40 comments/ 29221 views/ 8 favorites On Housing Hunters By: Myhands316 Author’s notes: Here is my first foray into the Loving Wives section. I hope you enjoy my attempt. Please remember this is a copywrited piece of adult fiction and all legal disclaimers apply. I got the idea for this by walking through my living room while my wife was watching one of her shows. I saw the woman and instantly thought, “What a ball busting Bitch!” I’ve been under some stress and this is the story that came out of all that. Please take a second to vote, or a few moments to comment or leave me some feedback. Enjoy: Have you ever wanted to be on one of those stupid cable shows? You know, Fix my House, Crash my Yard, or Housing Hunters? Well, my once future and never to be wife, signed us up for one. Actually, she signed herself up. But still, I got dragooned in for the ride. It was my biggest and last mistake with that bitch. I just thank God Almighty that it happened before I fucked up my life and said I do! I guess I should step back a little bit and let you know why I’m so fucking pissed about all this. My therapist told me I might be able to move on and try and trust another woman if I do. Since I’m not homosexual and won’t ever pay for sex, I have to try something before my balls either explode or shrivel up from lack of use. So, here is a quick history lesson about Thomas D. Striker Jr. I was born, raised and live a middle class life. I followed my father’s footsteps and joined the Marines (Semper-Fi!) when the call to arms came. I did my time in hell and was lucky enough to walk out of there still intact. I’ve seen, done, and live with shit no human should ever have to do to another. I don’t care what fucking religion you believe in. I guess you can say I’m lucky; all my scars are on the inside. That leads me up to my time in the hospital, my shrink, and the fact that I’m stuck between my anger and bad dreams. I love my family, but I can’t go back there. I was there for a visit, when a smart ass relative thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of me with some fire crackers. My dad and a few others were lucky enough to pull me off Cousin Jimmy before I killed the little prick. It’s not my fucking fault he can’t talk now. At least he’s alive. Maybe he’ll think before he acts next time. Anyway, after a six month stint in the Rubber Ramada, I decided to go where I might find some pleasant memories. So, I ended up back in my college town. You know the place I bombed out of school, but aced in partying. I went to work as a parts driver, while I took a few classes in computer technologies. You see, I had this killer idea about an online business. I just needed to figure out the ins and outs of computers and earn a little bit of capital before I took the big dive into being self employed. My anger management was working and I was down to bi-monthly visits to my shrink. All in all, it was the perfect time to meet someone that might have some of the same moral values. Someone who knows what the words fidelity, monogamy, and honesty mean. This is the part when I meet Laverne. Besides having a goofy name, Laverne is a wet dream come to life. Five eight, one ten, hazel eyes, Chesnutt hair; and legs that make a perfect ass of themselves. Her tits weren’t huge, but not small either. Her face could and did make most guys do a double take and run into trees. It was funny actually to watch. When we met, she wasn’t an Ice Princess, but had the ‘Fuck Off’ vibe about her with most guys. I later found out that the King to her Queen was a serial cheater and got two of her close friends pregnant at the same time. Can you say man trust issues? I figured she might be one of the ones who knew the meaning of the words close to my heart. Lucky for me, well I thought it was lucky for me at the time. I was assigned a group project with her and a couple of other students. It ended up being mainly us since Goth dude and Militant gay chick couldn’t say five words to each other before getting into a fight. They split after Laverne told them. “Why don’t you two just go bump uglies so we can get our project done.” She didn’t stop there. “It’s totally obvious you want to and I’m not getting a shitty grade because you’ve got the trots for each other.” She waved them off as they stormed out of the diner we were using for study group. “That went well.” I laughed. “Starved for attention is what they are.” She rolled her eyes. “Or pissed because you get more attention being yourself than they can being drama queens.” I shrugged chuckling. No, we didn’t start making googly faces at each other and run to the closest bed. What we did was talk and made a solid A on our project. I thought we started our relationship on a solid foundation of mutual respect and healthy adult desires. Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Make speed slowly’? Well it is a tacit that can be very effective when used correctly. I let her set the pace. Maybe that was wrong, but I didn’t hide the fact that I was into her, if she was into me. If not, then I’d go about my day and look for someone else to share my life with. The first time she made any significant physical contact with me was after she saw one of my other female friends hug me as I was going to my car. Julie, the other girl, was fun and a bit of a slut, but in a nice way. She wasn’t into serious relationships because she was having too much fun trying on whoever caught her eye for size, shape, and staying power. I will tell you her tits were real and they felt fabulous pressed against you. The next time I was with Laverne, she reached and twined her hands with mine. Of course, she made sure it was right in front of Julie. Julie just laughed and bounced her tits next to the flavor of the month. After that, Lavern always sat next to me, putting her hand on me if a woman was within twenty feet of us. I guess she was marking her territory. So, that went on for a month while I went home and tried to jerk off enough not to have a constant woody in her presence. Not that it worked, but I did find out that Udder Butter was great for chaffed dicks as well at sore nipples on pregnant women. Now, don’t get me wrong. Once the damn had been opened, I was right there. Sure I’d let her make the first move, but I was right there moving with her. I made sure she knew I was aroused, but didn’t think I had to rub my dick on her every time we were together. Then things started to really change. We were at a decent club, getting slightly toasted, when she opened the door even further. “Are you ever going to kiss me and make my toes curl?” She asked me with a look in her eyes that challenged me. It was all I needed. I didn’t say a word before I swooped down and let her have it. By the time I was done, we were both breathing hard. “Oh my god…!” She breathed into my neck. Since she could still talk, I went in for another run. I held her face softly and slowly kissed her as her lips softened against mine. I waited until they parted on their own before taking it deeper. I rubbed her arms and back, not going into uncharted territory. Did you know the small of a woman’s back is an erogenous zone? I know hers was, because every time I touched it she’d moan into my mouth. I could feel her high beams searing into my chest and her heat radiating next to my very hard member. I let her pull back as spots started dancing before my eyes. “Who taught you to kiss like that?” She was panting. “A woman I was dating overseas. It didn’t work out for us, but it was great while it lasted.” I smiled at her. “If I ever meet her, remind me to thank her for teaching you and then letting you go.” She smiled at me and held me just that much closer. “So, are you ever going to try and take this father?” I could see the want, but not the need… yet. “We’re going to take this as slow as we can. I don’t want to make a mistake where you’re concerned. I’m not looking for sex, but a real partner.” I shrugged and kissed her again, just to make the point. If I didn’t know better, I think she came when she stiffened up and all but melted in my arms. “Get a room or go on stage if you’re going to do that.” A laughing Julie said as she walked by with her new guy. I don’t know if Laverne was blushing or was just that flushed. Either way, we headed to someplace quieter as I taught her how a real man kisses his woman. Did I grab for her boobs? Nope, I lightly brushed the side a few times, so she knew I knew they were there. Did I grab her ass? Nope, again I touched the small of her back, right over her pant line and made her moan as my hand softly caressed her skin. What most men fail to understand, the most important sexual organ of a woman is her brain, followed by the close second, her skin. You get those warmed up and running, when you finally get to the really good parts, it makes it mind shattering for them. Some things are worth taking your time and doing right the first time. Making love is one of those things. So anyway, since I was giving her the space to make up her mind, I figured she thought she was in control of things. I guess no one had ever told her that control is the biggest illusion, right behind the theory that the Devil doesn’t exist. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. A tube of Udder Butter later, she was finally ready to take it to the next level. I could feel it building, but I was willing to take the time. If you pay attention, you will know when a woman makes up their mind. Seeing the look on her face, I stopped spanking Frank the week before I knew she wanted to spend the weekend together. I knew this was it. I was either getting laid, or needed to start looking elsewhere for a partner. Her mind was made up. So, I took her dancing early, so we would still have some energy when we went back to my apartment. I did offer to take her to her place, but she said we needed to talk. I opened the door for her. I got her a glass of her favorite wine and turned on her favorite music and sat there across from her and waited. “Why haven’t you tried to seduce me?” She asked, and this time I saw the need. “I’ve told you. I’m looking for a relationship, not getting lucky. If I have to seduce you then what type of relationship would that be?” I kissed her softly. “I figured when you are ready to make love to me, making the commitment to me as my girlfriend, then we can cross that boundary. Besides, I thought all you women wanted the slow romance?” I smiled at her. “We also like to know