72 comments/ 63797 views/ 20 favorites Sneakers By: SW_MO_Hermit Thanks once again to my editor "Wires" for his assistance. He really had his work cut out for him on this one and his help made 'sneakers' a much easier read. ***** When my alarm went off I felt Karen stir. She moved closer to me in the bed and grabbed my cock. We sleep naked for several reasons; one of which is being able to have the skin to skin contact we both crave for intimacy. I felt her raise slightly then rest her glorious breasts on my chest. Her nipples were already hard. She moved, stretched upward and rubbed her breasts across my chest. Her mouth descended to give me a deep kiss. She threw a leg over one of mine and began rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I relaxed and enjoyed her attention. I kissed her back and gently rubbed my right hand up over her delectable ass, up her side to rub the outside of her left breast where it rested on my chest. We both moaned as our passion ignited. The snooze alarm rang once again. This time I turned from Karen, turned the alarm off and headed for the bathroom for my morning business. Karen followed me almost immediately. While I was shaving she stepped into the shower. After adjusting the temperature of the spray she wet herself down, applied some shaving cream and began shaving her pubic mound. While shaving myself I watched in the mirror through the clear glass shower door. I felt my cock throb when I saw she was shaving her entire beaver bare this time. Karen caught me looking and smiled. She moved carefully to present the best view of her body while she worked. It was all I could do to finish shaving and put on my running attire. I finished my preparations at nearly the same time Karen finished her shower and shaving. She followed me from the master bathroom patting herself dry. I sat on the edge of the bed to put on my socks and shoes. Karen tossed the towel toward the bathroom and flowed into the bed beside me. She immediately grabbed for my cock again while she licked and kissed my neck. I gently pushed her away, stood, and began pulling my shirt on. Karen screeched, "Damn it, Doug, what do I have to do to get you to spend the morning in bed with me? You think your damn friends are more important than I am." I listened to my wife of eighteen months rant and rave as I rushed around getting ready for my weekly Sunday morning fun run with my friends. When I was younger and dating or bar hopping Friday and Saturday nights the Sunday run was pure hell many times, but I stuck with it. Oh, I ran three or four times during the week as well, but Sunday morning was a special run. It was longer—much longer usually than my other daily runs. It was also normally done in a different part of the city and sometimes in the country with a much larger group of my friends. Many wives and girlfriends ran with us if they could keep up. In fact, many of the onetime significant others stayed with the running group even after a breakup. We were serious about our running and friendship. In any event, I was once again listening to Karen rant and rave about me taking off to run instead of doing what she wanted to do this morning. After her first sentence I have to admit I more or less tuned her out. I had similar conversations with her almost every Sunday morning for the last four months. For some reason she suddenly became upset with my running on Sundays. Now, we didn't go to church or even have family meals that day so I couldn't figure out why she became so dead set against me running as had been my habit since before we ever met much less married. This morning, I turned to say good bye when I went through the bedroom door. Karen lay across our bed, legs splayed and knees drawn up. She was playing with her pussy with one hand and a nipple with the other. Her face looked sultry and I once again felt my cock twitch. I grinned and said, "Keep it hot for me, Honey. I'll jump your bones good and proper when I get back." "Damn you. I want you NOW, not in two or three hours when you decide to come home. By then you'll be tired and want to relax and I'll probably be out of the mood. Go on, if running is more important to you than taking care of your horny wife just get your ass out of here. I'm warning you, though, that I plan to get my problem taken care of with or without you. I'm not going to lay around here horny all morning suffering while I wait for you to come home." Something about what she said and how she said it pissed me off. I felt my face tense up and I said, "So, what's new? You used to like crawling back into bed with me after my run. Now if I try to get you into bed after I get home you shut me down flat. Why should today be any different than the last several weeks have been? I'll see ya when I get back." As I left the room I heard Karen break down crying. I felt like