I'm not going to lie, this is another story based in fact. I wrote this to get past a particularly nasty divorce. The actual situation was different but the hurt, anger and rage are too very real. I hope you enjoy it.
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Part One: The Discovery
August 15, 2010:
Sam Johnson hated going into the bank. A long time computer nerd, he so much preferred doing everything possible online. Paying bills. Ordering gifts. So much simpler than having to go out and interact with people.
Today's quest was something he always left to his wife Teresa, digging out the kids' birth certificates, immunization records and such to start the school year. Teresa though had an important client meeting out of town and convinced Sam to do it for her. OK, it was more the blow job and a promise of a master/slave weekend with Teresa as the bottom that finally got him to agree.
Sam & Teresa had met in college almost 20 years ago in a computer drafting class. Teresa was studying to be an architect, Sam was the instructor. Even though Teresa was almost 2 years older, Sam already had a masters degree from M.I.T. and was working towards his P.H.D. What started as some harmless flirting with the teacher soon turned into a a torrid affair. While Sam may have been socially awkward and painfully shy at times, his vast imagination and 11" cock went a long way in Teresa's book. In late April Teresa missed her period and they married just after the semester ended.
The two of them made a strikingly odd couple. Teresa, with her classically Italian features, stood almost 6' tall without her heels. Her jet black hair, olive skin and large breasts made her stand out in any crowd. Sam was 5'8", blonde, pale and skinny. The kind of man no one seemed to notice. Two decades and 3 kids later, life was good for their family. Teresa designed shopping centers and upscale condos while Sam took care of the house and cleared seven figures doing consulting work for Fortune 500 companies.
With 2 teenagers in high school and another starting college, the yearly grind to produce 'originals and/or certified copies' of birth certificates was something that rubbed Sam the wrong way. "A high quality scan of the records should be sufficient" he thought to himself.
After about 5 minutes of digging and organizing Sam found the required records for his two youngest and started to close the lid when something odd caught his eye. An old 3.5" floppy disc, something Sam had not seen in years. It had partially fallen out of an envelope that had come unsealed. "Teresa Magavio, PRIVATE" was typed on the front with her old college PO box number, along with a Panama City, Florida return address. Magavio had been Teresa's maiden name. The post mark was April 30th, 1992. The same day that Teresa had told Sam that she was pregnant. Taking the disc, he left the envelope and replaced the safety deposit box before departing the bank.
The whole way home Sam began have doubts. He didn't doubt his wife loved him. He never doubted the paternity of his two sons, who looked more like his clones than his kids. The one thing that always bothered him was his oldest child and only daughter Samantha, Sammy to everybody who knew her. Taller than his wife, without the soft Mediterranean curves. With her mocha coloured skin, brown hair, blue eyes and smallish bust, she looked nothing like any member of either side of either family. Teresa has always insisted that she favored her "Sicilian cousins", but no colour photos of that part of her family where anywhere to be had.
Sam thought back to that class not quite 20 years ago. The flirting began almost at once when Teresa realized how shy and inexperienced with women Sam was. Their first real date had been on Valentine's Day. A date that Teresa had convinced him into asking her out on. Later that very same evening she had seduced him for the first time, taking his virginity in the process. For the next month they had slept together in his apartment every night, and had a few quickies between classes as well. What Sam lacked in experience he more than made up with enthusiasm and a huge prick. The largest prick that Teresa claims she's ever seen, even in porno movies. Then in mid-March Teresa went off on spring break with some of her girl friends to Panama City. The very night she returned, she went to Sam's for dinner and hot sex. Hot sex that resulted in a broken condom, their marriage and then daughter Sammy.
Or so he had thought.
Arriving home Sam went into what Teresa called his "Man Cave". Unlike many of their friends, it had no big screen TV, no booze, or anything of the like. Instead Sam a computer set up that rivaled many of the major corporations he did work for. Sam specialized in security software. If you us a PC you probably have run programmes that he either wrote or helped to. Popping the disc into a drive he booted it up, almost dreading what might be on it.
On the disc he found a series of photos. Most all were blurry closeups of an averaged sized but obviously black cock, coated in spunk, sliding in and out of a slightly hairy white pussy. The next to the last one was a very clear closeup of a black hand holding open the same woman's pussy, thick with oozing semen. Sam noticed there was a familiar blue denim mini skirt near the edges of the frame. It was the last photo that ripped Sam's heart from his chest: A perfect medium shot of the woman, naked save for the mini skirt pushed up above her hips.
Her crotch a flood of thick, viscus sperm.
The woman was Teresa. His Teresa...
At least what Teresa looked like then.
The skirt was very familiar to him, Teresa called it her "slut skirt". She had brought it back as a souvenir from her trip to the beach. She had been wearing it the night he thought they had conceived Sammy. She had brought it out every so often, indicating by wearing it that she wanted Sam to pound her hard "like the slut I am..." Two of the times she had flaunted it had resulted in their two sons.
Sam sat in silence for a long time. His mind spun out of control, his emotions twisted up like he had never known before. Beyond mere jealousy, his rage threaten to spin out of control.
"Divorce her?"...
"Disown Sammy?"...
"Or maybe more drastic action is required???"...
Sam began to laugh out loud with a laugh like he had never emitted before. Not the jovial sound of a happy soul, but the fierce cackle of a mind gone mad.
"Yes, vengeance is the special on our menu today", he thought darkly, "and, like Teresa has always said, 'A dish best served cold'."
Sam started to type as his plan began to form.
