150 comments/ 134109 views/ 63 favorites The April Fool By: Sid0604 Before you email me and tell me this story reminds you a little of Rod_Walker's very memorable story "The Halloween Prank", I will let you know I have written this with his story in mind. Rod, if you are reading this I loved your story and I have read it numerous times but I thought someone with a different frame of mind would have reacted differently and then I let my demons run wild. I thoroughly enjoy reading Rod's works and look forward to his new stories. If you haven't read any of his stories yet, I highly recommend them all to you; they are all great. Maybe it was my twisted sense of humour or a feeling of pain deep down in my groin that the instigators of his Halloween Prank got off too lightly for what they did, that has prompted me to write this. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you think my main character may have overreacted I will blame my demons that I let loose. If you haven't read "The Halloween Prank" by Rod_Walker already, please read it and I promise you will enjoy it. ---------------------------------- The April Fool By Sid0604© My wife Vicky and I have known each other all of our lives. We were born within weeks of each other and played together as babies then grew up as neighbours in the same small town. Polaroid photos I have found have shown that as babies we even suckled from the same breasts for what reason I am not sure but I found out much later that our parents were closer than neighbours usually are. We always played together and went to the same schools starting with kindergarten and have been inseparable our whole lives until this incident. Some people said it was like we were joined at the hip. She was my best friend throughout our childhood and teenage years; in fact my whole life. Vicky was a tomboy and we looked after each other covering each other's backs and were always on the same football team or baseball team. Both sets of parents used to say it was like they had twins each instead of only having one child. It might sound silly but both of us called the other's parents mom and dad as well. As we grew older we saw our small town swallowed by an ever expanding state capital. We even ended up with a zoo; oh sorry, I am supposed to say nature reserve to make everyone feel happier about it, and a couple of hospitals, as well as a university. All this expansion created great business for my dad's hardware store. We lived at each other's houses as we grew up; had meals at each other's places and swam in each other pools. It was like having two sets of parents and I certainly didn't miss having any siblings or cousins around. Vicky was gorgeous from a very young age and loved being naked as much as she could when her parents went out and she soon convinced me to do so as well. She always wanted to be a Vet and whenever she wanted to explore a male body particularly in her early teenage years she used mine; and I certainly enjoyed exploring hers. We even had sleep overs in her room regularly, well into our teens even when her mother caught her fucking me. On pain of death, I had to promise never to tell anyone but I always wondered why I was sworn to secrecy when my mother and father knew before I got home next morning; it didn't stop the sleepovers though. We had already been fucking since the onset of her puberty and getting caught certainly didn't stop her almost raping me when the urge overtook her and that was often. Her mother knew how strong headed Vicky was and had the good sense to put her on the pill; to help her complexion of course. It was probably just as well as after we used condoms once she refused to let me use them again; it didn't feel the same she said. Secretly our parents wanted us together and married by the time we finished University and it was almost like they were encouraging us to be lovers at an early age. It was the towns worst kept secret that we would end up married. From an early age our parents used to meet every Saturday night for a dinner or a bar-b-cue then party afterwards while Vicky and I were bundled over to the other house with plenty of pizza and fruit juice and soda for the night to watch videos as long as we wanted to and if we didn't put ourselves to bed we would wake up in the morning with blankets over us. In our teens we took the opportunity to fuck ourselves silly; we never wanted to go out as we were always too busy. It didn't seem strange to either of us that our parents would be having breakfast together usually in the clothes they wore the night before or just their swimsuits in summer and we would go over and join them when we finally woke up. I can still recall the first tragedy to befall us when late one Saturday night an Ambulance with sirens screaming and lights flashing flew down our usually very quiet street waking us and turned into my driveway. It still seems like yesterday. Vicky and I held each other tightly as we watched from the kitchen window next door as the two paramedics rushed into the house with their bags and a trolley. We weren't game to move while they were there and soon enough they were loading someone into the ambulance. We were old enough to realize it must have been her father as her mother got in the back with him. With lights flashing the ambulance disappeared into the night. I took Vicky's hand as we tentatively walked back to my house and met my parents at the door. They told me to wait at home for them to come back and they took Vicky with them to the hospital to be with her mom and dad. At least Vicky had a chance to see her dad and tell him how much she loved him. He spoke a few words and gave her a smile then he had another major heart attack and died. He had had a severe heart attack at our house while they were all partying. My father phoned to tell me her dad had passed away and asked me to put on the coffee as they would all be home soon. I had known Vicky's dad all my life as a second father and I wished I wasn't alone when I was told; I cared a great deal about him and I cried so much. When they finally came home and saw me they knew they had made a dreadful mistake and I should have gone with them. While had been waiting, I walked around the house and was struck that it must have been a boring party as there no mess. I watched some of the porno that was left in the video for a while but I had already secretly watched it with Vicky several times already. As I walked past the bedrooms I noticed the bed in the guest room was messed up and thought that was where they must have put him while they waited for the ambulance. I didn't think anything about my parent's bed being messed up though. Years later I knew better. He had suffered a heart attack while he and my mother were fucking. Our parents swapped partners every weekend. Once everyone came back to the house there was much crying and hugging. Strangely I felt a closeness to Vicky that night I had never felt before as we stayed locked together for what seemed like forever. I wiped her tears from her cheeks gently and kissed as many again away as well. Both my parents took turns in comforting her mother. I heard my father promise Vicky's mother that he would take care of them forever and she cried into his chest wetting his shirt. I just thought he was talking about staying close friends and didn't quite realize what he meant until I took over his business and went through the books. It turned out Vicky's dad had no life insurance and my dad started to support two households. After a month or two, the dinners and bar-b-cues returned