a total ass but I was pissed enough to keep going. I was about four blocks away from my home when I remembered I didn't pick up my iPod or water bottle from the dresser in our bedroom. I knew I would be late if I went back for them but decided to do so. I could get by without the iPod but I really needed the water bottle since it was already 91 degrees and we were going to run eight miles this morning. I pulled into my driveway and ran to the sliding patio door. I slid it open and was halfway across the kitchen before I stopped in surprise. I left the house through the garage. We normally keep the patio door locked unless we are in the back yard. I didn't see Karen so she must still be in bed pleasuring herself or sleeping so why was the door unlocked? I shrugged and decided we had not locked it the night before. We would have to be more careful in the future. I moved slowly and quietly toward our bedroom. I did not want to alert Karen I was coming. If she was sleeping I didn't want to wake her. If she was jilling off I wanted to be able to enjoy watching for a moment before I picked up my iPod and water bottle. When I got to our bedroom door I slowed and stopped for a moment. My cock surged to steel hardness almost immediately. I heard the distinctive moans and groans Karen makes when she is nearing her peak. The bed was squeaking slightly with her movements. I knew I had to enter the room and interrupt her or I would really be late. Just as I began to move toward the bedroom door I heard Karen yell out "NO. Damn it, Darwin, you know you always have to use a rubber. I told you the first time and every time since then and I'm tired of having to remind you about the rules." I heard the bed squeak once or twice more and then Karen grunted deeply. I felt almost sick at my stomach after what I heard sank in. Karen once again spoke. She said, "Darwin, get out. Put a rubber on or get the hell out of my house." Darwin laughed, the bed squeaked once again and Karen moaned. I stepped into the doorway. I saw Darwin between Karen's splayed thighs. He had a hand around each of Karen's wrists holding them to the bed. Most of his black cock was thrust into Karen's beautiful bare pussy. He was glaring down at her. Darwin snarled, "Listen, Bitch, I told you last Sunday that I wasn't going to ever fuck you again with a rubber. I don't like the damn things and I don't use them on my other women. I'll be damn if I'll ever use one on you again. Have I ever told you I was going to do something and then not do it? I told you four months ago I was going to start fucking you when your old man ran Sundays and I did it didn't I? I told you I was going to take your ass and I did that too didn't I? Well, I told you last Sunday I was going to fuck you without a rubber from now on and I intend to do that too." I watched Darwin pull his cock out until just the head was in Karen's cunt. He continued to hold her wrists down. His hips were moving slightly, driving his cock into her about an inch or so then pulling back until he was just barely inserted. Karen's neck was flushed as was the top of her chest and breasts. Her nipples were dark red, angry looking and harder than I had seen them in weeks. She was panting and thrusting her hips upward trying to drive more of his meat into her pussy. I'm no small man but I felt inadequate in the extreme when I looked at the weapon Darwin was using on Karen. I am a little taller than he is with a broader deeper chest. My leg muscles are more defined than his, but his cock, my God, his cock would make two of mine. Well, not quite. I am almost seven inches long and have almost a three inch diameter. He had me by at least two or three inches and was probably the same or a little larger in diameter. I started to move into the room. My impulse was to beat the bastard to an inch of his life. I took one step and then heard Karen speak. She said, "All right, damn it. Just fuck me you bastard. Do it, please, I can't wait any longer. You have to pull out, though. I'm off the pill and it's almost my fertile time." Darwin smiled down at Karen and slammed his hips downward and forward driving his entire length into her at once. She screamed and pulled him to her with her heels behind his thighs. Her pelvis slammed upward meeting him stroke for stroke. Fuck, I was pissed. Once again I started for them then stopped again. I knew the man in the right doesn't necessarily get the best treatment in our courts. I stopped. My heart died a little more when I heard Darwin say, "That's tough, baby. Sperm was made to go into pussies. I always leave my sperm in a pussy. I don't care if I get a blow job or a hand job. Don't matter. When I blow my load it goes into a pussy. I'm going to blow my load into your pussy and you'll take it, bitch." "NO! You can't! You have to pull out. I told you, I might get pregnant." Darwin