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Lost in Purgatory


Author's disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is in a word "Dark!" There is no happy ending and if you are not a (true literary masochist) you probably won't like it. If you are a literary masochist and chose to read my story, enjoy the angst!

Thanks to (Domwife) for her patience and help with this story!


Lost in Purgatory.

I assume since you're still reading, you have read my disclaimer and decided to read my story. But, before you proceed, please take a moment to get into the correct state of mind!

First: Conjure-up the theme music from, Rod Serling's, The Twilight Zone and his iconic voice! Got it... You may proceed.

You are about to spend an evening in the mind of a man who has just been broadsided by life!



I reach out to close our laptop, my hand trembling, my heart ripped out and shattered, every nerve ending in my body on fire with the rage that is overcoming my complete despair. Slowly I close the laptop, feeling like I might spontaneously combust as I push myself up from the kitchen stool and head down the hall to get my gun!

In my adrenaline-fueled rage, I have a clear vision of what I'm going to do to the two young men that only ten minutes ago walked into my wife's motel room. I see them groveling and naked, begging for their lives as I tell them, "I hope it's the best fuck you ever had! It's sure as hell gonna be your last!"

I enter our bedroom and quickly move to the bed, reaching into the hidden compartment in the headboard to grab my 45 auto. I turn with purpose and head back down the hall, the weight of cold steel in my hand easing my anguish.

In my vision, my loving wife is backing across the motel bed screaming in horror at the two lifeless men. She backs into the headboard and looks up to see the cold dead look in my eyes. I see the terror in her eyes as I put a hole where the heartless bitch's heart is supposed to be.

My task is clear in my head, as I enter the kitchen on my way out to my truck. But I can't walk past the computer. I know what I saw! I know it's been going on for weeks and I could tell by the way she was talking to them, it wasn't her first time. I reach out and slowly open the laptop. The screen is split into four live feeds, one for each camera Gary installed. Gary is an old friend from high school. He's been running a private investigation firm going on 15 years now. I sure as hell never thought I would have to ask him to check up on my wife! I look at the lamp camera. My wife is on her hands and knees getting railed from behind while the other guy holds her head, thrusting his cock deep into her throat. I look closer at the, smoke alarm, wide-angle camera and see two more buff young men peeling out of their clothes and four twenties on the dresser now! Gary told me Lisa has been paying cash for the room and that would more than cover next week!

"SON OF A BITCH!" I slam the butt of my gun hard on the counter. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a black and tan blur speeding away from me. My heart that was ripped from my chest and shattered not 15 minutes earlier breaks all over again as I turn to see Spike cowering on his dog bed. Spike is our 10-year-old Dachshund, and we love him like a child. I know how sensitive he is and he has never seen me this angry. Then somehow forgetting about my plan to kill her I find myself thinking, at least he will be happy to see his Mommy! Spike has no idea she is a cheating slut.

A deep sadness comes over me as I think of the countless times Lisa has come through our door and stooped down to get a kiss from her baby boy.

Now my heart is breaking for a whole other reason as I think of Danny, Lisa's son. He was eight when I Married his mother 14 years ago. Her first husband, Terry, who was not Danny's father either, did not treat them good. It took some time for Danny to warm up to me and me to him, but I have come to love him as if he were my own son. Danny has grown into a hard-working good-hearted young man and is engaged to be married this fall. A sharp painful lump pushes up my throat knowing I won't be there for him. I'm hoping our divorce doesn't ruin his plans.

I feel the rage building again as I remember that my first wife Linda was a cheating slut too, but with only one man at a time as far as I knew. I look back at the computer to see the other two guys have joined in and Lisa looks happy as a pig in shit! My adrenal glands now spent, I feel only ill and a deep loathing sadness. I look to the ceiling with tears flowing from my eyes, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG!" I hear the dog door flap and see Spike has hightailed it outside, only compounding my sadness.

I aimlessly pace around the kitchen thinking about how all this started eleven days ago. Lisa and I were going to her little sister Shellie's for a barbeque to celebrate Memorial Day. It was Sunday, forecast high in the low 80s, not a cloud in sight. I was happy as a pig in shit myself and taking on the world with the love of my life, my soulmate, as far as I knew. I had never doubted for a moment that we would be together until the bitter end. My wife Lisa is 39, and Shellie her only sibling is 32. No one has ever said it out loud but I have always had the impression that Shellie was an accident, albeit a Happy one!

