Michael Barron looked into his wife, Naomi's eyes. He loved her as much as he believed he could ever love. She was kneeling between his legs, her forearms resting on his thighs. He felt pain like nothing before as she buried her face in her elbow, cumming hard as his father fucked her. He looked up at his father, saw that cruel grin. Michael was a cuckold. His own brother was waiting for his turn, then his sister's husband.
They all had bigger cocks than Michael, who had seven inches. His father, James, and his brother Andrew had nine inches whilst Jason, his brother-in-law had ten. Jason always went last. This fuck session happened twice a week. On alternate days her own father, Lionel, and her brother, Clay would come, normally bringing Nelson, her cousin with. It started after a doctor's visit.
"Sorry Michael, you are not producing viable sperm." He was told by the family doctor. They had been trying to get pregnant for months, deciding that being married for two years would be the right time to start a family. Then she punted the idea of his father impregnating her, so it would still in their family. He hated the idea, but she wore him down until he nodded.
"Just one thing my love, I want you there, please. It would feel like cheating." One Sunday evening his father arrived, and he watched him fuck her on their bed. She kept looking at him, and she had some of the best orgasms from his father. He also saw the look of triumph on his father's face. She had his father come every night. Then his brother started coming with. The fuck sessions grew, and Michael knew the slope was well and truly hit when they made arrangements, timetables.
"Baby, please. I cannot take it anymore." He begged her.
"I want a baby, that is fundamental to me being a woman. If you love me you will understand." She had her hands on her hips in the living room, His father's posse watching. "You do love me, don't you? You do want kids, don't you?"
"Yes." She pushed him back on the couch, and nodded to his father, who stripped, as did she. That was the first time she knelt in front of him, looking into his eyes as she was fucked. His father chuckled as he shoved in.
"Fuck, this is one hot cunt." He said, the first time he had used such terms. After that night they would ridicule Michael, and call his wife a slut, whore. He spoke to her, and she said it will end when she was pregnant.
Now Michael was looking at her, it would take two hours for them to finish with her. He got up wordlessly and went to his room. She had asked him to move out of their bedroom during the time she was fertile, so one of them could stay the whole night. After six months he just did not bother moving back. It did not seem to bother her. She cut him off completely a year ago, and now she never even touched him with any affection, mostly sneering at him. At family barbecues she was the total opposite, loving, sweet and full off affection.
Michael made the mistake of putting his hand on her leg as they drove back home after a family get together, and she screamed at him all the way home, telling him how he should ask her, that he was a horny pervert. He never did touch her again, except when she leaned on his legs. Michael was reaching his end, but he loved her, and hoped she would get pregnant so he could have her back. He spoke to his mother, who sympathised with Naomi and her need for a baby.
Michael had met Naomi when her very cute sister, Genevieve brought him home. She was a lawyer in New York, so she would periodically come home. Genevieve went back to New York, and Michael had fallen for her. He started to go out as friend with Naomi and her brother. One night he got very drunk, and woke up next to a naked Naomi. He felt absolutely guilty, especially when she announced a month later that she was pregnant. They married in court, and he made an effort, truly growing to love Naomi.
"Remember the trash." Naomi ordered him, it was Monday morning. He had not forgotten, never does, because she would launch into a tirade of note, as she did with everything. Michael carried the trash out, and something sharp cut the bin liner, spilling its contents. He swore as he fetched a new liner, and started to pick up the trash, then he saw it.
"What the fuck?" He whispered as he picked up the empty card of birth control pills. He put it in his pocket. His heart was shattered, this was different. It was now shattered by rage, but he was beaten down. He would do nothing, he knew. He left his car, as he usually does, taking the bus. It gave him time to think.
Michael ran a security consultancy, boosted by his time in the Army. It was successful, and he had branched into cyber security. A friend had set up the business, Michael had control, but he received a salary. He was isolated legally from the business risks. A friend, Frank Morton at State department hooked him up with some government contracts in the beginning. The business was worth millions, but Michael never cashed any of it, he did not need to. No-one but a few close associates knew he was the boss, on advice from Angelo, who set it up.