still alternating between the houses and Vicky and I went next door to watch videos and to what we thought, secretly fuck. Whenever we stayed at my house and my parents went next door or went out with Vicky's mum I would sneak a couple of my father's video collection from his closet and we would learn some great new ways to make love. We ended up enjoying cow girl and doggy best. Watching Vicky riding me was amazing and I had forgotten how much until after my parent's sudden death I found heaps of videos he had taken of us from some hidden cameras. I found dozens of our parents swapping or all together as well. The thought of them making and watching the videos was all hard to deal with at first until Vicky's mum caught me watching one. She told me there was nothing to be ashamed of as they all had loved each other very much. It was then she told me her husband had a heart attack while he was with my mother and she was busy with my father. I asked about the ones of Vicky and I and she just smiled saying they all thought we were a beautiful couple and knew we would always be together. That wasn't the answer I wanted and started to think they all had a few kinks as well; why else would you video and watch your teenage kids naked and learning how to make love. I have since converted all of them to DVD and still watch them now and again with Vicky. I needed to be careful with them as we were under age in many of them. I didn't really need to tell you all this but I just wanted to share some of the things I remembered of my early life that affected me. Vicky always had a temper; not just a little yelling and screaming but a full blown raging fury that made a tornado look like a puff of wind. She was an only child like me and but had always had her way. She was a very popular girl in High School and had the jocks hanging around her all the time if I wasn't there, even though we were officially an "item" even then. One day the captain of the football team finally convinced her to go to the movies with him. She made no secret of accepting his invitation and I was so hurt; I heard from some of the other jocks who wanted to rub my face in it that they were betting how far he would get with her. When Vicky confirmed she was going out with him I cried every night for days leading up to her date. She hurt me so badly. I had never even thought about any other girls; none compared with her. I tried to talk her out of going out with him and even told her there was a betting pool happening at school; she laughed at me and told me not to lie. I thought about asking one of the other girls out as revenge but they were all too afraid of her to be even seen talking alone to me let alone going out with me. Before I forget, my name is James Marsh, just an average guy about six foot two inches tall; blond hair, deep blue eyes, like I said, average. Everyone asked if I worked out but I was extremely fit from working in the hardware store all my life restocking shelves and taking all the heavy items customers purchased to their trucks or utes. It is amazing how many bags of cement you can carry when you are really fit. As it happened, the weekend of Vicky stepping out, my mother's sister and her daughter, Amy were passing through on their way to participate in a beauty pageant in the capital in the next state and wanted to stay with us overnight. I knew they all caught up with each other every few years when my parents visited them. I later found videos of my parents swapping with them as well. It was real small town stuff and my mother's younger sister had married my father's youngest brother but they had moved away for employment I was told. Every time they went to visit I was left with Vicky so I hadn't seen my cousin Amy since she was little girl and now she had grown into a stunningly beautiful teenager. Maybe she was even more beautiful than Vicky. She was tall and had long blond hair and the same deep blue eyes as me. Our parents wanted to "talk" in private and gave us some money to go to the movies, so we went. I found out after my parents died that Amy was really my half sister and her mother had stopped in to get pregnant again; my uncle was sterile and all their kids were in fact my half siblings. At the time, I wouldn't have gone out with Amy if I had known what fate awaited me. We watched the early movie; it was OK and no, we didn't neck or touch each other up; we were cousins; well I thought we were. I didn't see Vicky and didn't look out for her as I tried to forget what she had done to me. When the movie finished I phoned my dad to come and pick us up but he told us he couldn't get to us for about forty-five minutes minutes so we decided to head for the coffee shop and enjoy some more time together catching up on the years since our last contact. I copped a lot of strange looks from other teenagers I knew and just assumed they were looking at Amy with her stunning looks. We were sitting quietly in a booth talking when Vicky suddenly appeared. Her eyes were ablaze and her face was flushed and if looks could kill both Amy and I would have been dead instantly; vaporised like on Star Trek. She moved very quickly to me and I was about to introduce Amy to her when she called me a "fucking bastard" and punched me in the eye. As I rolled back from her punch I covered my eye to somehow try to ease the pain only to have her pour my milkshake over my head. She then turned to Amy who sat stunned as Vicky gave her a verbal broadside about how dare she try to steal me from her; while all the time I was trying to interrupt. She said she had been humiliated when a couple of her classmates told her how I had been seen here with her and she was nothing but a tramp. This was too much for Amy who stood up and pushed Vicky's hand away as she kept pointing her finger in her face. I had seen this in baseball and knew what was coming and lunged to protect Amy; after all she was supposed to be in a beauty contest in a day or so and she wouldn't have looked any good with a black eye as well. I succeeded in protecting Amy but copped Vicky's fist in my other eye. I went to the floor this time as I was hurting badly but suddenly my pain got a whole lot worse as Vicky kicked me in the nuts twice; one for each she told me as I lay writhing in agony. As Vicky stormed out I heard her call me an "Asshole" then say she was going home and she would deal with me later for what I had done to her. Vicky disappeared into the night as quickly as she had appeared. That didn't really sit right with me as she was the one who stepped out on me and I was only looking after my cousin. At least I had stopped that jock from getting into her bra or knickers; well I hoped I had and would find out how far he got back at school on Monday. There was no noise in the coffee shop as everyone sat speechless looking at me thinking how glad they were that it wasn't them who had upset Vicky. I found out later I had won some hearts by protecting Amy but no girl was game to speak to me for months and I was laughed at for the next couple of weeks for having two black eyes compliments of Vicky; but it kept all the other males away from her as well because they were scared of her. She had a reputation now but so did I. This was something that was to play in my mind later in life. Amy wondered what had happened and between my gasps for breath I managed to say "Vicky". "Was that your girlfriend I keep hearing so much about? She is very pretty when she gets fired up. I feel so guilty that she thinks I was on a real date with you. What will you do about her?" said