Title: Her Indiscretion, My Salvation.
Author: Charley Ace.
Email: CharleyAce@hotmail.com.
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(MF, MF, Adultery)
Amy became a domineering, nagging bitch within a few months after we
tied the knot. It didn't bother me much in the beginning because of the
great sex that we had. Believe me, it was great sex for the first year or
two. She was completely uninhibited and was willing to do anything for our
mutual pleasure, and we did it all. I certainly had never experienced
anyone like her, although my sexual experiences before meeting Amy had been
somewhat limited. While she wouldn't talk about her previous lovers, I
suspected that she had had many of them. The only thing that I do know for
sure is that she wasn't a virgin when we met.
She had managed to keep the domineering, bossy side of her under wraps
until after the marriage ceremony. At that point she probably figured that
I was hers to boss around as she pleased, with no repercussions. I should
have seen it coming, because her was even more domineering than Amy,
and her took all of her abuse in stride, and actually seemed to
enjoy his submissive role.
I was, and still am, a mild mannered guy, sort of like Clark Kent
without the leotards and cape. Even though I'm mile mannered, I'm not the
submissive type, but I put up with Amy's nagging because I loved the sex. I
figured that it was the price I had to pay to get a good piece of ass, but
it wore on me as time went on, if you know what I mean.
After putting up with her behavior for several years, I began to
challenge her more often. This led to some knock-down-drag-out fights
(verbal, not physical). The fights were draws, but, in reality, we both
lost. She began to use sex as a means to attempt to control me by
withholding it when I disagreed with her. Since our disagreements seemed
endless, we got to the point where we hardly ever fucked. I became
frustrated with the fights as well as the lack of sex. I finally came to
the conclusion that something had to change, either a divorce or a major
change in her behavior (of course, there was nothing wrong with me). I
realized that changing her behavior would be extremely difficult, if not
impossible, therefore, I began to contemplate divorce more seriously.
Another option was for me to find a lover outside of my marriage, but I
initially rejected that because I felt that it would complicate things if I
did decide to get a divorce. Besides, I didn't know of any hot candidates
at the time. The five women that I worked with were all at least 10 years
older than I was, with kids, and somewhat unattractive, definitely
not my type.
One evening, during these troubled times, an unexpected visitor rang our
doorbell. Amy got up to answer it, opened the door and jumped backwards as
she gasped loudly. I looked up to see a step inside, and Amy recover
from her initial shock to give him a big hug.
"Oh, Kevin! What a surprise! I don't believe it's really you. How did
you find me? Oh my god, how long has it been?" She kept on firing the
questions, not giving him a chance to answer. I noticed that she was
smiling and radiant, obviously very pleased to see him.
I heard him finally get a word in edgewise. He told her that he had
heard some time ago that she lived in the area. When he got transferred
here, he had called her parents, and they willingly gave him her address.
I never did like her parents.
"Well, I'm glad you did, it's so good to see you again. Come on in and
sit down, can I get you a drink?"
She took him by the hand and led him to the couch, which was on the
other side of the room from where I sat. I wondered if she would ever get
around to introducing us. She seemed to have lost sight of the fact that I
was even in the room.
"I'll have a beer if you don't mind," he responded to her question,
turned and looked me, saw the puzzled look on my face, and smirked at me.
Already I didn't like him.
Neither of us said a word, but that smirk was unnerving. Amy returned
with the beer, noticed us staring at one another, and finally said, "oh my
gosh! I'm sorry Kevin, I forgot to introduce you to my husband. Kevin
this is Tim. Honey, Kevin is an high school friend of mine."
"We were more that just friends, Amy, I'm sure you told Tim here all
about what a hot romance we had going back then, didn't you?"
Amy blushed, regained her composure and said, "well, not really, some of
it was too hot to repeat." She chuckled as if that was some sort of inside
joke. Kevin also laughed.
I saw no humor in it at all.
"You're damned right! It was hot, wasn't it? I miss those good days, don't you Amy?"
'What the hell was this asshole trying to pull? He sure has balls to
come into my house and tell me how hot my was with him back in high
school.' I thought, as I began to get hot myself, under the collar.
