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Providence

By: Xamphos



I waited in the brightly lit reception area of the club, for my latest prize. My Italian jacket and designer jeans emphasised the tan on my skin and the sun bleaching of my hair was for real. My lean muscled body with its expensive perfume showed I was a man who took care of himself. 

Then she was with me, the soft long blond hair framing the fresh naïve 22 year old face. Her dark brown eyes like that of a doe looked up trustingly into mine as her soft pink lips formed into a kiss to brush my lips. The kiss was warm, fresh, like candy on my tongue. She took my arm hugging her body close to mine. I could feel the firm young frame through the thin fabric of her mini slip dress. She was young, pretty, with a hunger for passion which had grown through the night.

I had succeeded. They would be pleased when I brought her to them. I slipped her coat about her shoulders as we stepped into the waiting taxi. Her slim thin fingers disappeared into my broad hand. As we rode in the taxi she rested her head onto my shoulder pressing her warm thigh against my mine. I could feel the expectation tensing the muscles in her body. As we neared our destination the squeezing of her fingers in mine increased, matching the tempo of her breath shortened by excitement.

I paid for the taxi and we entered the apartment building like twins joined at the hip. As we rode the elevator to the top floor she turned my face to hers. Her butterfly kisses covered my face and exposed neck. She raised her leg to rub along mine. She bent my head to her mouth by tugging the short mat of hair on the back of my head. Her hips ground into my groin. I could feel the heat inside her spreading along her naked thigh through the thick cotton of my jeans.

Her fingers slipped to trace the outline of my erect cock. I had to gently brush them away. "Not yet my sweet. Not yet." I saw the question form in her eyes but I would not answer.

I unlocked the door into the warehouse style apartment. The low lighting in the entrance bled into the shade bordering the central room. As always the square of three white leather sofas was lit like a stage. On the centre sofa sat the two lead players, my flatmates or should I say my owners. Since joining them in the flat I had known no other life than pandering to them. Pleasing them in whatever way I could. Tonight I had brought them a new offering, a new toy for them to play with and use.

My young friend turned to me. I sensed the surprise and disappointment in her face. She had thought we would be alone. "These are my flatmates Daisy" I said to her. "Chloe and Sabrina." The two women broadened their crimson glossed lips into welcoming smiles. They parted their voluptuous satin dressed bodies to make a space between them on the sofa. Sabrina extended her glistening long nailed hand towards Daisy and indicated the girl should sit between them.

"Tea would be nice Darren dear. We girls will chat for awhile and get acquainted." I had been dismissed. I turned taking the stairs up the mezzanine to the gallery kitchen. From above I watched as Daisy slipped into the space created between the two women. Within seconds the space had closed, and Daisy was pressed closely between them.

The conversation was indistinct but I knew what its contents would be. How had we met. How long had we known each other. Did she like the flat. This was always the first chance visitors had to study the décor. The subtle erotic paintings on the wall, the lamps which were bronzes of lovers entwined, and then of course there was the single large circular bed partially obscured by a screen.

The kettle boiled and I created the herbal infusion. I was not to hurry. The women needed time for the corruption to commence. Daisy was a student. Intelligent, wise yet totally naïve. She was ripe for education, liberation even, as our little game of perversion would open her mind and body to new pleasures she would never have thought of. I watched now as the bewilderment clouded her sweet face. Soon there would be apprehension, maybe just briefly fear, before joy would overtake her and she would enter the light of pleasure that awaited her.

Daisy's coat had been removed from her shoulders. I watched Sabrina's ample bosom rise and fall with the quickening of her breath. Her fingers had started to stroke Daisy's long hair. Chloe was tracing her fingers along the line of Daisy's shoulder. I could see the girl's nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her slip dress. My cock bucked against my jeans. Chloe rearranged the split of her satin dress revealing the full length of her black stockinged leg which she pressed against Daisy's bare knees.

It was time for me to enter as the audience. I walked down the stairs, as best I could with my cock straining to be free of my jeans. I placed the tea tray on a table in front of the girls. Daisy looked quizzically almost pleading into my eyes. I smiled. She was ripe. I knew she would enjoy, she just had to let go. Chloe handed Daisy her tea. She was trapped now. The pleasure would get to her before fear, reason or doubt could prevent the moment. 

The women talked to Daisy again. The words were unimportant, it was just the accent, the tone, the rhythm, a quick question would prevent her from thinking or noticing what was happening to her until it was too late. 

Daisy's thighs had been gently parted. Sabrina had worked the hem of Daisy's dress to the top of her thighs. I could see her white cotton G string dampening at the front. College girls always wore cotton, they had no ingenuity, they felt no need to glamourise their sex it was still fresh and youthful.

I could smell the combined odour of sex welling from inside the women. I desperately wanted to free my dripping cock but I had to wait. I had to wait until I the instruction came.

Chloe was the first to kiss Daisy. Taking the young face into her hand she raised the chin and bore down with her lips forcing the girls mouth apart. I watched as their tongues flicked together. I saw Daisy tense. I saw a brief fight rise in her. Sabrina gripped at Daisy's shoulders then released her as Daisy locked onto Chloe's embrace.

Slowly they stripped the slip dress down Daisy's body. Sabrina gripped at Daisy's freed breasts. Tweaking them between her thumb and forefinger till they were taut she finally suckled into the closest breast as her fingers pushed aside the cotton covering the young girls pussy.

I could see the shaven pink puffy lips glistening with love juice widening to accept Sabrina's two slippery probing fingers. Chloe released Daisy's face and gently eased the girl down onto the cushion of the sofa. As she cupped, kneaded and suckled at the young girls breasts she watched Sabrina strip away the last of Daisy's clothes.

As they each stimulated their young plaything they gradually stripped each other till they hovered over their victim wearing black stilettos, stockings, and matching lace thongs. Their full breasts nudging and brushing each others exposed flesh causing their nipples to tauten into over ripe berries.

The two women kissed mischievously before Sabrina dipped her head to kiss Daisy's head and abdomen. Her head travelled futher towards the young girls bare pubis. Sabrina's tongue circled the exposed clitoris rising from the hood of Daisy's pussy. Chloe stripped off her own panties and bent over to kiss Daisy full on the lips once more. This was my signal. I could leave the audience to join the performance.

Racing out of my clothes I dropped to my knees and gratefully kissed Chloe's fleshy bottom extended to me. Her thighs parted, and her hand slipped to the back of my head forcing my face deep into the cleft of her pussy. Eagerly my tongue probed between the softening lips, till my teeth could take hold and I could suck and draw on her labia lips. My hands stroked along the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, till my finger pressed against the bud of her clit. Briefly she pressed back against my face until she twisted away.

Directed towards Sabrina's raised derriere I saw Chloe position herself over Daisy's face and watched as she sank down onto the flicking tongue awaiting the taste of her clit. Now rampant with excitement I pulled aside the thin covering of Sabrina's G string and buried my face into her pussy. Sucking on her clit I ran my fingers over the saliva forming on my lips. Once sticky I reached up gently testing the opening of her anus. Teasing with increasing pressure, I felt the tension ease and my fingers slid inside.