Amy. I just shook my head and raised my shoulders; I couldn't talk any more. I couldn't do much there as I could barely stand up and slowly moved to a neighbouring dry booth to wait for my father. When he finally arrived late, he looked flushed and asked how many gorillas jumped me. He cocked his head a little and grinned when I told him Vicky was jealous of Amy and said no more. We finally got home and found everyone was in bed, so I said good night to Amy and apologised for Vicky's outburst. When I awoke late in the morning Amy and her mother were gone. My father had neglected to tell my mother that Vicky had beaten me up and when I finally went down to the kitchen for some breakfast my mother saw me and went ape-shit about my getting into a fight while I was supposed to be looking after my sis...cousin. For a moment I thought she was about to say my sister; she obviously was confusing Amy with her mother. I told my mother what happened and she asked if I had phoned Vicky to apologise; "What's going on here? What had I done to apologise for?" I thought. I told her Vicky could stew for a few days then I might think about it. Mothers can nag and mine was an expert, so I relented and phoned Vicky. As soon as I spoke she slammed the phone down hard and now my ear hurt as well. Mom was nagging again so I tried the phone one more time. This time her mother answered and told me I should ashamed of myself taking another girl out when Vicky had always been there for me. She told me that I should stop calling her until she was ready to forgive me. I had had enough and interrupted her long tirade and told her that Vicky had dumped me for the night to go out with one of the jocks and I was taking my visiting cousin out at the request of my parents when Vicky attacked me without warning or provocation. Vicky's mother didn't know that Vicky had gone out with someone else and was quiet for a moment then asked if I was lying. I was about to be rude and hang up on her when my mother grabbed the phone to confirm my story. My loving mother told her I had been with my cousin (at least she got it right this time) and that Vicky had given me two black eyes and kicked me in the nuts....and I yelled out "twice". I had had enough and went to my room and locked the door. I didn't want my mother coming in to tell me I had to go over and beg for her forgiveness or something just as stupid. I was still hurting even after taking the painkillers so I was resting on my bed. I couldn't go out as I was sure everyone would have heard what happened by now and would have been laughing at me. I suppose I really hoped that Vicky would come over and apologise but I was angry at what she had done to me by hurting me both mentally and physically and I decided if she came over I would pretend to be much worse than I was. The doorbell rang and I could make out three voices downstairs. My mother was there; that was a given. I finally made out Vicky's mother and eventually singled out my assailant's sweet voice. I was in love again but I still hurt and thought that for as long as I hurt so would she. Our mothers were talking still and most probably now having a cup of coffee. I could make out the odd word but that was it. A noise at my door told me someone was trying to gently turn my locked doorknob. She called out softly to me; so softly I could barely hear her. I wanted to reach out and let her in so we could be together again. She knocked quietly again and again as she called out to me. I heard her say she was sorry and I wondered what for; dumping me or hurting me so I just left her at the door. I heard her start to cry as she slid down the door and sat on the carpeted floor outside. I listened to her crying softly outside my door for a long time trying to decide if she was pretending. I had been with her our whole lives and been there for her when she got hurt and cried from the pain. As well, I had been with her when she had tried to manipulate her parents by pretending to cry and I knew the difference. This sounded like when she had lost her father; I decided she was hurting and at the time I thought it wouldn't hurt her to know what pain I was feeling. If anyone made a big deal about it I would just say I was sleeping and didn't hear her. I was still hurting even though she was crying. I heard my father come home for lunch and felt guilty I wasn't at the shop with him. I heard him come in and start talking and laughing with the women and then I heard his footsteps as he mounted the stairs. He stopped and spoke to Vicky and I heard her answer telling him I wouldn't let her in. I thought I was going to be told in no uncertain terms to do so, but I heard nothing but Vicky's whimpering and decided my dad was on my side because he knew what she did to me. Then there was a noise at the doorknob again and this time the door opened slowly. My father had a key for my door; I should have known, given that he installed them himself. All these years I thought I was the only one with a key to my sanctuary. I had time to shut my eyes before they both entered and saw me "asleep". I could peek from under my arm and saw my father push her towards me then he left the room locking the door behind him. The April Fool Vicky just stood there looking at me in just my boxers as I lay on the bed. She stayed absolutely still and didn't make a sound as she just stood there staring at the one black eye she could see. I heard the adults laughing downstairs again and hoped my injuries were not the source of their amusement but thinking back now I suspect they were joking about us fucking and making up. Finally I had to roll over before I got pins and needles in my arm from lying funny. I made the mistake of opening my eyes a little and she pounced on me, smoothing me in kisses and telling me she was so very sorry for not listening to me about the bets that were being laid and for treating me so badly and finally for hurting me because she was angry. She didn't realize Amy was my cousin. She went on to tell me one of her girlfriends had run into her in the toilets at the movie theatre and told her that everyone had been betting her date could fuck her and she was being treated as public sport. She was so angry and remembered that she had not believed me and had just walked out of the movie theatre without telling her date. She ran into more friends as she started to walk home and they told her they had seen me in the coffee shop with a stunningly beautiful blond girl that no one knew. She had become really jealous and it only served to make her even more pissed off. Having her kiss and cuddle me felt so good but deep down I knew I had let my love for her betray my true feelings on how she had treated me. As she was kissing me I felt her hand slip into my boxers and find my cock. I stopped kissing her and gasped in pain and told her she had bruised my cock and nuts and they were hurting so badly. She starting crying again when I told her I didn't think I could fuck her for a week or two after the damage she had done to me and I hoped it wasn't permanent because I wanted children one day. Now that was deliberately hurting her because I knew she wanted children more than anything. In fact she had been telling me that nearly every time we fucked since we first did it and I had listened every time. She undressed before I could stop her; not that I wanted to. Then she pulled my boxers off and for the first time went down on me. I had asked her to try it heaps of times when we were watching the pornos but was knocked back every time; she said it was dirty but it