The reluctant cuckold.

   This is fiction.  If you think this is a how-to manual or directions on
retaliation, you are a sick person and need counseling and therapy or even
prison.  If however, you have dreamed about retaliation but know what is
acceptable and legal than you are probably no more insane than any
prosecuting attorney.  If you are not looking for revenge stories you need
to go somewhere else.

   If you are looking for something in under 2 min., I suggest you go to
www.quickjerkoff.com .  If you wish to email me, please do so.  My email is
josher-75729atmypacks.net You must remove the "at" and replace it with @.
This is done to minimize spam.  Thanks Simon Josher.

The main directory link is https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/hypnohelper69/

   *********************************************************************

   If you are reading this or watching the video, I am dead.  I died happy
and my wife' boyfriend is dead also.  I killed him making it look like a
suicide; videotaped it and sent it to the news media and my attorney so the
police and the prosecutor don't need to indict an innocent person just to
satisfy their egos and their notches on the bedpost of their convictions.

   My wife has not found out yet about all of her problems, but she will,
starting with the AIDS, house foreclosure and ..........  Oh well, let me
start at the beginning.

   I am Simon Josher.  I was a 45 year old man that had been divorced for 4
years when I married my second wife Ashley Jane 35 years old.  She had a
daughter Diane, 13 years old from her previous marriage.

   She had the face of a blond haired angel, with the body out of Playboy.
She seemed to love me but I was never sure whether it was for me or for my
possessions.  I was willing to take the chance as the sex was great and I
was ready for the typical trophy wife.

   When we got married, we had a prenuptial agreement in place because I
wanted to protect my business.  I wanted to determined her mindset and make
sure she loved me and not only for what she could get out of my business. I
had already paid off one ex-wife in a lump sum settlement and did not want
to pay for a gold digger.

   I had a security business that I had built to a very comfortable level
and used the money to invest in property and other businesses.  The
security business was helpful in investigating businesses that I wanted to
buy and people that I had to deal with in these transactions. 
Additionally, having over 13,000 people paying $40.00 a month to monitor
their systems added up to a nice amount of cash.

   We had what I believed to be a typical marriage for people in our
circle. I worked 50-60 hours a week and she had her visits to the gym and
clubs and took care of getting her daughter to school activities.

   The summer Diane was ready to enter her junior year in high school she
asked if I had a summer job that she could work in one of my companies.  I
told her what I really needed was an assistant that could be with me daily
going to the different jobs and sites with me to take notes and then enter
them into my computer.  It would be essentially a field version of the
executive assistant.

   She jumped at the chance to do this.  I told her that she should think
about it because I could see several problems that might arise and wanted
her to be fully aware of these before she started training.

   "Come on Daddy Simon, that sounds like fun."

   I explained that she would be accompanying me to appointments that might
be a construction site or to the boardroom and everything in between.  "We
are going to be together many hours a week and that is far different than
just going along on a take you daughter to work day environment."

   I continued that I would be telling her how to dress for the different
appointments and that I would often give her instructions or orders and not
take the time to explain why or what was going on until a lot later. 
Private time would also be lost because I expected to work about 22-24 days
a month and she would not have time for her friends.

   The last thing I want to let you know that in many ways our roles are
changed.  You will be my employee not my daughter while we are working.  I
will not put up with any whining or arguing when I tell you to do
something.

   To my surprise she agreed and still wanted the job.  I told her that I
wanted her to go to her room and get out clothes for a boardroom
appointment, golf casual, dress casual, and construction worksite so that I
could see what she thought each of these meant.  The construction site was
fine.  Her wardrobe for the other appointments styles was abysmal.

   I asked her how she expected to do the job if she didn't have the
clothes.  I told her that people have to dress properly to work in a bank
and other jobs that require some thought and that she needed to tell me her
plans or talk it over with her mom.

   As I expected Ashley had no interest in helping Diane get things
together for work and told her that all she needed to do was to ask for a
bigger allowance and I would give it to her.  She told me that Ashley did
not want her to bother her about things like work and collage to just look
for a man to support her.

   Diane told me all about it and explained that she wanted to become an
attorney and felt that this would be a chance to get some background
knowledge of business.  She told me that she did not want to be like her
mom and wanted me to help her plan her life.

   I told her that I would make her an offer.  "Would you work for me for
three weeks without a paycheck if I was to help you get what you need to
work?"

   "I would be happy to work for you all summer without pay just to learn
the business and to get away from Mom."

   "Ok Diane, here is what is going to happen.  When I get done at the
office this afternoon be ready to go shopping and we will see what you
need."

   I had my secretary give me the list of stores that would have clothing
that Diane would need.  She also gave me a list of her suggestions for
items so that the combinations would serve multiple functions.  She had the
list of accessories that she thought would help finish the outfits.  She
told me, "I have always liked Diane and would be happy to work with her so
she would be what you need for an assistant.

