103 comments/ 43412 views/ 22 favorites The Exact Moment... By: Firsttimeguy Author's notes... 1- Not a lot of sex in this story 2- I didn't use an editor. All mistakes are mine. 3- Feel free to comment. I love constructive criticism. I liked it because...I hated it because...I feel you could do this better...I try to respond to as many as I can. That is, unless you are like this guy who left this comment on my last story... "The "nerd" couldn't even get his own revenge; he needed the mob to do it for him. Between that and the cockamamie plan to divorce Jennifer, I damn near lost my shit. This was beyond stupid; it was so idiotic that it lowers the IQ of anyone who reads it. Never mind the time I lost reading this ridiculous piece of shit, I want the 25 IQ. Points back." If you are going to hide behind an Anon and just blast it with no insight. It will be ignored. Hope you enjoy. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬________________________ The exact moment I lost my mind. This is going to be weird for me to say and probably just as weird for you to hear but I can remember the exact moment I lost my mind. Now I am no psychiatrist so maybe I didn't technically lose my mind but I do know that in that instant, I only cared about one thing. I no longer cared about myself, my wife, or my job. I fully gave up on common human courtesy as well. I remember it like it was yesterday. But I am getting a bit ahead of myself. My name is James. Jimmy to my friends. I married Mary 22 years ago. I am not going to go into a long winded diatribe about how we met and fell in love since it isn't pertinent for the story. There are 3 background things to need to know to fully grasp this story. The first is that I am not what you would call a Man's man. At 5'11 and 200lbs I certainly have the body for it. What I mean is that I don't do what you would call manly things. I can't change my oil or fix things around my house. I don't play sports although I do watch them on TV. I think this stems from the fact that I didn't have a man around the house growing up. My dad did a few tours overseas when I was in my developmental years. I only had my Mom, Aunt, Sister and her friends to guide me. By the time my Dad got a permanent spot stateside I was already set in my ways. I remember him asking me one day to help him fix the deck to our backyard. I was around 10 years old. He took out his trusty tool box and from it he pulled the family hammer. It was a wooden handled hammer passed down from his grandfather to his father. It had our family name, "Watt" carved into the side. After missing about 25 straight nails, he took the hammer back from me and suggested I help my mother finish making dinner. As I walked towards the house I took one look back and saw my dad just shake his head. He shook it in disgust. The second thing you need to know is that I don't handle confrontation well. Probably for the same reasons that I don't think I am manly. I start to sweat, get dizzy, nauseous and sometimes have a full blown panic attack. My wife has tried tiredly over the years to help me overcome this and nothing has helped. The last thing you need to know is that we are normal garden variety couple. We eat out about once a week. We have a 19 year old daughter named Cindy who is finishing up her first year of college when my story starts. Even our sex life is pretty normal. One to two times a week. We are basically the couple who fades into the background. We aren't ugly but we aren't models. We are kind of just there. Now that you have the info you need...I can start my story. ______________________ It was a normal breezy day in the middle of March. I got home, parked my car in the garage and entered the house through the kitchen. My wife Mary is usually in the kitchen making dinner but today she was just sitting at the kitchen table with an almost empty glass of wine. I joked that it was still kind of early in the day to be getting plastered on wine. That's when she asked to me to sit and that we needed to talk. "Honey, I want you to know that I love you very much. Probably more today than the day I married you. My love for you keeps getting stronger everyday" she began. "I want you to fully understand that before I tell you what I am going to tell you. I feel all at once would be best. You know, like ripping off a band aid. I am just going to say it and you can ask me questions or tell me whatever as soon as I am done. Ok?" I croaked out an "ok" but I could already feel my palms getting sweaty. I knew this was going to be bad news. She had started off pretty much the same way she had 13 years ago when she told me that Dad had passed away. She took a big swig of wine and topped off her glass before she continued. "There is no easy way to say this so I'll just say it. I have been having an affair for the past 2 months. We met at the grocery store if you can believe it. It started innocent enough. Donny was giving me compliments every time he saw me. Telling my how beautiful I am and how he hoped someday he could meet a woman like me. I won't insult you with the details but we ended up in bed together after a few weeks. It started as just sex but I've grown to like Donny. He has told me he loves me. I am not sure if I love him but I do care about him and his well-being." I started getting dizzy and lightheaded. How could she be cheating on me? I found it quite odd she mentioned his well-being. I mean who talks like that. Sweat started to roll down my face. I had to look around to try to focus. That's when I saw it. Or should I say them. Two suitcases packed and lined up neatly side by side in my living room. "You're leaving me?" He eyes followed my gaze and she saw what I was looking at. "Heavens no, I am not leaving you. I want you to remember what I just told you. That I love you more now than the day we met, even the day we married. I love you too much to ever leave you. I couldn't even stand the thought." I was totally confused in addition to being on the verge of a full blown panic attack. I knew the signs and I was showing every last one of them. "Are you kicking me out?" I managed to squeak out. It was quite difficult given how dry my mouth was. "No. That is not it at all. This is your house honey. This is our house. We will always share a bed. You will always be at the head of the table. You don't need..." She was cut off by the sound that pushed me over the edge into the worst panic attack I had ever had. The upstairs toilet had flushed. I turned my head towards her. She at least had enough of a guilty conscience to not look me in the eye. The man who was stealing my wife was in my house. "Donny lost