3 comments/ 24350 views/ 7 favorites The "Wrong" Man By: sexygirl76 Michelle Foster sat in the back of the limo happier then she had ever been. She had spent the whole 25 years of her life despairing about ever getting married. Yet, today was her wedding day. Michelle never considered herself attractive. Besides being too tall, (she topped out at 6' even on her 18th birthday), she was full figured with huge tits. Add that to her plain brown hair and blue eyes. Not every man's dream. She lost her virginity five years ago to an old man she paid $50.00 to fuck her. Not exactly a self esteem riser. Michelle met Robert Foster 2 years ago at an office Christmas party. He is the CEO's nephew who was spending the holidays with his parents. As soon as he walked in the door, her body went into overdrive. The man was gorgeous. At least 2 inches taller then her and built like a linebacker for the 49ers. His blow away hair is a couple shades lighter then her own and his brown eyes would sparkle when he smiled. She was standing with a coworker talking when her boss brought Robert to meet her. She flushed as his eyes moved down her body then gasped when she was suddenly locked in his arms with his mouth on hers. He didn't apologize for the kiss afterwards, just put his arm around her waist, holding her close. They left the party early, spending the next 24 hours in his hotel rooms king sized bed, fucking each others brains out. 6 months later he moved in with her and a year later he proposed. Now she was Mrs. Robert Foster. Michelle was brought out of her memories by Robert shoving his hand roughly down the front of her dress, almost ripping the material as he slobbered on her cheek. "I wuv you baby." He slurred as he groped at her. Robert had been drinking steadily through the reception and it showed in his actions. He was roaring ass drunk. He squeezed her nipple a bit to enthusiastically making her cry out in pain. When he locked his mouth on hers, kissing her hard, she tried not to gag at the whiskey smell on his breath. Finally he pulled away, shoving her head roughly down into his crotch. "Suck daddy's cock baby." He growled as his head lolled against the backseat, his eyes barely open slits. He held her tight against his crotch as she pushed against his legs. "Easy tiger save it for the honeymoon." A soft voice said as a hand pulled Robert's from her hair and helped her to sit up. The man was still holding onto Robert's hand as Robert smiled drunkenly. "I got married today Brad. I'm in love with my wife." When he made to grab Michelle again, she shrunk back while Brad pulled his arms away from her. "Yes Robert, we know." Michelle licked at her bruised lip as she looked at the third occupant of the car. Brad Jones was 33 and had been Robert's best friend since college. He was Robert's height but his build was slimmer. Michelle thought he was attractive in his own way. His dark brown hair was almost black; his green eyes sparkled in amusement as he looked at Robert. Michelle had known Brad for a little over a year. Even though they got along pretty well, she still considered him a mystery. She had never seen him with another woman and he had no interest in any of her friends. When Michelle mentioned to Robert one night that she thought Brad might be gay, he laughed so hard he fell of the bed. Now Michelle watched Brad as he kept Robert's roaming hands to himself. "Thank you." She said softly lowering her eyes while fixing the bodice of her wedding gown. Brad just smiled at her. "You're welcome." Michelle looked at her new husband, then gasped in shock as he suddenly rested his head against the back of the seat and began to snore. "Well that's just great." She grumbled shaking Robert hard. He just continued to snore. She looked at Brad who looked at Robert in disgust. "It's my wedding night, I haven't been fucked in two days and my husband is passed out in the back of the limo." Brad was about to say something when the limo pulled up in front of the hotel. The doorman helped Michelle from the car then when Brad promised to pay him, helped him carry Robert up to the suite. The two men dropped him on the couch in the sitting room when Michelle flat out refused to have him in her bed. Brad stood by the couch watching Robert as Michelle stomped into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. His cock was throbbing almost painfully in the pants of his tux but he just ignored it. Brad had had the hots for Michelle since he met her a year ago. But she was his best friend's girlfriend so he left her alone. Now he stood there looking at Robert snoring with his arm hanging off the couch towards the floor. Brad had been cleaning up Robert's messes since their freshman year in college. As he looked at his friend passed out drunk, he knew the groom wouldn't be doing his new bride any good tonight. He slipped out of his tux jacket, laying it over Robert, and then walked towards the bedroom door. This was one mess he was dying to clean up. He knocked gently on the bedroom door as he slowly opened it. "Michelle?" he called softly as he stepped into the room. Michelle was sitting on the edge of the bed in just her shift. Her dress was in a pile on the floor at her feet. She had pulled the pins from her hair so it lay in waves around her shaking shoulders as she cried into her hands. Brad closed the door silently then walked over to her, sitting down on the bed, he gathered her into his arms. "It's okay baby." He murmured kissing the top of her head. Michelle wrapped her arms around his back as she buried her face in his chest. "This is supposed to be the happiest night of my life and it has turned into my worst