Beneath Sabrina's body I could feel the upward pressure from Daisy's body as her climax began to well inside. Sabrina sat back, grabbing my dripping cock, she pressed it into her waiting pussy. With her other hand she continued to tease Daisy's clit. Sabrina and Chloe locked lips into a long smouldering kiss before Sabrina's head dipped back to cover the fully flowered opening of Daisy's pussy. Her buttocks slammed into my groin burying my cock up to the balls into her own hungry pussy.

As I thrust back and forth into the gyrating body beneath me I watched Chloe's untethered breasts dance before my eyes. Gripping Sabrina at the hip with one hand my other latched onto one of the flayling breasts in front of me. Chloe gripped her other breast and between us we each urged the other to climax. 

As Chloe began the low whine that led to her siren like climax I could feel Sabrina being jerked back against my own thrusting body. As Chloe's shriek filled the vast void of the apartment I could hear the low whimpering whelp of shocked delight coming from Daisy beneath the sumptuous volumes of voluptuous flesh. Sabrina in her usual mix of guttural expletives was next to climax immediately snatching my straining cock from the velvet comfort of her welcoming vagina.

Releasing Daisy from beneath their combined advances the two women held my quivering sticky cock close to her wide eyed flushed face. "Do you still want this sweet lips?" Chloe asked. "Yes" was the dreamy positive reply. Chloe propping Daisy's head in her lap raised her face level with the enlarged eye of my pulsing cock. Sliding her hand along the length of my quivering pulsing rod, Sabrina jerked at my cock till I could hold back no longer, in a rush of spouting gushes my love juice sprayed into Daisy's waiting mouth. Peppering her cheeks and lips with globules of my white sticky goo.

Daisy reached up with outstretched hand pulling my still hard length into her mouth slowly she licked and sucked it clean as Chloe and Sabrina licked away my spray from her face. Some would say I should be ashamed of my slavish behaviour towards my two flat mates. Many would consider our life style wicked, corrupting, even addictive and depraved. You may even question my reasoning for staying with them. Yet when you see the satiated glow on the young face of a girl such as Daisy, I have an almost evangelical feeling and realise our meeting was providence not evil and I must continue the good work for as long as I am able.

Providence



Foreword 

This is my first attempt at writing a story and I have edited it so many times that I decided not to use the editing service provided as it would have only lead me to edit it again and I wanted to go with what I have.

I choose a "Loving Wife" story for two reason: this section has some of the best and innovative writers and it has without doubt the best critiques and comments which are well known for not holding their punches. Please feel free to comment as you please good or bad but hopefully never indifferent. 

Any reader that wishes to contact me personally will find my email address in my profile and I will gladly receive and respond to any email sent to me. Your advice, suggestion and general critique will make me a better writer please don't send me grammatical corrections unless they were so bad you couldn't understand what I had written.

Finally and probably to the disappointment of some readers the story has very little sex in it, I have only used it when I have found it warranted and improved the story so those who are looking for some quick relief might want to look for another author/ story. I hope you enjoy it.








Richard Turner was driving home from one of his intermittent trips that the company he worked for, Millburn Weaving Co. Ltd, situated in Kansas City, Kansas would send him on a semi-regular basis. 

His position in the company was almost irreplaceable as he was Sales and Factory Manager, Chief Mechanic and Design Manager, in fact he filled all the managerial positions that concerned the industrial knitting aspect of Millburn Weaving's large company and was answerable only to the CEO though Randy Marlin was the Director of Sales on the company's board Richard's position as Sales Manager had more to do with the design, fashion and the technical aspect of Sales.

His intermittent trips around the States usually concerned the technical aspect. Sales where a client had a special request that the sales crew couldn't adequately address were passed on to him for a visit and consultation. Customers with special specs preferred that he personally take charge as his knowledge of the industry was comprehensive and he was renown in the business for his technical expertize.

Richard was also extremely inventive so if he considered the request was impossible to reproduce on his machines or was impractical or too costly he could often come back within 24 hours with an alternative that would either satisfy his customer's needs or often exceed them because of his knowledge in design. 

Well known, well liked, admired and respected by his employers and employees alike as a fair and just manager who was not frightened to take on the illustrious board on the employees' behalf when he thought that it was warranted and explain practical and economic reasons to the employees when he thought their request was unjust. The knitting department had never gone on strike and their productivity was unparalleled.



Richard was a 100% all American male who was deeply patriotic and loved his country. He was ashamed of the so called "American companies" that took their manufacturing off shore to China at the cost of many thousands of American jobs. An American could produce a better product efficiently, admittedly at a slightly higher price, but not so high that American men and women should suffer as a result and though the shareholder's dividends may be slightly lower than they might otherwise be if the manufacturing aspect was done in China he was a great believer in taking care of your own first and unemployment was at a record high. As a religious man (though admittedly not a regular church attendee) he believed there was more to life then the all mighty dollar and he was not the type of man to bow down to it or those who had it in abundance.



So if one were to ask Richard what he thought of his life and his wife Claire (35) and their children Robert (16) and Emily (14) he would inevitably respond that he was blessed with an honorable and supportive wife that he just adored. 

He also considered himself blessed with two children, they were well mannered and respectful to their elders, they had top grades at school and both were fine athletes, they had no tattoos or piercing covering their body or multicolored hair. They went out at weekends and partied but they never came home drunk or drugged or beyond curfew.



Richard would then probably surprise those that knew him by saying he was dissatisfied with his working life. All his life he dreamed of owning his own business, his own knitting plant as he found a great deal of satisfaction from every aspect of the business (as he was now doing) but now in the end analysis the CEO could say "no" to him and he might argue his point but "no" from the CEO meant "No" or find yourself another place to work. 



Each time he had broached the subject with Claire of raising capital to start his own business Claire would inevitably have a reason why they couldn't afford it at that time and the usual reason had to do with something that the kids needed or they needed to move to a new house or something, sometimes Richard felt Claire would look for any reason to keep him in his secure job and even to a not overly sensitive man like Richard it was obvious she feared he would fail to make a success of his own business. 

She preferred he remain an employee where he made a good salary with bonuses and share options and little or no risk of their money involved. 



When they were courting she seemed as excited as he and encouraged him by making suggestions and they would talk into the night how they would create this wonderful company. When he had saved a sufficient amount for a deposit on a home and they married he again bought up the subject with Claire but she said that she wanted to have her children early and then enter the workforce when the youngest had reached five and then she would be earning some money to keep them and he would be free to pursue his dream without undue pressure to produce an immediate income.

He remembered hugging and kissing her and telling her over and over that she would never regret it and he was so lucky to have such a supportive wife. She almost immediately became pregnant with Robert and when he was about one year six months old she became pregnant with Emily.

