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The Affair
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)
***
A wife has an affair against her husband's wishes with
horrible results. (MF, nc, exh, v, sn)
***
I hardly know where to begin. I'm all shook up inside.
I can't think rationally. I don't know what to do. My
wife had an affair and I saw it happen and didn't do
anything about it. Now I have to live with the
consequences.
My wife Linda and I, I'm Chuck, have been married for
twenty-one years. We have a daughter who is twenty-one
and married. She is our only child. She's been out on
her own for a year now. For those who like to deal with
ages and dates, my wife was pregnant when we got
married.
Linda is a good looking woman, far from being a Barbie
doll, but a decent looking woman just the same. She's
about 5'4" on the heavy side maybe 160 lbs. Of course
when we got married she was a lot thinner. At forty-one
she still attracts attention. Probably because she has
40D tits and wears short skirts, which heavier women
usually don't do.
I'm nothing special; I'm 5'10" 220 lbs. I am a little
overweight also. I guess after seeing my wife have sex
with another man (she doesn't know I seen her) it makes
me a cuckold, because I didn't stop it when I had the
chance. I don't want to be a cuckold and plan on doing
something about it. I just don't know what, yet? It's
tearing me apart inside just thinking about it. I have
to do something soon before the rage over takes me.
Please let me regress back:
In our younger days we had sex a lot, we still do. I
was pretty jealous back then. I got pissed if I seen
her even talking to guys. I knew most guys just wanted
in her pants or at least see how far they could go. I
told her that and she always just laughed it off.
Looking back now I don't know if she had affairs or
not. There's no way of knowing and besides I'm trying
to deal with the latest liaison.
We do most everything in the sex department, other then
a few of the fetishes. We both like oral, fuck in any
position, and once in awhile anal. I've always been
there for her sexually. I don't know why she had to
cheat on me.
I have to tell you that I get off reading erotica,
maybe I'm two-faced or just totally mixed up. I get off
reading stories where married woman are seduced. I love
the stories where married woman are caught cheating on
their husbands. It's a real turn-on for me. The odd
thing is I want the woman to get caught and for the
husband to wreak havoc on the cheating couple. I want
them to pay dearly, but in some cases I want to see the
woman show remorse, a lot of it, and then maybe go back
together at the end. No remorse, kick her ass out.
I can't stand it when the guy is a cuckold, who accepts
his wife as a slut and even eats her pussy out
afterwards. I hate endings like that. Now, if I knew
the cuckold fellow and I was the one fucking his wife
it would be okay with me. That's the two faced part of
me. I would love to fuck married women. I haven't, but
when I read stories about it I sure would like too, the
old fantasy versus reality thing. It really does happen
and most of the time it has bad results. But, people
still try it.
I wish I could separate love from sex with my wife. I
think I can do it with other woman because there is no
love there. It's all about getting off and maybe
getting your partner off.
I believe that if a person can separate the two, love
and sex, then you could swap, have sex on the side, and
have an open marriage. It's just so hard for me to
believe when I'm reading these stories that these are
happy marriages, that there is true love for each
other. A husband saying "Honey I love you so much, I
want you to be happy, so fuck this guy as long as you
come home to me." That just seems like total
'bullshit,' but there are people out there that say
it's true.
You read enough of these stories and I think you start
believing this shit, I really do.
Take wife swapping, I always thought it would be
something. Take this mans wife, kiss her, fuck her, let
this married woman give you oral sex. Do everything
with her except love her. Then just walk away. I could
do that, I know I could. But, then I think about my
wife being treated the same way by another man. I'm
just not open minded enough to accept that. To believe
my wife will feel the same about me when we go home. I
know now I wouldn't feel the same about her.
Of course like most married couples, topics like this
in the heat of passion always spark interest. We say
things like, "Oh honey, I wish some man could be here
watching me fuck you, looking at your juicy pussy,
feeling these tits. God I love you." or, "Damn, I can
picture some other guy laying the meat to you, wouldn't
you love it?" Fantasies that make the orgasm better.
