"You would really want me to do that?"
"Yes I would."
"But none of that is true baby. You aren't a wimp and you have a marvelous cock. And where does this not man enough to make me pregnant come from? Neither one of us wants kids right now so we haven't even tried."
"I know baby, it is all mental and I know it, but your lover should leave thinking I'm a wimp ass who can't take care of his own wife."
"Well, if that is what you want okay. I can do it, but it won't feel right. I'll do it tomorrow night while I'm still up from tonight. If you wait I might lose my nerve. Are you sure you are all right with this baby? It isn't going to hurt us, is it?"
"No honey, it won't hurt me at all."
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As I slid my cock into her slushy cunt I hissed, "My cock is only good for pissing?"
"Oh yeah baby, your little dick is worthless. How does your silly little pee pee feel soaking in a real man's cum?"
"You fucking whore" I moaned as I drove my cock into her.
"I know I am baby, but I love you so even though you're worthless in bed I'll stay with you. You will need to get used to sloppy seconds though because I'll probably go out every night and pick up some stud."
"You fucking bitch!"
"Yeah baby, I'm a bitch and you are my cuckold. Next time though you will have to suck my lover's cum out of my pussy before I'll let you fuck me, understand?"
"Yes dear," I said, knowing full well there wasn't going to be a next time.
Fucking her two boyfriends in front of me sexually supercharged my wife and she couldn't leave me alone for the rest of the weekend. I wanted to shove her away or spit on her, but I had to force myself to behave. I needed to keep things on an even keel until I was ready to drop the hammer on her.
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Monday morning I kept the appointment that I had made with a divorce lawyer. And I gave him a copy of the audio and video tapes. He reviewed them and asked me what I wanted.
"Out of the marriage and I don't want that whore to leave with anything. No alimony, no settlement, no nothing. She can leave the marriage with what she brought to it - her maiden name and that's all."
"You know she will fight it, right? With what we have the divorce will be a slam dunk, but a good lawyer will get a judge to award her something."
"I don't know much law, but wouldn't that audio tape of her talking to her mother about fleecing me show that she only married me for my money and wouldn't that be fraud?"
"It would be a hard sell and I doubt I could get the DA to file charges. We might be able to scare her with the threat of criminal charges, but it would depend on how sharp a lawyer she gets."
"How would a suit for alienation of affections go if we went after her mother?"
"We would have a good chance there."
"Maybe the threat of me doing that will make Stella walk away."
"You could try it."
"What's the time line?"
"I can have the papers filed by tomorrow afternoon and then they just have to be served."
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That night and the next Stella was still super horny from her weekend and, as odious as it was for me, I had to take care of business. Wednesday at dinner Stella asked me how I felt about her working on my fantasy some more.
"Brad called me today and said he wanted to see me again."
"You seemed to enjoy him so okay, why not. Only one thing though, you won't be able to do him here."
"Why not?"
"Because come this time tomorrow you won't be living here."
"What are you talking about?"
"I have something to show you. Just a second; I'll be right back."
I got up and went into my home office and got my briefcase and went back to the kitchen. I took out a tape recorder and put it on the table. I had taken excerpts from the tapes I had collected and I had put them on the tape in the recorder. I pushed the PLAY button:
- Hurry up lover, sit down on the couch and get it out. You know how much I love to wrap my lips around it.
- You still going to feel that way when we get married?
- Hell yes baby. Ooh, look at it. Is it ready for me or what?
There was a pause on the tape and I looked up at Stella's face and saw that she had gone pale. The next piece of the tape started:
- I need for you to cover for me tonight in case hubby calls.
- Who are you meeting, Brad or Dave?"
- Brad.
- One of these days you are going to get caught. You know that, right?
- No I won't, and with any luck you won't need to cover for me anymore.
- You are finally going to get the divorce?
- No, I still need another year to make sure I know where all the assets are.