Richard searched for a better job and already well known in the trade as an up and coming man in design he was almost immediately hired by Millburn Weaving a highly respected company in the trade first as the factory Manager and he grew from there.Claire mentioned it was now time to move to a bigger house. 



Richard spoke with Claire again in the seventh year when she had settled into a new job but she said that there was a better area that they could move to that had an excellent Public school for the children (Richard insisted that they get a public school education) so he really couldn't start a new business until the kids were settled and anyway they would need his income to qualify for the mortgage. 



Finally Richard gave up, and thought that until the children had finished university there would always be a reason that he couldn't start his own business but when they both graduated no matter what the excuse he was going to go ahead and realize his dream and if Claire didn't like it well it would just be tough luck.



Richard wanted to pursue his ideas, his designs with his capital and be answerable to no-one other than himself and the Lord. He was sure he could expand Millburn Weaving if it was his own and create more jobs. 

Another part of this adolescent dream was to build the most modern factory in the world that would satisfy his company needs but also the needs of his employees as well for much depended on their capabilities and their loyalty and they should be recognized as such. His dream would make them all shareholders of the business so they would be directly involved in its success and the more they succeeded the more they should be entitled to gain from the sweat of their brow.



There should be no misinterpretation in Richard's philosophy in life he was no soft touch liberal quite the opposite. He believed that if you treated your employees with respect and showed them that if they were prepared to work hard and sometimes sacrifice their time off for the benefit of the company, they should be well rewarded in direct proportion to their contribution to the success of the company.

Their self-esteem would be considerably higher as in fact they would be almost self-employed and it would reflect in their work and they would have to consider the progress of the company in their demands for a better salary or working conditions. James believed that there should be almost total harmony between the suits and the employees on the shop floor resulting in a higher return on the investment made in them by the company and naturally boosting the bottom line. No, James was an extremely ambitious man who didn't understand the logic that he should get to keep all the profits even though he had put up the funds (risk factor) and that no-one would share in its loss but this way they would share in the company's bad times just as much as in the good times.



Richard was feeling quite tired as he always tried to get home as soon as his business was finished and though he was only 75 miles from home he decided that he would stop for an hour or so in the next town he came to. Richard had a strange metabolism you would think that he would be searching for a diner for something to eat and some coffee but that didn't seem to affect Richard's alertness as much as a shot or two of Bourbon. He always carried a gizmo that would give him his alcohol blood ratio as if he lost his license he would be completely devastated and anyway he always though suppose he knocked someone over or had a car accident he would never forgive himself. 



He was approaching Topeka the State Capital he had been there many times and knew it quite well but he wanted to rest up in a nice quiet secluded bar. It was quite late but he knew rushing home would not find him next to Claire enjoying a session of frantic love making as always happened on his return from a trip as she was usually fast asleep at this time after her Friday night out with her work friends. 

This night out was a new phenomenon in their life together but Claire said that it relaxed her no end, just laughing and joking and the amount of men that would buy them drinks and flirt with them was quite a revelation to her. She said she was the most popular of the girls amongst these would be Romeos and subsequently was bought far too many drinks and was dragged on the dance floor so many times it did her self-esteem so good that at her age she could still attract that many men and even those that were considerably younger than her.



He had laughed at her and asked her if she had taken a good look at herself in the mirror recently. Her long curled blond hair and warm blue eyes were a good place to start. Her cheeky snub nose and full ruby red lips advanced her claim to beauty. 

Then there was her figure with a pair of generously sized full breasts "34D?" he had asked her. "Try 34E" she had replied and then to watch her body curve into a comparatively small 26" waist before blossoming out to her 34" hips, '36"' she had corrected him. 



Then there was those beautiful legs perched on 4" stilettos that she wore at all times as she claimed that they helped define her legs better and bought her height up to around 5'9" against his muscular 6'1" frame, her thighs were generous and firm while her feet were petit. She admitted that she had her breasts lifted as they were just so big that they had begun to sag prematurely now they were high and firm but she had no further cosmetic surgery.



Richard was a handsome man in his own right and he had more than one invitation from amongst his female employees especially at the annual office party when he would sneak away from the management party where all and sundry would spend the night sucking up to the CEO and the Directors on the board and go off and join the employees party on the shop floor he knew that they appreciated this gesture as no other Manager would dream of joining them. The truth was that Richard enjoyed their party more than with the suits they seemed to have a lot more fun and there was always a lot more laughter.



Richard noticed a neon lit sign directing to a bar named "Alone & Happy", well he had never been there before and it was highly unlikely he would bump into somebody he knew so directing his Buick Lacrosse CSX 3.6L four wheel drive that he had picked up in Detroit and was 100% made in America he turned right and he noticed a small boutique hotel/bar almost immediately on his right hand side. He drew up to an arrow pointing right for "Patron Parking Only" and turned in to find an out of the way spot so no drunk would nick his beautiful $40,000 2010 GM manufactured Buick.



He switched off the ignition and looking in the mirror and dragged a comb across his hair, boy did he look tired then before getting out of the car he reached his hand into the glove compartment and drew out an imposing Smith and Wesson .375 Magnum that he always took on his trips in case of muggings or theft and a pair of gloves that he would wear as it was a cold night. He never left his pistol unattended because the cautious man that he was he considered what if someone stole his car and found his gun and used it to hold up a store?



Getting out of the car he stuck the gun inside his trouser belt at the small of his back and covered it with his jacket. His father had taught him how to use and respect firearms at a young age. Richard was a very good shot and had earned trophies and cups to prove it. When he married Claire she convinced him to sell his weapon as she didn't like firearms in the house and they frightened her and Richard respected her wishes. 



Then when he was mugged on one of his trips to New Jersey, he applied for and received a license to carry a gun again and bought a .375 Magnum and though he hadn't lost his ability with a pistol he had to admit that he didn't really need to be that good a shot as his new pistol obliterated everything around it especially if it was loaded with 125-grain semijacketed, hollowpoints bullets as his was but you had to grip strongly with both hands because the recoil it produced could quite easily find you lying on your back.



Richard stretched his body luxuriously getting all the little knots that had gathered after being in the same position for too long then locked the car and made his way to the backdoor entry of the bar.

Even though he had been driving at night he still needed to close his eyes for ten seconds to accustom them to the ambient lighting of the bar which was extremely low. He let his eyes wander around the bar and though it was very attractively laid out with intimate seating arrangements of semi-circle booths with leather semi-circle sofas it was so extremely discreet that it was difficult to make out who the occupants in the booths were.



It didn't take Richard long to realize that he had stumbled on a pick up joint and/or a discreet place where cheaters could hide their shame. Now James was not a judgmental man he strongly believed in the saying in the bible 'you that are without sin cast the first stone' but this was not his scene so as to speak, what they did was their business but it was not something that he himself would do or condone, (the cheating part) so he decided it was better that he found somewhere more conducive to his taste and just as he turned his back to leave he heard the sound of laughter coming from the other side of the bar where the intimate booths were located.



