"Yess!"
"Faster!"
"Harder!"
"Harder!"
"I will give you harder!" chap chap chap "I... will you give you... faster!" chap chap chap.
While the demanding female voice definitely belonged to my wife, I did not know who the loud male voice was, but he was surely fucking my wife. I was standing outside my bedroom, stunned by what I heard. The door was half open, thus the clear voices. I dared not look inside, to do that I had to stand in front of door, which I did not want to.
Instead of barging in and creating unwanted chao, I calmed myself down some. It was hard, harder than most things in life. I'd had a life though, so I able to calm myself and do the one rational thing that came to my mind. I went in to the garage at the back and got the one thing I hated and most and walked back slowly. What was the use of walking fast? They weren't expecting me till the evening, it was only the noon now.
By the time I was back to the bedroom door things had calmed, they were talking.
"I've had many, but you take the cup babe!" Proclaimed the loud male voice.
"You are no slouch either," admired my wife with a hint of smile in her voice. "But it would be better if you get dressed and leave now."
The male voice laughed. "Kickin' me out now that you've had your way with me?"
"Why risk it when there's good thing going?"
"Isn't your hubby supposed to come home only in the evening?" Asked he male voice. "Besides, even if he does come in now, I can take on your puny husband any time!"
Okay, that was challenge. I did not want to hear what my wife had to say, I barged in banging open the door. I stood blocking the entrance, not moving in.
To their credit, they jumped in reaction. My wife, who until that moment was lounging naked, pulled up the sheet to chest covering her nudity. I would've laughed at the absurdity had it not been for the guy who lay next to her.
I did not recognize him, but I recognized why he was confident about taking me on. Where I was average 5.9 foot with a decent build, He was at least 6-foot tall and packed bugling muscles, he could've been a bouncer. I saw the attraction as well, where I packed an average 5-inch cock, he was packing a python.
Of all the things I expected my wife to say, she said. "Your home! why are you home so early?"
I did not reply, stood impassively.
I must admit, she looked nervous, not scared though. She must be calculating how to take this forward at the back her head. The python did not cover up, he sat there weighing me in, with a hint of smirk.
"When did you come in?" I understood she was trying to gauge how much I had seen. Funny, she was in a bed with another man, both naked at that. Wasn't this enough?
I gave no reply once again.
Then came the funniest. "Listen, this... this is not what it looks like" At least she stammered.
Again, no reply from me.
The python took over. "You are the silent type, is it?"
No reply, only a curious-cool gaze
"Well, that's good cuz if you're gonna talk and piss me off, that would not be well for you."
I couldn't help it, I smirked.
That got him, he stood up from the bed. "What are you smirking at bitch boy?"
I chose not reply, but gave him a look that said. 'At you, dickhead!'
He understood immediately, and walked towards me with an angry look. "I am going to make you squeal bitch boy."
"Don't, Robby!" my wife cried out trying to catch his hand and failing.
He was about to come within an arm's length when I brought my right hand that I had been hiding behind my back. His face was mere inches from the gun I held in it when I fired.
My wife screamed the loudest I'd heard as the debris flew from the place above her head where the bullet had struck. I was not stupid, I had not shot the python, but the effect of the shot being fired mere inches from the face had the desired effect, he fell back closing his ears with a scream of his own.
I waited for the screams to end; I spoke for the first time since I barged in. "I came home because I had forgotten a document. I came in with enough time to spare. As for this not looking like what it is..." I looked from my wife's face to the gun to her face again.
The unusual calmness in my voice wasn't lost on me, nor her. She was shaken up, to my satisfaction.
I next addressed the python who was recovering from the shock. "I am not usually the silent type, but with you... I really do not have anything worthwhile to say. As for taking me on, I guess that depends on you being alive."
He gave no reply, only kept looking at me then at the gun, still a bit disoriented.
"You are not going to kill us, are you?" my wife asked, trying to look braver than she felt. "You can't, you are not a killer!"
I smirked. "Well, I too thought you were a faithful wife. But it turns out you cheating slut. If you can surprise me, I can surprise you very well, can't I?"
That shut her up
I decided to probe before doing anything further. "How long has this been going on?"
I saw a glimpse of hope in her eyes. "Today was the first time."
Wrong answer. I shot few inches below my first shot making debris fall on my once again, she screamed and cried out.
"I told you I had enough time; it means I have heard somethings that gave me an idea today was not the first." I pointed the gun at my now whimpering wife. "Correct answer, now!"
"It's been... a month, a month." She stammered.
"Who is he?"
She hesitated a bit before answering. "He is a bouncer in a club that the girls and I visit."
I was right. The girls were her friends, 4 girls, 5 including her.
"Do they know you are doing this?"
"They don't."
I took a chance and shot once again just beside my second shot. Debris flying. Screams. Crying. Whimpering.
I waited.