Amy looked at me, noticed my discomfort and decided to torment me even
more. "Oh, those were some fun times, I'll tell you. I'll surely never
forget them."
"Fun times! Girl, it hasn't been that long to have clouded your memory.
Those were some FUCKING GREAT times," he bellowed, just before he burst out
laughing.
I was just about to lose it when I noticed that Amy was getting a bit
uncomfortable herself. She wanted to torment me, but not to the extent
that Kevin had done. "Yes we had some good times, but that's all behind us
now. So tell me, Kevin, are you married?"
"Yes, about two years now. Janet's a real doll, she was runner up to
Miss Ohio three years ago, yeah, a real looker. Unfortunately, she's not
as adventurous as you are, or were," he said as he smirked at me again.
Amy blushed again. I had become extremely upset by Kevin's arrogant,
obnoxious attitude and his insinuations regarding his past with Amy. I
glared back at him and sized him up, figuring that if it ever came to blows
between us, I wanted to assess my chances in advance. I concluded that it
would be a pretty even fight, as he was very close to me in size and build.
I thought that I might have an advantage because of my martial arts
training, but then, I had no idea of how skilled he may have been.
As upset as I was, I kept my mouth shut and listened for another hour or
so before Kevin finally left. Amy was so happy to have seen and talked
with Kevin again, she was almost giddy, as he had obviously brought out the
best in her.
She came over to me, snuggled up and began to get playful, as if she
wanted to fuck. I, still being pissed, played hard to get, but she finally
won out and we went off to the bedroom, her hand on my cock and my hand on
her ass.
As was the usual, Amy took charge, she hurriedly undressed me, and I
her. She then pushed me down on my back on the bed, my cock until it
was rock hard, then mounted me. I slid into her as easily as I ever
had, because she was wetter than I could ever remember her being. 'Kevin
really has her turned on, I should thank him for getting her this wet.
Then again, maybe not, I seriously dislike the arrogant prick.'
My thoughts quickly turned away from Kevin and to the pleasure that I
was receiving from Amy. She moved her luscious body up and down, up and
down until she began to cum. She tensed up, vigorously sped up the fucking
motion, and screamed in ecstasy as her clamped onto my cock. Just as
she began to recover from her orgasm, I shot my load deep into her pussy.
When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto my chest.
That sexual revival was short lived, we fucked again the next night, but
with far less intensity, then nothing for several weeks.
It was within a couple of weeks after the night that Kevin had visited
that I began to notice a change in Amy, first off, she joined and became
involved in some Women's Club, which met two nights a week, Tuesdays and
Thursdays, or so she told me. On those two nights, she dressed unusually
provocative for a Woman's Club meeting, and came home very late, after I
was already asleep.
However, it didn't take long for me to become suspicious, and my
suspicions centered on good-old Kevin. Upon arriving at the conclusion
that Amy was fucking Kevin behind my back, I became very upset, not so much
because of her cheating, but because she was getting fucked and I wasn't.
She didn't seem to care about me one bit, I had needs too, you know. After
thinking about it, I decided that Amy's affair could provide the answer to
my marital problems. I felt that if I could get proof of her infidelity, I
would be able to obtain a quick and painless divorce and move on to greener
pastures.
Even though the signs were there, I had no real proof that she was even
fucking around, let alone with Kevin. I didn't know where else to start,
so I began rummaging around in her dresser drawers. Way in the back,
underneath her neatly folded panties, I found a small address book. I
leafed through it, and the only unusual entry that I found was a listing
for a 'K' under the T's. I focused on that entry, wrote the number down
and replaced the address book.
Thursday arrived, and after dinner Amy proceeded to get dressed, and
then left for her 'Woman's Club' meeting.
I waited about 30 minutes, then dialed the number that I had found in
Amy's address book.
"Hello," came this sweet sounding female voice.
I decided to use a false name, "hi, my name's Jay, and I'm looking for a
Kevin, but I don't know his last name. Do I have the right number?"
"My husband's name is Kevin, Kevin Taylor, but he's not at home right
now, may I take a message?"
"No thanks, I'm always on the go, but I would like to talk to him, what
evenings would give me the best chance of catching him at home?"
