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Fantasies Can Be Dangerous

By: crisscross2037



 A very special thanks to dth7018 who worked so hard and gave up so much of his summer time to make this story happen, Thank you.








My name is Stan Hanson; my wife is Ronda.  We were married twenty five years when she decided to give life a fling and threw away everything and every dream we ever had together; all because of our fantasies.

Before I get started telling you our story, let me tell you a little about us. I'm 48; Ronda is 46. I'm 5' 10" and 185 lbs.; salt-and-pepper hair and brown eyes. M wife is 5' 7" and 130 lbs; a few extra pounds, but all in the right places. Her butt and breasts are still firm and her face makes her look easily in her mid thirties. She has deep Auburn, shoulder-length hair. After having had two children (a boy, David, and a girl, Caroline, neither of which are at home any longer; our daughter, twenty-four, graduated from college with a degree in business and our son, twenty-three, is working and going to school to earn a degree in design engineering), she still looks great. My wife has worked for an advertising agency for the past seven years. I'm the warehouse superintendent for a large expediting company. 

I started noticing a change in her sexual behavior about five or six months before things started really going to hell. It all started one night when we were in bed building up to having sex, which we did at least three times a week. Even at our age, it would have been hard to turn her down once she got me in bed, even after all these years. She started asking me if I ever had any fantasies while we were having sex. I asked, "Like what?" Snuggling up close now, "Well, you know, like do you ever think about someone else while your fucking me?" 

I said, "I suppose I have over the years."

She said, "But you don't do it that often, is that it?" 

I said, "Yah, just once in a great while. Why; do you think of other guys while I'm fucking you?" 

Giggling she said, "Lately, I have been."

"And what do you think about with these other guys?"

Smiling, she said, "You won't get mad at me, will you?" 

"Of course not! Why should I, as long as it's just a fantasy and not something you're actually doing? What harm is there in thinking about something?"

"Of course I'm not doing the things I think about. But it does really make me hot for you when I'm thinking about my fantasy and your fucking me."

"Well, are you going to tell me, or are we going to make love and you tell me as we go along?"

"Uuummm, let's get started and I'll pretend your my fantasy." Sliding down on the bed, she started stroking my cock and licking my flared cock head. 

I'm an average seven inches and fairly thick. Ronda has always said I was plenty for her. Now she was sucking my cock head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around in the deep rim. My hands were on her head, my fingers woven in her long auburn hair. I moaned, "Oh god baby; yes suck my cock like you love him."

Moaning, she pulled off saying, "I do love a nice big cock like yours. It's really big and hard tonight. I can't wait to feel your huge cock fucking my pussy, stretching it, making me cry out. It's hurting me, it's too big for me to take." 

I knew then she was having her fantasy of a very big cock. 

Going along with her in her fantasy, I pulled her head down saying, "Suck my big balls dry. Choke on my big fat cock." I started pushing into her mouth and down her throat until she gagged. 

Then before I could cum in her mouth, she pulled off, rolling onto her back saying, "Fuck me with that huge cock.  Fuck me like I've never been fucked."

I said, "Is your husband's cock as big as mine?" 

Moaning as I shoved my cock into her, "No! Oh my god no! Yours is huge; it's too big for me! It's hurting me. Please, it's too big!" 

As I slammed it all the way into her, she was screaming, "Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me hard! Cum in me. Ooh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your huge cock!" 

"I started pumping my load of cum into her pussy as she was having her second orgasm. I rolled off of her and we were lying there in the dark. I asked her if she had enjoyed that huge fat cock fucking her. 

She giggled, "Honey, I've wanted to say those things to you for so long. I couldn't believe how it made me feel to say those things out loud. Thank you honey, for allowing me to have my fantasy. But even better was when you joined in with me. That made it seem so real. It was great!"

I lay there thinking; wondering if she had ever had a really big cock lately and this was her way of telling me how it had made her feel and the things she had said to whomever it was that had fucked her with a huge cock. Maybe she hadn't already done it, but had someone in mind and was pretending it was him that was fucking her. Stop. Time out. I'm thinking crazy now. "Ronda had never given me any reason to ever wonder about where she was or what she might be doing, so don't even go there", I told myself. 

The fantasies continued. Every time we made love, they kept getting more realistic. She had gotten into calling out men's names as we made love. I mentioned the fact that it was starting to bother me, her calling out all these different men's names every time we made love. I said "I have a name too, Rhonda." 

