AUTHOR"S NOTES: This story is a BTB story with not much sex. It has cameo mentions of characters from my other stories. Most of the story is on our hero Henry finding out about his cheating wife Darcy, and the burning of his wife and her lover Chad.
This is my third LW story. My earlier stories were based on non-traditional LW plots, actions, and ideas. That attracted a lot of support and criticism (I.E. – He didn't divorce and destroy his wife. He whipped her instead and the family was whole again).
This new story is closer to the LW-BTB norm.
Feel free to comment as my feelings are protected by Battleship Iowa type armor.
All characters and scenes are fictional and involve persons 18-years and older.
ENJOY!
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My review of the Petition for Divorce was completed and just required my signature. I paused and held my pen over the signature line. I was in turmoil due to the feelings of anger, disappointment, betrayal, sadness, and regret. My parents had warned me, and I chose to ignore those warnings. They told me to never marry an actress, cheerleader, or model. So what did I do? I married a girl who was all three of them. What an idiot I was to ignore their warning! If I had taken their advice, I would not be in this painful mess.
How did this all come about?
My name is Henry "The Hitman" Heller, and this is my story.
Well it starts back in when I was a kid. My parents were the best, and they really encouraged us to pursue our dreams and be the best. I have a sister named Caitlyn a year younger than me and a kid brother named Justin who is a year younger than her. All three of us were excellent students. As for sports, Caitlyn pursued volleyball while Justin went to soccer.
My sport was football, and I played Pop Warner. My dad had played professional football for two years, and he contributed to my development as a player. He taught me how to read plays and to always trust my instincts. When I became a freshman in high school, I had skills and experience that far exceeded my teammates. I played defensive back and wide receiver. I was so good, that the head coach put me on the varsity squad the second week of the season. I was starting on the varsity squad after three games.
What made me well-known in the state was my ability to use my instincts to know where the plays were going, plus my ferocious hitting ability. During the 6th game of the season, I leveled a receiver coming across the middle so hard, he fumbled the ball. That hit made the internet as a highlight clip. My dad was managing my career, so he gave me the name "Hitman" to promote my name and that made me famous. By the time I was a senior, I had college scouts calling me.
So what does all this have to do with a future divorce?
It was because I was a football player, that I met Darcy Josephine Williams. We were friends from Grade 6. She was a cheerleader and my friend too. During our Junior year, we began to date. Darcy was like a dream girl. She was funny, smart, compassionate, and loving. During my first kiss with her, I felt that we were meant to get married someday, and as time went by we talked about it a little. She also felt the same way about me. She wore my letter jacket during our senior year, and our friends said we made a great couple. In the yearbook, we were voted as the couple most likely to be together forever.
Despite all that, I never got past second base with her. I got some tit and crotch feels, but that was all. She never let me grab her ass. There some times when I couldn't find her or got her voicemail. There also a few times when she walked funny, but I thought that was because of the cheerleading. My instincts were flashing a bit, but not enough to get my attention.
My parents didn't warn me not to date her because they figured that it was a high school romance and that it would end after graduation. They were almost correct.
Although we both loved each other, we had separate career goals. She received a scholarship to study Genetic Engineering while I earned a football scholarship at a small Division 1A school to pay for a degree in Broadcast Journalism. This meant we would be going to different universities.
So with great sadness we broke up after prom night, but not before we made love to each other in a motel room that night. She wanted to save her cherry for the man who she thought she would marry, so she gave me her mouth and ass. She didn't hardly complain or react when I put my manhood up her back door for which should have been our first time at anal sex. We both did our best that night, but I think our inexperience left us both only semi-satisfied. Over the next year, we lost touch with each other.
In college football, I struggled my freshman year, but I kept getting better with encouragement and advice from my Dad. I started in my last two games. During my sophomore year, I was near the top of my game and led the team in tackles and interceptions which included two Pick-6s. Then my head coach took a job at a bigger program, and so I was allowed to play someplace else. I was recruited heavily, and picked a top SEC school.
There was a big pep rally before the first game. I was one of the few players who volunteered to say a few words about our first game of the season. As I did, I looked over at the cheerleaders and staring back at me was Darcy! As soon as the rally was over, we sought each other. We hugged and started talking at the same time rapidly. I put my fingers to her lips and grabbed her hand so we could leave the noisy madhouse.
