BETRAYAL
"Hi, Hon? How was work? I have dinner for you in the fridge. I've gotta go. I'm meeting the girls to go shopping, remember? The mall stays open until nine. And then I'll come home. Probably by half past or something. Give me a kiss. I love you," and she rushed out the door, got into her car and drove off.
And let me guess. You'll come in with no bags, go directly to the shower, ignoring my questions about who was there, did you get anything, that sort of stuff? And then straight to bed, 'because you're so worn out.' And no sex for a couple of days at least.
You used to do this shopping thing every four to six weeks or longer, but now it's very couple of weeks. Usually a Wednesday night. And still no packages. She must think I'm a real dumbass. Maybe she is with the girls. Maybe not. She's just wearing regular clothes. Nothing special, fancy, or new. If she had a hot 'date' I would expect her to be more dressed up. Shit! Maybe she keeps the special clothes in her car!
Doesn't matter. After three years of marriage, maybe she just feels the need to go out during the week and have some 'me' time. Hell, every magazine is full of 'me time.'" 'If you don't take care of yourself you won't be able to care for anyone else." Horse crap!
We talk. We laugh. We do things together. Say we love each other a zillion times a day. Kiss when we get up in the morning, goodbye, all sorts of times. On the weekends we always do fun things together. It makes no sense. How can we seem so close while it sure seems like she's stepping out on me?
But tonight. Tonight the mystery will be resolved one way or another. God, how I hope she's shopping. I can't believe how much I love her. Hell, even the thought that she's with someone else. That someone else has his hands all over her. Is....is...Damn! Here come the friggin tears again and that horrible ache.
I can't continue like this. If she's cheating on me....the pain is going to be so much worse than the pain from the suspicion, but I have to know. I have to know, no matter what. What did the song say? 'Suspicion tearing me apart' or something like that? Well it is. And it's starting to ruin our relationship.
It's winter. It's dark already. It's been and hour. Let me check and see where her phone is. Fuck! It's that dead end circle at Lover's Leap. Almost a straight drop down at least 500 feet except for where the road comes up. No doubt about it. The shopping is not very good there. Only go there for one thing...
He collapsed to the floor. Oh, God, why? I thought we were so good together. She's never complained about a thing. My whole chest feels like it's ripping apart and letting my soul pour out. How could she do this to me? To us?
OK, time to get my shit together and find how who the hell is so much better than I am. I'll be in the truck. It's only about fifteen minutes there. I'm going to leave my phone here. Let me go online and get a movie. Ah, 'Jaws.' How appropriate. I'll start it to give me an alibi, just in case things get ugly.
Maybe my 'lovely wife' and her beau will take the short way down the hill. It'd serve them right. After betraying my trust, our marriage vows, all of her promises of fidelity....Dammit. I can't get the image of some other guy groping her...
After all, I'll have nothing to live for. Might as well spend the rest of my life in jail, unless I get up the guts to drive off the hill with them. Not a bad idea. I read about murder suicides all the time. Probably better than jail time.
God, I've loved her for so long. We've known each other since we were kids. But we got hot and heavy during my last two years of college, even though she stayed at home and worked. Then after college, I had some great offers, but settled for one here in our home town. She moved in within a week of my graduation and six months later we were married.
Yeah, we got married in a fever, but we were best friends first and had known everything about each other for ever. That's just it! We were best friends. How could you do this to a friend? To me?
OK. Lights out as I go up the hill. Don't want to spook 'em. Let me just walk up around the bend. FUCK! That's my brother's camper van! First, betrayed by my wife. Now betrayed by Bo? Please, Lord. Kill me now! They say friends and family stab you with the sharpest knife. But this feels more like a sledge hammer.
He quietly, but urgently approached the side of the vehicle. It was rocking and swaying. SHIT! Wait, voices. "Bo, oh, Bo. That feels so good. Do it harder. Harder. Oh, that's it. And, Rex? You can play with that thing to keep it hard, but I want all that stuff in me. Not on me. I feel so nasty going home with all of you guys' stuff in me. But I can't smell all spermy and crap.
"And, like I said. Ian's acting a little weird, so we're going to have to knock it off. This is the last time for a while. Or maybe forever."
"OK, Sam, but it's your loss. I don't think you can make it without the two of us fucking the hell out of you from time to time."
"Don't kid yourselves. Ian's a whole lot better at this than you guys are. And his mouth. God, I'm going to cum just thinking of it. Errrr! Here's one now!" She tensed, twitched a little and then Bo started to cum and squirted his load into her.
"Thanks, Bo. That was wonderful. Your turn, Rex. Get to it. Remember, we only have until nine and this is it for a while. So punish that thing of mine. What position do you want me in?"