She flipped it off, "Honey, it's only fantasy. You're not jealous of make believe men, are you?

Mumbling, "No, I guess not. It's just beginning to sound so real to me, is all."

As time went on, month after month she became more graphic in her description of how she liked each guys cock; how he tasted, how much he came, how big his cock was and how much she enjoyed fucking his big, fat cock every night.

This went on for over four months. Then one night, after we had had a super hot fuck fantasy involving a black man with a super huge cock like the guys online on the porn sites, we were lying there when she said, "Honey, do you think we have a really good marriage?" 

I said, "Of course! We've weathered some pretty tough times together when we were first married. If it hadn't of been strong, it would have failed then, don't you think? Why what made you ask me that?"

I heard her sigh then say, "Please don't get mad at me, but I'm going to ask you something."

I thought, "Oh hell, I hope it's not what I'm thinking!"

I said, "Okay, as long as you can accept the answer, no matter what it might be." 

She hesitated then said, "Honey, I would like to take our fantasies a step further, but only if you approve, okay?" 

I said cautiously, "What do you have in mind, honey?" Now she was acting a little nervous, and I was beginning to not like what I was about to hear.

"Well I think our marriage is very strong. I've been wondering if men still think I'm attractive." 

I said, "Of course they do! Haven't you noticed lately?"

She said,"I mean, men other than you."

"Oh honey, I'm sure they do. My taste in women isn't all that bad, so just trust my judgment."

"I was going to ask you if it would be okay with you if I went out alone, just to see if any guys would come on to me."

"Hell no, it's not all right with me! That could be very dangerous to you! Hell, you don't know what kind of guy might slip you a date rape drug and rape you or worse, even kill you!"



"Oh honey, it's not that bad. I have girl friends at work that go out and date every week end. Nothing happens to them that they don't want to have happen." 

I said "No honey. I think our fantasies have been good so far, and that's as far as we should go with them."

She said, "I didn't want a real date. I just wanted to feel better about myself by having a stranger hit on me is all." "After a couple of dances and maybe a drink with him I would come home to you as always."

I said "No Rhonda. I'm not going along with this. This is starting to become reality, not a fantasy, and I'm not okay with it. We have talked about this many times over the years and you know how I feel about infidelity. If I ever found out you had cheated on me, our marriage would be over. You agreed it would be over if I ever cheated on you, which I never have. So please don't go there. Let's just drop the subject."

Things were a little cool the rest of the week. We only spoke when we were spoken to or had some home business to take care of. I couldn't believe Rhonda was acting this way over my being against her going out on dates while I sit at home. It's just not going to happen. I told her if she wants to date other men, it will be after our divorce. And I wouldn't be sitting home waiting for her to come home to have her fantasy. If she were going to date other men, I would start seeing other women.

After I laid that on her she said in a huff, "I had no idea you wanted to see other women. Is this something you've been wanting to do, or is it because of what I want?"

I said, "I just figured what's good for you is good for me. It would only be until our divorce became final, then one of us would be moving out and it wouldn't make any difference."

Looking at me she said, "Are you serious Stan? After all these years, you would divorce me over wanting to see if guys would hit on me? It's not like I would be fucking them you know."

I hated where this was going, but I had to try to get it across to her how serious it was that she not do this. I said. "Rhonda, put yourself in my place. You're sitting home alone. I'm out drinking and dancing with women I'm meeting in bars. Would you be thinking: 'He's just dancing and having a couple of drinks and will come home to me,' or would you be thinking: 'He might be fucking those women?' They're all there looking for some guy to buy drinks and fuck them; you know that as well as I do." 

She glared at me saying, "Well, I wouldn't be there looking to be fucked and I can't believe you would believe it enough to throw our marriage away by thinking I would be."

I said, "Damn it, Rhonda! Once you're out there looking for some guy to hit on you and I'm sitting at home, in my mind he is going to fuck you and nothing you could say will get that out of my head. Once it's in there it's in there. As far as I would be concerned, you had fucked him and that would be the end of our marriage. So please don't go there." 

Rhonda got out of bed saying, "I can't believe you would end our marriage over something like this."

As she left the bedroom I said, tuning over, "Believe it."

