A Dead Man's Soliloquy

This is a far different story that I usually write, but I've had this knocking around in my head for quite awhile now. It's not heavy on the sex at all, with the focus being more on the revenge aspect of it. I hope you enjoy!

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I'm dead.

No I'm not writing this from beyond the grave. Obviously I'm not really dead, but pretty much anyone who's ever known me thinks I am.

So how is it that they think I'm dead when I'm clearly not? That, my friend, is a long story. So if you're curious, and you do seem to be curious since you clicked on the link, please sit back and enjoy. It's not a story for the faint of heart, however, because I readily admit I'm a fucking bastard and what's to follow is nuclear revenge.

I suppose I should start with a few things. My name is Richard Price. Not Dick, not Rick, Richard. I'm 6 foot even, 190 pounds. I've been called good looking by a lot of people, so I guess I am. I've got brown wavy hair, brown eyes, and I'm currently sporting a mustache & goatee. I was 39 when I "died", I'm 43 now. I'll admit that most of my life things came pretty easily to me, like school and learning Taekwondo. I wasn't born extremely rich or anything like that, I was just able to figure things out fairly quickly and, yes, I did inherit a large sum of money twice over. This is something I told no one for specific reasons. I saw how money affected friendships and, most of all, relationships. So I kept that secret to myself.

Now college is when everything pretty much began. This is when I met Amy. The love of my life. The treacherous bitch who.... Wait. Sorry. I'm getting way ahead of myself here.

Amy and I met in an accounting class during our sophomore year. I'd like to say that it was love at first sight for the two of us, but it wasn't. She was just a girl and I was just a guy. Granted, she was a fucking hot girl with a body that wet dreams are made of. She also had a lot of guys, as well as a few girls, chasing after her. However, from all outward appearances, she ignored them to focus on school. Nope, from what I could see, she was there to get a diploma and get the hell out. In a way so was I. Get the degree, get the fuck out.

Well, things have a way of changing your plans. And change they did because one day in the library, as I was turning a corner, she ran into me. I mean, actually ran into me. She was running and slammed right into me. Her 5'1" body hit mine and it was like she hit a wall. Down she went.

Being the gentleman I am I said, "What the fuck is your problem? Watch where you're going, you crazy bitch!"

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, unable to form words. And then I felt like a piece of shit.

I finally said, "Oh crap, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"

I offered her my hand to help her up and then I really got a good look at her. Gorgeous emerald green eyes to go with her voluminous red hair that fell past her shoulders. And the pair of knockers she had for her tiny frame made them look a lot bigger than 38DD.

Thankfully she accepted both my hand and apology. She stood up, still sniffling and crying. I finally had to ask what was wrong and she totally broke down. It seems her parents had gotten into a car accident and she was an instant orphan. Long story short, I took her back to her dorm room and stayed with her. Giving her a shoulder to cry on until she fell asleep. I then took my leave, but only after leaving her my phone number and contact info.

I admit a lot of guys would've taken advantage of a vulnerable girl in that situation, but not me, though I was very tempted. The thing is, I could relate to what she was going through. I lost my parents at the tender age of 13. I was then raised by my aunt (mom's sister), bless her soul. She, too, passed away (fuck cancer!) a month before I started college. Between my parents and my aunt, I inherited quite a large sum of money (multi-millions). The vast majority of it was held in a trust until I graduated college, but only if I maintained 3.7 or higher GPA. For the time being, I got a monthly allowance. Now if I did not maintain that GPA, I would only get that allowance and not full access to my trust until I turned 30. But things really clicked when I hit college. My GPA at the time of meeting Amy was just over 3.8.

Anyway, like I said, a lot of guys would've taken advantage of her. Instead I let her sleep and let her decide if she wanted to contact me again or not. I knew she was dealing with a lot of stuff. As it turns out, I didn't hear from her. Like, at all. I was a little miffed, but it is what it is. The year ended and off I went to return home. (I had inherited my aunt's very large house and I owned it outright.) So I spent the summer fucking around a bit before I decided to start up my company, as I was studying computer forensics with my ultimate goal of being a "legal hacker" for companies. Yeah, I did try some of the illegal stuff, but it wasn't worth the possibility of prison time.