"So, Sam. If he's so good, why are we doing this?"
"I don't know. Hell. We started this in high school. And then the four years while he was away in college. Even his last two years when we were supposed to be 'exclusive.' I guess it's a habit. I just have the need for you two now and again. It's...it's just different than with Ian.
"The biggest break we had was when I moved in with him and then married his ass. I love him to death, but I just got that 'itch' back and we started back up. Remember?
"And all that time, he's never suspected a thing. Never put two and two together. I guess when they say you're blinded by love. He was/is. I feel guilty some times. But this is just so much fun. I hate to give it up. And it's not like I'm not a great wife to him...
"But this is the end. So enjoy it. I'm going to become a baby factory and the most faithful wife in the world. Hell, he already thinks I'm off the pill and we're trying, but I didn't want to take the chance that one of you two would get me pregnant. My child would be too ugly.
"Heck. You guys will actually have to get real girlfriends if you want some nook. My store will be closed."
"Don't you think every couple of weeks has made him suspicious?"
"Well, that's why we only used to do it once a month or two. But I needed to get it out of my system. A last hoorah. But, like I said, he's acting weird, like so I'll have to make it up to him and not do this any more. Or at least not for a while. After I'm pregnant."
"What did you tell him you were doing?"
"Shopping."
"Well, maybe he's just pissed about all the stuff you bought."
"Shit!.....Shit! Shit! Shit! I never brought any packages home. God, I'm such a dumbass. No wonder he's acting suspicious and all pissy. OK. Finish up. I have to get to Walmart to buy some stuff. Every where else is going to be closed. It's almost nine.
"If he suspects.....He'll flip out. But he loves me so much....I'll commit to counseling, therapy, crawling on my knees. Anything I have to do to keep him. OK, Rex. Make it fast and hard. I want to cum one more time before I call it quits and go shopping."
The brothers looked at each other. They knew if they ever got caught, there'd be no forgiveness. No forgiveness for any of them. Rex walked to the bed...
John peaked in the curtain in time to see her flop onto her back and spread her legs so his other brother, Rex, could have a go. He was ready to rip the door off the camper and beat the shit out of all three. The ache was being replaced by a blank, empty space filled with hate. Betrayal! Betrayers! You all are going to pay for this....
He dashed quietly back to the truck. I thought this would come in handy. And he fastened a mover's blanket to the metal crash guard on the front of his truck. No scratches, hopefully... put it in four wheel hi. And.... No. Wait a second. Let me make a couple of calls on my burner phone.
"Hey, Mom. Is Bo there? I want to talk to him for a minute."
"No, John. He and Rex headed off to the, uh.... gym. They'll be back in an hour or so. They never stay long. Why don't you call back later. You know, like at nine or something."
"Alright. Wasn't important. I can talk to him tomorrow.
Let me dial another number. "Hello, Helen, Mom. Is Sam there? I'm trying to track her down to ask her something. What? She outside talking to her father?" In the friggin' dark? "No. That's alright. I'll just talk to her when she gets home. Nothing important. Have a great evening. Sorry to bother you."
So. Betrayed by my wife. Betrayed by my brothers. Betrayed by my mother. Betrayed by her mother. Hell, I'd be willing to bet that even the fathers knew. Or at least had an inkling. Everyone knew. Knew she'd been fucking around on me the whole time. And nobody said a word! Great to have such a supportive family. I wonder how many of 'our' friends knew? Hell, I wonder how many of my 'friends' knew? On with the paybacks!
Ian revved the truck, but crept to within about 20 feet of the van and kicked it. With 8 cylinders and 5.7 liters in four wheel drive he slammed into the back of the van. Blam! The back end crumpled and lifted into into the air. The front wheels flew off the road onto the shoulder.
All three occupants were thrown off the bed and onto the floor. They scurried to get up. "What the fuck? What happened?" Blam! Ian hit the van again. It flew into the safety railing, pivoted sideways and moved closer to the edge.
Well, one more should do it. As top heavy as that thing is with the AC unit, it should just flip right over the guard rail and start the trip to the bottom. And I might as well just join them.
The second impact caused Rex to hit a cabinet and open a gash in his scalp. He could feel the blood running. "FUCK! We're all going to die. Someone is really pissed."
He heard Sam screaming. "God. God, please. I am so, so sorry for what I've been doing. I swear that if you let me live I will never do it again. I will be the best, most faithful wife any man could want and work every day to make our love stronger. Please, Lord! I'm begging! Please let me live so I can make it up to Ian!"
Ian had backed off, ready for the third and final push. A voice inside asked what the hell he was doing. Reminded him that he was not a murderer and he still had a long life ahead of him. He didn't do anything wrong. They did. Why punish himself?
