Prisoner Of War 1946

All characters engaging in sex are 18+

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They say that all's fair in love and war. Well, I certainly disagree with that. There's absolute nothing fair when it comes to love. And when it comes to war, those who can gain an advantage in any way they can, they'll use it. I certainly did. Fuck being fair about it. All thanks to a woman who I thought loved me as much as I loved her. So I've been on both sides of love and war...

I suppose before I get too deep into how I got to where I'm at today, I should introduce myself. I'm Michael Porter. My friends all call me Mick. (I've always hated "Mike" as a nickname. I don't know why, I just did.) I'm 42 years old and I stand at 6'2". I'm no jock, but I'm decently built because I love to swim. I've got short blonde hair and blue eyes. Most people wouldn't take a second glance at me as I walk down the street. I'm just an average guy doing average things. I guess the only "non-average" thing about me is that the business that I own makes damn good money.

I'm a consultant that helps companies who need technical assistance that their normal IT can't handle when their systems are being affected by malicious software. In layman's terms, I come in an eradicate any viruses they might have and fully safeguard their systems. I've created 4 programs of my own design to completely handle whatever is being used. I could easily sell them and make tens of millions, but I know there are far too many people out there who would use it for their own nefarious methods. I have my own safeguards for that. Now most of what I do is above board, but occasionally I need to get into things that aren't entirely ethical. But when you're dealing with assholes who use ransomware as a way to extort money, you can't fight fairly. Do I break the law? Maybe, maybe not. I definitely bend it when needed.

This is when I probably should start way back in the beginning here, back when I first met my wife when we were in high school. Back then we were just two people who were part of a group of friends that hung together. My best friend (John Gryphon) was dating her best friend (Beth Spencer), so that's when we all started hanging together. Eventually it grew to be 10 of us. A group who just fucked around like teenagers did, doing stuff that teenagers did. She and I didn't really talk much beyond a "hello" or a "hey" now and then, but that all changed in our senior year.

Now the summer between my junior and senior year, I had a growth spurt and shot up from my 5'8" to about 6 foot even. I continued to get taller throughout my senior year to my current 6'2". I went from looking like a geeky kid to a full on adult. Then I started to get the attention of the girls in school. I should've been drowning in pussy, but I wasn't. Just because the body grew up, my mind was still a kid's. Hell, it wasn't until I turned 18 that I finally got a real date with one of my classmates. I'll always remember her. Her name was Kimmie and she had knockers that were absolutely massive. I have no idea just how big, but I think her IQ equaled the bust size. We dated a couple of times, but I grew to hate her giggling at everything and her high pitched voice. Nails on chalkboard. But those knockers...

Unfortunately, I was an idiot and broke up with her at the wrong time as senior prom was fast approaching, but there was no way my nerves could handle her, big knockers or not. I did gather up my nerve to ask a few girls, but they all had dates. At that point, I figured to say fuck it and just stay home. Then the girl who would eventually become my wife asked me out to prom. You could've knocked me over with a feather!

Let me tell you about her. Phoebe McCallister was one of those girls in high school that every guy wants, but few actually get. I know she dated a few guys, but they weren't guys you'd expect. She was fairly popular, but she never dated the star athlete or anyone like that. Nope, she just dated "regular guys". In high school that's a big deal! As I said, she was also among the aforementioned group of friends, too. Phee (pronounced "fee"), was (is) very beautiful, but not like a model. Standing at 5'6", with long wavy red hair, emerald green eyes, a few freckles on her nose, and with a body that was built for sex. I didn't know it then, but eventually I found out that she was a perfect 36-24-36. 36D to be exact. Even today she maintains her weight (approximately 140 lbs.) and measurements.

So when she asked me out, it was totally unexpected. I thought she was seeing someone already, but she discovered that he was "dipping his wick" where it didn't belong and she dumped him. When she found out that I was also single, she asked. I eagerly said yes, of course, and we were inseparable from that point forward. As we dated, we discovered we just clicked. It didn't take long before we were finishing each other's sentences and anticipating what the other wanted or needed. Two 18 year olds acting like that had known each other for years. I guess this is why I fell in love with her so deeply and so quickly. That, and the fact that we both lost our virginity after the prom. Yeah, I know it's cliché, but we both knew then we were in love with one another. A love that I knew that would last forever...