his apartment. He needed a place to stay until he could get back on his feet." I tried to get up to run away but my traitorous legs gave out on me the minute I tried to stand. I collapsed on the kitchen floor. I couldn't breathe. I was clawing at my tie so hard I was starting to draw blood at my neckline. "Oh shit. Donny! Quick! Help me!" Right before I passed out I felt him put his arms underneath mine and say "I got you buddy". When I opened my eyes I was laying on my couch in the living room. A wet towel was on my forehead. My shirt and tie were gone and I was laying there in my wife beater. I called out for Mary. "She went to the laundry room to throw your shirt and some towels in the wash. There was a little bit of blood and vomit to clean up. I am Donny by the way." I must have given him some look because he turned away from me and faced the window facing the front yard. "Look man, I get that you hate me. I would hate me too. But I love her. If the only way I can have her is to share her, then that's what I'll do." Mary came back into the room and sat on the couch where I was laying. Donny excused himself and retired to the guest room where he was staying. "James, I don't know what is going on between me and Donny. He loves me. I love you. I am not sure how I feel about him. Maybe I am polyamorous. You know, one of those people who can love lots of people at the same time. Maybe it's just a phase. I don't know. I do know I can't live without you. I need you in my life. But I need to play this out as well. I would have done so without telling you but he lost his place and needs a place to stay. I know my hiding it wouldn't have made it any better but I didn't want to hurt you." I turned away from her and said "I need time". "I understand. Your place is at the head of the table and in bed with me. Donny is staying in the guest room. Whatever we can do to make the transition into...whatever this is, easier just say the word. I love you dear." She kissed my forehead and went on up to bed. I just crashed on the couch and just stared at the ceiling till 5 a.m. I snuck upstairs and grabbed work clothes out of the closet. I slowed down past the guest bedroom on my way to the bathroom and I could head Donny lightly snoring. My vision started to go blurry and I rushed to the bathroom. I got dressed and got out of there as fast as I could. For the next week my M O was the same. I got up before the sun and left for work. I stayed at work till after everyone else left. I ordered some delivery for dinner and got home passed midnight when I knew Mary and Donny would already be asleep. I left word with my secretary that she was not to put my wife's call through. She tried calling my cell repeatedly and she texted me nonstop. "Honey, are you ok?" "We need to talk about this." "Why are you still at work?" I texted her back some bullshit excuses about how we got really busy at work and they needed me to stick around. We all knew I was avoiding the house situation. This worked well for a week until I got a visit from my boss. "Watt, we have a problem. Security called me up complaining. They say you are here at 5:30 every morning this week and staying till midnight. They run a skeleton crew outside the hours of 9-5. They don't have the manpower outside of those hours to watch the parking lot and stuff like that. It's a liability if you get mugged or worse. I don't know what kind of problems you have that are keeping you from wanting to go home but you can't hide out here." I told him I understood and that I would go back to my regular hours. I declined his invitation to talk about it. How do I tell my boss that my wife has moved her boyfriend into my house? I would be the laughing stock. I needed a new strategy. I decided tonight to go home and see what happens. I came into the house and Donny was on the couch watching TV and Mary was in the kitchen. "I didn't expect to see you home. You get that problem at work under control?" she asked with hopeful eyes. "Not sure" I responded. "Boss told me I could stop staying so late and just try to handle it in a normal 9-5 fashion." She told me to go make myself comfortable and that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. She would set the table and call us when it was ready. I walked into the living room and that bastard was in my recliner. I sat on the couch. I figured I would try to be upbeat. "Hey Donny...What are you watching?" "Sportscenter. They are doing a piece on the Yankees. God I hate them." "I grew up in NY. I am a Yankee fan" I told him. "No offense meant. I hate you guys because you win all the time. I would trade six of my guys for one Jeter." "Dinner is ready you two" Mary called out. By the time I got the kitchen table, Donny had already taken a seat...Next to my wife. My place was sitting across my wife and her boyfriend. I couldn't take it. I told them I had something to take care of and that I would be up later and made a run for the basement, locking the door behind me. After just standing there for twenty minutes I decided to make myself as comfortable as I could. I pulled out a beach lounge chair and set it up. My phone beeped as my wife texted me... "You ok?" "Yes. I am just working on something. I might be awhile. You should eat without me. You should probably head to bed without me also." "Ok. You work on what you need to work on. Take all the time you need. I do miss sleeping next to you. Come up to bed when you're done?" I texted her back that I will see and then turned off my phone. I sat in the chair and just looked around. The wall unit that the chair faced was torturing me. Boxes of Xmas decorations, boxes of photo albums and things like that. Everything to remind me of the good times my wife and I had. Just me and her. I turned 180 degrees to get away from all that stuff and looked straight at the one thing that was worse to look at. It was a brown box that was about 2 foot square with 2 words in black marker on the side. "Dad's Stuff." This box was the only thing that dad left me in his will besides his warehouse. Near the end of his life he bought a warehouse in the industrial part of town so he had more space to work on his cars and his projects. It was in a part of town that was now very run down. I haven't been there in almost 10 years. I took the box down and opened it up. 3 of his work shirts were on top, followed by about a half dozen car magazines with pages folded and stuff circled. Might as well have been written in German for all I could understand it. His folded American flag was next along with his dog tags. At the bottom of the box was his final taunt. His tool box. I opened it up and took