I was in a shitty mood when I wrote this. Although this story takes place in Red River Falls, it has absolutely nothing to do with anything regarding my other stories. I just wanted to write something about a guy getting some self-respect back. This story is pure BTB all the way. If you don't like that kind of story, that's fine; to each, his own. Just move along. If you're just gonna throw hand grenades, just move along. Go be a jerk on someone else's time.
Getting Back to Square One
The lights were off in the entire house and I sat at the kitchen waiting for them to come in. I knew who, I knew what and I knew where. I just didn't know why. Sometimes, it is absolutely amazing that you think you know a person so well that you can finish each other's sentences. And then, something comes out of the clear blue sky, which makes you realize that person was a complete stranger all along. Or perhaps they were someone who was just wearing a mask, hiding their true self from you. Maybe they were just a fraud. Yeah, that's a good word for it. A total fraud.
Either way, it didn't matter. I could try and analyze it all I wanted to but everything that happened did so because of choices; because what matters in the end are the choices we make. She made her choices. My friend made his choices. The problem was that her choices and his choices didn't match up well with
my
choices. And when I found out about everything going on from a source intimately close to the situation, I decided to make a new choice of my own.
I chose to unleash hell.
My house, I refuse to think of it as
our
house anymore, was a simple tri-level with a two-stall garage in a fairly comfortable middle-class neighborhood. My name is Tyson Peterson and I happen to be a Sergeant with the Red River Falls Police Department. Technically, I was supposed to be on duty that night. I work from 15:00 to 23:30, which is a shift I rather enjoy. My Lieutenant, Rich Striker, is a pretty cool guy. Our boss, Captain Pete Sturgeon, is hard to read most of the time and he can be a complete dick some of the time. Since Rich was off work today, though, I had to tell my Captain about my little problem. Much to my surprise, Captain Sturgeon actually said he understood and told me to take the rest of the shift off and let him know when my "problem" was taken care of.
And so, there I sat waiting for the proverbial fecal matter to strike the oscillating cooling device; waiting to unleash hell on a couple of people who will be rather surprised to experience it. My only concern was whether I could keep myself from going too far.
I heard the keys insert into the lock of the front door. Suddenly, a man and a woman who had obviously been drinking, stumbled and fell through the doorway, laughing.
"My God, it's dark in here!" my wife exclaimed. "The timer lights should have come on, at least."
"Doesn't matter," the man said. "We're not going to need lights for what we plan on doing!"
I could see their silhouettes merge into one as they embraced and engaged in some heavy kissing. It confirmed what I already knew but I still couldn't keep the acid from pouring into my stomach.
"Oh, God, you don't know how much I look forward to my one trip to Red River Falls each year," the man said. That man was Marty Parker, my
former
good friend, who lived in Brainerd, Minnesota with his wife Marsha. Marty and Marsha had been friends of Liza and mine for ten years. How in the hell Liza and Marty could do something like this to me and Marsha was beyond me. But there it was, right in front of me and only a few feet away. And in my own damned house!
"I look forward to this, too, Marty. But shouldn't we have gone to your hotel? I mean, Tyson will be home at 11:30. That doesn't give us much time."
"I'm gonna be here for three days, Liza. I'll more than make it up to you the next two nights, I promise!"
"You better," Liza said, pulling him in for a deep kiss. "But before we get started, I'm gonna grab another glass of wine from the kitchen. Want some?" she asked, slipping off her heels.
"What I want is for you to head upstairs to the bedroom and slip on that sexy lingerie I bought you. I'll get the wine. Just tell me where it is."
"Boy, you don't waste time, do you!"
"I didn't get to be successful by fucking off...except when I come to see you!" God, Marty was nauseating.
"Okay, give me a few minutes and I'll call you up! Don't take too long with the wine."
"Not a chance! My cock can't wait much longer! It needs to be in that incredible pussy of yours and soon!"
"And I can't wait to taste that cock of yours in my mouth!"
My heart sank once again. Getting a blowjob from Liza was a novel treat after twelve years of marriage; and a treat I didn't get to enjoy very often. But here she was making it sound like she'd do anything for Marty. I'd always heard that was the ultimate betrayal of an affair; the fact that your spouse does things for a lover that they won't do for you. If I find out Marty ever got to fuck Liza in the ass, I'll break both of their fucking necks!
Marty stumbled towards the kitchen, groping for a light switch along the way. I was standing in the corner of the adjoining dining room, out of the way but where I could still see him as he probed his way into the kitchen. Finally, he found his way to the fridge and took out a bottle of chilled wine. I knew that I hadn't bought any wine recently, which could only mean that Liza had been preparing for this evening.....just as my source said she had.
Marty held the fridge door open to light up the kitchen and seemed to take forever as he looked for glasses. "Hey, Liza?" he finally yelled. "Where are the glasses?"
"Top cupboard, just to the right of the dishwasher," she yelled back.
Marty dutifully grabbed the bottle of wine and managed to find the corkscrew in its drawer. He then grabbed two wine glasses and made his way back to the living room to head for the stairs. As he did so, I could see Liza coming down the stairs towards the living room. She was back lit by the light coming from the hallway and a wave of sadness cascaded over me as I could see how amazing she looked in stockings, garters, see-through crotchless panties that showed off her trimmed bush and pussy, a thin brassiere and some type of see-through top. Normally, I would have thought she looked downright heavenly or amazing. And 99 out of 100 men would have thought so tonight. But not me. Seeing her in that outfit simply brought out the beast mode.
I maneuvered in behind Marty as he stood there with his hands full, taking in the sight of Liza in all her glory. I deftly reached behind the china cabinet and flipped the hidden switch that illuminated the entire living room. Both Marty and Liza were taken aback by the sudden offense to their night vision. Suddenly, Liza realized it was me standing there and let out a blood curdling scream. Marty, still feeling the alcohol, turned dumbly to look behind him just as I brought the full weight of my collapsible baton down on his left leg just behind his kneecap.
Marty collapsed in a pile, suddenly bewildered by my sudden assault, and was too shocked to even scream or yell in pain. He didn't even have time to process the fact that it was me that had struck him. I shoved him forward onto his stomach, just like I would any perp that I was trying to take down and show some tough love to while making an arrest. Liza continued to scream.
"Liza, shut the fuck up!" I yelled. "If you don't stop screaming right this instant, I swear to God I am going to punch you in the face so fucking hard that you'll still be dizzy a year from now, you hear me?"
Liza, to my amazement, stopped screaming immediately and just nodded her head. She was scared shitless and shaking like a leaf. Suddenly, modesty became important, for some reason, and she covered her crotch with her shaking hands.
Marty tried to turn over, still reeling from the pain in his knee.
"Tyson? Is that you? Jesus, man, I --"
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I punched him in the face repeatedly numerous times, shattering his nose and causing blood to spray all over the living room carpet.
"Oh, God, Tyson! Please stop! You'll kill him!" Liza shrieked.
"You just shut the fuck up, if you know what's good for you!"
I stood over Marty's body as I watched him gasp for breath. He was bleeding badly from his nose and from a few broken teeth, but not so profusely that he was in danger of bleeding to death. But we were definitely gonna have to get the carpet cleaned when this was all over with.
"Tyson, please! Enough already!" Liza pleaded.
"I'll decide when enough is enough!"