I spent most of the rest of the weekend in my home office on the PC. Rhonda spent much of hers talking to friends on the phone. There wasn't much else that we needed to say to each other. I had made it pretty damn plain where I stood on her wanting to go out alone to see other guys. I just hoped she had realized how serious the situation was.

Then on Friday, I was already home when Rhonda called saying she was going to stop for one drink with her friends. I said, "You know how I feel about this Rhonda, but if it's only for one drink, okay. But don't take my agreeing to having one drink as a go-ahead to stay and party with your girlfriends. If you want to go out dancing and drinking, I'll take you out tomorrow night and we'll dance, have a few drinks and get crazy when we get home."

She was quite then said, "Okay honey, we'll do that." 

I told her to be careful, and then she hung up. No "I love you", or "I'll see you in a little while."

I was sitting in the family room when she came staggering in at close to midnight. She stopped when she saw me sitting there, and then said, "Don't start on me, Stan. I needed to get out for awhile. Now I'm going to bed. We'll talk in the morning,"

"We don't really have anything to talk about Rhonda. You said you were going to have one drink and then you were coming home. You lied, so what is there to talk about? We talked Tuesday night in bed, so you know how I'm feeling. As far as I'm concerned, right now I feel like you have been out fucking some guy. That's how I feel. And nothing you're going to say is going to get that out of my head."

As she turned to walk away, I said, "That had to have been the biggest fucking drink in the world. It took you seven fucking hours to drink it, unless of course you weren't just drinking all that time." 

She shot me a killer look saying, "Stan, I'm not going to argue with you now and I wasn't fucking some guy. I danced and had a couple drinks. I'll admit I kissed him a couple of times and let him feel me up thinking he was making me hot for when I got home to you, but I can see you're not in the mood for any fantasy love making." Then she staggered down the hall towards our bedroom. 

I said, "I didn't realize I needed some stranger in a bar to prime my wife to have sex with me. For twenty five years I was under the false impression I was all she needed."



I slept on the sofa and was up and gone before Rhonda got up. I didn't even want to see her or be around her this morning. I knew we were going to have it out, but I didn't want it to be this morning. It was my weekend, so why fuck it up arguing with her? I had a bad feeling about last night and what was about to come, so I decided maybe it would be better if I just stayed away today and let things cool down.

After breakfast, I went over to my friend Paul's place to hang out and see what had been going on with him, just to kill some time. I hung out there for a couple of hours when his wife came out telling him it was time they got going to her folks for a BBQ. It was after noon when I pulled up at the Cocky Bull. It's a bar, steak house and dance hall. A friend of ours, Don Jarvis, runs the place. I hadn't seen him for quite awhile and decided it was time to spend a little time and money with him. 

I sat up at the bar so we could talk. I ordered a long-neck beer and we started talking. Soon, it got around to Rhonda and what she was pulling. He said, "Damn Stan; that doesn't sound good. If you're smart, you'll nip that in the bud. I've seen it a thousand times: once they start running, you will lose her. By the time they figure out what they have at home, it's to late. Most end up on the street becoming barroom sluts, at the end of the night fucking who ever buys them the most drinks and has a place for them to stay overnight." My friend Don said he was sure sorry to hear Rhonda and I were having trouble. He never would have guessed she would do something like this.

I said, "I never would have guessed she would either."

I sat there drinking beer until I was pretty fucked up. I was about to ask Don if there was anyone in there that would drive me home. I would get them a Taxi back. I looked at Don just as he held up the phone to me I shook my head no. He said, "Sorry Hon, he's not here." 

I remembered now I had not seen Rhonda's car at home when I left this morning. That meant someone had brought her home. Maybe I had better get my crap together and heed Don's advice: go home and have that talk.

Damn I wish I wasn't so fucked up, but oh well, it's too late now. I asked Don about getting me someone to drive me home. His first pick was a divorced woman who had gotten caught up in the bar scene and lost everything. I thanked her but said if my wife saw her it would only make things worse; maybe some other time.

She smiled saying, "Anytime." Then some young guy agreed to drive me home.

I was thinking all the way home about what was going to come down. I had a feeling in my gut it was going to be bad. I just didn't know how bad. I staggered into the house and into the mouth of the dragon. "Where the hell have you been? I've been looking all over hell for you to take me to my car! Now you come home drunk as hell."