out the family hammer. I laid in the lounge chair and ran my fingers up and down the carved out letters that spelled "Watt". I had dozed off. I don't know how long I slept but as I wiped the crud from my eyes I knew I didn't wake up on my own accord. It started off really low. I could hear the noise but didn't know where it was coming from. I stood up and pulled off the cover to the vent and I could then make out what the sound was. I could hear Mary. "Oh...Oh...that's it...right there...you like that tight little ass don't you...god your dick feels so good...fuck me harder...pull my hair...fuck...you're gonna make me cum...ugh...ugh...UGH...OH FUCK I'M CUMMING..." I sat back in the lounge chair. I clutched the hammer to my chest and cried myself back to sleep. It had been 4 weeks since Donny had moved in. True to her word, my wife had left me alone to sort stuff out...for the most part. There were still the little talks she wanted to have, reminding me how much she loved me, how much she wished I would return to our bedroom and how she wanted to make love to me...or fuck me, depending on how she felt that day. I hadn't given her as much as a kiss since the day of that talk in our kitchen. My life had been relegated to working and then coming home, hiding in the basement till they both went to sleep and then I came up and slept on the couch. I had a lounge chair set up down there with a small fridge and a radio to listen to the Yankee games. I had also been listening to them fuck twice a week for the last 3 weeks. No, I am not one of those guys who got off on it. For me, it was more like a punishment. Punishment for what I am not exactly sure. Maybe I felt the need to be punished for not giving her what she needed. Maybe I felt I needed to be punished for pushing her into the arms of another man. Maybe I felt the need to punish myself for not stopping it. I opened the vent to get my punishment and at first I thought I had heard moaning. But when I listened closely I realized it wasn't moaning. My wife was sobbing. I listened intently to the conversation she had with Donny. "I don't know what to do Donny. I love him so much. I didn't realize this would hurt him this badly. He won't talk to me. He doesn't spend any time with me. He barely even looks at me and he hasn't touched me in 4 weeks. I don't mean just sexually either. I mean he hasn't initiated any touching at all. He doesn't kiss me when he gets in from work. He doesn't stroke my hair. He doesn't hug up against me when I wash the dishes. It's like I have lost my husband. It's worse than that because I still see him every day. What am I going to do?" "Come on Mary. The guy will come around. This had to be one shock to his system. But it's like I told you, he has been relying on you for so long that that is all he knows. He comes home and hides in the basement because you are not there to lead him to anything else. Now why don't you take off that teddy and I can make you forget all about him." "Is that all you think about? I am losing my husband, the man I love and all you want to do it fuck?" "You may love him Mary, but I love you. And right now I would love to see you without that teddy." "If you want to fuck so badly, why don't you go fuck yourself" My wife yelled. There were some shuffling noises and a door slammed loudly. Just before I put the cover on the vent I heard one last statement. "That fucking Jimmy" Donny said with hate in his voice. For the first time in 4 weeks, a smile escaped my lips. 6 weeks after Donny moved in, things started coming to a head in my household. My wife was annoyed most of the time. The rest of the time she spent crying in her room. Donny was annoyed and probably sexually frustrated as they had only fucked once in the last 2 weeks (at least from what I could hear). I was living status quo, almost as if I didn't exist. I still resorted to hiding in my basement. But this night I had something to ask my wife. "Mary, can I talk to you for a second" I asked her. She was shocked. Not only was I not hiding but I was initiated a conversation. "Jimmy, you can ask me anything." "Well, Cindy is due home from college next week, after her finals. I was wondering what you are going to tell her about Donny." "Gee, I hadn't really thought about that. I guess I would tell her the semi truth. That Donny is a friend that we are helping out through a tough time and he is staying in the guest room. I think I would leave everything else out." "OK. I was just curious" I said as I started to head back towards my basement. Just before I got there my wife had a parting shot. "I am more worried about what I am going to tell her about you hiding in the basement and sleeping on the couch." I knew what she was trying to do. She knew I loved my daughter and wouldn't want to put our problems on her. My wife thought this was her way of worming me back into our bedroom. She might have been right if faith...or in this case Donny...hadn't intervened. I was in my office, having lunch when my secretary knocked and then came in. "Mr. Watt, there is a man out here who says his name is Donny and that he has to see you right away. He says that it's important and that it's a family matter. He looks a little angry. Should I send him in or should I call security?" "Send him in but should you hear any kind of commotion call security immediately." Donny walked in looking pissed at the world. I offered him a seat and he declined. "Listen Jimmy, we got to talk. Man to man. Be at this address at 7pm sharp. I'll be there waiting for you so don't be late" he said, while handing me a business card. I quickly scanned the card and realized that this address was a few towns over and not the best of neighborhoods. OK, the neighborhood was a shithole. "Donny, you're here. I'm here. Just say what you have to say" I said, starting to sweat. I figured as difficult as this talk might be, it was better for me here, at my job with security nearby, then some sketchy out of the way place. "Just be there" he said as he turned and walked out. As soon as he left I looked up the address on Google. I discovered that he wanted me to meet him at a dive bar. The reviews of the place ranged from stay the hell away to not unless you bring your shotgun. Something told me that tonight was not going to be my night. I got to the bar promptly at 7pm. I was right. It was quite a shithole. One waitress looked about 8 months pregnant, had a fresh black eye and a cigarette hanging from her lips. There were bikers and a few guys who looked like they were just taking a break from cooking meth. Donny seemed in a much more cheerful mood as he waved me over to the booth he was