He Left

This is a quick story without any sex.

I will admit I read cuckold stories for the same reason I watch trainwrecks. Most of these stories start out slow with the cuck telling the spouse of a fantasy, then it accelerates down the emotional 'tracks' to where the cuck burns and crashes. While predictable, many times I wish the cuck would pull the 'emergency brake cable'.

This is my take on when enough, is enough.

He Left

My sister-in-law came into the house, putting her luggage down, "What are you doing here? Where's John?"

"He left."

"What do you mean, he left. Where did he go?"

"That's a deep question, but he left me with this to give to you."

She opens the small box and takes out the cock cage restraint. "So you know?"

"He told me everything before he left. How you were such a mean wife who, kept pushing things. First it started as a fantasy; then he allowed you to have a lover, because he loved you. Then you kept pushing the envelope. Humiliation kept being ramped up. But what really disappointed John was when you went off for three months, 'incommunicado'. He could not reach you. Nobody could."

"He went along with all my shenanigans. Tell me where he is. I want to explain things to John."

"That really is a deep question. Where he actually is, is a spiritual question."

"I will call him and get to the bottom of this."

"You mean with this here cell phone you left behind. John and all of us were trying to get ahold of you for weeks."

"I didn't want John to get ahold of me. It was part of our 'game'."

"But you were gone for over three months."

"John was aware of my leaving and how long. He actually enjoyed it."

"Perhaps you enjoyed it, but John in the end, before he left, certainly did not enjoy 'it'. He was quite angry right before he left."

"I will make it up to him. He likes it when I tell him about what happened. I am calling him right now."

The cell phone rings in my pocket. I answer, "Hello."

"What are you doing with John's phone?"

"He left it to me."

"How can I get ahold of him?"

"Like I said, that's a deep question."

"I don't have the patience for your cryptic talk. I've been on a long trip. I'm tired and I need to rest and relax. Alone! Please leave." I sat down on John's chair. "Look just leave. We both know we don't like each other. Just get out."

I get up and go to the kitchen and bring down John's favorite bottle of whisky and pour two glasses. I try to hand my sister-in-law a glass. "I think you'll need it." She just brushes it aside and demands that I leave. I go back to the living room and sit back down in John's chair. I sip the whisky methodically.

My sister-in-law puts her hands on her hips glaringly, "Get out! I need to change. When I get back, you better be gone."

She marches off to her bedroom but I quickly intercept her and stand in her way. "Go left," I point.

"Get out of my way." Going around me, she proceeds to the bedroom. But quickly returns, "Where are my clothes?"

"I told you, to the left. I left them in the garage."

"Get out now or I will call the police."

"Be my guest. Actually, you are my guest for now, but I have had enough of you. I want you to leave."

"I am not going anywhere. You get out now. I'm serious. I'm calling the police right now."

"That will just expedite you quick departure," I said, as I finish the last of the whisky.

"Okay." she hesitantly quips, "I will play your game. Why would I be leaving my own house?"

"He left it to me."

"Enough of this nonsense. Get ahold of John. I want some real answers."

"I can't."

"I know, because he left." she replied with wryly.

"Now you are getting it. And he left everything to me. Well you still have your clothes and personal items in the garage, but everything else he left to me."

"John can't do that!"

"Oh, but he could and its all quite legal."

"I am calling my lawyer."

"That's the most intelligent thing you have said yet. But he will tell you, that you have one day to vacate my premises."

"Will my lawyer tell me where John is?"

"Yes, but as I mentioned, it is a deep subject."

"Okay, why is it a deep subject?"

"To be precise--six feet deep."

She pauses then she almost faints, "You mean,..... he's dead?" I nod. She breaks down to her knees and wails.

"And you killed him."

"What? No, please tell me it isn't true."

"You literally killed him. John died of a broken heart. Not suddenly, it took six days for his heart to fully give out. But, that was enough time for him to change his will. I am the primary beneficiary. You weren't even here for the reading of the will. But he left you something."

I opened my wallet and handed her a one dollar bill. "He left me with instructions to tell you, 'Don't spend it all in one place!' "

"I will contest the will."

"Good luck. I have been living here for the past two months, while you were away who knows where. Don't forget, possession is 9/10ths of the law. Now, don't let the door hit you on the way out."