nightmare." She sobbed. "I know...I know..." He comforted as he ran his hands up and down over her back. She pressed herself closer to him as she cried, forcing him to suppress a moan when her hand brushed over his hard cock. He knew that Robert would kill him if he ever found out what Brad planned to do. One rule they always had was you didn't mess with each others women. But Robert was passed out cold and would probably be out until morning at least with as much as he had drunk. Michelle was alone on her wedding night and to Brad's thinking that was just wrong. Her sobs lessened until she finally pulled away. "I'm sorry." She cried when he handed her his handkerchief. She blew her nose then wiped her eyes, balling the material up in her hand. "It's okay baby." Brad said turning her face to his. He looked into her eyes, and then slowly lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, almost tender. Michelle's eyes widened at the touch of his lips, and then slowly lowered as she melted against him. She let him kiss her for a minute then quickly pulled away. This man wasn't her husband. This was the wrong man and he shouldn't be kissing her. "No...We can't ...I mean...You're Robert's best friend and I'm his wife." Brad looked deeply into her eyes as he cupped her cheek. "Robert is passed out cold Michelle." She put her hand over his but didn't pull it away. "I know but..." Her words were cut off as he kissed her again, this time harder, deeper. When his tongue probed at her lips, she slowly opened them sighing when his tongue swept into her mouth. She didn't resist when he pushed her back on the bed or when he covered her body with his own as he continued to kiss her. Michelle tried to resist, telling herself that this was wrong, but when his hand cupped her breast she moaned. "No one should be alone on their wedding night love." He said softly then lowered his head, taking her nipple into his mouth through the material. He sucked gently at her breast making her moan as she ran her fingers though his hair. She closed her eyes as he continued to suck on her breast through the material of her shift. When he suddenly lowered her bodice so her breasts were open to his gaze, she gasped. "Brad...no..." She said trying to cover herself. He looked at her with passion filled eyes then brought his lips to hers again. Kissing her hard. He pulled her arms to her side gently. He moved his hand back up over her breast, squeezing it gently while he caressed her nipple with his thumb. She moaned against his mouth pressing herself closer to him as her hands moved up around his neck. He slowly lifted his mouth from hers, looking into her eyes as he continued to caress her. "Robert can't do you any good tonight baby. His is out cold. I'm here though. I have wanted you for so long. Please, just let me have one taste of you. Then you can go back to your husband. Just let me have one night with the woman I have hungered for, for over a year." Her eyes met his in surprise even as she lifted her breast closer to his caressing hand. "You have wanted me for over a year?" He moved his mouth to her breast, licking the nipple then looked into her eyes again. "I have dreamed of this for so many nights. Ever since the first day I met you I wanted you in my bed." He licked her nipple again, feeling her shiver. Then he took the small bud between his lips, sucking gently. "Oh..." She moaned quietly as she closed her eyes. She knew she should stop this before it went too far. She was a married woman. But his mouth felt so good against her skin and she was so horny. Her panties were soaked with her juices. When he sucked harder at her nipple, running his tongue over it, she cried out then clung to his head, holding him tightly against her. "Oh yes. That feels so good, don't stop." She begged. Brad groaned against her breast as he felt her give in to him. He knew from talking to some of Robert's leftovers that he was a good lover, but Brad knew he was to and he planned to show Michelle that she could get just as much passion from him as he she could get from the man passed out in the other room. He kept his mouth on her breast, feeling her pressing tightly against him as he ran his hand over her stomach, heading for the treasure between her legs. When he cupped her pussy, she spread her legs wide, giving him complete access to her body. He moaned again when he felt how wet her panties were. She was hot; he knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. He ran his hand up over the waistband of her panties then slid his hand inside. He brushed over her curls, sliding lower until he felt her pussy throbbing under his hand. "Oh Brad, touch me." She cried softly lifting her hips against him. He sucked harder at her breast as he let his finger brush lightly against her clit. She whimpered in need at his touch. He took his mouth from her breast, kissing his way down her body as he lifted her slip up until she could pull it over her head and throw it on the floor. She lay back on the pillow looking at him with desire filled eyes. He kissed her stomach then continued on his journey to the treasure he knew she had waiting for him. He didn't bother to pull her panties down; instead he just pushed the crotch to the side then drove his head between her legs. "Oh god, Eat me." She whimpered grabbing his head as he drove at her pussy with his tongue. He ran it over her clit, then down to her slit, sliding it inside. He pushed it in and out a few times hearing her cry out as she lifted herself against him. "Eat my pussy baby. I need to cum so bad." He lifted his head, grabbing the crotch of her panties. With a hard yank he ripped the material