sitting in. The Exact Moment... "Bring me a shot of tequila with a beer back and a scotch on the rocks for my friend here" Donny told the waitress. As she was bringing us our drinks I was scanning the bar for the quickest exit should gunfire break out. "Look Jimmy" Donny started as soon as the waitress walked away. "We have to fix this thing between you and your wife. She loves you very much. I know my being there has screwed up your way of life. I really didn't mean to come between you two but when I saw her at the grocery store, it was magic between us. Are you listening to me?" I have to admit, I wasn't. As soon as he opened his mouth the hairs on my neck stood up and I was covered in sweat. I tried to focus. I looked out the window and noticed how the sun was just almost about to set. I looked up at the TV just in time to watch Jeter lead the Yankees onto the field in their game with the Rays. When he slammed his hand down onto the table my attention returned to him. I listened intently to what he said next. "Ok fuck it. I tried doing the nice guy shit with you but its not working. So I am going to go with the truth. I can't believe for once I have to rely on the truth. I don't love you wife. Never have. Never will." "What are you talking about?" I asked him. "I don't love her. My plan was to fuck her a few times and move on. Just like I always do. I am not the type to fall in love. That's why I usually nail married chicks. They get all freaky since it is so out the norm for them. They do crazy shit. Swallow. They let me fuck them in the ass. My original plan was to turn your sweet little wife into my cock hungry whore and then move on to the next conquest. It's just your shitty luck that I lost my apartment right around the same time I was getting ready to drop her. Instead of dropping her I gave her the I love you shit, figuring she would float me some cash to get a new place. Instead she got this bright idea to invite me to live with you two till I got back on my feet. It worked out great for me. I needed a place to stay and fucking a wife while living with her and husband is a total badass move. Then you had to go and fuck it all up with your silent treatment and hiding in that damn basement all the time. My dirty little fuck toy got all emotional about how you were feeling and what she could do for you, the pussy supply for me dried up. The one time I fucked her in the last few weeks, she just laid there." "Why are you telling me all of this?" "I am telling you this because I need your help. I got a few things in the works and should have my own place in about a month. I am not staying at your place with no pussy for a month so I want you to knock off this whoa is me crap and start paying her some attention so she will get all sex crazy again. It wouldn't hurt you to throw a fuck into her every now and then also. This could be good for you. You play ball and when I leave I make you look like a king. I tell her how bad I feel about being disruptive in your marriage and I know how much you love her and how much this is hurting you and how I can't stand between two kids who love each other so much. I will tell her to see how much you love her that you let her not only take another lover but were willing to let him live in your house to make her happy. I can spin that shit to make her love you more than she ever did. Plus she will try to fuck you to death." "If you don't play ball" Donny said leaning in closer to me to get his point across. "Well let's just say that your little girl will be home next week and she is one fine piece of ass." "What did you just say?" I asked. I couldn't believe my ears. I was so shocked at everything Donny just told me I wasn't getting his point. "You keep playing the whiny little bitch; I will make sure I get real friendly with the daughter. She thinks I am a friend of the family. You have seen how convincing I can be. 2 days tops and I will have my cock buried in her ass. I have already taken your wife. Don't make me take your daughter too. Now I am going home to fuck your wife" he said as he grabbed my car keys off the table. "You just sit here and think about what I said. I expect you to be happy go lucky when you home. You can take a cab" he said as he grabbed his jacket and walked away. That was the exact moment I lost my mind. He had threatened my little girl. A weird sensation came over me as he started to walk away. It was an eerie calm. I was no longer sweating or nauseous. My mind was focused. But it was only focused on one thing. My only thought was to protect my little girl from that guy. I no longer cared about my job, didn't care about my wife or if I stayed married. Hell, I didn't ever care if I lived or died as long as that asshole never laid a finger on my little girl. A hand grabbing my shoulder brought me out my daze. I looked up to see who was shaking me. He looked like he stepped out of a 1950 greaser movie. He had on a white t shirt, blue jeans, and a leather jacket. His hair was slicked back and he had on a thin gold chain. "Huh?" I asked. It seems he was talking to me and I had no idea what he said. "Fuckface, I ain't going to tell you again. Get up and get out of the booth. My lady and me, we want to sit down and order something to eat. I asked you three times already." I looked over at his girlfriend and she was completely faked. Nothing on her was original. She had on fake eyelashes, her lips were injected with Botox, she had extensions in her hair and her tits were cartoonishly big. Then I noticed something that put a little bit of panic in my heart. I looked over her shoulder at the TV. The Yankees were up 4-2. It was the top of the fifth. The game had to have been on for at least an hour. What the fuck? It only took a few seconds between Donny leaving and this guy to start grabbing my shoulder. Didn't it? I looked out the window again and it was completely pitch black outside. I picked up my glass and looked at it closely. The outside of the glass was covered in sweat but all the ice inside was completely melted and it was warm. "Hey dickhead" the greaser shouted. "Get the fuck out of the booth, I ain't gonna tell you again." "But I haven't finished my drink" I told him, showing him the glass that was in my hands. "Now you are done" he said as he grabbed the glass out of my hands, poured its contents on the floor and put the glass on the bar. He then grabbed my left elbow with his left hand, and with his right hand, he grabbed my armpit and yanked me out of the booth and towards the bar. I suddenly felt a cool breeze on my face and heard from over my right shoulder "If I let you go, are you going to be cool? I can't