   I asked her if she was sure that it would not be a problem.

   "No, I don't have any girls of my own, and you know how I love to play
dress up with my girlfriends."

   "No, Alice, I have never been with you when you are playing dress up. 
After working for me for 12 years I knew that you were probably bi, but I
have never asked as your private life is up to you.  As long as it is on
your own time, consensual, and doesn't leave stains on the carpet or
furniture, it is up to you whatever you want."

   "Chief, have her bring everything into the office tomorrow.  There is a
pair of spare lockers in the ladies locker room and if she puts them there,
I will help her get things ready each day.  I have seen how these high
school girls dress and I think that she will probably need some help.

   Armed with the list of suggestions, I took Diane shopping.  When we got
done I was worn out and she was delighted.  Clothing, accessories, shoes,
jewelry, a couple handbags, and other items filled the bags.  We stopped at
the office and put everything in the lockers that Alice suggested and went
home.

   Alice came in the next morning with a smile on her face and said, "well
done, but I think you forgot the obvious items."

   "Now what did I forget?"

   "You forgot lingerie and makeup.  You cannot expect good clothing to
hang properly without lingerie and don't forget that makeup finishes the
look."

   "Alice, I am not going to take her shopping for that stuff.  I know
nothing about makeup except to know when I don't like something and if I
took her shopping for lingerie what I would chose would make her look like
a walking wet dream.  Her mom would have her looking like a slut or a two
dollar whore so either way she wouldn't have a chance.  Here is a credit
card; take her and get her several of everything that she needs.  Don't
just get the makeup, but make sure that she is shown how to apply it.  Then
as a surprise get her hair done along with a manicure and pedicure.  Then
you take her out to lunch.  I want both of you to have a good time and
don't worry about getting back; I am giving you the rest of the day off so
enjoy."

   I was working at my desk late that afternoon when I heard a knock on my
door.  "Come in" I called the door opened and Alice peeked in.

   "Do you have a moment for me" she asked.

   "Of course, come in."

   She stepped back and Diane came into my office.  It took my breath away.
She was dressed in her outfit that we had purchased for board meetings and
other serious business meetings.  Her hair and makeup were perfect.  She
had on dark hose and high heels and was carrying a small clutch purse.  She
walked into the room as if she owned it and then she ran over to me and put
her arms around me and gave me hugs and kisses and then sat in my lap and
told me all about their day.

   That summer passed rapidly.  With Alice's help Diane became the perfect
assistant for what I wanted.  We bonded better than we had ever bonded in
all the years that I had been married to her mother.  When school started
she continued to work for me whenever her schedule would permit.

   As Diane and I grew closer Ashley and I continued to grow apart.  I
found her behavior to become more self-centered and strange.  Diane told me
how concerned she was about her mom and wanted to know what to do about it.

   I had my head of investigations come into my office and explained that I
wanted to find out what was going on.  I told Mike that intuitively I
thought that she might be cheating on me but wanted to start checking.

   I told my family that I was concerned about their safety so we were
going to install whole house security.  As usual Ashley's only thought was
if it would inconvenience her.  I told her no she would not be bothered
about it other than to turn it on and off.

   We started by putting tiny security cameras in the house in almost every
room.  I used at least two cameras that could automatically turn on if
there was movement in the room.  If I wanted to monitor, I could use the
computer interface in my office or in my home office to control the
cameras, zooming and panning at will and recording the sound as well.

   As the phone system was a multi-line system tied in with my business
system, I already had the ability to record everything on the phones.

   The last item that he suggested was getting her a top of the line
Stratus cell phone and a purse.  The cell phone had the ability to be
programmed to use the second line function to feed all calls into our
recording system.  The purse was a designer purse that cost almost $700
and`I knew she could not help but carry to show off.

   I had the cameras installed in the bathroom and Diane's room turned off,
but left the sensors turned on so that movement could be logged in either
of these rooms.

   For the first two weeks things seemed to be normal and I began to think
that I was imagining things.  The only thing that seemed unusual was that
no matter when I wanted to have sex, Ashley always had an excuse for not
wanting it.

   One Wednesday I had talked to her on the phone from my office and she
told me she was going to be home all afternoon.  I needed to go to an
appointment so I decided to surprise her with some flowers on my way to the
appointment.  When I got home, she was gone and the housekeeper was also
gone for the day.  I went to my home office and pulled up the security
camera recording.  I ran the video backwards till I saw her leave.  I
worked backwards through the cameras until I got to an hour before I talked
to her.  I ran it forward and saw her on her cell phone.

