This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the story's characters to dead and/or living people, and fictitious situations to real events, is purely coincidental. Some research went into attempting to present certain situations as realistically as possible, without getting nitty-gritty about it. As such, no doubt there will be issues with some of the facts. If so, remember, this story is a work of fiction.
There is sex in this story, however, it's limited. The bulk of the story is more about human drama and the emotions that provoke the actions that create the drama. Even if we don't understand what drives us -most especially when we don't understand- we are drawn inexorably toward love and hate; as a moth to the flame.
Any grammatical and spelling errors are completely and totally mine. Any inconsistencies are also mine. I've edited the story to the best of my ability (within a limited time). If that's not good enough then someone can apply for the thankless unpaid job of editor, and then you can take the blame, while I take the accolades. This story was begun several years ago, rather than delete it, I decided to finish it.
There are ten chapters to this story. I've uploaded nine, in one file. I'll upload the last chapter (as a separate file) as soon as I've completed it. The reason I've uploaded the story in its incomplete state is to help motivate myself to completing it (I'm constantly working on several other stories, and unfortunately, I lose interest in some few stories. I'm trying to prevent that.). It's a vicious loop.
I remind the readers- especially my harshest critics- I write for my own pleasure. Please keep that in mind. Although, I do appreciate constructive criticism, which I do take to heart, I simply don't have the time to reply to every message or e-mail. I do my best, but that often falls far short. You have my apologies.
With all that stated, I hope you enjoy the story as much I've had writing it.
Chapter One
I was home, working at the computer, preparing for my employer's annual financial meeting being held the following week, when it came. Its' little innocuous melody more an annoyance than a harbinger of heart bursting pain and brain melting fury.
I didn't think anything of the small pop-up informing me I had a new e-mail. I finished what I was doing before bothering with the e-mail, it was maybe an hour before I got around to opening it.
It was addressed to me, by name, but it had some weird, obviously fake sender's e-mail address. The subject line had three words..."View Or Else".
Or else what? They'd spam me?
There was no other message, but the e-mail did have a file attached that my e-mail service identified as video.
I was ready to delete the e-mail, then something stopped me. Call it a sixth sense, because right before hitting the delete button I asked myself, 'Why not look at it? Maybe it's one of my friends who'd sent a video of some hot babe they'd gone out with and screwed.'
It wouldn't have been the first time. My friends had sent me videos before. Just to rub my face in the fact they were still single and free. Yet, the strange sender address should have clued me, and I knew better than to download the video, but...
With a slight grin on my face I clicked to view the video, the video player opened as soon as the download was complete, and after a moment of dark blankness, it began to play.
It was a hot babe.
It was my wife's beautiful face staring intently into the camera, her luscious lips painted red and smiling seductively. Her long wavy hair was loose and splayed across her fair shoulders, framing her face in a wreath of ginger colored sexiness while her green eyes sparkled with naughty amusement.
"Hello, my dear husband. I hope you're watching because you really don't want to miss what I'm about to show you."
I began to get excited. My wife, Shela, out of state on a lengthy business trip, had been gone nearly two weeks and might not return for another two weeks, depending on how quickly they tied up things with her company's client. It wasn't unusual for her to send me photos of herself in various sorts of undress or for us to video chat while she was out of town. This was new, however. Oddly, she'd never sent me a video before. The other strange things were the fake sender's e-mail address she used and that she didn't write a message with the e-mail, but I was too engrossed as to what was coming next that I didn't give it much thought.
Regardless, as I fleetingly thought of the strangeness of the e-mail, whatever my wife had planned for me to see and enjoy had my excitement rising. I quickly forgot about the peculiarity of it all.
"Now, Joe, take a seat before I start. I don't want you to hurt yourself." I chuckled in gleeful anticipation, I was already getting horny hearing my wife's soft throaty voice.
"Are you sitting?" A moment's pause. "Good. Let the show begin!" Shela declared with the cry of a sexy carnival barker.
The camera panned out to reveal my wife, sitting naked on a large bed, with her arms wrapped around her uplifted knees. She slowly straightened her legs, letting her arms drop with them. Then just as slowly Shelia spread her legs; wider and wider, however, her arms and hands fell between her legs to block the camera's view (and my view) of her pleasure trove . She smiled again, while her eyes moved to look off camera, then the picture moved sideways!
