"My Wife Takes a Final Bow."
by Lustdarkly
A follow-up to - "Bully and My Wife Part Ways."
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My wife let out a startled, pained yelp. I rushed to her aid, to the front door, and came face to face with the source of her alarm. There, to my astonishment, standing larger than life on our doorstep, was the Prick, James Thompson, the source of all our grief for the last eight weeks. Adrenaline spurted into my stomach and I nearly rushed him but his defensive manner gave me pause. He was almost cowering.
"What the fuck do you want?" Karen hissed. "Haven't you done enough damage?"
In one hand, James held a large bunch of flowers which he defensively raised like a shield, taking a slight step backwards. "I'm not here to cause trouble." he hurried. "I promise! I just wanted to... to ..."
"To what?"
"To apologise. For being such a fucking prick. Please? Hear me out for just five minutes? I wanted to come sooner but my jaw was still wired shut. I've literally just had it removed this morning. I've come straight from the hospital because I really wanted to speak to both of you." He rubbed his jaw, wincing.
Karen and I looked at each other, unsure. His jaw had been wired for eight weeks? Wow. I admit, part of me smiled inside. He fucking deserved a broken jaw after throwing my wife about the way he did. Not to mention the fifteen years of schoolyard bullying he'd subjected me to. And also the cuckolding. Can't forget that. He's been using my wife as his own personal fucktoy for half a year! Yeah. Maybe eight weeks wasn't long enough. However, something had us curious. Two weeks after that awful night, James had dropped the civil suit against me and we wanted to know why. That's why we let him in.
"I'd never have sued you. I was just angry and... and hurt." he said, sitting down on our sofa.
"Hurt, how? What do you mean?" I asked.
He looked at Karen. His eyes were red and I thought for a second, I actually thought he was going to cry. "Because I knew I'd lost you." he muttered, addressing her directly. Taking a deep breath, still clutching the flowers, he added, "The main reason I wanted to speak to you both in person is that I wanted you to know that I'm not going to upload any of the...sex-stuff onto the Internet. That was another empty threat. I shouldn't have said that. I'd never do such a thing. I wouldn't do that to my worst enemy."
Karen and I looked at each other, feeling hope and relief for the first time. If those recordings got out, we worried it would wreck normal life for us. Our families would see, our colleagues, our jobs might be on the line. The humiliation would be so unbearable we were even talking of moving house.
"I'll delete it all, if it's what you want." said James.
"It is!" Karen answered at once. "Delete all of it."
James nodded, miserably. "I promise. I will."
At that moment, Mr. Rippendale came bursting into the house brandishing one of his walking sticks like a cudgel. "Where is he? I saw his car outside!" James leapt defensively to his feet, shielding himself again with the bouquet. Karen and I had to grab our elderly neighbour to stop him flying at James, though probably, he wouldn't have done much damage anyway, stick or no stick.
Karen and I both made us all tea, giving James the chance to apologise to our neighbour for striking him that night. After he'd finished visiting with us, James had planned to go over to John's house also. We listened in amazement at the sincerity in James's voice. Was this the same person, who, two months ago was the most arrogant prick in the world? He went on at some length and seemed so genuinely regretful of his actions that John eventually allowed James to shake his hand.
What was the cause of his violent outburst? I wanted to know. That night, James wasn't just angry, he was damn near out of control when he silently entered our house and saw Karen, stark naked in our neighbours lap, sucking his tongue while John fingered her clitoris. Not only was I also in the same room - but she was my wife! Not his! If anyone should be cracking up, it should have been me! Jealousy, surely was not the cause. James himself has made my wife fuck numerous male friends of his - even his fat, disgusting business associates! So why had he lost control?
"Because I love her." He said simply, stunning us all into silence. "Because I've loved her since the first night I saw her. And I knew she was losing interest in me. I was losing you." He said to Karen. My wife squirmed uncomfortably in her chair.
"You were using her for sex!" I accused him.
