No sex in this one:
It was Friday night, and I was trying to talk my wife out of going on a date with some guy who had a big dick. While Jesse was putting on her make-up, I was begging her not to go.
"I really need this, Jack. Next year we'll be working on our family, and it will be too late."
"Jesse, if you go out that door, there will be no 'us" to start a family."
"Are you threatening me Jack? You're really becoming annoying. I can't believe you're giving me such a hard time with this. I'll come back tomorrow, you'll forgive me, and everything will be the same. Now get out of my sight and go downstairs and have your little pity party."
Before I left our bedroom, I dumped some ground up sleeping pills into her wine. That wasn't plan 'A' which was trapped in a huge traffic jam on the interstate. But I had to keep her from leaving.
I heard a slight thump from our room, and I found Jesse half on and half off our bed. Feeling incredibly guilty, I got her out of dress and the sexy bra and panty set I never saw before. While changing her underwear, I saw that she had shaved her pussy, something she would never do for me.
Looking at the way she had dressed herself, I realized I may have stopped her from actually fucking the guy, but she had already broken our wedding vows and my heart.
It was time to put my revised plans into play. Jesse never locked her phone, so I've been following the plans for tonight for a couple of weeks. The instigator was Stephanie, who was the biggest slut in our high school. Jesse and Stephanie never traveled in the same circles in high school, and I was surprised they became friends when they started working together.
In the morning, I heard Jesse begin to stir and I headed to our room to give her a drink of water. She was very confused, so I invited her to the kitchen for some coffee.
"What happened last night Jack, I remember getting dressed to go out, and then I woke up and I'm in my sleeping clothes."
"I didn't want you to go get laid and I didn't think you were taking my protest seriously. Unfortunately, my original plan got tied up in accident, so I had to improvise, and I drugged you."
"You fucking drugged me Jack, do you know how fucked up that is. You were talking about an end to us, and you just made it happen." Jesse was stomping around the kitchen cursing me.
And then the doorbell rang, and Jesse was served with the divorce papers my lawyer drew up. She opened the envelope and collapsed in a chair.
"Jesse, my plan had been to present you with the divorce papers last night hoping you would realize how serious I was. But the process server was tied up in a serious accident.
"How did you know before last night, it would take days to have these prepared."
