Dear Reader, this is a very long one, I always go on too long I know. This one got away from me. This is my first LW story so be gentle with me. This isn't really a BTB story it is more of a lost opportunities story. There isn't a lot of sex in this one, just a couple scenes that were germane to the story. I was trying to paint the picture of the pain and loneliness that divorce and infidelity bring and what I would do if I were to go through this. Like everyone else, I have my own story which, went nothing like this.
All of the characters are 18 or older and are figments of my imagination. The rights to this story belong to me, and the editing was done by me. I take the blame for bad spelling, bad grammar, and anything else that irritates you with this story and I never met a comma I didn't like. It is fiction, the timing doesn't make sense, unfortunately, our courts don't work this fast, I haven't spent a lot of time in court so I know I got things wrong.
I hope you enjoy this tale, it is intended as entertainment. Please let me know with comments and votes if you enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. JJ1
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As he walked into the house he heard the noises... Noises he knew well but didn't expect. The reason for him being home early wasn't important, he just was. He knew those moans well, moans that he normally worked hard for. They were the sounds that he got when he touched her just right, that secret spot inside, or working her clit from side to side just right. That was when her back would arch, her jaw would clench and then she would just dissolve into a puddle of flesh, waiting for the next touch, the next rise to begin. She knew he'd continue, because she knew he loved those sounds, the sights, of his beautiful wife approaching orgasm.
He opened the door hoping to find her with one of their toys. He thought of them as 'their' toys because they enjoyed playing with them together, causing pleasure, always together as far as he knew, but what did he really know? That was his kink, her pleasure. Even when they just played, it was filled with love, total focus on each other as man and woman. He thought she loved him too. He so loved how they focused solely on each other when they played. His love died when he opened the door.
He saw her legs and auburn hair splayed on the bed, her hair like a halo around her angelic face, her light blue eyes closed. And his pale, white ass, pumping up and down... He didn't recognize the ass, he just knew it wasn't his.
"Huh! Well this is fun..."
Pumper stopped, her eyes flew open, her hand to her mouth as pumper tried to roll over in mid pump.
"John. It's not..."
"Save it." He took a step forward and pumper started to scramble away. John grabbed him by his thinning hair and yanked him back.
"I want to kill you." John said quietly, looking him directly in the eye. "Raise your chin."
"You can't hit me... I'll sue you."
"Fuck you, raise your chin." Calm, even toned. No hint at the anger that existed just below the surface.
"I swear to god I'll sue you. Do you know who I am?"
"Think I give a fuck? I'll tell you what, you raise your chin and I'll hit you once... or maybe twice, I dunno, I might go for the trifecta. You don't... and after I knock you the fuck out, I'll kick the living shit out of your balls. Your dick will never work again. Your choice."
Pumper slowly raised his chin grimacing, thinking he could absorb this. John smiled and smashed his fist into the mans' nose, raising again to hit him in the eye, holding his head upright, watching the eyes roll back John hit him again, using everything he had, raising up on his toes to get his full body weight into it, watching blood spurt from the shattered lip. John let go and Pumpers head fell to the bed, his body sliding down off the bed onto the floor like a dead snake, seemingly in slow motion. "Ow shit that hurt." John held his hand to his stomach.
"Oh my god John! What did you do? Brett? Brett!"
"I have a lot of questions for you... but not now. I have to leave before I do to you what I did to him. I just want to make sure this concept gets through to you... Fuck you!" His voice was soft, quiet and menacing. John didn't yell when he got mad, his voice became soft, a trick he'd learned in business. When he talked softly people had to focus to hear him.
"John, do you have any idea who he is?" Her eyes wide, her mouth hidden by her hands.
"I'll tell you the same thing I told him... do you think I really give a fuck? How the fuck could you do this? In our bed? You fucking shit stain! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you a hundred times!"
John turned and started down the hall, hearing Maggy begging him to stop and talk to her.
"Leave me alone." John walked out the front door, hopped in his pickup truck and drove to the nearest liquor store. A bottle of bourbon his only companion, John parked in the back of the Walmart parking lot and watched the traffic come and go as he sipped his bourbon straight from the bottle.
His phone started to ring and he reached over and turned the ringer off, glancing at the screen as the phone vibrated, Maggie was trying to reach him. He ignored it the first three times and ignored the messages coming through as texts. Finally, concluding he'd get no peace until he dealt with this, he finally answered the phone.
"Hello."
"John where are you? Come home so we can talk, we need to get past this."
"Is he dead?"
"Is who dead? Oh you mean Brett? No, he woke up a few minutes after you left. He's pissed, made a bunch of threats of what he's going to do to you and left."
"Good to know... Did ya fuck him again? No, never mind, I don't care."
"John! How could you ask me that?"
"The fact that I watched you fucking away in my bed not withstanding, I have no idea how I could ask the fucking slut I married that question... Gotta go, don't call again."
"John! Where are y..."
He disconnected and went back to communing with John Barley Corn.