He shook his head to disagree. "You mean, I was her bull? No. I wasn't. Not really. I wanted you to think that. I wanted Karen to think that too because that's the role she needed me to play. The arrogant master. That actually ...", he paused, "That actually, isn't me. Karen likes to be dominated so I dominated her. Don't get me wrong. I loved it. It was filthy and sexy and fun and it came easy to me because I was a bullying little prick when we were young, as you know, Tom. But I put that side of me in a box, years ago. I'm actually quite a kind and considerate person these days. I try very hard to be."
"But the first night at the school reunion... You so were so fucking arrogant!" I argued.
He nodded. "I saw you come in together and couldn't take my eyes off Karen. She's the most beautiful, amazing person I've ever seen. I watched you both the whole night. And when I saw Craig and Graham slip off to the toilets, I seized my chance. When I grabbed your waist and called you a little slut," he addressed Karen, "I was bolder because I was half drunk and I'd just done a line. I was so jealous that you had such a beautiful wife, Tom, that I wanted to take a snide little stab at you, the way I used to when we were kids. I thought you'd actually hit me but I thought it'd be worth it. I didn't care." He smiled, adding. "You totally should have."
We were all stunned by this revelation. Karen didn't say anything. She was deep in thought.
"You won't see me again. I'm not going to pester you anymore. I feel ashamed by how I acted. I had no right to do what I did and again, I'm sorry. That's all I wanted you to hear."
He handed Karen the bouquet and we followed him to the door. John and I shook his hand. He held mine longer than was necessary and I felt him regretting all those childhood years of torment and wanting to say more. Karen hung in the background, her nose buried in the flowers, unreadable. James gave her a little smile, got in his car and left.
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Weeks and weeks passed. James was true to his word. He didn't contact us again and I started to think he was out of our lives for good. But then Karen came home late one night wearing different clothes from those she 'd gone out with in the morning. Worried because it was late, I went to greet her as she entered the house and was taken aback when she practically attacked me, horny as fuck! She tore my trousers open, wrapping both hands around my cock, sucking it blissfully to hardness.
I knew then, that she'd been with James. She was cheating on me!
"Fuck me, baby! I need your cock inside me right now!" she demanded, pulling me so that I slammed her back against the wall. I slid easily into her cunt, right up to the balls, she was so wet! "OH, yes! That's it!" she gasped, ripping her sweater off. Wrapping her thumbs around her bra straps, she smiled at me naughtily and I noticed that her bra was soaking. She pulled it slowly down revealing her gorgeous boobs, glistening because they were still covered in semen. "Fuck!" I gasped, appalled and immensely turned on at the same time. "Is that... is that James Thompson's cum?" Her teeth gleamed as she licked her tongue.
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James was more than a little taken aback to find my wife on his doorstep. She was soaked to the bone beacause she'd been walking in the rain for hours, but it was her livid expression that made him feel a genuine tingle of fear. She looked ready to murder him.
"Karen!" he gasped. "Wha... are you okay? Come in, you're soaking! Let me get you a towel! Take your coat off!" He hurried away, fussing, returning with a towel. She shoved him hard in the chest, startling him. Then she shoved him again, gritting her teeth. "Wha! What is it?"
"I don't know why I'm here!" she screamed in frustration, stamping her foot. "I want to fucking... I don't KNOW! I don't know if I want to slap you or scream at you or... or hug you... or... or fuck you." she sobbed miserably, tears rolling down her face. "I've missed you!"
James threw his arms around her and squeezed her tight, not caring about her wet clothes. She sagged in his arms and deep sobs wracked through her. James too. He also started crying. He held her limp body for a long, long time and she let him, gratefully absorbing his heat, her face smooshed against his powerful chest, his scent, filling her lungs. She closed her eyes and breathed him in.
Time stopped as he held her, releasing her only after her crying had subsided naturally. Tenderly, he moved her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, peeling off her wet coat also. "Look," his voice was reassuring and gentle. "Go help yourself to a hot shower. You still have a lot of clothes in my wardrobe too, so help yourself. I'll go make us some hot-chocolate and put the fire on."
She sniffed and chuckled. "You've never made me hot chocolate before."
He grinned. "I didn't want you to think I was a soft touch. I actually make a really good hot-chocolate."