On our 20 minute drive to the barbeque, I was enjoying the feel of Lisa's little hand interlaced with mine, it's just second nature for us. I am a big man, 6' 3" tall, and at 42 I'm a solid 220. I lift weights for a living, I've been a brick mason for more than 24 years. Most people find me intimidating at first, but soon figure out I'm just a big teddy bear at heart.

We were only 5 minutes away when I heard Shellie's ringtone on Lisa's phone. Lisa gave my hand a squeeze as she reached into her purse to get her phone. We were running a little... late!

"Hey sis, what's up?" Lisa asked, knowing why she called. I couldn't make out Shellie's voice but Lisa gave me a big eye roll as she listened. Lisa squeezed my hand again and I caught her naughty grin as she replied, "Well... something came up!"

This time I could hear Shellie's reply, "Jesus, do you two ever get out of bed?"

Lisa laughed, "We're almost there. Love you, sis!" Shellie replied in kind and Lisa hung up.

Shellie and Tom smiled and waved when we come through the backyard gate. There must have been at least twenty people there with a dozen or more kids in the pool. Little Susie, Lisa's 4-year-old niece was practically screeching, "Uncle Dave, Uncle Dave!" as she came running and latched onto my leg, hugging me tightly.

Tommy, Lisa's 7-year-old nephew came running, wet from the pool, "Hey Unc!" and we exchanged our usual fist bump. Lisa and Shellie have always been very close so Susie and Tommy see aunt Lisa all the time, but I hadn't seen them since Christmas.

I reached down as Susie stretched her arms up, giggling with anticipation of our ritual. I quickly lifted her, tossed her high into the air, as she squealed with delight. When I set Susie down Lisa hugged them and lovingly patted their heads before they ran off to play with their friends. My wife gave my hand one last squeeze and blew me a kiss as she headed off to mingle with the ladies. I wandered over by Tom at the grill and grabbed a beer from the cooler.

Tom grinned, "How's it hanging Dave?" he asked with a smart ass tone, knowing why we were late.

Tom and Shellie have been married almost 10 years and have always seemed very happy. I had noticed deep dark circles under Tom's eyes but wrote it off to his new 2nd shift job and Shellie's big promotion about 3 months ago. Tom works maintenance at a local auto parts factory and Shellie works for a big computer software company. Shellie's promotion was a nice bump in salary but I wasn't so sure it was really a promotion. It seemed like the job no one else wanted. She was jetting around the country doing software upgrade seminars every Friday at companies that used their software.

I'm vaguely aware of the gun in my hand as I pace and wave my arms around mumbling to myself like a MADMAN, recalling the moment things all started to unravel. I had been shooting the shit with Tom while he flipped the burgers and rolled the hot dogs around on the grill. I knew Shellie was doing Friday seminars and leaving right from work on Thursdays to catch a plane, and Tom gets home from work around 11:00 pm.

I casually mentioned that I was getting a lot done around the house on Thursday evenings and was glad Lisa could help out by babysitting until Tom got home from work. Tom was taking a swig of beer and almost choked. I sympathetically slapped his back a couple of times and after he caught his breath he quickly sputtered out a few insincere platitudes. "Ya...yeah she's been a big help and we really appreciate it."

That was the first time in our almost 15 years I had felt a pang of doubt about Lisa. Tom seemed like a man caught between a rock and a hard spot and I had just leaned on the rock. I decided to not press it saying, "I'm getting pretty hungry," then headed for the deck to grab a plate and go sit with my wife.

I wasn't really sure of anything at that point and found myself trying to explain it away. I looked over the impressive buffet and started filling my plate as I glanced in my wife's direction. She was grinning and crooked her finger at me with a naughty come hither gesture. I reflexively smiled back and finished loading my plate. When I sat next to Lisa she lovingly stroked my arm and I was pretty sure I had somehow misread things.

