Equilibrium
She cheated.
I found out.
I put up with it for several months, hoping she would come clean or get tired of it.
She never did, so last night I confronted her.
"So, what are you going to do now?" Karen O'Dell asked after I had said good night to my kids.
"Please tell me something about it that at least sounds like the truth." I asked.
"Mick, it started out as just a little harmless fun kissing and naughty touching. I guess I let it grow into something a little more. I don't love him; I just use him for his dick, and he uses me for my ass. His wife won't let him have her ass. Actually, his wife won't have sex with him at all. I guess at the start it felt like a mercy fuck."
"Fun? You couldn't take up bingo or join a bowling league or go out with the girls from work to have a little fun? A mercy fuck!? Are you sure that I wasn't the one getting the mercy fucks? You gave him your ass!"
"No! You were never a mercy fuck, ever! So, what are you going to do?" Now she was sounding concerned.
"I have no idea. I'm still debating the possibility of you and him having a fatal accident," I said.
"Don't try to be funny, Mick," Karen said.
"I'm sorry, Karen," my voice as serious as I could make it. "Did anything I say sound funny in any way? It was meant to be a very serious concept. But I also know that if I did that, I'd lose access to my kids. Those four are just as big a victim as I am."
She seemed nonplussed by my threat.
"What do you mean victim? This isn't going to affect any of you. You haven't missed any nights in our bed, and the kids haven't missed me at any school functions. I have followed through on all of my wifely and motherly duties."
"Duties? Doesn't sound like a loving wife or mother to me. Sounds like someone doing what they have to do before they get to fuck their real lover."
"Don't pull that bullshit on me. I love those children more than anything."
"Anything except our family. Have you already introduced the kids to your lovers?"
She looked at me like I had two heads.
"First, there are not lovers, plural. Second, no they have not met him. That would have made keeping our affair secret very difficult. But now that you know, maybe I will."
"I'll kill him.... and you.... if you ever do that until after the divorce is completely over and done."
"You aren't going to divorce me. You love me and besides, you would lose the kids," Karen said defiantly.
"I couldn't lose the kids to a corpse."
I looked at her and the anger and hate must have been palpable because she suddenly changed her expression and began to look like she was understanding that I was seriously on the edge.
"So back to the same question. What are you going to do now?" She asked unsure.
"For now, I'm going to keep on doing what I've been doing. I don't think clearly when I have to make fast decisions. Especially when I'm angry enough to commit murder. I'm going to have to look at this problem from all angles before I act. Until then I am going to take care of my kids. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
I stood and walked out of the living room and up the stairs to our bedroom's bathroom. I stripped and stepped into the shower, closing the glass door and turning on the instant warm water. When I was done soaping up, I looked around the shower and noticed the sex toys that we used to use on each other occasionally. I picked them all up and walked out of the shower, dripping wet, and put them in the waste basket. It was a small start, but significant to me.
Stepping back into the shower, I closed the glass door again and soaped up again and rinsed. After drying off, I walked out into the bedroom and set the alarm clock for the morning and got into bed, nude, like I normally would do.
A few minutes later, she came in and stopped to look at me before going into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and the glass door close. After a few minutes there was some rustling around. Then there was the sound of the shower door close and the bathroom door opened.
"Throwing away our toys was a little childish. I put them back. At some point you will want us to use them again."
She set the alarm clock on her side of the bed and slipped under the sheets, her bare ass touching mine. She reached back behind her to verify that I was indeed naked. When she did that she turned and cuddled to me. I didn't react negatively, so she reached down and took hold of my penis and slowly shook and stroked it to full hardness.
"I guess you aren't that mad at me."
She moved around on her hands and knees to take me into her mouth and I grabbed her head like I would normally do but then I began to drive my cock hard, fast, and deeply into her throat, very unlike I had ever done. She tried to pull back, but I had a death grip on her head. I pounded my dick down her throat until I could hear that she was starting to gag.
At that point I pulled out and quickly moved behind her, since she was still on her knees while she was trying to catch her breath and swallow all the spit she had generated while I had fucked her face. I pushed my wet cock into her unprepared pussy and doggie fucked her as fast and hard as I could, slapping her ass as hard as I could. When I felt myself getting ready to cum, I pulled out and stroked myself as I moved to her face.
She looked up like she didn't want my cock in her mouth again, so I stroked myself a few more times and shot cum all over her just washed face. With one hand holding her face in place and the other stroking my dick to full completion, I proceeded to wipe my softening dick clean on her hair. She was pissed.
"What the hell kind of a way was that to make love to your wife?" Karen asked still a little in shock from the way I treated her.
"Make love? Karen, I guess you haven't figured it out yet, those days are over. All that is going to happen between us is fucking. Whether you start it, or I do, I will fuck you and use you like the cheating whore you are. And, I threw away the toys because we won't need them. They were love making toys."
"If you think that I'm going to go along with what you just did, you are out of your fucking mind."
"It's that or no sex between us." I said.
"Fine then, no sex! It's not like I'll be going without," she said in a rather snotty manner.
"Good choice. I was afraid that I was going to have to fight you off every time you wanted me to fuck that pre-owned, potentially diseased, pussy of yours."
"Diseased? And what the fuck does pre-owned mean?"
"It means, Karen, that you are now used goods, like an old used car. It might look good on the surface, but underneath it is just an old, used, piece of junk," I said with as much distaste as I could muster.
"If that is how you really feel, then when I need to get laid here at home, I'll bring him here."
I looked at her in cold silence. I walked over to the nightstand on my side of the bed and placed my hand on the fingerprint activated lock of the gun safe and pulled out my grandfather's old 1911A.
"That will be the day you and he have that accident. Unless, of course, you are going to be telling a lot of people that you are fucking another man, or if the kids find out. If I can't be tied to the act, it will just be a case of me coming home and thinking that you are being raped. Boom, boom, out go the lights. The rapist is dead, and you get accidentally killed."
She looked at me and finally understood just how serious I was. She thought about the pistol that I had to protect my family from any threats, and I'm pretty sure that she started to understand that I now thought of her as that threat.
"OK," she spoke carefully and quietly. "I've never brought him here and I never will. I'll never let the kids, or our friends know."
"That's good. Does anyone at work know? Have you been bragging to your girlfriends about your big dick stud? Has he been bragging about fucking a new slut to any of his buds that might know us?"