"Most evenings, except Tuesdays and Thursdays, he bowls those nights."
'He sure does! Makes good use of his balls, anyway,' I thought.
"Just to be sure I have the right Kevin, I wonder, have you two recently
moved into town from Toledo?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Were you, by any chance, a runner-up Miss Ohio a few years back?"
She chuckled, and responded, "yes, I was, three years ago."
The fact that I knew something about she and Kevin put her at ease and I
continued the conversation, found out her name was and quickly
determined that she was a very charming and witty person. She seemed to
find me amusing, as she laughed at most of my feeble attempts at humor. We
talked for over 30 minutes before hanging up. It was a very pleasant
conversation, which I enjoyed very much. I also took an immediate liking
to Janet, she seemed to be a very nice, interesting and friendly person.
After Amy had left the house the following Tuesday, I watched which way
she turned leaving the driveway, ran out to my car, in hand,
and took off after her. I caught sight of her at the first light,
about a mile from our house. I stayed far enough back so that she wouldn't
spot me, and followed her to the local shopping mall. She pulled off into
a far corner of the parking lot, sat in the car and waited. I parked
behind another car, where I could see her, but she couldn't see me. I
waited for about 5 minutes when I saw another car pull up next to hers,
using the lens, I taped her as she got out of her car and into the
other. I couldn't see the driver, but I was able to follow the car to a
small motel about 10 miles away.
I parked across the street and watched and taped, as the driver, whom I
immediately recognized as Kevin, got out of the car and went into the
office. Five minutes later he came out and pulled his car in front of Unit
#5. I continued to tape as they both got out of the car and went into the
unit. I felt a lump in my throat and a lead balloon in my stomach as I
watched the two of them enter the motel room. As many problems as Amy and
I had, I still felt some affection for her, and seeing her with another
man, knowing that she was going to be fucking him, had its impact on me.
I stayed there feeling sorry for myself for a short while. As I
collected my thoughts, I began to think about the possibilities of being
free again, and that cheered me up a bit. Having gathered enough evidence
to confirm my suspicions, I drove back home.
As soon as I got into the house, I called Janet, "hi Janet, its Jay."
"Oh, hi Jay, good to hear your voice again. But you know what, I asked
Kevin if he knew a Jay, and he said he didn't. Maybe you have the wrong
Kevin after all?"
"No, Janet, I have the right Kevin, but I haven't been completely honest
with you. It's you that I wanted to talk to, not Kevin, and my name isn't
Jay, its Tim. I had a strong suspicion, and needed to confirm that Kevin
was out on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I happen to know something about
him that you probably don't, but I don't want to talk about it over the
phone. Could you possibly meet me for a drink, tonight?"
"I can't do that, I don't know you. Why did you lie about your name,
and what do you mean you know something about Kevin?
"I can understand you not wanting to meet a stranger, but we can meet in
a very public place, like maybe Denny's for a cup of coffee, or a
milkshake?"
"No, I'm sorry, I just can't do that, Kevin wouldn't approve."
It appeared that I wasn't going to be able to convince her to meet me
unless I piqued her interest with some additional information. "Janet, I
didn't want to tell you anything over the phone, but if that's what its
going to take to convince you to meet me, I will. I met Kevin a little
over a month ago when he just showed up at my front door unannounced. It
seems that he and my were an item in high school, and he decided to
look her up. He just popped in one evening and proceeded to make
inappropriate comments about their prior relationship, in an obvious
attempt to embarrass me. I felt that he was totally out of line, and he
pissed me off royally. Shortly after that meeting, I began to suspect that
Amy was up to something, and I believe that it's Kevin that she's up to it
with."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, I wish I were, but it seems Amy has suddenly joined a Woman's Club
which meets two nights a week, and you guessed it, Tuesdays and Thursdays."
She paused, and I could swear that I could hear the gears turning, "oh
my God! Now that I think about it, Kevin has..." She stopped abruptly,
paused for a few more seconds, seemingly trying to sort out what I had told
her, plus some information that she had added to the mix on her own, "damn,
that bastard! I'll bet he's...Is it that Denny's over on the corner of
Maple and Main?"