I said, "Whoa up there! I was only doing what you were doing last night. I warned you if you did it I would too. What the fuck gives you the idea you're the only one who has the right to go out, lie to their spouse, then gets god knows who to bring them home? Well fuck you if that's what you think. You want to fuck around? Okay, but I'm letting you know right now I'm not going to be sitting home waiting for you; I'm going to be fucking around too. And another thing: I'm not going to be here when you get through fucking who ever you're fucking.  I just want to give you fair warning and something to think about."

Rhonda stood there looking at me then said, "Well Stan, you better get used to it because I've called one of my girlfriends to come and get me and go get my car. I may be home tonight and I may not. Since you're drunk and letting the booze make your decisions for you, we'll talk when I get home; maybe tomorrow." 

I said, "Don't do this Rhonda. It will end our marriage if you do. It's not the booze talking now Rhonda. Please don't do this again. I'll forgive you for last night but that's all. If you go again tonight, there won't be any talking tomorrow; it will have all been said tonight by what you do. The only way we will talk is through my lawyer. I will file for divorce."

She laughed, saying, "You will forgive me. Who the hell do you think you are Stan, my slave master? I don't need you or anyone else telling me when to come home." She spun around and went into the bedroom to change into her party clothes.

I know I shouldn't have said all that, but the beer started talking and I couldn't stop. What the hell makes a woman think she can go fuck around and her husband will be sitting at home waiting for her to get tired of all the strange cocks and come back home? And everything is going to be okay, just like it had been? .Well, that's not going to happen in my house. 

She came out dressed like a damn hooker. I couldn't believe my wife of twenty five years and the mother of our children was going out alone looking like that. Just then, her friend pulled up.

I said, "Rhonda, if you're smart, you'll go get your car and come right home."

Smiling she said, "See you tomorrow. We'll talk then. Don't wait up; I'll be to tired for a fantasy." Then she walked out of the door.

I sat there thinking about everything that was happening. How could our marriage fall apart so fast and for what; a chance to have another man's cock in her pussy? If that's all it comes down to, our twenty five years of marriage hadn't meant a hell of a lot to her. 

I fell asleep in my recliner from all the beer. I woke up to the phone ringing. As got up to answer it, I looked at my watch; it was close to midnight. My first thought was Rhonda had been in an accident. I picked up the phone my heart beating like crazy I said. "Hello."

A voice on the other end said, "Hey boss, your wife wanted me to call and tell you I would be fucking her all night tonight and for you not to wait up okay? I'll make sure she gets home okay. She said she needed a man's dick to fuck her, so don't wait up, because I can fuck her all night. Damn boss, I can't believe you let a pussy like that go out alone to fuck any body she wants. I'll stretch her boss, but I won't hurt her so don't worry. I'll try to have her back home to you by noon, okay?" he said laughing.

I said, "You keep her as long as you like there asshole.  She won't be coming back here in the morning or any other time. Tell her not to worry about what day or what time it is that she gets done fucking you. I'm sure you don't mind her living there with you do you boss? Maybe you can pimp her out because as of now, she's your whore, not my wife and she doesn't have anyplace else to go. By the way fuck head, you better pray everyday I never find out who you are. If I ever do find out who your are, you will hate your momma for bringing you into this world; trust me on this, boss." Then I hung up. 

I sat there burning up. I knew our marriage was over, so I called our daughter. It was the middle of the night, but I had to talk to someone. She was frantic when she answered the phone; she thought someone had died.


Fantasies Can Be Dangerous



I said, "Your mother and my marriage died tonight," then I broke down and started crying. 

I let her know what was going on and then told her I wasn't going to be around after tonight.

She started crying, begging me to stay until she could get off and come home.

I told her I couldn't stand to be around her mother after that phone call. She begged, saying maybe it was just a mean, terrible joke or a prank call. 

I said, "No baby, it was from your mother's lover." We talked for a while as I explained how things had started out being her mother's fantasy and I was stupid enough to go along with her until things started getting out of hand. It slowly went from being fantasies to realities.

When I tried to talk to her and talk her out of going again tonight, she told me no one was telling her when to come and go. She chose to go out again tonight, but this time had some guy call to tell me he would be fucking my wife all night and not to worry.

After I hung up from Caroline, I sat down trying to think of whose voice that was on the phone. Damn! I knew that voice, but I couldn't think straight. Somebody I knew or once knew called everybody Boss. 