I pushed the STOP button as I looked at Stella's stunned expression. Then I took an envelope out of the briefcase and handed it to her. She took it and I said:
"You have been served. Now here's the way it's going down. You walk away and don't contest the divorce and I'll leave your mother alone. I'll sign your car over to you and pay one year's insurance on it. I'll pay the security deposit and the first years rent on an apartment and I give you five grand for start money. Give me even the slightest problem and I'll sue your mother, Brad and Dave for alienation of affections. I don't know what I can get from Brad and Dave, but my lawyer says I can end up with a judgement against your mother large enough that if she doesn't pay it I can seize her house and put her and your father on the street. Bottom line is that you need to get busy packing. I want you out of this house by this time tomorrow.
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That wasn't the end of it though. Stella packed up and got out and moved back in with her parents until she could find a place of her own. She told her mother about my threat, which caused her mother to have a panic attack. The father in law wanted to know why she was blubbering and she told him I was going to take their home. Neither Stella nor her mother would tell him why so he came to me and called me every name in the book he could think of:
"It's bad enough you're being an asshole to my daughter, but where do you get off dragging my wife into it?"
I liked Ralph and I hated to do it to him, but I had no intention of becoming the villain of the piece so I played the audio tapes for him. He sat stunned as he listened to his wife and daughter plot against me and then he got up and left without saying another word. I heard later that he threw Stella out of the house and when his wife tried to prevent it he told her to shut up or get out too.
Stella did walk away without fighting me on the divorce and two months after the divorce was final she married Brad. It turns out that Brad was an abusive control freak and several times I saw Stella around town sporting a black eyes and bruises. Once I saw her with her arm in a sling and I couldn't help but feel happy for her that she was able to marry the man of her dreams.
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loved it
but I am a vindictive person. he was very fortunate, in the she was a bit loose with her affairs.
Why did he want to act the cuked husband?
He had the house wired, so he didn't need for her to know about him seeing anything. Weakened the story by making him seem to be voluntarily self-abusing.
Good story, cut and dried
While my own story isn't quite as compelling, I had a wife who after a few years of marriage decided the grass was probably greener on the other side of the fence. Her very serious boyfriend, the last one before me and cheated on her, decided to make a play for her. The dumb cunt being a dumb cunt, told me she wanted to separate for a while, she needed to find herself.
This was completely atypical for her. Going from a loving wife to wanting a separation just wasn't like her. I had a buddy follow her with a good camera and a video recorder and sure enough, he followed her right to Tom's house. She had rented her own little apartment but didn't stay there, she moved in with Tom. The minute I found that out and my buddy gave me not only the pictures and video, along with video through the living room window (stupid, fucking on the couch with the shades open!) we were, in my heart, divorced.
I bagged her shit, everything in the house, and burned anything else that had her picture or anything to do with her. Even the pictures I bagged for her, I cut my self out of them or use a black marker and scribbled myself out of her life. At first she'd called me ever night, then a few times per week and then finally, once in a month. Obviously before she even left the house I told her to open her own checking account and get her own credit cards, I had taken her off of mine and took half our money from our joint accounts. That shocked her but apparently it wasn't enough to stop the lust she had for old Tom, her cherry picker from when they were sophomores in high school. Just kids fucking all the time and everywhere they could. But I'd thought that was over.
Finally she called me again and I didn't take her call. Then she called back and over the next few days she called numerous times, getting more pissed each time. She tried to catch me at home, I had the locks changed and new deadbolts installed and her shit was locked up in the garage, although she didn't know it. When she started trying to catch me at work, that was even easier. I'm a logger and the instant the crew knew what was going on, along with my boss, the owner, they were all on my side. There was always someone there to play interference and she never even laid eyes on me. Ours is a small town, less than 1200, but I was able to send out grocery lists and buddies wife's would pick my shit up for me. It's good to have actual friends.