where a relationship is going.” She said, taking a drink of her wine. “This is going where we want it to go, when we want it to get there. I don’t feel the need to force, wheedle, cajole, or beg a woman to make love to me.” I shrugged. “If and when I make love to a woman, I want to know she exactly where she wants to be with me doing what we want to do to pleasure each other. Anything else and I might as well hire a pro. Once I make love, then I am faithful to that woman until the bond is broken.” I warned her. “You can’t be real.” She sighed. “I wouldn’t want to bet on that.” I smiled at her. “I’ve had only a couple of lovers in my life, but they were just that; Lovers. We will be equal partners, not a woman I had to force into a relationship. I doesn’t take much after that to find out if two people are compatible.” I unbuttoned my first three buttons. It was getting hot. “How much longer are you going to play this game?” There is a look in a woman’s eyes that tell you it is time to put up or shut up. “I’m not playing a game sweetheart. I figure you’ve made up your mind, or we wouldn’t be here. I also figure by the end of this weekend, we will either be closer together, or I will kiss you and let you go to find the one who really makes you happy. I know what I want, but I have to let you make up your own mind.” I reached over and caught the droplet of wind at the corner of her mouth. I guess in her mind, she had to make the first move again. But, once she was in my lap kissing me, there was no stopping me this time. I took my time exposing her skin, giving as much of it as I could attention. I kissed everywhere on her breast except her nipples, driving her to distraction. I refused to let her do anything but kiss me as I stripped her. Once she was naked on my couch, I held her down so I could kiss her legs. “Please… no more teasing, I need you!” She pulled my head to her sex and I started my explorations. “Oh God, Oh, oh, oh, oh,” She panted as I kissed, lick and sucked every fold, every nook, every petal of her center. “OHSWEETJESUSINEEDYOU!” She screamed as her body went into convulsions. I reached for protection. “No, no, no! Just you… I’m on the pill, just you!” She was panting and shoving the little package away. “I’m not going to last too long the first time, but there will be more.” I warned her as my cock slipped past her clit, looking for the glove of her body. “Take me; give it to me, I WANT IT!” She yelled as I slid myself into her depts. Okay, here you are going to have to use your imagination, because I have no clue what happened next. By that time we were grasping, clutching, slamming; bodies locked in the sexual dance. I know there was thrusting and she reciprocated, but… I mean it isn’t that good if you can remember it. Thought came back as we lay their gasping for air as our fluids drained down to the cloth covering on my couch. “That was awesome!” She pulled me down for a kiss. When I could, I picked her and carried her to my bed. I was glad I picked the old waterbed to convert for my bed. It was sturdy enough to take the pounding we gave it without slamming into my walls. I know my neighbors were thankful too, although her shouts and screams probably were heard in the next county. See, I told you. To really make love it is worth the wait and effort. After the first round, my backlog was taken care of and now I had some staying power. By the time Monday rolled around, we were both sore. But, I can tell you that she knew without a doubt, that she had been made love to, ravished, and blissfully tender every time she sat down. Here is when it would be great to say that she moved in and we had sex every time we saw each other. Its rubbish, but it looks good in those sex stories. In the real world, she still had classes, I still had work and classes, and the world kept spinning. She learned that I was a quality over quantity kind of guy, and not to come and get it unless she had the time to take the time because I wasn’t stopping once we started. She learned that the hard way when she was supposed to be in class, but I wouldn’t stop pounding her pussy and making her cum until I was finished and knew she could take no more. Since I was getting sex on a regular basis, I wasn’t in a rush. I mean if it is worth doing, it is worth doing right. I mean really, correct me if I’m wrong…. I thought not. ***** What is it about women that once they settle on a guy, they start nesting? Grated we were good together. Granted we spent most of our time together. But just because she got a good job after she graduated, doesn’t mean I’m ready to put everything I own into buying a house together. I guess she had a different idea though. She didn’t seem to mind living at my place long enough to get a down payment. I don’t think she was ready for the answer when she asked the question though. “Honey, I contacted a realtor today. I was wondering what type of house we should buy?” I knew it was coming, but I still wasn’t ready. “Um love, who said I wanted to buy a house yet. You know, I’m trying to save my capital to start my business.” I tried to be gentle. “Why should we wait?” She asked looking at me like I had grown a second head. “Because, I’m not ready to make that type of investment