Of course if anyone mentions it later, it was only a
fantasy and I wouldn't want to do it. The thought is
there, in the recesses of our mind.
In the last year or so since our daughter has been gone
my wife's sex drive has increased considerably. We do
it more often in more ways then we've done in years.
Neither of us says no to the other. The sex is great,
especially after reading a few of the cheating wife
stories and put my wife as that cheating wife. I know
it's a fantasy and really get off on it. It's a lot
better then masturbation.
We started going out more to lounges and bars. Places
where I could show off my wife. We got into some
exhibitionism. I would feel her up in public and she
would pretend that she didn't see the guys watching us.
God, it was hot knowing these guys were watching me
finger my wife or even show her pussy to them. The
place we always drew the line was no one was allowed to
touch her. I am not saying what we do is for everyone.
But for us it's a big turn on.
Once we went into an adult movie house. There was a
suck and fuck film on the screen, but the men around us
were watching my wife and I. I took off her panties and
pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then I put two
fingers into her plump pussy. Damn, it was hot,
watching these guys watching us. One old guy came right
up and sat on the other side of my wife.
I looked at him and said, "You can look all you want.
But, if you try and touch her, I'll fucking kill you."
He backed off some but still sat there looking at her,
then unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He
shot cum all over the seat in front of him. Then my
wife had a huge orgasm, spraying pussy juice all over
my hands.
We quickly got up and left. When we got home we
stripped and started fucking within minutes. We were
out of our heads in lust. I asked her if she wanted
that old geezer's cock.
She looked up at me and said, "God yes, I wanted to
fuck him so bad. Did you want to see him fuck me with
that big cock? Did you?"
We were both in the heat of passion and I of course
said, "Yes, yes I did." After we both had orgasms we
talked about it. I told her I love showing her off but
if she ever fucked them that I couldn't handle it.
She told me I was all the man she ever wanted and how
much she loved me. This is the way we always talked
after a fantasy.
One night while we were out dancing we met another
couple. Mark and Susan were probably in their mid
thirties and have a couple of kids. They said they like
to go out at least every other week and just enjoy
their selves. We asked them to join us and got a
secluded table at the back of the lounge. We were
having a pretty good time. My wife and I got up and
started dancing. So did Mark and Susan. I had both my
hands on Linda's ass and started squeezing. I glanced
over at Mark and he was watching us.
We were all getting a little inebriated and talk turned
to sex. We just told them that we were monogamous but
did a little exhibitionism but would never swap. We
just enjoyed each other and showing off a little.
Mark said, "So show us yours and we'll show you ours."
as we all laughed.
Being somewhat intoxicated, I reached over and slid my
hands up Linda's short skirt, pulling her skirt up till
we could see her creamy white thighs. I put my hand on
her mound as she closed her eyes and breathed hard.
Mark grabbed his wife's skirt pulled it up and grabbed
her mound also.
Mark looked at me and said, "Well are you going to let
me see her pussy?"
I reached up and pulled her panties down letting Mark
get a full close up view of my wife's pussy. Nice
trimmed black curly bush. I couldn't believe I was
doing this, just showing a strange man my wife's
pussy... I looked at Mark and said, "Your turn." as he
pulled Susan's panties off and showed me her bald cunt.
"Ever see a bald cunt as nice as that Chuck?" he asked.
"Want to put your fingers in it?" He then pushed his
fingers in his wife's bald cunt and brought them out
coated with her juices all over them. "Smells great,"
he said putting them up to his nose.
I told him it was a great offer but this is where Linda
and I drew the line. I had three fingers shoved into
Linda's pussy. She was intoxicated and ready to orgasm.
When we got home we had a wild night of sex.
We would go out with Mark and Susan pretty regular.
They never said that they were swingers but could have
been. They never pushed us. They really like the little
exhibitions the same as we did. That way nobody got
hurt. The last time we went out Mark asked if he could
dance with Linda. I had no problem with that and I
danced with Susan.
