This is stroke story of how a husband took control of his family after being hosed in a divorce.
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The phone was ringing... Shit, who would be phoning me at seven on a Saturday morning? I cocked one eye open and peeked at the caller ID. It was my home number, or what used to be my home number.
"Dad?"
"Yeah, Jason, waddaya want?"
"Dad, mom needs your help."
"Allison again?"
"Yes, she's in jail."
"What's your drunken sister done this time? ... dancing nude in the public fountain again?"
"Dunno..."
"Why don't YOU help her?"
"Dad, you know I can't... they're asking for an adult to come and get her."
"Well then, get your slut mother to bail her out, I gotta go to work," I hung up. Of course, I knew it wouldn't end there. The phone rang again.
"Dad... mom said she'd make it up to you."
What the fuck was that about? Was she going to offer me sex? What a joke, there was no way I was going near the bitch.
"Tell her to half the alimony payment so I don't have to work on weekends."
"I don't think she can... We're barely scraping by now."
"We? ... For chrissakes, none of you are working and you're living in my house expense free... A druggie son, a drunken daughter, and their fornicating mother. Go tell your mother to peddle her ass on the street. Or maybe she can suck Phil's cock again. Surely, he'd do her a favor for a decent blow job."
"She hasn't seen Phil since that... since you caught her eight months ago... Please, dad, you're the only one we can turn to," he was near tears.
"Awright, awright... quit blubbering, I'll go get her right now... and you and your mother better be there when I bring Allison home. We're going to have a little family talk."
Driving to the local precinct, my thoughts were on our seventeen year old twins, Jason and Allison. There was a time when I was very proud of them. Both were on the honor roll in their final year of high school, headed for college scholarships. Not now... When we divorced, Bev lost control. Both quit school and ran wild.
Allison was released into my custody after my wallet was lightened by a fine for her being drunk and disorderly. As I drove, she was blubbering her 'I'm sorries'.
How could I not feel compassion for my beautiful daughter, it wasn't her fault that fate had dealt her that hand. She looked so much like Bev when we married almost 20 years ago. Would she turn out to be like her mother, a faithless bitch? My pain and resentment returned... My mind went back to that horrific afternoon eight months ago...
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I was to depart directly from work to the airport but had forgotten an important document at the house.
When I took off my shoes in the foyer. I could hear moaning and slurping coming from our bedroom. Phil, the neighborhood playboy, was laying on his back with Bev between his legs, sucking on his cock, her naked ass high in the air, pointing directly at me.
They'd obviously been at it for some time. Her gash was red and swollen, leaking his cum down the inside of her thighs. That scene burned into my brain within a second and just as swiftly, I executed my retribution. With my stocking foot, I kicked her ass as hard as I could, trying to drive her unfaithful cunt into her asshole. Her butt flew up in the air and her mouth drove down into his crotch. If she wasn't deep throating him before, she certainly was now.
I stood there for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Bev turned to me, bewildered, blood running out of her nose and mouth, as if to say 'here I was, sucking this beautiful cock, and the next instant, I was full of pain'.
Phil was in shock, looking down at his bleeding cock, huge bite marks half way down his member. I picked up the needed folder and returned to the foyer. I could hear Bev rasping.
"Oh, shit, shit... SHIIIIEEETTTTTT..."
On my way to the airport, my mind played that scene over and over again. I would never have suspected her of infidelity. We had a wonderful life together and great sex too. Why would she throw that all away to be with that asshole?
When I returned two days later, I initiated divorce proceedings and four months later, our divorce was complete. She got the house, the family car, good alimony and custody of our twins. It was the end of all the good things I'd known in my life and the beginning of my lifetime of servitude.
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Finally, we reached the house. I herded Allison into the living room where the others were waiting. On the way, I found a beer and a frosted mug in the fridge. I swilled half of it down, burped, and began my dissertation.
"I want you all to shut up and listen to what I have to say. I'm very tired of working seven days a week holding down two jobs, trying to keep up two households and support payments. So I'm going to give you one of two choices...
"One, you can continue as you are and I will leave town and find a job elsewhere... Yes, I know what you're going to say, that I'll still need to make the payments... That's true, except you'll have to find me first. And when you do, I'll quit that job and move somewhere else. You'll spend all your money trying to find me...
"Your second choice will be just as unpleasant... I will move into the basement suite and this family WILL shape up. You will all get jobs because I intend to have my evenings and weekends free."
I turned to the twins. "You will restart your final year of school in September. You will maintain a high GPA so you can get scholarships to the local college. It's May now so you can start saving your money."