Whoever it was was black; I was sure of that. I sat there thinking about what I was going to do and when I would do it. First, I was going to the bank and get all of our cash out of our accounts. I wasn't going to leave her a damn dime to spend on some black pimp. If he found out she had any money, he would figure out a way to talk her out of it.

The hell with her! If she was going to fuck, she could fuck for money. I would take care of all the other things that needed taking care of, then I would get out of Dodge. 

There was nothing holding me here any longer. I would let my boss know I was quitting and draw out my pension money. Now that I would be alone, I wouldn't need all the things I have now. Maybe get myself a motor home or a nice camper on a pickup truck and do some traveling around enjoying my life, after working my ass off for twenty five years for nothing.

I'd have enough cash to pay for it and I wouldn't have to worry about payments, so she couldn't track me down that way. I could work when I needed a little cash and just hang out. 

Maybe go to Florida in the winter; lots of single ladies winter there. Hell, why not? I'm still in pretty good shape and I'm not bad looking. I could get lucky and find one that wants me to shack up with her, just so she can get banged whenever she wants. I would be living large.

I was packing my clothes and personnel things like my laptop, my camera; things I might like to have along with me, when I heard the door open and Rhonda came in and came back to the bedroom. I looked at her as she came through the bedroom door and she looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet. Her hair was messed up and I saw a run in her stocking. I didn't say a word. I turned back to my task. 

Then she said, "What are you doing, Stan?" 

I said, "What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm moving out. I swear to God Rhonda, lately you are moron stupid. I told you if you didn't come right back after getting your car what was going to happen. Now you come in and ask me what the hell I'm doing? Damn Rhonda, I think all you think about is getting fucked by some big black cock. I sure hope you enjoyed the fucking he gave you because it cost you everything we ever had."

Gasping, "Oh my God Stan! No, no! That was all a big mistake." 

"It damn sure was and you made it Rhonda. " 

"No wait Stan let me explain. These guys were friends of the woman who came and got me. They came and sat at our table and while I was dancing, that one guy Clayton picked my phone out of my purse and hit speed dial to our home phone and he talked to you. I have no idea what he said to you honest Stan!" My head jerked up when she said the name Clayton. There was only one Clayton that I knew of that called everybody Boss. He had payed once for messing with me on the job, but now he was going to pay again big time; this time for what he had done to me and my family.

So it was Clayton who was fucking my wife. I had fired him a couple of years ago. I guess he finally got his revenge by fucking Rhonda.

I said, "Well Rhonda, I didn't see you getting your things and getting the hell away from him and coming home. So right now, I'm having a hard time believing that bull shit story. I think you told him to call me and tell me he was the guy who was going to be fucking you all night long like a real man because I had told you once if I ever got it in my head that someone might have fucked you, I would never be able to get it out."

"No, please. Stan, listen to me. I'll admit I did tell him to call you, but I thought once you had it in your head that he might have fucked me, you would fuck me harder than you ever had every time you thought about him maybe fucking me. I did it for us Stan; for our fantasies. Please believe me, Stan! I still love only you."

"I think you were pissed off at me and wanted to hurt me by staying and fucking him and maybe his buddies for all I know. That's how they usually do it with white women; one guy picks her up but they share her with there brothers. They all fuck her; not just once, but as many times as they want. If you had listened to me this would never have happened. We would probably be in bed doing our fantasies right now, but that's never going to happen again. You fucked him last night Rhonda and that ends our marriage. Twenty-five years down the drain, for nothing except you had to try other cocks, was it worth it?"

"No, no, Stan; you're wrong. I never fucked him last night or any other night.

"Rhonda don't fucking lie to me, I'm not blind. You look like you got gang banged all night, and even if you are telling me the truth, in my mind you fucked him last night. Whether you did or didn't, it's in my mind now and I can never trust you ever again by having him call telling me to go on to bed, that he was going to be fucking my wife all night. And that he would stretch your pussy to fit a man-sized dick but wouldn't hurt you. You knew what it would do to me, but I'm still willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself, Rhonda. All you have to do is prove to me that the story you're telling is the truth and that you have never fucked anyone but me since we got married. Is that the story you're telling me?" 

"Yes Stan, I swear I have never fucked him or anyone else." 