Richard stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that laughter anywhere and he had absolutely no doubt that it was the sound of his wife laughing.

What was his wife doing so far from home and in such a place? Who was she with? He hadn't noticed her car in the car park but he then he hadn't been looking for it. James turned back and walked up to the bar, coolly sat on a bar stool, his eyes trying to make out who was with her and searching for some reason for her to be there while dismissing the obvious. Had she come for an event arranged by a friend or something and forgotten to tell him? Sure and pigs might fly he thought to himself.



"What will it be?" the bartender asked Richard.

"Make it a shot of Wild Turkey 101 please" Richard replied automatically.

"You got good taste we don't have many people ordering that particular brand, it's a connoisseur's drink you must know your Bourbons well."

"You got that right, help yourself to a drink while you're at it" Richard offered generously.

"If you don't mind, I'll take the money for it now and drink it later. I'll have a beer if that's OK?"

"Knock yourself out..." James responded as the bar tender went to pour his shot.

"You know sir..."

"Make that James, no one has knighted me yet and somehow I doubt they ever will" James said.

"OK James I might sell this particular brand of Bourbon about ten times a month and yet tonight I've sold it to two different people. Mind you the other person I sold it to comes here maybe twice a month on average and I can tell you she is one good looking lady!" The bartender told Richard

"Does she come by herself because if not I might go over and chat to her." Richard said searchingly still trying to make out who she was seated with.

"I hate to tell you this but you wouldn't stand a chance."

"Really and why would that be is she married and with her husband?" Richard asked

"Married definitely though no rings and always with the same man each time and they always 'sleep' the night leaving the next morning."

"What makes you think she's married?" Richard queried.

"When you've been in this business as long as I have, cheaters might as well have it tattooed on their forehead besides her lover looks to be about ten years her junior."

"How strange that such a good looking woman would choose a boy as her lover." James thought out aloud.

"You see it all the time and that's not all, I have seen her give him a few expensive gifts you know like a necklace, a bracelet and a ring all 18crt. Gold not plated the real thing, undoubtedly paid for by her shmo of a husband who probably breaks his balls working so she buy her lover little treats as proof of her affection. It makes me want to throw up, I can tell you and a nicer woman to talk with as you could ever meet it's a crying shame." The bartender said in some disgust.

"Ricky over here..." A patron at the other end of the bar shouted.

"Yes Sir right away... Excuse me James but I better get back to work it's been a pleasure talking to you." Ricky said.

"Right back at you Ricky..." James replied as Ricky made his way to the other side of the bar.

On his own James took a sip of his drink savoring the taste as it burned down to his belly helping to relieve the bile that was rising and as if making up his mind he went outside where he couldn't be heard or seen and rang his home phone number. 

"Hello, this is the Turner residence, Robert speaking"

"Hi Bob, how are things on the home front?" Richard asked

"Oh Hiya Dad didn't expect to hear or see from you until tomorrow how is everything on the road are you having a successful trip?" Robert replied the pleasure of speaking to his Dad evident in his voice.

"Why would you be expecting me tomorrow its Friday today and that is when I said I'd be back." Richard replied ignoring his son's question.

"Dad you've got your days mixed up today is Thursday, tomorrow is Friday."

"Heck! I must have missed out on a client, how on earth could I have made such a stupid mistake?" Richard replied upset that he would now have to turn around and see the client he had missed.




Providence



"Where are you talking from?" Bob asked. Richard thought for a minute if he told Bob the truth it would undoubtedly get back to Clare and that was something he didn't want her to know right now, he decided to ignore the question and instead asked.

"Put your mom on the phone I'd like to have a chat with her."

"Sorry, no can do. Mom said something about needing to spend the night with grandma and wouldn't be back until tomorrow."

"Well I can always get her on her cell phone I suppose."

"Nope Dad you can't do that either she's forgotten it by the hall phone."

"Then I'll call her at her Mom's" James said getting frustrated.

"Dad she told me and Emily that her mom wasn't feeling well and only in the case of a dire emergency to call there as we might wake up Grandma and Mom didn't want her to be disturbed.

She said she might call in later when she had her Mom settled for the night but not to bother staying up just in case it was too late. Would you like to leave a message just in case she phones?" Bob asked helpfully.

"No, Bob thanks for the offer but there really isn't anything that can't wait until tomorrow. Has Em gone to bed?"

"Yes, Dad about an hour ago she should be asleep by now, I wonder which customer you missed and why they didn't phone you from work?" Bob asked concerned.

"I must be going senile, I've seen all the clients but one finished up real early and I have been feeling tired lately so I went to sleep and that must be when I got my days mixed up. It'll be late when I get home tonight so I'll see you tomorrow give Em a kiss for me."

"I think I'd rather die."

"Come on Bob you're almost a man now there is no need for you to say things like that about your little sister, remember you're the man of the house when I'm away."

"I'm only teasing I know she's a good girl for a fourteen year old that is."

"Yes, old wise sage, now get yourself off to bed too it is beyond your bedtime my young man. Goodbye and take care of yourself and little Em while we are both away, it must be some emergency for Mom to leave you both" James said concernedly.

"Don't worry about a thing I've got everything under control you just get back home we all miss you. Bye Dad and good luck, if you're getting tired why don't you find yourself a Motel for the night and get home tomorrow instead?" Robert suggested.

"Sounds like a plan; I might just do that bye." And James closed the phone before going back into the bar he was determined to see who was with her but he didn't want her to know she had been caught out.



"Hit me again please Ricky..." And as Rick pored him another shot and took the money for it that James had left on the bar he just waited, he could now make out his wife quite clearly and she was made up to the hilt, she looked absolutely stunning in a low cut red cocktail dress, showing the tops and cleavage of her snow white breasts. For her to go to such lengths for Richard these days usually warranted a special occasion obviously not so for her lover but then he guessed if they only met a couple of times a month each time she must consider as special.



How he wasn't in a complete turmoil was quite beyond him. There was no doubt that Claire had made a cuckold out of him and not for the first time was something that he couldn't deny. 

She had betrayed him and lied to him, took the family's money to spend on gold jewelery for another man. This was so out of character and running on the assumption that the husband is always the last to know he wondered how many of their friends or family knew about the set of horns he was wearing and he couldn't help wondering why no one had told him.



His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the table where she was sitting scraping which indicated that she had enough booze and wanted to get to the desert and festivities and while ensuring he was still well hidden from her, he finally got to see who was with her. 

He had to do a double take to ensure that what he was seeing was what he was seeing the boy was one of their older friend's son, Josh, and Clare was behaving like a love sick teenager giggling at whatever he was telling her and all over him like a rash as they walked to the hotel reception to book a room.



"Good evening Ms Turner and how are you and Mr Turner tonight? The receptionist asked smilingly.

