The Hunters Surprise

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Copyright 2015 Red Tempest

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The Hunters Surprise

By Red Tempest

Chapter One

I was aboard the cruise ship Carnival Splendor, and shortly I'll be meeting with the Captain on the bridge of his ship. I explained to the Events Coordinator what I wanted, and she relayed the message to the Captain, who invited me up to the bridge.

"Captain, I would like to ask my girlfriend Tracie Adams to marry me on Valentine's day. What would be the proper procedure on how to accomplish this?" I asked.

"That is a good question Mr. Kent. I will invite both of you to dine at my table on Valentine's day and you can ask her then. I'll have my Events Coordinator attend to this situation," he replied.

We talked some more on the plan, while he showed me around the bridge.

"Mr. Kent everybody who is aboard this ship has a story, would you like to tell me your's?"

"Captain, first my name is David and second, my story would be a long one and might bore you."

"That is ok Mr. Kent, sorry David; I have plenty of time and lots of ocean in front of us, with no place for us to hide. So, yes, I would like to hear your story."

So I proceeded to tell him my story.

My name is Clark David Kent III. With the last name of Kent, who in the fuck would name your son Clark? Let alone the Third. Not hard to figure that one out. Ya my folks with help from my grand folks.

Yes, I got plenty of teasing in school about my name. Where are your glasses? Do you have your superman suit under your clothes? Can I see your suit? Can you really fly? Can you see through walls? And a whole host of other stupid fucking questions.

I think it would be appropriate that I give you some background on me first. During my teen years, I would help my best friend Steve. His dad Roger owned a small Excavating Company. He did a lot of private jobs, and Steve and I would help him. He taught both of us how to operate heavy equipment. I took to operating a hydraulic crane, like a duck does to water. I'm good at operating most road equipment, but I love the crane the best.

After I graduated from River City High School, I went to the union's operating engineer's training school. I spent a year there learning all that I could about operating equipment. I had my application into many different construction firms.

I received a lot of job offers, but I always wanted to work for Three Brothers, their headquarters is just outside of River City, in Riverview Township. They made me an offer which I took. I still work for Roger on the side when he needs some extra help. I also help other guys on the weekend.

I guess now is a good time to give you some additional background on me. I am five feet, nine inches tall, weight 180 pounds. I work construction, so I am pretty well put together. I have brown hair and eyes. I go by the name of David.

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I met Jan at our annual summer company picnic. Jan and I had gone to school together. She was a year ahead of me. She dated a guy through their junior and senior years in high school. He joined the army after high school graduation, and was killed in Iraq. But not before he got her pregnant. She gave birth to twin girls, June and July.

She came to the picnic with a guy that I didn't know. He left her alone and wandered around, flirting with most of the women and drinking plenty of beer. I saw her standing alone, so I approached her.

"Hi, my name is David," I said.

"Hi David, I remember you, my name is Jan, short for January," she replied.

"It seems like your date has left you alone," I smiled at her.

"He is such an asshole, I don=t know why I let him talk me into coming to this picnic with him," she said sadly.

"Well the food is ready. If you like I could join you, till the asshole shows up?"

"I would like that, but where is your date?"

"I came stag to the picnic. I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I am between relationships right now."

"Oh sorry to hear that, but seeing how my asshole date is busy else where, I would be glad to have you join me for lunch."

We chatted while we ate our lunch, as we finished her asshole of a date showed up three sheets to the wind. He made some snide remarks about me stealing his date and then told her it was time to go. She smiled at me, "Thanks for the company." Then she handed me a piece of paper, which I quickly put in my pocket. I didn't say much, not wanting to piss off her already pissed off date.

I told a few of my buddies about the girl I met at the picnic. I wanted to call her the next day, but they told there was a three-day rule.

"What the fuck is a three day rule?" I asked.

"That you don't call the girl for three days after your first date," they replied.

I told them, "We didn't have a date, we just ate lunch together at the picnic."