have you flipping out anymore." "I will be cool" I said honestly, not feeling an ounce of anxiety. I suddenly realized I was outside and it was the bouncer talking to me. "How did I get outside?" I asked. "Buddy you feeling alright?" the bouncer replied. "Please just tell me what happened and how I ended up outside?" I was scared. Twice almost back to back I had lost time and didn't know what was going on. "I was walking over when I heard that guy yelling at you. He grabbed you out of your seat and pushed you towards the bar. You grabbed an empty glass off the bar and hit him upside the head with it. When he grabbed at his head, you grabbed the bar stool and smashed him across the knees with it. Dropped him like a rock. You kicked him about 4 or 5 times before I was able to get over to you and break it up. Sorry pal, but you gotta go. We aren't the type of place to call the cops but you can't stay here. You sure you're ok?" I assured him I was, thanked him and quickly walked away. What the fuck was going on? Was my mind playing tricks on me? Did I black out and lay into that asshole greaser? Or was my mind playing tricks on me when I talked to the bouncer? I walked two blocks down and got into a cab. I made him stop at a pharmacy on the way home to grab some bandages. Apparently did get into it with that greaser guy. I cut my hand open when I hit him with the glass. Little did I know it was going to get worse when I got home. Or better, I will let you decide. I walked quietly into my front door. I didn't have my car so I didn't use the side entrance. I tried to be quiet figuring if they were upstairs fucking, I could get in undetected. This thought was shot to hell when I walked into my living room. There was Donny, sitting naked on the sofa I was using to sleep on. My wife was on her knees between his legs, working his cock with her mouth. They didn't see me since she had her back to me and he had his head leaned back and his eyes closed. I watched for about 45 seconds. I am not one of those guys who gets turned on watching his lady work another man's dick but I was curious. His dick didn't seem any bigger or thicker than mine. I wonder what she sees in him. Just at that moment, he grabbed a handful of her hair with his left hand; he grabbed his dick with his right hand and shot his load in her mouth with some landing on her face. When he came down from his orgasm, he finally noticed me standing there. "Hey there big guy. Glad you made it home ok." "Hi honey. Donny told me that you and him had a nice long talk and that you finally were able to work out whatever was bothering you. I knew you just needed someone to talk to. I am so happy that the rough part is finally behind us" my wife said, while cleaning up cum off her chin and missing a spot. "Donny told you we talked?" I asked "Yeah good buddy. I told her about our conversation. No specifics, that's guy talk. But I did tell her things would be a little different around here. It will be better for everyone." As he finished talking he started running his hands up and down my wife's body. He bent her over the arm of the sofa so that she was on all fours and he started leaning behind her, running his tongue over her pussy. "Oh Donny, that feels so great. I am so fucking horny right now. Jimmy, why don't you come over here and fuck my mouth with that cock of yours. I miss the way you taste. Don't you worry about me, I can certainly handle the two of you" she said giggling. I threw my jacket on the love seat, walked over to my wife grabbed her face gently in my hands and pulled her face so it was almost touching mine. "I know you can handle two cocks dear. Most filthy sluts can" I told her. I started to walk up the stairs. I got halfway before I turned to look at them. Donny was shooting daggers at me with his eyes, while my wife had grabbed the afghan off the back of the sofa and covered herself up, looking embarrassed. "If you two are going to fuck where I sleep, I am going up stairs to sleep." I quickly locked the door to the master bedroom. I stripped the bed and put all new clean sheets on. Just as I got ready to lie down, there was a knock at the door. It was followed by a pounding. Donny was yelling that we needed to talk. I grabbed my headphones out of my end table and started listening to some music. I thought that a plan was going to be tougher to come up but it only took me 20 minutes. I figured I should get my sleep. I had a lot to do the next day and not a huge amount of time to do it. I could hear the hushed talking emanating from the kitchen as I came down the stairs the next morning. I stopped halfway down the stairs to eavesdrop and see if I could hear anything. The only thing I could make out was my wife saying "How could I have fucked up my marriage like this?" I got to the bottom of the stairs, fully prepared to just leave without interacting with them, but there it was. It was taunting me. It was almost as if the couch was smirking at me. I took off my jacket and laid in on the love seat as I started to drag the couch towards the front door. I had the door opened and the couch starting to go out when I looked over and saw my wife and Donny just peering out of the kitchen. They just stood there and watched, not really knowing what to say or do at that moment. After I finally got the couch to the curb alongside with the rest of the garbage, I came back in for my jacket. "Honey, are you feeling ok?" my wife asked. I grunted a yes and went about putting my jacket back on. "Who don't you sit down in the kitchen and I can fix you something to eat." "No thanks Mary. I am going to hit the IHOP on my way to work." "I can make you waffles and bacon here. Why pay for the IHOP?" "Because I am pretty sure that the person who brings my waffles and bacon at the IHOP isn't a goddamn whore" I spat out as I headed back for the door. As I slammed the door, I heard Donny yell out that I was a son of a bitch and my wife began to sob. I had no time for them. I had a lot to get done and not a lot of time to do it. Turns out I may have been wrong. The waitress at IHOP pretty much looked like a goddamn whore. I laughed a little too loudly as she brought me my check. I looked over my list of places I need to go and things I need to do and put them in the following order. 