laughed and said, "Tough tittie. Guess you'll have a little black baby or will have to figure something else out, huh, bitch." Darwin stopped once more and pulled his cock back, then back more. Damn, it looked like a black snake coming out of Karen's pussy. He stopped just inside her and began his little slow movements in and out, teasing her again. He asked, "Ok, bitch. What's it gonna be? Do I just leave your skanky white ass laying here needing a good fucking or do I leave my sperm in your pretty little pussy where it belongs?" Karen's hips began moving once more. She met his movements thrust for thrust she was panting and moaning trying to get more of him into her pussy. Finally she began crying and said, "OK, damn you! You can cum in me, just fuck me now. Please!" Darwin laughed and slammed deeply into Karen. This time he began really laying pipe. He slammed into her, almost completely withdrew and slammed into her again, over and over jackhammering her. Karen moaned, she groaned, she panted and cried. She fought to get her wrists free. When he let her go she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tightly to her body while her hips thrust and wiggled with his violent penetrations. I finally shook myself loose from the sight of my wife and neighbor and backed from the doorway. I was pissed. My heart was beating as if I had been running sprints. I was sick to my stomach and in my heart. I knew, now, I wasn't one of those cuckolds you read about who get off on watching their wives. My cock was not only soft; it was almost drawn up to nothing, or so it felt. I wanted to kill them both. That was all I thought about as I moved off to meet my friends. Oh, surprisingly, I did manage to remember my water bottle and iPod in the kitchen. Well, at least now I knew why I was cut off Sunday's after my run. I did wonder why she tried to get me to stay home Sunday mornings, though. Was she trying to keep him from fucking her or did she want him to make me watch? I would have to think on that, not that it mattered, though. If he raped her and she had came to me for help after the first time we would have reported him and I could have lived with it. After four months of silence I have to believe she really wanted and enjoyed his attention on Sunday mornings. No, both of them had to pay. I just needed to figure out how to get my revenge and keep my ass out of trouble. I caught hell from my friends when I got to our meeting place. I was almost fifteen minutes late and heard about it. I caught more flack when we stopped because I held the group back. I was the last one to complete the run and slowed our pace by quite a bit before most of the group gave up and left me behind. Several of my friends clustered around me, ragging on me about my impact on our day. I felt my chest tightening and eyes water. I pressed my lips together. Megan and Sasha must have seen something in my demeanor. They both sort of got between me and the rest of the group. Megan said, "Let it go, guys." Megan turned to me and said, "What's the matter, Doug? You're pale as a ghost. Are you sick or something?" I didn't trust myself to speak. I pressed my lips together and shook my head no and just walked through the group toward my truck. My friends turned to watch me. They were still watching while I drove away. This was the first time I had not hung around for kibitzing and some snacks in a couple of years. It was just another indicator to them that something was wrong. Instead of going straight home I drove farther out of town to one of my favorite spots along the river. I parked, grabbed my replenished bottle of water, and moved to the river bank. I sat under an old sycamore tree watching the water flow by while I thought about the mess my marriage was in. I was still homicidally angry. I wanted, I NEEDED revenge. I would have it but I intended to be sure I got it safely. I spent almost an hour and a half thinking about my problem. I arrived at a solution, or at least at a plan. Now, I had to put it into effect. When I got home Karen acted as she had the last four months on Sundays. She was sitting in her chair dressed in shorts and a top glaring at me when I came in the door. She did not greet me and I did not greet her. I walked down the hallway to our room and cleaned up. The bed was made and to look at it you would never know how it was used just a couple of hours before. After I dressed in cutoffs I walked back through the house and went into my detached garage. The rest of the afternoon I worked in my garage except for the thirty minutes or so I spent quietly eating my noon meal with my cheating slut. We only spoke to each other when necessary. I didn't help clean the table as I normally do and all I got was a glare. By supper time I not only had a plan, I had the items I needed to put it into action gathered. I