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The shock
You probably have ideas about what is going on here, but I'll spare you the guesswork. This isn't a trick story by Kalimaxos. Wait...OK, it is. But never mind that. Where were we?
Oh yes. I was coming home after a shift and a half as a sheriff's deputy. I was supposed to work two back to back shifts with all the trouble we had with those ANTIFA idiots causing trouble outside the Trump rally, but my boss cut me loose early for good behavior.
Thinking I could salvage Saturday evening after canceling dinner and a night out with the wife, I drove home in uniform and my cruiser. I wasn't supposed to do that, but the Chief is my uncle, so my shift sergeant cuts me slack so I can put in a good word.
So I pull in my street to find a red F150 in my driveway. A custom job. A one of vehicle if I ever saw one. It wasn't my wife's. Hers is a blue SUV and its parked further in the driveway. What have we here?
See, I know to whom the F150 custom red belongs to. An ex-Army guy my sister Jenny was married to who comes sniffing around. She was stupid enough to spread her legs for him back in Fort Brag, North Carolina and produced a cute little girl in the process. Not the kid's fault the father is a dipshit and her mom had a lapse of judgement.
Rumor has it he was in the service and got let go for some scandal ending up working for a military contractor there. The dickwad occasionally shows up just so the court will validate his attempt to see his little girl. But he is wasting his time. The judge is our daddy's other brother. Did I tell you my dad has many brothers?
The judge, Harrold Simms. The police chief Lester Simms. Doctor Elmer Simms. Attorney at law Neelan Simms and of course my father Texas ranger Roy Buford Simms the fourth. Why the army punk keeps showing up other than to fuck my slut of a mother in law I don't know. But looking at his truck parked in MY driveway, I beginning to get the idea.
Parking the cruiser behind his truck so he can't get away, I walked to the door in all my police uniform glory. I am deputy Garry Nathaniel Simms. And this is my house that I share with my wife LeeAnn and my children Nat Junior and Abby. Twenty-eight, four and two respectively. I'm a five foot-eleven, twenty-nine year old, of medium build, dark hair and brown eyes. My mom is Mexican American, and my father a red headed Irish American.
I opened the door quietly and was treated to the distinct smell of booze. My booze. The bottle of which I saw half empty on the living room table. My fucken Elijah Craig 23-Year-Old Single Barrel bourbon my' daddy gave me on my birthday. I don't know if that's good or not. But damn it, it was a present from my daddy the Texas Ranger. How do I tell him some mother fucker got in my house and drank my liquor? I'm a sheriff deputy for Christ's sake. What would my daddy think?
My mind was trying to deal with this bourbon crap and deflect from what I already knew. That my wife is in the house with that charlatan with the red truck. And they can only be in one place right now since they are not here where a respectable Texas lady would have a guest wait. That is right after she should have called her husband to say there is male company at the house her husband has not invited.
On the chair by the couch, I saw a man's leather jacket. It was not mine, and there was no ID in the pockets. Just a pack of breath mints.
Slowly I walked up the steps making sure I missed the one that creeks. My hand was on my SIG Sauer P-320 9mm semi-automatic pistol. I didn't draw it, but it was instinct to be prepared searching a house. Even my own house.
Then I heard the sound. That sound. The sound every husband dreads to hear when he comes home unexpected and unannounced. The tune of a man grunting and a woman moaning the duet of infidelity with a mattress springs accompaniment.
Turning the corner only confirms that I will hate Saturday's, Red F150s and anyone who is in there between my wife's legs... for the rest of my life. And sure enough, LeeAnn was on her back tied to the bed while this naked motherfucker was railing between her legs. His ass was going a mile a minute and his dick was sampling the wetness of a world that I thought had been exclusively mine.
"FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled and charged the room.
Lee Ann looked at me in shock.
And he stared at me with a smirk soon to be his last.
LeeAnn tried to open her mouth and speak...
"Garry..." her eyes were strange and unfocused.