"You still must wait three days," They responded.

So I waited the three fucking days as protocol required, but (who the fuck dreamed up the three day rule), I wondered to myself. As soon as the three days were up, I gave her a call. We set up a time and day, for our first official date. I won't bore you with our dating life. In three months we were exclusive and in three months after that, I asked her to marry me. Just a little after a year from our first date we were married, in September. In between I met her side of the family and she met my side. I met and bonded with her two daughters.

Jan is five feet, six inches tall, I guessed she is around 125 pounds, (she never told me what she weighs, girls secret). Her body is well proportioned, and the curves are all in the right places. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. Her two daughters are blonde hair, blue eye beauties. They must have gotten their eye color from their dad.

Six months after wedding, in April, our son was born. Ya he was a bun in the oven, when we got married. My wife Jan wanted to name our son Clark David Kent IV, I said, "No fucking way was that going to happen in my life time." We compromised and he was named David Clark Kent. We live in River City.

Chapter Two

The company had scheduled a quarterly safety meeting at the main office for those of us working in the area. Usually I'm up and gone by 7:00 am. This Monday the scheduled safety meeting was at 8:00 am. So I left the house thirty minutes later than normal at 7:30 am.

I got into my truck and left the garage. When I pulled out, I noticed the neighbors had their trash out. Damn I almost forgot to put our trash out. I stopped my truck and went back into the garage. I grabbed the two trash containers and took them out to the road. (I wondered if the kitchen trash can is full), I said to myself, I forgot to look this morning.

I walked back into the house and stopped by the laundry room doorway. I could hear my wife on the phone talking with someone.

"Hi honey can you talk now? There seemed to be a pause as she waited for a reply. Well just listen. This weekend the girls are going to their cousin's house for a sleep over. They leave Friday night and will come home sometime Sunday afternoon. Davie is going on a Boy Scout camping trip for the weekend, leaving Friday and coming home on Sunday. David will be goose hunting both Saturday and Sunday. That gives us both mornings to fuck ourselves silly. I will open the garage door and text you that it is safe to enter the garage. After you enter the garage, make sure you close the garage door. I don=t want the nosey neighbors to know that you are here. Another pause, as she listened to his reply. Oh no, I hear my girls fighting. I have to go. I will see you this weekend. I love you babe, Bye."

I quickly ducked back around the corner, hoping that she won't come this way. I watched as she hustled through the kitchen and dining room toward the bedrooms. I could hear the two girls yelling at each other. I opened the entrance door to the garage, walking to my truck. I got in, and closed the garage door. I drove to the safety meeting in a daze. My mind was running a thousand miles an hour, after what I just heard.

I'm not sure just how I made it through the day. I don't remember a thing that was said at the safety meeting. Thank God that I didn't hurt anybody during the workday. I was in a fog all day long.

I stopped at the Riverview Bar on the way home. I ordered a beer and began to think on what type of action I should take. I figured that I needed to do some more research and get some evidence. I needed to know what the divorce laws were in my state. I'll need to get a recording device and some film for my camera.

I was daydreaming about our past and how this could have happened. (What did I do that caused her to look to other men? I could not think of a damn thing. I was always there for her. It felt like the twelve years we have been married are being flushed down the drain. I thought back on our honeymoon. We went to Sanibel Island in Florida, just east of Fort Meyers. I could remember our first night there, and just how we made love as husband and wife.)

I was sitting in a chair in the bed room looking at some of the wedding pictures, when Jan came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a skimpy white teddy, which did not do a good job of hiding her attributes. She sat down on my lap and starts to kiss me.

Our tongues were doing lap dances in each others mouth. She broke the kiss and pulled off my tee shirt. She began to rub her hand over the top half of my body.

"You are very chiseled," she murmured as she resumed kissing me.

I held her tight and kissed her back softly and then with some more passion, as our breathing got heavier. By now my cock was rock hard and she shifted around a bit and rubbed her ass cheek over my cock a few times. She pulled the straps off her shoulder and dropped her teddy down to her waist. That gave me full access to her breast, and I began to fondle them. They are nice and firm with her nipples poking out in full erection.