hadn't stopped her wanting me to go down on her. Now she was doing it; she was finally giving me a blow job and things would be different now. My nuts still hurt but she got me so hard then straddled me and lowered herself onto my cock so slowly as she separated her pussy lips with her hand. She shuddered and moaned as I felt my knob pushing against her cervix and then rode me like she had never done before. In no time she was started to shake and she orgasmed but I just kept moving in rhythm with her movements. My nuts hurt and I was glad she was cumming so quickly. I could feel the pressure rising and I knew I would be able to cum deep in her again very soon. Did I mention that the reason her mother caught us fucking was that Vicky becomes very vocal when she orgasms and her mother had come to see if she was alright. It was no different when I shot my load deep into her then. She loved the feel of hot cum splashing deep inside her even at her young age and it set her off on a huge orgasm and this time she was really loud. Then all was quiet as I listened to her gasping for breath as she fell forward and we just hugged and kissed as my cock stayed in her pussy. Then I realized I couldn't hear the adults downstairs; they were very quiet and I was sure they had been listening to Vicky cumming. Then I heard them laugh and my dad went back to work. I didn't realize they already had seen videos of us fucking so knew Vicky had cum but this time they heard her as it happened. When Amy and my aunt drove back through town on their way home a few weekends later they stayed with us again. That night, the parents wanted their "privacy" again so I went out to the movies with a beautiful girl on each arm, mainly to show everyone that all was forgiven and that now I had both girls; no one knew she was my cousin. My reputation was saved. Our parents wanted to celebrate with Vicky's mum that night and my dad wasn't available to pick us up so after the movies we caught a cab back to my place when we had finished in the coffee shop. We fooled about quite a bit and all ended up naked in the pool and I think Vicky was very jealous of Amy's stunning body. We went back inside naked and kissed and stroked and brought each other off orally until Vicky mounted me and fucked me in front of Amy. Amy didn't mind as she wanted to stay a virgin until she was married and we respected her for that but she didn't say no to me eating her out. I think it was Vicky's way of showing Amy that I belonged to her and no one else and I am sure she got off even more knowing Amy was watching as well. I found the video of that night with the rest of ours. Things could not have been any better over the next five or six years and even into University as Vicky and I remained absolutely faithful to each other and stayed inseparable. It was still really a small town at heart and even though it was growing, stories still abounded about the night Vicky beat me up. We had lots of friends but no one hit on either of us. New arrivals in town were quickly warned of Vicky's temper and it almost became an urban myth told around campfires. Vicky would help out in the shop to give her spending money while she was at University and she and I usually worked there at the same time. Surely my dad must have suspected we used the time to fuck whenever we could but he never once caught us in the storeroom. Her mother never told her were the money for her fees came from but I heard my parents talking one night after we graduated before heading off to university as they convinced Vicky's mother to allow them to pay for everything as they were their family now and soon we would be married. It wasn't cheap. Vicky was doing a four year Vet Science Course while I did Business Administration for three years with some additional psychology, law and IT subjects to make it more interesting. I knew I would end up running the shop when my dad retired but I wanted to prepare myself for our future. After I graduated with my degree, I became more and more involved in the shop as my dad stepped back and in short succession took holidays for the first, second and third time in his life. First our three parents took a Caribbean cruise together. If it wasn't obvious there was something special between them before they left, even Blind Freddy could have seen it when they returned and Vicky's mother moved into the guest room. Vicky was shocked at first as she hadn't realized they were all so close. Then came a trip to Tahiti followed by another to England to look up long lost relatives living in some place called Northamptonshire? By the time they were finally home from their last trip my dad may as well as had two wives and he bought a huge bed for the three of them and the guest room was empty again. Half his luck at his age. He was only 45 years old and already semi retired. I moved in with Vicky next door to get some sleep. When we moved in together we formally announced our engagement and our folks were thrilled (as if they hadn't been expecting it) and we set the wedding date for the week after her final exams were finished. Vicky asked my dad to give her away and I don't think I had ever seen him cry before except when Vicky's father died. The first of many breaks came my way when the block of shops we were in came up for sale and I was able to convince the owner that it would be a bonus to him if he took a lump sum as well as monthly payments and he maintained a regular income source over the next ten years as paid it off with interest. He could even stay for free in one unit above the shops until the total amount had been paid off. I was thinking ahead and had big plans for the block of shops and I wanted to be on the receiving end of the rent trail. A major bonus was that we could establish a large Vet Surgery there for Vicky after she graduated. It was then I met Frank Westmore and his lovely wife Sharon. They were new to the area and were starting out as Private Investigators and needed office space. To supplement their income they also wanted to utilize their IT experience and knowledge to sell and repair PCs and peripherals as well as Wi-Fi security devices. It was Sharon who suggested I become a silent partner if I gave them rent free accommodation for a year. I liked them right away and knew Vicky would as well. I offered them the other upstairs unit as well for an increased percentage of the business. It wouldn't hurt to have a security vehicle or two next to Vicky's Vet Clinic because of the drugs and valuable animals she would be keeping on premises. That suited them and we became silent business partners and close friends. Through our contacts and customers we were soon able to direct an increasing amount of IT and security business their way. To kick our business off I stretched my budget and had Frank install a range of security devices throughout the hardware store for the first time. We married as planned and I hate to admit it but I my eyes misted up as I watched my dad walking down the aisle with my stunning bride. His eyes were full of tears again as he held her arm; he loved Vicky as a daughter. Her "two" mothers were a mess and going through the tissues so quickly. Every speech at the reception afterwards mentioned how long everyone had waited for this moment and that we were the perfect couple. The next day we were off to Tahiti for our honeymoon as Vicky had listened to all of her mother's stories about their romantic holiday there. Neither of us had any white patches on us by the time we returned but that was another story. We both caught a 24 hour