"WHAT THE FUCK?" I shouted as I watched a man fucking my wife on our dining room table like there was no tomorrow.
Nick, one of my company's new sales reps had my once prudish wife of ten years bent over our dinner table slamming into her so hard knocking one item after another off of the table, I barely caught my bottle of beer before it too had fallen off. They were working it so hard that I obviously didn't matter.
"Tell me baby, you love my dick better than your wimpy husbands." Nick bellowed knowing full well that I was still there watching them.
"I like how your cock feels in me." Susan, my wife grunted between Nick's hard thrusts.
"Tell me what I want to hear, or I won't let you cum again." Nick shouted with glee in his voice.
With some reservation and possible remnants of love she might have for me, she finally dejectedly answered. "Your dick is better than my husbands."
As another dinner roll escaped the violence being perpetrated to our dinner table and dropped to the floor. I grabbed my half full beer bottle and drove it across Nick's head with as much vile and anger that I had within me.
It took a moment for my wife to realize the ramrod that was pistoning in and out of her had left her orifice as a loud thud hit the floor. I was already going through our front door when I finally heard her scream.
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So here I am at O'Reilly's a local Irish bar that I must have driven by a thousand times without ever going in.
The bar was surprisingly not very busy for a Friday night. I was able to obtain a golden seat at the far end of the bar. Right between the restrooms and the exit point for the bartender behind the bar. I planned on drinking a lot tonight. I wanted to do a lot of drinking in a very short time. It would only be a trivial matter of time before the cops make out my truck, in the parking lot, and discover where I am hiding and come an arrest me.
"Slow down buddy." Indicated a lovely blond angel bringing me another beer and another shot of whiskey.
She looked like that girl on the Saint Paulie's label (A well known German beer). A very buxom blond woman with golden flowing blond hair.
"I doubt I will be here much longer anyway." I told her.
"What do you mean? Are you waiting for someone? Or something?" She asked inquisitively.
I paused a moment while looking at the front door at a couple of guys coming in, with relief. "Yea, the cops, they should be coming to get me any moment."
She looked toward the door with concern. I reasoned she was thinking I was some hardened criminal or something.
"No...No..." I spoke. "It isn't like that."
"Like what?" She asked.
"I am not some creepy serial killer." I spoke as if I was trying to convince myself.
"I am intrigued, hang on." As she walked away to quickly assist three other customers.
She arrived with another beer and whiskey in hand. "Okay this round is on me, however only if I like your story." She smiled with a smile that could make a married guy, hem me, blush.
I stared at her for a moment wondering if I could share this burdensome story with her or not.
Finally,
"Will you promise not to judge me too harshly then?" I pleaded.
She smiled at me again. "Quit the stalling and tell me your story already."
"I don't even know your name. I can't tell a complete stranger my problems." I bellowed.
She pointed at her name tag right next to her wonderful ample cleavage. I cannot for the life of me think how I missed that observation. The name tag read Jackie.
I reached my hand out to shake hers. "Jim...Jim's my name. Glad to meet you, Jackie. While still staring at her name tag...yea right.
"Okay so I work at Southern Security just down the street as one of the managers. I manage five crews that run around installing our equipment. So anyway, we recently added a new man to our sales force." I paused with pain in my voice followed by slamming my shot of courage (hem whiskey) down my gullet.
"It is kind of a tradition with me to invite new guys over to my home for dinner. I like making them part of my family." I took another swig of my beer.
"This asshole, whom I am not going to honor by giving out his name came over for dinner tonight." I grabbed my wedding ring and twisted it around my finger with angst.
Jackie glanced at what I was doing and then back to my face. "Continue."
"So apparently, the word was out that this turkey was well endowed. I didn't think that kind of crap mattered with my wife. I said with much sadness in my voice.
"Did your wife ever indicate that she was ever unhappy with you?" Jackie asked reluctantly.
"We have always been quite vanilla in the bedroom. She had never ever complained before about our sex life though." "Could sex be better, absolutely!" As I looked down at the table with sadness.
"Look we have been married for over ten years. I challenge any couple to have the same wonderful sex life as they have when they first find each other." I shouted defensively looking around hoping nobody else had heard me.
"So anyway, my wife wore this skimpy sexy outfit something I have never seen before. I think she bought it just for our dinner. She was acting like a schoolgirl around our guest. Argh!" I paused for a moment while I was trying to get a certain image out of my head.
"So, during the course of the dinner I asked my wife about the dress. She blushed. It seems I was the only one that didn't know about this guy sitting at our table." I indicated dejectedly.
"It was at this time this asshole smirked and indicated that she had probably heard about him. He further stated I should reach over and feel her panties. He said they are probably soaked thinking about him." I shook my head in disgust.
Then I don't know why I did it. I reached over to touch her between her legs. I had to force her reluctant legs apart to feel.
"Sure enough, her panties were so wet they had made a wet spot on her seat. My wife turned a dark shade of red when I felt her up in front of our guest." Tears were beginning to form in my eyes.
