Broken Dreams

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Standing there in a long, dark coat with a large handbag, clutching a bottle of wine, she looked nervous. Juan wondered why she had come, but was reassured by the slight smile on her face and the bottle of wine, which appeared to be a gift for him.

Ann thought it might be difficult to persuade Juan to let her into his apartment and she had practised what she might have to say, but it turned out to be much easier than she expected.

"Hello, Juan," she said, proffering the bottle of wine. "I brought you some wine. May I come in please?"

Juan noted her hesitant smile and fluttering eyelashes. His arrogance and vanity told him it was the look of a woman who wanted more of his expert loving. Glancing at the wine, he was pleased to see it was a ten year old Rioja Reserva Seleccion Especial.

"Por favor," he replied, ushering her inside.

Once inside the apartment, he closed the front door and helped her off with her coat. She had taken great care with her hair and makeup and she was wearing an attractive, dark red dress with a low neckline showcasing a generous portion of her pale breasts. She followed him into the kitchen / dining room, placing her handbag carefully on the floor.

"Please have a seat," he said, taking a corkscrew from a drawer. "I will pour us some of this lovely wine and then we can talk."

Juan opened the bottle and fetched two wine glasses from a cupboard.

"It's lovely to see you," he said, filling the glasses. "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" replied Ann, smiling unsteadily. "You're probably wondering why I'm here, Juan. Actually, I want to ask you for a favour. I've been so lonely on my own and I've decided I need to leave. I will be gone tomorrow, but I want to spend the night with you before I go."

*

When they paused for a short break between energetic sex sessions Ann fetched the last of the wine from the kitchen / dining room. Juan had no idea she had laced his glass of the strong red wine with powdered sleeping pills. Much later, having fucked him to a standstill, Ann lay beside Juan and waited patiently until she was sure he was sound asleep.

Naked, she padded through to the kitchen / dining room and retrieved the meat cleaver from her handbag, returning swiftly to the bedroom. Standing at the side of the bed, looking down at the loathsome little man who had wrecked her life, she gritted her teeth and did not hesitate. This was not a random act on the spur of the moment. It was planned and deliberate.

Ann knew there would be a lot of blood, but she was shocked by the immediate aftermath of the cleaver hitting Juan's neck. A fountain of blood erupted under pressure, jetting from Juan's neck in all directions with enormous force, his eyes flew open and his body twitched uncontrollably. Ann saw surprise, fear and recognition in his eyes in the second or two before they glazed over.

As the blood gushed from the lifeless body, the muscles relaxed, including the sphincter. The bowels voided, filling the small room with the smell of shit. Gagging with nausea, Ann hacked at Juan's neck twice more before she was satisfied her task had been completed. Soaked in blood, she had avenged her husband as appropriately as she could.

Afterwards, in no great hurry, she washed herself off in the bathroom, wiped herself down with one of Juan's bath towels. She retrieved her clothes from the kitchen / dining room, got dressed and let herself out, not bothering to close the front door. There was no point trying to hide what had happened to Juan.

With time to spare, she made her way at a steady pace along the cold, dark and empty streets towards her goal. It took her under an hour to get there, as the sky gradually grew lighter, signalling the dawn of a new day. From time to time she anxiously checked her watch, but her timing was good and she only had a few minutes to wait.

Breathing deeply in an effort to calm her nerves, she lay face down at a ninety degree angle to the railway line, positioning her neck on the track, exactly as Richard had. She heard the express hurtling rapidly towards her and was sure she would soon be reunited with her one true love.

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Buster2UBuster2Uabout 1 month ago

10 Big Blazing Stars for a great story about seduction of a very naive wife, destruction of self respect and a marriage. Suicide as the last option for this betrayal, and then suicide again. Heartbreaking. I have been betrayed so many times, I have just come to expect it anymore. It is a "way of life" and "Women are Easy" figuring that if a woman has any sexuality to her at all, then she desires sex and can be seduced with some effort. Some much more effort than others, but we are NOT robots, we are all human and fallible. If we are human, we are NOT perfect and therefore we can be seduced, and betray our promise of fidelity to our spouse. This story is a perfect example of just one way it can be done. A man feels sorry for a predator and brings him into his own home, exposes him to his naive wife and before long she is another notch on his bedpost. Most men are NOT like Marc LaValliere with all that he has to offer, ruining your woman for you forever. At least half of the other men out there are just going to fuck your wife and try not to get caught by avoiding her in the future. Many are like my old room mate, will fuck any woman they can with minimum effort or finesse. Not that good of a lay, and only get the first lay because they are so aggressive, usually not able to even get a second time because they are so quick on the trigger and if the woman has an orgasm at all it is none of his concern, and certainly NOT to his credit. When a woman has illicit sex with another man it won't necessarily ruin her pussy for you. That is what pussies are for. SEX. But if he is exceptionally well endowed and good looking, like LaValliere was, then it might be a problem in the future if she "longs" for him or thinks about him while you are making love with your wife. Myself, I love sloppy seconds and have shared ALL of my women. It can mess up your relationship doing that, but it doesn't have to. If he is a good friend, and won't romance her behind your back, if he isn't a lot better lover than you, if his cock isn't a lot bigger than yours you might be "OK". Divorce doesn't have to always happen because your spouse was weak. On the other hand, if your spouse is ALWAYS weak, you may have a problem. Jus' sayin' Buster2U

Nasty56Nasty56about 1 month ago

Really dramatic!

TommywinklesTommywinkles4 months ago

Wow quite dark, but a good story.

AnonymousAnonymous9 months ago

What a sad, tragic story, Fred! Probably worth five stars, but due to content I give it four stars ⭐️. Keep writing!

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