But I couldn't let it go and by Tuesday I was having lunch with Gary. Gary wasn't a close friend but he knew Lisa and me well enough, and he knew how much we loved each other. He almost laughed and I felt pretty silly when I told him what set off my alarm bells. Gary told me he had seen this kind of thing more often than you might expect and I probably had misread things, but he would check up on her personally just to set my mind at ease. I stop pacing and turn to the computer as a familiar sound catches my ear. I know I've heard it at least a thousand times before. I look at the live feeds and see 3 out of the 4 showing different angles of the same scene. I touch the icon and bring the lamp camera to full screen. The HD picture and crystal clear sound is almost overwhelming, and I feel much more than a pang as my stomach twists hard and pushes into my throat. Lisa is still on her hands and knees getting spit-roasted. From this POV I see her thigh shaking as she pulls the cock out of her mouth and demandingly howls, "FUCK ME HARDER!"

I feel the tears flowing down my face but I can't look away! The guy fucking her from behind is obviously getting close and starts slamming her for all he's worth. She takes the cock back into her mouth muffling the moans of her building orgasm as he deeply fucks her throat. One of the other guys has slid under her and is greedily groping and sucking her perfect 34C tits. Opposite the camera, the last one is kneeling beside her and forcing her deeper onto the cock in her mouth with a hand full of her shoulder-length auburn hair while he rapidly rubs her clit with his other hand.

I feel my guts roil as she goes over the edge while the guy fucking her from behind simultaneously thrusts and bucks unloading his seed. I see the bed sheet darken as she begins squirting with his last few hard pumps while the guy fucking her face begins grunting out obscenities and dumps his cum deep into her throat. She is having one of her long rolling orgasms as they pull out their bareback cocks and she collapses onto the bed still shaking and moaning.

I set my gun down and my legs instinctively lurch me toward the kitchen sink. The unbearable twisting pain doubles me over as the bile races up my throat and I violently hurl into the sink, losing the few bites of dinner I was able to eat. I continue to heave with nothing more to give until my retching relents, then flip the faucet on to wash away the remains, still doubled over in the sink, my stomach clenching with a vengeance.

I lift my head out of the sink far enough to see the screen. It's like watching a Cougar gangbang porno. The guys are giving each other high fives and grunting out crude approvals of how hard they made my wife cum as I hang my head and cup water into my mouth to wash away the burning putrid taste. Strangely, somehow it complements the utter despair clawing at my soul. I push myself up, my stomach muscles still knotted and twitching, only to see Lisa roll onto her back and grab a cock in each hand. She has cum running from the corner of her mouth and a dreamlike lustful look on her face, that I know so well, as she says, "Who's up for sloppy seconds!"

I close the laptop and grab my gun knowing deep down I could never hurt Lisa and would have run out of steam long before I got to the motel. I have never raised a hand to her and I can count on one hand how many times I've raised my voice in an argument. Hell, and how can I blame those young guys. I know in my early twenties, before I married Linda, if a hot cougar like Lisa would have told me, "All the pussy you can handle for the price of a room," I'da been all over that!

I start pacing, gripped by the hard twisting lump in my throat that seems to be sucking the life out of me. Knowing I will never be able to look her in the face again without those images flashing through my brain. I glance at the clock, it's 8:41 pm. Lisa knows I won't expect her home much before 11:30, and it's about a 30-minute drive. She has plenty of time for sloppy seconds, thirds and fourths.

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Only vaguely aware of the gun in my hand as I shake my fists up at the God that I'm pretty sure doesn't exist anymore, I know it's over for Lisa and I as I pace around the living room searching every nook and cranny of my memory, trying to figure out what I missed, trying to figure out what I did wrong, trying to figure out what's wrong with ME!

My knees are getting weak as I plop onto our loveseat and set my gun on the coffee table. A flood of painfully wonderful memories overcomes me as I think of all the times we sat here, just holding hands with our faithful baby boy, Spike, wedged in between us. I hunch forward and start rocking, feeling like my head is going to explode as I think of all the times we've necked groped and had wild sex in this very spot.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Spike wearily peeking his head through the dog door. A sharp surge of anguish causes my neck to tense and my shoulders to pinch. After a moment I manage to pat my knee and Spike tentatively pushes through the flap with his tail wagging at half-mast, ever hopeful, as he wearily comes to me. Spike stops in front of our loveseat and looks at me expectantly. I muster a painful smile, and he jumps up sniffing his Mommy's spot before curling up against my leg with a sigh. I want to pet him but I can't pull my hands from my knees and I can't stop rocking as I flashback to the day I met Lisa almost 15 years ago.