vomiting virus at the end of our first week there and we recovered quickly for our second week and it seems Vicky got pregnant even though she was on the pill. We didn't know then that her getting sick had reduced the protection of the pill. Our parents and friends were thrilled but not as much as we were. We had really wanted for Vicky to be working for a few years before we started on a family but we very happy. It just meant we would bring our plans forward for the next two or three we wanted so they would all grow up together. He was a handsome little baby boy and we named him after Vicky's father. Vicky was in tears when we told her mother his name and she was reduced to a blubbering wreck as well. Her mum still loved her husband so much. I'm not suggesting little William was spoilt but with three doting grandparents and two loving parents what more can I say. Two years later was a bitter sweet occasion for us all. Vicky was almost nine months pregnant and about to give birth to twins any day. Sadly, my mother had found some lumps in her breast and my father was driving her to see the specialist in the city. They were travelling along the freeway when an overloaded semitrailer coming the other way lost control and crossed the medium strip and hit them head on. There had been no notice, no time, nowhere to go, and they were dead. When the semi was lifted off what remained of their car and it was opened up they found my parents dead but still holding hands. I was destroyed. The news sent Vicky into labour and the same day a little girl and boy were born and we named them after my parents. My parents had worked so hard all of their lives and finally when things were going so well their world ended. They had been looking forward to semi retirement and their grandchildren. A least we still had Vicky's mum. Once my family was home from hospital and in the care of Vicky's mother and all her friends, and the funerals were organised, I had some time. Vengeance was mine. I wanted blood and was about to give no quarter. This was something very new to me. Years of having been very forgiving and careful of feelings of others were suddenly wiped away for a little while. I was cried out by the time I met with Frank and Sharon in their office. I had arranged the meeting when they called in to see the babies as I had little experience with lawyers before, but my friends dealt with them every day and some of the very best in the state were now their clients. After a few minutes discussing what I wanted and a phone call later, I was driven to the offices of one of the most ruthless men I had ever met; he reminded me of a savage dog; a Doberman would aptly describe him. Strangely we got on very well and became firm friends. I was soon his client as "our company" had saved his neck on more than a few occasions. I told him I wanted someone to pay for the death of my parents and I didn't want to be dealing with this still in five or ten years. The sooner they settled out of court the better and I would reduce my damages claim if they did. I wanted to get this painful time over and get back to caring for my family. I let my Doberman loose on the transport company and in turn their insurance company. The crash was in the paper for days with all the gruesome photos the public could handle. Our Doberman pulled some favours and the media went to town on overloaded unsafe trucks and overworked and tired drivers and within days of serving the transport company, their insurance company was ready to make a very private and confidential settlement with a most outstanding settlement so long as everything quietened down again. They had originally offered far too little and they found the media campaign worse than before. In complete contrast, my parent's life insurance company was excellent and had paid out within days even though I had not contacted them. I never realized my parents had so many friends until their funerals. It felt like the whole town was there. I realised I knew almost all of them after a lifetime in the shop with my dad. With the new funds available I completely renovated the block of shops and put shade sails across the car park after it was resurfaced for the first time in thirty years. The result was worth every cent as the centre looked prosperous and it brought in a lot of additional business. Vicky now had staff at her clinic but wanted to keep working part-time from home so we extended my parent's house rather than sell it and built on a small Vet clinic for her to work from so she could be close to our children. Then we moved back in and at the same time she started doing some work for the Nature Park looking after their animals. Vicky decided she would look after some of the smaller primates requiring short easy procedures at her new clinic so she needed some equipment that you would usually find in doctors surgeries. They were such great times and we were a happy family. Vicky and I had sex three or four times a week then as often as we could on weekends, sometimes getting a little kinky. She still liked to swim naked late at night and I used to see the curtains in the windows next door move a little when she did. Quite a few times I went out to the pool hoping to catch a few private moments with Vicky in the pool only to find her mother swimming naked with her. She didn't look bad for her age. Things were going great and I couldn't have been happier; life was perfect. Sometimes you have to wonder how your life can change so quickly. After my parents died, Vicky and I moved back into their house and her mother moved back to the guest room. She rented her house out and our new next door neighbours were from out of town somewhere to the North. They were a couple about our age with one child; a girl. Grace and Phil Bellamy became our firm friends almost overnight and our children played together. We even went away on holidays together a few times during school holidays so that the kids could stay together. Somehow we started to compete with outdoor lighting at Christmas and with pranks on Halloween and even more pranks on April Fool's day as well as fireworks on the Fourth of July. We always had a huge party with all our friends every Halloween and alternated houses each year. Usually, we just bar-b-cued together on April Fool's Day. The pranking at Halloween and April Fool's Day started out slowly but over the years it escalated. I left a vibrator under Grace's pillow one year and when she found the gift box she thought Phil had given her a watch she had wanted. I can still hear him yelling out in the dead of night that he was going to get me. He gave me a penis enlarger, the bastard; as if I needed it. Then I gave her a larger vibrator and I gave him a shirt at the same time that had "Redundant in bed" printed on the front and "Can still wash dishes" on the back. Bob got video of me as I stamped out a burning brown paper bag on my porch. The only problem was that it was full of sloppy dog shit. He had set it up with Vicky and had rung the doorbell as Vicky was "getting ready" and I opened the door and thought the local kids were at it again and without thinking I stomped out the fire while Phil held the video camera pointed at me. Bob still wets himself laughing whenever he watches that video; usually at Halloween with our friends. The sod even talks about putting it on YouTube. The next year for April Fool's Day I advertised a garage sale at his place starting at 5:30am. I even placed the signs out before I went to bed. No sleep-in for him that day. Two years ago, Halloween was at Phil