She was a sweet little gal. She seemed happy and
bubbly. She pressed her body up against mine; I had no
problem with that. I started to get hard and she just
laughed and said that Linda was going to get the
results of all her work. I looked over at Linda and
Mark. Nothing seemed inappropriate so I was happy.
As usual we probably all drank to much and whenever
that happened the subject turned to sex. Mark asked
Susan to remove her panties and when she did Mark said
to hand them to me. I took them and Mark said are you
going to return the favor?
I slowly removed Linda's panties and handed them to
Mark.
He put them up to his nose and said nice, and wet.
Linda just laughed, so I had to do the same with
Susan's panties. It was very intoxicating, smelling
another woman's pussy juices.
Well the girls had their panties off Mark grabbed Linda
and asked her to dance. Susan said she had to go to the
bathroom and I headed up to the bar to get more drinks.
I lost sight of Mark and Linda but when I finally saw
them I thought I saw Marks hand under Linda's skirt. I
wasn't sure but thought I better keep my eyes open. I
didn't want to accuse anyone unless I was sure.
When they came back to the table everything seemed back
to normal. So I didn't push the issue. I might mention
it to Linda tonight just to make sure. We all went home
shortly after they came back to the table. We said we
would get together again in about two weeks.
When we got home I just came out and asked Linda if
Mark felt her pussy?
She looked at me and said, "My God no, whatever made
you think up such a thing? Did you feel Susan's pussy?"
I said, "Of course not," and apologized for even
asking.
Linda said, "Apology accepted and off to bed we went.
We had our usual fuckfest, it was great.
The next morning I told Linda that I thought maybe we
were going too far with our fantasies and especially
Mark and Susan. Maybe we ought to cut back on the
exhibitions?
Linda just said that she did it all for me, and if I
wanted to cut back she would have no problem with it.
It was me she loved and only me.
I asked her if she could ever watch me fuck another
woman. Could she separate the sex and love?
She looked at me and said, "No never, I could never
watch you with another woman. It would break my heart.
It would make me think that I wasn't enough woman for
you, that you had to find love elsewhere."
I told her that was what I wanted to hear. I just loved
her so much.
The next day was Linda's day off, so I thought I would
come home and surprise her and maybe go to lunch. When
I got to the house there was a car in the driveway. It
didn't look familiar. So Instead of just walking in the
front door like I always do, I went back and thought
I'd enter from the kitchen.
When I got to the door I looked in and there was my
wife, the love of my life bent over the kitchen table
with her skirt up on her back. Behind her stood Mark
with his cock plunging in and out of my wife's pussy. I
just froze and listened to them have sex. This sure
didn't look like the first time. Linda kept yelling how
much she loved his cock. How he could have her anytime
he wanted.
I was being cuckolded. I should have run in and killed
them both. Instead I back up slowly like the cuckold I
am and went to my car and cried. Was this what the
husbands in the cuckolding stories feel like? How can
they call this feeling erotic? I felt like shit, like
my life was over. I drove to the nearest bar to drown
my sorrows.
I had to regain my senses till I decided what to do. I
tried to act normal when I got home that evening. Linda
greeted me like she always does. I told her I wasn't
feeling good and was going straight to bed. I would
sleep in the spare room in case I had something that
was infectious.
Linda gave me some medication for colds and off to bed
I went. The next day Linda had to work so I called off
work and thought I would just stay home and put my
thoughts together. I decided what I must do. I would do
it tomorrow.
When she got home that evening she said she was
concerned about me. Why didn't I make a doctors
appointment and get checked out?
I just told her I was feeling better and had to work
late the next day seeing I took the day off. I probably
wouldn't be home till nine in the evening. With that
said I headed for the spare room. I doubted that I
would ever have sex with Linda again.
The next day we both left for work. I returned at lunch
time to get my pistol, a 25mm, smaller then the size of
my hand. I put it in the car and went back to work. I
left work about six and went to Mark and Susan's house.