It was a Wednesday around 7 o'clock. I had gone to Jerry's Bar and Grill to get a beer and some dinner. I had been divorced from Linda for about 3 months and I didn't feel like eating alone again. I was still pretty raw and hadn't even considered getting back out there, as they say. I slipped into a booth and looked up to see Lisa coming to take my order. I was mesmerized as she walked to the booth. The waitresses at Jerry's wear low cut white blouses and short black skirts. She had a genuinely happy smile on her pretty face and moved with a natural feminine grace.

"What would you like to drink... Big Guy!" she sweetly asked as she set the menu down.

I was lost in her pretty brown eyes and finally choked out, "I-I'll have a bottle of Bud," but as she leaned in closer, I couldn't help but notice her perfect cleavage!

"Do you know what you want to eat... or do you need a moment?" she asked with some definite innuendo.

I cleared my throat, "I might need... a moment or two" I replied with some definite innuendo of my own and managed a timid smile.

Her face lit up, "OK I'll be right back with your beer."

I watched her walk away and feminine would not begin to describe the way her hips were moving as she made her way to the bar, and looked over her shoulder with a little smirk of a smile to see if I was watching. I was definitely watching her 5' 4" tight shapely body move! I found out she had just started that day and I started eating at Jerry's almost every night.

Still rocking with my stomach twisting like a pile of snakes, I remember the night I finally asked Lisa out. I went to Jerry's for dinner and of course to see Lisa. It had been two weeks since we met, and I was still a little gun shy from my divorce, but I really liked her. I knew Lisa liked me too. Whenever she had a few minutes she would come to my booth to talk, and a few times I caught a sad edge in her smile as we talked. But Lisa struck me as a wise old soul, and I got the feeling she had gained some of her wisdom the hard way.

That evening Lisa took my order and brought me a beer. When she set it down her hand slid over mine as she said, "I know you're a big tough guy, but I've known from the moment we met you are a gentle soul." I was speechless as she squeezed my hand with a caring smile and then went back to work. Later that night I got up the nerve and asked Lisa to go dancing. She had Saturday night free and gave me her number and address.

I picked her up at eight, and we went out to a nice club, but we hardly danced at all and spent most the night talking. By the end of the night, we were finishing each other's sentences and having to decide who would finish when we both spoke in unison. I knew from that night I would spend the rest of my life with her!

I wince at the stabbing pain that comes as I remember the day I proposed to Lisa. I think she knew, but I wanted to surprise her. She was at work and I came into Jerry's with my right arm behind my back holding two long-stemmed white roses. She was in the kitchen and I waited at the end of the bar. I smiled at her when she came through the swinging doors with a big tray of food and drinks in her arms. She gave me a questioning look because I was running late and not at our booth. I patiently waited for her to serve her table and when she finished she headed toward me with a big smile.

I was a little nervous and pulled the roses out before she got to me. She stopped in her tracks a few steps away from me as her hands quickly covered her mouth. I saw the tears welling in her eyes as she threw her arms out and covered the distance between us in a single bound. She hugged me tightly pinning the roses between us as she cried out, "YES! OH GOD! yes-yes-yes, I will marry you!" before I could say a word, let alone take a knee and get the ring out. We had been an item at the bar for a couple of months and the regulars all started cheering. I was pretty sure I heard a sarcastic, "Lucky bastard," or three in the commotion. I couldn't argue that point and lifted her into a passionate kiss raising another round of cheers.

I look at the clock, it's 9:18, and my rocking slows as my next thought gives me pause. Now I'm wondering just how long she's been doing this. I know she started going to the gym after her divorce from Terry. When she moved in a few weeks after we started dating she started working out at the Y.M.C.A a few blocks from our home. She has religiously gone every Monday, Wednesday and Friday since then. I think about the buff early twenty-something studs who I'm sure are still fucking my wife's brains out. Did she pick them up at the Y and has she been doing this for years? I had never considered that. Hell, I hadn't considered any of this SHIT!

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