As luck would have it, we both were going to the same college. (Well, actually I had my pick, but one of them was the one that she got a scholarship to, so I let her think it was fate.) Once again, we were inseparable throughout school.... except for a brief time in our third year. Y'see, I caught her with another guy. Not just another guy, but Brandon Q. Giles III a.k.a. Trey who thought his shit didn't smell. Mr. Trust Fund Baby. A guy with a very punchable face, but he seemed to never get punched because of his entourage was always with him. Well, it seems Trey was able to worm his way into Phee's life because they shared a class. (She was studying to be a veterinarian.) The class they shared was an elective and one I almost took, but I didn't give a shit about comparative politics. I wish I had.

Anyway, they got paired together often during class, so they always "had" to study together or work on a project. It didn't really affect our time together, but it did alter things slightly. After a couple of months I realized that I was seeing less and less of Phee. Every day went to 2 or 3 days. Then one night that she never even showed up for our date. I had a sinking feeling. One that, unfortunately, was correct.

Trey had a dorm room in the building next to mine, so he was easy to find. When I got there, 2 of his buddies were at the door, like they were guarding it. When they saw me walking down the hall, I could tell by the looks on their faces that something was up. And when they tried to stop me from knocking on the door, I definitely knew then.

Backing up a bit here, the one other thing that many people don't know about me is I took a lot of martial arts when I was younger. When your dad is an FBI agent and your mom works in security services, you tend to gravitate toward such things. Whether you wanted to or not. I stopped taking the lessons my junior year in high school. No reason, I just didn't want my weekends taken up any more. However, those lessons do tend to stick with you. Something these 2 idiots found out.

A few punches later, they were laid out on the floor out cold. I tried the handle on the door and surprisingly it was unlocked. I slowly opened the door quietly and there was Phee bent over with Trey fucking her from behind. I silently walked up behind them both as she was squealing and screaming in pleasure. I tapped him on the shoulder, he tried to brush me off thinking that I was one of his buddies, but I tapped harder. He finally turned to face me and I cold cocked him. Lifted him off the ground and he crumpled to the ground. Phee stood up and screamed when she saw me. She tried to apologize by making excuses. I told her to fuck off and left.

The next few months were not easy on me. Yeah, I got a visit from the cops. Yeah, I was arrested. Yeah, Trey wanted to press charges. But having a dad who works for the FBI can give you a free pass, well mostly, especially when the cops find out your girlfriend was cheating on you. I ended up doing a few hours of community service and that was it. Publically, dad was pissed, privately he was proud of me while being concerned about what happened. In the end, it blew over, but Trey, steered clear of me the rest of my time there. Though his car developed numerous mechanical issues of which I had no idea how they occurred.

Phee, on the other hand, kept trying to explain, to apologize, make excuses, you name it. I wanted nothing to do with her. She could've gone on a robbery spree and stole millions and killed people and I would've forgiven her. But cheat on me? Fuck off. Zero tolerance for that shit.

Once our third year ended, we were both back in our home town for the summer. I tried my best to avoid her, but the same group of friends did get together. John was still seeing Beth (engaged at this point) and I got suckered into going out with them all when I thought it just me and him. Little did I know that this was going to be an intervention of sorts. Forcing me to sit and listen, forcing her to accept what she did was wrong. It was a long 4 hours. Once done, we were at least talking again. She told me that he tricked her and must've drugged her in some way. Maybe I was an idiot for believing her, but I did, she just sounded so damn sincere. I mean, I just knew there was no way Phee would ever intentionally cheat on me, especially after she had been cheated on, and I knew Trey would do whatever he could to get a piece of ass. My reasoning was that Phee was just too trusting. I accepted her apology and we were back together.