Babe.” I tried to explain to her. “I mean my business is going to take at least two years to get off the ground. Then maybe another five before I can start setting away some of the profits for retirement.” “Don’t you want to live with me?” She actually pouted at me. “Yes I do. I love you and like living with you, but I don’t think we need to rush into anything. Especially in this market.” I knew it wasn’t going well. “Oh, I know, you don’t rush anything.” I didn’t like the sound of it, but I knew she was irritated at me. “If I waited for you, we wouldn’t even be together yet.” Her voice had a snide tone to it. “Sweetheart, if it is worth doing….” I know she knew what I was going to say. I’ve said it about a thousand times by then. “I am doing it right.” She hissed at me. “I don’t want to waste sixty to a hundred thousand dollars on rent we will never get back. Buying a house is an investment in our future.” She was getting to the point if I didn’t nip it in the bud, it would end up being a bad fight. “I’m sorry Love; I am not ready to buy a house. What is wrong with the apartment?” I held up my hand. “Yes, I want to live with you and yes, I love you, but I’m just not ready for that type of long term commitment. I might want to look at something closer to my family once everything is settled. There is a lot to think about before you just go out and buy a house.” I tried for reason, but she wasn’t listening. ***** Here it is better to say that we didn’t see eye to eye on the issue. Here is where I found out she thought she ruled the house by the Pussy Rules. You know, she who has the pussy makes the rules. Now, I know relationships were work. I know every day it isn’t sunshine and roses. But looking back on it, that was the first day of the end of our relationship. A month of the none plan later, she came home and about fucked my dick off. Not that I was complaining, but I wondered why. The next day she was all smiles. I was of course interested in what put her in such a good mood. “What’s up Babe?” I finally asked once I could sit at the table. “I’ve made a killer deal.” She smiled. “I found three houses I want us to look at and if we can close in two weeks we will be on this show called Housing Hunters. They will help pay for the closing costs as long as they get to follow us around as we pick the house.” She chirped happily. “Damn….” I muttered. “I thought we weren’t going to….” I tried, I really did, but I guess I was already too late. “No, I guess we’re not. But, I’m not waiting for you to get off your ass on this one Tom. I’m buying the house by myself.” I sometimes think it would have been better if I just left then. I know it would have saved me a lot of heart ache. But then again, Laverne wouldn’t learn a valuable life lesson. My broken heart is a small price to pay… right? Again here, to make this shorter and not subject you to our arguments, we’ll say that I signed the fucking paperwork letting the film crew be up our ass as she found the perfect house. I played the game like a good little boy. I was even awarded a piece of her pussy for my efforts. So now, we could be a loving couple and sing happy-happy, joy-joy songs. I knew it was going to be bad when the real estate lady asked what ‘we’ were looking for. Laverne wanted something close to her work, not oversized and within her budget. I of course, know a little bit about it from my father who runs his own business, wanted the house to have hard wood floors, a new kitchen with stainless appliances. It needed to have the deck already on the house, a nice yard and something if we did work this out we could grow into since we were looking at a thirty year loan. It would take at least ten to get it so we had enough equity to sell at any type of profit. This of course got me the hairy eyeball from Laverne. “If you want that much say in the house, then why aren’t you on the mortgage paperwork?” I bit the inside of my mouth, tasting the blood so I wouldn’t bark at her for being a cunt in front of God and everybody. Well you can see the hell I was going to have to live through for the next few weeks. On Housing Hunters The first house was just too small. It needed way to much work to update and the price was ridiculous. It needed a new electrical panel, but it was five minutes from her work. I guess since I was trying to build a business, it didn’t matter about my work, even though it was a half hour away from my job. The second house was a bit better, but still too small for me. I had the balls to point a few things out, only to get the look from Laverne. There is a section where they do an interview with the people. I had walked outside to cool off. When I came back in, I heard Laverne say. “I know we are in a relationship, but since I’m buying the house, he will just have to deal with my choices. Now, if he was to put some money in, it might be a different story.” They went on and I walked away. As a matter of fact I walked home. Of course I heard it from Laverne when she came back how I embarrassed her if front of the crew. I again bit my lip until it bled and tried what my therapist said to do to control my anger. By this time I smelled the shit and knew I needed to clean up the mess. The third house that was going to be