"They... do..." By now my wife was looking shabby.
The python had sat up. "Listen man, I-" That's all he got out before my fourth bullet found its way above his head spraying debris all over him. Both screamed this time, by now my wife was shaking badly and trying to control it.
"You can speak when I say so. If not, a bullet will find its way into your body." I pointed my gun at his cock, he hid it with his hands automatically.
I silently thanked my father for building this home at least a kilometer away from others. There was no one coming in response to my shots.
"Are you married?"
"No, I am not." He managed to croak.
"So, no wife or kids to support, you can die and no one will care?" I asked pointing the gun at him.
"I, I have my parents to take care of." I volunteered hurriedly.
"That's too bad. You should've thought of them before. It could be too late now.
"Listen man, please, I am sorry-"
"Sorry for what? Fucking my wife? Getting caught red-handed? Trying to maim me? Failing to maim me?" I let my anger show.
He kept silent, only shaking his head. My wife saw something in my face that shocked her, I knew what it was and knew it was going to get worse.
You see, I was the typical 'Yes dear' guy. Doormat some would say, there was a reason I was like that.
Bang! My fifth bullet got buried beside the fourth, starting a screaming session once again.
"When I ask you a question, you answer. Okay?" I said pointing the gun at the python.
He nodded his head, tears streaming down his dirt filled cheeks. "I am sorry I laid my eyes on wife, man. I ain't gonna do nothing, just let me go. Please..."
"Where did you bravado go, deepshit? Huh? Afraid of a little gun? Are you just a pussy fucker, huh?" I asked taunting him. It had the desired effect; anger rose in him but reason prevailed and he bowed his head.
"I'm beaten alright? Just let me go, I'll never see your wife again."
"I can't risk that. You are a wounded animal. You might decide to off me later and I might end up dead in an alley."
"No man, I swear." Looking at my wife who had stayed silent till now, he said, "Nothing ain't worth my life man."
"Do you want me to trust the word of a pussy hound? A deepshit who pursues and fucks married women?"
He looked up. "I didn't pursue her, she pursued me. I agreed only when she assured me we wouldn't be caught."
I smiled for the first time. He had answered one of my unspoken questions.
I pointed my gun at my wife. "Why?"
"I... I don't know why-" Bang! The sixth bullet found itself above her head.
Screams. Whimpers. But less duration than before. "The... girls. They kept teasing me about my lack of experience, it pushed me, I succumbed."
"None of them are married, but you are." I reasoned.
Fresh set of tears covered her dirty cheeks. She nodded. "They kept teasing me for settling down too soon. Said I should have had a taste of life..." She went back to whimpering.
That much was true. My wife and I had married out of college. We were each other's first. Her friends though never missed a chance to tease her about it. Verbally as well as flaunting their ever-changing boyfriends. When they teased me, I simply said I got everything I wanted and wished for no more. My tone told them their teasing was worthless. They never teased me again. But it had taken its toll on my wife I gathered. Yet, she was holding back something. I decided to peruse it later.
Something hit me at that point. "What were you going to do when the baby looked nothing like me?"
The whimpering stopped and shock came back in force on her face.
"I didn't see a condom." I turned to python. "Did you wear a condom?"
"No, couldn't get any for my size." He was telling the truth.
I turned to my wife. She did not answer for some time, then said. "I had gone on the pill before I started."
"Where are the pills?"
She looked at me with growing unease. "In my bag."
"Show me."
When she moved to take bag that was on the table, she still held the sheet to her chest.
"Drop the sheet." I commanded in a cold tone.
"Please..." She begged.
"The two men in this room have seen your body, one without the right to do so, but with your permission. Who are you holding up your dignity to?"
She flinched and dropped the sheet. While her beautiful body would have enticed any other time, it only disgusted me now. The fair skinned body was covered were red in parts especially around her breasts and ass.
"How were you going to explain this to me?" I asked pointing to the roughed-up skin. It then hit me, the last month or so, there had been periods of dry spell where she would avoid having sex citing reasons right from headache to whatnot. I wasn't pushy, and was trusting. I regretted both.
She had the decency to look ashamed having deduced what I thought. She got the tablet strip out of her bag and showed it to me. There were enough empty pockets to convince me that she wasn't going to get pregnant.
"How would you have explained STD?" I shot my next question.
Her head snapped so fast that I thought it would break.
I pointed at the python. "He isn't your faithful husband. Do you expect him to keep it in his pants when other bitches come calling?"
The look on python's face confirmed her fears.
"For all you know, you could've gotten AIDS from him and given it to me." I shouted aloud. "And you would've done what? Blamed me!"
The python interfered. "Look man, I ain't never felt sick or anything."
I turned him. "What is your education?" I sneered.
The anger surged. "Highshcool."