"Don't tell me it's not what I think and that you can explain," I shut her off while staring down the interloper and adulterer between her legs. He smirked again.
"Deputy Simms," he said spitting out my name as if he said, "cuckold Simms."
"TODD FUCKEN MANSON!" I reply. "You are a dead man."
"Now, now... deputy," he says and gave LeeAnn one more push into her cunt between her legs.
I saw red and charged!
Now I am told that Todd Fucken Manson, is a former delta force operator and currently a military contractor. He is supposed to be quite capable in hand to hand combat with or without weapons. I guess I should be impressed with his credentials. Only at the moment I did not know all of them and proceeded to kick his ass from here to Tuesday.
You see, I am a second degree Black belt in Tae Quan Do. You can thank my daddy the Texas Ranger for that. He taught my brother and I since we were younglings as they say in Star Wars. I never knew what Delta force trains their members to use for self-defense... when they are fucking another man's naked wife!
So, I just kicked his ass.. He is missing a number of teeth; his eyes are black and blue, and he has two broken ribs by the time he is taken to the hospital. Oh yeah, his balls are ruptured, and his dick is black and blue from where I almost turned it into a vagina with my pointy Texas boots.
Yeah, he is who both my mother in law and darling wife decided to let between their legs. I can ignore, not excuse my mother in law as she is unattached at the moment and can choose who to insert in her snatch as a free woman. My cheating whore of a wife on the other hand has only one option on cock insertion; ME!
I am sitting in my living room sans my SIG Sauer P-320 9mm semi-automatic pistol and my dignity. My P-320 taken away by the deputy in charge of the scene. And my dignity as well when everyone found out my wife was fucking Todd Fucken Manson.
At that moment I have no dignity. The entire department now knows that my formerly faithful wife was fucking a scoundrel and home wrecking bastard. He fucked my wife, in my house, in my bedroom and on my bed. I am totally humiliated in front of family, coworkers and friends.
As I am waiting for the detective to finish writing notes about something, I see my slut of a wife led out in just a blanket by two female deputies. I look at her, but her eyes do not focus. She stares right past me like I am not there. I had hoped for some shame or remorse. Maybe a "Honey we have to talk," or a "it's not what you think." At least a "I can explain?" But nothing? Seriously! I am left a broken man.
The next few days are a blur as I am put on paid leave and kept out of my house that is a crime scene. Oh it's a crime all right. My ego, heart and mind had all been assaulted by the image I saw that Saturday afternoon. And my heart was broken.
I found myself in a motel we stashed witnesses for trials. The bar across the street beckoned me to go where no one knew my name and drink to forget. Two nights I did that before my father knocked on my door and sat on the chair across from me holding some papers. He didn't speak but let me go to the bathroom and get dressed. It's expected that I talk to him when I "have my shit together."
"I have the results from the lab," he said as my mind tried to sort it out.
"What lab?" I asked.
"LeeAnn's blood and urine work up," he replied.
"I know Todd fucken Manson's sperm is in there somewhere," I reply in anger.
And without warning, dad rose up from his chair and smacked the shit out of my face with one hand. Then he sat back down.
"I expect decorum from an officer of the law when I am working," he said. "Even one that is drunk and feeling sorry for himself."
"Yes sir," I reply. You don't sass a Texas ranger. Not even your dad.
"So, LeeAnn was drunk and high on MDMA (ecstasy) and possibly something else that the lab can't identify. When she went to the hospital she was out of her gourd son and was masturbating in public propositioning men and women passing by. She also did that at your house before they let her lose and walked her out. She was either spaced out or hypersensitive and manic..." Dad stopped and read verbatim. "The patient was in a heightened state of libido due to drug and alcohol ingestion. Do you understand what that means?"
"Yes sir, I do," I replied. "But..."
Dad pushed his Stetson higher and took off his reading glasses. "But?"
"She was sober when she drove to the house after she dropped the kids off to her mother's and left with Todd Fucken Manson for my house. She knew what she was doing dad. With whom. And...what was in the works. I'm not stupid."
