Just a fantasy, nobody under 18. Commenters be nice.
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"Ben, we need to talk."
"Uh-oh, sounds like fightin' words."
My darling wife, love of my life, mother of Ben junior and Claire, our kids, was laying beside me after we just got done our Saturday night sex. She had just got done screaming. She had come hard at least three times, I had only one climax, but with her it was a good one as usual. We had been going at it for about an hour.
She looked deadly serious as she flashed her blue eyes at me. I wondered just what I had done now. I must have fucked something up to hear the four dreaded words husbands hate to hear.
"We have to talk." She repeated.
"Well Betty, go ahead. Say what's on your mind."
"There is no good way to say this. So I'll just say it... I'm dating another man. I am sorry for cheating on you."
"Yeah, I was wondering if you would come clean. How long have you and Howard been fucking? I only found out about it three months ago."
"You have known for three months, and you haven't done anything about it? Don't you even care? I've been fucking another man and all you say..." She was very disgusted. Whether with herself or with me, I don't know. Maybe both. I was definitely disgusted with her.
"I wanted to see if you still loved me, and if I still loved you before I sicked the lawyers on your ass, and we went our own merry ways. I still have not decided what to do. I figured I'd wait and see if you changed your mind, or if you are really serious about this creep. I'm having a lot of trouble with reconciling your kind and loving behavior, with your actions on Tuesday and Friday nights."
"Friday nights are girls night out!" She said. Did she really think I didn't know? Come on!
"Oh please! You go to the bar, run into the ladies room, change into your slutwear. Have one quick drink, he shows up and you and he dance. Then fifteen minutes later, you and the fucker are at the hotel. You screw him for two hours, change into regular clothes and go back to pick up your car.
Twenty minutes later you're laying next to me, lying about your girls night out. I am sure sick of your bullshit. So many, many lies! Are you really serious about this guy? Are you going to keep seeing him?"
"I am." That answer hurt terribly.
But the plan D that I had taken steps already, well that answer settled things in my mind. Plan D was divorce, and apparently that was where we were headed.
"Wow. Twenty-two years gone just like that!" I snapped my fingers. I was a little shaken. I thought I could just maybe get her to reconsider. I guess I was wrong. It was all gone, the love, the trust, especially the trust. Everything we had wished for, and worked for, gone in an instant. She had a smirk on her face. I hated that smirk.
"Are you moving out?" I asked.
"No. Neither are you. We are just going to continue on as we are, except now it's out in the open. He's coming over to pick me up in a while. You will behave while he's here, won't you." It wasn't a question.
"You really think I'll be a willing cuckold? Do you even know me at all?" I was crying. I had seen my marriage evaporate right before my very eyes. I couldn't believe, the woman I had just made love to, that I had loved for more than two decades no longer cared for my company. Or cared for his company more.
She had eviscerated my heart and my soul. I had lost my wife, my best friend and my soulmate in that instant. I felt like an empty shell. I was barren and broken. I felt like a completely broken man. I was dead inside.
"I just have one question for you. Why? Wasn't I good enough? Did I do something to have you do this, to me... To us? Well, guess there is no more us I suppose. So WHY?"
"He... dominates me. He makes me feel so naughty and alive! He makes me feel sexy... And young. You DON'T. I know you love me, and I love you, but I'm not IN LOVE with you. You don't do it for me anymore, at least not like he does. I'm his now, not yours any longer. I must do whatever he says, like I used to do for you. I am really sorry." She was not sorry at all. The evil bitch was smiling.
She didn't look sorry at all. She, if anything, looked very happy. This turned the knife of betrayal even more in my back. I knew right then and there, we were done. Finished. Finito. The end.
She wasn't my love anymore, she belonged to him now. Her eyes became hard, and quite merciless to me. She wasn't lying now, she wasn't in love with me anymore. My heart didn't want to accept it, but my feeble brain did. I cried out, "Noooo, no, no!" I was in such pain. My heart actually hurt. She just looked at me and shook her head. In disgust. I was not a man in her eyes anymore. I hated myself for loving this vile creature.
"Oh, grow up! I'll be here for a little while. You can watch how real man fucks me." There was that little smile. It made me so sick. I wanted to wipe it off her face! I could feel the rage build in me. I was a grenade, and she had pulled the pin.
Her words were like a razor on my mind. I felt my anger rising in my throat. I had nothing left to lose. I felt like a bomb with a lit fuse. My hands trembled with a white hot rage. My soul seethed with bubbling anger.
The doorbell rang. I went to answer it. It was him, all six foot four and built like a Greek god. The jackass just strode in like he owned the place. He must have weighed at least two hundred eighty pounds. He looked in very good shape. I suddenly despised him. I wanted him dead.
