I hold up the cards.
Quickly, the card is removed. I gather the rest together and head into the kitchen to cook some dinner.
I hear the bedroom door close.
I love to cook dinner. Nothing is more relaxing than cooking dinner. The smells of the kitchen are intoxicating. I love to chop garlic, sauté onions, season steaks, basically rattle the pans and then enjoy the tastes produced by my own hands.
I hear the bedroom door open. I continue prepping ingredients in anticipation. Will she be naked? Will she have her arms tied up behind her back?
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" I hear her scream.
Oh, shit.
I turn around to find a bunch of papers flying at my face.
"How could you????!!" she screams again.
The back of her left hand catches me squarely in on my right cheek.
"What?" I kinda say.
"I found these emails from your bitch!!" she is still yelling.
Then, I see the palm of her right hand coming in fast. This might hurt.
Well, that was an understatement. The hit doesn't stun me, but it produces a yellow light of sorts. I lower my head to gather my balance. Just then, I see her right foot rising.
That hurt!
Her foot makes full contact with my balls. What was once a yellow light is now blinding pain.
I crumple to the floor. My mind enters survival mode. What do I do? How do I get up?
Knowingly, she answers "Get out!".
"What?" I mutter.
"Get your stuff, and get the hell out!" she says. "I should've known. I am so stupid."
I climb onto my hands and knees.
Then, a kick to my side. I hear sobbing. And now, a kick to my head. And another, and another.
Enough, I say to myself.
I catch a foot in my right hand. I pull on it as hard as I can. I hear a scream from her as she hits floor.
Not letting go of her foot, I stagger up onto my feet.
She starts to struggle and loosens my grip on her foot. I better think of something fast as she stands.
So, I slap her. Hard.
Wow, that felt good.
I do it again. She gasps at the force.
Just as quickly, I slap her again with the backside of my other hand. That feels even better.
She staggers back against the counter by the dishwasher.
As I move in on her, she raises her hand. I grab both of her hands with my left hand and force them against her tits.
Now she is exposed, and I see the knife on the counter. I grab it. I feel my cock enlarging. I use the knife to cut open her shirt, leaving it hanging onto her shoulders.
O, damn.
She begins to whimper.
I let loose. Five more hits, each stronger, to her tits. She leans back, as if asking for more.
I see my opening, and I unleash a barrage of hit and slaps on her face.