"Tell you what Rhonda; you swear he never has fucked you, right?" 

"Yes Stan, I swear neither he nor anyone one else has ever fucked me since we've been married."

"Then you shouldn't have any problem proving it to me."

Her eyes got big with hope. "How, Stan; how can I prove I didn't?"

"By stripping naked and letting me take a close look at your pussy. You shouldn't mind doing that. After all, you didn't used to mind my eating that pussy when you were my loving wife. I would just like to make sure some big black dick hasn't stretched it all out of shape. In fact, if he did fuck you all night, you probably still have his cum dripping out of you right now. So Rhonda, what's it going to be? Bull shit or gun smoke, this is the only chance you have of staying in our marriage."

Gasping , "Oh my God Stan! You would make me do that to prove I hadn't had sex with him or anybody else? I thought you loved me! How could you ask me to do such a thing; to degrade myself; to submit to you inspecting my pussy? I'll not do that Stan. Not even for you." 

She thought: "I knew if I stripped naked he would know I had been fucked by a cock much larger than his. My pussy was very sore from the fucking I had gotten in the past two nights and again this morning. He was right about me being full of cum. I could feel it making my panties wet and clammy even as I stood there arguing with him. I hadn't been able to clean up before coming home, so I knew what kind of mess he would see. I just won't be humiliated like that I'm sorry."

I said, "That's all I wanted to know. I knew you were lying. I can tell by the way your walking your sore as hell from getting fucked all night and probably just before coming home this morning by some guy's huge cock, but I thought you might take a chance to save our marriage. I don't know why I would think that after the way you threw it away these last two nights."

She said, "I didn't fuck anybody the first night I went out." 

I looked at her smiling. "Sure you did Rhonda; you fucked me that night to by lying to me about only staying to have one drink and coming home seven hours later, drunk.  I guess by saying you never fucked anyone that first night you just admitted you did fuck him last night. You know Rhonda, I'm not the smartest guy around, but I'm not stone stupid either. I can't even stand being around you or looking at you. You don't even look like my wife dressed in those clothes. You look like... like some street whore that just got home from a hard night of whoring. Now why don't you go take a shower? I'm sure you need one. I'll finish packing so I can get out of here before Caroline calls, which I'm pretty sure she's going to. I'm going to let you explain to our daughter what's been going on I hope you can either come up with a better lie than the one you told me or hell, you might even try telling the truth for a change." 

Her eyes flew open, "Oh my God, did you tell the kids?"

"Yes I did Rhonda; right after I hung up the phone from your fuck buddy Clayton. I can't believe of all the men out there you pick that sorry piece of shit to be your first fuck buddy. You said you wanted to find out if men still found you to be attractive and you chose that fuck head to find out. He'd fuck a snake if someone held its head. God damn, Rhonda! Surely you could have found someone better than that low life dumb ass. Was it really about finding out about yourself or was it really all about finding a large cock and fucking it to find out how it was to be stretched and filled full of cock even if it had to be black? By the way, I hate to rain on your parade, but you better go get tested for every STD out there. That asshole has been fucking street whores for years. I'm sure he fucked you bareback didn't he? Did you enjoy feeling him pumping you full of his cum? It's hard telling what else he was pumping into you. There is one good thing about the way this happened Rhonda; at least you weren't smart enough to keep it secret and bring something home to me."

I watched as she turned an ashen gray color. Her eyes rolled back, and as she turned to walk away, she collapsed onto the floor. I let her lie there while I finished packing and putting everything in my car. I was too pissed off to give a damn about her.

I had most of my things loaded and wanted to tell her I would come back later and get the rest. I threw some cold water on her as I was about to leave. Gasping, she tried getting up. .I'm not sure if it was from passing out or if she was just exhausted from the night of fucking and the alcohol or a combination of the two. Whichever it was, she was unable to get up.

I said, "You better stay on the floor; you can't fall off of that." I started towards the hall door. 

Rhonda said, "Please Stan, help me up onto the bed."

I said, "You didn't seem to have had much trouble getting on a bed last night from the looks of you. There must have been quite a bunch to help you. Would you like me to call them so they could come over and help you onto the bed? I'm sure Clayton would love fucking my wife in my bed."

Still gasping, she said, "My God, Stan; do you hate me that much?" 

