Why Now 1

We have been married 30 years now; my lovely wife Ellie is rapidly approaching 50. She is an attractive, trim-fit woman. Very stylish. She is not a raving beauty, but very lovely to look at. We go out of our way to date and try to keep the romance alive. Our sex life is a lot calmer than it used to be, but still alive.

Ellie is very prim and proper and a fantastic homemaker. She recently started a new job. That's seemed to be when things changed. Friday night was our usual date night, but she wasn't getting home till late Fridays. She told me she was too tired to even consider sex. I finally got fed up and asked her to explain. I heard about the difficulty of getting to learn a new job with more advanced computer programs. I really felt bad for her and sympathized and felt like a heel badgering her.

The following Friday night, she didn't come home. I was frantic; I called around looking for her. All her calls went to voice mail. Finally, about midnight, her mother called and said she heard from her; she told not to worry, she was fine and hung up. Eleven AM, she showed up Saturday morning. I was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, she came and sat; I noticed she wasn't wearing the clothes she was wearing when she went to work. I didn't say a word; I waited for her to speak.

"Joe, I want an open marriage."

"Who is he? No way, we have an open marriage."

"You have no choice, Joe."

"I don't know who put that crap in your head, But we all have choices."

With that, I got up from the table; I wanted to slap the shit out of her, so I knew I had to get out. So, I packed an overnight bag and headed for the door.

"Joe, what are you doing?"

She looked genuinely confused.

"I'm leaving; I told her I will send for my stuff next week."

"But he said," she stammered.

"I don't know who the hell you have been talking to, but I'm gone."

We have a lake cabin; I went up there to stay. I was pretty comfortable there; I bought an old motor coach and fixed it up. I had not heard from Ellie in over six months. One of our old mutual friends told me she had been seen out and about with her boss, who's still happened to be married. Apparently, Ellie was getting a reputation for her slutty outfits.

I put all that behind me and set out on a cross-country tour in my motor coach. I was out of touch for almost six months. Occasionally, I would hear from Ellie's mom or sister, not that I was interested. When I got back, Ellie called, but I didn't answer. About 3 months after that, Ellie jumped off the tallest bridge in the area. I went to her funeral, but her family and I were the only ones there.

I received a letter in the mail from her; it lacked postage, so it took a while to reach me. It was a bulky envelope containing a couple of separate envelopes. One was marked read me first. I began to read.

Joe, my dearest, if you are reading this, I am gone. I could no longer stand what I had become. I have never stopped loving you, and I honestly believed Edward when he assured me you would go along with an open marriage. He pressed and pushed me from the day I started working there. Telling me how attractive I was and how he had to have me. I have never been subjected to such flattery. That Friday, I didn't come home, finally gave in and let him have me. I thought that simple intercourse would end it, but it went on all night; I have never felt such passion. I do not tell you this to make you feel bad, but as an explanation. Edward convinced me to say I wanted an open marriage and that you would have no choice. The clothes I wore to work were all cum stained, so I had to stop on the way home and get new ones.

I could not believe I had screwed things up so bad. So, I called Edward and told him you left, he came over shortly after and excuse the language, but he fucked me, several times including in my ass, to show me he owned me. After that, he stopped by frequently. And we fucked, there was no love there just fucking, and I was loving it, being used like a slut and, as he said, his cum dump.

Then he started bringing other people over, first it was one, then three, then five, which ended up as an all-night gang bang. I have never been so humiliated in my life. I could not believe how low I had sunk. I went to see him to tell him I was through. He was very affectionate and loving, convincing me to attend a gathering at a friend's house. When I arrived, Edward told his friend Lee that I was the honored guest, making me feel good. After a few drinks, I really felt funny. The next thing I remember is waking up with two guys; laying on a mat on the floor, we were all naked. Lee walked into the room; I tried to get up, he gave me a shot in my arm. That put me out.

I remember being dragged into the shower and scrubbed down by two strange men. I did not seem to have the ability to resist. I will describe the following in some detail, so you will understand why I am no longer here.

Once they cleaned me up and brought me back to the room, four young men came in all naked; they were young, looked like freshmen. I was naked. I tried to cover; I was slapped hard. I quickly got the point and just spread myself open; they took turns fucking me one after the other; they did make me orgasm. Then they put me on my knees, and one fucked me while I was forced to suck the other, then they rotated all of them cumming in my mouth and making me swallow. You know how much I used to hate that, not anymore, couldn't get enough. So for the next three months, that was pretty much the routine, I was given my daily shot, and all I can remember was guys coming and going using me any way they wanted. When I was left unmolested for a while, I thought of you and all I had thrown away.