We ended up at Culver's and got caught up over burgers, fries, and milkshakes. She looked even more beautiful than she was in high school. Her brunette hair was a little shorter now and wavy. Her 5'4" inch body was more toned and muscular, but she still looked very feminine. Her breasts went from an 'B' cup to a 'C'. She just looked so great!
She told me that she did go to UM, but left after a bad break-up with her boyfriend. So she transferred our university. I got her caught up on what happened to me. So for the next two years, we became exclusive. It was a cliché relationship with the cheerleader and the football player in love with each other.
We had sex on our 21st date and after we won the conference championship. We left as soon as the game was over. It was a special loving moment when I took her to my apartment and slowly peeled off her cheerleader uniform. I then kissed all over her body, and ate her pussy with her legs on my shoulders, and my hands on her 32C breasts. Finally, I put my cock tip to her pussy lips, and she yelped in pain as I took her cherry, then as I gave her deep, power strokes she relaxed and began to feel sexual heat. We almost came together. During the night, we fucked like bunnies. However, we had sex without thought of consequences four days before her ovulation phase and were fortunate she didn't get pregnant.
However, our relationship was tough on me. I asked her to move into my apartment, and she refused saying that we weren't married yet. There were times when I couldn't reach Darcy by phone. One time I went to her apartment, and her roommate told me that Darcy went out of town.
When Darcy returned two days later, I asked her about that. She nervously said she had gone on a field trip to M.I.T. to inquire about a doctorate program and later visited Gen1 to do an interview for an internship. I asked her why she didn't let me know about the trip, but she said the Gen1 opening came up quick due to a cancellation, and she was too much in a hurry and nervous to call me. I also noticed that her freshly laundered clothes on the kitchen table, and some of it were sexy lingerie that I had never seen before.
My instincts told me something wasn't right, but I ignored them because it was Darcy.
Another yellow flag was that Darcy made some money from regional modeling and doing a few local television commercials. I didn't like seeing her doing bikini ads and kissing another actor on screen. I told her my feelings, but she dismissed them with a laugh.
"Oh, is my boyfriend all jealous now? Well don't be, because I am a one-man woman," she said with hot look on her face. After some hot sex, we started talking marriage and kids.
I planned to ask her to marry me immediately after the championship game with some help from our friends. With the national championship on the line and with the score 24-23 in our favor, our opponents drove down the field to our 34-yard line. There was 11 seconds left as their quarterback dropped back to pass under pressure. I intercepted the ball and ran it back for a 66-yard touchdown return. The game was over after a squib kick.
I ran to the cheerleaders as an assistant coach handed me the ring box. I found Darcy, got on one knee, and asked her to marry me. She said yes! There was loud cheering from the players, cheerleaders, coaches, and fans from both sides. It wasn't until later that we learned that my proposal was aired on national television, and it was run over and over again on different networks.
After the game, some of the players and cheerleaders, along with their significant others, went out to celebrate at a popular bar and grill restaurant. After an hour, Darcy and I slipped out, got home, and had a tender round of love-making.
It wasn't until 11 A.M. that I got up with a big hangover. As I consumed a bowl of cereal, I saw a long list of messages from well-wishers. There were also some messages from my parents. I already knew what they were going to say. I called them, and they were not pleased with my engagement to Darcy.
"Your mother and I saw your proposal on the television. Son, we talked about this. That girl is a cheerleader, not to mention a model and an actress. That's triple trouble. Girls like that are narcissistic sociopaths, high maintenance, and ego-centrist. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don't ruin it with this girl."
"Dad, I know what I'm doing. Darcy is beautiful, smart, fun, and loves me like crazy. I love her too. We already decided that we are going to have three kids. We even picked out their names. We are going to make it to old age," I said with enthusiasm.
"I hope you're right, son. I truly am. Just remember that when I was playing pro-ball, I was married for 11 months of hell to an actress-singer, who was also a high school cheerleader in her teen days. It took me four years to recover from that. Then I met the perfect woman, your mother Sarah. She was the bank manager who helped me with getting a commercial loan expedited. Now its 24 years later and we're still together. Please reconsider son before it's too late."
My Mom chimed in with an anxious voice, "Please listen to your father, son!"
"I want to marry Darcy, mom," I said stubbornly.
"What do your instincts tell you, Henry?" Dad asked quietly.