Once we were back together, I still kept a very close eye on her, even though I felt like I could trust her. Trust, but verify. In all honesty, she never gave me a hint that there was anything untoward going on with her, but still... That nagging feeling was still that nagging feeling. A nagging feeling that slowly disappeared and by the time I asked her to marry me, it was gone completely.

Now I knew she still had another 4 years of studying to do after getting her undergraduate degree, while I was done with mine in computer and systems analysis. I knew I could get a job anywhere, so prior to her starting her next 4 years, we got married. Not a huge wedding, just one with family and close friends. I also ignored the fact that she looked a bit overly tired the next day after her bachelorette party. Probably just too much to drink. I know I drank a lot! Nagging feeling? What nagging feeling? The only hiccup was my dad insisted on us signing a pre-nuptial agreement a few days before wedding. I fought against it because I trusted Phee, but he reminded me of what happened a year before. The wedding was almost cancelled, but her mom just told her to sign the damn thing because didn't want to lose the money at the venue. Both of us begrudgingly signed it and put it out of our minds.

The next 4 years were a bit tough on us. She found the vet program she wanted and could afford in Chicago, so we moved there from the Seattle area. Chicago's not cheap, but my parents gifted us a large amount of money in order to buy a house. Not enough to buy outright, but enough for a decent down payment so we could afford better house. Unfortunately, with me being the only one with a job, the house was going to be just in my name alone since her credit sucked. Phee was fine with that, we both said we'd eventually get her name on the deed. Something that never happened because, honestly, it just completely slipped our minds over the years. Now with her doing her schooling and me working the grave shift for a lowly IT job at the time, our time together was precious. What time we did get together was spent in each other's arms. And when she finally did graduate, I was probably the loudest in my applause.

With her now officially a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine, she quickly found employment at a local vet. Thankfully it was fairly close by, so we didn't need to relocate. But now her hours were a little wonky, while mine were more along the lines of being "9-5". Being "low woman on the totem pole", she was on call most of the time, especially nights and weekends. So making plans was never an easy thing. I was seeing her even less now than when she was in school, but when I did see her, it was like a honeymoon.

It was around this time I noticed some small changes in her, but I didn't think much of it. She started to be a little more standoffish, a little more aloof, a little more not her. I brushed it off in thinking it was the job. I should've paid more attention I suppose. We were still like honeymooners whenever we had our times together, but our love making was not what it used to be. She was a bit more aggressive and vocal. I mean, I loved it, but it was odd.

After a few of years of working for someone, she decided she wanted her own practice. As it turned out, one of the smaller clinics were looking for someone to buy into it. The current doctor was looking to retire, so he was hoping to sell out. Phee was there at the right time and in 2 years she was formally the owner. Dr. Phoebe Porter, DVM, was now her own boss. Best of all, she was 5 minutes away now.

Myself, on the other hand, while Phee was toiling away, I was moving onward and upward. No longer a lowly IT guy, but now in charge of a large corporation's entire computer network. I had dozens of guys working under me. It was during this time I also taught myself in how to better battle malware attacks and viruses. Developing counterattacks and figuring out how to isolate the malware without the perpetrator knowing. This was especially key when it came to ransomware. In IT, you usually have enough knowledge in what to do, but I was learning how to essentially nuke any attack, not just block it. I was determined to fully eradicate it. In short order, I decided to leave the corporate world and venture out on my own, but not before signing my first client: my former employer.

Now most companies do have their own techs to handle the small stuff, and I know they're damn good at what they do, but when that company is being maliciously targeted, they need help. Help I can provide. Help that I'm very well compensated for, too.

So here I was at age 35 making more money than I thought possible with a beautiful wife who's also doing what she loves. Life couldn't have been any better. And by now, our lives have settled down to the point where our hours were more in line with one another. Hell, my hours were my hours. I generally worked when I wanted to work.

Around this time, Phee and I had "the talk" about having kids because we were getting older. We both had discussed it prior to marriage and we were both a bit blasé about it. With our careers going the way they were going, we opted to remain childless. We were perfectly fine with that, our parents were not too happy about it because they wanted a lot of grandkids. At least Phee's brother helped them out there! In the end, Phee got her tubes tied to make sure no accidents happened and we went on with life.