"I feeling just great and I have a distinct feeling that I'm going to be feeling a whole lot better in a little while." Claire answered squeezing Josh's hand as she looked up at him.

"Will you be booking your usual room Ms Turner...?"

"And where else would I go Sharon I just love this place?" Claire replied. 

"Well it's always a pleasure to see you Ms Turner, here are your keys, do you need anything from room service that I can arrange to have sent up to you? 

"No, not tonight thank you I think I've got all I need."

"Do you have any luggage that Frank here can help you with?" Sharon asked.

"No we'll just be staying the night and I have everything I need right here in my vanity case, my nightwear is rather flimsy just how Josh likes it isn't that right honey?" Claire said flirtingly.

"Sure is Claire... It sure is." And as they waited for the elevator flanked by Frank who had escorted them, Richard saw something he never in his life dreamed he would ever see. 



His wife Claire being taken into another man's arms and very publicly French kissed as they waited, Frank was clearly quite embarrassed though Richard wasn't sure what Frank was embarrassed about the kiss itself or seeing a middle aged woman acting like an adolescent about to be fucked by the school stud. It wasn't a pretty sight at all watching their tongues delve into each others mouth so passionately. Josh finished the kiss by rubbing then pinching Claire's firm beautiful ass.



"Wait till I get you upstairs Claire I have something very special for you tonight something more than junior down there..." He said in a voice that almost everyone could hear and as he stuck his crutch out in her direction."



The elevator arrived and giggling they got in Richard watched the elevator climb by the old fashioned arrow like indicator until it reached the top floor of the small hotel.

Richard stood thinking his heart breaking as he watched this disgusting scene unfold in front of him and everyone else in the bar that cared to look but no one could tell how deeply affected he was as his face gave away nothing no emotions whatsoever. He finally made up his mind and moved to the reception.



"Excuse me mam...? Richard said tentatively to Sharon.

"Yes sir, how may I help you?" the pretty receptionist asked with a radiant smile on her face.

"The couple who just checked in to room 420 that wouldn't be Mr and Ms Spencer would it? They usually take that room and they are friends of mine." Richard asked innocently, the room number Richard plucked from nowhere he had absolutely no idea which was Claire's usual room.

"You have the room number right but that isn't Mr & Ms Spencer I'm afraid I don't recall that name at all but I am relatively new here. Would you like me to ask the Manager if Mr and Ms Spencer have checked in tonight as I've only just come on duty?" Sharon asked helpfully.

"No that's OK it's just that the woman looked so much like Ms Spencer though I must admit I didn't get a good look at her companion and coming to think of it he didn't have the same physique as Mr Spencer, thank you for the offer anyway."

"Will you want a room for tonight, we aren't very busy Mr...?" The receptionist asked trying to determine his name.

"Richard, my name is Richard and though I do feel a little tired I'm only a few miles from home so I think I'm up to driving the remainder of the way, again thanks for asking." Richard replied and turned back toward the bar, when he had gone a few steps he glanced back and saw that Sharon was headed in the direction of the back office and Frank must have gone outside as he was nowhere to be seen so as he reached the bar he tossed down the remainder of his drink, said good night to Ricky picked up his money and put his gloves back on and as the field was clear he made his way to the elevator and pressed the button to summon it and watched its progress as it descended.



He got in and punched the appropriate button and standing with his back against the rear of the elevator was once more deep in thought. 



Providence he thought is a strange and wonderful thing for it could only be Providence that was controlling events tonight that wanted to warn him and show him things he never even suspected. It must be Providence that bought him to this small hotel maybe one could consider that as pure chance. But was it also pure chance that had his wife decide to come here with her lover on the exact same night and was it pure chance that he got his days mixed up? 

And pure chance that the bartender discussed Claire with him, a complete stranger, and again pure chance that he guessed the correct room number where she was staying the night with her lover? And could pure chance also ensure that the receptionist, Sharon, was new and inexperienced or she would have known better than to confirm Claire's room for him? 

The odds against such a series of the events happening solely through pure chance were probably incalculable. Providence's hand was in this of that Richard was absolutely positive and it would be Providence that would see how this night would end.



The elevator doors opened at the top floor and he was greeted with two sets of arrows rooms 401 to 410 were to his right Richard turned left and made his way down the hall way. He had no problem with locks he could easily and quietly break into their room as long as the key wasn't in the lock on the other side of the door all he needed was a credit card.

As he approached 420 he took one out of his wallet and as he turned to face the door he noticed the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging from the door handle he also noticed that Josh had obviously not kicked the door hard enough for it to close and it was still ever so slightly ajar.



'Well now it looks like providence has given me an open invitation and who am I to refuse?' Richard slowly took the gun out from his belt with his right hand and very quietly slipped into the room and closed the door behind him locking it without making a sound. 

The scene that greeted him was not unusual under the circumstances Claire had removed her fire engine red cocktail dress and was exposing a very sexy set of black lacy, silk underwear. The bra struggled to push her big breasts out creating what must have been a beautifully sexy view of her cleavage which Josh's naked body was obstructing as they kissed passionately their bodies rubbing against one another dry humping. 



Claire was also wearing black silk stockings with the seams running down the back and a small corset that held them up. She was wearing the smallest pair of knickers that he had ever seen her in and a pair of fire engine red patent leather shoes that had matched her dress with her trademark 4" stilettos. 

Richard was starting to get aroused by the scene in front of him rarely had he seen his wife look so sexy in a very long time. He could hear what Claire was saying as she kissed Josh with a voice thick with lust and desire. 

She was always vocal when she was about to be fucked and she loved to French kiss something she liked to do for as long as possible she had been that way since they were courting though she wasn't so involved in foreplay these days at least not with him and now he knew why or at least he knew part of the reason why.



"Well big boy what is so special that you are going to give me tonight besides your beautiful big, thick cock?" Claire said as Richard watched her hand slide between their bodies and obviously starting to stroke Josh's thick big cock.

"You like my cock don't you Claire? Is it bigger than your husband's puny little worm? Do you suck his cock like you enjoy sucking mine it is probably no problem to take his to the root I bet he doesn't choke you like you choke on mine? Oh my God Claire you sure know how to give a man a good wank you're the best I've had by a country mile... Oh yesssss... you were born to wank men!" Josh said his voice quivering with excitement and obviously very aroused. His hands were now inside Claire's bra trying to get her breasts out.

"You've got to undo the bra from the back Josh my tits are just too big for this bra" Claire giggled "and then I want you to suck and bite on them. I'd love for you to leave your mark but Richard will be expecting a good fuck from me after his trip and he's neither a blind nor is he a stupid man." Claire said to Josh passionately.

"I don't know about stupid part he hasn't a clue about us the thick bastard. You haven't answered my question who do you prefer to fuck and suck, me, or your old man Richard the dick head?" Josh said laughing at his play on words.

