Welcome to my new series, Three Days At The Lake House. There'll be a total of six parts to this, and hopefully will be published each day in a row until they're all released to my readers.
All characters are above the age of eighteen. I want to thank the Great Kenji Sato for his assistance in making these stories possible.
Three Days At The Lake House Part 1
Victoria is always going to be a party girl
It was an early Tuesday morning when Victoria received confirmation from the private detective. She had been paying to essentially have her husband spied on, concerning his goings and comings, and who he'd been with recently.
Along with the facts given to Victoria, there were also accompanying photos corroborating what she'd been told. And the evidence was overwhelming.
Time and again, over the last month, he'd been photographed at different locales with his younger and recently divorced secretary Robin Taylor, who wasn't hard on the eyes. But the photographs weren't the only proof they'd gathered to let her know just how far her husband had strayed from keeping his marriage vows.
But when Max had told her he was spending a few days away with his colleagues at a 'boring, lawyer-related event in Indianapolis, Indiana,' she had found out that her philandering husband had really been staying at his secretary's home, just a few miles from their house.
Even though it wasn't exactly 'legal,' the private detective agency had been able to have an ultra-sensitive microphone covertly placed on the outside of the bedroom window. And with it, they'd been able to make an audio recording of some of the activity that had taken place one evening, as well as the next morning.
And after listening to the sound file she'd downloaded via the internet, there wasn't any doubt she was listening to her husband of twenty-five years actively engaging in sexual intercourse with his secretary.
"Max...you're a stud. Yeah, give it to me! Uh-huh, fuck me! Fuck me good."
"Mmmm, yeah, you're mine now...all mine. Tell me again how your pussy belongs to me, and nobody else...tell me!"
Victoria could only shake her head at all the irrefutable evidence. Ever since they had married, she'd tried to be as accommodating to what she knew was her husband's high sex drive. Even to the point of her knowingly turning a blind eye to some of Max's dalliances with some of his clients from time to time. Because, she knew he'd always come home to her after it was all over.
But it was this particular incident that had her riled. He wasn't off running around with some floozie he'd met in court; this was his secretary, someone she had grown to somewhat trust and have a relationship with. She could remember many times when the four of them had gone out for dinner, or to some high-class event and she and Robin would get together and have fun, while Max and Robin's husband, George, would be set free to do their own 'guy-stuff' somewhere else.
No, this was personal now, and she'd had just about enough. She was tired of being tossed off to the side, being stepped on, and taken for granted, especially while listening to the recording of her husband in the sexual throes of fucking his secretary, someone she had come to consider...a friend.
"Mmmm, yeah, you're mine now...all mine. Tell me again how your pussy belongs to me, and nobody else...tell me."
Playing the sound file again in her mind, she wasn't quite sure what she was going to do, but one thing, this time, there wouldn't be any more blind eyes turned. She was going to confront Max, as well as Robin, too. The fact was, she needed a place to think, but also a place where she could relax and unwind. The only available location that came to mind was the lake house they owned near Traverse City, in the northern part of Michigan's lower peninsula.
Gathering her courage she texted her husband...
Victoria
: 'Hey, are you free to talk, or are you in a meeting right now?'
About a minute or so later, she received a return text from her husband.
Max
: 'Yeah, kind of wrapped up at the moment. What's up?'
V
: 'Just need to talk to you. When are you going to be free?'
M
: 'Give me a few minutes and I'll call you.'
V
: 'Ok'
About ten minutes later, Victoria's phone rang and it was Max calling. "Hey, how's the boring meeting going there?'
"Aww, it isn't too bad. We're on a fifteen-minute break and I need to hit the toilet before it starts back up. But what's going on anyway?"
"Well, I've just heard some bad news about an old friend of mine. It seems she found out her husband's been messing around on her, and she called me for some moral support. So to try and help, I told her I'd take her up to the lake house for a few days."
"Ooh, sorry to hear that. Who's the friend, anybody I know?"
"You met her long ago, but I doubt you'd remember who she is now. She was one of the gals I used to hang out with at U of M back in the old days of getting high and as drunk as we wanted. You know, back when you and I first met and you told me how much you loved it because I was such a party girl and wouldn't ever say no whenever you wanted to fuck. You
do
remember those days, don't you, Max?"
"Uhh sure, Vic. They were some fun times, weren't they? But uh, hey, I've got to get moving if I'm going to hit the can before this thing here starts back up."
