ICE ICE Baby

I looked at my wife of ten years as she sat up in bed, next to her "Latin hunk" as she called him. He smirked and said something in Spanish I'm sure was denigrating to my manhood.

I shrugged and said, "Well, babe. I can't believe you did it. I told you I'd rain hell down on you for it, but you did it anyway."

She grinned and said, "I told you it would be a one-time thing. I've done it, it's over, and Miguel will never see me again. He's a one and done guy."

She was right about that. Miguel Espinoza, currently visiting the United States from his home country of Venezuela, quickly made his way through the wives of Brentwood Country Club--never being with any of them more than once. It was his only rule, I'd heard, but part of a larger game.

"Right. One and done," I agreed. "Mister Espinoza, do you speak English?"

He rolled his eyes and reached over to squeeze my wife's breast.

"Will," she whined, "unless you plan on cleaning me up with your ever running mouth, you're gonna want to leave the room. I've decided I'm not finished with Miguel yet."

He squeezed her breast again, and all I could do was shake my head.

"Okay, boys," I called out and stepped to the side.

Suddenly, half a dozen men wearing masks, bullet-proof vests and carrying assault weapons burst into the room.

Miguel was man-handled out of my former bed and thrown around like a rag doll.

I took a quick glance at his flopping manhood and laughed.

"Jesus, Kelly, he doesn't even have a bigger dick than I do. What a stupid bitch."

While I was better endowed, he was in way better shape. The guy's chiseled muscles had chiseled muscles. His long curly hair gave him an Antonio Banderes look from that movie with Sylvester Stallone, and hell even I agreed he was a 'hunk.'

Kelly was too busy obstructing justice to hear what I said. Her tits were flopping comically as she started slapping at the ICE agents trying to arrest good old Miguel.

The federales didn't like that and before she knew it, she had her hands zip-tied behind her back with her face being pushed into the floor.

"Fuck! I got his cum on my hand," one of the agents shouted.

That earned Miguel a well-deserved kick in the balls as they wrestled him onto the ground. Some of the others teased the poor agent and told him to lick it off. He wiped it onto Miguel's cheek instead.

"Fucking disgusting whore," he spat out as he glared at my wife.

A man I knew as the leader of the group walked in and said, "Okay, boys. Enough fun for one night. Get him out of here."

He shook my hand and said, "Thanks for the tip, Will. We picked up the other six of his amigos exactly where you said they'd be."

I nodded and thought about all the lives turned upside down by this group of assholes. The seven of them worked for the Country Club, and they all fucked married wives and daughters. If my wife wasn't so intent on rubbing my nose in it, we may never have found out.

She didn't lie. It was only once with Miguel. The problem was, they rotated, and Miguel was her third of the group. She apparently got a case of the stupids and wanted me to know.

As it was the night of our monthly board meeting (poker night), and my idiot wife told me what she was planning, I knew where the other assholes would be. It was simple to call my friend at ICE, give him the tip off, and let the other husbands know the plan.

My wife getting arrested for assault on a federal agent and obstruction was just icing on the cake.

We fired the head of groundskeeping for hiring undocumented workers. We also didnt bother telling him that his wife was the seventh of the group.

There was a bit of a shake up at the club, but seven wealthy men suddenly becoming single created even more of a stir. Who would've believed Board Chairman, Frank Martin's, seventy-year-old carcass would be a hot commodity at the next mixer?

Lord knows he loved the attention and renewed his Viagra prescription.

As for myself, I'm playing with Frank's castoffs for the time being. I'll remarry someday--but I'm in no hurry.