That Bitch, That Bitch, That Little Fucking Bitch!
That bitch, that bitch, that little fucking bitch!" John kept repeating that phrase over and over again in his mind. He was trying hard not to lose his composure, not to hit his wife in her pretty, confused, disloyal little face. John was not usually a violent man. Oh the potential for it was always there, just beneath the surface, but he knew how destructive, how dangerous an SOB he could be; and he didn't like himself when he let the asshole out of the bottle. Maybe he was being unfair, maybe he had not heard his wife correctly. He thought she said, "Mom will be staying with us for a couple of weeks."
"Beth we have already discussed this. Your mother and I do not get along. She is a rude, conniving little bitch who almost ruined our wedding, and I do not want her in my house. Ever. Period. End of discussion."
Susan, his mother-in-law, did not want him marrying her little girl. Let's see -- he was too old for her (29 to her 20), did not make enough money (Asst. Principal was not too bad, and he got summers off), lazy, and she could do a lot better than him. This barrage of negative comments kept up right to their wedding day. He overheard her talking to her daughter 15 minutes before the ceremony was to begin.
"For the last time Beth don't be a fool. This man is a complete loser. It is not too late. Take my hand and let's walk out of here right now, or you will regret this for the rest of your life. You are only 20 years old. You are intelligent, beautiful and could have any man you want. Don't make the mistake of getting married, and pregnant too young. I love you, but having you at 17 was a mistake. Marrying your asshole father was a mistake. I don't want you to make the same mistakes that I did. I will do whatever it takes to save you from ruining your life."
John remembered listening in the hallway outside the room in shock. This woman was his enemy. She had the power to ruin his life. John wanted to storm in there and kick the living shit out of her, but he knew that was the wrong way to go. He had to know who came FIRST to Beth; he or her mother.
"Mom you might be right, but...I love him. I am not pregnant, and I am lucky. I have you to help me avoid mistakes. If you are right and John is a loser I'll leave him. I promise," she smiled and hugged her mom in a tight embrace.
On that glorious note, he was allowed to marry the woman that he loved. John had dodged a bullet -- his life was allowed to continue. But he knew he had to get his wife away from her mother's influence. Within six months of their marriage he had secured a job in San Jose, CA on the opposite side of the fucking country from Susan. His wife did not like it, but she finally agreed to the move. He made it very clear that it was time for them to start their lives together and that until her mother began to show him some basic respect she was not welcome in their house. Beth said she understood how he felt and would comply. How dare she invite that bitch out for a visit? Beth and John were about to have a fight. A big one.
"Stop being so silly and give me a hug. The past is the past -- we are family now. You aren't stupid enough to think I would stay away from my daughter forever," a smug, superior voice said behind him.
John turned around and there was a tall, blonde woman in her late 30's smirking at him. From frosty blue eyes to her stubby upturned nose and full breasts, to that tight round ass; every aspect of this woman reeked of condescension, wealth, and barely contained hostility. His mother-in-law was not COMING for a visit, she was already here!
"I'm sorry John but I missed her so much. Can't you two please try and get along for me?" said his wife in that humble, pleading tone she knew he liked. He loved his tiny little girl-wife, and the bitch was already here so....
"Susan I'll meet you half way. We may never be friends, but we both love Beth. Let's try and get along," John said as he held out his hand.
After a moment's hesitation she gave him a limp little handshake and said, "Be a dear Jonathan and carry my bags back to my room. Beth and I have so much to plan. I am only going to be here for a little while and there is so much shopping to be done. Her wardrobe is just pitiful, and this living room will need a few things to make it well -- livable. Don't worry Jonathan, I don't expect you to pay for it on your salary. I'll take care of everything."
And so it begins. The jibes, digs and put downs. It was going to be an annoying couple of weeks, but really how bad could it be. John was in his own home, married to her precious daughter, and she WOULD be leaving in 2 weeks, check that,13 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes. Let her play her little mind games. He had already won the war. At least that's what he thought. If he had known then the real reason for Susan's visit he would have kicked her pretty little ass to the curb, locked the door, took his wife and ran. His ordeal was about to begin.
The next day he went to work. Frankly he was glad to be away from the incessant background babble of his wife and her mother. The only thing worse than when they left him out of the conversation was when they forced him to join it.
"Let's ask John, it's his house too Mother. Honey, do you want lavender or mauve on the balloon curtains in the living room? Should we add track lighting under the window sill? Does this pattern bring out the highlights in the carpet or is the contrast too strong?"
Yadda yadda, snooze. Yep it was time to go to work. He had a peaceful uneventful morning. He went to the cafeteria for lunch. There were a few people in there. He could not help but notice a young attractive redhead with big tits and green eyes. She kept staring at him. Finally she walked over to where he was standing, leaned in to him, and gave him a long, wet, hungry kiss.
John was so stunned it took him a few seconds to register what was happening. It took a few seconds more to decide what he should do about it. Another 5 seconds were lost because she stuck her tongue deep in his mouth, rubbed herself against his crotch, and grabbed his ass. He felt himself get hard and the next thing he knew, he had a soft tit in each hand. John must have lost control then, because he was ready to fuck this young girl, in the middle of the cafeteria. He wanted to shove his 9" monster deep in her pussy, and make the little slut beg for mercy. She started playing with his cock until he was fully erect. He was about to spread her on the table and lick her little red pussy raw, when he glanced down at his wedding ring. It was like a bucket of cold water had been splashed on him. He was about to piss his marriage away for a piece of ass. A piece of succulent, tender, juicy young ass, but it was still ass meat nonetheless. As he looked around the cafeteria he became aware of the uncomfortable silence that permeated the air. What had once been a handful of people, had grown to a crowd of 40 or more, all looking at them.
