Cheating or Rape

Cheating or Rape

sizemedium

I have read many of the "cheating wife" stories here. Since there is no way that I would be a cuckold husband, I thought I would write a story to describe how I would handle a cheating wife.

This is a fictional story!! My loving wife has remained faithful to me for over 40 years. I used a fictional character for the wife in this story but the husband's role is clearly all me.

Copyright © 2018 - This is an original work by Sizemedium and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.

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I was just leaving the airport for home after a two-day business trip to Chicago. I was scheduled to be gone for four days but we were able to conclude our business in two. I did not call my wife as I wanted to surprise her. I knew that she had the afternoon off and I was looking for some welcome home sex.

My wife of 10 years is a "dirty" blonde, that is, it is a mixture of blonde and light brown hair. She is 5' 3", 115, 40 years old, and has nice C cup tits. She is very sexual and even shaves her pussy for me. When we go out, men stare at her because she is so petite and cute. I am lucky that she is mine.

As I drove up to my house, I noticed a strange car parked on the driveway and also the garage door was up. I could see my wife's car inside the garage but no one was around. Also the front door to the house was open. Something was definitely wrong! I parked around the corner from our house and walked back. I went through the garage and entered the house. I walked into our family room and saw my wife's clothes all over the floor by the couch. Also there was a man's clothing on the floor. What the fuck? Is my wife having an affair?

This was my third and final marriage. After two divorces, I had told myself that I would never go through another one. They are painful and costly! I am an alpha male and I will not be one of those wimpy husbands who lets their wives have lovers while they sit at home. Since day one of this marriage, I had always warned my wife that I would shoot her if she was unfaithful because I would not stand for another divorce. I told her that I would plead temporary insanity.

Although I was fearful of what I would find, I crept up the stairs to go to the master bedroom, intending to see if she was having sex. Part way up I heard both a man's voice and my wife's voice,

"Ohh, that feels really good. Make me cum," I heard my wife say.

"Not yet. I am going to roll you over," the guy said.

I had heard enough and it was clear that they were having sex. Yes, my wife was having an affair while I am supposed to be away on business! She thought she could get away with it. Well, I had warned her what would happen!

I turned around and headed back to the family room. I was very angry but I was trying to keep my cool. I went through the man's pants and found his wallet. His name was Todd Freeman; he was no one that I knew. Where the fuck did he come from? I put his wallet in my pants pocket. I went through his suit coat and found a bottle of prescription pills with no label. I also found some of his business cards so I put one in my pocket. It had all his numbers including his home phone number. I saw his cell phone laying on the floor so I picked it up and hid it under the seat cushions on the couch. It might come in handy.

I picked up my wife's panties from the floor. Upon examination of the crotch, there was no staining or moisture so they must have gotten undressed before they started messing around.

Next, I went into the kitchen and put on nitrile gloves. We don't want any finger prints for this mission! My anger was rising so I went back to the family room to get my handgun. I will show her that I meant what I said! I was in such a hurry to get my Colt 1911 handgun from its leather storage case on the shelf in the family room that I dropped the leather box on the floor and spilled the contents. Crap! I don't think that they heard me upstairs. I carefully inserted a clip into the handgun. I did not "rack" the handgun so there was no bullet in the chamber. Best to be safe! I put the handgun in my right front pants pocket. I forced myself to stop and think for a minute... what am I doing with my handgun? I love my wife too much to shoot her but I certainly wanted to prove to my wife that I meant what I had told her about cheating.

As I quietly went up the stairs, I turned on my cell phone to "movie" because I wanted to record proof of my wife's infidelity. All it was recording now were their voices and my movements up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom. Just outside the bedroom doorway, I was able to hide myself off to the side. I held the cell phone in the doorway and I could see both of them clearly on the phone. I patiently waited until had several of minutes recorded of them fucking. It was painful seeing and hearing my wife fuck another man but I had to gather proof of her infidelity. With the cell phone still recording, I quietly walked through the doorway. Next, I quietly closed the bedroom door and locked it as I did not want anyone to leave.

