91 comments/ 164367 views/ 28 favorites Loneliness By: E.Z.Riter Hello, Literotica reader, There are many kinds of loving wives tales. This is one where the husband did not condone or approve of the wife's extramarital loving. A short little tale. A dark tale. Very dark. I love hearing from readers. So please write me and please vote. ___________________________ The cage was 25 feet by 20 feet, enclosed on all four sides and the top by high quality chain link fencing, anchored in concrete by posts. The entire fence went down four feet below ground level to solid rock. A small shed of two hundred square feet occupied a corner to serve as her home, providing protection from wind and weather. She had a refrigerator, a stove, a toilet to a septic tank, and a pump to bring water up from the well. There was a single mattress. I provided a stationery bicycle and weights for exercise. She had a monitor and VCR to play the tapes I left her. She had the sun, and the moon, and the birds, and the insects that might fly into her space to keep her company. Several things were missing, things she would have wanted. There was no telephone, no lights, no computer, no mirror to watch herself, no makeup, no clothes to wear, no sharp objects or razors, no ropes, no radio or TV. Most importantly, there was no exit. It had been fifty-five days since I last saw her. This was my third visit to her in the 120 days since I put Cathy in the cage. I followed the small trail, moving the devices to hide the entrance and carefully replacing them. The location had been carefully selected in a box canyon deep in the rugged hills of west Texas due north of Big Bend National Park. It was desolate country, never visited by humans; so desolate it was not even on the route of the illegal immigrants coming across the Rio Grande. The chances of someone finding her were extremely remote. Despite that, I had taken great care to hide it. I could see the cage now as I quietly walked to it. Cathy was lying under the awning attached to the shed. She appeared to be asleep. I stood at the gate watching her. Even now, I found her so sexually appealing, so beautiful, my cock was standing at attention, my heart beating rapidly, from wanting her. She rolled over on the bed, her lush breasts falling with gravity. Her eyes opened, blinking rapidly, as if she couldn't believe she was actually seeing me. Her eyes had probably tricked her into seeing someone a thousand times since there was really someone to see. Slowly, she stood and haltingly walked toward me. The first time I came to see her, she had screamed and threatened me, berating me as she always had since that day I first caught her with Jeff. Now, she said nothing as she stood on the opposite side of the chain fence staring at me. Her face looked different as if her intelligence was diminished. She stuck her fingers through the chain link, trying to touch me but failing. "Did you come to let me out?" she asked, her voice low and neutral. "No. I came to replenish your supplies and give you two more tapes to watch." "How long are you going to keep me here?" "The rest of your life." "Please, David," she whimpered. "Let me go. I've been punished enough. Give me papers to sign. I'll admit what I did and ask for nothing in our divorce. Just let me go home." I said nothing. "David, talk to me! Tell me why you're doing this?" Again, I said nothing. "You're fucking crazy! Someone will find me! I know Jeff is looking for me now!" "What did you see in Jeff? I mean, why did you fuck him so openly and wantonly when we were just married? You knew I loved you desperately." "I told you. Jeff had a big cock and I liked fucking him. I can't explain it. He just turned me on." "Yes, you told me you'd fuck Jeff any time you wanted to...but you didn't tell me until the second day of our honeymoon when I returned to find him in my bed with his cock in your mouth." She didn't even blush, but that didn't surprise me. She had never shown remorse at her adultery with Jeff or with the other three men she fucked in our bed...the big king-sized bed I bought for us. She shrugged. "He treated you like a slut when I treated you like a queen." "Well, I am a slut. I told you that. Now, listen! I will tell you again. I married you for money and social standing. I fucked Jeff and the others for sheer joy. I love Jeff more than I love you. And he loves me." Her eyes were bright, hot, burning points of intensity. Her jaw was set as she crossed her arms under her lush breasts, planted her feet apart, and glared at me. "I know he is looking for me. Jeff will find me. Then, I am sure he will kill you! He is a lot more macho than you are, my beloved husband." She spat the words at me as if they tasted bad in her mouth. "Why not just marry him?" "I wanted your money. I wanted the good life, the social prominence. Can't you understand that?" "Did you ever think of what I wanted?" "Who cares what you want, what you need, you pathetic asshole!" "I try to think of your needs, darling Cathy. For example, I know you loved Jeff's cock." I held up the laboratory bottle. "Here it is, preserved forever for you in formaldehyde. I cut it off when I killed him...before I killed him actually. It seemed to pain him when I removed it." "Oh, God, no," she sobbed, falling to her knees. She was shaking as she cried tears over her lost lover. I would have done anytime if she once had shed a tear for me. I enjoyed her pathetic sobbing and allowed her to continue. But it was then time to work. "Put your hand through the fence," I ordered. She complied, sticking her arm through the small hole. I handcuffed her to the fence, preventing her interference with me. She sobbed pathetically as I opened the gate and began unloading supplies. I did not want her to die of starvation. I wanted her to live -- well to exist -- forever. She spoke frequently as I unloaded, checked the equipment, and made a few minor repairs to her little nest. I ignored her. "Anything I need to know?" I asked. She shook her head. "I checked the infrastructure. You'll be fine for two more months. I left you two new tapes to watch. I know you'll enjoy them. One is me with my new girlfriend. Notice how happy she is being with me, how eagerly she takes my cock, how loving she is." Cathy just stared at me blankly. "The other is Jeff. Jeff begging me not to hurt him. Jeff screaming as I castrated him and cut off his cock. Jeff dying. I know you'll