The younger guy was engaged to the daughter of a quite wealthy family. When I asked Phil about his fee, I was floored by the low amount he said. It amounted to little more than incidental expenses. He explained that a client of his manufactured the equipment he’d used since he field tested such for them and they paid him very well for doin so and submitting written reports on the performance. I happily paid up and went to see my lawyer friend Arlene. My ducks were now in a neat row.Arlene explained that since we were work colleagues, she could not represent me due to a conflict of interest. Instead, she recommended a friend of hers since law school who had recently opened her own office. She even called and set up an appointment for the very next afternoon. I told my boss what was happening and he told me to take off as much time as I needed. He was very sympathetic. My meeting with Arlene’s friend Helen went very well. She was a few years older than I, about the same age as Arlene. Her appearance was very professional and her manner relaxed. She was very easy to talk to. She told her secretary to hold all her calls for the entire afternoon as this was going to take some time. Told her everything from the beginning. She listened in true lawyerly fashion occasionally asking a pointed question. Since we had no c***dren, the main issue was division of property. Did we own a house? No, we lived in a condo, my condo. Helen told me that Gail might be entitled to half the value of the condo in which case I’d have to sell it. I was hoping that wouldn’t be the case, but I was willing to cross that bridge when we got to it. Helen asked to see the evidence that I had and suggested I go get a coffee while she looked it over. I went and got a bit of a late lunch and came back to her office about forty -five minutes later. She got right to it. I certainly had grounds for a divorce on adultery. Helen would get all the papers drawn up so Gail could be served as soon as possible. She had another “casino weekend” coming up on Friday so I asked if she could be served when she arrived at work on the Monday morning. This was going to be no problem. zonguldak escort bayan When I left her office it was close to 4:00 so I headed for home. Somewhere close to 6:30 I was surprised to see Gail come in. This was a “bingo night” when I asked her why she wasn’t on her way there she said she thought she’d pass because of the “casino weekend” and we could spend the evening together. I wasn’t going to spend any more time in her presence that absolutely necessary. I told her I had a beginner class at the dojo and I might see her later but not to wait up. She just stood there with a stunned look on her face as I walked out the door. I spent Friday at the office as usual and the rest of the weekend I got together with friends I hadn’t seen for a while, we had a few beers, took in a movie and just generally got caught up. Monday morning I was in the office early as usual. Arlene dropped in to ask how things went and I told her just fine. My boss called me in to his office for the same reason. I told him it went fine and that I expected my wife to be served with the divorce papers that morning. He told me that I could take as much time off as I needed for consultations with my lawyer and for court as well. Back at my office, I told my secretary if my wife called, I was unavailable. I believe her first call came at about 10:45. My cell phone rang about two minutes later. I shut it off. I left the office shortly after that and went straight home. I told the building super to change the lock on my door and give the key only to me. The spare key was for emergencies and definitely not to be given to my wife under any circumstances. He should also confis**te her key to the lobby door and the underground garage. I boxed up her personal belongings and took them to a storage facility. I locked up her stuff, paid a month’s rent on the unit and put the key and rental agreement in an envelope with her name on it. When I got back home, I told the super to give her the envelope when he took back her keys. After that, I made some dinner, opened a beer and put on Netflix and chilled. After about an hour, I decided to check my phone. Surprise, surprise. It was filled with voicemails, texts and even a few emails. I wanted to see if there were any from work and there was only one from my secretary to let me know my wife called several times throughout the day. The rest of the voicemails were from Gail. As soon as I heard her voice, I deleted them. Same for the texts and emails. I shut the phone off again.A few days later. I received a letter at work from some lawyer’s office. I didn’t bother to read whatever was in it, I just dropped it off at Helen’s office on my lunch break. Any communication to me would go through her. A week later we had a meeting with Gail and her lawyer. Gail wanted half the value of the condo, $1,000.00/month support and, of course half the joint chequing account. I very calmly responded that she wasn’t going to get anything other than half the joint chequing account. I then asked Helen to show them why. She opened her laptop and inserted the compilation disc and hit “play”. Gail’s face lost all colour except for a red spot on each cheekbone. Her lawyer looked totally surprised. I then told them that this was only 20 minutes taken from many hours of similar footage. Helen the spoke up and told them that in return for the disc, Gail would sign an affidavit admitting to adultery (no names necessary), drop the request for the support and sign a quit claim for half the condo. I pointed out that the alternative was for us to present the video evidence in court. With a smug expression, her lawyer said that the video wasn’t admissible since none of the parties gave their consent and it was an invasion of privacy. I was ready for that one. I told him that regardless, everyone in that court room including the judge would know it existed and it was quite possible it might even make its way to the internet or appear on social media. That got their full attention. After a hasty whispered conference, they agreed but wanted assurances that was the only copy of the disc. I gave them that since it really was. It was agreed. All the necessary paper work was drawn up, signed witnessed, sealed and delivered. When we got to court, it was all over in less than 10 minutes. On the way out, I handed over the disc. The divorce would be final in 31 days. Outside the court room, both lawyers left for other case appearances. Gail came over to me looking very contrite. She handed me an envelope with my name on it. I asked her what it was and she told me that she felt that she owed me an apology and an explanation. I took it, tore it up and dropped it at her feet. Then I walked away. That should have been the end of it . . .
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