New Years Eve Ch 03 - The real ending.
This is part 1 of MY ending to a story that was started by “mischevious”.
I am just so sick of these stories having such limp dicked wimpy endings, so I decided to write an ending a bit more believable than the standard “ gutless husband” ending where the husband without any balls accepts his wife being fucked by anyone who feels like it. This is so unreal it makes my blood boil. Now, I know we are talking fiction here, but any good fiction has to at least be believable by those reading it. I will be waiting to see the original writer’s ending when he gets around to doing it.
You really should read New Years Eve Ch 1 and 2 by mischevious before you read this and it may make more sense.
For some reason I picked up my jeans and T shirt and put them on while my mind ticked around what had happened in the last few minutes. My wife had just sucked my brother David’s cock and then thrown me out of the room saying he was going to fuck her.
And now I knew I was not about to let that happen even if David thought he was going to score. What was going on here? David’s wife Ann was in there too – surely she would not let this happen? Would she?
David and I are really close, even for brothers, but not so close I was prepared to let him fuck my wife, whether she thought she wanted it or not. This was obviously a case of way too much drinking and a few people acting so far out of character it was frightening me. I was glad I had been the one drinking less and losing far fewer hands at cards than any of the others. I knew David was aware of what to expect if I got really mad – and was I getting mad now thinking he was about to fuck my wonderful wife Marie. How could the mother of my three children possibly intend to do such a stupid thing?
Many years ago David had watched from an upstairs window one day when he was about 18 and I was asking four local “tough guys” to leave our yard and pool and not come back unannounced. The big tough leader of the pack put his nose to mine and asked who would shift them. I had enough of these guys (all about 24 at the time) and their shit - they thought they owned the whole neighbourhood.
So I stepped back – he thought I was going to run away – but I landed a hard right punch right in his stomach and he doubled up in pain. Then I smashed his nose with a quick knee to his face. The other three came at me but by this time something had snapped and I mercilessly beat them up till they were all in a heap on the ground. I then dragged them one by one out onto the street just as the police arrived – David had called them because he thought I was about to be badly injured by these jerks.
The police were hard to convince that I had not used a baseball bat or something similar to give the injuries they were looking at. But they knew the guys and were actually happy that someone had eventually stopped them in their tracks.
When I went inside David was speechless for a while and then overawed by what I had done, even though I was slightly smaller than he. The episode brought back flashes of things I had thought forgotten. When David asked me how I managed to do it I told him I didn’t want to talk about it, but added that you learn you lots of ways you can hurt and kill people when your missions are behind enemy lines.
After I grabbed David’s digital video camera I went to the door and called out to Marie first.
“Open the door and come home with me before you do something you will regret the rest of your life”
All I heard were low mumblings of Marie saying “Don’t”
Then I spoke to David.
“David, you are my brother. Leave my wife alone and open this door now. Or Ann, you open it”
No answer at all, and no footsteps towards the door.
“One more chance David, open the door. If I have to open it I will not be responsible for what happens when I get in there!”
“5 seconds!!” I yelled, now so really pissed off I knew what I was about to do.
The three of these people who, after my three kids, were the three next dearest people in the world to me. And they were all prepared to be part of ending my marriage.
One well placed kick near the door catch and the door jamb splintered. The door swung wildly back on its hinges and slammed against the wall behind it. The camera was running and picked up the whole scene. Ann was kissing David as he kneeled between Marie’s legs ready to slide his not quite erect cock into Marie’s waiting pussy. Funny, I thought, really funny!! David is so pissed he can’t even get it hard. I dropped the camera on the chair and in one swift move picked David up and threw him across the room and into Ann’s dressing table, causing a whole lot of makeup, perfume bottles and the general clutter women have near their mirrors to smash and rattle to the floor.
David looked up in a daze at me.
“Don’t you move a fucking muscle you asshole” I said quite calmly to him, “or I will beat you to a fucking pulp!”
David understood precisely what I meant and stayed where he was on top of the broken chair which must have been extremely uncomfortable – but FUCK HIM!
Marie looked up at me in utter disbelief – she had never seen this side of me ever before. But, let’s face it, she hadn’t needed to see it before. Ann started to get up from the bed to move away from me in fright – she didn’t expect anything like this from me either.
“Stay right where you fucking well are”, I said to her, “don’t go anywhere and everything will be okay”