enjoy it, Cathy. I enjoyed watching it almost as much as I enjoyed making it." She shook her head, as if trying to clear it of irrationalities so great they were inconceivable. "Why are you doing this to me? Why, David? Why!" "Think about it, slut! Think about something other than your own cunt for a change!" I stared at her, feeling the anger rise, the hatred boil from deep in me to overflow in emotions I could not control. "How often did I wait for you to come home when you were out with Jeff or someone else? How many men did you fuck besides me? How many times were you gone, only to come home with another man's cum dripping from your sluttish cunt? "How many times did I beg you to stay with me, to hold me, to touch me? Even when I was in the hospital from the car wreck, you left me in the emergency room to go fuck Jeff. You didn't even stay around to see if I would live! You never came to the hospital to see me. How deep was the loneliness I suffered, the feeling of abandonment? "There is NOTHING like loneliness, NOTHING as horrible, as debilitating, as LONELINESS. It will drive you mad. "And no one is as LONELY as an abandoned spouse, a spouse left to wait ALONE in the dark while their love is out fucking someone else." She shook her head as if trying to comprehend what was happening. I locked the gate, and then released the handcuff. Smiling evilly, I turned to leave. "David, please don't go." She scrambled to her feet. "Aren't you even going to fuck me? You did the last time you were here. I 'd like you to do it this time. I'll be eager to take you. I miss the touch, the physical presence. Please, fuck me, David." "No, thanks. I have someone new; someone I think loves me. But who knows? I thought you loved me." "Then hit me! Beat me! Anything! But for God's sake, please touch me!" I smiled, not moving as I watched her. I turned to walk away again. "Please, David, don't leave me! You're right. I cannot stand the loneliness. The loneliness is unbearable...inhuman. The LONELINESS is driving me MAD!" "I understand, Cathy. Loneliness drove me mad, too." Loneliness Have you ever been lonely? I'm not talking my boyfriends at work be back tonight lonely. I'm talking loneliness as in you feel it in your bones, all the way to your core, a loneliness so deep it freezes your soul. So alone that even in a crowd of many your only one. One becomes a refrain that your tormented soul profanes. Your heart cries as it see couples of two when there is only you. You see them and wonder what you're doing wrong? Why does he/she have someone? What did they do different then me? As you sit and eat for one. As you sleep in a bed alone. You long for sleep cause in your dreams you're the queen/king. In the time between wake and dream the dream fades and the reality that it was all just a dream and your heart screams. The same sad theme please give me someone to hold to have hold me you wonder how long you can stand the pain. As the tears rain down your cheeks into the coming weeks. You long to fall back asleep into the deep warm embrace because you can't face he truth that you see in the realm of the UN asleep. As you drift down into slumber you lover awakes arms open wide a smile on his face. Here nothing you do is wrong he loves you no matter what you do. As you step into his arms he kisses you ever so softly like he's afraid that you might break at the slightest pressure. As you and he kiss the feelings get intense. The kisses are coming faster and harder your tongues entwine your breathing increases hearts beat faster. Hands began to roam, touching, holding, gripping, and rubbing. His mouth moves to your ear lobe he gentles takes it into his wet hot mouth. You cannot suppress the need to moan as he gently nips the tip with his teeth. He moves his decadent mouth down to your neck his velvet skinned tongue laps at your pulse sending chills down your spine. Before you have time to catch your breath his lovely mouth is once again on the move. He takes your taunt hard aching nipple into his mouth. He feasts on your breast in wicked hunger sending you over the edge your knees buckle. He lays you down to the white silk cover bed. The feeling of the cool sleek silk on your heated flesh adds a new sensation pushing you closer to the edge. He moves to give the other breast the same loving care you writher in ecstasy. You can see the love reflected in his eyes his every move for you he knows what you want/feel and how to make you scream. He lives for your moans they are the food that he eats. And tonight he is ravenous. His mouth is again on the move ,hot wet mouth to silky flesh he licks and kisses a path down stopping to stick his tongue in and out your belly button in a mating rhythm you find it easy to imagine that tongue doing the same on the achy dripping valley between your legs. He kisses one thigh then the other you tense wondering if he will indulge your silent wish. No his magic tongue is now lavishing its attention on the back of your knees. Of the flesh there is so sensitive your moans once again feeding his hunger. A tongue slowly licked up your inter thigh. The moans are louder now. Then there it is what you want, longed for his fingers part your intimate lips opening you to for the assault of his sinfully mouth he licks your clit into submission. You remember to breathe as air rush into your lungs. It's forcefully expelled as he begins to lick your most intimate area in long slow forceful strokes. Your on the edge he flicks the tip of his tongue on your clit sending you over. You ride his tongue though your climax. He laps your juice enjoying your taste. As you start to recover he is once again kissing you as he enters you. You gasp as he fills you full. He begins to move in a nice slow pace building you back up. For he loves to make you fall. You revel in the feel of your soft breast pressed into his hard chest. You wrap your legs around his wrist to hold him to you. As he rides you into oblivion seeking his release. His strokes get harder and faster. You feel him deep to your core you cry out as you fall over again. But this time your not alone you feel the evidence of his release deep inside your womb. As the tremors subside he smiles down at but smile turns into a frown as you begin to drift away. You wake to the sound of your alarm clock and another day to be alone but you smile for you know that at the end there is the night and sleep with dreams of him.