went into the house. If not happy, I was resigned to the course I laid out for my future. The next week was rough. I could hardly stand to talk to Karen and it showed. I avoided her and conversation with her as much as I could. By Friday evening we were both worn to a frazzle. Friday evening when I got home from work I took a short nap. I was tired from a week of poor sleep and the stress of trying to work and then go home and act normal with my wife. Several times during the week she complained about my attitude and one way or another told me to get over my snit. Friday evening, after supper, I went onto the patio with my cooler and bottle. I also took some snacks and a book I was reading. The back of our house faces the back of good ole Darwin's. I settled in for a long night of ignoring Karen and watching Darwin's house. Darwin is divorced and spends almost every Friday and Saturday night hunting pussy. I hoped this evening would be one of the evenings he struck out and had to come home to sleep alone. We would see. About eleven p.m. Karen came onto the patio. She was in her see-through shorty robe. She strutted up to me and stood where I could see her still shaven pussy and breasts through the thin material. Even as hurt and angry as I still was my cock twitched. Damn, she was beautiful and I wanted her. I wanted her badly. Karen posed for me a moment then said, "Look, I know we've been fighting this week. I even know some of the fault is mine, but most of it is yours. I love you and just want you to be with me, to spend time with me, cuddling and making love. I don't mind your exercising during the week. We both go to the fitness center together and we both are healthier because of it. I just need you here with me on Sundays. Please? " She smiled and held her hand toward me. She continued, "Now, can we please just forget things for tonight and go to bed, Honey?" I looked over at Darwin's still dark house. I looked back at Karen and thought what the hell. I was horny and decided to just go to bed and fuck the bitch. She was close to her fertile time and if Darwin hadn't impregnated her I might if I wasn't careful. I would have to be sure I pulled out when I came. I worried slightly about disease but decided I had been fucking her for four months after Darwin finished with her so I would chance it. At the time I didn't think about the fact he had supposedly used a rubber until last Sunday. Karen smiled when I rose and followed her into the house. I did the minimum amount of foreplay I could get by with before I mounted her and slammed my cock into her pussy. Damn, she was wet. Until our trouble with Darwin we always did have a great sex life. She was horny all the time as was I and we fucked, we made love, we screwed, depending on our mood. Karen had four or five large orgasms before I blew my load. I pretended I was excited when I came and pulled out too far on the last stroke. I pulled out, adjusted my stance slightly and slammed my cock head into her clit where it would slide up onto her stomach. I smiled to myself when Karen screamed and tried to double up from the pain of the hard hit to her clit. I thrust a time or two rubbing my cock on her pubic bone while my seed spewed onto her belly. I gave her a gentle kiss and murmured, "Sorry. I pulled out too far on that last stroke." I rolled to the side and looked over at Karen. She was still writhing from her pain and the aftershock of orgasm. There were tears in the corner of her eyes. She glared at me and said, "No shit." I lay on my back enjoying the release and, truthfully, the knowledge I had given Karen a small amount of pain, too. She moved to the edge of the bed, got up, and went into the bathroom to clean up. While she was in the bathroom I turned on my side and drifted off to sleep. I had purposefully not gone to the bathroom after sex. I wanted to wake in the middle of the night. I knew I would because I drank a lot of liquid while I was sitting on the patio. I woke from my sleep about 02:20. I quietly slipped out of bed and made my way down the hallway and out the patio door. I walked to my detached garage and stopped beside it. I leaned on the garage and let my stream of urine loose. After I finished I opened the door and pulled on the coveralls I use for working on my vehicles and lawn equipment. Next I pulled on some cheap shoes I purchased several days ago just for this occasion. I pulled on a pair of surgeons' rubber gloves and picked up my plastic grocery bag of items I needed to begin my plan of retribution. I quietly moved toward and through the gates in first our then Darwin's privacy fences. I slowly moved to the side of his house and looked into his garage. His car was there. Next I went to the other side of his house and found the key that was hidden there then returned and let myself into his garage door. I used