   The phone call was recorded in a separate file, but was time stamped to
match so that I could match the phone call with the video and watch her
body language along with her words.  It was from a guy telling her he was
back and wanted to see her.  They agreed to meet at the usual place.  As
soon as they hung up she called me and wanted to know what I was doing that
afternoon.  I had looked at the wrong page on my schedule and thought I was
going to be in meetings all afternoon.

   As soon as she hung up the phone, she rushed into our room and stripped
down and took a shower.  She then dressed in clothes that I had never seen
that she had stored in a bag in the back of the closet.  They were far more
reveling than she had ever agreed to wear for me in our own back yard.

   She checked the time and then picked up the phone and said "I'm on my
way.  He is out of the way for five hours so we don't have to hurry."

   I pulled up the GPS tracker on her car and it showed that she was parked
at a motel about three miles away.  I called Mike and told him what was
going on and asked him to check it out.

   When I got done with my appointment I checked in with him.  She had left
a motel room with a black guy that he recognized as being a local cop that
had been in jail for the last three weeks.  He told me that he would have a
complete report for me in the morning.  I asked him to check the cameras to
see if Ashley was home.  She was not but the GPS showed that she was at a
bar close to the hotel.

   I went back to the office and cued all the cameras so that they were
motion activated and would provide continuous coverage from the time Ashley
came on the property.  She parked the car in the garage and went straight
to our suite and got some clothes out of the closet and then went to the
guestroom in the other wing of the house and stripped down to take a
shower. As she was stripping down, I zoomed the camera in close and could
see that she was not wearing any panties, and that she had cum running down
her legs.

   She went into the bathroom and I switched cameras to watch.  She wiped
her pussy and legs but didn't douche and then showered.  When she got
dressed she put on panties and a bra and her usual clothes.  She hid the
clothes that she had taken off under the sink then blowing herself a kiss
in the mirror went to the kitchen.

   I waited till she had a pot of coffee making and called home.  I asked
what she had done all afternoon and she told me that she had taken a nap
and read a new romance novel that she had been told about.  She wanted to
know where we were going for supper because she wasn't in the mood to cook.
I told her to think of something and when Diane got home from her practice
we would all go eat.  Ashley whined that she didn't want to take the kid
with us.  I told her that it wouldn't hurt to take Diane with us.

   As soon as I hung up, I called Diane and told her that we would go out
as soon as she got home and to call when she left school.

   About 40 min.  later I got a call from Diane.  She was a little
confused. She got my message that we were going out, and about two min. 
later her mom left a message that told her that I wanted to go out to
dinner but didn't want to take her when her mom and I went.  "What is going
on?"

   "Don't worry about it, honey, we will all go or just you and I will go.
Your mom will have to decide what she wants to do."

   Diane went home and got ready without telling her mom about our
conversation.  While I was getting ready, Ashley was acting lovey dovey. 
She decided that she wanted to go to Harvey's for dinner.  I finished
getting my tie tied and put my blazer on and told her I would be ready in a
moment.

   I went to Diane's room and knocked.  She was in a basic little black
dress with hose and heels and pearls.  I told her how nice she looked and
we went to get in the car.  When Ashley saw her with me all dressed up she
exploded.  "I wanted it to be just the two of us tonight and you have to
ruin it.  I'm not going if she has to go."

   "Ashley, I told you that all of us were going.  If you don't want to go
you don't have to go but Diane and I are leaving now.  Are you coming or
not?"

   I continued walking to the car with Diane.  Ashley followed along
ranting and raving.  Finally I told her to act her age or stay home.  We
all got in the car and Ashley said, "I had a special evening planned for us
and you had to go ruining it for me."

   I could see that Diane was feeling guilty about everything so I told
Ashley, "I would like to know how having a family together would ruin
everything.  Family is important.  If you start putting other things before
family, you are ruining family.  If you are talking about having sex, Diane
is going on 18 years old so I think that she will understand if she is not
included in that part of the evening.  Besides, we haven't had sex for
weeks, why are you so determined to have it tonight and what has changed
that we can have it now and not in the past?"

   "How do you dare talk about our sex life in front of our daughter like
this," Ashley erupted?

   "MOM, I am not his daughter and YOU are the one that won't let him adopt
me so it is not his fault.  He has treated me better than any of the other
girls at schools biological fathers treat them but you won't let him be my
dad.  Besides what is your problem?  If you haven't had sex in weeks
something is wrong.  I haven't seen any change in him and apparently you
are the one refusing him."

   "Enough" I ordered, "we are going to have supper and quit discussing sex
life and legal definitions of parenthood.  When we get home, sex or lack of
it can be discussed between Ashley and me in our bedroom."

