Just a little flash story that came to me while I was doing some research. Very little sex.
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I felt fear clutch at my heart when I saw his car in the driveway. What the hell was he doing here? He'd made it pretty plain over the last few months he wanted nothing to do with me. The last time he told me if I didn't stop he would make me. I laughed at him. That might have been a mistake.
It was a little more difficult than I thought to find him, in fact, it took the detective three weeks. The look in his face was priceless when I walked in to the bar he'd started to frequent, with two big guys from the agency with me. The last time we'd talked had been pretty heated, the terms 'low life slut' and 'backstabbing cunt' seemed to be his favorites. I'd been pretty embarrassed, as it had been in one of the better places I frequented, and he was pretty loud. I didn't go there anymore.
Why couldn't he see that I was just trying to help him? Yes, his wife had cheated. Yes, I felt guilty about it, since I kept her entertained with the details of the affairs I was having, even encouraged her to have her first, telling her what a rush it was. And she enjoyed every minute of it. So much so, she was on her third lover when he caught her. Jesus, it was just sex. She wasn't going to leave him, none of them were permanent, none of them were a threat to him. She'd been doing it for a year and he'd never known.
I mean, come on, look at me. I couldn't even remember the number of lovers I'd had since I'd married my third husband. Despite the fun I had with younger guys who had bigger equipment, better stamina, and a good bit more imagination, I always went home to him, always gave him as much as he wanted. I loved making love to my husband. He was kind, gentle, and did anything I asked him to do. The only times I turned him down was when I had just been pounded and was way too loose, but I always gave him a blowjob to make up for it, and I gave very, very good blowjobs. Years of practice, I guess.
"Look, Todd, I know you don't like me very much right now, but..."
That was all I got out before I was wearing the draft he'd been drinking. My guards started to move but I waved them back. I asked the bartender for a towel, and he eyed me coolly before handing me one. I hoped it was clean, this place was one cut above a dive.
"Can we try again? I need to tell you..."
"What you need to do is get your cheating ass the fuck away from me! What part of that don't you understand? I want nothing to do with you ever again. It's your fault I lost my wife. Not completely, you didn't spread her legs for her, but you did practically everything else."
People were starting to stare. I tried to get him to a table, but he sat right where he was.
"I'm sorry! All right? I know I filled her head full of ideas she shouldn't have had. Why do you think I'm trying so hard to get you guys back together? I feel horrible over this."
I did, really. They were so much in love, at least when I met them. The playing should never have changed that, at least as long as he didn't know about it. She was devastated, wanting him back, and pretty pissed at me. I promised her I'd fix it.
"YOU FEEL HORRIBLE? FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HORRIBLE FEELS LIKE, BUT I PROMISE YOU THIS. KEEP FUCKING WITH ME AND YOU'LL FIND OUT HOW HORRIBLE REALLY FEELS. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
I started to answer when the bartender cut in. "Ma'am? You need to leave. You need to leave right now! I can't have you coming in here and disturbing my customers. And please, the next time you need a drink, don't stop here."
I was amazed. He was throwing me out of this dump. Really?
"Now see here..."
He punched some numbers into the phone he was holding. "Yeah, this is Joe, over at The Hole. I got a woman in here, belligerent, disturbing my patrons, and she's refusing to leave. No, I don't think she's drunk. You guys know I usually handle things like this myself, but it's a woman and she looks like the type that likes to sue people, so I'd appreciate your help.."
It must have been a slow night, because the cops were there in two minutes. The female asked me quietly to leave, and when I balked she took hold of my arm.
"Here's your choices. You can walk out of here, and we'll let you leave. You fight me. I'll cuff you, arrest you, and haul your ass off to jail, let you post bond, and it all becomes a matter of public record. You need to decide right now."
I really couldn't afford publicity or explain what I was doing here to hubby, so I left.
"This isn't over," I hissed at him as they led me outside.
"Oh yes it is. I've reached my limit. Push me again, and I'll push back hard."
"Do you hear that? Officer, he just threatened me."
"I may or may not have heard something. Did you Darrel?"
The big cop looked at her. He wasn't grinning. "Maybe, ask her if she wants to file a report."
I couldn't do that, so I declined. By then we were outside. "Ma'am, go home. I don't know the circumstances, but he doesn't want anything to do with you. My advice is to leave him alone. Oh, and you've been barred from the property. Come back, and we WILL arrest you. Now you have a good night, somewhere else."
Goddammit! What was the use of having money when it did you no good? This was definitely not over.
I tried again, even told the guys with me to hold him so I could present my case. One stumbled reaching for him, I think, and Todd kicked the other one in the balls. Needless to say there was no intelligent conversation that night. The only thing he said was I'd finally pushed too far, it was all on me now. He left before I could ask him what he meant.
Todd pretty much disappeared after that, quitting his job, moving, and leaving no forwarding address. The detectives hit a stone wall when they talked to his family and friends. Each told a different story. He was out of the country. He was right down the street. He was in Texas, Canada, Maine, Mexico. Most just asked who wanted to know and told them to piss off. And now, here he was, in my driveway.
Fear clutched at my heart as I entered the house.
"Honey, do we have guests?" I called out, hoping to find a tranquil scene.
"We're out here on the patio." I walked out, admiring the view. I'd had him put a lot of money in to it. The patio sloped down to a hot tub and a pool that looked like it was about to fall off the hill, and cascaded into another pool twelve feet below. I had fond memories of that waterfall, at least three of my lovers had fucked me underneath it, on a little ledge I had built in. Good thing hubby travels a lot. It was also a good thing I'd fucked the head of the company handling our security, wiring in a cutout switch that only I knew about. Flipped, it played a loop showing empty rooms and landscape. Couldn't be too careful, now could I?
Todd had been the one who had spoken. He was holding some ice to a large bruise on my husband's cheek and eye, which had swelled shut. His shirt was almost torn off, and quite bloody.
"Hi there, Marge. Remember me telling you the last time you tired to interfere with my life that there would be repercussions? Well, you didn't listen. Here's the deal. From now on, every time you mess with me, I'm going to kick the ass of someone close to you, and then tell them why I did it. Harold here is a lot tougher than I gave him credit for, all that gym time certainly paid off. Knew how to box, too. Who would have guessed."
He let go of the ice pack, patting Harold on the shoulder. "Don't feel bad, Harold. When I was young they didn't have MMA like they do now. They had what they called 'Tough Man' competitions. You put up an entry fee, and the last man standing won. We fought back then for peanuts, usually a grand or two was all you got. Still, I was good enough to pay for my education and have a little left over to start my life. And you're not the only one who likes to keep in shape. So even if I am fifty, I can still mix it up when I have to. I'm sincere when I say I'm sorry you got dragged in to this."
"Now, Marge, you have two brothers, right? And I believe your dad is still around. Must be close to seventy by now, I'd guess. So he'll be last. And the more you press, the harder I'll hit. Have we reached an understanding here?"
"Goddamn you! You can't come in to my home, assault my husband and threaten my family and think you can get away with it! I'm calling the cops. Now!"
My threat didn't seem to scare him.