from her body then dove between her legs again. He was like a mad man. His tongue dove inside her repeatedly as he mauled her clit with his hand. Michelle was purring like a cat and whimpering as his mouth drove her towards release. Robert was good at eating her pussy but he had nothing on Brad. Brad's tongue was slicing in and out of her hole like a fish dangling on a hook. His fingers were pinching and pulling at her clit forcefully making her cry out in pleasure and pain. She mashed her pussy against his face as her hips rose hard against his sucking mouth. "Eat me. "She begged; clamping her hands hard on his head to keep him buried between her legs. "I'm cummmmiinnnngggg...." She cried then bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming as her body convulsed in release. Brad had planned to see if she would suck on his cock. Since the first time he met her, he wanted to feel her lips around him. But with her cumming so hard in his mouth, his cock was throbbing painfully in his pants. He knew if he didn't get inside her soon, he was gonna cum in his clothes. He tore his mouth from her body as he sat beside her on the bed. He pulled off his boots then tore at his clothes. She watched him through passion filled eyes as he ripped his clothes from his body. Her eyes moved down over him when he was gloriously naked. He was a bit smaller then Robert but right now she didn't care. She opened her arms to him. "Make love to me Brad." She said huskily. He growled like a bear as he launched himself at her. His body covered hers, pressing her deep into the mattress. His mouth locked on hers as he shoved her legs further apart until he was resting comfortably between them. His cock was poised at her entrance. When she nibbled at his lips and purred, lifting herself against him, he lost control. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as he thrust forcefully into her body. He impaled her completely with one thrust. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh..." She gasped as he slammed himself into her. Brad's thrusts weren't slow and gentle, they were hard and fast. He was hammering her pussy hard with his cock as he probed deeply into her depths. Michelle wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as she met his powerful thrusts with thrusts of her own. "Fuck me." She screamed clawing at his back as he took her violently. "Oh baby. I have dreamed of this for so long. You feel so fucking good." He growled against her ear as he continued to slam violently in and out of her body. "Fuck me Brad. Ream my pussy with your hard cock. I love it." She cried slamming her body brutally against his as he slammed her repeatedly into the mattress. The couple fucking on the bed prayed that Robert was out cold cause if not he would be hearing their screams of pleasure. Brad pulled his arms from around her, and pulled her legs from around his waist. He pushed them over his shoulders as he continued to hammer her pussy while he kissed her deeply. His cock slammed hard and fast deep inside her. "Cum for me baby," He panted. "Oh cum for me...I need to feel you contract around me." He begged. As if his words had triggered something inside her, she suddenly let out a soft scream as her body convulsed around his hammering cock. He locked his mouth on hers, smothering her cries as he continued to pound into her. Michelle clung to him as he ravished her body with his own. Her cries were lost in his mouth as he sent her flying not once but twice more into ecstasy. Finally he stiffened above her, her name torn from his lips as he started shooting deep inside her. She came again as he filled her with his seed. They rode the waves together, and then kissed softly before he pulled out of her. He looked down into her satisfaction filled eyes. He kissed her one more time before rolling over onto his side beside her, pulling her back against his chest. As she lay there in his arms, she knew that Brad was the best man. In more ways then one. The End The Wrong Man "Um, I think I'll just have another soda water please", she said, ignoring the glares of the manager as she ordered another free drink, whilst remaining on the much coveted bar stool. The bar tender grinned at her, conspiratorially, as he added ice cubes and a slice of lemon and slid it towards her over the beer mat. "Waiting for someone?" he asked, "You could say that" she replied, as she slumped on to her elbows and leaned towards him, "I'm supposed to be meeting some guy off the net, do you think I'm mad?" The barman grinned, he got as many confidences in the bar trade as his sister did cutting hair and he always enjoyed hearing the stories. "Nah, I don't think you're mad," he said, picking up a damp pint glass and starting to polish it with a manky looking tea towel, "you're being careful, aren't you? Meeting him in a public place and that" "Yes, I suppose so, and I asked my friend to call me every 15 minutes, so I have a get out if I need one." "Do you think you will need one?" "Who knows?" she admitted "he might be hideous, or smelly, or something" The barman looked askance at her, "You haven't seen a photo of him?" "Um, no." She blushed, " He didn't have any pictures online, he just described himself to me, he sounded nice." She looked a bit doubtful now, at having taken this Internet stranger at his word. "Well I hate to be a party pooper," he said, "but how are you going to recognise him?" "Oh, he's going to be carrying a copy of Internet World, then I have to go up and say hi." "Wait no longer", said the bar man, picking up another glass, "there's your Romeo over there" and he gestured with a flick of the towel. Taking a deep breath