"Yes."
"I'll be there in 20 minutes." Click, she hung up.
I hopped in my car and drove to Denny's, parked and waited. I didn't
know what she looked like, but I sat in my car waiting for a single,
attractive woman to show up. Finally, I spotted a woman that looked like
it could have been her. I got out of my car and caught up to her at the
entrance to the restaurant.
"Janet?"
She turned, smiled and said, "yes, Jay, uh Tim, I presume?"
"Yes, I'm Tim." I smiled, as I looked her over, she was absolutely
gorgeous! 'What a fool that Kevin is, I'll trade him any day,' I thought
to myself.
Denny's wasn't crowded and we were able to find a booth that afforded us
some degree of privacy. We sat and sipped on a couple of chocolate shakes
as I told her everything that I had found out to date. I could see that
she was getting more and more pissed, as I relayed the information. When I
told her about following them to the motel, she lost it.
"That son-of-a-bitch, just who in the hell does he think he is, fucking
someone else behind my back. Why I ought to..." She stopped in
mid-sentence, looked at me and smiled. "Why am I getting so pissed off?
You're a good-looking, sexy guy who's probably as horny as I am. Why don't
you and I get it on while they're busy with each other?"
I grinned from ear to ear, not believing my good fortune, "you took the
words right out of my mouth, my place or yours?"
"Yours will do."
We got up, paid the check, and went to my house in my car. When we got
there it was already late and we knew that we didn't have much time, but we
made the most of it. We kissed passionately as we tore each other's
clothes off and fucked like bunnies for the better part of an hour.
I first bent her over the back of the living room couch and fucked her
pussy from the rear. We made our way up to the bedroom, where she on my juice and laden cock until I was hard again. I then jumped
up between her legs and fucked her missionary style until we both came. It
was one of the best, and most satisfying, sexual experiences that I had
ever had. She was absolutely fantastic. As good as Amy was, was
better, and I told her so. She told me that Kevin couldn't hold a candle
to me, she just loved the way I fucked, which made me feel pretty good, and
a bit smug, too. 'Kevin, boy, you can have that bitch of a of
mine, I'll take yours anytime.'
As I was taking back to her car at Denny's, I couldn't help but
notice the satisfied smile on her face as we told each other, once again,
how much we enjoyed the experience, and made plans for Thursday. I dropped
her off and followed her home, just to make sure she got there without
incident. The house was dark, therefore, I presumed that Kevin hadn't
returned before us. I barely made it back home before I heard Amy's car
pull into the garage. I quickly disrobed and jumped into bed, and
pretended to be asleep. I made sure to cover the big, smug, satisfied grin
that was permanently etched on my face with the sheet.
The next time and I got together, the following Thursday, we had
more time and I took full advantage to make love to her the way a
beautiful, sensuous woman like she deserved, and she responded wonderfully.
This time, she invited me to her house, and I found her waiting for me
at the door wearing a sexy baby doll nightie, and nothing else. My cock
was hard with anticipation, and when I saw her, I almost came in my pants,
she was sooo fucking beautiful, and sexy.
I took her in my arms and pressed my lips to hers, passionately
expressing my lust for her. She returned my passion with open mouth and
probing tongue. She began unbuttoning my shirt, and rubbing her hands on
my chest, tweaking my nipples every once in awhile. After she had my completely off, she dropped to her knees, finished undoing my pants and
pulled them and my briefs down to my ankles in one motion. My hard cock
sprang out, and hit her in the cheek, as she giggled and engulfed it into
her mouth. She and licked with an expertise and enthusiasm that I
had never before experienced, until I felt the reservoir about to burst.
"I-I'm going to cum, uhhh, ohhh, God!" I grunted as I shot my load into her
mouth, after spurt. She took it all, swallowed, smiled, opened up
and showed me her empty mouth.
