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The Hawser Formula
Kevin couldn't believe his eyes. He had just returned home from an out of town business trip, early. He was going to surprise his wife of fifteen years with a night out on the town. Sneaking into the house as quietly as he could, Kevin had searched for his wife Jill.
Not finding her in the kitchen or the living room, Kevin started up the stairs toward the bedroom. The door was partially closed, but Kevin could hear the sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. Thinking he might catch Jill masturbating, Kevin grinned and crept to the door.
Peeking in he was astonished to see Jill straddling some guy's crotch with a look of pure bliss on her face as she bounced up and down on his substantial cock. Stunned by the sight, Kevin just stood there, staring at Jill's tits as they bounced up and down on her chest. They weren't the biggest in the world, but they were nicely shaped and filled his hand nicely. Staring in wonder, Kevin watched Jill's tight little pussy plunge down on a fairly large cock. He wondered how she could take such a fat piece of meat.
Groaning and moaning in pleasure, Jill, her head thrown back, eyes closed, jammed her hot twat down on the dick under her. The man, thrust his hips up, grabbing Jill's hips and holding her down as he growled his orgasm to the room.
"Damn you're hot," the guy yelled as he pumped his seed into Jill's body.
"I can feel you shooting your come," Jill told him shuddering in her own fit of pleasure.
Bringing her head forward and opening her eyes, Jill caught sight of Kevin standing in the hall. Surprised, she covered her mouth with both hands. Pushing the door open, Kevin stepped into the bedroom.
"Oh God!" Jill yelled.
"Yeah, you're probably going to need his help," Kevin said dryly.
Standing up Jill stepped off the bed and backed into the corner of the room cum dripping down her legs. The guy in the bed sat up looking at Kevin curiously.
"Who the hell are you?" the guy asked.
"Let me put it this way. The bed you're sitting in is mine. The woman you just came in, is mine. Any more stupid questions?" Kevin asked.
"No," the guy said laughing and reaching for his clothes.
"Leave 'em," Kevin said softly.
"What?" the guy asked a little shocked.
"Get your naked ass out of my bed and out of my house," Kevin whispered.
"You don't have the balls," the guy said.
In one step Kevin was standing over the guy, in one swift movement, Kevin's fist slammed into the guy's face, mashing his nose.
"You son of a bitch..."
Another fist in the face and the guy was lying on his back. Grabbing his foot, Kevin dragged his ass off the bed and down the stairs to the front door. Opening the door, Kevin dragged him outside. Dropping the guy's foot, Kevin turned and kicked him in the balls.
"Don't ever come back here, ever," Kevin told him, returning to the house.
Upstairs he found Jill still standing in the corner. Shaking his head he gathered up the guy's clothes. Taking his wallet, Kevin took out the cash and his driver's license. At the front door, Kevin tossed the clothes at the guy as he still lay on the front lawn. Looking at the license, Kevin memorized the name and address, then threw the license out, too. Slamming the door, Kevin returned upstairs. Stepping into the bedroom once more, he found Jill still standing in the corner, eyes wide in fear. Walking to her, Kevin grabbed a hand full of hair and slapped his other hand up to her cream filled pussy.
Wiping his hand across her, Kevin smeared the come on his hand across Jill's beautiful face.
"There now you look like a whore and a slut," Kevin said brutally.
Jerking at the words, Jill wiped the foul-smelling cum from her face.
"Well, you should know Cuckold!" Jill screamed.
Staggering back in shock, Kevin punched Jill in her lovely face. Falling to the floor, Jill cried out in pain, as the room spun into darkness.
Waking, Jill's face was in tremendous pain. She also found she was lying in bed, not on the floor. It also appeared Kevin had cleaned her up, before putting her to bed. Thinking back on what happened, Jill couldn't believe what she had done, not only to Kevin but to herself. How could she have degraded herself by bringing home that insufferable jerk from the bar? Maybe, it was because he was such a pig, that she did. Knowing she would never have any real feelings for him, she was so confused.
And her poor Kevin, god she really hadn't meant to hurt him nor did she mean to call him that awful name. Now here she was with what felt like a broken jaw and a husband who would probably hate her for the rest of their lives. Carefully turning her face into the soft pillow she began to cry.