to steady herself the woman turned round slowly and felt a shiver of goose pimples wash over her, for there he was, reading the Internet World and looking pretty much as he had described, yet he was nothing like she had imagined. Certainly he had the mid-brown hair, but it was thinning and unwashed. He had on a suit, but it was too tight, with gleaming knees and elbows from years of wear. His gut spilled over the fraying belt with a quite unjustified exuberance and a faint glimpse of sweat marks could be glimpsed from beneath the gaping jacket. She let out a faint sigh of disappointment and tried to remember what he had said about himself when they had talked. *** Sweet_Vicki: So... now we're so well acquainted, will you tell me what you look like? Liam2000: I suppose so, what is it that you want to know? Sweet_Vicki: Just the basics; your height and colouring – don't tell me anything you don't want to. Liam2000: No no! I don't mind telling you. I'm just over 6 foot, mid brown hair, grey/blue eyes. I wear a suit most days. Is that enough information? Sweet_Vicki: Yes, that's fine. I'll know you when I see you now! Liam2000: Oh? Are you planning on seeing me any time soon then? Sweet_Vicki: Oh, I don't know! Do you think we should meet? Liam2000: Well, I thought that's what you were suggesting... *** And it was done. How she wished, now, that she had demanded a photograph, or even to know his waist measurement as well as his height. Vicki cringed in horror. Would she dare to just leave and not go over and introduce herself? Normally she was so nice, always considerate of other people, even if it meant inconvenience to herself, but she had built up her hopes so much about Liam that she just couldn't stand the disappointment if it really was him, never mind the embarrassment of being seen in public with such an unkempt and, to be blunt, ugly man. She felt close to tears, she had been incredibly stupid to be so blithely optimistic about this man whom she'd never met, never seen a photograph of. She had become so close to him online, after they'd met on some dating website, that she'd felt they had really got to know each other and somehow she had expected his exterior to be as shiningly beautiful as his personality. She knew everything about his childhood: a semi in West London and a series of private schools punctuated by a hideous year when his parents got divorced. His job: advertising copywriter and his hopes and dreams: a house, a family, a novel. In return he knew all the most secret, private things about her, but despite all this his surname was still a mystery to her even though it had almost begun to seem as though he was her soul mate. Vicki had been shy growing up and now she was in her twenties things weren't much different. She still had trouble approaching strangers, especially men and, even if she managed that, she found it really hard to talk about herself with any degree of openness. It was for all these reasons that the internet had seemed like an ideal answer; get to know the man and allow him to know her, then the terrifying ordeal of the meeting. Now she could feel her carefully summoned courage rapidly dissipating, to be replaced by apprehension and a chill of fear. "Are you alright love?" the barman leaned forward, concerned by the look on her face, "It's the wrong man," she said in a quavering voice. "That can't be him, can it? I never imagined he would look so old, he said he was only twenty-eight". "Sometimes people lie online, it's what they do it for. It allows them to be somebody else, even if it's not real." "But then why arrange to meet me? Surely it would all become obvious then." "Perhaps he thought you'd overlook it and just see him as the man you'd talked to online" he suggested, really getting into his role of wise father confessor, then instantly regretting it as he saw she now felt obligated to talk to this revolting specimen of manhood. "But you know," he added, "if he lied about his age, he may have lied about other things, you don't have to talk to him. He has no way of recognising you, does he?" Mutely she shook her head and pushed her hair behind her ear, managing, in the process, to knock her glass over the man who had just sat down next to her. "Oh God! I am so sorry!" she cried, making a grab for the glass and dabbing at his wet trousers with one of the bar towels whilst the man looked on with amusement. "It's quite alright," he assured her, "but maybe I should do that" and gently took the towel from her to resume mopping his groin, smiling as he watched a flush rise up her neck until her face was suffused with rosy pink. "Were you supposed to be meeting someone off the Internet?" he asked, having heard snippets of the conversation, "who is it?" "That man over there," she said, indicating the greasy gentleman on the far side of the pub. "I would have thought he was a bit old for you, are you sure it's him?" "Oh yes," She said mournfully, "He's carrying a copy of the Internet World, just like he said he would. I've been trying to decide whether to introduce myself or not, he's nothing like he described." "Yes, I heard," said the young man, "has he no way of recognising you?" "Well, I described myself to him, but he's supposed to recognise me by this" and, leaning closer, she revealed a scrunched up bundle of pale green silk, "I'm supposed to be wearing this scarf, you see, but I thought I'd check him out first." "Lucky he didn't think of trying the same trick," murmured the man, the amusement showing in his mist coloured eyes. Vicki smiled back at him and realised, for the first time, how very attractive he was. "I'm Victoria" she said, holding out her hand and