My slut wife. The Final Chapter
During our last year together, my wife became very derogatory towards me, putting me down as a man and telling me I wasn't able to properly satisfy her. Twice that year she disappeared on me and the boys. The first time she went missing, she called the next morning and said she was at a YWCA safe house because she was afraid of me and was having a panic attack and her counselor wasn't going to let her come home until she felt my wife was ready. She was gone a week.
A few months later, she disappeared only this time it was for a month, same story, panic attack and staying at a YWCA safe house. About two months after she returned, we were in bed one night and she turned to me and said, "Honey, I have to tell you that I'm having an affair."
"I thought so." I said, "Anyone I know?" She wouldn't answer. I asked, "When did you meet and how did the affair begin?"
She went on to say how he would often drop by for coffee. Then he would take her to lunch. One day he took her to a nice restaurant and they had lunch in the bar and she had a lot to drink and afterwards, he walked her across the street to the motel and fucked her. She told me he was very large and really filled her up. Then they would meet up at houses he had built or he would take her out in the orchard and they would fuck in her car. From the description I knew it was Evan, one of my best friends. I had been up hunting with him and knew he was hung like a horse. He would say to me how he played around on his wife, bragging that he loved married women because they knew it was just for fun, nothing serious. I never thought one of his conquests would be my wife.
I didn't sleep that night and the following morning I strapped on my 357 and went looking for him. I found him working up on the second floor of an apartment building, kneeling down reading blueprints and was within 25' of him when it hit me that if I shot him I'd never see my boys again. I had planned on shooting him in the balls or shooting his cock off. I turned and got back in my truck. I pulled back out onto the street but was crying so hard I had to pull over for almost a half an hour. Finally I got home and she was standing there in the hallway, her arms crossed giving me a stern look. She asked, "Well, did you shoot him?
I said, "No, he wasn't worth it."
Billi got in my face and said, "What's the matter, NO BALLS? Evan would have shot anyone fucking his girl." And stood there glaring at me. I backhanded her, leaving a big red mark across her face.
She yelled, "That's it. I'm filing for divorce."
I said, Fine, one of us has to."
She headed into the bedroom and 20 minutes later, she came out dressed with a small suitcase and as she opened the front door said, "I'll send someone over to get the rest of my stuff. By the way, I'm taking the Audi and all the antiques."