I knocked on the door and was greeted by a puzzled
Susan.
"Where is Mark?" I asked Susan.
"He went to your house Chuck, something about a
meeting. Shouldn't you be there?" she asked.
Without saying a word, I turned around went to my car,
and drove home. When I got there I used the front door
but no one heard me. I walked passed the kitchen and
then to the master bedroom. There was Linda lying on
her back, with her blouse and bra pulled above her
tits, her skirt pulled up and her panties not even
taken off, just pulled to the side with Mark's cock
imbedded deep in her pussy. He was climaxing as I
entered the room.
Linda was screaming, "Fuck me Mark, fuck me, I never
had it so good." Linda then looked toward the door and
seen me standing there. She looked up at me and
screamed. Mark had just shot his load of cum into her
pussy.
He turned around and looked at me, almost grinning. He
said, "Damn good pussy buddy as he climbed off Linda.
Then he seen my pistol and said, "Hold on Chuck, this
isn't what you think," as I planted three shots to his
chest. He fell straight to the floor, where he was just
lying there, bleeding to death.
Linda was screaming, "Don't shot me Chuck, don't shoot
me, I love you."
Then I did something I would never have thought I could
ever do. I struck Linda. I slapped her along side the
face. Then I ripped her bra and blouse off, and then
slapped her big tits till they were bruised. Then I
half ripped her panties. I slapped at her thighs
bruising them also. As she was lying there, crying
hysterically, I picked up the phone and dialed 911.
This is Chuck Masters; I just shot a man who was raping
my wife. Please send the police and two ambulances. I
gave them my address. They asked me how the man was who
I shot. I told them I think he is bleeding to death.
Even though she was crying Linda heard everything I
said. I will wait and see what she tells the police.
The police arrived first with guns drawn. I just handed
them my pistol. They looked over at Linda all battered
and bruised lying on the bed. Her clothes ripped to
shreds and bruises all over her body. They could even
see the cum on her pussy.
Then they saw Mark lying on the floor, nearly dead but
still breathing. The paramedics came in and put Linda
in one ambulance and Mark in the other. I told her I
would see her at the hospital.
I told the police that I had come home early from work
and heard my wife screaming. I ran in the room and saw
this man raping her. So I grabbed my pistol which I
kept in the drawer pointing to a stand we kept in the
hallway. I said, "The man whose name was Mark jumped
off the bed and came toward me and I fired three shots.
I felt I was in danger and he as you can see was raping
my wife." They asked me a number of other questions
which I answered.
Then I asked if I could leave, I wanted to go to the
hospital and see how my wife was.
They told me to be available for more questions later.
I told them, "No problem; I just did what I hope every
husband would have done to protect his wife." Then I
left for the hospital.
They took Linda to the rape crisis center, because of
all the bruises and the cum in her pussy, they believed
she was raped. Now it was in her ball park as to what
she would say.
After checking her bruises, they took her to a holding
room and told her she would probably be there a couple
of hours. The police would be in to talk to her
shortly. I figured it was time to talk to her. Well
Linda do you have anything you want to say?
Linda spoke, "I'm so sorry Chuck. I don't know what
happened. We can get past this, you know I love you."
How can women cheat on their husbands and then say 'I
love you.' It makes no sense. If you loved your man you
wouldn't have fucked around in the first place.
"No I don't know that Linda. You just told me yesterday
that you can't separate love and sex, just yesterday.
Now today you are fucking Mark on our marital bed. How
can I ever trust you again? Without trust we have no
Marriage."
"I made a mistake Chuck, a really big mistake. Our love
can get past this, I know we can. I can't live without
you Chuck. Please believe me, it will never happen
again. I made a one time mistake; surely you can
forgive me with twenty-one years of marriage. One
mistake Chuck, you can't forgive one mistake in twenty-
one years?" she was crying.
I looked at her battered bruised body which I did to
her. She was crying, waiting for my answer.