Now I'm not the best at hacking, but I'm definitely very good. However, back then, I was super cocky about it and it cost me. I learned the hard way and I lost out on making a lot of money, but by the end of that summer I had been hired by a local bank to see if I could get past their firewalls. A more proficient hacker probably would've done it in a hour, it took me 90 minutes. Regardless, I did it and showed them their weaknesses. Now because of my cockiness, I had to do it for free in order to prove myself. They still gave me a $500 check as a "thank you" and thus started my career.

Once summer ended, I went back to college for my junior year and settled in once again. About a month into it, as I sat outside in the common area, I was suddenly attacked by someone who grabbed me from behind. I wasn't sure what was going on or who was suddenly accosting me, but I then heard a female voice saying "thank you" over and over again. I finally got loose and turned around and there stood Amy in all her hotness. Big smile that absolutely lit her up. Of course, the crop top and mini skirt certainly helped too!

Amy then said, "Oh God, I was hoping I would see you again! I am soooooo sorry for not texting you or something, but my bitch of a roommate threw away your number. She just thought you were come creep who would take advantage of me! I kicked her out and I have a new roomie now! Forgive me?"

I looked into those gorgeous eyes and how could I say no?

"Hey, it's ok. No biggie. I really didn't think you'd call me or anything." I was lying my ass off of course.

She frowned a little and then said, "Oh. Not even a little?"

I smiled and then said, "Well, maybe just a little."

She squealed and gave me another hug and then said, "OK, so here's the thing. I owe you something. Dinner, drinks, something! Pleeeeeeeeease say yes!"

I pretended to think about it and then said, "Eh, I could eat." Mr. Smooth there.

She jumped up and down, giggling with joy. This girl was something else.

So that night was the first of many nights spent together with Amy Spencer. 2 and half years later she became Amy Price. During those 2 and half years I discovered she wasn't the bubble headed girl she pretended to be. Quite the contrary, she was far smarter than she let on. She just loved keeping people off kilter with her supposed "airheadedness". I learned quickly to never underestimate her, unfortunately I forgot that lesson.

Now a few things that happened in those 2 and half years of dating: I found out she was a year older than me because she took a year off to travel. Not a biggie, it's just a year. We also had a lot of a sex. I mean A LOT. That woman could rev my motor like no other. There was almost nothing that was taboo with her, but I absolutely refused to include others. I was a one on one kinda a guy, I didn't want another body in bed with me. She pouted a bit over it, but told me that she accepted it and never asked again. Now I heard a few rumors around campus about her wildness, but I chalked it up to jealousy. We spent a lot of time together, so I didn't think much of it. The other thing is I never mentioned was my trust, and that was for a reason. I wanted to make sure she loved me for me and not the cash. When we were about to get married, I gave her a pre-nup to sign. That confused her, but I told her that it protects her as much as it protected me, so she shrugged her shoulders and signed it anyway. She came from a lot of money so she thought my logic was sound. Once I had it locked away in a safety deposit box, after a copy was sent to my lawyer, I then told her about the trust. She was pissed at first, but then realized she was marrying a guy with a lot of money. I just never went into details as to how much money. I let her assume it was hundreds of thousands, not well over 10 million (at the time). Even then I felt I needed to keep some things to myself, though it was subconscious.

Soon after we got married, we had agreed to wait on children in order to get our careers underway. I had a head start with mine, but she was working towards being a CPA and she wanted her own firm. It took her 5 years before she did it. 2 years after that I was doing my best in trying to get her pregnant, but we found out she was infertile. Not even in vitro would've worked. That was a very dark period for us both. Our sex life was nearly nonexistent for a brief time and she just focused on her business, working long hours, etc., but we eventually found the light again and our sex life was reignited.

For the next few years we settled into our lives. My business was flourishing, as was hers. Between the two of us we were clearing over 3 million a year with things looking even better for the future. But then things started to change. I didn't notice it at the time because it was so gradual, but, in looking back, this is when I know my marriage was doomed. I was just not paying very close attention to things.