He said, "Hello Cuck." He smirked. That was enough. I hit his smirking face full force. I put all my pain and anger into that punch. I'm six foot even, maybe two twenty in the weight department, but I was a real contractor. I basically worked out every single day, all day long. I had perhaps ten percent body fat. No love handles at all. I was in scraps all the time. He was not at all prepared for me. Hit him so hard I lifted him off the floor.
That, plus my Marine training, they say you never forget, you know, muscle memory, it made me a formidable opponent. It all came back to me in those next thirty, rage-filled seconds. I exploded! I saw blood red. I was going to kill him. I had pretty much kicked his ass, and was beating his face to a bloody pulp, when the lights went out.
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I woke up in a hospital bed. I had a handcuff on my left hand. My head hurt really bad. I had trouble focusing my eyes. I felt woozy. My mouth was desert dry. I could not speak. I cleared my throat. A nurse gave me some water, she went to get the doctor. What the hell happened?
My son and daughter were there. They saw me awake.
"Junior! Claire!" I held open my unattached arm. I wanted to hug and kiss them. We all shared a group hug. I was so happy to see my kids.
"So Dad, did you knock his block off? I see you're sporting new jewelry." Junior pointed at my wrist.
"I was in the middle of teaching him not to steal other men's wives when the lights went out.
I woke up a little while ago with a really bad headache. And this really keen bracelet."
"Dad, I'm the one who conked you on the head. You were really going to kill that s-o-b. I stopped you. I didn't want you to go to jail over that piece of shit. I made sure you would not do that! I'm so sorry I hurt your thick skull! I was screaming at you to stop. I guess you didn't hear me." Claire's eyes were red.
"Thank you Honey! I'm sorry, I just saw red. Thank you for stopping me! If it weren't for you, I'd be in jail for murder, so thank you, thank you!" I kissed her crimson cheeks. "Where is your mom?" I had a good idea where she was. I was a little dizzy. Actually, I was a lot dizzy.
"She's standing by creepazoid's bedside up in intensive care. She really doesn't give a shit about us, does she? She obviously loves that fucker way more than she loves us!" spoke Claire. Her eyes bespoke a terrible sadness. I was so upset that Betty had done this to my child, let alone me.
"Listen to me. She may be bored to death of me. She obviously doesn't love me anymore. That doesn't mean she doesn't love you BOTH."
"You both are young adults. You both know the score here. I am certainly not going to dictate how you feel about this. I am having a great deal of trouble with that myself. I am asking you as a personal favor to not cut off your mom, no matter how you feel. I am thinking that she has lost her mind, at least as far as my relationship with her. Perhaps if she has gone round the bend, we should try to find help for her, rather than a rush to judgement. You are both grown up. I really need your honest assessment of her mental state."
"Are you going to divorce her Daddy?" My darling daughter Claire asked me. The $64,000 question. I had to think a bit.
"Unfortunately, yes. If she turns out to have a mental defect, I may change my mind...But at this point it's 99% sure that we will divorce."
"Dad, what about the business?" Asked my son.
"Well, I would be very grateful if you guys could help me out for a few days. I am stuck in the hospital for now, then I'll probably be behind bars for sixty to ninety days."
"Dad, I'll stay 'till hell freezes over. I will make sure nothing goes off the rails while you're in the big house! It would be my pleasure." Junior said.
"What he said, " my gorgeous daughter said, hooking her thumb at her brother. "I might be one cell over from you dad. I knocked you out with a baseball bat! The police take a very dim view of that. I am so very sorry about that, Daddy." She hung her head.
"You saved me from being a murderer, and that's no lie. " I hugged her, and my son too.
"You guys want a tiny measure of revenge?"I asked. Both their ears perked up!
"What did you have in mind?" Asked Claire. My son looked on keenly as well.
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My kids worked fast. They found the papers in my truck, got ahold of Mrs. Howard Heller and spoke to her at length about her husbands escapades. She wanted to know why she wasn't notified. Wait 'till she got to the hospital.
They told her everything, including the fact that I had rebuked her husband for his plans to cuckold me. I rebuked him into intensive care! There would be another intensive care patient shortly! She was not amused!
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"Bail is set at $10, 000, cash or bond." The judge spoke as though it was totally routine.
"No thanks your honor. I'll be way too angry, if I get out... I might kill the bastard!" I said in court. "Sorry your Honor, I didn't mean to curse, but I'm still steaming angry!" I could feel my face flush.
"That's kinda understandable sir. But you still hav'ta drop a fifty in the swear jar. Bailiff, if you please." The bailiff approached with a real swear jar. There must have been ten thousand dollars in there!
