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"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead—your next stop..."
"Turn that shit off!" screeched the shrew primping herself in the bathroom.
"What the fuck's the matter with you, bitch? Goddammit, I work 16 hours a day, six days a week. This is the only day I have off, and I'll damn well watch whatever the fuck I want to," Randy yelled back from his recliner in the living room.
"Well, I don't wanna hear that crap again. You watch that stupid show every week. Hell, it isn't even in color," Lori responded.
She walked into the living room, giving Randy an eyeful. She had gone all out, wearing a tiny skirt she bought online and a short top that bared her midriff. It was obvious she wore no bra but she did manage to pull on a thong. Her high CFM pumps topped the ensemble.
"Whoa," Randy said. "You look hot. Where are we going tonight?"
"'We' aren't going anywhere, asshole. I'm going on a girl's night out. I don't know when I'll be back so don't wait up for me," she said. Randy knew better but didn't let on.
"What the fuck's up with you?" Randy asked. "I don't get to see you hardly at all during the week and the one day I'm home, you decide to go on a 'girl's night out'," he said. "I was kinda hoping to spend some time with you."
"I deserve a day off too, you know. You think it's easy staying here and keeping this place clean while you work? Yeah, I work a bit too, maybe not 16 hours a day like you, but it's not easy for me, you know. Besides, you've been sick, remember?" she said.
"Yeah, I know it must really take a lot of effort to paint those toenails like that," Randy said.
"That's right," Lori huffed. "So, I'm going to be out with the girls and I'll get home when I damn well please," she said, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.
"Just remember one thing, Lori," Randy said before she walked out. "If I ever find out you're cheating on me, you won't have a home to come back to."
"Whatever," she said, slamming the door on her way out. Randy locked the door, set the deadbolt, put the chain on the door and secured the door bolt he just installed. She'd have a hell of a time getting back in, assuming she came back at all, he thought. He did the same to the back door and made sure all the windows were secured.
He grabbed another Coke and plopped himself back into his recliner to finish watching a marathon of his favorite show. Fuck that lying, cheating, conniving bitch, he said to himself. He looked at his watch. Two hours to go, and he'd finally be rid of the diseased slut for good. At least that's what he was told. He looked at the ring on his right index finger with the big blue stone and hoped the good doctor was right.
It wasn't always like this. Randy Page met Lori while attending college twelve years ago. He had just finished his hitch in the Army and decided to use his veteran's benefits while he could. He was a mechanic in the Army and found that he could pretty much figure out and fix almost anything mechanical. So he decided to get a degree in engineering.
He met Lori while standing in line at the student union. They were both there to get books they needed for their classes and began talking to each other. After realizing they both had the same tastes in music and movies, they dated, fell in love and got married after they graduated two years later.
The first few years was great for them both. There wasn't a day that went by without some form of hot, wild lovemaking. Randy always loved seeing Lori's shapely legs and she loved showing them off in tiny shorts or skirts. She had one pair of daisy dukes with a crotch that barely covered her shaved pussy lips and drove him nuts. He could spend hours with his face buried between those legs and loved eating her pussy. He especially loved it when she would spread her legs wide and beg him to eat her. She would reciprocate with a toe-curling blowjob and she always swallowed.
He got a job as a "civil engineer" at EMX Manufacturing right out of college. In reality, it was little more than a glorified mechanics position, but he was happy to be working at all with the economy. Besides, the pay was decent and the company had good benefits. Between his degree and his mechanical skills, Randy became indispensable as far as the plant management was concerned. If it was broke, Randy was the guy to fix it. And he always came through.
Lori wasn't able to get much with her degree and ended up working part-time for a local accounting firm. It didn't pay much, but she had some benefits and hoped to get enough experience to move up the ladder a bit.
They did well, but things started changing in their home a while back. They had discussed having children after five or six years, but Lori suddenly changed her mind. She also became a bit moody and more demanding as time went on. Randy, thinking "happy wife, happy life," gave in to her demands more often than not.
After a while, Lori began micro-managing everything Randy did, telling him how to mow the yard, what television programs to watch, even telling him how to hold the tools he had used since he was a teenager.
Sex between the two eased off as well. What had been an everyday thing became maybe once or twice a week, then a few times a month. Lori started going out "with the girls" on Friday nights. At first Randy didn't mind since he sometimes went bowling or would go hunting with the guys.
Initially, she would leave right after work and get home about 7 or 8 that night and would always be in a good mood. As time went on, however, Lori came home later and later. Sometimes she wouldn't show back up until the next day. Naturally, that angered Randy and the two would spend the weekend fighting.
He also noticed that she began dressing in more revealing clothing on those nights. Her skirts were always fashionably short, but not overly revealing. Now, she either wore skirts that showed off most of her legs or shorts that could almost pass for denim thongs.