Both of our jobs did have us travelling quite a bit. Mine more than hers. However, it wasn't like either of us were gone for weeks at a time. I was usually gone for 2 or 3 days twice, maybe 3 times, a month, while Amy seemed to be gone a full week every month. We adjusted and life seemed to be very good. Our sex life definitely decreased, but we still fucked like bunnies at least once a week, though it was different somehow, more like her just using me. Amy was also beginning to dress a lot sexier, which I did love. I also noticed she was wearing a new anklet and never took it off.

Now a few months before Amy's 40th birthday I was making plans for a big vacation. I had always wanted to do a cruise, but Amy gets violently seasick, so that was out. So I settled on going to Hawaii for 2 weeks. A place she had always dreamed of going to, but never got the opportunity. So in order to keep it a secret, I used the excuse of travelling for work to plan it all out. While I was on my trip, I hired a private plane to take us to Hawaii and back, rented out a villa in Maui, as well as hired a car service to take us anywhere on the island. I had so much I wanted to do when there, including her bucket list item of flying in a helicopter. But how does the old saying go? "Man plans, God Laughs." At this point He was laughing His ass off...

As I said, I used traveling for work as the excuse to make all these plans. I wasn't going to do it at home, Amy might overhear it. Ditto from doing it at the office where one of my staff might also overhear it. I was not going to let this surprise be ruined! As it turned out I was able to get most things arranged in a day or so, so I decided to surprised Amy by coming home early.

As the limo driver pulled up to my house, I noticed that there were 2 unknown cars parked in the driveway, along with Amy's.

That's odd

, I thought. I then asked the driver to drop me off a couple of houses down and I'd walk back. So I grabbed my duffel and laptop and snuck back. I entered through the garage door and dropped off my bags.

By now I had a choice. If I thought Amy was in danger, I probably should've call 911. That was the smart thing to do, BUT something in the back of my mind was telling me that I needed to investigate on my own. I knew I could take care of myself, but I still grabbed a revolver from the gun safe in the garage.

As I quietly entered the house, I could see that things weren't quite right. At the foot of the stairs were 3 pairs of shoes, including a pair of Amy's heels.

Well, that's not good,

I thought. Knowing every squeak and creak in the stairs, I was able to get upstairs without a sound. And as I got closer to the top floor, I could hear voices. Voices coming from our bedroom.

At this point, I knew what was going on. I really didn't need to see it. I could've snuck back downstairs, left the house, and just file for divorce. Easy peasy. But, nope, not me. Things were beginning to click now. All the changes with Amy, our decreased/changed sex life, how she dressed. It wasn't for me, it was for someone else.

I at least had the presence of mind to turn on the record video app on my cell as I approached the door to our bedroom. Thankfully it was wide open and I could see what was going on. Unfortunately, what was going on was something I wish I didn't see. On our bed was Amy and 2 other men. Very, very large men. And I don't mean in terms of their bodies, but rather their equipment. Now I was certainly not the largest, but I have larger than average dick. Not these guys, I've seen smaller donkeys. But here they were spit-roasting her.

I probably should've rushed in and stopped things, but then I heard a third man speak up. "That's a good little cumslut. Do your Master proud and take that pounding. You're such a fucking pig slut whore, aren't you?"

All Amy could do it give a muffled agreement since one guy was slamming his dick into her mouth, while the other was behind her slamming into her unmercilessly.

Then the third man stepped into view and all I could see was a mousy looking naked guy. Definitely smaller than me, in every way. He continued to berate Amy, calling her every humiliating word in the book. And as he watched, I saw him stroking his tiny dick to the scene in front of him, before squirting all over her. When he did that, I could tell Amy came.

As I was about to back away, the guy in her mouth pulled out and sprayed her face. I then rushed away, not because I was worried about getting caught, but because I felt like was about to puke. I barely kept it down, but now I had a mix of emotions from anger to sadness to being humiliated. Somehow I was able to leave the house undetected and I ordered an Uber to pick me up a couple of blocks away. I had him take me to a hotel a couple of miles out of town and I got room. Once there, I broke down and cried. This was the last time I would shed any tears over her.

Once I collected myself, I left the room and went over to the liquor store next to the hotel. I grabbed a bottle of Old Fitzgerald bourbon. I figured I deserved it. Once back in my room, I cracked it open and savored its taste. 3 shots later I could feel it hitting me, so I needed to stop. I also needed to eat, so I ordered a pizza. Nothing goes better with a $2,000 bottle of bourbon than a pepperoni pizza.