"You know who I prefer, whose cock I like having inside my cunt and between my breasts and in my mouth, you've no competition in that department I assure you, God you feel like granite, I want you to mount your bitch and give her a good ride, you know I'll be thinking of you tomorrow night when I'm with Richard. I'm always thinking of you when he fucks me these days it helps me orgasm faster, I'm going to have to be careful that I don't let your name slip when I cum!" Claire was truly overcome with arousal and lust it had been a long time since he had seen her so desperate to be fucked.



Richard couldn't believe that neither of them had even noticed that he had entered the room and was standing there all be it in a shadow and listening to their every word and watching their every sickening movement as Josh played with Claire's now naked breasts and Claire wanking Josh's hard cock while they French kissed. Each of Claire's crude words demeaning him were like a dagger in his heart each word pushing it in deeper until he could hardly breathe. 



How blind and stupid and vain and unobservant he must be that he hadn't the slightest clue of how Claire saw him or felt about him or disrespected him and their family? He didn't know this Claire and he didn't want to know her this wasn't the mother of two beautiful and bright kids this was an out and out middle aged slut. 

The initial arousal he felt was the same as he would feel watching any two people with beautiful bodies making out but that was well and truly killed off by listening to the two of them as they disparaged him and obviously disrespected him. 



Richard had seen and heard enough it was time to bust up this sex scene by pouring a jug of cold water on the two of them but he didn't want a scream to come out from either of them, nobody was to know what was about to happen, not now not in this Hotel not ever if he could help it.



"Scream or attempt to go for the phone and lover boy here is a dead man. Do you understand what I'm saying my loving wife?" Richard growled coming out from the shadow into the light.

Claire jumped and pushed Josh away from her as she starred at her husband whose gun was pointed directly at Josh's balls.

"What...? How...? You are meant to be on the road? What are you doing here? How did you find out? This isn't want you are thinking! Give me a chance to explain? Josh get dressed and go home NOW! Richard and I have to talk, I must explain..." Claire gibbered hardly believing her eyes but she was now as sober as a judge.

"Make one move lover boy and I will kill you, don't doubt what I'm saying to you for a single second. Shit head you've watched reruns of "Dirty Harry haven't you?" Richard growled.

"Uhhhh... Yes sir" Josh said as he lost control of his bowels and pissed on the floor some landing on Claire's red shoes. Josh was crying from fear which was exactly what Richard had wanted.

Ignoring Josh's plight and his wife's crying Richard said to Josh.

"Then I take it you've seen what a Smith & Wesson .375 Magnum can do when fired at the face? Well let me assure you that it is nothing in comparison to what it can do to your cock and balls that you were about to use on my wife. If you don't do exactly what I tell you to do I will use it first on your genitals and you can kiss them goodbye as I assure you they will no longer be a part of your body. It will be very messy, bloody that is the only drawback and then I'll think of doing the same to your head but I may just allow you to live a Eunuch's life if you get to a hospital fast enough.

Oh and don't think the hospital will somehow be able to put it back for you, that will be quite impossible as your cock will be like shredded wheat. Now you have seen what it can do to a head in the movies? Well let me tell you that isn't just movie effects this little friend that I've got here can split your head in two that's if it doesn't part it from your shoulders completely which will be left to roll around the floor as you watch your body wondering around because it'll take a couple of seconds for your brain to drain from what little blood that is left in it do you understand me boy?" Richard said in an analytical manner as both Claire and Josh were now crying. 

"Now you just stand where you are absolutely still and don't utter a single solitary word, I'll get back to you in just a minute."



"Claire my darling loving wife you said that it wasn't want I was thinking right?"

"Yes Richard you must listen to me everything is going to be OK you'll see when I have had a chance to explain everything to you. Please put the gun away honey before you hurt someone..."

"Oh there is no reason to explain anything why it's so obvious I should have thought of it myself. I'm dreaming is that want you want to tell me? No, it's too real for a dream and lover boy here is still stark naked and there's the cock that you were just wanking and you are still half naked with your tits hanging out that you wished Josh could leave his mark on. So it can't be a dream, look I'll pinch myself, no, I felt that I'm definitely wide awake. 

Wait a minute I could be having hallucinations when you told lover boy how much better he is as a lover and how when we fuck you're imagining that you're fucking him so you can orgasm faster! 

You stupid slut. You idiot, selfish, self-centered whore, you've destroyed everything, everything that we've spent 18 years building. You've destroyed our family, our parents, our friends all for a fucking cock? So what is it that you are going to talk to me about, to explain to me that will make everything all right again?" Richard asked in a voice mixed with feigned wonderment, outright cynicism and blistering anger.



"Sir..." came a squeak from Josh " May I now put my clothes on and go home. I think that this is between you and your wife and I have really nothing to do with it. She seduced me at one of our parties some months ago when you were away on a trip and I couldn't resist. I swear nobody will get to know anything about us I won't say a word I swear to..." Josh was saying as fast as he could, trying desperately to get out of the insane situation he found himself in with an equally insane and very dangerous man.



Richard wheeled on him his eyes blazing with anger as he said in a very quiet voice

"Did I hear you say something Josh? What was the last thing I told you?"

"You said for me to stand where I was and not move a muscle or...utter..."

"Go on Josh continue, I'm listening to you boy." Before Josh had a chance to continue what he was saying Richard raised his gun and pointed it at Josh's head.

"Richard for God's sake don't kill him, please I beg you put your gun away you'll spend the rest of your life paying for it. He isn't worth it let him go, NOW!" Claire all but screamed at Richard.




Providence



"If I were you, I would save my pleas for my own life. I'm just going to give this boy a lesson that one day he'll thank me for. 



You see Josh there is nothing for free in life, everything that you do in life has consequences some good, some bad and some terrible. There are major consequences for taking another man's wife, ruining their lives and the lives of their children!" Richard said as he approached a now cowering Josh who was trying to cover his balls as he cried, sobbed and begged for his life. 

When Richard was within striking distance he punched Josh with an uppercut with the gun in his hand. There was a sickening sound as he broke his jaw and laid Josh out flat on his back.

"Don't pass out on me Josh your lesson has just begun and I wouldn't want you unconscious for the rest of it or you won't learn anything about consequences" he said as he kicked him between his legs with such force on his naked genitals it would be surprising if he hadn't inflicted some serious damage.



Richard was watching his wife who was within his peripheral vision as she was trying to reach the phone, if she could just get it off the hook the hotel switchboard might send someone up to see if everything was alright, with her head turned away from Richard she didn't notice that he had moved up Josh's body who after throwing up was dry retching and coughing and spluttering but not yet unconscious. 

Richard reckoned he had enough time and with all the strength he could muster kicked Josh's rib cage and was rewarded with another sickening sound of a crack as he broke two of Josh's ribs with the one well-placed kick.



The sound caused Claire to stop and turn around to see what had happened, what she saw was Richard pointing the gun at her and the sound of him pulling back the hammer.