giggling when he bowed gallantly over it and kissed her fingers lightly. "Delighted" he said, softly. "I'm William. May I assume that you are going to stand up our be-greased friend? If so, might I suggest you accompany me to dinner? I was going to dine alone, but it would seem very dull now I've met you." Her eyes goggled at such blatant flattery, but his ironic, overblown style of expressing himself appealed to her and, giggling, she accepted, first excusing herself to go to the Ladies. "Lucky man," said the bartender, feeling envious of this newcomer for getting a date with the sweet, pretty girl. "Yes," agreed William, a half smile still lingering on his face as he seemed to consider something. "I don't suppose you could do me a favour, could you?" "Depends what it is" "Could you get rid of this, for me?" Leaning across the bar, William pulled a rolled up and rather battered copy of Internet World out of his coat and handed it to the bartender. Mouth falling open, he reluctantly took hold of the magazine and dropped it into the bin, then looked curiously at William. "You going to tell her then?" he asked, as he realised the implications of this new development. "Oh yes," William admitted, "mainly because I think she'd figure it out eventually. We know so much about each other that she'd match up the personal details soon. Besides, I'd be bound to give myself away. I think I'll play it by ear for now, though." "Shall we be off then?" Said Vicki shyly, coming up behind him. "Certainly, Miss Victoria, allow me" he said as he helped her into her coat then held the door open for her. "Call me Vicki," she said, gasping as the chilly November air hit her throat and she hurried to wrap the green scarf around her neck, "Nobody calls me Victoria unless they're cross with me." "Of course, if that's what you wish" he said, taking her arm in his, "but in that case I suppose you'd better call me by my nick name." "Ok then, is it Will?" "No," he said, turning to look at her, "it's from the end of my name. It's Liam" and he smiled as she gaped in recognition, "I use it for my screen name online, too." The Wrong Man My first two stories are under the name of Spiderman1 I just finished reading one of the worse wimp stories I have ever read. It turned my stomach. This is my answer to that story. If you like those kinds of stories, you don't want to read this. My name is Jake Grey. I'm thirty five. I was married to my beautiful wife for six years. She's thirty one. She looks like she's twenty five. We didn't have any children. I was ready. She wasn't. She kept telling me, "Soon, honey soon." Our sex life was great. More than that, it was the kisses and hugs that I loved more than anything. I tried to make love every chance I got, just to be close to her. When I held her in my arms I felt peaceful and loved. She was always responsive and available. In all the time we were married, I was happy. I thought she was too. My mistake was in trusting her. Her name is Kelly and my love turned into a blinding hate and then a cold empty void. I've heard that the opposite of love is indifference. That's not true in my case. My love has turned into a dull, bone chilling rage. My soul is dead. I'll never recover. If the bitch was on fire I wouldn't piss on her to put it out. I guess you are wondering what happened to turn a kind loving man into a vengeful machine. It all started at last year's company Christmas party. Kelly always dressed too sexy for these parties. I didn't mind too much. When she dressed like that, men paid her a lot of attention. I was flattered that the most desirable woman in the room was always my woman. I knew what was on the minds of every man that saw her. She was wearing a dress that didn't leave much to the imagination. I was married to a woman who looked like a walking wet dream. I wondered who she trying to impress. Usually, I'm not a jealous guy, but what's mine is mine. As long as there was no doubt about that, we were ok. I told Kelly before we left that a lot of men would be hitting on her and that I trusted her to not let anything go down that would be disrespectful to herself or me. I'm not a man who would tolerate bullshit. My fellow martial arts partners call me the "crusher" for good reason. They all know I can be a mean son of a bitch. Kelly never saw that part of me and I prayed she never would. I had an uneasy feeling before we left the house. I guess you could call it a premonition. "Why are you looking like your dog just died, Jake? Don't you want to go to the party?" She said, giving me her sexiest smile. That smile always made my body respond. "To tell you the truth, Boo, I really would rather skip the party this year." I called her by her pet name and was hoping that she would agree with me. "Why, honey? I thought you always had fun at these parties." She said, as she put on a pair of shear black stockings. "Don't be such a party pooper. We don't get out dancing much. I really need to let my hair down and have some fun. I'm just about finished dressing. Come on, let's go." She sounded a bit irritated at my hesitation. "First come over here and let me take care of that problem I see in your pants. I can't have my man walking around with a woody all night." I had no way of knowing it was going to be our last sexual moment. She pulled me over to the bed where she was sitting. She opened my zipper and in no time she had engulfed my rock hard organ. Kelly didn't usually take me in her throat. This time she did. She only did that when she was very horny. It wasn't long before I blasted my load in her mouth. She swallowed it all and licked her lips as if she had just eaten her favorite ice