1 Bank 2 Western Union 3 Call Cindy 4 Doctor's office 5 Pharmacy 6 Call Electric company 7 sex shop 8 hardware store 9 grocery store 10 liquor store. I threw an extra ten in the bill for the waitress for having fun at her expense. It was time to get moving. The stop at the bank went a lot more quickly than I would have expected. You think they would have taken more time to cash in my bonds and arrange a loan on my 401k. Instead it took me all of 15 minutes to walk out of the bank with $25,000 cash. I combined the next two items on my list. I called Cindy while I waited on line at Western Union. I spoke to her very briefly. I told her that her mother and I were having problems but that we were working on a solution. I told her I was going to Western Union her $5,000 and that I wanted her and her boyfriend to take a weeklong trip. I told her that her mother and I needed that extra time alone to finish sorting out our problems. She wanted to call her mother and thank her for the money to take a trip. I advised against that, telling her that her mother didn't know I took the money out and telling her that might start another fight. I told her to give her us a few days and call us from where ever they went on vacation. After waiting about an hour at the doctor's office I finally got in to see him. As soon as he asked me what the problem was, I let the waterworks fly. I told him that my wife was cheating on me and that she moved her boyfriend in. I told him I was having a horrible time getting to sleep with all the fucking that they were doing all around my house. He prescribed a sleep aid. It would help me fall asleep and get into a REM sleep but after that my body would take over. He also told me to take it right before I was ready to sleep since it worked pretty fast. I thanked him, subtly reminding him of the doctor patient privilege and I was on my way. He had called my prescription in and it was ready when I got there. I sat in the car for almost an hour talking to the electric company. I gave my info and credit card number over the phone and he told me my request would be taken care of in the hour. By the time I had made my last 4 stops it was near 4:30pm. The timing would work out to my advantage. I pulled into the garage, making sure I only took what I need right away out of the car and headed inside. I took notice that neither my wife nor Donny thought to bring the couch back inside because it was still sitting by the garbage. "You son of a bitch" my wife hollered as soon as I closed the door. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? The bank called me today to make sure everything was ok since we never usually go over a $1,000 withdrawal at one time. If you think for one goddamn second that you are going to hide that money and divorce me, you got another thing coming. I told you that we weren't breaking up over this and I meant it. So help me god, if you serve me with divorce papers, I will fight tooth and nail to get it delayed, to go to counseling, and if I can't stop the divorce I will take every last cent we have. You no good rotten mother fuc..." "It was going to be a surprise" I said looking meekly at the floor. My subservient behavior and what I said had stopped her in her tracks. She looked at me confused and bewildered. It was time to see if I could pull this off. "Look Honey" I said, taking her hand in mine. "I know I haven't been taking this too well. I know I acted like a real asshole last night and this morning. After my talk with Donny last night, I started to feel better about the situation. I think I had too many to drink last night because when I came home and saw how much pleasure Donny was giving you, It immediately came into my head that he was better than me and that you were going to leave me for him. So I lashed out. I lashed out this morning because I was embarrassed about how I acted last night. I took the money to try to make things right between the three of us. I have a few surprises in store, like buying a new couch" I said with a chuckle. "I was going to cook us a nice dinner and tell you all about it then. Now honey, why don't you and Donny have a seat in the living room and I will bring you two a nice glass of Pinot Noir for you to enjoy while I get the steaks and baked potatoes going. That is still your favorite isn't it?" "Yes" she said as a smile beamed across her face. I went into the kitchen and prepared their wines. I opened one sleeping pill capsule and put it in her glass. Donny was a bit bigger so I put two into his. I brought them out their wine as they were snuggled up close on the couch. I wondered if they any clue as what was about to happen. I went back into the kitchen and put the steaks and potatoes on. It was about five minutes later when I heard Mary yell. "Jimmy, come in here quick. I think something is wrong with Donny." I walked into the living room to see her leaning over Donny. His mouth was hanging open and drool was coming out. He was mumbling and his eyes were drooped shut. I looked over at the coffee table and saw one empty wine glass and the other completely full. "Honey, you didn't drink your wine." "Something is wrong with Donny and all you can say is I didn't drink my wine? What is wrong with you? Wait...Did you do something to the wine? What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't believe..." Her eyes rolled back as my right cross connected with her face right above her left eye, knocking her out cold. It's odd because I remember wondering as she fell to the floor if jail was like you see on TV and if the food in jail was really that horrible. I went back to the car to grab the last few bags in the back seat. First was the bag from the sex shop to I could get the two ball gags and blindfolds. The next was the bag from the hardware store. I wanted to be sure so I used both duct tape and zip ties. I blindfolded and gagged them both. Then I zipped tied their hands and their feet, followed by duct taping their hands. I dragged him into the garage and managed to get him into my trunk. I lifted my wife and put her in the back seat. When that was all done, I thought again about prison and how I might end up there if this didn't work out like I planned. I went back inside and finished cooking the meal. If I went to prison this would probably be the last good meal I would have for a long, long time. As my wife started to come to I threw an ice cold glass of water in her face to quicken her waking up. It took a few seconds to clear her head and realize the situation she was in. She was sitting upright in a hardback solid wood chair. She was zip tied by her wrists to the arms of the chair and her ankles were zip tied to the legs above the support piece of wood so she couldn't lift the chair and slip it off. She was still gagged but no longer blindfolded. She started trying to thrash about but she was tied down too tight. Panic set in her face and she started to cry. The Exact Moment... "Honey, I want you to calm down. I am not going to hurt you. I mean I am