Cheating is Hard

The conclusion. Writing this story took a while, and the editing and contributions of my Anonymous editor were invaluable and deeply appreciated. It is an honor to have such a talent willing to assist me.

Enjoy the conclusion to Gail and Kamsey, Gordon and Kurt's life in "Cheating Is Hard."

5 Years Later

Gordon arrived late to dinner at Bluebird. The identities of Bluebird and Chelsea are now synonymous, and its hard to imagine one without the other. It's one of Chelsea's most iconic restaurants, housed in an art deco style, and waiting for him was his sister Lucy and his close friend and now brother-in-law, Kurt.

"Finally Gordon! Lucy growled at Gordon as he took his seat across from the couple. "Didja' have trouble getting away from your latest conquest?"

Laughing and signaling the waiter Gordon leaned over and kissed his sister. "Lucy, you know I'm not the settling type anymore! But I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Kurt, how are you doing my friend? Keeping my sister warm?"

"You know it Gordon. But it's nice to get out of the house and away from the kids for a change. And I'm so glad to hang out with you as well for a change. Hasn't it been a while?"

"I know Kurt. I miss hanging out with you, but you know, the traveling, the money, the opportunity, the women. It keeps me busy, but I admit I should be around you and my family more. Sooner or later my ambition will lose its edge and I'll probably be around more."

"Is it ambition, Gordon, or are you still running from... " Kurt paused, not wanting to say the name, knowing Gordon knew what he was getting at.

"Damn Kurt, I haven't even had my drink yet and you bring that up?" For a moment Gordon looked serious, perhaps hurt or irritated, then his face changed to a bright mischievous smile when he saw he had caught Kurt off-guard.

"Awe Gordon, you got me again. Damn, I'm losing my edge." Kurt turned to Lucy, "Hey babe, has your brother always been so convincing with his facial expressions?"

Lucy sipped her cocktail and said, "Yeah, that's why he's a salesman and a negotiator."

"Righto my sister! But in the big money world we don't say "salesman." We say, "Portfolio Manager," or "Industry Analyst."

Lucy smirked back, "and I call bullshit on you brother! It's all selling money. You're a salesman."

They had a pleasant dinner when Gordon announced he was making a trip to the States again. Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Gord, are you still hunting for some closure? Every time you go over the pond you seem to come back a little distressed, like you still haven't reconciled with what - fuck, I'm going to say it - with what Gail did to you."

The mood at the table became serious. Lucy put her hand on her husband's hand and squeezed, ironically meaning for her husband to lighten up.

Gordon and Kurt had made the most of their escape from their cheating wives. They both excelled at the hedge fund, earned incredible amounts of money, settled into a routine, even Kurt went to therapy to work out the trauma and shock he suffered at the hands of Kamsey and Gail.

"Yeah," Gordon muttered somberly, you know I'm still affected by it all. You've come out of it ok for sure."

His sister reached across the table and held her brother's hand, while Kurt leaned forward and explained, "Gordon, things happened so fast that day that it took me a while to catch up. One moment I'm happily married to the love of my life, everything going so well, and the next moment you're calling me about all the texts and pictures on a burner phone. At that moment my life burned up.

"The amount of grief I felt when my marriage ended took my completely by surprise and I wasn't prepared at all for the grieving process that is such a massive part of healing after being cheated on and divorced.

"Add to that, a sudden job change, in a foreign country, all by myself. Not only was I grieving the loss of my relationship with Kamsey but the loss of the future I thought we had. It took me time to find those pieces of me that I thought was lost forever.

"You, on the other hand, went crazy as a horn dog going after every woman you could. I think you were trying to either run from what you had, or trying to find a quick substitute. You didn't give the grieving process time. Me? You know how after a few nights out dancing and drinking I pulled back. Yeah, it hurt your feelings that we weren't going out together, but Gordon? I couldn't handle it."

Kurt nodded in agreement. "I know Kurt, I wasn't really mad at you. It just made me feel that much more alone. So what did I do? Find companionship as much as I could."

"Yeah, it was obvious to me," emphasized Kurt.

"And to me," noted Lucy. "And Mom and Dad too. We were so worried."

"Gord, even if you found someone again but hadn't processed any of this, it wouldn't work because it wouldn't be Gail again. You carry too many scars from what she did to you."