I reached down, pulled her to her feet, kissed her passionately once
again. I moved her to the couch, sat her on the edge, knelt in front of
her and attacked her with my mouth and tongue. I licked the length
of her slit several times before I touched her clit. She gasped as I
flicked it a few times with my tongue before taking it between my lips and
sucking it with abandon. She was obviously enjoying my oral assault as
much as I had enjoyed hers. "Ohhhh, yesss, Uhhhh, suck me! Yesss, suck my
clit!" She grabbed me by the hair and tried to stuff my entire head into
her as she came. I eased up on the clit as she was convulsing and
screaming in orgasmic pleasure. I continued to lightly flick it with my
tongue, and she continued to orgasm for several minutes, before she
exploded into an even bigger one. This time she grabbed my head and shoved
it into her crotch so hard and for so long that I thought that I was going
to suffocate, but she finally let up, pushed my head away from her cunt,
and I gasped to get my breath back.
I got up off my knees and sat next to her on the couch, putting my arms
around her and pulled her close. She opened her eyes, looked directly into
mine, smiled, and said, "my God! That was the most incredible experience
of my life. You're one helluva eater."
"I merely returned the favor, after you had given me my most incredible
blow-job ever."
"Please, don't ever stop doing me, I love your touch, I love your tongue
and I love your cock. I've been thinking of nothing but you and your cock
for two days, now your tongue will also take its rightful place in my
thoughts. I still can't believe how good that felt. I've never, ever like that."
She was very sincere, and I loved every word, my chest swelled as she
made me feel like the greatest in the world. She leaned over, kissed
me, then began to lick my face.
"Ummm, my juices taste pretty good, did you like them?"
"Loved them, you taste better than anyone I've ever tasted, I want
more."
"Not before you fuck me, no, don't just fuck me, make love to me, now
please."
I laid her down on the couch, spread her legs, positioned myself between
them and slowly pushed my hot rod into her love channel. I began to slowly
thrust in and out and she met every thrust with a surge of her hips. She
moaned with each thrust, almost as if she had a mini orgasm each time. It
wasn't long before I could feel myself building to another orgasm. "I'm
going to cum,.ughhh, ughhh, oh yeah!"
"ohhh, yesss, I'm cuming too!" She moaned and screamed as she too
erupted in an orgasm.
I came just as she was screaming, and tried my damndest to shove my cock
up into the back of her throat as I thrust my hips forward as far and as
hard as I could. We convulsed together and held onto each other for dear
life.
When we came back down to earth, we looked lovingly into each other's
eyes and just smiled. Words were totally unnecessary, we both felt as if
we had just experienced the most special and loving event of our lives, and
conveyed that message to each other with our eyes.
and I held each other and talked for an hour before making love
one more time. I waited until what I judged to be the last minute before I
finally left for home.
Our unique four-way, spousal exchange went on for two months with no
indication of Amy or Kevin suspecting a thing. and I were thoroughly
enjoying each other's company, as well as our bodies, and getting to know
one another in the process. I began calling her at work during our lunch
hour, just to chat. I knew that I was falling in love, and I felt that she
was too.
had told me that she hadn't had sex with Kevin since that first
night that we had gotten together. She also told me that he was getting
extremely frustrated and angry with her for putting him off, but she had no
intention of ever fucking him again. I chuckled at the news, Kevin's
indiscretion with Amy had gotten him into this situation, and he was paying
the price. was more woman than Amy could ever hope to be, and I
loved her dearly. I, in turn, informed her that I hadn't fucked Amy,
either, and had no intention of ever doing so again.
Amy, unlike Kevin, didn't seem to care that we hadn't fucked in months,
apparently Kevin was keeping her satisfied. My overall mood and outlook on
life had changed dramatically in those two months. Instead of being moody
and upset, I was jovial and happy. My jovial mood got the best of Amy's
curiosity, as one day, when she was in one of her many bitchy moods, she
snapped, "what the fuck are you always so Goddamned happy about?"
Amy had tormented me so much with her bitchy, domineering, behavior over
the years that I decided to get some measure of revenge. "I'm just
enjoying life, is there anything wrong with that?"
"No, but knowing what a pervert you are and we haven't fucked in ages,
why would you be enjoying life?"
"You're not the only fish in the sea," I responded with a smirk on my
face.
Her face became flushed and she looked at me in disbelief, as it finally
hit her that I might be getting some on the side, "what? I-I mean,
who, why?"