and Grace's and they had a bar-b-cue, so I switched his two full gas bottles for two empty ones to his severe embarrassment in front of all of his guests when he went to cook. Have you ever tried getting gas bottles filled in the evening on a holiday? Phil was gone for 30 minutes before he came back empty handed, only to find us nearly finished cooking on his bar-b-cue. Last year when the party was at our house I slipped away un-noticed and went next door to change all of their clocks ahead by an hour. They didn't notice the difference that night when they got home except we found out later Grace said it was too late for sex so Phil missed out. Next morning they were up an hour early and felt like they had hardly any sleep. So the bar-b-cue was at Phil's again his year and I knew I was probably going to be severely embarrassed as I knew he would come up with something worthy so I certainly didn't wear my very best clothes because I knew I would regret it. I thought I wouldn't have a problem with whatever he planned as I had dished it out I had to expect some return; it was only fair. As it was next door we didn't have a lot to do, only getting the kids ready to go to the movies with their grandmother. That completed and they were on their way. I cleaned my teeth and went downstairs where Vicky was waiting for me to go next door with her. She seemed a little distracted and she had a look on her face but had a rum and coke waiting for me as a starter for the evening ahead. I knew I would have to pace myself to stay aware of what Phil was getting up to, but I couldn't refuse a drink from her. As I drank I noticed Vicky seemed more than a little agitated and pissed off. I hadn't seen that look since ....well a long time. It was coming to me and I just needed to keep thinking about it and I knew it would come to me. My speech was slurring and my head started to spin and I wondered what was wrong with me. Had she had done something to my drink as a prelude to a prank for Phil? If they were starting with this, I needed to phone Frank to get him to watch out for me to make sure whatever happened was fair, but I never made it to the phone. I remember falling and then Vicky helping me into a wheelchair that she usually kept in her clinic, as she called me a "fucking bastard" and an "asshole" for the second time in my life and that was it and all went black. The April Fool I was quite groggy when I woke up and found I couldn't move. The surface I was on was cold and hard, then I realised she had wheeled me into her Clinic attached to our house. I looked around for Phil or Grace but could see neither but I did notice I was naked and my hands, arms and chest were strapped down and my legs and feet were strapped wide apart and in the air into the stirrups attached to her "Monkey table" as I jokingly used to refer it as. I could see all of my clothes neatly folded on her bench and I knew I couldn't move until Vicky released me so I called out to her in anticipation of whatever kinky things she had in mind. Vicky still looked angry as she walked into the room carrying a stainless steel bowl with ice in it. This could be interesting I thought. I smiled at her and she just shook her head at me and just looked at me. Her face was pale and I sensed something was wrong to make her the way she was. She was definitely angry but there was almost a sorry expression there as well. I asked, "What have you got planned for me Vicky? This seems a bit extreme but I trust you dear. It looks like I will be The April Fool this year." She bit her bottom lip and said, "You shouldn't have cheated on me James. I'm sorry but you made me do it. I am not going to let you fuck every woman that comes into our house like you father did." I wasn't in a position to argue but responded, "That was uncalled for, speaking about my father like that; he loved your mother so much and I had never even looked at another women; I don't need to as I had always had you." Then as an afterthought I asked, "Vic, I made you do what?" I was a little worried but was still expecting a prank of some sort and thought she would have Phil running in here any moment with his video camera. "James, while you were unconscious I removed your testicles. I fixed you; you know, neutered you just like I do to randy dogs. James quite bluntly, I castrated you!" This is some prank I thought and wondered who thought this up. I really was an April Fool this year. Her acting was great. I saw her eyes mist up and she seemed to be more sad than angry now then added, "You caused this and you will have to live with what you have done to me and the kids just like I will have to live with what I have done to stop you. You only have yourself to blame. You know I'm not allowed to touch people so I could be in serious trouble but it is worth it to make sure you never stray on me again." Tears filled her eyes and she looked into the stainless steel bowl as she put it on the bench next to a tray with bloodied surgical instruments and gauze that looked the part. She picked up a needle with thread attached. This was a world class prank I thought to myself; it beats empty gas bottles or moving hands on clocks. The script was good and Vicky's acting was excellent and I looked around for Phil or maybe just his camera running. Deciding to play the part I was supposed to, I said in a high pitched voice as I strained on the straps and lifted my head, "Oh god, my wife has castrated me, cut my nuts off to stop me looking at other women; I'll never be able to father the last child I wanted." I knew straight away I shouldn't have used that line but it made Vicky look at me again. When I had her attention I said, "This was a great prank Vicky. Where's the camera? When is Phil going to walk in on us?" "I'm sorry James, but this isn't a prank. I wish it was now but you shouldn't have done what you did. I was so angry with you. So angry; I couldn't help it. I need to finish and sow you up." Then I remembered the look I couldn't remember earlier. It was the same when she walked into the coffee shop when I was with Amy. All that straining and looking around was making my blood circulate again and I could feel some pain in my scrotum. I lifted my head and looked down. Well I could see my cock and then I saw a surgical clamp. No wonder my scrotum hurt; she had it clamped. It was starting to hurt now and I wanted it removed. I couldn't reach down and remove it myself as I was still strapped in. I realized then that the clamp certainly added another element of realism and if I hadn't know better I would have been screaming bloody murder. I still couldn't see where the camera was hidden. Maybe Frank or Sharon were in on this and had lent her one of their new miniature Wi-Fi ones they had been showing me. "Vicky, this was a great prank but you can let me go now please. My scrotum is really hurting now; at least take the clamp off me then take the straps off me. I know that you would never hurt me but it will look good when we replay it." "James, this isn't a prank. I was given proof that you and Grace have been cheating on Phil and me. I don't know what Phil is going to do about Grace but you won't be straying anywhere now. Wasn't sex with me good enough? If you wanted more you only had to ask; you know I was always ready and would never say no. Not even to the kinky stuff you liked. I would have liked another baby as well but you should have thought about that before you fucked Grace. I am happy with three kids and now you won't need a vasectomy." "What in god's name makes you even think I would ever want to