"Yes I do Rhonda. You took the best years of my life and for what, so you could go get fucked by some big black cock? Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted to do and ask me for a divorce? At least it would have prevented the hate I'm feeling towards you right now. Instead, you chose to hide behind your fantasies, telling me it made our love life better when all you were doing was setting me up for the kill."

I relented and helped her up onto the bed and said, "You will be hearing from me when I get settled. We have a lot of things we need to figure out. We'll have to sell the house; you won't be able to make the payments and I don't want it." 

"But Stan, where will I live?" 

"You should have thought about that when I begged you not to go out again last night. But no, you chose to be with him over me. He must have given you a good fucking the first night."

She hung her head and started sobbing. "No, please Stan. He didn't fuck me the first night. Please believe me. I'm not that bad a person."

"By the way if I catch him around this house, I'll make him hate his momma for being born; do you understand that, Rhonda?"

"Yes, .I do. After last night, I never want to see him or have anything else to do with him, ever; believe me."

"I find that a little hard to do right now Rhonda. I've always heard once a white woman goes black, she never goes back." Then I turned and headed towards the door.

She said, "Will you come back when Caroline gets home?" 

I said, "No, I think it's better if I talk to her later. I'm sure she will have plenty to say; most of it to you. I already know that she feels we should try to work it out, but I assured her last night it was way past doing that."

Monday I went into work and told my boss I was going to take all of my vacation I had coming. He asked what was going on so I explained it to him.

He was dumb-founded and couldn't believe Rhonda could do such a stupid thing. I said, "All I can figure out is when a woman gets the itch to be scratched by a different dick, she just has to get it scratched. And she really doesn't care who scratches it." He tried talking me out of leaving, but in the end, gave me my vacation time and my pay. I closed out my 401k plan. Then I went to the bank and closed those accounts and called the credit card companies and canceled all of our joint cards.

I was going to see a lawyer and file for divorce, but decided: fuck it. Let her pay for a divorce if she wanted one. Then I went looking at motor homes and pickups and campers. I decided a pickup and camper would be the best way to go, that way I could always unload the camper if I wanted to drive the truck around and not have to worry about maneuvering a large motor home every time I wanted to go somewhere. 

It was high, but damn it was nice too. For as small as it was, it did have a nice queen sized bed over the cab; all self contained. The truck had dual wheels and a diesel engine which gave it plenty of power and was still pretty good on fuel. I traded in the car and took a royal screwing but oh well.. I still had quite a lot of money left, so I wouldn't have to find a steady job. I was already starting to like my new life. 

I drove up to see my daughter first, and as we talked, she begged me to try and work it out with her mother. I explained to her what she had done to me. As a man, having that damn bum call me and tell me he was going to fuck my wife all night. Caroline had not heard about this from her mother and wasn't sure if I wasn't lying to her, but I assured her I wasn't lying. I told her about giving her mom a chance to prove her story but she had refused. To me, that was the same as admitting guilt.

I spent a couple of days at Caroline's, then telling her I would stay in touch. I then headed over to see my son. He thought I was crazy for quitting my job after all those years. I said, "I had no real reason to stay there working everyday, when I could be out enjoying myself." 

And since his mother had decided not to grow old and travel with me I would do it alone. Hell, I might even find someone who wants to ride along. 

He said, "You know dad, you could let your ego go and ask mom to join you." 

I said, "Son, I can't do that, and there's a lot more than just my ego here . I'm not going to go into it with you, but if you have to know ask your sister."

David said, "Well, since you're getting up in years, I thought you might want to reconsider going back to mom. It would be better than being alone."

I said, "No David, you're wrong. Being alone, at least I don't have to look at her and feel the hate that's still inside my heart. I hope someday I'll be able to forgive her. I do know I will never be able to forget what she did." 

I assured him I couldn't or wouldn't ever take her back.

It was two years later that I called Caroline and she told me Rhonda was real sick and not expected to live. She asked if I would come and be with her until her mom passed away. 

I told her I'd be there as soon as I could, if she would pick me up at the airport. I was in Florida at the time and it would be at least a two day drive or more. I was in Ohio that evening. 

Caroline picked me up and drove to the hospital. I asked her what was wrong with her mom and she acted like she hadn't heard me so I let it drop.

When we got to Rhonda's room, Caroline said, "I'll let you go in alone dad, I know she's been waiting for you to come."