"Thought so." I belittled him, a plan forming in my head. "I bet you don't even know the abbreviation of AIDS"
"It acts up in different people differently. You may have it and not know it for years. For others, it might act up in months." I raged. "OfCourse, I can't hold it against you, you are disease yourself!"
My wife put her head down and sobbed openly. Python looked like he wanted to hit me.
"So, you doomed our fate for a taste of this disease?" I spat at my wife. "Hope you had enough taste because you might be bed ridden by this time next year. I hope the memories of your side fucks would give you comfort when you wait to die."
"Please stop!" She wailed.
"You should've been the one to stop, now that we may be disease ridden you want me to stop talking about it?" I spat.
Silence prevailed for some time before I said, "You are right. You both aren't worth my bullets. You can die on your own." Saying this I removed the cartridge of the gun while looking at the python from the corner of my eye.
As expected, he lunged at me. I, though, ducked and rolled on to his legs taking him by surprise. He tumbled down and landed face forward. I was upon a knee in a jiffy, the next instant I caught hold of his right leg and twisted it till I heard a sickening crack of the knee. My left hand got the brass knuckles I had hidden from my pant pocket in a smooth practiced motion.
He howled in pain, before he could roll over, I lunged forward and smashed his head onto the floor heavily. He slowed down with pained cry. Next, I landed punches on his knuckles and fingers breaking them in the process, one hand after the other. Satisfied with the amount of shivering and shouts, I got up.
My wife had frozen on spot. She had never seen me so much as shout since the time she knew me, and now this. The thing is I had had difficult childhood, my mom left my dad and I in the middle of the night for the illicit lover. We never heard from her again, but the bullies in the school made it their business to remind about it at every chance they got, physically, and verbally. Ours being a small town, the gossip spread like fire and fueled the bullies. When I could take it no more, I fought back and failed. I failed a lot, each failure taught me lessons I craved. The physical pain was a lot better than mental one. After some time, the pain became a booster and I got better and creative, the bullies started visiting hospitals. It got a stage where one of my bullies' fathers had to be hospitalized after he confronted me on my way home. I kept up a stream of verbal assault till he hit me for all to see, I anted up and he hit me some more. That's when I hit back. Since I got hit multiple times before I hit back and I was minor, it was filed under self-defense.
My dad smartened up and put me on therapy. It helped, a lot. The Psychiatrist was good. And the incident with the father sent across a clear-cut message. The bullies left me alone, heck they avoided me like a plague. I became a non-violent being, not stupid though. I kept up my practice in private, you can be never too careful when you have angered more than one bully. I was glad about my decision now. I met my wife during the first of my college and proposed to her in some months, she accepted and we were a couple ever since. So, there was no reason for her to suspect my violence. My wife had the habit of always getting what she wanted, though she started out as a sweet girl, In the later years she would get pissed off even if she got a hint of refusal. I never refused her anything. Thus, I became a doormat in her eyes.
Back to the present. I rolled him over and looked up at my wife. "You might want to turn around; this is about to get ugly. If you try to run though you may end up like him."
When she was still frozen, I got down to business. I caught his good leg and twisted them till heard a snap again. It was a wonder he screams did not cross kilometers. Next, I knelt down and started punching his legs and moved my way up. I left his privates and face alone. I wanted him in pain, not dead. Every time he fainted, I revived him with a few slaps.
It took me 15 minutes to complete what started, slipping the brass knuckles back into my pocket I admired my handiwork. I was proud of the fact that there was not much blood. Broken bones were many and there were very few muscles in his body that were not bulging disproportionately. For a good measure I gave special attention to his biceps. He was out but breathing.
My wife had stood like a statue for all the time I had done my job. Her face was the most afraid I had ever seen. Deciding to have some fun, I shouted at top of my voice suddenly breaking her out of the trance, but pissed herself though.
The next part of my plan was the most sadistic though.
"Now I want you come here and lie beside him." when her eyes went wide, I said. "I promise not to lay a finger on you if you do what I say."
She moved like a zombie and lay beside him. I took her phone and handed It to her. "Take a selfie."
"What!"
"Take. A. Selfie."
"What kind of sick psycho are you?" she wailed.
"The kind that keeps its promise." I said coldly. "Now, the selfie."
She took it, her hands trembled. I made her do it again till there was a clear shot.
"You can get up but don't clean up."
She got and went sit on the best. "What are going to do? He might die."
"Nope, He is will live. You see he is in so much pain that his body has withdrawn in to the mind. In other words, he fainted"
I dialed a number on my phone. "I got an emergency at home; I need you to come and bring an ambulance with you. Oh, and bring a female officer, my wife was raped."
When I turned to look at my wife, she was shaking in a combination of fear and disgust. "You could've killed me... please kill me... anything but this!"
I went and sat beside her, she moved away. I forcedly my arms around her shoulder, she looked away.
"Look at me."
Her whole body shook before I faced me.
"How else would have me handle this?"
"We... You... I..." She shook her head in frustration.