   When we got home, I watched a little TV and had my computer set to let
me know if a phone call was made.  Sure enough I was about 10 min.  into
the movie when the light for Ashley's cell phone lit up on my laptop.  I
waited till it went out and then called to Ashley to let her know that I
was going to check my emails in my office and then I was going up to bed.

   I went into my office and closed and locked the door.  I pulled up the
call record for the phone call that Ashley had just made.  It was the voice
of a black male that I heard her talking to.  She told him, "I am working
so hard to make him excited to have sex.  I promised you that the first
time you and I made love that I would make him eat me out.  He is so good
at it and I have not had sex with him or let him eat me out since you went
to jail.  I am so glad that you plea bargained the DUI down and wont have
to do any more time.  I can't wait to be your slut; I just love you so
much. I don't know why we waited till today to have sex but I am willing to
do anything for you."

   "You better make plans to get away next weekend.  Some of my people are
going to be in town and I told them my bitch would entertain all of us,"
the voice told her.

   "I just want you, not everyone else."

   "Bitch you aren't listening, if you want me you WILL do what I tell you
or I will find some other white bitch that will do what they are told.  You
better be ready to do anything I tell you to do without complaining because
there are things you gotta do to be mine for more than just a few days. 
Unnerstand?"

   "Bobby, I'll do anything you tell me to do, anything just don't leave
me."

   "Make your white boy eat my cum and then see me tomorrow at the same
place.  Bring $5,000 dollars with you I need to get stuff for next
weekend."

   "Ok, I've got to go now.  I love you Bobby"

   I sat there for a couple minuets thinking.  Well at least I know what is
going on.  She has a black lover, they want to make a cuckold out of me,
and apparently he wants me to support him.

   One thing I was not going to do have to have any sexual relationship
with her.  I knew from CDC statistics that young black males have a one in
six chance of having HIV or any number of sexually transmitted diseases or
hepatitis from their behavior in prison.  If she wanted that she could have
it but I wanted her out of the picture.

   When I went up to bed, she was all made up in her sexiest outfit and had
redone her makeup to look as good as I had ever seen her.  She looked
invitingly at me while I got ready for bed.

   She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I have waited for so
long for this, hurry up."

   I looked at her and told her, "I don't know why you have waited, I have
been here and asked for it but you always turned me down.  Besides I am
absolutely out of the mood.  That argument that you decided to have this
evening has me totally out of the mood."

   She took her robe off and posed her body in her short nightgown with
slits all the way up the sides and down the front.  I looked at her closely
while she smiled and motioned me close.  I lifted up the front of the gown
and spread her knees a little.  She smiled and started pulling me closer
thinking that I was getting ready to eat her out.  I got close and
pretended to look than pulled back and covered her up.

   "You need to call the doctor tomorrow.  You have a serious discharge
going on there.  I'm not going to get close to that until you find out what
is going on.  It has a strong smell also.  If we had made love recently I
would think that it might be cum but since we haven't you need checked. 
Good night."

   She was stunned and tried to argue that she was just wet for me and that
nothing was wrong.  I refused to buy that.  She started drama again and I
told her that if she kept up the arguing, one or the other of us could
leave but I couldn't sleep with all this going on.

   That set the stage for a rapidly deteriorating relationship.  She
continued to meet her lover boy and screw him and his friends.  They kept
asking her for money and making her do things to humiliate her.

   I quit sleeping with her blaming the arguments as the reason.  I watched
through the camera as she would come home from her dates and clean up. 
They seemed to take pleasure in making her leave their cum on her face and
in her hair to see what I was going to do.  She had been lying to them
about my acceptance of her behavior telling them that I would eat their
come and that I would make love only when her pussy was full of their cum.
They called it "living the Mandingo lifestyle" and then they talked about
having a breeding party.

   I noticed that she was now wearing tattoos under her clothes with CUM
SLUT over her butt cheeks and Bobby's Whore over her cunt.  On the phone
they asked her if I had complained and she told them that I was accepting
everything.  They didn't know that I wouldn't touch her.  The next change I
noticed was that they must have taken her to a piercing party because she
now had her belly button pierced, her tongue, nipples, clit ring, and a
long string of rings on both sides of her labia.

   I decided that the confrontation method of dealing with this would be
emotionally satisfying but the not the best way to deal with the situation.
I wanted to make plans for ending the relationship so that she would get
nothing more than she had already gotten.  I had been through a divorce
once before and knew how much I stood to lose if I didn't plan for this.

   The other thing that I was planning around was that her boyfriend was
Bobby Cutter a city cop who had a history of violence and drug involvement
and was willing to use his position to harm anyone that got in his way.

   While her downward spiral was going on, I met with my friend John who
was an attorney, and my head of security Mike, who was a retired FBI agent
to make plans.  I decided to liquidate all assets and then to place them
out of her reach.  The pre-nup allowed me to do this as long as she was
guaranteed a monthly income.  I sold the business to Mike with the
condition that I would keep my position until Ashley and I were separated
and that no one else in the company would know or suspect anything.