my penlight sparingly to maneuver across the garage floor to the door into the house proper. I listened and heard nothing so unlocked that door and moved into the utility room. Shit, the rubber soles of my shoes made a loud squeak when I walked on the linoleum. I moved slowly, carefully through the utility room, across the kitchen and looked into the living room. It was empty. I stood at the foot of the stairs and listened for almost five minutes. I heard nothing. I carefully climbed the stairs. I moved two or three steps then stopped to listen then moved again. Finally I reached the top of the stairs and stopped against the wall. I listened again and heard nothing. Sneakers Slowly, carefully I moved down the hallway to the door into the master bedroom. Thank God Darwin had a night light in his master bath. It gave just enough light I could see he was alone in bed. I froze when I heard him snort and saw him roll over. I started to rush back the way I came but he relaxed once again and didn't move further. I returned to the head of the stairs and went down three steps. I turned to face upstairs and opened the bag I had left there when I went to check on Darwin. I took out a small eye bolt from a screen door hook. I carefully screwed it into the baseboard on the landing at the head of the stairs. I took some eight pound test monofilament fishing line from the bag. I fed the line through the eye of the bolt and ran it to the top stair banister spindle then back. I did the same thing again then once more. I cut the line and tied it off. Even in broad daylight it should be invisible. It would be especially difficult to see if good ole Darwin did not use his hall light when he walked out of his bedroom. I knew from experience that he normally did not. I carefully poured a slight amount of water on the wood of the top two steps. With a grin to myself I moved back down the stairs and left the house the way I entered. I carefully locked the doors and returned the key. I went home, placed my bag back in the garage, undressed and returned to bed. I had only been gone about 12 minutes so was sure Karen had not missed me in my absence. I had a lot of trouble going to sleep and only dozed the rest of the night. I woke early and moved to the patio with my coffee and the same book I was reading the night before. I watched Darwin's house the rest of the morning and saw no movement. He neither left nor had company. Finally I ran out of excuses to be in the back yard. I had mowed the yard and even cleaned the flower beds, a task I usually leave for Karen. After lunch Karen took off on her normal Saturday afternoon shopping trip. I waited and worried all day about my little mission of the previous night. Every time I heard a car I jumped. Finally night came once again and Karen went to bed. I once again followed her to bed and fucked the bitch. This time instead of going to sleep I forced myself to lie quietly until she went to sleep. I got up and retraced my moves of the previous night with the exception of carrying the bag to Darwin's. This time all I took with me was a small tube of wood putty that would match the oak woodwork in his house. Darwin's car was in his garage. I felt the hood. It was cold to the touch. Quietly, oh, so quietly and carefully I moved into the house once again. I looked around the corner of the kitchen door toward the stairs. I smiled. There was a body lying at the foot of the stairs. I watched and listened for almost five minutes. I heard nothing and saw no movement. I moved toward Darwin and bent down to look at him. He was quiet, motionless. His chest was moving slightly. I moved up the stairs and removed the now broken fishing line and unscrewed the eye bolt. I put wood putty in the hole the eye bolt was in and looked for scratches on the spindle. I saw none. I carefully moved back down the stairs to look at Darwin once again. I felt his carotid pulse. It was weak and feathery. There appeared to be several bruises on his torso and legs. He was wearing boxers and a T-shirt so I could see some scrapes also. It was obvious one arm and one leg were broken. I thought about kicking him for the pleasure of it then decided it would possibly be obvious the injury had occurred after the others. Before I stood from checking his pulse I asked, "Was Karen's cheating ass worth this, asshole?" I was surprised when I saw Darwin's eyes flicker and his body jerked. I heard a moan once again. I stood and smiled down at Darwin then turned to retrace my steps to my home. After I returned to bed I had trouble sleeping. Sunday morning I woke exhausted and scared. All night, after returning to bed, I kept asking myself 'Shit, why did I speak to the asshole? What if someone found him before he died and he remembered? FUCK, how stupid could I get?' This time, as I was preparing to leave Karen only made a