"Exactly. He needs medical attention if he has any chance to fully function ever again. If I take him to the hospital and tell them the truth, I will not go to jail because this is self-defense. But you, you will be the town's two-bit whore."
She flinched, I smiled. "If we say you were raped and I defended your honor, everyone will pity you but not think of you as a slut. Or better yet, if we kill him there won't be any need for the hospital. The court will take up such cases under privacy. What do you say? Shall we kill him?" I asked pulling out the gun from my pocket.
She stared at me in horror. "You're serious?"
"What? Don't tell me you love him!"
"No, But You can't kill him! That's, That's inhuman!"
"I made a promise and I keeping it."
"What promise are you talking about?"
"My promise to uphold your honor, the one I made in our marriage. Just because you broke your promise of not spreading your legs to others does it mean that I should break my promise? Never! I shall kill to save your honor!" I pointed the gun at the motionless python.
It was a full minute before she answered. "You can say I was raped."
"tsk tsk tsk. Look at him, he can't be older than us. A bachelor with parents to care for, he might not be able to walk again or if it's worse he might not be able to use his hands if the nerves are damaged. All because you wanted a different taste." I sighed
"How could you be like this?" she asked through clenched teeth.
I then told her my story from my school days. "So, you see, my life has come a full circle. I suffered because of my mom's cheating. Or would you have wanted me to be the sweet husband you knew and get beaten up by him? Because make no mistake he was lunging for me."
She was silent.
"I want an answer, a straight one."
She started shaking. "No, I started to stop him when you shot. So, I would not have wanted you beaten up."
She did tell the truth, I was observing her out the corner of my eyes, she did start.
Just then the w heard the sirens. I walked over to the closet, got a bathrobe and gave it to her, which she wore immediately.
The first person to rush in was inspector Ravi, my oldest friend. Taking a quick assessment of the situation he asked me, "Is he going to live?"
"He should."
Turning back, he hollered and a two paramedic came in and the female officer came in. He pointed at the motionless body of the python.
The paramedics did some basic tests and announced that he should be taken to hospital immediately, which they did
Once they'd left, looking around his eyes locked on to the bullet holes. "Are those bullet holes? What happened?"
"I'd come home to get some documents. There was a strange bike in the front, when I got in, I heard her screams. Not knowing how many were there, I took my gun and charged in to find him finished with her. I tried to shoot him in rage, but the bastard kept ducking. He charged at me and I attacked rest is a blur. I mean I remember hitting him, hitting hard... I just wish I had come sooner" I shook my head as if I was weary.
"When was you last counselling session?" Yes, being the oldest friend, he knew all about me. But my wife seemed surprised that he knew.
"You know it was during the last year of high school."
"I had to ask; you've done a number on him." Turning to face my wife he said. "I can't say how bad I feel for you, I know how traumatic it must be but we have a few questions to ask."
My wife nodded without facing him.
"When did he get in what happened?"
"He... he... got in sometime late morning. He threatened me... he forced me... I... I..." She wasn't acting, just looking at my slightly manic expression.
"If you are not comfortable telling you can have a private conversation with Officer Rita here."
I slightly shook my head unnoticed except by my wife. She repeated the same.
"Okay. Are you going to press charges?"
"That depends on my wife." I said looking at her expectantly.
She struggled for words, I put an arm around her making her flinch.
"I know her better than anyone, she'd want to all of this behind her and move on, isn't that so dear?"
She nodded looking at the other side.
For the first time Rita spoke. "Listen, if you let him go unpunished, he and the likes of him will only be braver to do such things in future."
"I don't think he will even be able to jack off for some time to come officer, much less force a woman. As ravi here said I did a number on him." I said casually.
"Who was he? Did you know him?" Ravi asked.
"He is a bouncer in one of the clubs that my wife and her friends visited." I replied. "He must have followed and known this was the easiest place to attack."
"I'm sure you'd need medical attention." Rita offered soothingly.
"That she does." I agreed. "Is there any way this guy can press charges on me?"
"No way, first this is your home and he has raped your wife, this is self-defense." he paused for a minute before asking her, "Did, he cum inside you?"
My wife nodded looking away.
"Then the guy is good as dead, we'll have it collected and processed. If in the unlikeliest possibility he does something stupid like what you said, it will seal the deal."
We left for the hospital. On the way I informed my office that I had a personal exigency and would not be available for some days. The ride was entirely silent. The process in the hospital took two hours, the process of testing for STDs was automatic, it gave me relief. The ride back was silent as well.
When we reached home, my wife went into the bathroom and did not come out for an hour. When she did, she dressed comfy and started out the door when I stopped her. "Where are you going?"
"I want time alone; I am going to the guest bedroom."
"I suggest you don't call any of your friends in this time, if you do and tell them the truth there might be confusions since the police is involved now."
"I just need time by myself."