Finally, I got a call from the local hospital, she had been admitted after taking a pretty good right cross from Tom. He'd had a bit too much to drink and clocked her a good one. It worked out pretty well, my lawyer was a guy I grew up with and used to work with him in the hayfields bucking bales when we were young. I just called him with the room number and he personally stopped by her room to serve her. He said it was the first time in his life when he actually was looking at someone and watched the blood drain from their face. She tried to deny it until he started pulling out photographs of their trysts and I guess that was it.
She hired a lawyer before she was released from the hospital and told her to fight it, she didn't want Tom, she wanted her husband. My lawyer laughed at her lawyer and said old Jody better get used to being a divorcee. Her parents, who I send only some of the info to, refused to let her move home and the instant I heard she had went back to Tom's after being released, I was ready. The friend who had taped her also had a big flatbed truck. We'd loaded everything that was hers on it and was sitting there loaded and ready to go. When he got my call, he brought over three friends and the four of them took all her shit to Tom's house and unloaded it in the driveway, blocking everything.
The word is, she was devastated when she started going through everything and she came to the pictures. Hey, it was her idea to move on, she could do it without me. Both my landline and cell phone were filled with her begging and pleading, she'd made a mistake, blah blah blah. Finally I unplugged my home phone and had the telephone company take it out and I put a block on my cell. I'll be damned if I was going to change my number that she would probably be able to weasel out of someone. That worked good until she started using other people phones, but the second I heard her voice, I hung up. After that, if I didn't know the number, I didn't answer it.
She wanted a meeting with me and said she'd sign if she could talk to me. Nope, the cunt left, she was gone. It went to the courts and my lawyer introduced the evidence and after only a few minutes, the judge granted the divorce. All that time she was fighting it, she was shacked up and still fucking Tom. We didn't own a home, had little cash which we split 50/50 and my truck was old, her car was newer and spiffy, the court just said to go our separate ways with our personal shit. Perfect!
She started camping out on my front porch until I got a restraining order. They made it 500' and that gave me a chance to leave unseen from my driveway and for a while, I spent a lot of nights with buddies who were single. I really REALLY didn't want to even see the cunt, let alone talk to her. After about 4 months after the divorce was over, she finally quit bothering me. I'd see her on the street and if it looked like she was going to try something, I just went the other way.
Once I cut down an alley on the way to the bank after seeing her and was standing in line when one of our friends (a woman) hit me in the back. She was livid, talking about how she'd just left Jody on the street hysterical, because I wouldn't even talk to her. I told her to wait until I was done with the bank and I'd see her outside. Once I explained everything, she was a bit more pleasant. But I told her, although she'd been a friend since we were young, I didn't want to talk to her again. No one acts like that to someone else and expects there not to be ramifications. She was hurt but left.
About a year later, it was summer again, I happened to come face to face with my ex in a grocery store. I didn't notice her until I damn near ran into her. Friends had told me she was still shacked up with Tom and not only was he beating on her but was out cheating on her! Talk about Karma! Sometimes, what goes around, comes around.
I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Not only had she been beaten, a LOT, but had scars around her eyes and on one cheek. She had a black eye that was almost gone and I saw handprints on her arms that were black. Jody might have been a selfish cheater but she was still a human being. We stood there, face to face and this time I didn't run. But I didn't say anything either. Our town is small enough that when people saw us in the isle, they avoided the isle to give us privacy. It wasn't needed, she saw the horror on my face and just stood there and cried. I suppose she wanted me to take her in my arms but I couldn't do it and when it was obvious she was only going to cry, I left my cart and left the store.
I pulled up to Tom's house just as he was getting out of his car. He saw me coming and ran for his front door but I got to him first. Now, I'm about 5'10" and 200lbs, Tom is 6'2" and 250lbs, and a bit soft. When we went to school together he was a football stud, me, I was a hunter and spent my time in the woods. Now as a logger and spending my time either carrying or dragging heavy shit, I was brutally strong. More importantly, I was out of control. Thankfully the neighbors saw what was happening and called the police or I'd be in prison.