cursory attempt to talk me out of running. She just looked at me and said, "Running wins out over pussy again, huh? I hope it's worth it to you, Doug." Karen watched me as I walked out the bedroom door and disappeared. I ran better than the last week but I still wasn't up to my normal standards. After the run I stayed and socialized with my buds for a while as I normally do then returned home. When I got there Karen seemed unsettled. She didn't seem nearly as relaxed as she normally did. Her neck was flushed as if she was horny. During the day I caught her squeezing her thighs together. Her eyes were glazed. Several times I caught her looking across the back yard toward Darwin's house. I smiled to myself, but didn't say anything. Monday and Tuesday were normal work days. In the evenings I saw Karen watching Darwin's house occasionally, but she said nothing. Wednesday was a repeat of Monday and Tuesday. Thursday morning the daily paper had a front page article that attracted a lot of attention. An up and coming young attorney, Darwin Smith, had been found dead in his home. The article said Mr. Smith had apparently fallen down his stairs over the weekend and been severely injured. Preliminary medical evaluations showed several broken bones that apparently occurred several hours to two or three days before he died. He bled to death internally from his injuries. At present foul play was not suspected. Mr. Smith had not gone to work Monday or Tuesday. When he failed to show up at work Tuesday his managing partner went to his house to check on him. When he saw his car in the garage he obtained police help and entered the house where they found the deceased Mr. Smith. I felt myself smiling as I read the article. It was all I could do to play the part of the shocked neighbor. For the first time in days I was happy again. My whole outlook on life soared until I realized I still had to decide how to deal with Karen. That evening when I got home Karen met me at the door. She was pale and seemed shook up. She threw herself into my arms and gave me a hug, then, instead of welcoming me home, she said, "Did you hear about poor Darwin? They found him dead in his house yesterday morning." I was shocked at the sadness she displayed and my anger surged. It was all I could do not to begin yelling at her. I glared at her and held my anger and comments but it was difficult in the extreme. Finally, I said, "Yeah, I think that was all anyone talked about at work today. I can't believe so many people waste so much time worrying about a damn whoremonger like Darwin. Hell, as many married women as he fucked I'm surprised someone didn't do him in." Karen gave me a rapid glance and quickly turned away. I thought I saw a flush come to her face and neck. She said, "What makes you say that? I thought you liked Darwin." "Hell, I don't know anyone that liked the whoremonger except the married sluts he fucked. I'm sure he didn't stop when his wife caught him and divorced him. He was always seen around town with one white woman or another and most, if not all of them, wore a ring. I don't think I ever saw or heard of him going out with a black woman. He seemed to take pleasure in fucking white wives. So, no, I'm not upset he's gone. I never trusted that asshole. I warned him a couple of times about the way he looked at you and flirted with you. I don't know what I would have done if I ever caught you and him together but I guarantee it wouldn't have been pretty." Karen gasped and ran from the room. As she left she said, "GOD, Doug, how can you be so insensitive?" I felt my heart harden even more at her comment. Apparently she felt more for Darwin than I suspected. I grimaced and walked over to pour a little taste of Glenlivet. I walked onto the patio and looked over the yard. Finally, I sat in a chair and sipped the Glenlivet while I thought about what I was going to do with Karen now that Darwin was out of the way. I once loved Karen with all my being, but right now I was so angry all I could think about was how to hurt her, how to get my revenge for what she did. Hurting her wasn't enough, either. I wanted her to know why she was hurting. I wanted her to feel the pain I felt over the last several months and especially since I found out she and Darwin were lovers. I also wanted to keep all my assets. We lived in a no fault state. In a divorce she would get half of our assets and probably would get alimony (they called it spousal support now, but it was alimony) in the divorce. Oh, sure, she worked but her job only paid about a third what mine paid so I was probably hung there. Hell, if I divorced her how would I justify it? Oh, I know in a no fault state just wanting a divorce and filing for one was enough, but hell, everything had been so fine until recently. We didn't argue and even after Karen began being such a bitch about me