I hate to give away a story line. But I'll acquiesce to our community because I know some won't like this, about a cuckold and a violent confrontation. No warm fuzzies. If that's not your cup of tea don't bother reading this one.
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Calvin headed home. He hated leaving in the middle of the day, but he was sick as a dog. It was cold and drizzling, the cool, adverse weather matching his foul mood. He knew he had a temperature. His head was woozy and he was so nauseous he had to force himself not to throw up. He desperately hoped he'd make it home before he did.
Getting home didn't take long. But with his head pounding, his body racked with chills and his stomach boiling, it somehow seemed longer. He made the last turn and headed toward the back of the house. He unlocked the back door and staggered into the kitchen as he usually did.
He heard rap music playing in the living room. That was odd. He didn't know they owned any rap music. Over the music he immediately heard her cries of distress.
"Oh God! Uhhhh! Oh shit! Uhhh! Oh God!" She cried.
Calvin heard her cries. But it was the slapping sound of flesh on flesh that stopped him cold. His ears picked up the distinct sound of her moaning as a loud male voice bellowed out.
"That's it slut! Oh yeah! Nice and deep, just the way you like it, right? Shit you're fucking tight!"
She responded with a series of gasps and moans.
"Damn you're tight." The unknown man observed with amusement. "Doesn't that puny wimp you married ever fuck you?"
She moaned out loud as he bragged, "All you married sluts love my big dick. Take it bitch and love it. You know you do!"
His sickness was instantly forgotten. Calvin carefully crept across the kitchen toward the doorway to the living room. He was wearing sneakers so his foot steps were silent on the linoleum floor. He probably wouldn't have been heard anyway over the loud rap music.
He tentatively peeked around the corner and what he saw nearly made him throw up! She was naked, bent over the back of the sofa, with a naked, heavily muscled man behind her. The guy had his cap on backwards like he was a bad ass. Calvin thought he looked college age, much younger than her. He was well over six foot and clearly in shape, maybe an athlete of some sort, thick and muscular.
His hands gripped her wide hips as he forcefully slid his manhood in and out of her tight slit. She was gasping loudly at each thrust. Her skirt and panties were on the floor and her blouse and bra shoved up to her shoulders, exposing her snow white breasts and pale, jiggling ass.
The man stopped thrusting and attempted to reposition his erection. After a moment she begged, "No! I told you I don't want it there! Not there damn you! I already told you NO! Not there please!"
"Shut up slut." He laughed holding her tight. "I've waited long enough to tap that fat ass of yours. Just cause your husband's too much of a pussy to get it, don't mean I won't."
He added with an evil chuckle, "If he's not gonna enjoy your big fat ass, then I will. Its right there now bitch, feel it going in? Nothing's gonna stop me now."
"But...but it'll hurt! You bastard!" She cried in a panic. "I know it will. Stop! You can't do this to me! Stop, please...ohhh...!"
"That's too damn bad!" He yelled, slapping her so hard it left another pink hand print on her fleshy bottom. "Shut the fuck up whore. Its going in, no matter what. So get ready for it. You're gonna take it, one way or the other."
"But I never, he never..." The woman gasped, silent before letting out a whine of pain. "Oww! Owww...noooooo...!"
He snickered cruelly. "I don't care if you're stupid, pussy faced husband never ass fucked you bitch. I'm not waiting anymore. I'm taking your ass today. He's too much of a wimp to be a real man."
She cried, "no, no..." over and over but he just laughed. "Relax your butt you bitch and I'll go slow. Either way I'm shoving this dick into your fat ass whether you like it or not." Her answer was a series of sobbing moans and guttural grunting.
Calvin had seen enough. He was scared but he had to stop him. The man was brutalizing her and he loved her like no other. At all costs he had to protect her from this slimy animal. This was nothing more than a brutal rape. A primal sense of rage set into his mind as he quickly decided what to do.
The guy was clearly bigger than him. Much bigger. In a physical confrontation Calvin knew he had no chance. If he just barged in and shoved the guy off her, there was no telling how it would turn out. She would help him, he knew that. But if the guy was ruthless enough to sodomize her against her will, he could probably put both of them in a hospital, or worse.
Calvin crouched down. Using the recliner by the door to hide his movements, he crawled past the doorway into the hall. In the hall closet was the rifle he got as a Christmas gift a year ago. It was set high in the closet for safety, so that children wouldn't be able to find it. They always had guns in the house. It was their tradition. But all firearms except this rifle were in the gun safe in the basement.
The household rules about firearm safety had been drilled into him. Only this weapon was not in the safe, temporarily lodged in the closet because he had just cleaned it after rabbit hunting this past weekend. He hadn't yet put it back in the gun safe, and was glad now that he hadn't.
He took the key from its hiding place and unlocked the safety lock that he always kept on the trigger guard. With trembling hands he opened the box of ammo on the shelf and loaded the weapon. It was only a 22 caliber rifle. But he was using a 22 long rifle cartridge, which was a much hotter round than a regular 22 bullet.
It would certainly do the job, if he could keep his wits and not miss. That was unlikely since the asshole was just a few feet away and he was a crack shot. But he had never confronted anyone before with a weapon. He could only hope that in the heat of passion he would keep his sanity and shoot straight.
