This is a silly story. I took a break from another story that I am working on. I wrote this in one day. My fingers are swollen. I hope you enjoy it.
Word of warning, unlike my previous writing, there are a lot of erotic scenes in this story. They are probably poorly written, too.
HEALTH ADVISORY WARNING: THIS IS A SILLY EROTIC HAREM STORY. IN CASE ANY OF YOU ARE FOLLOWING SOPHIA, AIN'T NO WAY THAT SOPHIA IS GOING THIS ROUTE.
Disclaimer
None of this real, it is all made up in my twisted imagination.
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Man, I was beat. I'm ready to lay my head down at my hotel, when suddenly my boss calls me and tells me to be back at corporate by eight am. So, I've got to arrange a redeye flight back, pack up my room and hit the airport. By the time I do all that, it is too late to call my wife and tell her I'm coming home, without waking the kids.
So I had the cab drop me off in front of the house. I was trying to sneak in without waking my two children. Funny, the whole house is dark except for light coming from our bedroom. Normally, we keep a few nightlights on for the kids, in case they go wandering.
My wife's voice. "Baby, are you ready to go again already?"
Man's voice. "Sheila, you always turn me on, but how about sucking on it a bit, to get it extra hard."
I felt my stomach, disintegrate. My kids were almost certainly out of the house and probably at my in-laws, since they stayed over there frequently. From those words, my wife is obviously having an affair. And she has so little respect for me, that they're having sex in our marital bed.
What to do, what to do. Grandpa and Grandma who sacrificed so much to raise me, said to always stay cool. Deep breaths, I owed it to them, not to blow this. I've got a bad temper that I keep behind locked doors. Grandpa said I inherited it from him. He told me how it nearly ruined his life, and he didn't want that to happen to me.
Okay, my marriage is over. Don't go for vengeance, try to get evidence. I pulled my new smart phone from my pocket. One of the subsidiaries, that the corporation I work for owns, is trying to break into the smart phone business. As a result of my job, I was given one to use and test. It has an extremely sharp camera and microphone built in. It also has the ability to record directly to a standard USB memory stick, which gives it a lot, more storage potential.
I quietly set my bags down and pulled a modified 16 gigabyte stick from my briefcase. The stick had been modified with basically a nine volt battery. That way the phones own battery wasn't drained while recording.
I crept up to the open door way, remaining in the shadows of the dark house and started to record my wife, Sheila and my neighborhood friend, Mark Grossberg. They only had the bed side light on, but my phone, had no problems with the light conditions.
Sheila had stopped sucking his cock. She had stopped sucking mine, years ago, and she was spread eagled on the bed while Mark pounded into her. She was making sounds of pleasure and running her hands down Mark's chest.
"Come on slut, tell me. Do I give it to you better than your pretty boy husband?"
"You do me so good, baby. So much better than Steve, I've got to have your cock."
"Are you my slut?" He gave her a couple of extra hard pushes with his groin.
"Yes, baby. I'm your SLuuuut." Sheila groaned out.
Boy, this wasn't helping my pride at all. I better have DNA tests done on the kids and make sure that they're mine. I took a deep breath and kept on recording. Maybe I should have plugged my phone into the wall outlet, before starting, well too late now.
"What about Dan Simmons, am I fucking you better than Danny boy?" Keep calm, keep calm, Dan is or was my best friend. Shit, deep breaths Steve, you can do it. Don't let Mr. Hyde take over, don't let the beast out. I was no longer consciously paying attention to what they were saying. But suddenly my brain heard something that broke my control and I was striding into the room.
Sheila was screaming and Mark was coming off the bed towards me. I snapped the phone closed and the beast was loose.
When I came to, I was just a passenger in my own body. I had Mark pressed up against the wall, with one hand around his throat. I think I was holding him up, about a foot from the floor. Well the beast has always been strong and I do work out. With my other hand I was slapping his face, back and forth. I was roaring at him. Every time he thought to disagree with me, I would tighten and release my hand around his throat.
"YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE, MY BEDROOM, MY BED, YOU ASSHOLE AND FUCK MY WIFE! YOU PISS ALL OVER ME AND YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH IT. I SHOULD KILL YOU; I SHOULD RIP YOUR DICK OFF AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR OWN THROAT!"
"YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO SEE MY WIFE AGAIN. YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO SEE ME AGAIN. IF YOU DO, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. I WILL CHOP YOUR BODY UP INTO LITTLE BITS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
He was crying and blubbering. Mark was an ex-jock, and constantly made a big deal, about his college football career. It wasn't that big of a college. The beast had seemingly completely terrorized him. I wonder what the beast did before I woke up?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You'll never see me again. I'll move. I'll move far away. I promise you, I promise you."