Both were totally nude. My wife was lying on her stomach on the bed, "Prone bone" position. The guy was laying on her back and was fucking her in the ass. I watched for a minute while still recording them. It was very painful to see my wife fucking with another man, especially in the ass. My heart was racing. I must stay calm!

I heard my wife say, "We need to stop! This is hurting too much! Please! I can't do it anymore. I will roll back over for you. I want you to cum."

The guy said, "Not yet! You know this is what I like to do. God, you are so tight. It feels really good! I want to cum back here."

I turned off the cell phone camera and I quickly sent the file to my home computer. I slipped the phone into my pants pocket.

I interrupted them by saying, "What are we doing here folks?"

The man stopped his stroking. It took a minute for them to realize that someone was in the room with them. The guy looked around to see who it was. My wife turned her head toward the door and shouted, "Oh God!! NO! Honey, I can explain....."

"This is your husband? You said he was out-of-town for two more days," the guy said.

"No....no.... no, this can't be happening..." my wife exclaimed and started to cry.

The guy crawled off the bed and stood facing me in a menacing manner.

"Don't worry. I can handle this little guy," he said. It was clear to me that he wanted a fight.

I noticed two things about him right away: (1) His dick was smaller than mine... maybe 6 inches at the most and it was bent. My wife is certainly not fucking him for the size of his dick. (2) He was not using a condom. My wife could have just gotten a disease from this jerk.

Let me stop the action here and explain something. I am about 5' 5" tall with a muscular build. This guy was about 6'3" tall and easily 240 lbs and fairly muscular. I had completed two tours of duty in the US Army Special Forces as a medical officer. Medical officers in my group did not carry any form of weapon because we carried so much medical equipment, so we specialized in hand-to-hand combat. With all my military training, this guy would be no problem for me if he wanted a fight.

"Hi, Todd. Nice meeting you here fucking my wife," I said.

"How do you know my name?" he asked.

"Your wallet fell out of your pants downstairs when you hurriedly undressed," I said. I held up his wallet and then put it under the TV.

"Why you little....." and he rushed me with his fist pulled back to hit me in the face.

I heard my wife yell, "No! Stop it, Todd!"

When he was close to me, I kicked him very hard between the legs. Military training! My foot not only hit his balls hard but the toe of my shoe hit a spot just behind the balls that causes extreme pain and shuts down a lot of muscle movement. He stopped moving towards me and grabbed his balls with both hands. He slowly sank to his knees. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was trying to say something but all that was coming out was a high-pitched groan.

It was time to show this huge lump of shit who the dominant male was. I moved around behind him and grabbed his hair with both hands and he let out a scream. I pulled him backwards across the floor and then up onto the two-person couch where my wife and I often read at night. He sat there motionless and holding his balls.

"Oh God no! No! No! Honey, I can explain...." my wife said, realized how serious this situation had become.

I quickly moved back by the doorway and I pulled out my handgun. The confrontation with Todd had made me very angry. It was time to let them both know that I am the one-in-charge now. There is a price to pay for having an affair.

When my wife saw me with my handgun, she remembered what always I had said about her being unfaithful to me. She turned very pale and got off the bed. She knelt down in front of me with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Please... please, honey, let me explain this to you. Don't do this!" my wife said hysterically.

"What is there to explain? It is obvious. You are naked on our marriage bed and this guy is fucking you in the ass. You never have let me do that as long as we have been married. What makes him so special that he gets to fuck you in the ass?" I said angrily.

"Honey, I am really sorry... very sorry. Please put the gun down. Let's talk," my wife said crying.

"You say that you are sorry, but are you sorry that you have hurt me or that you got caught? Which is it?" I said.

"For God's sake don't shoot me. It is not as it looks....I can explain," she said.

"But it is exactly as it looks, you slut! I have recorded several minutes of you fucking on my cell phone that will prove it is exactly as it looks. That is all the proof I will need to show that you were unfaithful to me in the divorce. You, my sweet wife, had an affair while I was supposed to be gone," I said.

