All the eyes in the room were on us, as we regained our composure. "What, you have never seen a man dance with a woman before? I said loudly to no one in particular. "I think no one has seen that dance before in public." Pierre retorted, now roaring with laughter. And that is how my wife and I were aquatinted some years before.
We fell in love and courted for the proper period of time. I was smitten by this Amazon, her beauty and charm were beyond compare. When I was around her magnificent aura, I felt four feet tall. She professed her love for me each day, kissing me on my forehead and calling me her sweet little man. When we made love, I could tell she was satisfied by her intense laughter. Tiffany would laugh for what seemed hours after our intense minute of coupling.
Tiffany, I don't think this is her real name I think she makes this shit up, goes to the gym many times each week. She tells me how hard she works to stay beautiful for me, but her ass seems to grow not reduce. My wife thinks she fools me, however I am an intelligent dictator I am aware of her affairs.
I am man enough to conquer any foe, but I see I am no longer man enough for my wife. I am severely troubled by her indiscretions, the guillotine may be best to cure her wandering eyes. No, this would not be so civilized. I have heard of a legal means to put an end to this crap, divorce.
I hear people say that you must have some proof of adultery for the magistrate to declare the divorce. This should not be too difficult to prove with my many resources, considering I control the courts. Ha, I control every thing except my wife it would seem.
The next day I was awake early. Tiffany leaves the palace for the gym as the sun rises. I will need some assistance to amass the required proof, what I need are witnesses. I summon thirty of my finest troops to accompany me on my spy mission. I will also take Stinky Jacque along to capture the moment.
As stealthily as we can, we creep up to the rear windows to the exercise center. I fear we have made too much noise, thirty rattling sabers create enough noise to wake the dead. But luck is on my shoulder today, the booming noise of the music covers our lack of covertness. I order the men to disperse to the windows and watch.
Inside I spy fifteen or so scantily clad women trying to follow the lead of the fagot dancing in front of them. They are bending and twisting to the gyrating rhythm of the orchestra. "Come on ladies kick it, up and down and down and up. Work it girls move those asses." Boobies are bouncing and asses are swinging in time with the music. Such a glorious display is not wasted on thirty horny soldiers. I scan the room, but find no trace of my wife. Jacque is setting his easel up to make pictures of the scene before us.
I see that I have made an error bringing the men along. They will do me no good with their trousers at their ankles massaging their own swollen cocks. I will carry on this mission alone. I go from window to window until I find Tiffany. Finding an old discarded wine crate to stand on, I can now see my wife lying naked on a chaise. I run to Jacque the Stinky, He is dipping his extended prick into the red oil paint and jacquing off with his right hand.
"Get over here you asshole." I said to Jacque, while I watched the soldiers pleasuring themselves and each other in a few cases.
We ran back to the window, a grotesquely muscled man stood naked over my wife. I instructed Stinky to capture some pictures, while I watched in awe. The man's penis seemed to have muscles, it was truly massive. It had to be at least three inches longer than my own impressive four inches. As angry as I was I could not help but get aroused at the way he took my wife's virtue.
I had never lasted longer than four or five strokes inside of Tiffany, this man had endurance. My hand was now clutching my bulging member as the other found its way to my left nipple through the middle buttons of my vest. Minute after minute he pumped away at my wife. I wanted to kill this man but I could do nothing now but satisfy my own pent up lust. Being so engaged in the moment I was totally unprepared when she screamed as her orgasm took her. The shock caused me to loose my footing on the wine crate, and I fell shooting my own jism on the window as I went to the ground.
Tiffany stared down at me in horror, as she now knew I was aware of her affair. I had the men, now dressed and sexually satisfied for the moment, take lover boy to the Bastille for confinement, with further instructions to put him in a cell with the gigantic black prisoner Bubbier.
I lost all interest in conquest after this. I had no will to pillage. I even sold all of my land in the new world to the Americans. I had loved my Tiffany so very much, but I could not face the people of my empire if I forgave her. She had broken my heart with her actions. So like a good soldier I pressed on the best I could.
Pierre stood by me, trying to raise my spirits. We drank and sang, but the songs made me sad for what I had lost. He even suggested a vacation to the nude beaches on the Isle of Elbow, I declined but told him I would go there one day. My mood remained stoic while waiting for the court date with the magistrate.
The preparations had all been made and I entered the court. All eyes were upon me as I walked to the front of the room. I took my place at the table in a specially made chair. I had a writing tray that folded down from behind and sat much taller than a regular chair. The bailiff secured me into my 'high chair' as it came to be called, and slid the tray down above my lap.
Tiffany was seated with her barrister at the adjacent table. Her mother and father were seated behind her to the right. I gave her lawyer a stern frown as he looked at me, knowing he would most likely lose this case before the bar. My attorney smiled confidently as the court room buzzed with chatter.
"Hear ye hear ye, all rise for the honorable Sidney of Burgundy."
Sid was a good friend of mine, we fished together quite often to relax. He really wasn't from Burgundy, that was his drink of choice. He did sauce it up pretty often. I hope he is hung over now, it will make the hearing go much faster if he wants to go home and sleep it off. He looked to me and gave me the thumbs up signal. It appeared like Tiffany's lawyer had just pissed himself.
My attorney was the first to speak, he told Sid and the audience of the affairs that I had suspected Tiffany of. The court was hush to hear, Tiffany sat with a smile as her dalliances were recounted, a woman rapt in the tales. As I watched her, she revisited each lover as they were named. Max, my lawyer, was skilled with his delivery of words, after his hour-long dissertation of my wife's scandalous behavior there would not be a dry pair of underwear in the room.
Her mother looked faint at the prospect that her daughter could really act this way. Her father was flush with a leer as he gazed at her with longing. Every other eye was fixed upon the hussy that had been my wife. Max then called Stinky Jacque to the witness chair. Jacque produced sketch after sketch of Tiffany locked in her lovers embrace. The pictures were direct evidence of her adulterous affair. Her lawyer sat with his head in his hands weeping to himself. Sid studied each explicit drawing with great care, licking his lips and putting his hands under his bench. He would look alternately at the picture then to Tiffany.