not going to hurt you anymore. I am sorry about punching you in the face. The drugged up wine was my first choice but you didn't drink it. I needed you here to see something and just asking you to come wouldn't have worked. You will see why in a few minutes. I am going to take off the ball gag. Please don't scream. We are at my Dad's old warehouse so no one is going to hear you at this hour and all it will do is give me a headache." I leaned over and undid the ball gag. She stretched her mouth and jaw out. "Jimmy, please don't kill me." She started to sob again. "Honey, If I wanted you dead you would have been dead hours ago. Like I said I need you to see and hear something for yourself. Look over there" I said, motioning to the laptop on the desk. "That is a live feed of what is happening in the other room. Donny is in the same situation you are in. He is tied up just like you are. He's still out cold but otherwise ok. I am going to go in there and have a chat with Donny. I need to put the ball gag back in your mouth so you don't scream while I talk to him. Is there anything you need before I go in there?" She asked for some water which I gave her. There was still fear in her eyes as I put the ball gag back but I think it was more fearful of what I had become rather than fear for her own safety. I left her in the office as I went down to the workshop. Donny was still slumped in the chair. He was tied up like my wife but one difference. He was tied down at the wrist but his hands were fastened flat face down on the arm of the chair as well. There were three spotlights shining right into his face. I didn't want him to see the camera facing him and I didn't want him to see too much of where he was. I waited about a half hour for him to start to stir. As he started to grumble out of his sleep, I slapped him as hard as I could across the face. "WAKE UP DONNY BOY!" I shouted as the cobwebs started to clear. The "I fucked up" look plastered on his face was priceless. "Donny, you and I, we need to have another one of those man to man talks like we had before. Oh wait. You are still gagged. It's kind of hard to talk while you are still gagged. Let me get that for you." I reached over and undid his gag. "What did you do to Mary?" was the first thing out of his mouth. I am not going to lie. It shocked me so much it stopped me in my tracks. He knew he was in a bad spot and he first thought was of her. I kind of respected that. That lasted for a split second when the thought hit me that he was asking what happened to her so he knew what he was in for. "Donny, let's just say that Mary...well Mary is gone." "G-g-gone. What do you mean gone?" Donny asked. "Donny, you're a smart boy. I don't think I need to spell it out for you, do I? But Mary is the past. Let's talk about the present. Let's talk about you and me and how this is going to play out." "Jimmy, please don't hurt me man. You don't have to do this. I thought we had an understanding. You know I never loved her. I told you I was just fucking her. I told you I was going to move on soon enough. I know I kind of pushed it when I moved in and we threw that shit in your face but she was your wife Jimmy. She was the one who broke vows with you. She was the one who took your trust and threw it away for some strange dick. Now I admit I knew she was married but I was never going to come between you two. She was the one who said we should tell you and that you would accept me moving in. Jesus, Jimmy, It's her you should be mad at. I am just a horny guy who saw an opportunity and took it. You can't kill me for that, can you?" I turned and looked at the camera before turning back and looking at Donny. "Donny, I know all that. I told you Mary was the past. I dealt with her betrayal already. You are in that chair because you threatened my daughter." "Come on man. That was a joke. Ok not really a joke but just a threat. I knew you weren't playing ball with the sharing wife thing. You wife had gone on and on about how much you loved your daughter and how she loved that you always looked out for you daughter and that there wasn't anything you wouldn't do for her. I figured a little threat would get you in line for the little time I had left staying at your place. I was never going to touch her. I promise." I stood up and pretended to be mulling over what he had said. I walked behind the spot lights where he couldn't see me. I took one last look at the camera before turning it off. My wife didn't need to see what came next. "Donny, the problem is I don't believe you. I think your slimy little macho ass would have tried to take my daughter from me. You would have...how did you say it?...buried your cock in my little girl's ass. I need to make sure you never think about touching her again." He started to protest as I put the gag back in his mouth. After it was firmly back in place, I walked over to the table and picked it up. With dad's hammer in my hand I walked back over to Donny who had tears in his eyes. I brought the hammer up over my shoulder and slammed it down on Donny's wrist. His muffled yell almost drowned out the sound of the bone snapping. I quickly brought the hammer back up and slammed it back down in the same spot causing what I could only imagine was immense pain. My next blow came down on his forearm so hard it cracked the arm of the wooden chair underneath his arm. By this time Donny was in shock and had stopped squirming. His left kneecap took two shots to destroy. I threw the hammer back on the table and took a seat across from Donny. Coming down from the adrenaline took a lot out of me and I was suddenly winded. I caught my breath while I waited for Donny to become coherent again. When he started to come around he was moaning and crying. I slapped him again to get his attention. "Donny? Nod your head if you can hear me and understand me. Good. As far as I am concerned your debt has been paid. But you so much as think about my little girl and my hammer and me are gonna pay you a visit my friend. Nod again if you understand. Good. Now I am going to dump your sorry ass in the middle of nowhere. If I were you I would have a good story ready when you finally get to an ER. Tell them you got mugged or it was a hit and run. Some shit like that. You might get up the balls to do something stupid, like call the cops or go get yourself a gun and come looking for me or my daughter. That would be a bad Idea. You see I left $20,000 of the money I took from the bank as sort of an insurance policy. Should I get picked up by the police, get killed, have an accident or disappear, the money goes from an insurance policy to a contract on your head. Same