If that wasn't bad enough, Randy sometimes thought he detected the presence of dried cum on her thighs or on her face. Lori would immediately go into the shower on those nights and refused to let him touch her.
Things changed at the factory as well. The economy wasn't doing too well, and a number of maintenance people were laid off. Randy, being the local "master of all trades," was told he would have to work 16 hours a day six days a week just to keep the plant running. He suggested hiring in temporary help but was shot down by the plant manager, a burly cigar-chomping cretin who sported a flat-top and generally treated the employees like crap.
Lori didn't seem to care that Randy was gone so much and he was somewhat relieved to be away from her. The overtime was good, even though taxes took quite a chunk of his earnings. Nevertheless, he was still able to set aside a good portion just in case.
By now, Lori had taken to dissing him publicly to their friends, telling them that he was "just" a mechanic at a two-bit factory while openly flirting with every man she saw. And her treatment of him just got worse.
He started believing that she was cheating on him, and thought about how he might be able to catch her in the act. Unfortunately, private investigators cost too much and so did the spy gear he thought would do the job.
One day he overheard a couple of plant employees talking about someone who sounded just like his wife. He was in a stall using the toilet when they came in.
"Did you see the legs on that bitch going up to see Akers?" one man asked.
"Yeah, damn, you could see her pussy lips through those shorts. You think she's Akers' new whore?" the other guy asked.
"Fuck yeah," the first guy said. "Hell, she comes to see him about three or four times a week. Comes in at about 3:00 and stays till 5:00 or 6:00. Rumor has it she's married to a plant employee. Always comes back out looking like she's been rode hard and put away wet, know what I mean?"
Randy decided to keep an eye out to see who this woman was, and made sure to be positioned so he could see anyone going up to Akers' office. It only took a day for the effort to pay off. Sure enough, he saw Lori walking up the stairs to his office as though she owned the place. She wore one of her most revealing pair of shorts and looked down at the floor before she walked in, almost as if to see if she could spot him.
Randy watched as two of the plant supervisors entered the office. Akers pulled the shades on the door and put up a sign that read, "Meeting in progress. Do not disturb."
Three hours later, he saw her leave the office, her hair disheveled and her makeup smeared. One of the plant supervisors followed her out, tucking his shirt into his pants. The reality of her cheating hit Randy square in the gut and he vowed to get vengeance.
Randy, fed up with her cheating and abuse, seriously considered divorcing the bitch. He even spoke to a couple of family law attorneys who informed him that in this state, he was basically screwed. He might get to keep his home since he inherited it from his parents long before they married, but even that wasn't guaranteed. In the final analysis, he would lose about 30 percent of his income, half of his retirement and worldly possessions to her, leaving him to subsist on pork and beans while paying for her to screw her lovers.
And because he had no definitive proof of her cheating, he had nothing to use against her. He kept an eye out for her and spotted her going to see Akers at the plant several more times. He took pictures with his smartphone, but knew they were meaningless.
He decided to confront her about her cheating but that backfired as well.
"What were you doing at Akers' office this afternoon?" Randy asked when he got home.
"What business is it of yours?" she asked, visibly perturbed. "Are you fucking spying on me now?"
"I couldn't help but see you going into his office, and you certainly weren't dressed for business," he said. "And if you are fucking Akers, it damn well is my business. I won't be married to a cheating whore."
"I had to deliver some papers to him," she said.
"I didn't see any papers, and you sure didn't look like you were dressed for work," Randy told her.
"Look, I sometimes have to deliver papers to the plant on my way home from work. You're making too much out of it. I love you and I would never cheat on you," she said.
"Well, if you really love me, do you think you could treat me a bit better and quit dissing me in public?" Randy asked. Lori sighed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was doing that," she said. Randy put his arms around her.
"Want to go upstairs and play?" he asked. She shook her head and broke free of his grasp.
"Not tonight. I'm a bit tired," she said. Yeah, Randy thought, fucking three guys at once could tire you out.
He thought that maybe she would quit coming to the plant since he confronted her, but no. A couple days later, she was back, wearing an even more revealing pair of shorts and a t-shirt that barely covered her breasts. This time, Randy was at the bottom of the stairs when she came around.
"Delivering more papers today, Lori?" he asked. She fumbled, trying to collect herself.
"I have to get some paperwork from Mr. Akers," she said.
"Well, why don't I go up with you since you're here and then we can go get a bite to eat," Randy suggested. Lori backed off.
"Um, no, that won't be necessary. Look, I'm really busy, I'll come back later," she said before leaving. Randy turned around and looked at a very upset Ron Akers.
"What's the matter, boss?" he asked. "Did I interrupt your afternoon fuck fest?"
"Get back to work, Page," he growled before going back in his office. Randy smiled.
That night, he stopped at the Dew Drop Inn, a small bar he liked to visit sometimes for a beer or two.
"Everything okay, Randy?" Ryan, the bartender, asked.