fuck Grace? How can you have proof if I have never been with her in fact I have never even kissed her? We saw her topless at the beach last holiday remember but you were topless as well; is that your proof?" I was starting to hope it was still a prank but my scrotum was really hurting now. "Don't bullshit to me James. Phil was over earlier today while you were at the shop and gave me an envelope. He looked like he had been crying. He said he had hired Frank and he had just been delivered these this morning. There were glossy colour photos in the envelope of you and Grace fucking in bed so don't try to lie your way out of this. You're lucky you still have your penis. I almost cut it off as well." This was going downhill really fast and I began to hope deep down this was still a prank but I was getting the feeling Vicky was too genuine. If she really had castrated me for something I hadn't done there would be trouble; big trouble. I began to feel quite ill just thinking about my scrotum and nuts gone forever and Vicky using it as a money purse like they do in Australia with Kangaroo scrotums, as she started to move between my legs with the needle and thread. She looked into my eyes and said sadly, "Honey, no one but us will ever know and I will keep loving you; not the neighbours; not anyone; not even mom." Now I was seriously worried. "This is CRAP Vicky and this prank has gone way too far! Please take the clamp off me; it fucking hurts now and then let me go!" I stopped for a moment then added, "Vicky, did you hear what you just said about Frank taking those photos? He is my best friend and would never do that to me; you know that and the next thing, do you remember what Grace gave Phil for his birthday last month? Can you at least take the clamp off while you think about it but don't take too fucking long! It really does hurt you know!" Vicky looked up at me and her mouth opened and I knew she remembered. "That's fucking right!" I yelled. "A program for his computer to let him Photoshop his digital photos. You cannot be serious that you believed anything he said on April Fool's Day can you? You didn't even think he was setting you or me up for something later tonight did you? Don't tell me you believed him? Please for god's sake please tell me you didn't believe him! I can't fucking believe you of all people would think I would ever cheat on the only woman I have ever loved?" I wanted to drive that nail home real bad. "Oh nooooooooo!" screamed Vicky, as she dropped the needle next to me and started pulling at her hair. I could see she was starting to panic as I pleaded for her to let me loose. She grabbed the phone on the bench and hit a speed dial number. I heard Frank pick up, "Frank did you take any photos of James and Grace together? Don't ask, Frank! Did you do a job for Phil and take any photos of James and Grace? You didn't. Thanks. Bye." Then she hung up and hit speed dial again. "Phil you asshole, get over here now and bring Grace with you! We're in my clinic and just come straight in through the house." Then she slammed the phone back into the cradle. Minutes later, Vicky was still shaking her head from side to side pulling at her hair as Phil and Grace raced through the internal door from the house. Phil looked at me and said, "What the fuck?" Grace just looked at me and said something about big feet being right as she toured the table I was still strapped into. As she walked past my hips I saw her staring at my cock and she stopped and smiled as she kept looking. My attention was brought back to Vicky as she threw the envelope with the photos at Phil and screamed at him, "Were those photos you gave me fakes? I have already fucking spoken to Frank and he told me he never did a job for you!" She was getting louder, "Did you Photoshop those pictures?" Phil seemed too interested in looking at me strapped naked to the table and asked, "Are you two into kinky stuff?" Vicky pushed his shoulder hard to get his attention, "Phil, just answer my fucking question! Are those photos fakes?" Phil looked at her and smiled then answered, "Yep. They're really good. They took a long time to get right. It was really me and Grace but I found a photo of James from our holiday that suited and stuck his head on my body. Did you think they were real? We had a prank planned for tonight but seeing James like this is much better. Keep him like that until I get my camera, will you?" "Phil, you're a fucking cunt! You asshole! You, you bastard! I thought they were real and I have castrated James because of your fucking stupid joke!" she screamed at him just as Grace moved around in front of my legs to get a different perspective on my cock. I had never heard Vicky use language like that before and was really starting to worry this had gone far beyond a joke and wasn't very happy when Grace's eyes opened wide and had a look of horror on her face. She turned away and vomited. Now I was really worried. Had my loving wife really done what she had said? Vicky came back and picked up the needle again but this had gone on far enough. I screamed, "Don't you fucking touch me again! You stay away from me!" "But Honey I have to sow you up or you will need to go to hospital." she pleaded. I spat back, "Well I will go to hospital then! Get the fuck away from me!" She looked at me, "But Honey, I will end up in jail if they find out what I have done." "If you fucking touch me again you will have to chain me up for the rest of my fucking life cos I'll just fucking walk away and leave you! Now phone an ambulance and stay the fuck away from me! Will someone fucking let me loose now!" I yelled. Phil went to release me but I heard Vicky tell him I could injure myself more if I moved, so he stayed away. I noticed the prick grinning a bit. I decided then I was going to fuck him over big time one day soon. Vicky looked at me with pleading eyes as she picked the phone up again and dialled 911. I desperately wanted someone to take the clamp of me and remove the straps. I called out to Phil to help me get the straps off and to help me get free as Vicky was talking to the emergency operator. Her voice seemed mixed and I could hear anger and sorrow at the same time. "Please, I need an ambulance. It's an emergency; please send someone. My husband has been castrated. Please hurry!" They obviously identified our address from our phone number when Vicky called and answered "Yes" to several questions. I could hear the operator becoming louder as she thought there was a serious problem when she asked who was screaming for help in the background. Vicky answered that I was then "Yes" to a few more questions then, "He's still strapped to the table. Please hurry." I was still screaming to be released. Vicky just dropped the phone without hanging up as she pushed Phil to the outer door, unlocked it and pushed him out telling him to direct the paramedics in here. I noticed Grace kept looking at my cock and wondered if Phil didn't quite make the grade anymore; at least I took my mind of my problem for a few minutes but then I starting to get seriously worried about my scrotum or lack off. I kept calling out for someone to please help me. I was in so much pain now. I could hear the operator talking on the phone to me still so she must have been hearing me pleading for help. Vicky re-entered the clinic and was crying as she just stood there looking at me shaking her head and saying over and over again, "Please forgive me. I'm so sorry." I kept calling for someone to release me and the operator, god bless her heart was trying to re-assure me that help