Whoa!
I could understand panning the camera in and out, using a remote, but how did the camera -that I assumed was either laying on a table or mounted on a tripod- move to the side of its own accord?
As I watched with a rapidly growing suspicion, my horniness put on hold, the camera stopped moving and a few seconds later a naked young guy steps into view.
In confused disbelief I thought, 'What the fuck is going on!?!'
With the camera's new angle I could now see the entire length of the bed, which the naked guy quickly lay upon. Shela slowly and very sensuously scooted down until she lay on her back next to the the man, while crooking her knees outward so that her pussy was displayed to the man's view. The man's hands then began to play all over Shela's body as he kissed her breasts and suckled her nipples. I could clearly see her thick nipples getting hard and jutting out like damning fingers. My wife, the love of my life, the future mother of our children, my best friend, the one I knew I could have grown old with, moaned in orgasmic delight at the touch of another man!
I wanted to stop watching, to tear my eyes away. I wanted to delete the video and pretend I'd never seen it. But, I couldn't. I sat there dumbfounded, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do no more than writhe in anguish as uninvited tears began to run down my cheeks.
Why was Shela doing this to me...To us? Why? What did I do to her for her to be so heartlessly cruel? Was this some fucked up joke?
The man had moved atop Shela as she voluntarily spread her legs even further apart. Because of the camera angle I couldn't see her love portal that was supposed to be exclusively mine. Yet, without seeing, I knew, as they wiggled together, that he was preparing to enter one of the most sacred of places in a marriage. In moments his ass was moving in a rhythmic motion. I watched with increasing dismay as he began to plow my wife. And worse, by her increasingly louder moans, she was enjoying it!
He lifted himself up by his arms, high enough so I could see his engorged cock exit Shela's pussy, then he rammed her. Hard. That's when he began to really go at it. He was moving rapidly, like a well oiled machine. Soon, Shela was screaming words she had never used when we made love. I think that's when my heart gave up the ghost and I began to sob in great heaves of despair. I couldn't see the video anymore as my eyes filled with a blinding drench of tears.
I don't know how long I sat there in soul wrenching agony as the video played, it wasn't until I heard my wife -No! Not my wife anymore, just some slut named Shela- call my name that I became aware of what she said.
"Joe...? Joe? Are you still there? I hope you are! I really do! I hope you saw everything! How he pleasured me like you can't! How I came over and over, like you have never been able to do for me. How hot he made me! Hotter than you could ever make me with your little prick! I hope you saw all that, because that's the last time you'll ever have the pleasure of my body or my heart! And, he's been getting it since I've been here! I'm filing for divorce as soon as I get home, you cheating asshole! Yes! That's right! I know about your little affair with that blond headed whoring bitch of a slut! So don't go playing all innocent on me, you slimy bastard! Oh, yes, if you aren't out of 'MY' home by the time I get into town, I'll call the cops and have you charged with raping me! Have a miserable life, fuck head!"
What was she talking about!?!
What blond? When? I pummeled my addled brain but nothing came to the forefront. I had no idea what she was talking about. I'd never cheated on her! Unless...it was that one girl I dated in college, she was a blond, but that was over twenty years go, and a few years before I'd met Shela!
Why bring it up now!?!
"One last thing, Joe. When you downloaded the video a little thing called a trojan entered your computer with the video. In a few seconds, this video and your computer will be so much crap. Just like you, asshole! So forget about trying to save it and using it against me, shit head." I heard her laugh a harsh, terrible sound of triumph just as the video went dark.
When the video stopped playing, my computer, as well protected as it was with the best anti-everything money could buy, suddenly rebooted on its own, but when it tried to load up the operating system, it couldn't find it. Fuck! My reports! My meeting! I'd saved them to the hard drive before downloading and running the video and if what Shela said was true about the trojan, everything was corrupted to uselessness.
Whatever hurt and betrayal I'd felt before by Shela's actions was shoved rudely aside and replaced by a rush of mindless rage.
She was going to pay! And pay big time. I would fuck her up until the only thing left of her would be a vague dissipating memory.