"I wouldn't do that if I were you Claire you just might get yourself killed..." Richard said with a voice as hard as steel looking her dead in the eyes. She could see no emotion in those eyes not a flicker almost as if she was looking into the eyes of a dead man. She lowered her own and moved away from the phone. Richard slowly released the hammer on his gun.



Richard wasn't finished with Josh, nearly, but not quite.



"When you make a cuckold out of a man, a real man, you take away something indescribable from him. It is a combination of his honor, his ego, his self-esteem, his self-respect and that unique sense of being a man it all just disappears, I don't know if I will ever get it back, feel like a man again..." Richard continued as he hefted another kick right between Josh's legs and then picking him up by his neck like a rag doll though they were about the same size and build with his left hand he punched him twice in quick succession in both eyes that immediately began to swell as he still was carrying his gun in his right hand. 



That had been what can be best described as the coup de grace for Josh because as he let Josh go he crumbled to the floor unmoving, unfeeling, unconscious.

Richard gave him another parting kick to the other side of his rib cage and the resulting crack could be heard as Richard broke more of Josh's body. 



Claire's emotions couldn't take anymore, she was sure that it would now be her turn and her body in a last ditch effort to save her as she was going into emotional overload switched off and she went into a dead faint, crumbling to the floor.

Richard looked first at Josh and was satisfied that he had taught that boy a lesson he was not about to forget in a very long time. He would be out for about fifteen minutes he reckoned maybe longer but he doubted that he had inflicted any permanent damage even with the kicks to his genitals.

A youth's body was resilient and time would heal what wounds Richard had inflicted on him. A few broken ribs, he'd need his jaw rewired and his body would be receiving it's nourishment through a straw for a while and his genital area would be heavily bruised and he wouldn't be able to see clearly as the bruises to his eyes would close them but all would heal with time in the end unlike him God only knew when he would heal that is if he ever did.



He sighed it was time for the finale of this terrible evening, he went into the adjoining bathroom and filled a glass full of water came back to where Claire was lying and with his boot moved her onto her back he spilled the contents of the glass on to her face. Claire sputtered and flung her arm over her eyes as she came too. In an instant it all came back to her and as if by reflex she looked over at Josh and was relieved to see that he was still breathing. Richard sat down next to her.



"I told you both that I was going to give him a lesson in consequences it will be a long time before he ever considers taking another man's wife and life away from him. He is a big stupid asshole but I think he will learn the lesson I gave him while he recuperates in hospital. 

You my sweet Claire are not going to be so fortunate. But before I kill you I want to know just one thing if you give me a satisfactory response I will turn the gun on myself. 



Why? 



I just can't make any sense out of it. Josh isn't as handsome as I am, his cock is smaller, he has fuck all intelligence, he wouldn't recognize witty or smart if it was to slap him in the face in fact other than that he is younger than me he hasn't got a single thing going for him. 

And don't try and tell me he is a better lover than me because I know from his body language that he isn't. So why stake everything you have in your life for this piece of shit?" Richard asked almost pleadingly.



Claire looked into Richard's eyes and she could see him in them again but he hadn't put his gun away and she knew that her answer was going to cost either his life or her life and for the first time that night she knew that he meant what he said and the strangest thing struck her Richard was right about Josh and she really didn't have an explanation to give him. She was bored with her life, she was frightened of growing old and ugly, because she could, these were some of the reasons but only a fool would gamble everything they had on what amounted to an ego boosting whim and Richard knew that Claire was no fool so her answer would condemn her.



"Richard do your worst because there is no reason that justifies what I have done to you but I'm going to plead with you to spare my life for your own good and that of your children. If you kill me you will be robbing them of both their parents for you will surely be caught and if you aren't sentenced to death you will certainly spend the rest of your life behind bars, what then will happen to the children?"

"Nice try Claire but I don't see it that way. Sure I can be put at the same hotel as you and lover boy but no one has seen me approach you and no one has seen me go into the elevator and come into your room there is no sign of a forced entry. 

You might have noticed that I'm wearing gloves so there will be no prints left behind and my registered gun I threw away a long time ago because you kept bugging me about it the kids can attest to that. 

What the cops will get out of this is strictly circumstantial evidence of opportunity which I won't attempt to deny and I intend to head home as soon as I'm done, the kids will be asleep by the time I arrive and I have no intention of wakening them so the cops can't establish a time line from when I was last seen at the bar until I got home. 

There is absolutely no evidence at all of murder and no murder weapon as for the sound of the two shots I need I think I can muffle them sufficiently so that they don't draw too much attention. The cops might know that I killed you and Josh but believe me they will not be able to prove it and with Paul Cohen, probably the best criminal lawyer in America, as my defense lawyer and who also happens to owe me a favor I think I can beat the system and get off completely vindicated and I can act the bereaved husband role very well all I have to do is rerun tonight and watching you and Josh in my head and honestly I believe I could even cry.

You are spoiled goods what we call in the trade seconds and I know you are of no worth to me I don't want you anywhere near Em your influence might harm her and her future in life. She is well behaved, well-mannered and well educated and who is only now a woman in the biological sense of the word but not the mental or emotional sense of the word, just when she needs her mother most, her mother decides to become a slut and chase strange cock.

What would happen if she were to ever see you with Josh or whoever will take his place she might find your behavior acceptable enough to emulate as you would have to ask her to lie to me and you would have to justify your lie for her to accept it. 

As for Bob, I'm not so worried about him, he is fast becoming the man that I always hoped him to be and their grandparents will take care of them as they are excellent examples of God fearing, respectful and moral people. 

Sorry Claire if I have let you down by getting older but only God can give and take away youth and I'm far from being God. No I'll take my chances, your explanation isn't good enough, do you want to pray for forgiveness and mercy, I can give you a couple of minutes."

"I beg you Richard don't do this thing it'll haunt you for the rest of your life..."

"I take it you have nothing to ask of the Lord so Claire, don't worry I'll pray that God forgives you because I sure as hell won't. Goodbye..." 



Richard wrapped the gun with a pillow and placed it to Claire's forehead between her eyes she couldn't see a thing or feel anything other than the soft pillow she heard him pull back the hammer on his gun she was paralyzed with fear but she closed her eyes as Richard squeezed the trigger, Claire was expecting to hear the shot release from its chamber but what they both heard was the sound of the hammer hit a dud bullet.

Richard looked down the barrel of his gun as if wondering what had happened then Claire who had her eyes closed waiting for the second shot heard Richard say,



"Claire, do you believe in Providence?" 

"You want to have a fucking philosophical discussion with me before you kill me?" Clare asked incredulously tears streaming down her face.

"Just answer the question do you believe in providence?" Richard insisted.

"It just so happens that I do." Claire replied a glimmer of that most illustrious human trait 'hope' returning to her for the first time since she was convinced he was going to kill her.