I braced myself and opened the door to her room. I walked up to her bed and she had her eyes closed. I stood there letting the tears run down my face. I wasn't seeing Rhonda the cheating wife, I was seeing the young woman I had married and who had made me so happy for twenty five years of marriage. I also knew I still loved her, and it was past time to forgive her. I reached out, taking her hand saying, "Rhonda. it's me, Stan."

She was so weak, she could hardly answer. "I know, Stan; I knew it was you when you touched me."

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop my tears. She said, "I want to tell you how sorry I am for hurting you like I did." 

I said, "Shh, that's all in the past. We're going to get you well now." 

She shook her head no. "You were right Stan, when you told me to get tested for STDs. I did, but it was too late. That bastard had given me AIDS."

"Oh my God, my God, noooo!" I had to grab a chair and sit down. She had done wrong, but dear God, she didn't deserve a death like this. I wanted to know where Clayton was. That son of a bitch was going to pay with his life, and it wasn't going to be easy. 

I asked Rhonda if she had any idea where Clayton would be.

She smiled a little smile and said,. "In hell would be my guess He died a year ago from AIDS."

I took her hand in mine and held it until I fell asleep in the chair. I felt Caroline come in and cover me with a blanket, then kiss my forehead. I woke up sometime during the night and Rhonda's hand was cold. I knew she had died.

I was going to ring for a nurse but knew there was nothing anyone could do. So I held her hand and talked to her until Caroline came in the room in the morning. She started crying when she saw me holding her mom's hand .I said, "Mom is gone to a better place honey." I held her on my lap like I had done when she was a child, letting her grieve for her mother. She had been angry at her mom for cheating on me, but had never turned against her, which I had to admire.

When the nurse came in, she summoned a doctor. I leaned down and kissed Rhonda's forehead before they took her away. On our way out to the car, I told Caroline how thankful I was for being able to tell her mom that I forgave her for what she had done. She had asked me to forgive her and I was able to. 

Caroline hugged me, holding me close to her. She said, "I always knew you still loved her, no matter what."

I said, "you were right little girl; I have always loved her.

"Now tell me, when are you going to make me a grandpa so I have something to do; some purpose in life?" 

She said, "Dad, I'm not even married." 

I said, "And why is that honey? 

She said, "Every time I start thinking about it, I wonder if I might end up doing the same thing mother did to you."




Fantasies Can Be Dangerous



I was shocked. "My God girl, you can't live your life in fear of making a mistake. The most important thing in marriage is to remember to talk about anything and everything, and decide together what is best and never, never, play around with your marriage. It can be as strong as steel and can break in a second. Marriage is to be cherished and honored, and if you make the vows, then live by them, no matter what. A fling is not worth risking your entire life on. You have been able to see how many lives a stupid decision can ruin; how much hurt it can cause. Your mother would still be here with us if she had not made those two stupid decisions. 

I said, "Well, you better get started looking for that perfect husband. I could help you pick one out if you'd like."

She took my arm saying, "I love you so much, Daddy."

I said, "We better call your brother and let him know his mother passed away . I'm looking forward to meeting his wife."

Caroline said, "You will love her dad, she's so neat and as sweet as can be." 

I said, jokingly, "How did David end up with her?"

She poked me in the ribs, then laughed, "Dad, that wasn't very nice."

Epilog 

After Rhonda passed away, I finally had closure. I knew I would never go back to her, but I guess I always knew I still loved her. I met a nice lady my age and we hit it off pretty well. We travel in the pickup and camper in the summer and live in her Condo in Florida in the winter. 

We decided against getting married; it wasn't worth all the hassle. She had kids and I had kids. By not marrying, everything stayed the same as it was before we met. There would be no fighting over who gets what when it's time for us to leave this earth. But we were sure enjoying it while we are here. We are planning on spending a lot of the summer in Ohio with the grandkids. David has a little boy and Caroline just had a little girl. And I plan on spoiling them both.

My lady and I were lying in bed one night when I asked her. Have you ever had a fantasy about being with someone else when we're making love?" 

She looked at me and said, "Honey, when I'm with you, I don't need a fantasy." 

Smiling, I laid there thinking, "Well, if it takes twenty five years to get to that point, it won't really matter anyway." I held her in my arms and went to sleep. I was living large.

Finis