"Okay."
She left with that. I was thankful for the solitude as I had my own thinking to do. Though I portrayed to be a guy in control of what was happening, I was barely that. My childhood violence, my ability to hurt others sadistically had made me delusional. I understood this only when I went into counselling. The psychiatrist, bless him, made me understand all it took was one slip in a violent situation to go wrong me to fall, I understood the reality. More than that, he made me understand that violence should always be the last choice and should be used sparingly when in utmost need. E.g. You rescue a girl about to be raped, you may be forced to violence, but it should be used only till the attacker was disabled, not dead.
He made me understand that violence can be a dangerous addiction that could consume me and put others around me in danger. Once I got this through my thick head, I avoided being violent. Then there was today. I could have left guy alone I had broken his leg; he had lost the fight. But no, I had made an example out of him. All for what? This was not school where when I made an example out of one bully the other kept distance in fear.
One could argue that my wife needed to learn a lesson, maybe she had. That being said, my actions this afternoon from the noon had rattled me. I had made myself a name as a warm guy in my circle, did I want become a violence-junky? No, thank you! I had to start again, maybe I should visit my counsellor once again.
These were my thoughts when it was close to six pm and she came back our bedroom. By this time, I had cleaned up the place as much as I could but the bullet holes would require patch up work.
She stood at the entrance without coming in. "You can come in you know; I am not going to bite you."
"I don't know what you are capable of anymore."
I looked up from my laptop. "I can say the same thing."
She looked away hurt, that gave me satisfaction.
A thought came to me and I laughed, that got her attention.
"Usually, the aggrieved party tells the cheater 'You brought this upon yourself', here though its literally true. Think about it, my violent past was just that - past. To be frank I knew I was being too compliant with you. If you did not have an affair this whole thing would not have happened."
She hugged herself as I spoke, and responded to my surprise. "You are right, I brought this upon myself. Is there... is there a chance for us?"
I had to laugh at that, unsettling her. "After all you've seen me do you still want an us?"
She sighed. "Yes, as you said, I had no inkling what you were capable of and it would've stayed that way if not for me."
"My answer is No." I said bluntly, making her pause. "I don't have any interest in staying married to a selfish, cunning, contemptuous and ignorant bitch."
He eyes widened in response to my words. "How could you say that! I am not saying what I did was right, but that, I don't deserve!" She tried to muster up all the dignity she could, it was pathetically funny.
I laughed mirthlessly. "When you decided to and had an affair -- what is that if not selfishness? When you went on the pill and did not have sex with me on those days to avoid letting me in to your loose cunt - what is that if not cunningness? From the time I came in till now -- You have been worried only about you and you've done that unconsciously -- you've not given a conscious thought to anything else. - what is that if not you being a selfishness, contemptuous, and ignorant, bitch?"
Fresh set of tears had started falling as I spoke, but she controlled herself from sobbing. "Okay... okay I deserve all that, I slipped. I've been a bitch, call me worse... I will change-"
"Stop it right there! You are still in damage control mode. You need to leave."
"No! We have to talk anyways, why not now? I admitted to my mistake-"
"You are only parroting what I say, you haven't had an original thought. You know why? It because you are afraid to bare yourself. You do not want to save this marriage; you only want to save yourself."
She was silent for some time, her eyes wavering for answers.
"Okay, I am officially adding dumb to the list of your attributes."
She gave me scathing look but kept silent.
I knew this was going to go nowhere. Years of having her way with no repercussion had deprived of the ability to introspect. I decided to finish it.
"Okay, I am going to ask some questions and you are going to give me honest answers. If you lie, end of conversation."
She nodded, apprehensively.
"Imagine our positions reversed, you come home to find me fucking a voluptuous hottie. I ask you why you are home when you confront us. Now tell me how you'd feel?"
She visibly swallowed. "I... I..."
"Be honest." I gritted my teeth.
"I would think you had no respect for me."
"Next, I ask you when you came in, what'd you feel then?"
Her breathing increased. "I would think you hold me in contempt."
"Very good, you're making progress. Finally, I tell you 'This is not what It looks like'."
She shook her head as if to make my words go away. "I... I... God, I don't know what to say."
"Okay, fair enough for a dumb bitch. Let me ask you this, all these questions done with, what's the minimum thing you'd expect from me?"
Her hand went to her mouth, she sobbed for a minute before saying, "I'm... sorry." She continued to sob for another couple of minutes. I felt no triumph.
She slowly walked and sat at my feet, catching hold of them, she said, "I am so sorry, I made a terrible mistake. Please forgive me. I let my friend's words get to my head. I will make it up to you, please."
"It won't work even then, even if you keep up all you said." I said without pausing to think.
She frowned. "Why not?"
I scoffed. "Where did your brains go? Huh?" She jumped, I continued. "Did you enjoy fucking him?"
The fear came back in her face, she kept silent.
