How much more could I take? How much more should I be expected to put up with? The time had come. I was ready to pay that that lying, complaining, sexless bitch I had been married to for 20 years. It was time for revenge.
It was so different when we first met. She seemed so perfect for me. She loved my friends and they loved her. She’d hang with us, drink beer, and watch sports. And the sex, my God the sex was wonderful. She’d blow me anytime I wanted. She’d let me watch porno movies while she did it. Incredible! And we’d have the wildess, longest sex sessions. Hours and hours of hot sucking and fucking.
She seemed like the perfect woman to me.
But there is and old joke about finding the cure for nymphomania. It is WEDDING CAKE!
God, it started the week after we were married. Suddenly she was too tired for sex. Then the complaining. First about my friends, they became losers. Then about me watching the game on Sunday. She had chores she wanted done. Well I had a cock that needed sucking!
There is another joke about women. They have to bitch or they’d blow up! Well there was no chance of that happening to my wife. If she was awake, she was bitching.
Ten years and two kids came and went and the bitching never stopped. The woman worked and bitched about wanting to be a stay at home mother. So I worked harder and she began to stay home and be mom. But then she bitched about that.
God, will she ever be happy?
Then the fateful event 10 years ago. I had the idea something was up. She was visiting her parents and she mentioned running into an old friend while there. They had had just dinner and drinks, but something didn’t quite ring true. So I checked up on her.
A trip to Radio Shack and a special phone hookup and I could hear her phone calls on tape. The first week nothing. Then the fateful call from her “friend”. I listened as they spoke of their nights of passion. Of wild ass sex my wife used to do for me, but no longer. Of her desire to see him again and be “naughty”.
I was beside myself listening to those tapes. What should I do? I decided to confront her. I did not tell her about the tapes, just asked her several times about him. At first denying it, she finally admitted to one time when she was drunk. She said she was sorry and she could barely remember it. She said nothing really happened and he had trouble getting hard. She asked for forgiveness.
From listening to the tape, I knew that was bullshit. I was ready to divorce her, but she insisted on counseling. Meanwhile I kept listening, gathering more information.
I went and saw a lawyer when it became apparent she was going to see him again without telling me. Man, what a surprise! I have to pay her what? She fucks around and I lose my home and over 1/3 of my income for the next 10 years? How could that be fair? I saw two lawyers and got the same answer. Men get fucked in divorce.
So I thought and thought. I was not making enough money to afford a home on my own, plus pay for our old one. I’d be in an apartment, eating mac and cheese, while she lived in my house, eating steak on what I was paying her.
So I got a plan.
First I demanded she never talk to him again. That one took a while. He kept calling when I wasn’t around trying to bed her again. But after I busted her by looking at the phone records, she finally did say bye. Then we got into counseling. We went many times and I pretended to want to work it out, but I did not.
I was waiting.
In ten years, the kids would both be out of the house and school. I would still have to pay her half of what I had, but I made plans to hide as much as I could. I keep all the finances, so it was easy. I got a safety deposit box and began to hide the money. Each raise I under told her about, pocketing the difference. I figured to accumulate a nice nest egg in 10 years.
And I was nice to her. Underneath my breath, I called her a cocksucking bitch whore. But I smiled and was a wonderful husband. She said she loved me more than ever, and loved what I had become.
Stupid fucking bitch!
And fuck around? God, I did it as often as I could. I travel a bit and am fairly good looking. It wasn’t hard to find company. I slept with close to 20 women in the past 10 years. I just kept counting down the days.
I was going to bust her heart on our 20th anniversary.
But then something happened around year 18. I was getting into surfing and visiting chat rooms, when I met some guy bitching about his wife. I was in a chat room with people from my town, so I knew he was local. We began to talk and found we shared similar lives. His wife was a bitchy sexless cunt too. I’d made a friend. We met and chatted regularly.
Pretty soon there were 6 of us. We’d get online and create our own room and meet to share horror stories. It was getting kind of fun. None of them knew my real name, so I told them my plan and they all thought it was great.
Then one night I was talking with my one buddy, complaining about my wife’s lack of sex drive. I told him about one night when we were dating, she let me tie her up and mock rape her. I had a ball doing that and I told him I should do it one last time for old times sake before I dumped her.
Then he typed back. “Let me do it.” And a great idea was born.
Soon our other buddies were in the room and we were chatting about the subject. At first kidding, then it suddenly got serious and we were talking about them all doing it for real. We talked for hours, different scenarios, and when I got offline, I found myself incredibly aroused. I masturbated imagining my bitch wife being tied up and taken by man after man.
Could I really do that for real?
Nothing was said the next few chat sessions, and then my first buddy brought it up. Soon we were all discussing it again. Again, I found it very arousing, but wondered about making it real.
Over the next year we talked of it frequently. I was now 6 months from my 20th. Did I really want to do this? I finally decided to see if I could pull it off. I told the guys we should all meet face to face.
We picked a local bar and I was there first, waiting nervously. One by one they walked in and we went back to a corner booth. It was nice to see them all face to face. It’s funny. It’s easy to talk on a computer, but face-to-face is harder. We went quite a bit before we brought it up.
I looked around the table at my five buddies. Rick was the youngest at 23. He was white, about 6 feet tall and weighed around 180 pounds. Mike my first buddy was next at 25. He was white, a bit shorter that Rick, but build very solid, going maybe 200 pounds. Lee was 29. He was short, maybe 5’6” and thin at 140. Hector was 30, and a slightly chubby Hispanic who was over 6 foot and 250 pounds. The last was James. James was black as the night and a large man. He was 32, and was well over 6 foot tall and was a muscular 250 pounds or more.
At first, I thought there would be no way we’d actually do this. But the more we talked, the more real it became. The more beer we drank, the wilder we began to talk. I left the bar that night extremely horny. Of course the wife would have none of that when I got home, so I spent a restless night until I went in the bathroom and jerked off.
We began to meet on the same night week after week. The more we talked, the more we planned. We also decided that when the moment was right, we’d do it to each other’s wife. We had an exclusive club and we promised to take care of one another. Two weeks before my 20th anniversary, we had the plan done.
My wife and I would go out to dinner. I’d make sure she’d drink a bit, plus I would put one of her Xanax pills in her cocktail when I could, to relax her even more. The boys would let themselves in using the alarm code I gave them. They would be waiting for us when we got home.
One the fateful night, I was so excited I could no bare it. But I had to wait until 11PM before I brought her home. We had dinner and drinks and she was feeling things a bit as we drove to our home. I could not wait to get inside.
Once inside it was set up. My wife always went into change, and I would get something out of the kitchen and then come to the bedroom. They were waiting for her in there wearing all black and ski masks.
I waited a minute or so then I entered the room, my heart racing. The light was off, so I turned it on. Even though I knew what was going on, I was startled by the scene of my wife being held by two men. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind, a gun held to my head.
“Say a word and you’re both dead asshole.” Said the voice I recognized as my bud Mike.
Suddenly two more men appeared from the bathroom. I looked at my wife and her eyes were full of fear. A large gloved hand covered her mouth.
“Put your hands behind your back.” Said Mike again. I felt handcuffs secured to my wrists as he said. “So you won’t be a hero. Then a gag was tied into my mouth and I was pushed into a chair in our bedroom.
I kept looking at my wife. Inside smiling, but outside showing fear. My friend looked at her and then pointed the gun at my head.
“Disobey me once, and I’ll blow his brains all over the room. Understand?” Said my buddy.
My wife nodded, her eyes full of fear.