shown was more like it. It was newer, had a good floor plan, enough room for me to have an office even after we had kids, if we had kids. Backyard had a huge deck, half covered, half open. Great for entertaining with a completely customized new kitchen with everything you’d ever need. Yes, it was a bit over her budget, but I figured it was the best investment in the long run. Again, I added my opinion for the camera. Again I walked home after the interviews. By now I was ready to pack my shit and get out. Laverne in her infinite superiority told me under no uncertain terms; that unless I was buying the house it wasn’t my decision to make. If I didn’t like it, then…? Did she really threaten me? I told her that I was trying to look out for her and that if we were going to live together, I should have some say as to where we lived, since we were now living in my apartment. I never knew what she really thought of me, but it was obvious that she thought I was some wimp cuckold of man who, because she had the pussy, that I had to toe the line. That since she was buying the house it would be her decision. The one camera guy could see the paint on the walls, but the producer, a woman of course, was all about the empowered woman angle. Then came the last nail in the coffin; the choice. They took us out to some sports bar while we discussed her choices. I killed the first house by listing the fifty thousand dollars of updates it needed. Then the part really started. I gave her all my reason why the third house was the better house for us. The extra room, the space to grow, the better neighborhood. Everything though out logically and systematically. “Well, since I have to do this on my own, you just don’t get that much of a say. If you want to chip in to the price so it is in my affordability zone, I might be in the mood to listen, but since I’m doing this by myself, I think the second house is the better choice for me.” I wanted to get up, but I stayed not looking at her or the video guys while she told me her opinion. “Since you will be living off me, while you try and get your business going and won’t be helping with the bills, I’m going to tell them that I’m buying the second house. It is closer to my work and I can afford it by myself.” She smiled at the camera and tried to kiss me. “Whatever Laverne.” I moved my face so she got my ear. “This is a mistake but you don’t want to listen to me. I hope you’re happy with your choices.” I got up and walked off. ***** I missed the signing, I missed the closing. I missed the loan application and I missed the woman I fell in love with. But, she made her bed and she could sleep in it alone. Oh, I played the part. I didn’t want to her lose her new house. She was going to need it to live in. Me, I made sure my stuff wasn’t packed with hers and called my dad. You see the place that wasn’t good enough for her, belonged to my family. But she didn’t want to listen to that. The stupid woman didn’t realize that I stopped trying to make love to her. She was so busy making her arraignment that she didn’t even miss it. She was stoked about moving into ‘HER’ house. Then move in day happened. I think she finally started getting a clue when none of my stuff went into the trailer she rented for the move. I had one of my dad’s trucks and my stuff went in it instead. Yes I was moving. You see, my family owns more than one complex, and when it all came crashing down, I didn’t want her to know where I moved to. I drove all her stuff to her house and helped her unpack. Once her stuff was at her place, I caught a cab to go get my stuff. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her… “Good Bye Laverne, I hope you are happy with your new house. I’ve got to go get my stuff and get it settled.” She was singing while she started unpacking. At least she was happy, that’s something I suppose. It took her a week to track me down at my job. It seems there is supposed to be a happily ever after segment. Well, she was happy and I was done with her bullshit. “Where have you been Tom? She asked looking at me strangely. “Why haven’t you moved your stuff in yet?” I waved to my boss, letting him know I was okay. “I did… I have.” I shrugged. “It just wasn’t with you. Remember this wasn’t my choice. This was all you!” I went to turn away. “Excuse me?” She grabbed my arm. “What the fuck does that mean? I thought you said we’d be together!” “Laverne, I have never hurt a woman, but if you don’t let me go, I will.” I think it was the look on my face that made her step back. “What did I ever do to you to make you say that?” She was honestly confused. “Think really hard Laverne, I’m sure you can figure it out! You’re a smart girl….” I sighed at her blank look. “I warned you, but you didn’t listen.” I was growling. “They need us for some re-shoots…” She swallowed. “They need to finish the episode.” She reached into her purse. “So fucking what? Go do them. Not my issue. This was your big plan, not that you ever listened to me. Go do who and what you want to, I don’t fucking care anymore.” I all but screamed at her. “Is this about the show? Did you get your little feelings hurt?” She laid on the sarcasm. “My god Tom, grow up, I was playing it up for the camera. The producer loved