I kissed my way down to her pointed nipples. I moved my hand down to her wide-open pussy. I began to start sucking on her nipples. My fingers began to invade her pussy, which was soaking wet. You can hear my fingers slurp around in her pussy juices.

It doesn't take me long to feel her tighten up as I brought her to her first orgasm.

"Oh My God that feels so good, it has been a while since you made me cum like that," she cooed.

My fingers were working on her clitoris and then I move to her G-spot. I began to rub that sensitive area in her vagina. She gasped again as her body began to shake with her second orgasm.

She slid off my lap and stood up; her teddy fell to the floor. She stood there in front of me with that perfect naked body. She knelt down in front of me and took off my shoes. She then reached up and unbuckled my belt. She pulled my pants and boxers off in one big pull.

She reached for my sensitive cock. She began to softly stroke my cock with one hand and massaged my balls with the other hand. She picked the tempo up a bit, until some pre-cum leaked out of my exit hole.

She bent over and with her tongue she licked up the pre-cum. She started to suck on my purple head. She licked the under side of my sensitive head, and down the shaft to my sack, where she gave my balls a bath with her tongue. She was a very good cocksucker, as she built up my excitement and then let it subside. She never lost eye contact with me either.

Jan was now giving my cock the vacuum treatment, as she is sucking on it real fast and deep. I put my hands behind her head and pushed my cock deeper down her throat. I could hear her gag, but she didn't pull off my cock.

Finally I tightened up and gave a loud groan and exploded my cum deep into her throat. I unloaded rope after rope of cum into her throat. She never spilled a drop, and when I finished with my orgasm, she pulled off and showed me my cum in her mouth, and then she swallowed it.

"WOW, that was the best blow jobs I have ever gotten," I told her panting strenuously.

"My turn," I said as I picked her up in my arms and put her on the chair I was just in.

She spread her legs for me and I started to lick her naked sex. I pushed my tongue into her sex, as deep as I could. I then moved my tongue over to her clitoris, and slowly licked it. She was starting to moan and groan, she pushed her sex harder into my face. She had her legs draped over my shoulders. I kept licking her clit. My fingers were busy fucking her sex. When I had my fingers well coated in her juices, and I started to rub it around her butt hole, and soon my finger was embedded into her anal hole up to my first knuckle.

I had my finger working on her butt hole, and my tongue was licking her clitoris into a frenzy. She lost it and started to cum like a river, and there was no way I could lick it all up. I could feel it run down my chin and over my hand that is finger fucking her ass.

"Oh God honey, I need you to fuck me now. I'm so wet and ready," she panted

I disengaged from her and turned her over in the chair and fucked her dog style, ramming my cock as far up into her pussy as I could go. I was pounding her so hard, that I was lifting her right off the chair.

She was screaming as her orgasm was ripping through her shuddering body. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and started to rub it around her anal hole.

"Oh God no, I have never done that before," she moaned.

"Just relax, and I will show just how good it will feel," I said as I gently pushed my cock into her anal hole.

She opened up for me and I slowly invade her hot hole. I fucked her hole and spanked her ass, till she exploded in another orgasm. She laid on the chair limply after her last orgasm, while I held her ass up and pumped away inside of her. I gave her ass cheeks a spank every so often. It wasn't long, and I blew my seed deep into her ass.

Chapter Three

All this leads me up to that fateful phone call that I over heard. How to solve this problem at hand and just what the fuck am I going to do about my unfaithful wife? After I finished my beer, I finalized my plan and a trip to Radio Shack was on my agenda. I talked with a sales clerk; he seemed to understand what I wanted. He set me up with a good voice-activated recorder, with two mikes and extra flash drives.