"Okay Linda, we have always trusted each other. Our
whole marriage was built on it. So I have one question
for you. If you answer it honestly, I'll give our
marriage another try. If you lie to me, our marriage is
over as of this minute. Is that fair enough Linda?"
"That's fair enough Chuck, I won't lie to you." replied
Linda. "What's the question?"
I looked at her, starring at her eyes and asked, "Have
you had sex with Mark before tonight?"
I could see her thinking, she didn't know that I had
seen them a couple of days before.
Linda was thinking; Mark is dead or dying. There is no
way that Chuck will find out anything about my past
with Mark. If I tell him the truth that I have had sex
with Mark at least four times he'll leave me for sure.
Linda looked at me and said, "This was the first and
only time I have had sex with Mark, honest honey."
"Well Linda, the rest of our life depended on your
answer. Two days ago I saw Mark fucking you on our
kitchen table." You are a liar, and a slut, who I can
never trust again. Our marriage is over."
"Linda, our marriage was a sham and I have nothing else
to live for. Goodbye Linda, see you in Hell," as I
walked out of the door and out of her life. I heard her
yelling from the room but wasn't listening.
Part 2: Linda Speaks
I'll just start at the beginning. Chuck and I met when
I was nineteen years old. We dated for about six months
and I became pregnant. Chuck and I got married shortly
after that. We had a beautiful baby girl who meant the
world to us. She is now twenty-one and married.
Chuck and I had a wonderful relationship. Sex with him
was great. There is very little that we didn't do. We
really enjoyed our sex life together. It was just all
around good.
After Becky our daughter started high school I started
working part-time in an ad agency. I went to different
businesses and helped set up newspaper ads. I drove all
over the city. It was a fun job. I got a lot of
attention from men, even though I was heavy. Men just
seemed to like big boobs, and that I had.
I like the attention from men. My husband Chuck was the
only man I had been with. I made the mistake one night
and let another man have me. I don't really know why I
did it. I guess because he kept flirting with me and as
we were writing up his ad. He slipped his hand up my
skirt and touched my pussy. I asked him please don't do
that.
He said, "Didn't it feel good honey?"
I said of course it did but I was a married woman and
have only been with my husband. That made him try all
the harder. Finally I gave in and he lifted up my skirt
in the back, pulled down my panties and gave me a royal
fucking.
When I left his business I went to my car and cried.
Wondering why did I fall to temptation? Why did I do
that to my husband? I felt so guilty that when I got
home I grabbed Chuck and fucked the hell out of him
that was the night I gave him my anal opening. It hurt
like hell but I figured it was payback for cheating on
him. That was about fifteen years ago.
That was the only time I gave myself to another man
until I met Mark. I met him at his store a few months
ago. I was writing up his advertisement while we were
talking and the subject turned to sex. I ended up
telling him some of the things that Chuck and I were
doing to explore our sex lives.
He was getting turned on listening to me. Of course I
liked turning men on. There was something erotic about
talking to strange men about sex. I think guys feel the
same way especially with married women. They always
want into your pants.
Most guys I meet and do business with would have sex
with me if I let them. Both the married and the single
ones. Most married guys would jump my bones in a
minute. I guess it's alright for guys to cheat but not
women. At least according to most men. They always say,
"What your husband doesn't know won't hurt him." I wish
I had a dollar for every time I heard that one. I'd be
rich by now.
I was telling Mark about the time Chuck let other men
look at me in the adult theater. Why I even told him
about our sex life I don't know. I guess maybe back in
the recesses of my mind I wanted to do it. Then I told
him how turned on I got looking at the old man sitting
next to me with his cock in his hand.
Mark looked at me and said, "Why don't you show me your
pussy?" and laughed.
I said, "I can't do that, I married." I knew what I was
talking about was wrong but did it anyway.
Mark said, "Weren't you married when you showed your
pussy to the old man?" Then he reached down and pulled
out his cock. It was big and hard. I should have walked
away right then, but I didn't.