cream. My knees weakened, I had to sit down. "Wow! That was great, Boo. I love you so much...Let me take care of you." "Not so fast, big boy. If you do that, we'll never get to the party." "I know sweetheart. That's what I was thinking." I said, as she re-applied her lipstick. I still looked concerned. "Didn't I make you happy, honey? There's still something on your mind?" Something wasn't right. She was too excited about that damned party. "It's just that last year the party got a little too wild for my taste. There was a lot of ass grabbing going on. People start drinking and acting stupid. You know crowds make me nervous. Since Jim became the vice president of the company, he has hit on every woman in the office. There's a rumor that he's had sex with several of them. I almost knocked him on his ass last year. I didn't like the way he was always buzzing around you and I surely didn't like the way he danced with you." Jim was the president's nephew. The slimy piece of shit thought the sun rose and set in his ass. He was married and had two kids. I felt sorry for his wife. She deserved a better man than that punk. I've often seen him flirt with numerous women in a way that humiliated her at previous parties. She has refused to come with him for the past couple of years. She was a real lady and good looking too. I couldn't imagine why she stayed with the pompous clown. "He's just a big flirt. I can handle him. Never forget that I'm proud to be your woman. I love you more than life. You know that, don't you? There's no need for you to be worried. Sure, he's tall, rich and handsome, but he'll never be the man you are. You're my baby and you always will be." I didn't like her description of the creep, but I shrugged it off. Kelly never gave me a reason to doubt her loyalty. Love is truly blind. I could see my fate was sealed. There would be no changing her mind. Sometimes a man has to give an inch to gain a mile. I didn't want anything to interfere with my plan to make mad passionate love with her when we got home. We arrived at the party a little late. Some of the people were already a little drunk. The music filled the room. People were dancing, laughing and generally having a good time. I decided to try to fit in and hope that the evening would end sooner than later. As soon as we walked through the door, Jim Stevens came over and gave me a weak hand shake. I felt like I'd touched a snake. He glared lasciviously at Kelly, taking her hand and giving it a long kiss, totally ignoring my presence. My blood pressure caused my head to start pounding. It wouldn't have taken much more to knock him out right there. I could see it was going to a long night. She gave me a wink signifying we were secure and we began to mingle with the guess. Jim walked over and took Kelly by the arm. She didn't object. I didn't know how much more I could take. "Let me introduce you to some of our new staff." He said, with a wolfish grin. He acted like Kelly was his woman. "You don't mind do you, Jake?" He didn't wait for my answer. Kelly gave me her please relax look, so I let it pass. A good friend of mine, named Eddie, saw what was happening and dragged me over to a group of guys playing a drinking game and telling lies while their wives circulated and gossiped about whatever it is women talk about. I pretended to drink. I never get drunk. I like to keep my wits about me. While I was enjoying the company of my friends, I would look around occasionally for Kelly. I noticed that she danced with a couple of guys. Everything seemed above board. I'm not sure how much time had passed. I knew I was ready to go home and ravish my wife. We hadn't made love for a couple of days which was a long time for us. I was glad that she had the opportunity to, "let her hair down," as she put it. I had done my duty. I couldn't find her and couldn't imagine where she could be. I looked everywhere. I saw her friend Pam and inquired if she had seen Kelly. Pam looked a little nervous and told me that she had seen Kelly dancing with Jim about fifteen minutes ago. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The uneasy feeling that had been haunting me turned my stomach into knots. I began to look for her outside the ballroom. I heard voices as I looked into an unused small conference room. I decided to check it out. I could hear a woman in the throes of passion. It sounded like Kelly. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my loving wife bent over the arm of a chair being fucked by the slime ball himself. At first I was paralyzed. I thought I was having a stroke. They were too involved in what they were doing to notice me standing there. I walked over and stood there for a while before they saw me. "Oh my God...! Jake, let me explain..." She shrieked, trying to pull herself together. "You have nothing to say to me you lying bitch!" I said, with all the venom I could muster. "I worshipped the ground you walked on and this is how you repay me. We're finished. You are no longer my wife. Look at me." She couldn't raise her head. I grabbed by her hair and forced her to look at me. "What do you see, you fucking whore? Do you see the eyes of the man that loved you? They're the eyes of a dead man. You killed my heart and soul tonight. Now, I see why you were so eager to come to that damned party. You wouldn't fuck me because you were saving your cheating pussy for this dirt bag." At that, she let out an agonizing cry. "No... No... I..." "Don't try to talk your way out of this. You've been busted, bitch." She was terrified. She tried to speak, but no words came out. All the time I was berating my soon to be ex wife, Jim just stood there looking