"Answer me! And be honest about it!" I growled.
"I... I... did."
"Was he better than me? Did you do suck him off?"
Her fingers around my feet shook. "He... I..."
"So, he was better than me. It'd only be a matter of time before you'd crave that, since I am not built like him, I cannot give you what you got from him. In all years of our marriage, you never sucked me off, you did it for him because you got something that you couldn't get from me. Now tell me how would you handle this? And imagine how inadequate that makes me feel If I am going to stay married to you!"
She bent forwards placing her face on my feet, crying. I was getting tired of this.
"Crying is not going to save your marriage. You either talk or get out of here. Don't waste my time."
She did not respond, only continued to cry.
"I am not being cruel, I am only stating facts, either talk or get out. This crying is only cementing your selfishness. If you are really sorry use your brains."
She sat up and wiped away her tears. "I am sorry, I just felt like I had not hope, I did not know what to do, I felt my head close in-"
"Welcome to my world. Those and more are what I felt when I found you fucking this afternoon" That shut her up. "I have not heard a 'we' here, and you say you want to save this marriage, which constitutes of two people, which should be we, where is the we?"
"What if we got to counselling?" She asked hopefully.
"Counselling is not going to give me a bigger cock, neither is it going help me grow six feet tall. Both of which are the differentiating factors."
"When I began an affair, I did not want a bigger cock I just wanted a different cock. I wanted to see if there was a difference like my friends said."
"Are you saying that a bigger cock was not better than my average one?"
"I do not love him, I love you."
I sighed. "Do you know what love is? Its thinking of your loved ones before you think about yourself. Now where is your love for me in this affair? and how is your love going to make my cock grow?"
She looked in all possible directions before looking at me. "I felt like I was inadequate, for me. You. Us."
She paused; I did not utter one word because this was the first original word coming from her since this noon.
She continued. "Every time I got together with my friends the conversation would always steer towards sex. How they did something new with their then current boyfriends, the accumulation of this over time made me feel severely inexperienced. I felt that by the time they were married they'd have some much experience that their marriage sex life would be a riot. It didn't help that though our sex life was, is good we did not experiment much. Yes, I could have come to you, should have come to you but, you always treat me with such care that I felt we would never be able to achieve that carefree sex. Learning from experiencing. Not thinking about giving or taking but doing what comes to mind. I knew you'd never do that, so... the affair."
I sat there stunned. Women have the ability to mix up two unrelated things and make it look they always belonged together but this was another level.
I had to ask. "You actually believe what you said?"
Her face expression told me she did, absolutely.
"Let me get this straight. You're saying this affair was a crash course? Crash course to spice up our marital sex life?"
She simply nodded, maybe with a glimmer of hope that I'd understand her reasoning. Her logic was crap, yet I wanted to see how deep it was. I was disgruntled from what I did earlier. I
"How long were you planning to have this so-called sex course?
She looked down and rubbed her hands together before answering. "I hadn't figured that out..."
I rubbed my temples. "If this affair was about you learning to spice up our sex lives how come the sex became less in the last month?"
She faltered. "I didn't expect Robby to be so big. Every time I was with him, I was afraid you'd find out since I felt I had loosened up. Thus, I avoided sex with you once I'd been with him."
She was smartening up, at least on sentence formation level. She avoided the word sex with him. Like that could cover up the disaster!
I shook my head in weariness created by her convoluted logic. "I can't device if you are just dumb or insane or both."
She seemed to be taken aback, but wisely kept silent.
"Let's say your learning experience went on for six months to one year, or more how did you figure I was going to take it you refusing sex with me for extended periods of time?"
Her breathing increased, showing desperation. "But you have never pushed me for sex before. Remember the time I had periods for a month and you were so supportive of me."
I blew out my breath in exasperation. "You were going to misuse my care for you against me!"
She quickly looked away, and stayed silent.
"You do know that your vagina would have become permanently loose after long exposure to python, right? How were you going to explain that?"
"I... I... was... I... don't, not..." she trailed off looking away.
"You were enjoying it too much to think about how it would affect life." I sighed. "Your attempt at reconciliation is only making you dig yourself a deeper grave."
"I can see that." She muttered.
"Going back to my original word, I am sure you'll not be satisfied with me anymore."
"Why do you keep saying that!"
"When was the last time you rode an auto or a bus or a train for that matter? When was the last time you bought anything that was not branded?"
The thing is my wife came from a proper middle-class family. No vehicle of her own, always having to ride with the general public. Every item bought, was bought only when it was within budget. That was all before our marriage. Once married, she quickly adapted to luxurious lifestyle and never looked back.
"Your equipment is not subpar!" She declared with sudden unbelievable conviction. "Yes, I did enjoy my time with him, but he and I had nothing is common, there was no love lost. He was a bit too egoistical-"
"Like you?" I shot back cutting her off.