   One weekend that Ashley told me she was visiting some collage friends
while she was actually out with the black gang of men.  I told her that I
was going to take Diane away to a cabin on the lake that Mike let me use.

   Diane was very quiet for most of the ride other than asking why I was
bringing my laptop and other items when we were supposed to be getting
away. I told her that if she would wait I would show her everything.

   We got there and unpacked and then went out to the front porch and sat
on the love seat.  She laid on her back with her head in my lap and legs
hanging over the end of the love seat.  "Ok daddy what is going on with you
and mom?  Why is she running around on you and looking like a whore and you
are putting up with all of the nonsense?"

   "Baby doll, how much do you know and how much do you want to know?

   She told me everything that she knew which was most of what her mom was
doing.  She told me that she wanted to know everything.

   I got up and got my laptop with three DVDs that I had condensed most of
the phone calls and surveillance tapes including the ones that Mike had
taken from the cameras installed in Bobby's apartment.

   I told her, "the reason I brought you up here now and am showing you all
this is on the next tape.  Do you need something stronger than your
Mountain Dew(TM) to listen to this next?

   "No not yet, but I might when it is done if you have to ask."

   I put the last DVD in and started playing it.  It had been taken in
Bobby's apartment the last week.  It showed the four black men and Ashley
having sex in various combinations and using various drugs in between
sessions.  At the end, Bobby told Ashley that she was going to have to
bring her daughter with her if she wanted to keep being serviced.  Ashley
told them that Diane was only 17 and she couldn't do that.  She was told
that she had two months to get Diane pierced and tattooed like Ashley was
and additionally to have all of their names tattooed on her breasts.  Then
they told her that Diane was going to move in with them.  Ashley agreed to
do it.  The guys told her, "you know she is going to be our whore and slut
for what ever we want her to do for us don't you."

   "Yes and I know that she will love it like I have come to love being
your slut."

   When the DVD ended, Diane looked at me and said, "I don't need a drink,
I need you to hold me on your lap like you used to hold me." She climbed up
and just held me for a little while.  Finally she told me "I knew she was
twisted, but this is out of the world.  If I made a list of things that I
hate, almost everything they talked about would be on the list.  I am ready
to become sexually active in a year or so, but I don't want to be a whore
and if I am to be successful as an attorney, you have shown me that I can't
be a slut either.  I don't even want to be except for a special man.  I
hate tattoos and drugs.  The only thing that I would consider would be the
piercing and that would be for me not for some bastard that wants to rape
and abuse me.  I don't want to be around her; can you help me?"

   "I can and I will help you but I wanted you to know what was going on
and to hear it for yourself not from me.  The first thing is to get
guardianship of you.  The other thing is that I want to finish protecting
assets for you.  I am working on selling things and putting them into a
trust for you.  Do you trust and feel comfortable around Mike and John,
because that is the team that I want to put into place to help you?"

   "Yes I like them both very well."

   "Ok, the last question for the moment, did I hear you say that you
wanted piercings and if so which ones and how many?"

   "I want all of them they mentioned but Mom has been so crazy and I
didn't know what you would think.  But, yes I would love to get them and
have you there to hold my hand when I get them I know they will hurt so I
want you there.  We don't wear suits in the hot tub so I don't mind you
seeing me.  When will you take me?"

   "Baby, I'll take you this evening after supper if you want to have it
done."

   After supper I took her to get the piercings done.  The girl asked her
how many she wanted to do at a session.  When Diane told her that she
wanted the whole list done in one session the piercing girl was amazed and
told her that she must either like pain or be very brave.  Diane just
wanted to get on with the job.

   An hour later she sported a piercing in her nose, the only visible one
of the evening, a tongue stud, nipples, belly button, clit, and three on
each labium.  She was walking gingerly but triumphantly as we walked out to
the car.  She was holding on to my arm as usual and told me how happy she
was that I had been there for her and allowed her to do this.

   When we got back to the cabin I got out two of my heavy duty painkillers
and gave them to her with a glass of wine.  I told her that it would likely
knock her silly but she didn't need to be in pain unnecessarily.

   The rest of the weekend was generally a quiet companionable time. 
Diane's mouth was too sore to do much talking and her other body parts
didn't lend themselves too much activity.  I let her take the pain pills at
maximum dosage until Monday morning so much of her time was just cuddling
and dozing.  This was fine with me as I enjoyed the companionship and the
quiet gave me time to plan.  By Monday morning Diane told me that the
piercings were still tender but her nipples and clit were giving her very
good feelings when she moved and she was already glad she had them done.