I turned my attention to Jason, "Listen, skinhead, you will let your hair grow out and get rid of the ring in your ear..."
Facing Allison, I again set down demands. "You will get rid of the orange and purple spiked hairdo and lose the brass stud in your tongue, and get rid of the nose ring... People don't hire freaks."
Bev flinched when I finally squared off with her. "You, my unfaithful bitch, will get a full time job too..."
"But I've never had a job..." she whined.
"You will now. I don't care if you have to scrub floors and clean latrines...
"I will do the grocery shopping on Sundays. The rest of you will make up a duty roster for all the household chores, inside and outside. That includes housecleaning, dishes, laundry, ironing, and whatever else needs to be done. Since I will be bringing home the bulk of the money, you will also clean my basement living area and do my laundry too...
"There will be no drugs or alcohol or junk food in this house. You will not have friends over unless I give explicit permission... You probably won't be any time anyway. If I decide to have some buds over for a poker game or a young lady to warm my bed, that's my business, not yours. You will do as I say, not as I do."
I downed the rest of my beer, satisfied I had covered the main points. It pissed me off that they could afford beer and I couldn't.
"If you decide you want me to stay, your decision must be unanimous, otherwise I will revert to my first option and leave. Tonight I'll be back for a home cooked dinner at seven to hear your decision."
I left, confident they would accept the second option. After all, the twins would be 18 by the end of the year and the child support payments would stop anyway.
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That evening I was greeted at the dinner table by our freshly scrubbed twins, no facial jewelry or war paint. The meal was wonderful and I complimented Bev. She blushed.
"OK, I'll start to clean up the basement tonight. The rest of you will start scrubbing this pigsty. Tomorrow, Jason an I will use my van to move my belongings into the basement. Any questions?"
"Will you have breakfast with us in the morning?" stammered Bev.
"Seven sharp. I notice the larder is devoid of any real food, so I'll pick up some supplies tonight."
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And so it went. The only large item to be moved was my new double bed, everything else was second hand or castoffs. I only took a few sticks of furniture, my clothes, and an old television set.
On Monday, I took the day off and began ferrying them around to submit job applications, anyplace close enough that could be reached by bus in reasonable time. By the end of the week they all had jobs, not what they wanted, but it was a start. They could continue to look and find better positions.
By June, things settled into a routine. I was proud of the twins' work ethic, it would serve them well later. After dinner each evening, Bev and I would remain in the kitchen as long as we discussed some neutral subject. As soon as she tried to talk about 'us', I would leave for my downstairs abode.
One night after the twins left the table to do their chores, Bev dispensed with the preliminary chitchat, "Frank, I need to explain my behaviour that afternoon."
"What afternoon was that? The time you bit that asshole's cock or the afternoon you found a new lover?"
"There's been no other man, Frank... what will it take to get you to listen to me?" she pleaded.
Well, she asked for it. This talk was going to be on my terms.
"Tell you what, Bev. When you're done loading the dishwasher, come down to my bedroom and suck my cock. After you swallow my cum, you can have fifteen minutes."
She stared at me, ubelieving that I could be so crass. She bowed her head and looked down at her hands folded in her lap, "I guess that would be OK," she said passively.
Well, that certainly wasn't expected. The old Bev would have torn a strip off me and made my life hell for a month.
While undressing, I felt strangely aroused, thinking of the many times we spent locked in a 69... But there would be none of that tonight, no way would I lick that unfaithful cunt.
I was laying naked on my back when she came in. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her skirt, followed by the bra and her panties. It seemed her breasts rode higher on her torso. Her love handles and paunch had disappeared... She'd obviously been dieting and working out.
She crawled up between my legs and pulled my semihard into her mouth, probing my face with her eyes, looking for some compassion, I supposed. It wasn't intentional but for some reason, my cock was slow to respond. She began to shiver, then tremble. Her eyes filled with tears as she lifted her mouth off and began to sob... Was she thinking of how much she'd hurt me, or was she remembering Phil's cock in her mouth?
I reached for the side of the bedspread and pulled it over her shivering body, shielding her from the coolness of the basement. She wiped her tears away with her arm, her other hand still surrounding the base of my cock. She was a strong woman and wasn't about to give up.
Again she dropped her mouth over my cock head. This time she made love to it, twisting, stroking, bobbing, sucking. Her other hand was on my balls, gently squeezing them, trying to hurry my load on its way. I'd forgotten how wonderful her warm soft mouth felt... All too soon, I felt my load rushing to its terminus. My body stiffened as I blew my spunk into the back of her mouth. She swallowed every drop, then pulled up beside me and cuddled into my side.
"Thank you," she said.