"What!"
"Like how you interrogated me when I caught you fucking this afternoon?"
"I was desperate, I still am." She admitted running her finger through her hair. "What I am trying to say here is, I am not a size queen. Though I did enjoy what he had, I would not need that to be staple. My staple is love, which only you can do for me."
I had to chuckle she made it sound believable. "So, you want my love, not my money?"
She looked hurt, instantly. "How could you even doubt that!"
That made me laugh, causing her hurt to increase. "Bitch, I have every right to question anything about you, your thoughts, your actions, your inactions. You planned birth control behind my back and had bareback sex with the possibility of exposing us to STD. This goes on show that you are devious and stupid at the same time. If you even succeed in convincing me to let you stay married to me, it will be years before I would be able to trust anything you say. Maybe never. Could you live like that?"
"I will earn your trust back!" She declared with pained determination.
"How do you plan to do that?" I asked wanting to know what kind of muddled Idea she was going to put forth.
"Simply by being amenable to any and all doubts you may have. Every hour of my life will be accounted for henceforth." She said with stronger determination.
I shook my head is weariness. "A marriage is not an office where you double check everything in the name of quality control, a marriage should be based on unconditional love and implicit trust. If I am going to doubt everything you do, I will be miserable. Imagine I am sitting in an important meeting which I cannot get out of and I start having doubts about what you are doing right at the moment? I can't handle it an hour, in your case it might be years before I stop thinking that way, by which time I will be a basket case! Is that what you want?"
Just as I thought I'd thrown her off loop, she gave me a counter proposal I didn't expect. "What if I brought my mother to live with me? I will no longer go out with my friends and if I do go out it will be with either you or her. That way you can rest easy knowing I have someone to watch over me, account for my time without you needing to check up on me every hour." This was the side of her, I let it rule me since our marriage. The side which could win any argument. Its appearance angered me.
Her mother was widow who lived with her son and his wife and their kids. A sweet lady, she has stayed with many times, but never for an extended period time.
"I need a wife, not a criminal with a probation anklet." I said coldly, eliciting a hurt look, which satisfied me. "Look, I have not been happy for some time now owing to your entitled bitch attitude, I convinced myself I was at fault until today. I no longer need a cheating slut to rail road over me anymore."
"I will no longer be a cheating slut, neither will I take anything for granted. I will be the wife I was supposed to be, the wife you deserve. I will make it up to you." She vowed with all the earnestness she could muster.
There is it again -- Making it up to me. "And how do you plan on making it up to me?"
"I just told you, I will be the wife-" She started again only to be stopped by me.
"Those actions are correcting your own deficiencies, you becoming a decent human being. Granted, it will be better for me if do, but how will it give me back all the time I had lost to your selfishness?"
She stared at me, like she was wondering why I was smashing her attempts. Still, she persisted. "I know I can't. But I will be the best version of myself that you will forget a worst version of me ever existed."
"Easier said than done. Just now, how many times did I have to point out the errors in your thought? I no longer have the patience to do that. Hell, why should I do that?" I threw at her.
"Because you still love me. If not for that you will not have help me see my errors. If you had hated me, I would have joined robby in the hospital, or worse I would be in the morgue." She said almost calmly.
I scoffed. "There may be a bit of love in me for you, but we are having this conversation only to satisfy my curiosity. I may be a monster, but I attacked robby only because he attacked me. If he hadn't, he'd not have a scratch on him now."
She scoffed in turn. "He attacked you only because you wanted him to, you'd planned the end result. What sane man would goad a giant, taunt him while holding him and gun point and then lower the gun when the giant had had enough?" She shook her head with giving me a weak smile. "Robby fell in to your trap, and so did I. For the rest of our lives, he will be my rapist and I would be a rape victim."
So, she saw right through my plan? Good for her! That'll let know not to cross me. I shrugged. "You are yet to convince me how you will make it up to me. What can you give me that I do not have?"
She looked straight at me. "What? You want to get even? Fuck one or more of my friends may be?"
"Fuck them up more like for ruining my marriage." I said causally, while giving a slight manic grin.
The reaction was instant, the fear in her was absolute. "Please don't do anything rash. Leave them out of this, please."
I nodded sadly. "If only you had worried about my welfare like you do for your friends."
Her lips trembled. "I do, I do care for you, a lot."
"Prove it. Now." I said, getting fed-up with her. "Don't ask me how. I didn't tell you how to an affair, yet you had one. If you do really care for me, you should be able to figure out something without my guidance. If you can't do that, get out of here.
It was but a second later she sprang up and moved out of the room. I was sad to see her go but I knew it was inevitable. She returned a minute later, surprising me. She held a long pair of scissors. She took purse and emptied its contents on the bed. Snatching the credit cards and debit cards out of them, she cut them up one by one. They were her pride and joy! I still remember the day when she showed her friends the platinum cards, making them jealous for once.
