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Lost in Purgatory


Author's disclaimer. This story is completely fictional and is, in a word, "Dark!" If you were looking for a fun, light-hearted, story to jerk-off too, this is not for you. 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!

(Note), I picked the title because I liked it, not to start a theological debate.

Thanks to (Domwife) for the edit and proof-read.


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; Conger up the theme music from, Rod Serling's, The Twilight Zone, and now 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 the 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. I slowly close the lid, 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 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, reach into the hidden compartment in the headboard and 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, screeching in horror at the two lifeless men. She backs into the headboard and looks up to see the cold dead look in my eyes, and I see the terror in her eyes, as I put a hole where the heartless bitches heart is supposed to be.

My task clear in my head, I enter the kitchen heading 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, slowly raise the lid and touch the mouse. 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 for the room with cash 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. I know how sensitive he is and he has never seen me this angry. Spike is our 10-year-old Dachshund and we love him like a child. 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, stooped down and got 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 him to warm up to me, and me to him; to be honest. 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, remembering 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 have joined in and Lisa looks, happy as a pig in shit! My adrenal glands now spent, I only feel ill and a deep loathing sadness. I look to the ceiling, 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, 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 80's, not a cloud in sight and I was, happy as a pig in shit myself. As far as I knew, I was taking on the world with the love of my life, my soulmate. I had never doubted for a moment, that we would be together until the bitter end. My wife Lisa is 39, and her only sibling, Shellie, 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", 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 herd 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. Family, friends, neighbors and 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 Shallie 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 and Susie stretched her arms up, giggling with anticipation of our ritual. I Quickly lifted and 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, blew me a kiss and headed off to mingle with the ladies. I wandered over by Tom at the grill and grabbed a beer from the cooler.

Tom grinned and asked, "How's it hanging, Dave?" 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. But, I had noticed deep, dark circles under Tom's eyes. I 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, still pacing and waving 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, I was getting a lot done around the house on Thursday evenings, and was glad that 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 and said, "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 at me and crooked her finger 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 I 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 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, a familiar sound catching my ear. I know I've heard it at least a thousand times before. I look at the live feeds, 3 of the 4, showing different angles of the same scene. I feel much more than a pang, as my stomach twists hard and pushes into my throat. I touch the icon and bring the lamp camera to full screen. The HD picture and crystal clear sound is almost overwhelming. 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, greedily groping and sucking her perfect 34C tits. While the last one kneels beside her, opposite the camera. He has a hand full of her shoulder-length, auburn hair, forcing her deeper onto the cock in her mouth, with his other hand under Lisa, rapidly rubbing her clit.

I feel my guts roil, as she goes over the edge. The guy fucking her from behind simultaneously thrusts and bucks, unloading his seed and the guy fucking her throat is not far behind. She is having one of her long, rolling orgasms and I see the bed sheet darken, as she begins squirting, with his last few hard pumps. The two guys pull out their bareback cock's 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. Finally, my retching relents and I 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. I hang my head and cup water into my mouth to wash away the burning putrid taste. Strangely, it somehow 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, I have to think, I have to figure out what went wrong! I'm 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, 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, thinking of all the times we sat here just holding hands, 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 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, his tail wagging at half mast, ever hopeful, as he wearily comes to me. Spike stops at our loveseat, looking at me expectantly. I muster a painful smile and he jumps up, sniffing his Mommy's spot, then curls up against my leg, with a sigh. I want to pet him, but I can't stop rocking, I cant pull my hands from my knees.

I flashback to the day I met Lisa, almost 15 years ago. It was a Wednesday, around 7 o'clock and 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 she moved with a natural feminine grace.

She sweetly asked, "What would you like to drink? Big Guy!" 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."

"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. 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, checking 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. A few times, I caught a sad edge in her smile, as we talked. Lisa struck me as a wise old soul and I had a 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 and she said, "I know your 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 went back to work. Later that night, I got up the nerve and asked her to go dancing. Lisa had Saturday night free and gave me her number and address.

I picked her up at 8, and we went out to a nice club. But, we hardly danced 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 I wanted to propose, 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 wasn't at our booth. I patiently waited for her to serve her table. When Lisa finished, she gave me a big smile and came my way.

I was a little nervous and pulled the roses out before she got to me. She stopped in her tracks, a few steps away, as her hands quickly covered her mouth. I saw the tears welling in her eyes and she threw her arms out, covering the distance between us, in a single bound. She hugged me tightly, pinning the roses between us, crying 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; 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, ever since. 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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