"The who is for me to know. The why is that I know all about your
affair with Kevin, and could care less. Fucking that asshole behind my
back just gave me the push I needed to take my sex, and my love, life into
my own hands, and they no longer include you."
Her face changed from the flushed, rose hue to an ashen white. She was
even more dumbfounded, and for the first time, she showed concerned about
where our marriage was headed. She had apparently convinced herself that
she could fuck around, keep it from me, and come back to a stable marriage
any time she wanted. However, my revelation had placed some major doubt in
her mind about being able to come back to the stable marriage, and she
appeared to be frightened.
"I-I mean, how, why didn't you say anything?"
"ME? What was it that you expected me to say? The big question is, why
did you decide to cheat on me and fuck Kevin?"
"I-I don't know, he's so sexy, so persuasive, we had such great times
back in high school. Honey, I don't love him, I love you. I won't see him
again, we can work this out, can't we?"
"Not likely, the damage is too great, besides, I like my love life, and
my love interest, right now and I'm not willing to give it, or her, up."
"B-but, what about us?"
"Did you think of us when you first started fucking Kevin? I think not.
No, sweetheart, when you decided to do Kevin, you fucked our relationship
up for good. It's not that it was so great at the time, but your affair
was the straw that broke the camel's back. It gave me the impetuous I
needed to move on to a new relationship of my own. There's no going back
now, we both need to move forward, and that means moving apart."
Tears began to swell in her eyes as she realized that she had grossly
misjudged me. "I'm sorry for what I did with Kevin, I'll stop if you will,
please, honey, please."
I felt that she was very vulnerable at that point, and I may have even
been able to assume the dominant role in our relationship, but it was too
late. I had already fallen in love with Janet, and I wasn't about to give
her up.
"Sorry, but I'm not willing to stop, I'm perfectly happy right now, as
you've already noticed. I'm getting much better sex than I've ever had,
and I don't have to put up with your bitchy, domineering behavior. You and
Kevin deserve and can have one another."
Her tears turned into full scale sobbing as she realized that all was
lost.
When she calmed down, I made her a proposition, "I have enough tape evidence of your affair that has given my lawyer confidence that I
could get everything in a divorce settlement. However, I'm willing to give
you half of all of our assets if you'll be willing to testify, if
necessary, that you have been having an affair with Kevin."
"Why? I don't understand, if you have the evidence, why do you need me
to testify?"
"I need you to testify in and Kevin's divorce, but only if
necessary. I want to see that sticks him good, takes him for
everything he's got."
Her eyes lit up as if the light bulb in her brain had just illuminated.
"Janet? So you've been fucking Kevin's wife?"
I smirked, but said nothing as I watched her expression change from
wonderment to humor, as she smiled, then back to sorrow as she began to cry
again.
She calmed down quickly. "So, you want to stick it to Kevin, do
you? Well, I don't love him, and he is an arrogant prick. You probably
won't believe it, but I was ready to break our affair off anyway, the sex
wasn't even that great any more. It's really ironic isn't it?"
"I'd say so," I replied, with a huge grin on my face.
I did feel a little remorse for Amy, but she's the one who cheated and
provided me with the excuse I needed to find a lover of my own. Who could
have predicted that I'd fall in love so quickly, but as someone much wiser
than I has already said, "that's the way the cookie crumbles."
I immediately called Janet, "hi, love, can you talk?"
"For a minute, Kevin's upstairs in the bathroom."
"Well, I told Amy everything, she's willing to give me an uncontested
divorce, and she's also willing to testify that she and Kevin were having
an affair, if you need her to do so."
"Wonderful! I'll tell the asshole as soon as he gets out of
the bathroom. You know, he's really getting belligerent about not getting
any sex from me. I'm glad we can get everything out in the open, and move
on. Here he comes, love you, and talk to you later." Click.
Twenty minutes later, the phone rings. "Hello, Tim, oh Tim!"
It was Janet, and she was sobbing, "please leave quickly, Kevin's on his
way over there to beat you up, he's so pissed."
"He didn't you in any way, did he?"
"No, it's you he's focused his anger on, so please be careful."
"Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself. It's he that ought to
be concerned about his health."
"Are you sure, I'm so worried about you."
"Janet, I love you, and no matter whether Kevin beats the shit out of me
or not, nothing will change. We'll still get our divorces and marry, OK?"
"OK, I love you, please take care of yourself."
"I love you too, but don't worry, I'll be all right."
I sat and waited for Kevin to show up. I'll admit that I was very
nervous, not frightened, but nervous. Soon I heard a car pull into the
driveway and I proceeded out the front door. I sure as hell didn't want
any of my furniture busted up, so if there was to be a fight, I wanted it
to take place outside.
I moved down the steps to the sidewalk and waited as Kevin hopped out of
his car and rushed over to me. "You Goddamn son-of-a-bitch, I'm going to
knock your fucking head off," he shouted as he lunged and threw a
roundhouse right, aimed at my head.
I easily ducked and hit him a solid right to the midsection, as I
quickly assessed that anybody that would wind up and throw a roundhouse
punch like he did, didn't have any martial arts or boxing training,
therefore, my confidence level jumped up a couple of notches.
I stunned him a little with my first blow and he backed off, "what's the
fucking idea of screwing my wife?" He shouted hoarsely, as he gasped for
breath.
My anger increased at the gall he displayed, and I echoed his question
with one of my own, "what's the fucking idea of screwing my wife?"
He didn't have an answer for that, but his anger hadn't subsided. He
approached me again, more cautiously, but still with fire in his eyes. He
lunged and tried to get me in a bear hug, but I sidestepped the lunge and
hit him with a chop on the side of the neck. That blow, in combination
with his momentum, put him down on his knees. My own anger had built to
the point where I intended to show him no mercy, as I approached him, I
grabbed a fistful of hair in my left hand, lifted his head and threw a
fierce right knee to his unprotected face, and bloodied his nose. My knee
hurt like hell, but with the adrenaline flowing, I didn't give a damn.
I backed off, as he appeared to be hurt, and waited for his next move.
He began to cuss me some more, and as he got himself up off the ground, I
moved in and hit him with a fist in the mid-section, putting him back down
on his ass. I watched, as he appeared to be trying to assess the situation
from his position on the ground. He looked up at me, blood flowing out of
his nose, and I saw the defeated look in his eyes. The battle was over,
and I was the victor.
The fight being over, my adrenaline levels tapered off and my mood
lightened considerable. 'The good guy has triumphed over the bad guy, just
like in the movies. Maybe I ought to get him a black hat before I throw
him off my property,' I thought to myself and chuckled.
I helped him to his feet, unsteady as he was, and shoved him toward his
car. "Get the fuck off my property and don't ever come back. If I ever
see you again, I won't be so kind as to show any mercy."
As he turned toward his car, I added, "another thing, if you give any trouble, you'll answer to me, understand?"
I heard him mumble something, which I took as understanding and
acceptance of my threat, as he stumbled into his car, and drove off.
In the year that followed, Amy and I got an uncontested divorce, we
split everything, as we had agreed. Kevin tried to fight Janet's divorce
action, but Amy's testimony and the tape proved to be evidence enough
to thwart his attempt at keeping most of his assets. received the
house, the furniture, her car and the bulk of their joint savings,
essentially everything he had.
and I were within a month after her divorce became final.
We sold both houses, and with the equity we received we placed a down
payment on a bigger one of our own, and began planning a expansion.
We had a great time carrying out those plans, fucking like minks, and
loving every minute of it.
Amy and I remained on speaking terms after the divorce, and she
subsequently met another guy and remarried almost a year after and I.
I can only guess that he's much more submissive than I ever was, as they
seem quite happy together.
Kevin was often seen at one or more of the local watering holes, where
he seemed to be spending most of his time trying unsuccessfully to drown
his sorrow in the sauce.
In conclusion, Amy's indiscretion, her affair with Kevin, turned out
good for three out of the four of us, Kevin being the exception. It
certainly was my salvation, as and I are unbelievably happy together.
I had no idea that life could be this good!
Any and all comments are appreciated.
Please send to: CharleyAce@hotmail.com
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