Once done with that she took her phone and made a call. "Hello. Hi ma, how are you?"
"..."
"I am good ma. I need a Favour."
"..."
"I want you to come live with us for some time."
"..."
"Who doesn't have problems, nothing unsolvable if you make effort. I don't want to bore you with the details, I will solve it myself but I need you with me here if I am going to solve it."
"..."
"I don't know how long, ma. I will speak to brother and let him know I want you here. I will also let you know when I want you here later."
"..."
"What? No, I am not pregnant."
"..."
"Listen, you need to trust me on this one."
"..."
"Thanks ma, I know I could trust you to have my back."
"..."
"Bye, love you too."
Once the call was over, she made a call again. "Hey, hi riya."
"..."
"I just wanted to let you know that I don't want see or hear from any of our gang anymore. You can tell the others."
"..."
"No, this isn't a prank. I am dead serious."
"..."
"More like my madness ends today."
"..."
"Life happened, okay! I want to get my shift together and I want to do it by myself."
"..."
"No, he did not force me to do this. I all my own doing."
"..."
"Yes, I do know what I am doing. Now bye."
She cut the call. She and her gang have been together from kindergarten, that must have been tough, if she was to follow through, I grudgingly accepted.
She looked me. "I no more have any means for money other than the cash you may give me, no more entitled bitch. My mom will be here once I let her know, no more 'free to do whatever bitch'. No more friends, no one to show off to other than you. Do you trust me now, that you are the only one I care about?"
I shook my head and chuckled. "This could all very well be temporary arrangement for all I know."
She looked livid for a second but before she could say anything I continued. "But I am willing to give you a probation."
Her shoulders eased. "That's all I ask for."
Epilog -
Her friends came to our home that night, but she wouldn't let them in. That night she woke up screaming to a nightmare. I knew it would happen; she was reliving that afternoon when I beat-up the python. I had to rush from my bedroom to the guestroom where she was sleeping, had to hold her to calm her down. It would be quite some time when she would cease to have these nightmares. She never said a word about them once she would sober up after waking up.
The next day her mom came to live with us, to her credit she never asked me what happened, but continued to be the same sweet lady as always. When her friends approached me the next day, I told them that I didn't force her to do anything. It took me some time but they left me alone when I kept repeating the same tune. The STD test came back negative, giving relief to both of us. The police treated the case with utmost secrecy, it never came out in papers.
We did go to counselling; it was the same counsellor that helped me with my violence issues. I trusted no one else. I was expecting it to be hard, it was harder. Though the main issue was her insecurity about her sexiness, we also had to figure out a way for me to communicate without being suspicious or judgmental. Though she did her best to be transparent, going beyond anything I would have expected, I still had trouble trusting her. She never once complained, always had an understand smile.
It helped that her mother was with us. My wife was right when she had said my mind would be at ease. Neither Could I fly off the handle as I liked. I had to follow the Counseller's advice of deep breaths when I got angry at her. When her mother missed seeing her grandson my wife accompanied her to her brother's home. The visit was always a day's worth only, they made sure to come back by night.
It was close to 3 months before we could sleep in the same bed and 6 months for us to have sex. When we did, I became enraged and kept slamming into her, and spanking her hard. I was so harsh; it could be termed abusive. She cried herself to sleep, neither did I apologize nor did I hold her. The next morning, I saw her undress, the botches were much worse than what I had seen on the fateful day. If her mother saw her move around or sit uncomfortably, she never made a mention, at least not to me. That night my wife surprised me by initiating sex by fishing out my cock and sucking it lovingly.
"Aren't you afraid of last night's repetition?" I asked surprised by her actions.
She smiled sweetly. "If it helps you vent your anger, I welcome it for the rest of my life." She went back to sucking my cock with a vigor We made love like never before. I never got angry again, during sex. That night also reopened my trust in her. That was also the day I had her delete the cruel selfie, which until then had been a painful reminder of what had brought us to that level.
It was like she had almost become a hermit overnight. It would be close to a year, her birthday when I would realize that she hadn't gotten a new dress or any accessory for that matter. Also, her expenditure dropped close to zero, other than buying what was necessary. During the counselling sessions the psychiatrist explained that her act of cutting up the credit cards and severing her friendship had a cathartic effect on her. Essentially riding herself of all distractions from her life. The act of bringing her mother to live with us had the effect of mindfulness. It took us some years but we made it through, and I had to admit it was mainly because My wife wanted it. It was like she never thought about herself after that fateful day.
The python, yeah, the python. He had to be in the hospital for 4 months before he was able to walk and do his stuff on his own. Even then it was troublesome. He had trouble getting a job what with all the injuries and the resulting difficulties in getting a work done. The last I heard he was a dishwasher.
I was at my office, working on a proposal when I received the message that took my life to the next level.
It read - "I'm pregnant."
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