amused. At that moment, three of my buddies entered the room, Eddie, Paul and Dave. I guess Pam told them there was going to be trouble. They stood there frozen. Nobody knew what to say. I turned to Jim. "And you, you piece of shit. I should kill you where you stand." "If you try anything, I'll have you arrested for assault and my uncle will fire you. Maybe, I'll just kick your ass for the hell of it. I've already had your precious wife's ass several times." He said, grinning at me. "You've tasted my cum in your wife's pussy after every Christmas party for the past four years." He was sneering at me. "Fuck you and your uncle..." I growled. I decided to not only humiliate him. I was going to make him suffer and Kelly too. He was a few inches taller than me. Not that it mattered. I wanted him to try to kick my ass. The prick had no Idea of what I'm capable of. I allowed my anger to dull the pain as I looked at the woman I would have gladly given my life for. We both knew that what she had done was unforgivable. There could be no excuses or forgiveness. Our life together was over. As badly as I wanted to kill him, she wasn't worth spending the next twenty five years in prison. "Your ass is mine. You will pay for your disrespect." I said, looking him in the eye. I wasn't reacting as he expected me to. I was blocking his exit deliberately. I could see the indecision on his face. He decided to bluff his way out and push me out of the way. That was a big mistake. I easily avoided his hand and gave him a quick shot to his guts. When he doubled over, I grabbed him around his neck and began slapping him with the palm of my hand. The first slap stunned him and twisted his head around as he hit the floor. I lost count as to how many times I bitch slapped the now defenseless whimpering garbage on the floor. "Alright...! Alright...! Please... enough, no more please! No more..." He begged like the candy ass bitch he was. "Not nearly enough, cocksucker. You will live to regret over and over deciding to screw my wife. You took what was mine. When I'm finished, you will be divorced and disgraced. I'm going to sue you for alienation of affection. Then, I'm going to sue the company for your misconduct on company time. I'll be rich and you'll be fucked. You have messed with the wrong man. Hear me good, the wrong man." If a man's voice can sound murderous, mine did. Two police entered the room. I looked at Kelly. "I didn't forget about you, slut. You gave up a good man and your marriage for this crying piece of shit? You fucking deserve each other." "He attacked me! Arrest him... He's crazy." He yelled at the cops. They understood what was happening. "It was self defense, officer." said Eddie. "When Jake caught him banging his wife, he tried to attack Jake." "Is that right?" The cop asked the other two men. "Absolutely officer." said Paul. "Jake was defending himself." answered Dave. "They're lying! He assaulted me!" pleaded Jim. He was close to hysterical. The cops looked at Kelly. She appeared to be in shock. Her lips moved, but no words came out. "Are you alright, lady? Did you see what happened?" She just sat there crying with her hands on her face. I could feel no pity for her. The love I had for her was compressed somewhere in the back of my mind. "Do you want to press charges against this man?" The sergeant said, pointing at Jim. I could see their sympathies were with me even thought Jim was the one with the swollen face. "What? He came after me. He's crazy I tell you. I didn't do anything..." "That's not what three witnesses saw." The other cop said. "Yes officer. Lock his ass up. I'd be more than willing to press charges." "Get him out of here," said the sergeant looking at me at me with empathy. "If there is anything I can do for you let me know. Just call the station, ask for Sergeant Conner. Just you know... I've been there too. " I nodded at him in silent recognition of his understanding. "We'll talk to you later Jake, said Eddie. "Come on guys let's go. Jake has some business to take care of." Eddie walked over to me and looked into my soul. Then, he hugged me. He said, "Hang tough..." Then, he left the room. Now, there were two people left. I picked up her panties off the chair and put them in my pocket. I had use for them later. Kelly had calmed down. It was easy to see she dreaded what was coming next, so did I. I felt an icy chill come over me. Something inside was broken. It was numbing feeling. It allowed me to feel detachment from the woman I loved. I was a stranger to myself. I looked at Kelly and I thought of that old cliché that she appeared to have been ridden hard and put up wet. How does a man erase the woman he loves from his heart? I had no idea. I knew that I could never look at her in the same way again. I had to keep my anger. It controlled my grief and protected what was left of my sanity. At that moment, I knew what my revenge would be. The wound she inflicted will stay with me until the day I die. She had destroyed my world. The trust was gone. Nothing mattered anymore. "Get your coat and meet me at the car. Be quick." I said, turning my back on her and leaving the room. I didn't want her to see the pain I was feeling. I didn't want her sympathy. The funeral for our love and marriage was about to begin. As the car sped into the night, my silence said volumes. "Are we going home, Jake?" "We don't have a home anymore. When you broke our marriage vows you destroyed our home. It's just a house now, a house where I used to be happy, a house where I loved and trusted a wife..., who used to be my best friend." I said, unable to disguise the sadness in my voice. She started to cry quietly. "Jake, is there any way you could possibly forgive me? Please... I'll do anything. Give me a chance... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she whispered. "Do you think that I will ever forget what I saw tonight, or that piece of shit telling me he fucked your ass? When you let that parasite have you, you fucked my enemy. You decided to dishonor your vows to me and give him what was mine, again and again. When you did that, you ended our marriage. That means the last four years have been a complete lie, a total fucking lie!" "Please, forgive me, Jake. Believe it or not, I love you with all my heart. I guess I let him use me for the excitement of doing something I shouldn't do. I never thought about the consequences. It was like a game, a silly immature game. He could never be the man you are... I know I was foolish and selfish. Let me make it up to you, please... Beat me; curse me, anything you want. Just don't leave me... l'll die without you in my life. It didn't mean anything..." "It... meant... everything!" I Yelled, as my hands griped the steering wheel. My emotions were taking control. I forced myself to calm down. "A game...? Fucking with my life was a game...?" The car slowed and stopped. She didn't have a chance to answer. "We're here." "Where are we?" "Get out." "Why? What's going on?" Her face showed concern and fear. "Get your ass out of the car, now." My tone left her no choice. Kelly followed me to the door. "Mrs. Stevens?" "Yes, how can I help you?" "My name is Jake Grey. I used to work for your husband's company. May I speak with you a moment?" "Is Jim ok? What's this about?" I had a firm grip on Kelly's arm as we entered the house. Please, come in. Have a seat." She was the kind of wife I thought I had. I was going to cause her pain. Jim would hurt much worse. He should have read me better. I had to hurt his innocent wife in order to crush him, and humiliate my soon to be ex wife. I was being driven by primitive feelings I can't begin to explain. "This will only take a short time, Mrs. Stevens. My wife has something to tell you." All eyes were on Kelly. "Tell her." I tightened my grip on her arm. "I... I..." she hesitated. "Tell her!" My grip tightened again. "My husband caught me having sex with Jim tonight at the Christmas party." She blurted the words out like they were poison. "Tell her how long you've been fucking her husband." "Every year, for the past four years we've managed to sneak away and have sex..." she cried. "I acted like a slut and I'm so sorry, sorry..." We only had her word on that. She could have had a series of lovers and or a relationship with Jim more often than she's confessed. Who cares? Her ability to deceive long term had already been established. Jim's wife looked more enraged than shocked. She always knew he was an asshole, but to be confronted with his adultery made her knees weak. She recovered and walked to Kelly and slapped her, hard. Kelly fell back holding her face, stunned and hurt. "Get that whore out of my house," she hissed. When I'm finished divorcing his worthless ass, you can have him, slut." She spoke, looking at Kelly like road kill. It felt good knowing Jim was going to have one hell of a welcome home reception when he bailed out. I knew that Kelly and I would soon part forever. It hurt me to look at her. I never could have imagined the day would come when my beloved wife would need my protection and I not give it to her. Well... shit happens...! We were getting close to her sister's house. "We will be divorced." I said, without looking at her. The house will be sold and I will take seventy percent of the equity. We'll divide our investments equally and keep our own pensions. If you don't contest the divorce, I will not use adultery against you, which would include the testimony of at least a dozen people who were aware of what you were doing over the past four years. I'm sure my three friends would be happy to drive a nail into your chest. They were there when I kicked the shit out of lover boy. I will then mail the transcript to every friend and relative you have. That would expose you for the slut you are to everyone. It's up to you." "There's nothing I can do, Jake? Nothing...?" She looked defeated, helpless and desperate. "You already know the answer to that question, don't you? My revenge against you will last a long time, maybe forever." "What are you going to do to me?" "I know you... You're basically a good woman whose lapse in character has cost both of us a terrible price. I believe that you love me, but it doesn't matter. For the most part, you've been a good wife whose selfishness has ruined several lives. You are also self centered and manipulative. I guess I chose not to deal with that part of you throughout our marriage. I'll never make that mistake again. Your guilt will haunt you. It will grow and consume you. When you finally realize that I'm never coming back, you'll experience deep depression and loss. You'll crave my forgiveness, having forfeited my love. I want you to go to your grave regretting what you have done to yourself and me and carrying the burden of knowing that you are unforgiven." The Wrong Man The car pulled in front of her sister's house. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer, soon. Don't go back to the house until noon tomorrow. By that time, I'll be gone. I'll come back, when you aren't there, to get the rest of my stuff." "That's it, Jake? Over...? Six years of marriage... gone, just like that?" "Just like that... Goodbye... By the way, take these with you." I said, as I handed her back her panties. Tears fell from her eyes as she exited the car. Tears rolled down my face as well.