Sitting at the kitchen table halfway into a bottle of twelve-year-old single malt, Kevin thought he heard noises coming from the bedroom. It actually sounded like a child crying. Shaking his head, he slugged back another shot of single malt. He had no idea what he was going to do with Jill. That one word, yelled by the woman of his dreams, had driven home what had happened in their bedroom that afternoon. Wondering what he had done to drive Jill to do what she had done was causing him tremendous pain. He was also sorry he had punched her. He hadn't really thought about it, it just happened like a reflex.
Sobbing softly, Jill climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she was shocked at the face looking back at her. The whole left side of her face was one big bruise. No wonder her head hurt. Opening the medicine cabinet, Jill grabbed a bottle of pain relievers. Shaking out three, she popped them in her mouth, which was a big mistake. Just opening her mouth caused lightning bolts of pain to shoot across her face.
"Shit!" she cried through clenched teeth.
Trembling in pain, Jill was just hanging on to consciousness when Kevin appeared at her side. Pulling her into his strong arms he helped her to bed.
"Water," Jill croaked, closing her eyes in pain.
Nodding Kevin left, returning with a cold bottle of water from the fridge. Helping Jill to sit, he held the bottle to her lips gently. Groaning in pain, Jill swallowed as fast as Kevin poured the cold water through her clenched teeth. Closing her eyes, Kevin pulled the bottle away and lowered her to the pillow gently.
"Don't talk, just blink. One for 'no' and twice for 'yes', okay?" Kevin said sitting gently on the edge of the bed next to Jill.
Jill blinked twice.
"Good. First I want to apologize for hitting you..."
Jill blinked once.
"Yes, it was uncalled for, don't try and argue with me. Second, do you want to go to the hospital?"
Jill hesitated, looking into Kevin's eyes. She then blinked once.
"Then I want you to lay here and get some rest, don't try to get up."
Jill blinked twice.
"I'll be in the kitchen, I'll check in on you every so often."
Jill blinked twice. Nodding, Kevin went back to the kitchen. Grabbing a pen and paper he wrote down the name and address he had memorized earlier. He didn't want to forget it, he had plans for Michael Hawser down the road. First, though he had to see to his wife, he was so ashamed that he had hit her, he knew there would be penance to pay.
After Kevin went back to the kitchen, Jill lay there wondering why he was being so nice to her. The punch in the face was nothing compared to what she had done to him. She knew she deserved the punch, she deserved much more for betraying her husband's trust. And the only thing she could do is say she was sorry.
When she woke the next morning her face was throbbing. Opening her eyes, she saw Kevin cuddled up beside her. Shaking him, he woke with a start.
"Wha...Oh Christ, did I hurt you?" Kevin whispered.
Jill blinked once, then pointed at her face and closed her eyes and moaned.
"Okay, I'll get you some more painkillers."
Jill closed her eyes in relief. Kevin was back with the pills in an instant. Opening her mouth just a little, Kevin was able to push the pills past her teeth. He then helped her to sit up and held the bottle of water so she could drink. Twenty minutes later the pain had lessened, but Jill still couldn't open her mouth. Kevin made up his mind and whisked her off to the hospital.
It turned out Jill didn't have a broken jaw, just a severe bruise. The doctor called the police, but Jill refused to press charges. She was adamant about that, as she wrote a scathing answer to the cop's questions. Jill eventually told the cops to go away and if they harassed her husband she would sue. The doctors gave Jill a prescription for stronger painkillers and some anti-inflammatory and sent her home with Kevin. For the next week, Kevin waited on Jill hand and foot. Jill couldn't believe how kind Kevin was to her. She knew that once she healed she would have a lot of explaining to do, but she knew she still loved Kevin and he loved her.
Two weeks later, Jill's face was back to normal and the pain was all but a memory. She had written Kevin numerous letters expressing her sorrow for what she had done. Kevin always hugged her gently and kissed her hand. Now that she was fully healed she wanted to sit and talk with her husband.
"Kevin could you come here please?" she shouted.
"What is it, honey?" Kevin said coming and sitting beside her on the bed.
"I need to talk to you."
"About what dear?"
