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This is only a fantasy. I have not stuck with the facts of how much abuse the body can take or what true damage it can cause; what laws are broken with public nudity or even the consequence, or any other law of physics that might pertain to this story. This is after all, only a fantasy.
From Cheating Husband to Little Man
DISCOVERY. Linda was not looking forward to another weekend with her husband. He was no longer the man she had married. He had let his body go. He now had a paunch from the beer he consumed. He had no ambitions on the job; she had surpassed him in her career a few years back, and his check was really nothing compared to hers. Small enough she did not even use it for their expenses, but allowed him to use it as he wished. He had no ambitions as to his responsibilities, to his home, to her. He returned home each day from work to pile up in the den and watch his sports channels with beer in hand while she would come home from a hard days work and cook their meals. Moreover, she knew he was cheating though she had yet to be able to prove it. Her long hours at work gave him plenty of opportunity.
However, Linda loved Danny and was sure there was a way to save their marriage. If only she could figure it out. When they were first married, he was a loving and considerate husband. He took care of himself, and helped with their home and he was a considerate and vibrant lover. Now he was a lazy, useless part of the furniture, and was only interested in his own pleasures. Nevertheless, she still believed there was a way. She only needed to find it.
She pulled into the driveway. Though it was Saturday, they both usually put in a full day. Again, he found that he again had arrived before her. She was early today too. He must not have worked a full day. Pulling up behind his car, she saw his fishing tackle thrown in the open back. He had not gone to work at all, but had gone fishing. Moreover, he had not even bothered to take out all the tackle, leaving the rear end of the SUV, she gave him for his birthday, open where anyone could walk by and remove his expensive tackle.
Frustrated, Linda slammed the door shut to the rear of the SUV and turned to stomp to the house. Her concern turning to anger, she was going to give him a yelling match he would not soon forget. Knowing it would do no good, she only became angrier.
Entering the house, she found his rods and his favorite cane pole lying in the entry way, thrown down and forgotten. Loosing control of her anger, she picked up his favorite cane pole and broke it over her knee. Holding the elongated end, she walked through the living room, into the dining room to the kitchen to find his catch just thrown into the sink. Her anger rising, she knew she would be expected to clean them and prepare them for dinner.
Without thought, Linda began to tap the broken end of the cane pole against her leg as she worked her way up the stairs, looking for the subject of her anger. As she ascended the stairs, she could her a woman's voice begging for her husband to fuck her harder. "Ram it Danny. Yes. Yes. Give it to me!"
Linda stopped in front of her bedroom door listening. This was no love making, but pure rutting. The tapping cane was beginning to raise red welts on her calf as her anger fueled the tapping on her leg. She slowly reached for the door knob, turning it slowly; then in an instant flash of pure rage, she shoved the door open causing it to bounce off the bedroom wall with a loud crash thundering through the room.
They were so wound up in their own needs, that the only indication that something had happened was that the red head turned her head towards the door as she held her sweating, naked body on all fours in the middle of the bed as Linda's husband kept pumping her with every ounce of strength he had.
Linda was barely aware of the blood red color the encircled her vision that pin pointed the two still fucking away on her own bed. She plowed forward toward the bed. She was only vaguely aware as she brought the broken cane pole down across her husband's naked and sweating shoulders.
She hesitated as she realized he had barely registered the pain that must have blazed across his shoulder blades. However, her hesitation only lasted a second as the naked red head screamed and leaped from the bed. As the young woman jumped from the bed, she made a mad dash for the door, her large breasts bouncing as she ran, Linda's pure rage ignited once more, and she brought the cane pole down across her husband's shoulder's again feeling the satisfaction as he yelled and curled away from the abusive object.
She continued to rain blows down on his naked flesh as he curled up his body and screamed and begged her to stop. Linda beat him across his arms as he protected his head, across his thighs as he curled them around his genitals to protect them and across his back as he tried to work his way off the bed away from the constant pain of the cane striking his naked body.