it.” She still didn’t have a fucking clue. “Fuck you and fuck that damn show. We are done! Go live in your house that isn’t going to be worth half of what you paid for in six months when they start construction on the new downtown center. Since you know so fucking much, you go do what you planned on doing! Just get the fuck away from me!” I ran, not out of cowardice, but to save her life. I did once love her. Did it make me feel like a man as she ran to her car crying? What do you think? It made me feel like shit and ripped my heart open that much more. How the producer tracked me down I haven’t a clue. But she all but threatened me with legal action if I didn’t finish the show like I signed up for. She didn’t give a fuck about the relationship she ruined, she had a show to do and she was going to do it. So, all during the happily ever after shots, I didn’t say a fucking word to any of them. I sat in the background ‘working on my internet business’. Actually I was writing ‘I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, you cheating slut!’ over and over again on a blank page. It was lucky that no one died by the time they got it in the can, as they say. After filming, Laverne asked me to talk. “Tom, what happened to us? Can’t we talk? I thought we were a team?” She tried to put her hand on me. “Not here!” I ground out. “If you want to talk, I’ll be at the club we once liked.” I walked away, not caring if she followed me or not. I was on my second seven and seven when she walked in. She sat across from me and tried to smile as she looked around. “What do you want from me Laverne? Haven’t you done enough already?” I set my glass down and put my hands in my lap so I didn’t slap the look off her face. “What did I ever do to you?” She asked with a hint of anger. “You disrespected me; you made me out to be some pussy whipped, wimp, cuckold… on fucking TV no less. Why? To get your seventeen minutes of fame and closing cost on a house you going to be stuck with for the next thirty years.” Yeah, I was pissed and it showed. “I didn’t disrespect you. I gave you all the respect you earned.” Again with the snide tinge in her voice. “How did I earn your disrespect Laverne? I took my time; I didn’t pressure you into bed or a relationship. I gave you space, I helped you write you fucking papers for school. I thought we were a team.” I echoed her words. “But….” She tried to interrupt. “I told you my plans, what I thought were our plans. I told you it wasn’t the time to buy a house. But since you never respected me…. It got me to wondering when you started cuckolding me. When did you think it was okay to fuck around on me and betray me? You, the one who supposedly hates cheaters! But, a slut will always show her spots.” I was breathing hard, trying to maintain what little sanity had left. Her face paled. “I never… we weren’t married or even eng…. How did you?” She stammered. “You mean you never wore this ring?” I pulled it out of my pocket. “I told you… fidelity, honor and love. I’m a fucking Marine for God’s sake… Semper Fidelis and all that shit. Look it up!” I was so over her crap. “I was just making sure…. It was a mistake… but I didn’t cheat!” She tried; hell I don’t know what she was trying to do. “Yeah just like your ex was making sure how much pussy he could get behind your back. He wasn’t cheating either.” I sneered. “In one of my fucking families apartments no less. You might as well fuck him in our bed. Or did you?” I shoved the ring back in my pocket. “What do you mean?” She looked frightened. “I never said we….” God, what a stupid cunt! “Oh, I bet you didn’t know my family owns the apartment I lived in and three others around town? I bet you didn’t know I know a lot about real estate. You figured since I was your security net, you could get a quick fix and then settle down with the clueless cuckold. You, who thought she was so smart, are nothing but a fucking slut and whore. For what…? You didn’t think I missed the slights? The attitude that you had something over me? Are you fucking brain dead?” I screamed at her. “Sir, if you don’t quiet down.” The bouncer walked up looking irritated. “Bring back up; because if you touch me, I’ll fucking kill you where you stand!” I told the bouncer. “I’ll be leaving shortly anyway.” I added as he looked at me and backed off. “Who are you…?” Laverne asked backing up. “Why are you acting this way?” She turned on the water works. “Right now I’m probably one of the deadliest mother-fucker’s you’ve ever met. I knew within minutes that you were spreading you legs for that camera man. Why do you think… fuck this shit! I’m out of here before I have to kill someone and you’re not worth it!” I tossed two twenty dollar bills on the table and started walking away. “But Tom, it didn’t mean anything. I was just making sure we were right for each other. I wanted to be sure before we settled down forever.” She called out crying. “That’s where you are wrong Laverne.”I didn’t turn. “To me, it meant everything. Don’t ever call or talk to me again. Life to too short to waste on stupid cheating cunts like you. I’m sure there is someone out there that knows what the words fidelity and commitment mean.” I hit the door just as the cops pulled up. I just kept