I started beating him. A couple really hard punches to the guts and then one right smack dab on his nose pretty much ended it, but I was just beginning. With my open hand I started to slap him and pretty soon his face was opened up. But I had him against a tree in his front yard and he couldn't get away from me. The whole time I talked. I told him what a chicken shit cunt he was and how did he like getting back what he like to do to women. I didn't stop and he had pretty much quit fighting back, his face was cut to shreds when I finally got through to him.
Now, unbeknownst to me, Jody had finally gotten home and was watching along with the crowd. It was a beating that was slowly and methodically moving toward a killing. When got through to him, it was because of what I said, loud enough so he could hear it over the ringing in his head. I told him, "Tom, you'd better fight back because you're fighting for your life. When someone leaves here today, the other will be dead. So either stand here and fight or you'll stand her and die." My friend who hauled Jody's shit over was there and heard me say it and told me later, the little bit of crowd noise died to nothing when they heard it.
He started to fight back but it was too little and too late. I closed my hands and started using my fists on him. He was almost out when my buddy tried to pull me off but not knowing what was going on, I turned and cold cocked him right on the jaw and he was down, out cold. When the police got there, Jody was on my back and they saw me throw her. Then I was down on Tom again and this time I was using my stiffened fingers and trying to drive them through his sternum, in my mind, I was going to rip his heart out and have little doubt, given enough time, I was going to do it.
I was tasered. Man, those things hurt because old Jeremy, he'd went to school with my older sister, he gave me the full monty because when he'd let up, I'd go back after Tom who couldn't defend himself. The SOB made me piss my pants, he'd juiced me so long. Before they hauled me off, I saw the ambulance pull up, then another one and Jody and Tom each had their own rides to the hospital. Couldn't happen to a finer pair.
I ended up spending a few weeks in the slammer, Jody actually tried to come and talk to me, I refused her. My buddy stopped by and said Tom was in bad shape but he'd live. I busted a lot of bones in his face and an arm and collar bone, plus busted an arm on Jody when I threw her. My buddy just laughed when I asked how he was, he just grabbed his jaw and shook it, telling me I didn't hit hard enough to make a girl cry!
I was convicted of a couple different things, I'm not going into that here, but I was sentenced to 48-60 months in prison, reduced to 11 months in jail instead and a hefty fine. I made it plain and clear, Tom was to take Jody back, never touch her in anger again and he was to marry her or I'd be back to finish the job. My buddy smiled when he agreed to carry the message. Basically, I taught him a lesson and I wanted to continue teaching Jody a lesson.
I did my time and was finally released. I went back to work with the same logging crew and made good money again. Before I got out I heard Tom refused to take Jody back or marry her, then left town, to where, no one seems to know. I found him though. Jody, her parents finally took her in. I see her on the street or in a store, but like I said, I wasn't ever going to talk to her and to this day, not a single word has come out of my mouth where she could hear my voice.
Fast forward 5 years now since I was released and Jody has a new boyfriend and it looks serious. It was my old buddy that helped me out. I wished him well and made him understand I really meant it, but as long as they were together, I'd have nothing to do with him either, unless he was alone. He took it well, he'd expected no less. They finally married and according to him, are very happy with a baby on the way. I wished him well.
Me? I found a nice little place out of town and bought it. I have all the privacy I need and actually met a little gal who is a legal immigrant from Spain. She's a little spitfire but is passionate about her man. She knows my story and whenever she sees Jody and we're together, anyone can tell by her body language, Jody isn't getting near me. We're happy, she moved in and it looks like marriage for us.
Tom? I found him 1800 miles away. When I left, he had to start taking testosterone shots, because after leaving him and driving a couple miles, I rolled the window down and threw out a couple little jewels next to a dog sitting on a street corner....more...
Damn
What a worthless cunt. Her mother also. I didn't like the part of him watching in the closet but that was the only fault. Good tale.
Proof read please
Loved the story as I read many of these just to fill in some time, and enjoy the endings. Please proof read them first. If she phones BRAD to come over, why is it DAVE is the one fucking her. This error occurs twice. Still onto the next one, give you four any way.more...
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