"You've told me this a million times Kurt. I see how you went through those stages with the therapist, and you found those pieces that were missing, how you found yourself again, and how it helped you find the hand of my sister and once again settle down to a happy life."

Looking at the forlorn man, Lucy and Kurt eyed each other with sadness. Kurt had come out of it ok, but Gordon? While he had not lost a dime in the divorce and certainly burned Gail about as bad as possible, it was the emotional loss, the betrayal, the lies that ate at his ego, his identity, his self-worth. He didn't feel she suffered enough, that she could likely just go on with her paramours like nothing happened, as if their relationship during those married years was simply trivial.

Gordon felt he and Gail had an outstanding marriage he was proud of, with excellent sex and communication, doing many things together. He never recognized any symptoms of cheating; it was the furthest thing from his mind. Even when the extent of their planning and deceit was revealed it didn't convince him that he hadn't missed the signs. It was an open wound.

"Well my friend," Kurt sighed, "I hope on this trip you find closure."

Looking over the rim of his Glencairn whiskey glass he eyed Kurt, "You might be surprised how close I am."

* * * *

Around 1 pm Central Time found Gordon strolling through the expansive lobby of the Hyatt Regency, Gordon opening a Facetime session with Kurt, about 7 pm London time.

"Kurt, you're in for a surprise my friend. You might want to go into your study and away from the kids," he admonished as he stepped into the elevator.

Walking down the hallway he found the room number and knocked. A moment later he heard the lock release and the door opened to reveal a beautiful brunette in five-inch heels, fishnet stockings held up by a multi-strand garter belt, and a matching elegant fishnet thong and bra set.

She had a demure smile as she opened the door to see her handsome, well-dressed client in the doorway, her attention drawn to the phone he was holding up when she suddenly realized it was - Gordon!

"Surprise!" shouted Gordon as he started laughing uproariously, leaning against the door jamb while trying to steady the phone for Kurt's view.

From his viewpoint of the small screen on his phone, Kurt was shocked as well as the woman on the screen: His ex-wife Kamsey.

"Um, oh my god, what, oh no, fuck! Gordon! What are you doing here?" Kamsey blurted out.

With a smug look he walked right past Kamsey holding the door and as he passed her he slapped her ass. "Ouch! What the fuck Gordon! What are you doing here?" she again asked, her face still in shock at the man now flopped onto the bed.

Memories from five years ago crashed into her consciousness, swarming behind her eyes, activating the trauma of when she was caught, losing her husband, the shame and humiliation, the desperate situation she and Gail were put into, the awful sex in those first few days of just trying to survive.

"I'm your 1pm client Kamsey. So get your ass over here and get to work you whore." Gordon was no longer laughing.

Kamsey struggled to get her emotions under control, Gordon's seriousness was a sight she was only too familiar with over the past few years of escorting. Some men looked down on escorts as if they were cheap streetwalkers, to be abused and degraded. Sure, she could do that for extra fees but her fees were in the thousand-dollar range now as experienced and in demand as she was.

But Gordon? How did her find her? What were his intentions?

"Hey Kurt, she's still looking really good! She's taken really good care of that body."

"Yeah, I see. Well listen Gordon, you have a good time now. I'm signing off, I've got a good thing here at home and don't need to bring up any bad memories." Kurt had moved well beyond his past issues with his ex-wife.

"I know buddy, I know. But I'm telling you, I might expunge my bad memories the rest of the afternoon through tomorrow morning." He ended the Facetime, inwardly jealous of how easily Kurt was able to ignore the woman he left five years ago.

* * * *

"Kamsey, you slut. I paid your agency a lot of money for my time with you and I intend to get the value of every dollar I'm spending. So, get your ass over here and get to work, and don't say a word about anything unless I ask you. Understand? If you do, I'll pay double to, well, make you pay for bringing shit up. Understand bitch?"

Kamsey's heart was thumping. Over the Facetime call she heard her ex-husband's voice for the first time in five years and it affected her emotions. She was in a private room with Gordon, her ex-best friend's husband who burned Gail badly, and who looked at her with what appeared to be evil intent. All she could hope for is to do what he said and get it over with.