"Oh God! Oh God! I have really fucked up big time!" my wife said crying.

I needed to calm down so I took a deep breath. I came to my senses and realized that these two are not worth going to jail for. So what to do with the handgun now?

I thought for a minute and a plan began to form. First of all, Todd needs to be punished for what he has done. Why not let the legal system take care of this bag of shit. Maybe this was a case of rape. That would get him into legal troubles, except that rape is not fairly handled in our county. Our Sheriff office does a great job of documenting rape cases but the DA seldom takes the woman's side. The rapists usually get off with Attempted Sexual Assault which is a misdemeanor here. If I could work the handgun into the situation, then the DA would look at Todd more seriously. Our DA hates firearms and he would prefer that no one in the county own one. My plan to punish Todd was coming together.

The "Todd guy" was still in a daze. He was sitting still on the couch holding his balls. I walked over to him and took his right hand. I pressed his fingers all over the handgun and then pressed the handgun firmly into his hand with his finger on the trigger. Then I removed the clip and forced his fingers onto the clip to show that he had loaded the gun. I reinserted the clip and returned the handgun to my gloved hand.

By me moving his hand around, he began to recover from his ball treatment. He started to stand up. I hit him along his right cheek with the handgun, leaving a 2" gash in his face. He screamed and fell back onto the couch. Tears began to flow down his cheeks. I wanted him to feel some of the pain that I was feeling.

I walked back in front of my wife who was still kneeling on the floor and I slapped her hard across the face, leaving a handprint. The slap stopped her crying for a few seconds. I have never hit a woman in my life but she did the unthinkable and I was really angry with her.

"Shut up, you slut! You have nothing to explain to me because I can see what is happening. I know that you are only sorry because you got caught. You secretly had your affair while I was supposed to be away on business. You knew it was safe to let this guy fuck you today, and you never intended for me to find out," I said angrily.

I pointed the handgun at my wife and motioned her to get up from the floor and sit on the couch beside the "Todd guy".

She crawled up on the couch. Tears were streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks. She put her hands down to cover her crotch as if she were ashamed to show it to me.

"I need some answers so tell me the truth. How long has this been going on? I asked.

"This is the only time. I can explain to you. Just don't hurt me," she said.

"How do I know that this is the only time? Are you lying to me?" I asked.

"I am not lying to you. I have never lied to you," she replied.

"So you brought a stranger into our home and let him fuck you in the ass in our bed. It that right?" I asked.

"It's not like that!" she said.

"Listen, my ex-wife...It is exactly like that," I said angrily. "I don't want to be married to a cheater. You are finished here!"

From the look on my wife's face, I knew that she understood that I meant what I said about cheating. Now to deal with the Todd guy.

I moved toward him but not too close. I pointed the handgun at him and asked. "So, Todd, do you have a habit of fucking other men's wives? Do you enjoy breaking up marriages?"

"Fuck you! I am going to take that gun and stick it up your ass!" he said.

The Todd guy still hasn't figure out yet who is the alpha male. Let's try another tactic.

"Todd, does your wife know where you are?" I asked.

His face went white and he said, "No, and you are not going to tell her. You don't even know where I live," he said.

"True, but I do have your home phone number. You see, you kindly put it on your business card," I said and I held up his business card.

Now he was very pale and quiet. I stepped back in front of my wife and pointed the handgun at her.

"You know that I love you more than anything in this world, so seeing you do this really hurts," I said.

My wife was still crying hysterically but she managed to say, "If you can forgive me, I will... do anything... to make it up to you... just don't shoot us."

"Wait! Your husband is going to shoot us? I thought he was just being a small, tough guy," he said.

My wife was now crying so hard that she could only get a couple of words out at a time. She turned to him and said, "He... always promised... that he would... shoot me and whomever... I was with, if... he caught me in bed... with another man," my wife said.

"Oh shit! Look buddy, this was just some sex for fun. No harm done," Todd said.

