Conversations
The Wife and Lover Disagree.
Each Conversation story is independent. You do not need to read them in any particular order.
These conversation stories do not provide in-depth information. The basis for this story can be gleaned from many of the posted Literotica stories. It's just with a different ending.
By the way, this is a RAAC sort of.
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Lori slowly but surely moved through the scarcely used trail that wound and sauntered down to a wooded area in a seldom visited valley. It was tough going in a tube skirt and high heels.
The land had been in her husband's family since the 1760s. His family was given a land grant in Georgia instead of pavement for services rendered in the Revolutionary War, and land was cheaper than gold.
Her husband Robert and she spent many weekend getaways to recharge their batteries in their younger days here. However, when the children came, their schedules of sports, dance, and weekend responsibilities as parents took them further away from the place they fell in love over and over again, and that gradually disappeared.
Lori moved through the night with an angry purpose: to confront the man she once loved and worshiped many years ago. Now, she had a new mission- to destroy him.
As she approached, bright LED lantern light beams radiated through the old-growth oak and pine trees; that's when she heard the man's voice that turned her stomach. The man she once willingly gave her love to. Now, he had to be stopped or die.
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"Well, Robert, I won. I took it all. Your father fucked me over, and now I'm the winner, and winner takes all. I get your wife and my kids and the company your dad and I started many years over.
"If he'd listened to me, you wouldn't be lying there enjoying the last few minutes of your miserable life on earth.
"We had offers to sell many times, and my 49% would have brought me riches above my wildest dreams. And boy, did I have big dreams. You will be left and buried with nothing. No one will remember your name. As the old song says, '
You'll be dust in the wind.'
"I couldn't believe my luck when you were stupid enough to marry my long-time lover. Yes, she was mine from the beginning. I let her go long enough to nurture you into loving her, and I wanted her to fall in love with you as part of my long-term plan.
"Because you were too stupid not to sign the prenup, she'll get half of what you have, and with my stock, we will sell the company right out from under you. You would still have gotten your share, but I couldn't allow that. I want it all. With you disappearing, all your fortune will go to my kids and Lori. Again, I win."
He continued to dig the hole that waited for his victim. John looked over the man who had not given much of a fight and was now giving minimal struggle. It was the struggle of a beaten and broken man. He had the look of a man welcoming the end of his now miserable life.
John froze as he heard a round being chambered, and the 1911 slide snapped shut behind him. John continued digging when he asked, "What are you doing here?"
She sarcastically replied, "I bet you can guess if you think about it hard enough. But it's funny that you mentioned it. I was going to ask you the same thing."
Smiling, he explained, "Lori, this will all work out. We'll be through with it. And we can have it all."
"No, John, you wanted it all, but it was me that I had it all, and I threw it away. I let you destroy a good, no, a great man. And if he's dead, I swear I'll kill you." Looking over at the man with eyes that once showed brightly every time someone mentioned her name.
She grimaced at the sight of her once-loving husband. The gash was visible open as blood flowed over his eyes.
She worked her way around from the back of the ever-deepening hole, moving slowly but ensuring she never took her eyes off John.
"Lori, what are you doing? We can have it all. After tonight, we'll be free to move on."
Cutting him off, "You're lying, John; it's never been about us. You're a narcist bastard. It's you, you, you. God dammit, it's always about you. I swear if he's dead or dies, I'll bury you in that hole."
John gave her a warm, loving smile. "You know I've always loved....."
"You've never loved anybody but yourself," cutting him off mid-sentence.
John tried to assure her, "I took you in and gave you a job when nobody else wanted you. I,"
Her eyes tried to burn a hole in him. "You are a pedophile; I was a child with the mentality and the maturity of a 12-year-old. I had just turned 18 when my father asked you to give me a job. He wanted me out of the house because his new wife saw me as a threat. You knew I was never loved at home.
"You groomed me from the very start. I craved love. I needed it. And you supplied it in very controlled doses. You became a drug to me and made sure you gave it in limited supplies.
"You were my addiction. My God, you were 45, and I was a child. If you'd done this to my daughter, I would have killed you."
In anger, John narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Come on, Lori, you have a convenient memory. Do you remember when Robert returned from school and showed interest in you? I let you go. Hello, I encourage it."
"It was part of your plan and worked out just like you thought. Since being served with the papers, I've had much time for self-contemplation. Do you know what you discovered?
"No, what? John replied. "Enlighten me with your intellectual genius."
Still slowly and methodically moving toward Robert, "I discovered the only happy times I've ever had were in the arms of that man you look down on. All my fond memories don't include you.
"He never forgot a birthday or anniversary. He sent little trinkets to remind me of his undying love. He'd call me out of the blue, reminding me he loved me. The little things he did for me made me feel loved and safe.
"He built me up to do things that I didn't have the capabilities to perform. He was my lover, my friend, and I let you destroy him and our happy home.