walking. ***** “So there you have it.” I huffed and sat back in the uncomfortable chair. “That’s how getting on a stupid cable show fucked everything I had been working for, for years. It’s strange how women think. How they all say the same stupid things when they get caught. How they think they have the only or the best pussy in the world, and having such, makes them so much better than us men.” “Statistically speaking, men are more apt to have an affair.” The voice said behind the pieces of paper. “Oh sure, some men will fuck a woman if she’s willing. They’re men, it’s what they do. Sure, there are men who do it for spite. But you see; I’m not one of those guys. I will never be one of those types. I do know what I want and will try and keep looking as long as it takes, I suppose. One of these days, I will ask for my grandmother’s ring from my mom again. Until then I know it is safe where it’s at.” “Um-huh… If you say so.” She kept reading. “So, Ms. Therapist, now you know everything. Did writing it down give me some type of fucking closure?” I scoffed. “Nope; it ripped it all back open again and made me feel like hammered shit! My only consolation, I didn’t ask her to marry me before her true colors showed. And you ask me why I move so slowly? You wanted to know where my trust issues, I think you called them, came from. You see, it is all a matter of time.” I hated sitting in her office. It smelled like old farts and lilies. “I’ve asked you not to call me that Tom.” She looked at my paperwork. “What’s a matter of time?” She set the papers down and looked at me over her glasses. “In time, a good woman will show herself to be a good woman, and a slut will show herself to be a slut. No matter how good a liar they become, in time it shows. It always starts with simple respect. I much rather be with someone like Julie, who is at least honest about who and what she is, than anyone like Laverne. Who thinks she can hide it or use her pussy it to get what she wants. Yes, the days of plotting her demise are over. No I don’t ever want to talk, see or have anything to do with her again.” This was getting old… fast! “Are you still going to therapy?” She took off her glasses. “Not as often as I was.” I sighed. “Okay then… I guess I only have one more question for you Tom.” She sat forward. “How long are you going to punish me for her mistakes?” “I’m not.” I started to say, but stopped at her look. “Either you are too frightened to let me in, or you’re taking out on me, what she did to you.” She sat back and picked up the pages. “Reading this, I honestly don’t think you’re afraid of much. So, that only leaves one other option.” She gave me the look. “I see you point, but I have one of my own.” I thought about how to tell her what needed to be said. “When you are a little kid and you touch a hot pot for the first time and burn your hand, it teaches you instantly how to avoid pain. From then on, you always check the pot to see if it is hot. You’ll keep checking it for the rest of your life.” I crossed my arms, making my point. “I understand ‘once burned; twice shy’.” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “But, you can only use that excuse for so long. Like you said, it’s all a matter of time.” She smiled sadly. “In time you will either let it go and love again, or I’ll have to start looking for a new boyfriend. I refuse to be punished for the actions of a stupid cow that wasn’t smart enough to see what a good man you are.” She put on her glasses and looked at her watch. “So, this is the all or nothing speech?” I was half tempted to get up and leave. “No Tom, I will never give you an ultimatum!” She shook her long red hair, her green eyes going misty. “But just like you, I have to protect my heart. You are strong enough to admit you have a problem with anger and PTSD. You are brave enough to let me read this.” She fanned the papers. “But, do you trust me enough to open your heart to me?” I tried to answer, but she stopped me. “Don’t answer right now, but think about it.” She folded the papers and put them in her purse. “While you’re thinking about that, remember this also…. I am nothing like my sister. Julie was always the wild child. I’m more like my parents. They’re still happily and faithfully married after thirty years.” “How did we end up together?” I asked with a heavy sigh. “One, you never dated or did anything with Julie. Two, Julie told me you were the best guy she ever met, and if she could be faithful to one man, it would be you. And three, we both got ditched at that stupid wedding she dragged you to.” She smiled. “The rest is history.” “Do you want to go out for dinner?” I asked her, knowing I had already lost this battle. “No sweetheart,” She sighed. “I want you to go home this weekend and apologize to your cousin again and talk to your father. I might be wrong, but I feel there is something else holding you back. When you get back here, let me know if we are moving forward or not.” She held up her hand. “I love you, but yes, I want all of you. It’s your choice Tom. Besides, I don’t think I could say no to you right now. Once we take that step, then it’s all or nothing.” She wiggled her left hand. ***** “So there you have it Dad, what do I do now?” I asked, after briefing him