I was getting turned on by all this talk and looking at
this young mans cock. I said, "If I show you will you
promise not to touch me?" I know that was stupid but
said it anyway. Of course he promised, what guy
wouldn't?
Then I lifted up my skirt and removed my panties.
Mark said he wanted a closer look and put his face
right next to my pussy. He blew on it softly which gave
me a little spasm. Then he pushed his face into my
pussy and wrapped his lips around my pussy lips. God it
felt good, I just let him do it. He ate out my pussy
till I came. After I had an orgasm he said it was his
turn and sat me down in a chair and put his cock in me
and fucked me. There was no love, just raw sex. I came
again then he came.
I told him the sex was good but it will never happen
again. It was wrong to cheat on my husband. My husband
would kill me if he ever found out.
That's how I met Mark. I thought about telling Chuck
that night but I was hoping I would never see Mark
again.
One night when Chuck and I were out, he brought a
couple over to our table to join us. It was Mark and
his wife Susan. I was stunned but what could I say.
Then Chuck wanted to play our exhibition games. So here
was Mark, the guy I was hoping never to see again
starring at my pussy with my husband's permission.
When I was dancing with Mark he said he wanted me
again.
I told him I couldn't but he kind of threatened me by
saying he would tell Chuck about our first time. It
scared me so I agreed to meet him. We met twice before
the time that Chuck caught us in the kitchen.
Chuck asked if Mark tried to touch my pussy on the
dance floor. I told him of course not and changed the
conversation and asked if he touched Susan. I was lucky
he believed me. I should have told him the truth that
Mark finger fucked me on the dance floor. I wanted out
of this cheating relationship with Mark, but didn't
know how to go about it.
Chuck said that he heard me say how great a fuck Mark
was. That was just sex talk to get Mark off. I needed
time on how to get out of this mess without ruining my
marriage. The bad part is that Chuck was twice the
lover that Mark was and I was losing him.
Mark came over on that fatal night. I told him that
this has got to stop. That Chuck was getting wise to
him.
He just said he wasn't afraid of Chuck and that he
would just give his wife to Chuck for a quick fuck.
I told him I didn't want Chuck to fuck any other women.
Mark just laughed and told me to go into the bedroom;
he was ready for a fuck.
I told him this was going to be the last time. That I
was going to tell Chuck. I can't do this any longer to
my husband. I really didn't want to tell my husband. I
didn't want to deal with it. I was just hoping to scare
Mark into leaving me alone.
When we got into the bedroom he didn't even have me
remove my clothes. He just lifted up my skirt, pulled
my panties to the side and stuck his hard cock into me.
While he was fucking me he just lifted up my blouse and
bra and just squeezed my tits. I was telling him what a
great job he was doing just to get it over with.
That's when I looked up and seen Chuck enter the room.
I screamed and Mark thought it was because he came at
that time. Then he turned around and saw Chuck and
stated to tell him how good I was.
I think that was when he was going to offer up Susan
when Chuck shot him. I was paralyzed with shock. That's
when Chuck came over and started beating on me. He
bruised my face, breasts and legs. I thought he was
going to kill me. I even yelled out, "Please don't kill
me, I love you."
Then all of a sudden he just stopped. He looked at Mark
bleeding to death on the floor and dialed 911. He told
them I was being raped and he shot the assailant.
The police and paramedics arrived and took me to the
hospital. I was taken to the rape center and checked
out and treated. I was a basket case. I had no idea
what I would do.
While I was at the hospital, I was told that Mark had
died from the gunshot wounds. Now I had a big decision
to make. Should I tell the police that Mark raped me
and beat me up or tell them the truth. It was Chuck who
did the beating and then shot Mark after catching us
having sex?
This was no easy decision. If I told the truth then
Chuck, the love of my life would go to jail for the
rest of his life for killing Mark. If I lied then Marks
family would have to live the rest of their lives with
the guilt of their father being a rapist.
