He had worked the last 5 years more overtime than any human should have been expected to work. Medical school and residency had been tough enough, but building a practice in a rural county in East Tennessee was time consuming and costly. In addition to being intelligent and skilled, Alex Jefferson was a handsome man. He was handsome enough to have attracted a much younger nurse, whom he married at the end of his residency. Angie was every schoolboy's dream. She had flowing blond hair, perky breasts and a cheerful personality which made everybody at ease and insured a fun time in any situation.
Alex had finally hired a nurse practitioner and she was worth more than her weight in gold as she not only took some of the load off his shoulders, but insured an additional income stream. It was Joyce's addition to his practice which allowed Alex to sneak home with two dozen red roses and tickets to the Eagle's concert. He had kept the news of his new nurse practitioner from his wife. Angie had never been very interested in the practice. She had helped in the office for the first year, but once things were starting to take off, she retreated to a life of public service and shopping trips to Ashville and Knoxville.
Alex approached his home and could not notice the 1999 ford in the driveway. It was not strange to find a strange car in the driveway, but they were always late model expensive SUV's or sport cars. He opened the door to find the house quite. There was nobody in the kitchen, living room or the family room. As he approached the bedroom he heard his wife's voice. She was not talking, she was moaning. Sounds he clearly recalled from the early years of their marriage, when he had had the time and the energy to "fuck her three ways; fast, hard and repeatedly!"
"Oh God! Ohhh good! Oh gawd!" she called out "Oh, yes, fuck me, ba-a-beee, fuck me harder, yes that's it."
The flowers dropped from his hands as Alex peeked through the partially opened door to see the profile of a 20-something man plastered between his wife's legs, which she had pulled back and was holding in her hands.
"Yeah, baby, you like to be fucked hard, don't you? You like my thick cock in your pussy? Say it, say you like my thick cock!" The stranger's course talk surprised Alex.
"I like your cock in my pussy, oh, yes... I cumming" Angie threw her head back and gasped.
Alex could not contain himself. It took less than a minute for Alex to thrust the door open and reach into the drawer of his bedside table and retrieve the colt revolver he kept for "protection."
"You son of a bitch, you mother-fucking, son of a bitch." Alex said as the stranger jumped back off the bed.
Alex took aim and without saying another word, fired two well placed shots into the chest of the intruding stranger. The naked man fell to his knees and then collapsed forward on his chest as he let out a gasp and breathed his last. Alex turned to Angie, her face betrayed shock and terror. She pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts and looked at Alex wondering if he would shoot her.
"I chose to believe that this man broke into here and forced you to have sex with him. I chose to believe that you were cooperating with him to avoid his wrath and those sounds I heard were your efforts to establish that you would be trusted and he could leave you without causing any harm. That is what I chose to believe. Am I wrong?" Alex held the firearm to his side as his eyes connected with hers.