running on Sunday morning we kept the discord to ourselves. As far as documentation went she was clean as a whistle. I had a couple of pictures on my cell phone from the day I walked in on them but I couldn't use them even if they would help or I would become a suspect in Darwin's death and in any accident Karen had. Shit, I was plain fucked. Over the course of the next three weeks I made and discarded more plans than I can count for getting even with Karen. I was still trying to come up with a way to make her hurt for what she did and know why she was hurting. The morning after Thanksgiving the final solution finally came to me and it was a gift from Karen! If it worked this would give a whole new meaning to Black Friday! We ALWAYS put up our Christmas decorations Thanksgiving weekend. On the way home from Thanksgiving at her folks Karen said, "Doug, if it's nice out tomorrow let's put up the Christmas lights." "I thought you and your mother and sister were going shopping like you usually do. I suppose you mean you want me to put up the lights, don't you? I suppose this is going to be another year when I have to do all the decorating for a damn holiday I could care less about? Well, I've got news for you. I'm not doing it this year. You want the damn lights up, you put them up!" Karen looked at me in shock then her face scrunched up and she began crying. "What's wrong with you," she blubbered. "Why are you such an asshole lately?" "I guess I'm just tired of your shit. For the last five months plus you've been a bitch to live with. You complain about me running, you complain because I don't give a damn about Darwin dying, hell, I think you're just looking for a reason to bitch me out any more. I'm sick of it." Karen glared at me and clenched her jaw. Finally, she looked forward and said, "If you're going to be such a shit about it I WILL put up the damn lights. It's no big deal anyway. I'll do it after we get done shopping or sometime this weekend. I sure wouldn't want you to have to do something you didn't WANT to do." Karen didn't get home until nearly four the next afternoon. She looked at the house and frowned then clenched her teeth. After she stomped into our bedroom I heard her slam the closet door. Soon she walked through the family room and out the back door. She was wearing her grubbies. I watched her bring out the lights then go back for tools and then make another trip to get the ladder. Karen struggled to extend the ladder and get it leaned against the house. I watched her and realized with a start she was using the old wooden ladder my grandfather used when he was a carpenter. It was old and brittle and the wooden rungs were cracked and ready to break. In fact, one of them on the bottom had broken out already when I stepped on it a couple years ago. I started to tell her to take the wooden ladder back and get the new metal one from the other side of the shed when the light went off in my head. This might be my opportunity! I walked out of the house and went into the garage. I took down a long rope and returned to the back yard where Karen had set up the ladder. I watched her struggle as she carried the large Santa to the roof. We always had Santa and his Sleigh on the roof. When she moved off the ladder she almost fell. Oh, this could be good. I intended to climb up the ladder carefully and place the rope on a weak or damaged rung. I thought I could put my weight on the rope when she stepped on the rung and perhaps break it. She would then fall from the great height and with any luck that would be the end. Then I had a better idea. I tested the rungs near the top and found two that were almost ready to break. I felt them give and heard them crack when I put most of my weight on them. I threw the rope down and returned to the shed for a hammer. I quickly climbed back to the top of the ladder and found the two extremely weak rungs. I hit the first one with the hammer and heard it crack. I hit it again and it broke next to the wooden side rail. I carefully pushed it back into position and climbed down the ladder once again. I watched until Karen came back to climb down for more decorations. When Karen saw me at the foot of the ladder she glared at me and said, "What, feeling guilty now? Or did you come out to be an ass about something else?" "No, Honey. I just couldn't take it any longer. I have to know if Darwin was really worth losing your marriage over. Was his black cock really worth everything you're going to lose?" "What? What do you mean by that? Is that why you've been such an ass lately? You're upset because I was sad when he had his accident and died? Jesus, you are an asshole aren't you?" "No, Honey. I'm upset because I came back home one Sunday and caught you fucking him in our bed. I took care of him and now it's your turn." Karen jumped slightly when I said that and