"Well you're lucky because you see I do and what is more I believe that I fired the gun on a dud bullet because Providence, that superior being that has been evident all evening is giving me a message; it isn't your time to die and I would be a fool to tempt Providence. I don't kill you means I don't kill Josh either" Richard moved the gun out of his right hand and stuck it back in the small of his back and covered it with his jacket.



Claire was softly weeping, it isn't easy to stare death in the face and remain alive she softly thanked God over and over with entreaties that never again would she break his commandments. 

"I have a few instructions Claire and they are to be followed to the letter do you understand me? Do you realize how serious I am about what you have done? Do you fully realize had it not been for Providence you would be dead right now?" Richard said as if speaking to a child.

"Yes Richard I'll do whatever you say..." Claire said thankfully.

"Good, I'm going to leave the hotel by the window, I'll find a way of climbing down and into my car and head back home. You are going to have to call an ambulance for lover boy he will have some interior haemorrhaging around the eyes and at his crutch. You are to give me a ten minutes start then call reception and tell them that you caught a burglar entering your room from the window and he beat Josh up took all your jewelery and money and left as he came by the window. Now give me everything you've got of value including your credit cards and go over to lover boy and retrieve all the presents you gave him and anything else he has of value.



Quickly Claire gave Richard all her jewellery and her wedding bands that she had left in her vanity case before gingerly moving over to Josh and stripping him of his necklace, rings and bracelets before going through his wallet and taking out about $20 he was carrying and passed them to Richard.

"His cell phone too.

Now listen to me really carefully, if Josh or you mention my name to the hotel or police and they come after me I promise you that within 24 hours of the police touching me or holding me you will be both dead. Make no mistake Claire I mean every word I'm saying, are we clear on that?"

"Yes Richard I swear your name will not be mentioned and I'll make sure that Josh gets the message loud and clear. But what will I say to his parents?"

"Try something really radical like telling them the truth, just make sure my name isn't mentioned. Tomorrow when you have sorted Josh and explained the situation to his parents you are to come home where you will explain to Bob and Emily that you no longer love me and have met another man who you have fallen in love with and you have decided you can no longer live without him so you are leaving home. 

Not one word more or one word less. Josh's parents are bound to figure out the truth but if you stick to your story with the kids and Josh sticks with his story about the burglar there will be no problem."

"Richard you can't be serious, I can't tell my children that I'm leaving them and you for another man they will hate and despise me and where will I go, I can't go to my parents as I would have to tell them the truth." Claire said as she began to sob again.

"I have given you your options it is for you to choose but as sure as you are sitting there I mean every word I say. Do you think for one second that I could live with you under the same roof after what I have seen and heard tonight? Do you think that I will somehow transform my character to that of a cuckold and a wimp for you to betray and humiliate again? If you do then all I can say is you have no idea not a clue of the character of the man you married." Richard said forcefully.

"Providence may not be so kind to you the next time round and Josh got off with just a thorough beating. But what is that in comparison to what he has done to a once happy and loving family and their complete destruction, I believe I have shown a great deal of self-restraint and he got off easy. 

Whatever you decide is up to you, now I'm leaving and whenever you show up at home I'll be waiting and Claire you underestimated me once don't try a second time because I assure you there will be no place that you can run or hide that my friends won't find you and when they do I assure you that I'll have a 100% fool proof alibi because I will either be in Jail or I'll arrange to be with your parents when the deed is done. 

Whenever you show up I'll have already discreetly backed your bags for you so come prepared to take them and anything else that belongs to you and as for divorce, I'll appoint my own lawyer and you can do what you want. The house will remain the family home for the kids I want them disturbed as little as possible, what you do is your business, remember that you have set all this in motion not me and I have not a single intent of paying you any more either financially or emotionally. 

Now do you fully understand what the consequences you are going to have to pay for your affair with Josh and everything I have said?" Richard concluded in a balanced, modulated voice that gave even more credence to what he said coming from the head and not from his emotions not from his heart.

"Yes Richard, I understand everything I know that what Josh and I have done is inexcusable I wish I could say something to ease your pain but there is nothing that I can come up with, you have already said it all.

I don't know when I'll be a home tomorrow a lot will depend on Josh and his parents as they are going to want an explanation of what we were doing together in a hotel when the burglar broke in and they are not going to be very happy with the conclusion that I have nothing to dissuade them from reaching.



Let us not discuss divorce, I have no intention of re-marrying in the foreseeable future if ever and I doubt that you have plans in the direction either. I know I don't have to tell you but make sure you take good care of our children and the fact that they are such good people today is a result of the manner they were bought up which is of some solace to me.

I know you don't believe we have anything further to say to one another but I believe we do. It will do us both good to at least have some form of closure for you more than for me. Promise me that you will think about that is all I can ask so we can both put it behind us.

I never in my life thought I would see a day that you would shoot me and, yes Richard you shot me, and if it had not been for Providence I would be dead right now. I can tell you that when you have looked death in the face a million regrets go through your mind. 

I know I have thrown it all away, everything I had including all I helped to build and the most wonderful and loving husband a woman could wish for with your big loving heart and for me to drive you to that extreme that you were quite prepared to kill me, well like I said I have no excuses but I must have lost all focus on what is important in life in our lives yours and mine and our children. 

You will not suffer any more I assure you, I accept and believe everything you have told me and I will follow your instructions to the letter and I will make absolutely sure that Josh does the same. Claire had been sobbing softly as she said what she needed to say.

"We'll leave any further discussion of this episode when I have fully absorbed what has happened and when I'm ready I will give some thought to what you have just said about closure and getting along with our lives. As for you seeing the children let's just wait and see what their reaction will be to you mea culpa tomorrow." Richard said his emotions exhausted by the evening.



And without another word Richard slipped out the window and found it quite easy to shimmer down the four floors to the ground unnoticed, get into his car and drive away eager to get home where he might find some semblance of sanity to cling to before he lost his mind completely.



As I come to close this sad tale of Richard and Claire there is one thing I didn't mention. It concerns Richard's father's gun lessons that the reader might find to be instructive.

Richard's dad as I mentioned respected guns and was very security conscious about those he had in his collection and he passed this on to his son who followed every word his wise dad had ever told him.

His Dad had taught Richard an additional safety measure that he should take when there were children in the house or when he might be drunk and angry on a night out when he became a teenager and was not thinking properly and that was to always keep the first chamber of his gun empty which Richard still did to this day out of habit.



He had never intended to kill Claire nor would he, but she would never know that and the fear he had put into her heart would ensure that she think out all the consequences of her future actions before making an irrational decision again. Richard was sure that everything he demanded from her she would fully comply.

There would be no divorce courts giving her the children, taking off him his house and obliging him to pay her alimony to spend on her present and future lovers. And arguments and blackmail on visitation rights and lawyers making a packet and destroying their financial security. Claire was sure that she had driven him beyond endurance and he was not frightened to kill her if he felt he needed to.




Providence



And what about Richards belief in the amazing power of Providence? Well sometimes it might be wise to preempt its direction with a helping hand.

THE END