   When we got back to the house Ashley was gone as we expected.  Diane
told me that if her mom asked she was going to tell her that she decided to
get her tougng and nose pierced but not tell her about the other piercings.

   I had a meeting with Mike and John and we played the most recent DVD. 
When Ashley was sure that I was gone her and her friends had partied at our
house and in our bedroom.  I was glad that I was not sleeping in that room
anymore as I am sure that the smell of smoke and their bodies was still in
the room.

   We copied the part where they talked about getting Diane again and they
decided that they were going force her to go with them and give her various
drugs to get her so addicted that they would not have to worry about her
wanting to leave.

   I replayed the DVD from the previous session and asked John what our
options were at this time and to start laying the ground work for getting
them locked up.  Mike made the observation that with Bobby being a corrupt
cop that he could get the FBI involved.  I told John to get the paperwork
started to transfer guardianship to me and to protect all the assets so
that if Ashley tried to get anything she would lose everything.  I also
wanted her to be arrested if possible when the black guys were picked up.

   I called Ashley and asked her when she would be home because I had some
business I wanted to talk to her about.

   We sat down that evening and I told her that I was sorry that our
relationship had turned sour and I had been to the attorney to put the
house in both of our names and that I wanted to show her how much I loved
her.  I could see the dollar signs spinning in her eyes.  I told her that
there would be a lot of papers but if she could come to the office in the
morning, John would have the papers ready for us to start reshaping our
lives.

   She invited me to go to bed with her but knowing what she had been doing
the last 5 months, I was not interested so I told her that I wanted to
rebuild the foundations of love first.

   The next morning she was up and ready earlier than I had ever known her
to be ready and couldn't wait to go to the office with me.

   John and I were counting on her doing the usual air headed things that
she had done for years and not reading any of the forms but just signing
them so that she could get her hands on the house.

   Sure enough, she never noticed the forms transferring guardianship of
Diane to me or my designee never noticed the trust fund names making Diane
sole beneficiary, or the home equity line of credit application making John
the trustee to handle all matters on her behalf.  John explained them with
the minimum amount of explanation to keep him out of prison, but not enough
to make her think.  All she just wanted to do was to get papers signed and
to know when it would be hers.

   I had Mike ready and as soon as she left he put the phone tap on the
speakers.  She called Bobby and told him that I had signed the house over
to her and he wanted to know when she could sell it and they could have the
money.

   We sat there and laughed.  John left to file the papers and I took the
loan papers to the bank.  The bank was loaning me 90% of the value of the
house as a mortgage since I had paid it off with them 5 years before.  The
loan was in my name and Ashley's name with the payments coming from my
trust accounts where I was placing all the money from the liquidation of my
assets.

   I had been having tightness in my chest so when all the paperwork was
finished and John called me to tell me that they had been filed, I went to
the Dr.  for a consultation.

   What he found caused him to send me to the clinic for additional tests.
I had two bulges on my aorta that were close to rupturing.

   While I was waiting for the results Mike called on my cell phone and
told me that Bobby and Ashley were going to the Bahamas for the next week.
She was going to tell me that she was going to visit a girlfriend in
Florida.  I told him that was fine not to bother adding any surveillance
but to continue to monitor her cell phone calls while she was gone.  Sure
enough, before we were done talking my call waiting was beeping.  When she
told me the expected story she apologized for needing to leave when our
lives were growing closer but this was unexpected.

   I told her to enjoy herself and that I totally understood.  I am sure
that she didn't know how much in fact I did understand.

   Doc.  Jones looked grave when he came back.  Your heart is literally
about ready to explode.  I am putting you into the hospital and we are
going to lower your blood pressure until you will feel very weak.  I want
to see if we can get the swelling to reduce so that we can do surgery.  You
have an infection of some kind that is showing up on your blood chemistry
and I can not operate until either we get the swelling down or the
infection gone.

   I told him that I wanted to borrow an office for 10-15 min.  so that I
could make some phone calls.  He told me that I couldn't use my cell phone
in the clinic and that he wanted me to get to the hospital now.  I refused.
If you can't give me a few minuets I will go to my car and check into the
hospital when I am ready.  I have dealt with hospitals and you can rush me
over there in an ambulance and they will spend an hour doing paperwork to
make sure that I have insurance and will get paid and then wait another
hour for a doctor to see me.

   He looked at me as if I was insane and then just shrugged.  He pointed
me to his office and told me that the ambulance would be there in 10 min. I
called John and Mike on cell conference and told them that I had issues and
was at the hospital.  I didn't want either one of them to come, they
weren't doctors, but what I wanted was for them to make sure that
everything we discussed was in place if something was to happen to me.

   I called Diane and told her that I was in the hospital with some stomach
trouble and to get my laptop and have a friend bring her so she could take
my car home.  I told her that I loved her and would look forward to seeing
her.