Chuck had just left the hospital. I didn't know if I
would ever see him again. God I wish I could relive the
last couple of days, but life isn't like that. There is
no 'Do overs,' you can't re-do and relive your past.
Unfortunately I will relive my past days for the rest
of my life.
Chuck gave me one last chance to maybe save our
marriage. I only had to answer one question correctly
and I blew it. Now the only man I have ever loved
walked out on me. The sad thing is I deserved it; I'm
the one who became a slut. I'm the one who cheated on
Chuck. If only I knew he had seen me with Mark two days
before, I might have been able to salvage our marriage.
Shortly after Chuck left, the police came in to talk to
me. There was both a male and a female officer. I was
really shook up; I looked like a rape victim and was of
course crying because the love of my live just left me.
The police didn't have any idea what I was thinking as
they tried to console me. They brought me a glass of
water and had the doctor give me some kind of a calming
pill. I really did need the medication. I was a totally
distraught disaster.
I began my story by telling the police that we knew
Mark and Susan. That they were friends of ours who we
went out with on a few occasions. I told them that Mark
came by the house and said that Chuck said to meet him
there, which was a lie but I didn't know it, so I let
him in.
Everything I told the police was a total fabrication. I
then continued and said, "Mark tried to kiss me and
when I said 'No' he started forcing himself on me. He
knocked me down and slapped me and told me get to up
and go into the bedroom. I was scared to death and did
what Mark said."
"He then told me to get on the bed as I was pleading
with him not to do this. If he would just leave I
wouldn't say anything to anyone. He just laughed at me
and ripped off my blouse and bra. Then he started
slapping my breasts while saying derogatory things
about them."
I started crying as the police told me to just take my
time and take another drink of water.
I continued and said, "Mark must have just cracked, I
really didn't know. I kept pleading with Mark to stop
and was screaming at him to 'Please don't do this.'
That's when he told me 'Shut up slut,' and slapped me
hard across the face. He then ripped of my panties and
forced his penis in me. I kept crying while he plunged
hard in and out of me. Then he came in me."
"I turned around and seen Chuck come rushing into the
room. He had his gun in his hand. Then Mark headed in
Chucks direction, I think to grab the gun. But Chuck
just fired at Mark hitting him in the chest I think.
Chuck must have fired two or three shots I don't know
for sure. Then he picked up the phone and dialed 911.
All this time I just laid on the bed crying and
screaming."
Then I started crying again, not knowing what the
future held...
The officers tried to console me some more, then asked
some more questions which I answered. They said they
may have a few more questions and would get back to me
when I was feeling better. They thanked me and left.
I must have dozed off from the medication when the
doctors came in and said I could go home seeing I was
in the emergency room. They handed me some clothes
which Chuck had brought when he came earlier. I got
dressed, called a cab and went home.
When I got home, there was no Chuck. Everything was the
same as when I left. Even the blood on the floor and my
torn clothes on the bed. I just looked around a little
bit; Chuck must have never come back to the house. I
had no idea where he went. I went into the spare room
and just lay across the bed and cried myself to asleep.
About nine the next morning I heard banging on the
front door. I jumped up and ran to the door hoping it
was Chuck. When I opened the door, there stood two
officers in uniforms. "I asked them if I could help
them."
"They asked if they could step in for a minute."
I opened the door and let them enter. "I then asked
what was this all about I just gave my statement last
night?"
They looked at me and said, "This isn't about the rape
Mrs. Masters. It's about your husband."
I looked worried as I asked, "What about my husband? Is
he alright?"
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your husband
is dead." the officer said.
I screamed, "No! No, it can't be. Please lord, it can't
be as I was crying. It must be a mistake, I seen him
just last night at the hospital."
"We're sorry Mrs. Masters but we have to ask you a few
questions. Maybe you better sit down as they walked me
to the sofa."
I was shaking like a leaf, one of the officers tried to
console me while the other went into the kitchen to get
me a glass of water.