I also got a 36-picture roll of 800 speed 35 mm film for my Cannon EOS Rebel camera. This film is very good in low light situations. I priced nanny cams, but really not sure where to place them, to get the best pictures. So I passed on buying the nanny cam. I knew where they were going to be and what time they planned on being together. The camera and recorder should be enough to get the evidence that I wanted.

On Thursday, when I got home from work, I installed the recording device and microphones. I did a couple test runs to make sure that it worked properly. I checked my camera over and installed the film. I set the camera settings for low light picture taking. I was ready for Saturday.

Thursday night when Jan got home, we had dinner together as a family. That night Jan was getting frisky in bed. I thought I needed to play it cool, so I just simply fucked the shit out of her. I figured it might be the last time that I have sex with her.

"Whew baby, where did that come from? My insides are still squirming and I think I might walk a little funny tomorrow. Good thing I have Friday off," she said gasping for air.

I didn't say much. We just laid there, with her snuggled up next to me as we both tried to catch our breath.

The next day I went to work and when I got home, I loaded up my truck with my hunting gear, guns, ammo and decoys. I always go to bed early on the night before going hunting and she knew better than to disturb me. The kids left Friday night to their various functions and I was in bed by 9:00 pm. I felt Jan come to bed a little later. It was hard for me to get to sleep, knowing what she has planned for tomorrow.

As usual I beat the alarm clock and I shut if off before the alarm sounded. I opened my night stand drawer and turn on the recorder. I got up and went into the laundry room to change into my hunting clothes. The coffee was done and I filled my thermos. I unlocked the backyard sliding window and grabbed my lunch out of the fridge. I loaded everything into the truck and left the house at 5:30 am.

I stopped at Tim Horton's and got some donuts to eat while I drank my coffee. I hope these fucking donuts don't give me heart burn. I know I'll have a broken heart when I see what she will be doing. Some would say why don't I just go in there and stop her. But who would stop her the next time when I wasn't around. It doesn't sound like she plans to stop willingly. I suppose that I could have drop some hints, but fuck it, I need to know just what the fuck was going on.

I drove back to my house to wait. I waited down by the river, where I had a good view of my driveway and garage. I pulled out my binocular and got them focused in on my garage, now it was a waiting game.

At 6:30 am, the garage door opened. Ten minutes later a Ford Escape drove by me and turned on my street and right up my driveway, into my garage. I watched him walk through the garage up to the entryway door. He pushed the button to close the garage and walked into my house.

I knew I couldn't beat the shit out of him, because my wife invited him into my house and he had a right to be there, even if he is fucking my wife. There is no fucking way that I am going to spend any time in jail over him fucking my traitorous wife.

I left my truck and walked the short distance to my house. I opened the gate and walked toward my bedroom window. It was still dark out, but the moon was giving off some light. I hope there is enough light for my film to capture them in the act. I had about half hour before sunrise. It was a clear and cool morning, as I focused my camera around the yard. Then I got a break. She turned on her reading light by the bed.

I watched them both strip naked and roll around on our bed, as they grabbed and played with each other. I slowly started to take some pictures. I got pictures of them in varies types of sexual acts. I slowly opened the sliding window in the dining room, and sneaked into the bathroom. I hoped that she didn't close the bathroom door to our bedroom, because it sticks and makes noise when opened. I was in luck, and the door to the bedroom was open. I slowly looked around the corner, and then took some pictures of them having anal sex. I took some more of her cleaning off his cock with her mouth, after he had finished up in her ass. Those pictures finished up my roll of film and I=m done here.

I slipped back out of the slider and walked back to my truck. I could feel the coffee and donuts rumbling around in my stomach. When I got back to my truck everything in my stomach came up, some of it through my nose. Man what an awful fucking taste that leaves in your mouth. I sat in my truck kind of numb from what I just witness. I was killing time until my buddy opened up his photo shop.

"Stop by around 9:00 am, and I will develop the film for you," he told me.

All in all the pictures turned out very good. He made me three copies, one for me, one for my attorney and one for my soon to be ex-wife.