This is a very short story (extremely short for me!) that just popped in my head yesterday. It is a revenge tale and has no sex. So, if you are looking for gratuitous sex this isn't the place. Anyway, enjoy...
Why Don't You Write A Story?
"Gene, I realize you're upset having lost your job, but you just can't mope about all day. You need to do something to keep your mind working so you don't dwell on the negative and keep your creative juices flowing."
That was my wife Pam trying to get me out of my doldrums having been laid off from my dream job. I looked at her after a moment an asked, "What do you recommend?"
She smiled and said, "Do you remember those erotica sites we used to read together? Well I remember that you always had good ideas to improve some of them, so why don't you try your hand at writing one yourself?"
I thought for a moment, smiled and said, "That's a great idea! I even have a great idea for a story, one with sex, intrigue and maybe even some vengeance."
"Ooh, sounds like fun. I can't wait to read the finished product! Why don't you get to work on it now while I'm out shopping with Max?"
Max, who I assumed was named Maxine, was a friend from her work that I hadn't met yet. They would have ladies nights and shop together fairly often. I would suggest having Max over for dinner on occasion but nothing had come together as yet.
When Pam left, I went into our home office, sat at the computer and began typing my story.
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THE CHEATING CUNT
Ray had what he considered an ideal marriage. He was married to the love of his life, had what he considered his perfect job with a nice house in a great neighborhood and many friends. His wife was the manager of a bank branch, so with their combined salaries they were pretty well off.
Over time his wife, Darla (Dar for short) began working late nights and having drinks with co-workers more frequently as time went by. Dar often referred to her friend Chris as her drinking companion and the person she shopped with. One time Ray was in the vicinity of Dar's office, so decided to stop in and surprise her with a lunch offer. He was told that she was already out to lunch with her boss, Chris Jennings.
As he was driving home he passed one of those seedy hotels associated with rooms by the hour and saw his wife kissing another man in broad daylight just outside a room door before they entered. Ray pulled into the parking lot, walked over to the room his wife was in and stood outside to see what he could hear. The window was cracked open a bit and after a while heard the telltale sounds of his wife in the throes of passion, begging 'Chris' to fuck her harder.
The killer was that she was screaming at her lover to fuck her like a real man because her husband didn't. As the disparaging comments from his wife were becoming more frequent and more derogatory, Ray decided he had had enough and left. As he drove back to his office he decided that he needed to work up a course of action.
He decided his first course of action was to speak with a divorce attorney. He wanted to know how his wife's actions would work out in a divorce. So, he made an appointment with an attorney for the next day. Next, he texted his wife to inform her he had to work overtime that night and that he wouldn't be home until late.
Ray spent the evening having dinner at his favorite diner and then went to see a movie. He finally headed home around 11:30pm knowing that Dar was usually asleep by 10. Upon arriving home, he decided to sleep in the guest bedroom so as not to sleep with his wife.
The next day the lawyer pointed out that since their state was a no fault divorce state they would have to split their assets 50/50. Incensed that Dar wouldn't be punished for her fucking around, Ray decided that he wouldn't file for divorce but would extract every cent of value he could squeeze out of their lives, so he went through their finances and assets. After several days of research, he had worked out his next several steps before he extricated himself from his failed marriage. He refinanced their mortgage to the maximum allowed by the bank at a 12% rate, raided both Dar's separate bank account and their common account for bill paying and closed out his 401k. He opened an account with a bank in the Principality of Andorra and wire transferred all of his money into it.
Additionally, Ray hired a PI to get some compromising pics and videos of the couple for future use against Dar and her paramour. He also set it up with their various utilities to discontinue service on a particular day.
All in all, it took Ray about 2 months to get everything done before he dropped the bomb on Dar that he was leaving.
On D-day, Ray set everything in motion. His money had been moved, he maxed out their credit cards on First Class airfare to Spain and booked himself into a 5-star hotel in Andorra. He sent his PI report to Chris Jennings' wife and to the lover's employer who would be interested to see how often the couple had sex on company time.
Ray had quit his job shortly after discovering his wife's duplicity to get his ducks in a row, but told her that he had been laid off so he could feign depression to avoid sex with her. By a sheer stroke of luck, she had suggested that he write an erotic story to get him through his doldrums on D-day as she went off to fuck her lover.