   The next two days were an incredible bore.  I had an hour of tests and
twelve hours of nothing.  With my laptop I was able to keep up with what
was going on and that allowed me to keep my sanity.

   I called Diane and she told me that she was at home.  I told her that I
was going to turn the camera on to use as a web cam so I could see her. 
She giggled and told me that she had forgotten that there were cameras in
all the rooms.  She asked me to turn them on and leave them on.  I did and
there she was sitting on her bed waving at me.  I zoomed in and told her
how nice she looked she told me that she was going to get ready to come see
me.  I told her that I would turn the cameras off so she could get ready.

   When she got there I asked her what her plans were for the next week or
two.  She was getting out of school the next day and had planned on working
for me all summer again.

   I explained why I was in the hospital and that they would let me go home
if I had round the clock help because my blood pressure was being kept so
low that I was likely to pass out if I was to do anything.  Would she be my
nurse?

   She was very worried and agreed that she would do that for me.  As
things sank in she adjusted better and started laughing about her nursing
career she looked at her watch and told me that she had to pick up a couple
things but she would be back in the morning to pick me up.

   I was released and we went home.  She helped me into the guest room. 
When I was settled, she told me she would be back in a moment.  About the
time I was dozing off, she came in and I had to laugh.  In keeping with her
mischievous behavior she had stopped at some adult novelty store and gotten
a fetish nurses uniform.  She had had on a nursing cap, a white mini dress
with red ribbon down the side that was so low cut that her nipples were
barely covered, stockings that ended about three inches below the dress and
six garters attached to the top of the stockings and platform shoes.

   I told her that I approved much more than the scrubs that I had seen for
the previous three days, but I was concerned about my blood pressure.  She
bustled around organizing everything and checking the list that the nurse
had given her at the hospital.

   I told her to sit down we needed to talk.  She peeled the dress off and
un-strapped the shoes leaving her only in garter belt and stockings.  She
slid into the bed beside me.  I told her that I needed her to understand
that I was not likely to live much longer and that I needed to make plans
with her regarding her life and her relationship with her mom.  We
discussed everything and then I told her to get dressed in proper clothing
because I wanted John to come to the house.

   When John arrived I reviewed our plans and he confirmed that everything
was in place except the guardianship of Diane.  A quick call to Mike made
sure that that was taken care of until Diane's birthday in two weeks.

   The day before Ashley was to get home, I quit taking my medicine and
could feel my blood pressure rising and my energy returning.  I swore Diane
to secrecy about my hospital stay and let her think that my returning
energy and strength was due to my adjusting to the medication.  I sent her
on an errand that would take her most of the day.

   When she left I prepared the DVDs, affidavits, supporting documents and
my video statements and prepared the FedEx boxes.  I knew that once they
were dropped in the slot things were in motion that I could not stop.

   When I saw that Ashley was returning from the airport I left the house.
I went to the apartment complex where Bobby Cutter lived and waited where I
could see everything.  Ashley dropped him off and they got his luggage out
of the car.  I could see a new tattoo on her arm and leg.  He must have
marked her again.  When they went into the apartment he left the door open
and bent her almost double over the end of the couch and brutally screwed
her.  I had to laugh, no wonder he needed three or four friends to help
him, his dick was about four or five inches long and skinny.

   I waited till she left and then went to the door.  When he opened it I
told him that I had a delivery for Ashley Jane Wilson and that I had tried
to deliver it several times but no one had been home.  I gave him the name
of a local sex shop and told him that they only paid for curbside delivery
so if he wanted I could set it on the curb or he could come down and get
the package.

   I opened the door and as he bent in to pick it up I hit him with a mask
with an Isoflurane canister.  It is an instant anesthetic dialed up high
enough to knock him out instantly.  I scooped him into the back of the van
and closed the doors.

   I took him to Red Rock Canyon bridge overlook.  It was a road that had
been closed off years before when the mining company closed down on the
other side of the canyon.  About 125 feet below the bridge was a county
road.  I took the video camera out of the truck and put it on the tripod so
I could see all the way down.

   Bobby was still unconscious but starting to stir.  I tied a long rope
around the guardrail.  I put on gloves and 25 feet down I tied his balls to
the rope.  At the end of the 100 foot rope I tied his head and blindfolded
him.  I dragged him over to the edge of the abutment and laid him up on the
railing.  I tied his hands to the rope with a zip tie so they were down by
his balls.

   When he came to I introduced my self.  "Hello Bobby, how do you like
screwing my wife?

   "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing?  I am a cop and you can't
touch me I'll kill you."

   "You are right; I don't want to touch you that is why I used gloves. 
Just shut up and talk only when you are spoken to."