It occurred to her just then, and she said in a soft, sheepish voice, "I guess I deserve whatever you have planned, don't I? We never got to apologize to you and Kurt. We were devastated by what we did, Gordon. Please know that. We both loved you men dearly." She started to cry.

Those words did not make a dent in Gordon's hardened soul, in fact, it made him even more determined to assuage his anger. He quickly got up and grabbed Kamsey's arm as she yelped and pushed her against the wall. "Strip! NOW!" he yelled to her, right in her face. He figured an interrogation would be more effective if she was naked, plus, he always knew her to have a great body and now he had the opportunity to enjoy it.

Trembling, Kamsey slowly pulled down the straps to her bra, and undid the front clasp while moving an arm across her breasts as she tossed the bra onto a chair.

"C'mon Kam, you let hundreds of guys see you naked and have been escorting the last five years and now you're sheepish? Embarrassed, are we?" he smirked.

She slowly lowered her arm and hunched her shoulders, as if to try and hide her nakedness.

"Come on, get going with it. All of it. Quit delaying or I'll come over and rip it off in seconds."

The tone of his voice was alarming, so Kamsey quickly undid the garter, rolled down her stockings and stepped out of her heels. Then hesitatingly looking at Gordon, she slid her thumbs under her thong and began to pull it down to her bare feet and stepped out of them.

Standing naked before Gordon, she could not look him in the face. Her head was turned sideways and down, her chest flushed from embarrassment and humiliation.

"Get on the bed and sit back against the headboard." She quickly complied.

"I bought you Kamsey, and I'm going to use this time to get from you what I've wanted to know for the last five years. And you should understand that I'm not the same likeable guy you used to know. I'm a fucking mess because of you and Gail and might even be dangerous based on how you treat me tonight."

Kamsey sat wide-eyed, wondering what was going to happen.

"So now Kamsey, time to tell me where Gail is and what she's doing. I haven't been able to find her all this time."

"Why Gordon? Why are you looking for her? After all, you just left us and disappeared! Are you planning on fucking her up for some revenge? Haven't you done enough to her, leaving her without a word and with nothing? Am I some sort of substitute since you can't find her? Are going to abuse me because you can't find her?"

"You're a smart one, you are, Kam. Yeah, that's why and also on behalf of your ex-husband who you fucked over. He's too nice a guy and too past you, having moved on with his life, so I thought I'd do him a solid. So, talk. Where is she?"

She took a deep breath, a sorrowful one both because of what Gordon just said about Kurt, and because of what happened to Gail. "You're not going to like what I have to tell you Gordon."

"Just spit it out. You owe it to me."

"How about if I go back to the beginning of when you guys left us hung out to dry. That's really the start of her downfall. Unless you want me to skip right to the end."

* * * *

"It took us a few days to discover you both had fled the country and basically left us with nothing. You really did a number on Gail, no place to live, no car, no money, no possessions. You didn't even give her a chance to apologize or make it up to you. It was horrible. She ended up blowing the repo man to let her keep her car for a few hours and help move her things to my home.

"I ended up fucking him as well so he wouldn't take her car and her possessions. As utterly gross as it was, we realized it was our only way to get a little help in our time of need. And that's when we realized that sex was our only skill, the only way to make money."

Even with the few words she had just spoken, Gordon's inner need for closure started to fill with this new information. "Yeah, I told Kurt and our attorney it was going to be a nuclear wasteland for her. You understand that while you two were so used to getting your sexual needs filled by other men, that this was all fresh to Kurt and me? Your deception was legendary. We were stunned, shocked and pissed angry!"

She hung her head and whispered, "Yeah Kurt was deeply hurt, that was pretty obvious." She remembered her husband's glare at the top of the stairs when he received Gordon's phone call, the look of disgust as he turned to her just before stepping out of the door, the last time she saw him ever.

She paused for a moment and took a breath. "So, with the little money I got from selling the home and from what Kurt left me, I helped Gail setup what she wanted, an OnlyFans account. I didn't want to be so public with my, um, well to be honest I didn't want my naked body splayed across the internet, but you know Gail. She was always a little carefree and reckless."

Gordon went to the minibar and mixed a drink and nodded. "Those were some of her qualities that endeared her to me."

Kamsey turned her head to look at Gordon who seemed to be a little melancholy. She wondered if he actually really missed Gail instead of just wanting revenge. She asked Gordon if he'd mix her a drink and then continued her story.

