Premeditated 1

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Literotica 750 Word Project 2021

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A story about balancing the books in 750 words.

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"So, why are you here?"

"Me? Sure. Why not? I've got nothing to lose now.

"Eight months ago I was happily married to a loving, gentle, and considerate man. We got married right out of school and a few years later we started our family. I had the classic American family, a boy and a girl. I had a career, and I was doing well. I got some promotions and with those promotions I was given more responsibility.

"I had this friend at work named Cheryl. She was a two-time loser, divorced twice, but she knew all about men. She was filling my head with stories of wild nights with different men and telling me to 'go for it' while I still could. I wasn't getting any younger... It would fulfill me. She said it would make my marriage stronger. She was an ass.

"It was the perfect storm. I'd been a virgin when I married Bill, I had all those responsibilities with work and the kids, and after fifteen years the bedroom had grown predictable. I'm not saying I wasn't happy. I just wanted some excitement. I felt old like the best of my life was behind me.

"I couldn't bring myself to cheat on my husband, so I told him what I wanted to do. Suffice it to say, he wasn't happy. He told me no. He threatened divorce. I told him that I loved him, but I was going to do it, anyway. 'It's just one night...' I told him '...and then I'll come back your loving wife and never do it again. If you love me, you'll give me this.' He yelled and screamed and then he stormed out of the house. I was a fool.

"That was Wednesday. Friday, I left from work. His name was Frank. He'd been flirting with me for weeks and Cheryl assured me he was great in the sack. Apparently, she had sampled him already. We met for dinner and dancing. He was charming, I suppose, although looking back I see now it was all an act. There was nothing real. We danced for maybe an hour and then he took me to his room. Let's just say that Cheryl exaggerated his skills considerably. I had better than him waiting for me at home, or so I thought. Frank wanted to take me to breakfast in the morning and then return to the room, but I'd had enough. The whole thing had been a colossal mistake and all I wanted to do was get back to my family and have my husband reclaim me.

"Well, you can hope... Right?

"He never did. We talked, I pleaded, but he didn't have it in him. That's the thing. When I betrayed him, I didn't just disappoint him. I took his manhood. I made him feel unloved and inadequate. I robbed him of the self-respect that he needed to forgive me, that I needed to gain his forgiveness. I broke him and destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me all because I was in a rut, I was bored, and I lost sight of what I had. I was such a fool.

"He tried, but eventually he couldn't try anymore. The divorce was quick. We both share the kids, but we don't have each other anymore.

"Cheryl tried to tell me it was Bill's fault and if he really loved me, he would get over it. I told her to go to hell.

"That's when I started planning and working on what would bring me here. I started going to the gym every day on my lunch hour and whenever Bill had the kids. You probably think I was doing Pilates and the stationary cycle. I did plenty of that, but I also worked the weight machines. I built my upper body strength and I started doing those workouts where you punch and kick. I was in training.

"This morning, two months after the divorce was final, I walked up to Cheryl and without saying a word I hit her right in her lying face. I broke her nose, knocked out some teeth, and I think I broke her cheekbone. Our coworkers called an ambulance. My boss called the police."

I looked at my cellmates. "So, here we are, just the four of us -- three whores and a psycho bitch."

I looked at myself in the small mirror across the cell, screwed to the wall above the sink. "You still bored?"

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I've read so many stories where the wife has a "friend" who fills her mind with garbage. The wife goes for it and loses everything, but the friend never pays a price. The friend needs to pay a price.