"What happen to my husband, what happened to him?" I
cried.
"Do you know of any reason why your husband would take
his own life, Mrs. Masters?"
"What! My God No," I replied. What happened to him?
Please tell me."
"Well Mrs. Masters, He was driving his Ford Ranger on
county road 10, missed the turn at tigers curve and
drove down over the ravine about seventy five feet as
his truck went head of heals down the ravine and
catching fire when hitting the bottom. He never made it
out of the truck."
I burst out crying.
I was crying so hard that the officers just let me get
it out of my system. Finally I asked, "What did suicide
have to do with it?"
The officer said that the turn was a 35 mph curve.
Chuck was driving in excess of 85 mph. At the curve
there were no tire skid marks, which means he never hit
the brakes. Also the way in which he hit the guardrail
it looks like he had no intention of turning.
I started crying again. "I mention to the officers that
he was distraught over my rape last night. But not to
the degree of taking his own life." I answered their
questions and then they left.
I sat there all alone thinking about what I did. I
fucked up my marriage, responsible for killing my
husband, responsible for Marks death. All for what? A
damn cock?
Now I wish Chuck would have killed me when he killed
Mark. I really didn't want to go on. I now had to call
Becky our daughter and tell her all these things. I
have to lie about Mark and now I have to lie about
Chuck not taking his own life.
Now I know what he meant when he said, "The next time I
see you it will be in Hell." My problem is now I have
to go through hell on earth before joining Chuck in the
hereafter.
I called my daughter Becky to tell her about her father
being killed in a one car auto accident. It really hit
her hard. She cried and there was nothing I could do or
say to relieve her pain. This had to be the hardest
thing I've ever done. Telling my daughter her dad is
dead, knowing inside that I was the cause of his death.
"God I wish I was dead."
The police came by later in the day to talk with me. I
was just trying to keep busy, doing anything to get my
mind off my situation. I was cleaning the blood off the
floor when the police arrive. I went to the door still
crying. That's all I've done since I heard the horrible
news. I just can't turn off the tears. I invited the
officers in and offered them coffee. They knew I was
trying to keep busy and accepted the coffee.
"First they told me that the reports came back that I
was raped, but due to Marks death the case is being
closed since the assailant is dead. I could file civil
charges against the estate if I wanted too."
Then they told me about my husband Chuck. "That deep
down they knew the accident was a suicide but are just
reporting it as an auto accident death."
"They said right now they can't prove and don't have
not enough information to call it a suicide. Also
because of all I've been through in the last twenty-
four hours they want the cases closed."
If they listed possible suicide on the reports that the
insurance company would hold up any insurance money
that was due me and drag out the claim process. They
felt I had been through enough.
I didn't care about money, I wanted my Chuck. I started
crying again and thank them for being so kind to me.
Becky came over that evening and we cried together and
started making plans for the funeral.
It's been three days now since all that took place. I
was at the funeral home greeting our friends and
relatives when a woman approached the closed casket. It
was Susan. I just stood there while she said a prayer
for Chuck. Then she came over to me.
She looked at my eyes and then slapped me across the
face saying, "You god damn lying bitch, I know my
husband never raped you. But now my family has to live
with the lies and insults for the rest of our lives.
You are nothing but a god damn slut; I don't know how
you can live with yourself after what you did." Then
she turned around and stormed out.
All my family and friends came running up to me and
said, "She didn't know what she was sayings. She just
lost her husband too." Everyone trying to console me.
Deep down I knew Susan was right.
It's now been three months since that horrible day. I
now relive it every night. So, to you woman out there
who thinks it's okay to fuck around on your man. Think
about it, is it worth it? What price are you willing to
pay if you get caught?
One last thing. Chuck said he had nothing to live for
before taking his own life. He was wrong. Becky was
coming over Sunday to surprise him and let him know he
was going to be a 'Grandpa'.
Not all stories have happy ending.
Remember 'For every action there is a reaction.'
Thanks for reading my story.
DG Hear
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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