I haven't written a story for a long time, and most of this was written during a hospital stay. It is very different from my usual erotic love stories with a happy ending. I have been reading lots of Loving Wives stories, so I thought I would have another try. I also wanted to try writing from a male point of view.
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I was surprised when Barney, someone I knew from university, called me to say he was working in my hometown on a temporary project and asked me to meet for a drink.
I was amazed when he casually informed me that he had been fucking my wife for the last fortnight.
"You've got until I finish my pint to run as fast and as far as you can, but make no mistake; I will catch you, and you won't like what will happen when I do."
Barney gulped but didn't move; I will give him that.
"I'm here to apologise; I didn't know she was your wife. I'd never do that to you willingly. To an old pal. She told me she was divorced and looking for some fun."
Old pal? The truth was that Barney wasn't really my pal, even before this revelation. We were all flatmates in the first year of university, so we were forced to get along. I was doing IT; he was the scientist doing Chemistry, and the rest of the lads were doing English. He was always hanging around in our group after that first year but on the periphery. He was OK, but there was always something a bit intense about him that I didn't like. He stared a bit too much, for too long at times, and it unsettled me.
We hung around together; we'd even all gone on a lad's holiday together to celebrate the end of Uni, and I'd drawn the short straw and had to share a room with Barney. I don't remember much about that holiday other than I had the worst hangover ever and had to stay in bed for a couple of days to recover.
The silence at the table was palpable. I gripped my glass tighter, and Barney got paler by the second, but he didn't move.
"I don't believe you. Stephanie would never do that to me, especially with you. She's been nothing but loyal since the day we got married."
"Yes, thanks for the invite, by the way."
"I only invited my friends."
"All the gang except for me."
"So, that's it, is it? You've made up these lies about my wife in a fit of anger because you're still mad I didn't invite you to the wedding six years ago. I haven't seen you in ten years, you sad bastard."
"Well, maybe this wouldn't have happened if you had invited me. I would have recognised her."
With that, he passed over his phone and showed me a nude of Stephanie. She was posing for the camera in lingerie I didn't recognise. She was smiling broadly for the camera. He flicked through the pictures to show me pictures of them together, her smiling eyes wide for the camera. In the final image he showed me, she had her legs wide for the camera, his head between them as she flung her head back in ecstasy. We had always had a good sex life; I had never left her wanting or she me. That's why I found this so hard to believe; I loved her so much. She was my everything, and I knew I was hers. No, I believed in Stephanie; I believed in us too much to fall for this trick.
"Well done, Barney. You almost had me fooled. Very impressive deep fakes, I'll give you that, but I still don't believe you. I know Stephanie, and I trust her. I know she wouldn't do this."
"OK, I'll prove it to you. Tell her you're working late. I know you must work late sometimes; otherwise, Steph wouldn't be free to see me."
I winced as he called her Steph. She hated it whenever anyone didn't use her full name. I tried it once, and I never made that mistake again.
I should have punched him when I could, but I decided to do as he asked. If only to shut him up long enough for me to kill him.
After I'd spoken to Stephanie, Barney picked up his phone and said,
"Hi, Steph. When can I see you again? Tonight, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Don't forget to give Humphrey one of those tablets I gave you in some cheese. You know how he hates me. If you give it to him now, he'll be asleep when I arrive."
"You better be lying, you bastard. If you've touched Stephanie or drugged my dog, you'll wish you'd never been born."
"I didn't know, did I? That's the point. I'm just trying to prove what Stephanie is like because you won't believe me. I'm sorry. I had no idea she was anyone's wife, least of all yours. I'm sorry, mate, but you deserve better. As for the dog, Humphrey will be fine. He hasn't taken to me for some reason, and he does nothing but bark and growl whenever he sees me."
"Well, at least he has some loyalty to me, unlike some."
"That pill won't harm him; it just gives a peaceful nap. Starting to believe me now?" Barney said as he sipped his drink. "Give me 15 minutes, and then come home. I'll make sure that we haven't gone too far. I couldn't do that to you now that I know the truth. I'm just trying to save you from that lying cow."
"How noble of you," I growled.
He left quickly then, and I sat there stunned. Surely, he must be lying. Then it hit me; maybe this was all part of some elaborate prank the lads had set up. They got Barney in on it, and he was so desperate to be back in the gang after all these years he'd agree to anything. That must be it; It wouldn't surprise me that they would all jump out when I got home. That's why Barney said he wouldn't go too far tonight, because he couldn't, as Stephanie wouldn't agree to go too far just for a prank. Those bastards almost got me convinced.
Feeling happier, I finished my pint and started to walk home. I crept in the back door, expecting people to jump out to greet me. Humphrey was suspiciously quiet in his basket. I started to feel a bit worried again. I walked into the hallway; I could hear music playing but no other noise. I walked into the living room, and there in front of the fireplace with his trousers around his ankles was Barney. He was on the receiving end of one of Stephanie's blow jobs. She had swallowed his short cock down to the root, something she could never manage with my longer cock. As her nose settled in his pubes, she pulled back, licked the tip, and as she was about to descend again, she was distracted by the sound of the crinoline lady she had inherited from her grandma smashing the mirror over the fireplace.
In her shock, she bit down on Barney's cock as they were both showered with the glass of the mirror and shards of old lady ornament. Sadly, she had not bitten it off, but enough to make Barney scream almost as loudly as her.
I stood watching all this play out; my legs didn't seem to be able to move. Barney doubled up, and Stephanie brushed off shards of glass as she stared at me in shock.
"It's not what it looks like," she shouted.
"Stephanie, is that the best you can do? Have you got any explanation for why you were deep-throating my old friend Barney's cock. Well, not exactly deep-throating it for obvious reasons," I spat at Barney.
With that, I turned and scooped up Humphrey, dog bed and all. I was taking him to the emergency vet; he was the only one that mattered now.
The vet was excellent, and there was no waiting time at that late hour. Of course, we didn't know precisely what he had been given, but he appeared OK apart from being in a deep sleep. We agreed that he should stay at the vet's overnight as a precautionary measure so that they could keep an eye on him and ensure that there were no long-lasting effects when he awoke--poor little chap.
I stormed home to find Stephanie sitting in the kitchen alone.