I developed a bad case of acne from the drugs I assume and was taken from the room, and they started selling me from the back of a cab. Sitting at the curb in the back of the cab, I saw. Edward, I called out to him; he walked over but maintained his distance.

"Why Edward, why, please tell me."

"Because you were a prim and proper lady who said no once too often, I had to ruin you." Then, laughing at me, "look at you now, you stupid cunt."

I got out of the cab and ran, I hid for a while; I lived in a homeless shelter and got dried out. I was doing great had it all together, then I met Lonnie. We talked a few times, he treated me very respectfully. One day, he asked me if I would like to stop by his place for lunch. I saw no reason not to. When we got to his home, there were three guys there already. I tried to leave, Lonnie blocked the door. One of the guys dropped his pants and exposed his fully erect cock. That's when I fully realized they broke something inside somewhere along the way as I dropped to my knees and began sucking.

They used all that day and all through the night. When I managed to look one of them in the eyes, all I could see was lust, disgust, and pity. Gone were the days of respect and admiration I would see in people's eyes. Or the look of love in your eyes. They threw me out of their apartment naked and threw my clothes after me. They didn't even give me a chance to clean up. Then I realized I'd never be clean again.

I wrote this letter hoping you will understand that I love you and have always loved you. I am so very sorry if I caused you pain. Furthermore, I just hope I have the courage now to do what needs to be done.

Love

Ellie

I* was stunned, no more like shocked. How could they have done this to her? She cheated on me, that was her choice, but she was still a kind, gentle person. I could feel the rage boiling inside me, and that was not a good thing. I opened the other envelope and saw photographic proof of her story, the beatings, the gang bangs, and rapes. But more importantly, it showed me the faces of her tormentors. Then I realized why she sent them, she knew what I was capable of, and I had a strong sense of right and wrong and would not let her violators go unpunished.

I decided to start with her boss, not because he fucked her, but because of what he did after. Grabbing his wife was easy; I had her across the border and sold in a matter of days. I knocked at his front door, when he answered, I pushed my way in.

"Get out" he screamed.

I slapped him hard, and he fell on his ass, "where is your wife," I demanded.

"Visiting her sister."

So, he believed the story I made her tell him over the phone while he was at work. I pulled a stack of photos out of my pocket and threw them at him, pictures of his wife already hard at work in a cheap whorehouse. He was horrified.

"Noooooooo," he wailed.

"Oh yes, "I laughed, "and your daughters could be next."

When he asked why I read from Ellie's letter, then the lights went on. He realized I was Ellie's husband.

"I want the Names and Addresses of all involved. You SOB, you never even went to her funeral."

He blubbered and cried as he wrote down the names and addresses and wrote out a complete confession of what he had done. But, I might add, it was not without some prompting. I know that when I left, he would no longer be using his good looks to charm women. Not only that, but I left him with instructions on where to find his wife and how much it would cost to get her back.

The next on the list was Lee, a well-connected gangster, but that would not protect me from my wrath. Now on to Lee, after a month's stakeout and info from friends who shall remain nameless now and forever. I had his routine down as well as his racket. Find classy milfs to service a select crowd, and when the Blum was off, put them on the street. Ellie was just one of many.

When I first grabbed Lee, he was pretty brave. Then I subjected him to the things he did to my wife plus a few extras, and he began to babble. I had info the FBI would kill for. I found out the drug he used on my wife. It kept him in a semi stupor, but with a raging sex drive. I put him out, and when he woke up, he was in the basement wearing a rubber suit. And a ball gag, I removed the ball gag and opened the door. Several guys pushed in, some already with erections. Well, there he was in the heart of the gay district, looking to be gang banged. I brought a constant stream of guys that were more than willing to use him. Soon he was looking for more, begging to take it in the ass. Sucking cock like a pro, just couldn't get enough.

Two weeks later, I turned him loose, and he decided he wanted to avoid going back; he was hooked on the lifestyle. And if he went back, they would kill him for the info he shared.

Took a while to find Lonnie, found out he was paid by Edward to do her. I slapped him around and went back for Edward. He couldn't just let her go; it was like he was obsessed with her. I dispatched him very quietly in the middle of the night while his daughter slept next to him. Yeah, you heard me, his daughter. He apparently decided to leave his wife where she was.

The story should end here, but I was on a vendetta to get the men who took innocent lives and destroyed them. South of the border, they were pleased; I kept them supplied with wives of some top gangsters in the country. Do I feel bad about all this? Hell no. I love you, Ellie