Faithfull

Faithful

Fixing Stupid.

This is my ending to Kcfirst's story, Faithful,

https://www.literotica.com/s/faithful-1

I sent a request to use it, and he never came back. He hasn't written anything for five years but has permitted many others to use it. I use his premise and location.

First, his story said no sex before Molly and John's big reveal. It is his story, and I will honor that premise.

Also, this is just for fun. This would never happen in real life. Well maybe.

In this version, Molly tells Tom about her plans and offers Jackie (the high-end escort) as compensation. John's wife, Gail, was in on the plan. In my ending, that's where all hell breaks loose. He tells Molly to stay with him until he talks to Gail.

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"You are fucking cunt," I yelled into phone. "You're willing to destroy my family to save your own. Fuck you, bitch! I will blow up your whole damn world, Gail, and everybody in it. And I'm going after that piece of shit you married." I screamed into my cell. I wished there was an app to make it sound like you're slamming down the phone.

I hit the record and stuffed the phone into my shirt. I turned to see a shell-shocked Molly slowly backing away in horror. She didn't recognize the man's face she saw staring back at her, which used to be her loving husband. "Come with me," I snarled. I grabbed her underneath her armpit and forced her up to her toes as we headed back to the main living room.

"Ouch, you're hurting me, Tom," she yelped as she tried to pull away. "Let me go," she pleaded.

"This is nothing to the pain I feel you ripping out my soul," I snorted back. "So shut the fuck up."

When we hit the landing of the great room at the bottom of the stairs, Molly screamed as I forcefully slung her over onto the couch. "Sit, don't you fucking move you slut, or John want be the only one I'm going to kick the ever-loving shit out of him."

I had formulated a plan, but first, I needed to neutralize Larry. Larry worked for the firm that provided security for John's and Molly's employers. It looked like Johhny boy was using company resources for non-related work. I'll have to tell my lawyer.

The women gasped in fear as Larry moved to intercept me and prevent me from getting to John. He was bigger, but I was pissed beyond belief and highly motivated and knew by the end of the night someone would be in the hospital if not in the morgue by morning.

My stepdad was a tiny man, but only in stature, but the heart of a lion. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in Atlanta, he learned to fight dirty. He explained that a weapon was always available if I used my imagination.

For example, the simple credit card. He always carried one with one side ground down to have a razor-sharp straight edge and the other serrated--one for slashing the face and the other for cutting rope if needed.TH

As a teenager, he also told tales of breaking the antennas off cars and using them in a fight. They could cut through a man's skin like butter at full length if appropriately swung. Plus, they allow you to keep your distance from the business end of a sharp knife. But since they no longer manufactured on cars, he taught me how to use my belt.

The belt is just a smaller version of a whip; if used correctly, it can be devastating. The pop you hear as the whip cracks is the tip breaking the sound barrier. My brother practiced outside on things like spiders and bees. (Note: Bees are not good practice targets; they have a lot of friends.)

When bored, I occasionally walk around the yard, breaking leaves off trees to hone my Sargartian skills. And I'm about to find out if it would wreak havoc as my dad promised but first had to piss Larry off.

I smiled at the love birds and said, "John, it's a deal on one condition. I will forgive Molly and take her back, and there will be no retribution.

"Name them," said Molly, smiling back lovingly at him. And that's when I had them right where I wanted them.

"Yea, name them," parroted John. "Anything. You'll have it."

I turned to Jackie and inquired, "Let me get this straight. He is paying for the night, and I get the experience anal, blow jobs and do you swallow.

She smiled seductively and said, "The whole package, love. But no breaking the skin."

I returned with a gentle smile. "I'm sorry, love, I'm not interested in you. I want Jane. Can you make it happen, John?" I asked. But I want the same experience of anal and swallowing.

John yelled, "Deal. Dennis, how much for your wife?" Molly gasped.

"Dennis's face turned red in anger and yelled back at me, "Fuck you, she's not a whore like your wife."

"Well," I said, "At least we both can agree Molly is whore. But then I went onto piss him off further and mocked him, "Jane won't be a whore like Molly, she'd be considered escort. A higher class of people."

"Dennis, how much do you want?" asked John. "Name your price. I'll give you $10,000."

Dennis walked up to John sticking his finger in his face, "Fuck you, John. I'll kick your ass myself. No one's touching my wife."

He had moved away from Jane to confront John. That gave me the chance I'd been looking for.

I liked Jane, but didn't know if she was involved in this bullshit scheme or not. I felt terrible about what I was about to do and say to her. But she would be collateral damage to her husband's actions to protect John at my marriage's expense.

"I turned my back to Dennis and faced up to Jane. I said loud so everyone could hear me, "Jane, lets you and me head up stars now and I'll show you how a real man fucks you in the ass." Even I cringed at that statement myself.

I pulled off my belt and pushed my pelvis out toward her as I faked unzipping down my pants.

Dennis fell right into my trap. "I'll kill you motherfucker," he yelled, as he charged me in rage. And that's, my friends, why I had hit a record on my phone earlier.

I turned quickly, whipped my belt into position, and snapped it toward his charging face. The belt exploded with an enormous loud crack as it hit directly in his right eye. Dennis dropped to the floor, rolled around screaming and squealing in agony. Jane rushed to his side, trying to help, but got knocked back by his flailing arms from the searing pain.

I grabbed Jane and forced her to look at my face. "Go get him an ice pack." But she still didn't move. It was a shock, I guess.

"I'll get it!" Jackie yelled as she scrambled from the couch and ran into the kitchen.

I reached up and flipped the phone off. No since spending more time in prison than necessary.

I turned slowly to see a terrified Molly and John standing side by side, clenching each other out of fear. The look in my eyes would give them nightmares for the rest of their lives.

I took my belt and joined the two ends. Then, placing my hands on each folded end, I slowly pushed them together, causing the sides of the belt to separate.

I slowly strolled toward the would-be lovers. Their eyes went wide in fear as I pulled the belt's ends away from each other, causing an explosion along the length of the belt as they slammed together.

Then fucking coward did something I thought I never an Apha male do. He placed Molly between me and him. Right then and there, I knew that Molly would never fuck him. No woman wants a man who won't protect her.

That's when John started whining. "Listen, Tom, it was all a mistake. We'll call it off. We didn't think it would upset you like this. It was sex; it didn't mean anything." That's when Molly turned and looked into his eyes and realized the type of man he really was, and she was played for nothing more than a side piece of ass. She threw away everything for a coward.

Now that I had destroyed her view of him being an Alpha, I kept moving toward John, watching him flinch whenever I popped the belt. "Come on, man. It was a stupid idea--just plain stupid." He pleaded.

That was when I gave him an exaggerated smile and sarcastically replied, with a slow, drawn-out reply, "OHHH. Don't wooorryyy; I can fix stupid." Then, I popped the belt together for the last time. "But it's reeeeally going to hurt."