Breatime's Over

**Author's Note - This is my first published story. I appreciate any constructive criticism and feedback. ©2024

Many thanks to NoTalentHack for his suggestions and editing.**

Breaktime's Over

Cliches and tropes are easily recognized because they're based in fact to some degree. Still, you never expect that those kinds of scenarios are actually going to happen to you.

My day started out great. My recent business trip was an unqualified success, and I was able to wrap things half a day earlier than planned, with a signed contract for a big new account. I hit the sweet-spot with the afternoon traffic, and made it to the airport in half the usual time. Then I got lucky with the airline and was able to switch my flight from 6PM to 2 PM with no penalties or change fees. I had an uneventful flight, then picked up my car from long-term parking, made a quick stop to pick up some flowers for my wife and planned to surprise her with a night on the town to celebrate my success. Hopefully, we'd continue the evening with some more intimate celebration after we got home.

Sounds pretty good, right?

When I arrived home, there was a strange car in my driveway.

I felt a familiar twinge at the back of my brain and felt my skin beginning to flush. I paused, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled to a slow silent 10-count to suppress the reaction. After years of practice, it should have been easy, but I have anger management issues of epic proportions.

No way.

I thought to myself.

This kind of shit only happens in those cheesy online stories. There has to be another explanation. I'm sure that Janet is just having a friend over for coffee or something.

I tried to be optimistic and convince myself that I was just being paranoid.

Nope. My streak of good luck came to a screeching halt.

As I came in the door, I heard the familiar sound of Janet's little mewling noise that she always makes when she's getting close to orgasm.

I used to love that sound.

Taking another deep breath and slowly exhaling to once again suppress my immediate reaction, I ascended the stairs.

I tried to stay calm.

OK, so I'm getting a divorce. No need to go off the deep end and fall off the wagon after years of successfully keeping my self-control. I just have to keep it together for another few minutes. I'll just kick the guy out of the house, tell Janet we're done, then go to the gym to blow off some steam.

I kept moderating my breathing and took out my phone, promising myself that I would do nothing except record evidence for the imminent divorce proceedings. My good intentions lasted all of thirty seconds until I opened the bedroom door.

The motion of the door must've caught the asshole's attention, because he turned his head and smirked at me and said, "Well, well, looks like cucky-boy got home early. Have a seat and enjoy the show. We're just about to hit the finale."

Janet looked up at me and gasped in horror and dismay, trying to push the asshole off of her, but he just picked up the pace and made a show of groaning as he finished inside her.

"Mmm-mm! Ain't nothin' like married pussy, is there, cucky-boy?"

OK, fuck restraint. This fucker is toast!

I stopped regulating my breathing and let out a groan of my own as I let loose for the first time since I met Janet eight years ago.

My groan morphed into a guttural growl as I stopped holding back my inner demon.

My skin changed from my "normal" lightly tanned complexion to a grayish-red. Horns sprouted from my temples. Bat-like wings burst forth from my shoulder blades. My muscles bulged and I suddenly put on two feet of additional height and two hundred pounds of muscle.

The asshole stared at me open-mouthed, then blurted, "Holy shit, you're Rampage! Oh shit, oh shit!"

Nobody had seen me for years, at least not like this. Most people thought I was dead. I bared my fangs at him, and replied in a gravelly voice that was three octaves below my usual baritone, "Amazing what a man will do for the love of a good woman, isn't it? It was nice while it lasted, but I guess breaktime's over."

The asshole whipped his head back to my wife and screamed at her, "You married a fucking supervillain and you're cheating on him? Bitch, are you insane?"

Janet screamed piteously as I reached out for them with clawed hands.