was on its way. I could hear the wail of multiple sirens getting closer from different directions. They were so loud now and I heard the screech to tyres turning and hard braking. I heard a voice on a loud speaker telling Phil to put his hands in the air. Then police seemed to appear from everywhere; from the inner door to the house and the outer door. Their guns were drawn and they were screaming at everyone to get on the floor. Vicky was obviously in shock now and just stood there still crying and shaking her head until she was thrown to the floor and handcuffed. Grace ended up lying in her own vomit and was cuffed as well just as Phil was forced back through the front door with his hands also cuffed. He was followed by several paramedics who, judging by their gear they carried were expecting the worst. I wondered if the operator had overestimated what was happening here. Thinking back she must have thought there was a dangerous situation as the response was over the top but thankfully very swift. All I wanted was someone to let me loose so I could take the clamp of my scrotum. I was pleading for anyone to please help me. The paramedics attended me but took their time checking me out before they released me and transferred me to their trolley without touching the bloody clamp. I heard Vicky as she called out to the paramedics, "I castrated him by mistake. His testicles and scrotum are packed in ice in the bowl on the bench. Please see if they can re-attach them?" Then she burst into tears again. I knew this had started from as a joke but the silly bitch had really cut my balls off over a stupid prank from next door. I stared at my wife for a moment as the police dragged her from the floor. She saw the anger in my face as they wheeled me out the door and I heard her call out to me and burst into tears again. I remember seeing Frank and Sharon arrive and running to me to see if I was OK when they saw me on the trolley. They were loading me into the ambulance carefully as Vicky was led past me; her hands handcuffed behind her back and her face full of tears as she sobbed. She looked to me for forgiveness but I just looked away as the doors were shut. I felt a prick in my arm and everything started to go black again. I woke in a white room with a nurse in attendance and a policeman sitting outside the door. As soon as I was fully conscious the nurse left and returned with a doctor. He turned out to be a specialist surgeon who told me I had been in theatre for some time. He was careful how he phrased things but basically told me that my balls could not be reattached so they had removed all the sperm they could find and it had been frozen in case I wanted some more children at some time in the future. The good news was that they had successfully reattached my scrotum and I had two surgical quality plastic testicles in there now so that I looked normal again; or would when the swelling went down. I had mixed feelings about what I was hearing. I was depressed I had been castrated and my real nuts were gone forever but at least everything would look normal so I could go on a nude beach again if I ever wanted to or wear my DT's with confidence. I suddenly remembered Grace staring at my cock and would have to remember never to let her near me. Everything was better that I could have hoped given the circumstances. He left and the Urologist visited and gave me the information I needed to hear. He spoke in medical terms and it didn't mean much to me until he said, "And the best news is that we can replace the testosterone with a simple needle every month or you can even get implants that can last 4 or 5 months, or if you want, daily tablets. It all depends on what you want." He didn't exactly tell me what I really wanted to know though, so I asked, "That all sound great, but can I have normal sex again; you know get hard and cum?" He looked at me like I hadn't listened to a word he said then answered, "Absolutely, you can have perfectly normal sex, or any others sort of sex if you want." I think that was a joke to lighten to mood then he continued, "If you want any more children they will have to be through artificial insemination and once you start getting testosterone you will hardly notice any difference in your sex life. We should start you on testosterone soon because within a month your body will have none left in it which means no more hard penis and no more intercourse. You choose if you want injections, implants or tablets; whatever is easiest for you." As he talked on for ages I nodded at the right times but I was only half listening as I was thinking of the good times with Vicky. I loved Vicky so much it hurt but she had given me the unkindest cut of all and I didn't know if we still had much of a future but I knew I wanted to be with her; but what if I couldn't trust her again? From experience I knew once I was released that I would be subjected to untold numbers of cruel jokes from you know who, in fact anybody. Would we have to move interstate or just me? My mind was spinning at a million miles an hour but my years in business had taught me to think clearly and formulate a plan that would work to my favour. I desperately needed some of my own serious pay back for what she had done to me and I also wanted to be alone for a while. I looked up at Specialist after digesting what I could remember of what he had just told me and said, "Ok, can we try the daily tablets for say, ummm six months or even up to eighteen months? What about dosage? Is that going to be trial and error?" Then I remembered he had covered that already. "Oh, and another thing, I don't want this blabbed around the hospital OK? If I find I'm being talked or laughed about, my lawyers will be directed to sue everyone involved. This is to remain strictly confidential. If this makes the news I am going to be swamped with film crews. Can I be completely isolated?" I watched him scribbling madly in the patient notes. Then I added, "I want absolutely no visitors except on my approval and no information given to anyone over the phone. As far as this hospital is concerned I am not in here. I find this whole thing extremely distressing and I don't want to get any more depressed than I am now." I watched as he printed in largish letters, "DEPRESSED". That might help me with some pay-back I thought. He scribbled more notes and told me that it would not be a problem but would cost more and he understood how I felt. "What total bullshit!" I thought. "How on earth could he possibly know what it is like to be castrated by your loving wife for something you didn't do?" But I said nothing. He then added that I would be in hospital for about two weeks for my scrotum to heal. I settled back in my bed to wait and I wondered how Vicky enjoyed being arrested. I used the time wisely and phoned my assistant manager and told her I would be away for two weeks and to have my cell phone and laptop ready for someone to pick up. I wanted, well needed, to know what was being said at home and at the Bellamy's to at least make me feel that Vicky hadn't castrated me for any other reason than her jealousy. I phoned Frank and he filled me in on what had happened after I was taken away by ambulance. When the police finally decided that Phil and Grace did not actually assist in the crime they were released. Vicky's mother with all the children arrived home to find the whole place was a crime scene and they were not allowed in so they had all spent the night with them. He told me Vicky was in deep shit and was spending the night in jail before bail would be set.