"TONIGHT, NOT TOMMORROW, NOT NEXT WEEK. TONIGHT, BEGONE BEFORE DAWN! YOU FILTH!" The beast threw him in the direction of the bedroom door and he took off running, naked.
Sheila was cowering in the corner. The beast snarled at her. "Come here." I was thoroughly amazed with what was happening. It was like watching a movie, I had no control. Every other time the beast had broken loose, four times in all, I had almost no memory of events.
"COME HERE!" She crawled across the floor and onto the corner of the bed, nearest me.
"I'm so sorry, Steve. I'm so sorry, Steve. I will......"
"Shut up," the beast snarled. "Are you sorry about the times with Danny, too?" Sheila flinched. Hmmm, when I talked I seemed to be spitting blood on her face. Didn't feel any pain, though.
"I wonder for how long and with how many, have you been nothing but a slut." The beast roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her face inches, from my own. He eyes were wide open with terror.
"Please, I'm so sorry. Don't hurt me. I'm so sorry."
"You cheating CUNT. You have defiled this house. You defiled this bedroom. You have desecrated this bed. You have betrayed your husband. You have betrayed your children."
I don't know how she could manage to look any worse, but she did it somehow. He eyes got bigger, her teeth started to chatter, and her face grew even paler. Man, the beast was on a roll, I mentally gave him a pat on the back. Then the freaky thing happened, he responded. I got this feeling that he would always look after me, whoa.
"You will pack up all your things and be out of this house by noon. You will take with you, all the furniture in this bedroom, especially this bed. You will leave everything of mine behind on the floor, neatly arranged. You will respect my belongings. Do you understand?"
"How will I do all that?"
"I don't really care. Maybe you can ask your brutish brothers that I've loaned so much money to?"
"BY NOON!" The beast roared.
"Yes by noon, I understand." Sheila shook and put her hands over her head shielding herself.
The beast took my body downstairs, and picked up my bags on the way out to my car. I noticed Mark seemed to be gone. He threw my bags into the trunk and put me in the driver's seat. At that point, I seemed to be back in control. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror. I had blood flowing from an obviously broken nose. Well, there went my good looks. I started my car and drove to the hospital.
At the hospital, the doctors found I had a broken nose, two broken ribs and a possible concussion. I also had numerous bruises and even two minor stab wounds. They wanted to hospitalize me, but I refused since I had to be into work in two hours.
They also brought in the police. I told the police, that as far as I knew I was the victim, but I wasn't sure because I didn't remember much. I stated categorically, that I was the most severely injured in whatever happened. And I stated, that the other involved party was so lightly injured that they had not opted for a hospital visit. That was obviously true, since I didn't see Mark in the emergency room.
They did a records check on me and I came up completely clean. I'm a long time local resident and I work for one the areas more successful companies. The last is what did the trick and why they let me go.
The officer interviewing me, has a sister that works for the same company. He asked me, if I knew her, and I did. I told him, how I had to get into work, for an emergency that I was called back for. With the way the economy is, public officials and servants, don't want to do anything that might hurt a major employer without good reason. They had my name and address, they decided to trust me for now and I wasn't delayed any further.
I had keys to the company headquarters and I let myself in. I also let myself into my boss's office. Audrey Hammer was vice president and my boss. More importantly her office had a full bathroom with shower and a couch. I took a shower, cleaned myself up as neat as possible and went to sleep. Now here is the funny thing, I still wasn't feeling any pain.
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I pulled into my parking space and I was happy to see Steve's car already there. I kept on sending him out as my ace troubleshooter. He was grossly underpaid and underappreciated by the corporation. I was getting close to being able to do something about it. But it would mean a showdown with my older brothers. We had equally inherited the company from our parents. They being older and men, they thought they deserved the two top positions. It was getting quite tiring having to work around and over them, to keep the corporation successful.
Looking into Steve's office, I noticed that he wasn't at his desk. I continued on to my own, hoping that he had coffee made. My office door was already unlocked and I strode in. Steve's luggage was on the floor and he was sleeping on my couch. I walked over, wondering what time he got in. If he was really asleep, that would give me a chance to stare at his face, a guilty pleasure that I could never fully indulge.
Steve is one of the most beautiful men that I've ever seen in my life. In movies or soap operas that I've watched, there are gorgeous male executives or doctors that are portrayed. Steve actually is that gorgeous and he doesn't even seem to realize it. Me on the other hand, I'm five years older, my hair is going prematurely gray, I don't have time to exercise and I look fifty instead of thirty-five. People have never called me beautiful or even pretty, but at least they haven't called me ugly.
I walked over to the couch and looked down. I gasped; his face was purple and black with bruises. There was some kind of metal splint thingy, around his nose and taped to his head. I knelt down, by the couch and touched his shoulder. His eyes came suddenly open and for a moment he appeared very frightening. But then his face, took on his normal gentle expression.