2 years later, with Phee's clinic growing and with her becoming more of a voice in local government, I really started to notice a change in Phee. More bitchy, more of a short fuse, more time spent apart. She started attending some local political events and causes to benefit the community. Some I attended, some I did not. The one I did attend was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. This was the one that completely changed the course of our marriage.

Phee said, "Now Mick, do not forget this is a black tie event! Do not embarrass me!"

I rolled my eyes. "I remember, see?" I said while holding up my tux.

"Mm-hm, I see."

She went back to applying her makeup. She never used to wear a lot, but now she liked using bright red lipstick and heavy eyeliner. And then I noticed the dress she was planning on wearing. There was no way it would hide much.

"So, um, Phee?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"This dress. You're wearing this little number?"

"I am. What of it?"

"Isn't a little too revealing?"

She looked over at me with a smile and said, "Oh, no, that's perfect. Absolutely ideal."

I frowned and said, "Well, I would prefer you wear something a bit more appropriate and a lot less revealing."

This time she looked at me via the mirror and I saw a scowl. "You would prefer?

YOU

would prefer?"

I nodded.

Turning to me she said, "Well, I would prefer you just not worry about it. I love this dress and I am wearing it. End of discussion."

"Now hol..."

"Mick. Don't. Not tonight. I'm wearing that dress and that's final. Now go get ready, I'll be done shortly."

I sat there and fumed. I knew when to fight and I knew when to back away. Backing away at this moment was the way to go. I had no idea what was going on with Phee, but she's not the same woman I married. Maybe it was all the pressure of the clinic and this event. Regardless, after the night was done, I was planning on the two of us having a very long discussion about our marriage.

30 minutes later exited the bedroom and asked, "Well? How do I look?"

Sitting in my easy chair as I looked at her, I thought for a moment, measuring my words carefully, and said, "Nice."

"Nice. It's just 'nice'. I'm so glad you think I look nice," with obvious venom in her voice. "Fine, whatever. It's more for someone else's attention."

I stood up and said, "What do you mean by that?"

She smiled and said, "Oh nothing. This is a fund raising event, so I'm hoping to get a few people to increase their donations is all."

I said softly, "I see...."

"Ok, let's go, Mick, I want don't want to be late."

I thought to myself,

"We're already 10 minutes late."

15 minutes later we entered the event and heads turned as we walked in. They definitely were not looking at me. No, they were looking at my wife in her off the shoulder emerald green sequined dress that left little to the imagination. And even though she was wearing 4" matching green high heels, she glided across the floor.

Before we were even a few feet into the event, she said, "Be a dear and get me a Prosecco." And off she went to meet and greet. I shook my head in disbelief, this was going to be a great evening.

Now I should point out, when we first started dating, she was more the wallflower type. Slow to start a conversation, but once engaged she could hold her own. As the years have worn on, she's changed. Now she was belle of the ball and she played to it. Plus everyone knew she was the one to focus on. In the past I may have enjoyed it, now it pissed me off. Gone was my loving wife, only to be replaced by... this.

However, being the loving husband I was, I still got her the Prosecco she wanted, as well as a whiskey sour for me. I barely got a thank you when I handed it to her, but I did get her turning her back to me as she continued her conversation with whomever it was that was soooo engaging. I was just a fucking errand boy.

I decided to say fuck it and just sat my ass down at a nearby table. Let her have her glory. I'll just enjoy my drink in silence.

Someone sat next to me and said, "She sure is something, isn't she? Really fills out that dress."

I looked at him and said, "Hm? Oh. What?"

He chuckled. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, I was just saying that she definitely likes being the center of attention."

I then looked in the direction he was looking and saw Phee. Phee laughing, her hand on some man's shoulder, his hand on her back. Very friendly.

I said, "Yeah, she is definitely something."

He laughed again. "Oh hey, let me introduce myself, I'm Chuck, Chuck Westen."