   He started cussing me again so I pulled a stun gun out of my pocket and
zapped him on his prick.  He went rigid and started shaking.  The
unexpected seemed to un-nerve him so I gave him a light zap on his nipple
and asked if he understood what shut up meant.

   He nodded his head that he did understand but kept his mouth shut.  His
body was shaking with fear and I was enjoying every minuet of it.  This was
the bastard that stole my wife and wanted to make me a cuckold; wanted to
rape my daughter and steal my money.  Fuck him I wasn't done yet.

   I called home and got no answer so I called Ashley's cell phone.  I got
her on the phone and told her that I had met a very interesting person by
the name of Bobby Cutter whom I believe you know.  The gasp that I heard
coming over the phone was reassuring.

   I asked her, "did you know that he has sexually transmitted diseases of
all types?  You are probably breeding diseases that will kill you right
now."

   I turned the speaker phone on held the phone to Bobby's face and told
him to talk to her and tell her how sick he was and how sick his friends
were also.  I held the stun gun to his chest and he sang like a bird. 
Finally I told her that he was so sorry he felt like suicide and that I was
going to talk him out of it if I could and then hung up on her.

   I told him that I was gong to help him up and that I wanted to think
about fucking my wife and raping my daughter.  When he started yelling that
I was going to kill him I told him that I only wanted to scare him into
never doing that again and if I had wanted to kill him I would have done it
long ago.  I told him if he was ready to apologize I would let him up.

   "Fuck you man," zap zap "ok I'm sorry for fucking your wife, now let me
outa here."

   I helped him stand up on the concrete bridge wall.  He was still
blindfolded so he didn't know he wasn't standing on the sidewalk.  I faced
him toward the drop off and held onto him.

   "Listen Bobby, I want you to tell me again three or four times as loud
as you can how sorry you are for fucking my wife and giving her AIDS and
wanting to rape my daughter.  If you do that I won't zap you anymore and I
am going to let you walk away if you promise you won't do that again. 
Shout it out as if you mean it and you can walk away.  Go and sin no more.
Do you understand?"

   Bobby nodded his head and I stepped back out of camera range.  He
started shouting about how sorry he was and then started walking.  He took
two steps and the third one was over the edge of the railing.

   He screamed.  At 25 feet the rope tightened on his balls and prick and
pulled them off.  His hands broke the zip ties and started flailing in the
wind to catch himself.  At 100 feet the rope tore off his head and the head
and body both landed on the county road below.

   I was so exhausted that if he had tried to resist he probably could have
overpowered me but the stun gun had been a great equalizer.  I unplugged
the video recorders from the power inverter and placed the copies in the
FedEx boxes.  I packed everything in the van and after catching my breath
and trying to get my heart to quit pounding I drove to the mall.  I dropped
the boxes in FedEx and walked into Starbucks.  I ordered two double
espressos and dropped into a chair at the table hidden from the counter.  I
called John and told him my heart was giving out and to take care of Diane.


   I called 911 and reported a body on the road at Red Rock Canyon Bridge.
I told them it was apparently a suicide.  They wanted more information but
I hung up and called Diane.

   I told her to go to the office and meet with John.  When she asked what
was wrong, I told her that my heart was giving out and that I had left
everything to her and John would help her.  I told her that I loved her and
had done everything I could to help her in setting up her life and to make
all she could out of it.

   Then I hung up the phone, ignoring the constant incoming calls by
turning the power off.  I sipped my espresso.

   A blond and a black wanting to live the Mandingo lifestyle and neither
of the ignorant bastards were smart enough to read the book.  All they knew
was the movie and that was not true to the book.  I knew how the book
ended; these idiots thought that some movie was the answer.  Oh well, I
didn't have time to roast Bobby and feed him to Ashley if they wanted the
lifestyle.

   The doctor told me to avoid stress, excitement, and caffeine.  He was
right I could feel my heart starting to pound and then.....

   John writes the prologue.

   The police made a big announcement about the murder of a fine upstanding
police officer just in time for the evening news.  The following day the
news outlets received the videos of his banging Ashley and using drugs;
they had the repeated demands to rape Diane and prostitute her, and then
the tape of his suicide.

   The police tried to get them to pull the tapes and alleged that they
were interfering with an open investigation, but the story was too juicy.
By afternoon, they had changed from the cover-up mode to hanging Bobby the
Killer out to dry.

   Simon's involvement was never able to be proven.  Ashley died about 3
years later from complications of drug use and AIDs.

   This story is written in (dis)honor of the Canton Ohio city cop, Bobby
Cotts, that murdered his girlfriend and their unborn 9 month old baby.  He
left behind a string of children that he was too dynamic to bother
supporting and a history of wrongdoing.  


  
A Reluctant Cockold