"Sex is fun between a man and his wife, but that is not the case here. This is not your wife that you are fucking. And you are wrong; harm has been done. You have destroyed our marriage as well as your own once your wife finds out about this affair. You might even loose you job and you could go to jail for rape," I said calmly.

I could see the blood drain from his face. He became very quiet. For the first time he realized that this could cost him a lot.

I walked back in front of my wife. I put the handgun to her forehead said, "Thanks to your affair, our marriage is over! You didn't believe me when I told you what would happen if you cheated on me. What were you thinking of?"

"God... no... honey... I am so sorry... let me talk....to you.... don't shoot! Please, honey. I love you!," she pleaded.

I think that I have made my point with her. Now it is time to proceed with my plan to punish Todd.

"OK, you two cheaters. Pay close attention now! I have thought this through while you guys are being 'so sorry'. Here is how I see this story and afterward I will tell you what is going to happen to you," I said.

"I came to my home early to surprise my wife. However, I found a stranger raping my wife on our bed. It has to be rape because (1) my wife would never cheat on me since she knows exactly what I would do to her and (2) she was being fucked in the ass which is something she would not ever let me do. That tells me that this sex was forced. That is rape!" I explained.

"Wait a minute! There is no rape here! She agreed to this. She had me follow her home. I am an invited guest here! She is the one who brought me up here to fuck," he said.

"And she asked you to fuck her in the ass too?" I asked.

"That is just what I do with women," he stated.

"Oh no, this is rape. You followed her home and then rang the doorbell. A real stupid move because the doorbell has a camera and it recorded you at the door and then entering our home. So, when she opened the door, you pushed your way into the house. You were in such a hurry that you left the front door open. I assume that you pulled my wife into the family room where you forced her to tell you where I kept my handgun. I guess at some point in your relationship, she mentioned that I had guns in the house for protection. When she wouldn't tell you where I kept my guns, you slapped her hard across the face...maybe more than once. Look! You can still see the handprint on her cheek.

Todd looked at my wife's face and she rubbed the slap mark.

I continued, "She finally showed you where the gun was stored. You then used the gun to force her to take off her clothes."

"Look, buddy! I know nothing about a gun. I did not know that you had gun. You got this all wrong!" Todd said.

"I bet you even forced her give you oral sex. Did you give him a blow job?" I asked my wife.

My wife lowered her head and was still crying. When she did not answer, I asked her again about the blow job. I pushed her head up with the end of the handgun so that she had to look at me.

"Yes, I gave him a blow job," she said. "Honey, I am so sorry!"

"Todd, I hope that you enjoyed the blow job because it will be the last one you will ever get," I said.

"Oh shit! Look! Just give me a chance to explain. There isn't any rape here because she agreed to all of this. You can't shoot me; I have a wife and kids," Todd said.

"You should have thought about your wife and kids before you fucked my wife. You are going to pay for this!" I said to him. Then I turned back to my wife.

"When you gave him the blowjob, did he cum in your mouth and did you swallow it?" I asked my wife. I had to know!

"Yes," my wife said still crying.

"Now look here. She willingly gave me a blow job. I didn't even have to ask her. She even started it. She unzipped my pants and took it out. She sucked it of her own free will. I certainly did not have to use a gun to get her to do it. Honestly, I had no idea that you kept a gun in your house. I never touched your gun," the guy said.

"Want to bet? Your fingerprints are all over this handgun. I guess that you just wanted to use the handgun just to scare my wife into having sex with you. Maybe by using the gun, you could get her to agree not to tell anyone about this," I said.

"She agreed to do everything. We made out and she enjoyed it. We both willingly undressed. I didn't make her do any of it because she wanted to do this," he said.

Turning back to my wife, I said, "When you were done with the blow job, I imagine that you then used the gun to force my wife upstairs to our bedroom to fuck you. In fact, when I confronted you guys on the bed, you pulled the gun on me and threatened me."

"Honey, that is not what happened. Listen to me," my wife pleaded.

I slapped my wife again across the face but softer this time. I hated doing it but she needs to know that I do not stand for cheating. She needs to feel the pain she has caused.