on my life. “Look son, you are too much like me, so I’ll cut to the chase.” He reached up and smacked the back of my head. “Pull your head out of your ass and marry that girl!” He sighed. “Fucking kids these days.” He shook his head, exasperated. “But Dad, if anyone should know it’s you!” I rubbed my head. Dad didn’t pull his punches. “Once trust is broken in a man, it’s hard to fix. It’s not like I can go out and order a new set of glasses or something.” “Yeah, and just because one village is full of the enemy, doesn’t give you the right to kill the next one just in case. Each situation is different. That bitch just made you to think backward for a bit. Trust but verify… remember that? If you don’t trust someone, they will never be able to prove they are trustworthy.” He rubbed his ear. “How’s Jimmy?” I changed the subject. “You mean the voiceless nutless wonder?” He laughed. “His mother should have smothered him in his crib.” He kept smiling. “He didn’t learn from you, so he thought it would be funny to get even with his boss by fucking his daughter if she was willing or not. I hear his nuts are in a jar, decorating John’s desk.” He laughed harder. “What happened?” I asked stunned. “He’s finally learned never to fuck with a Vet.” Dad chuckled again. “The last we heard he’s hiding somewhere in Mexico. John told me when he found out what he did; well you can guess his reaction finding Jimmy sleeping in Lisa’s bed. He took a castrator and snapped the band around his nuts before Jimmy could move. It might have been better if Jimmy didn’t further the damage when he nutted himself on the fence while he was running. So, by the time he made it to the hospital, he was incoherent, and the damage was done.” “Damn, that’s harsh!” I had to laugh. “Why didn’t he make them get married?” “Because Lisa already told him that she was Gay and moving in with her woman lover. He also left the bottle of Rohypnol on the table. If it was me, I’d just shot him in the head, but justice was served in the long run.” He patted my shoulder. “You can quit feeling guilty. We understood then. I just had to keep peace in the family and you needed the help to get over what happened to you over there. The family will take care of Lisa and the baby.” He promised. “Wow, what…?” “They’re fine.” Dad answered before I could finish my question. “Lisa doesn’t remember it; and is happy as a pig in poke about being pregnant. We’re all hoping for a girl, or that’s going to be one spoiled boy. You want a beer?” He asked getting up, and basically finishing our discussion. “Sure… when do you think Mom will get home?” I asked while he went and got us some beer. “She makes it home about five or so to fix dinner. She’s helping them set up the nursery and stuff. Why?” He sat back down and tilted his bottle. “Oh, I just need to talk to her before I go back.” I shrugged. On Housing Hunters Epilogue: “So how do you feel about Laverne now?” Julie was rubbing her tits all over me as she hugged me close. “I don’t care anymore… why?” I hugged her; and yes her tits still felt fabulous pressed into me. “Just wondering if you’ve forgiven her or not.” She looked up at me. “I have no feelings either way anymore. She’s just a part of my past. I don’t feel anger or like. She’s just the same any stranger I might meet on the street. Why are you bringing her today of all days?” I was uncomfortable in my monkey suit. “Because, she’s in the back row bawling her eyes out.” She whispered in my ear. “I doubt she’ll stay, but if she does… remember the last wedding we were at?” She giggled. “I um….” I was stammering. “Sorry sweetie, time for me to go. I just thought I’d give you fair warning.” She skipped off, her tits bouncing for the enjoyment of every male to follow, as she made her way to the back of the church. The music swelled when she got in her place and gave the preacher the high sign. She walked down the aisle as my eyes were centered on the woman standing behind her. The procession stopped and we all turned to the front of the small church. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered to join these two people in Holy Matrimony. If there is anyone who knows a good reason why these two should not be joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace.” He looked around. I heard a sob as a door closed. “Do you Thomas David Striker Junior; take this woman, Mary Teresa Jacobson; to be your lawfully wedded wife….” “Yes I do..!” I said out loud, looking at her green eyes. “Not yet son, I still have my part to finish.” The preacher said as the crowd laughed and the love of my life smiled at me. You see, sometimes even us assholes get lucky. Once I followed my dad’s suggestion, the rest fell into place. So, I’m standing here wondering how it is going to feel to make love to my wife for the first time. Something tells me it’s going to be worth the wait. What do you think? Post script: Granted it isn’t quite BTB, but I thought the ends fit the crime. And yes, I feel betrayal by either partner should still be a crime. You make a promise, and breaking the rules should have consequences. Still in the end, Tom did end up with a true loving faithful wife; as it should be. Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think. Myhands316.