"Bud, if things go wrong with Naomi, she cannot touch the company."
"But I trust her."
"You have two hundred employees whose lives depend on her, is that what you want?"
"Okay Angelo, I understand." Angelo moved to Europe, but they maintained contact. Now Michael sat on the bus. He took the empty pill plastic out. He got off the bus near the drug store and went in.
"My wife, Naomi Barron asked me to get a refill." He asked and they checked.
"Sorry Mr Barron, she did fill it last week."
"Has she ever lapsed?"
"Not that I can see. Four and a half years." She looked at him, saw the obvious pain.
"Mr Barron, can I give you something to calm you. I sense that you just realised something bad, I can see it."
"No, I will be fine. Thank you for your kindness." He turned and walked out. It was six blocks to his office, so he walked it. The betrayal was immense in him, and everybody knew. Michael was sure he was wearing a neon sign, flashing cuckold. Three blocks down he heard shouting through an open door, it wasn't a fight, but he was curious. He entered, walked down a corridor which opened into what seemed to be a boxing gym. People were working out, and there was a sparring match. He was approached by a blonde woman with some tattoo's.
"Gabby." She said as she shook his hand, her grip firm.
"Michael." She studied him, then nodded.
"Need to get rid of you pain soldier?" she asked, and he nodded.
"This is a Mixed Martial Arts dojo." She handed him some forms as well as a brochure. "We work with veterans with PTSD, broken marriages. People come here to pound the shit out of things and others, willingly. I promise you that my husband and I will make a difference."
"I will think about it."
"Michael, I have done this for a while, and I know when someone is going to break. Do it for the sake of those you care about. You are in the red zone."
"Okay Gabby, I promise to give it real consideration, mostly, how to fit it into my schedule."
"Good. You can come and chat too, we are both counsellors registered with the veterans association."
"Okay, thanks." He shook her hand again, and suddenly it felt as if there was a pinprick of light. He walked to his office, past Genevieve's offices. She had her own law firm now, it was handed to her three years after being admitted to the bar. They were less than three hundred feet apart, and he often saw her. He rarely saw her at family functions, and then she ignored him. He often wondered if it had to do with Naomi.
"Anything for the day?" he asked his PA, he was slightly late.
"Just the Gibson party at ten. They asked for you Mike."
"Okay, ask Simon for the files?"
"Already on your desk."
"Cindy, your son does martial arts, doesn't he?"
"Yes, why?"
"How does it work for him mentally?"
"His moods had stabilised dramatically, and his confidence is up. I hope you are thinking of it."
"I am, prepare my general scheduling, then we can chat after the Gibson meeting."
"I can give you every afternoon from one. The managers are extremely efficient, they take after you."
"You have been waiting for this, haven't you?"
"Yes sir. We love you as a boss and as a human, and we have seen your pain."
"Mixed Martial Arts, what do I need?"
"I will check, when?"
"This afternoon. I need to do something, you are the third person today who commented on my mental health."
"Then I will clean up your afternoons, all of them." At eleven a package arrived. It had everything he needed. Cindy asked for the dojo details, and made payment a year in advance using the corporate account. Michael jogged to the gym, and Gabby smiled at him. He showed her the payments and she immediately started him. Her husband, Ken, took over as she went for coffee with friend. He did not work Michael hard, but he did work him long. Michael got back to the office just before four. He used his private shower, and found Cindy waiting with a coffee. She studied his face and smiled
"I can see the difference Mike. This is the best idea ever."
"I feel it." He went home at five, found his in-laws-waiting for him. His mother-in-law as usual sitting where she could see him, as well as Naomi getting fucked. He took his place and they fucked his wife. After they left he went to his room, amazed at how different he felt. He now accepted she was cheating on him, accepted that she will never be his again.
He heard her try the door, he had locked it.
"Mikey, can we talk?" he ignored her. She tried a few more times later, but he had headphones on and was fast asleep.
"Oh holy fuck." He groaned the next morning, the lactic acid build-up hurting him. He took a hot shower, and then dressed. She was waiting in the kitchen.
"Are you okay Mikey?"
"No, haven't been since you started fucking my family, and cut me off completely."