Now with my belly full of hooch and food, I got to work. Based on the events I saw, this was definitely not a "one off" with these guys, especially not Mr. Tiny Pecker. So now it was time to get to work in using my computer skills to find out who these fuckers are and to see how long my fucking whoring bitch of a wife was involved with them.

Unlike in the movies and TV shows, it's not a few clicks on a keyboard and

VOILÀ

there's all you need to know! Nope, it takes time. A lot of time. And I needed more computing power if I was going lessen the amount of time spent doing this. Nowadays hacking into "sensitive sites" isn't easy and odds are you'll get caught. Unless you know what you're doing (which I do), but even then you run the risk. So the quicker the better. I knew I had to go into the office, but I had to wait until after everyone had gone home.

At midnight, I was sitting in my office with 3 separate laptops doing their thing. It didn't take me long to discover who Mr. Tiny Pecker was though. A certain Jon Heymerschmidt (what a fucking name). A piece of shit dirtbag who apparently lived off of daddy's money via his own trust fund. I guess Amy thought she was moving up to his lowly $4 million while not realizing that I was worth 10 times that now. (See? This is why I never tell anyone about my money!) It seems Jonny boy is into the kinky stuff. A few arrests for soliciting prostitution, no convictions or fines. A DUI here and there, same result. Oh, but there is an ex-wife who has been after him for years for back alimony. A Ms. Peggy Brennan (she took back her maiden name and I didn't blame her!). I'll contact her at some point.

As the evening wore on, I found out that Amy had been involved with this guy for a long time. Not weeks, not months, but years. 8 years to be exact. Around the time she "defrosted" and we started having sex again after finding out she was infertile. And now I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach once again. However, despite the bile attempting to force its way up and out, I forged on. By the time the clock hit 6:30 AM, I had everything I needed. I phoned my attorney and left him a voicemail to let him know I'd be there to see him at 9:00.

After shutting everything down and leaving my office, I needed to grab something to eat. Regardless of how sick I was feeling, my stomach was protesting from the lack of food. By the time I got to the diner, I was feeling better physically, but mentally I was a wreck. Her cheating and for the length of time it occurred, enforcing the pre-nup wouldn't be an issue. Boy was I stupid.

At the appointed time, I walked into my attorney's office and his receptionist let me in. Jack Blacker (yeah, he's heard all the jokes) greeted me with a hearty handshake and asked me what was up. So for the next 20 minutes I told him.

"So you see, Jack, I'm going to divorce the bitch and I'm firmly enforcing the pre-nup. She's not going to get a fucking cent from me."

Now, any other time I would have missed this, but when I mentioned the pre-nup, his eye twitched. I've played poker with the man, I know his tells. And that, my friends, was a tell. A big one.

Jack said, "Well, let's not be too hasty here, Richard. I mean, your finances are really tied together here and..."

"Cut the bullshit, Jack. I can tell you're lying."

He hemmed and hawed before saying, "Well....

ahem

... Y'see.... There is no pre-nup. Not any more..."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT THERE'S NO PRE-NUP?!?!?"

He slowly backed away from his desk to give us a bit more distance and said, "Look, it's... it's.... Aw hell. Amy got to me."

I'll never know why I didn't jump over his desk right then and there and kill him, but I let him speak, the entire time my hands were clenched in fists of rage. It seems Amy seduced him. She offered him anything and everything. She let him do whatever he wanted to her, and it was pretty vile, too. (I didn't know just how fucking perverted this asshat was.) In the end, she convinced him to erase all evidence of the pre-nup.

That. Fucking.

Bitch

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I slumped in my chair and realized just how devious my oh-so-loving wife could be. I allowed my love of her to overshadow what was right there in front of me. Once again, I had underestimated her, but never again. Unfortunately for the both of them, they didn't know I still had the original in my safety deposit box. I never let anyone know about it.

After a moment or two, I stood up. When I did so, Jack pushed his chair even further back in fear. I chuckled and said, "No, my dear old friend, you're going to suffer. I'm not going to just report you to the ethics board, but I'll make you wish that you had never been born. And if you fucking let Amy know that I know, you're a dead man."