stepped back from the edge of the roof. She looked around as if she wanted to run but she was trapped. I put my foot on the first rung of the ladder as if I was climbing up toward her. She back peddled once again and her foot landed on the end of the extension cord she left on the roof. She screamed and fell backward then slid off the roof. I heard her back break when she landed half on and half off the small wall around one of her flower beds. I admit it. I felt sick. I guess you don't turn off love as long as I have loved Karen in an instant. I rushed to her. I watched a trickle of blood come from her mouth. She groaned and turned her head toward me. Her mouth moved and I saw a tear trickle from the corner of her eye. I watched her a moment then she gasped out, "Sorry. Never loved him. He forced me and you wouldn't stay home to protect me." Karen looked me in the eyes for a moment. I watched her body relax. Her chest stopped moving. I couldn't help it. I began crying and rushed into the house to dial 911. When the ambulance arrived the attendants checked her out, looked up at me, and shook their heads. The police that accompanied them gently took my arm and led me to one of our chairs on the patio. Neighbors stood around watching in shocked sorrow while I filled the policeman in on the accident. After I gave my statement the police officer looked at me and asked, "Why weren't you on the roof doing the decorations instead of your wife, Mr. Reid? Do you normally make her do that kind of thing? Or were you maybe up there with her and helped her fall?" I surged to my feet and yelled, "NO! No, I didn't help her fall. I told you I was on the ground and she stepped on the extension cord and fell. And no, I don't usually make my wife do the lights. I didn't feel like putting them up today and she insisted they get done. I told her if she wanted them up so damn bad she could do it otherwise she could wait until I got around to doing it. And, NO. I was not on the roof so how could I have anything to do with this?" To my great surprise my next door neighbor walked up at that time and said to the policeman, "I was walking my dog when Karen fell. I saw her stumble and fall then slide from the roof. Doug wasn't anywhere near her when she fell. I didn't even see him so there is no need for you to be berating him like that. He's lost his wife for goodness sake. Can't you leave him alone here?" The policeman looked at Estelle, our neighbor, and said, "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry. If I could just get a statement from you I can clear this all up and leave Mr. Reid in peace." He gently guided Estelle to the table on the patio where they talked for a few minutes. When the officer left Estelle came to me and put her hand on my shoulder. She said, "Come on, Doug. Let's get you inside. Who do we need to call?" Even though I hated Karen for what she did with Darwin I was heartbroken she died. Stupid isn't it? Hell, I was planning on forcing an accident and when a legitimate one occurred I found myself heartbroken over it. How stupid can a man be? After Estelle left me in my nearly dark den I sat staring into space contemplating my future. I was still sitting there in the dark when Karen's parents arrived. They hadn't even much more than got the coffee started when my parents arrived. I sat in the darkness listening to the gentle murmur of family in my house while I contemplated my now lonely future. I had my revenge but somehow I didn't think it was really worth it. I didn't feel bad at all over Darwin, but for some reason I felt guilty as hell about Karen. She was right, I hadn't protected her, but then she didn't ask me for help, she just seemed to all at once irrationally take exception to my running on Sunday, something she had been fine with for the first three years of our marriage. All it would have taken was her to tell me the first time Darwin bothered her and I would have solved the problem or at least tried harder to. I finally convinced myself Karen had been torn by the sex with Darwin. I had heard her begging him to fuck her and I had heard her agree to him spewing his sperm into her unprotected pussy, so I knew on some level she wanted him to fuck her. I think she felt as if she had done all she could to protect her marriage by asking me to stay home. When I didn't, she decided Darwin fucking her wasn't her fault and she enjoyed it. I did wonder if he raped her the first time or just strongly coerced her like I saw him do with the unprotected sex. I will never know. All I know is I feel guilty as sin for what I caused Karen to do. I should have just divorced her skanky ass and left things be. I hurt worse now than I did when I caught her fucking asshole Darwin and I'm constantly afraid something I did will come to light and I'll be arrested for either Darwin's or Karen's death.