There's a couple characters from my "Revenge in Advance" sequels who make a cameo appearance in this story and another character was inspired by the "Destroyer" series of books.
As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated.
Please remember this is only a work of fiction and not a docu-drama. Enjoy.
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Ralph Wilcox sat on the bar stool nursing his beer as he pondered the events that led him to this point. He thought that until recently he had a great life – a well-paying job as an accountant, a nice home in the suburbs and a loving wife. He still had a good job and he still owned the building they called "home," but his five-year marriage was toast and there was no going back.
He met his wife, Alicia, while the two were in college. They dated and got married after graduation. He got a job at a local accounting firm and she found a job working real estate. Things seemed to be going quite well for them and they had even talked about having children.
Then things started going off the rails. Alicia began spending more nights out with the "girls," or so she said. She also began dressing sexier for work and leaving at all hours, claiming she had houses to show.
At the same time, she started getting more demanding, ordering him around like he was her employee instead of her husband. Ralph, not being a confrontational type of guy, put up with it, wanting to keep his wife happy. But it seemed that nothing ever really made her happy.
Then, he noticed, she began spending time on their home computer, reading stories about women who adopted what he later learned was the "hot-wife and cuckold" lifestyle. According to what he saw, these women got off on humiliating their husbands by cheating on them, sometimes turning them into little more than slaves. Some husbands apparently got off on it, but he wasn't one of them.
He didn't say much, not wanting to rock the boat. He did notice that sex between them had started to taper off considerably and she seemed less open to his advances.
Part of the problem, he surmised, was that he wasn't a very assertive person and always tried to find the most peaceful resolution to any situation. That's the way he always handled things and so far it had worked. Ralph, not exactly a very strong or athletic person, never got into fights, preferring instead to simply walk away. What did he care what others thought of him?
Then it happened. She hit him with the four words most dreaded by the male of the species.
"We need to talk," she said as he walked in the door.
"Okay," Ralph said, sitting his briefcase on the table. "What about?"
"Things are going to change around here," she said firmly.
"Like what?" Ralph asked. "I didn't know we needed to change anything. What's going on?"
"If you must know, Ralph, I need more than what you can provide," she said.
"Like what?" he asked. "Don't I make enough money for you? We bought the house, we've both got nice cars, all the bills are paid and we have a lot of money in our accounts. Plus, you're doing quite well with your real estate. What are you talking about?"
"No, you idiot," she said. "You make plenty of money. It's not that. I need, you know, more."
"More, what?" Ralph asked.
"Alright. I need a bigger dick. I need more dick. I need more in the bedroom. Get it?" she asked. "You just don't do it for me anymore, at least not like you used to."
"Well, I can always get some of those little blue pills," Ralph said. "Maybe we can get some ideas from those stories you read."
"God, you are so fucking clueless," she said. "No, you idiot, I need more cock." The implication of what she said finally dawned on him.
"Wait, are you telling me you want to fuck another man?" he asked calmly.
"No, I'm saying I want to fuck a MAN, period. Not a wimpy bean counter. Maybe multiple men at the same time," she said. "I still love you, in a sense. I mean, you do provide for me and all. But I just want to get drilled into the mattress sometimes."
"Well, I can certainly accommodate some of what you want, but you've always turned me down lately and you're always gone," Ralph said.
"How can you be such an idiot," she screamed. "What do you think I'm doing when I go out? You think I spend all my time drinking and chatting with a bunch of idiot twits? No, I'm out getting FUCKED. And I love it."
"Well," Ralph said, "then maybe we should get a divorce and you'd be free to fuck whomever you want. Wouldn't that make you happy?"
"There'll be no divorce," she said. "And if you do try to divorce me, I'll take you to the cleaners and you know it. Go ahead, go talk to your lawyer buddies. Figure it out on your spreadsheets."
"In other words, you want to have it both ways," Ralph said. "You don't want a divorce because you like my money, but you want to be able to have sex with other men. Is that right?"
"Maybe I didn't make things clear up front for you," she said. "I AM going to fuck other men. I AM going to fuck them in MY bed. And you are going to watch it AND you're going to love it."
"So, are you saying that you'd be alright with me having sex with another woman? Would you want to watch me making love to her and would you love it?" Ralph asked.
"That is never going to happen," she said. "For starters, if you do, I'll divorce you in a heartbeat for adultery. Secondly, there's not a woman alive who would even want to touch your pathetic little pee-pee let alone fuck it."
"Actually, Alicia, you're quite wrong on all accounts," he said. "Not only are you sounding like a complete hypocrite, you know as well as I do that I'm pretty well-endowed. Remember a couple years ago, you even measured me. Second, there's a lot of women where I work who have made it quite clear they'd love to get me in bed if I were ever available. I've always turned them down because I love you too much to cheat on you. Apparently you don't feel the same way. So maybe we should simply divorce and be done with it." He stood up and headed for the bedroom.
"I'm going to change out of this suit, so why don't you make us some coffee and let's sit and talk about this like adults, okay?" he said.
"Sure, honey," she said sarcastically. "Let's do that." She couldn't believe her husband could take this so calmly. Maybe Jack was right, she thought. Maybe he really is just a wimp. We'll see how he feels later. She made sure he was in the bedroom before pulling a packet of powder out of her purse. Jack assured her he wouldn't taste it in his coffee and said it would work fast and put him out like a light.
Jack, however, was anything but calm. He may have seemed calm on the outside, but he was seething and shaking on the inside. A part of him wanted to throw her out of the house, but he knew that any violent reaction on his part would only get him thrown in jail.