"I decided to try escorting, thinking it wasn't anything more than dressing up for the dates with affair partners that I'd been doing behind Kurt's back for over a year. But it's really a lot different. I can easily pick up guys in a club when I'm free use. But to charge for sex? That's a lot different.

"So, between helping Gail advertise herself on various sites like Chaturbate and Reddit and Instagram and others, I looked for where I could advertise myself as an escort. I quickly learned a bunch of acronyms like GFE, PSE, DFF, hardwood floors...."

Gordon interrupted her as he mixed the drinks. "I know GFE is girlfriend experience and PSE is porn star experience. I've had both of those. But I've never heard DFF or hardwood floors."

Kamsey was able to give a slight smile. She wasn't too embarrassed to talk about her profession anymore, after all, five years of fucking for money pretty much eliminates any pride or embarrassment. "DFF is 'dead fish fuck' and hardwood floors is a clean-shaven pussy."

She heard a slight snort from Gordon.

"Anyways, the first few "dates" were ok, but I made mistakes and quickly adjusted. I had some bad experiences" she said as her voice trailed off as memories sprung up. "That's when I decided I didn't want to be an independent escort. Very risky. Plus, I didn't want to fall into the trap Gail did with taxes."

"Taxes? What do you mean? I thought you would have been paid in cash."

"No, Gail got in a lot of trouble Gordon. Look, she was a beautiful, gorgeous, desirable woman. It only took a few weeks for her fan base to begin to grow and spread. Within six months she was making over ten grand a month or more. In the first year she cleared $200,000!"

Turning around with a surprised expression, Gordon exclaimed, "FUCK! $200,000???"

"Yeah, it's a lot of money but a lot of work. It starts with bikinis and lingerie and semi-nude modeling where she got to receive a lot of validation from comments and tips. And Gordon, one of the reasons we went behind your backs wasn't because we were dissatisfied with our husbands - not at all! We loved sex with our husbands. But all these other men were a source of validation and risk and excitement and naughtiness. It was addictive and we enjoyed it.

"We never thought we were taking anything from you guys, we actually thought we were giving you more than any other wife would or could. I mean, didn't you enjoy sex and attention from Gail?"

Shaking his head solemnly while standing at the foot of the bed looking at the naked Kamsey reclining against the headboard, in all her naked glory, he replied, "Yes, absolutely. Kurt and I thought we were the luckiest guys on the planet. We'd hear other men complaining about their wives, and we'd just sit and listen and know how good we had it."

"Exactly, see? That's what I'm saying. But the problem Gail's always had is staying within limits. You know how we met regularly and planned how to keep everything secret, not mess up? It took a lot of work, after all, cheating is hard. And that's when Gail screwed up and went out on a Saturday when she should have been with you, and then didn't wash her car, which was like blazing warning lights to you. Right?"

"Yeah, that when I knew something was up." replied Gordon.

Inwardly Kamsey groaned, finally receiving confirmation of how the guys found out. But by now she had forgiven her friend, wherever she was, especially knowing what happened to her.

"The problem with OnlyFans models, Gordon, is that to retain your audience among all the competitors on the site and competing sites, you constantly have to make content. It's not really a part-time job. And then if you're good and the money begins pouring in you think it will always be that way so you play loose and fast with your cash. And that creates two huge problems."

"Problems making $200,000? I doubt it." Gordon smirked.

"OnlyFans gives you a 1099, Gordon, you have to declare that income and pay taxes on it, including self-employment taxes. That's about $70,000 that Gail owed and she didn't have the cash!

"So while Gail thought she was in control of her body and money, it was an illusion. She never thought long-term. That was my job. So she never thought that her pictures would eventually spread far and wide and be public. She never thought competing sites like Fanvue, or the thousands of new OF models every month would take away her fan subscriptions.

"But that happens in the business. So how do these models keep their fans? They have to keep giving them more. So what starts as a bikini photo eventually graduates to fully nude, then to videos of increasing explicitness, and eventually to really kinky shit because anything close to "normal" sexual acts isn't enough to get the fans off.

"To keep relevant, to keep her earnings which were under pressure now because she had a huge tax bill, she had to go farther and push her boundaries to salvage her fans and account."