thing goes is anything happens to Cindy. Cut your losses and walk away. Do you understand?" He again nodded his head. I reached over and undid the gag. "Say it." "I understand." "Good. Now let's get you the fuck out of my sight before I decide your life isn't worth the gas to drop you off." I gagged him and blindfolded him again. I shoved him into the trunk of my car and left the warehouse with my wife still tied up and gagged in the office. I drove around, mostly in circles, for about a half hour before stopping someplace deserted. I yanked him out the trunk and throwing him to the ground. I cut the twist ties around his hands and told him to wait until her couldn't hear my car anymore before he took off the gag and blindfold. "This is Goodbye Donny. I think it goes without saying that if I ever see you again, it's going to end with me digging a hole." With Donny taken care of, I headed back to the warehouse to deal with my wife. I went back to the warehouse and left my wife tied up, and gagged while I loaded up all the lights, cameras, laptop and anything else I brought. I went up and got my wife. I undid her left hand, brought it over to her right and zip tied them together. Then I undid her right hand from the chair followed by her legs. I brought her down the car, put her in the backseat and drove home in silence. When we got home I told her to stay put while I took everything out of the car and put it away. When I was done with all that, I poured myself a drink, put it on the coffee table in the living room and then went back into the garage. I used a pair of pruning shears and cut her hands loose. I tossed the shears on the backseat next to her and went inside. I took a nice long sip of my drink as I sat in the living room. I wondered if she was going to run out and call the cops. That thought quickly left my head when I heard her come in and close the door to the garage. I could hear her breathing as she stood behind me at the doorway to the living room. I wondered if she was thinking about burying those shears into my back. I decided not to take the chance. "Don't you want to know where the money went?" I asked without turning around. She walked around me and sat on the chair opposite from me. Her hands were empty so I guess she wasn't going to stab me in the back literally. "I am not really sure how you feel about what has happened over these last 12 hours. I guess I never really made it clear about how I have felt over the last few months. I know you are probably a little angry with me. But we will get into that later. As for the money, I sent Cindy 5 grand to take a little trip. I didn't want her around for the next few days. The rest of the money went into an insurance policy you could say. You might be feeling angry enough to try to take me out in my sleep or call the cops for what I did. Should anything like that happen to me, some of my friends are going to come pay you a visit. And they are not going to be as nice as I have been. You are the only loose end on this now that Donny is disposed of. I am sure you have questions, or stuff that you want to say. I want you to take a few days and really think out what you are going to say cause one wrong word and even I don't know how I am going to react. Now why don't you clean up and get to bed." She sat there for a few minutes, staring at me like I was a stranger before she went upstairs, showered and went to bed. I guess to her I was. To myself also. This was unchartered territory for me. We would both see how this would play out. It had been a quiet 3 days. We had both co-existed in the house without saying one word to another. She had been doing the cooking and the cleaning, but we didn't eat any meals together or sleep together. She was waiting for me when I got home. Sitting in the same spot in the kitchen she was that fateful day. She asked if we could talk. I told her we should move to the living room. We sat opposite from one another and she began. "I have thought a lot about us and everything over the past few days. You must think horribly of me and you wouldn't be wrong. Like I told you that day, my love for you has never wavered, although my mind had. I had convinced myself that this thing with Donny would never come between us but it did. It was nice having someone new tell me I was beautiful and I was smart. I know you told me those things too but somehow it was different. I started to think that you told me those things because you had to since you were my husband. Recently I never thought you told me those things because it was actually true. That you did think I looked beautiful and that I was smart. I took you for granted and convinced myself that if you left me, I would get over it. I never knew what I had until you stopped talking to me, and touching me and basically left me without leaving me, if that makes any sense. I fucked up. I fucked up big. I just hope I didn't fuck up big enough where we can't work this out. I love you and will do anything I can to make this work between us Jimmy." I stood up from my chair and walked over to where my wife was sitting. I bent down and kissed her forehead. "Do you know I have been waiting for 3 days to hear you say those words? Now pack your shit and get the fuck out!" "What?" she said in almost a whisper. "You heard me. I won't continue to live with a cheating whore. Pack your shit and leave. I'll give you 30 minutes" I told her as I started to set the timer on my iPhone. "But honey..." she started to plead. "30 minutes and you are out of here. By cab or by ambulance but 31 minutes from now you will be out that door." She again looked at me as if I was a stranger or as if she was seeing me for the first time. She wasn't quite sure what to do. She just sat there and stared as her heart broke. After 4 minutes she got up, with a tear in her eye and started to head upstairs. I could hear movement around up there but wasn't sure what she was doing. Would I really hurt my wife? The woman I had loved for so many years? The mother of my child? Honestly, I am not sure myself. Luckily it didn't come to that. She came down the stairs and put her suitcases by the front door. She turned and looked at me with sadness in her eyes. She had taken about 3 steps toward me, but stopped abruptly as the alarm signaling the end of the 30 minutes started going off. I turned off the alarm. She marched right over to me and kneeled down in front of me. "I love you Jimmy. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you. I will till I close my eyes for the last time." She leaned into me and gave me a kiss on the lips. She stood up and tried to get away before the tears started to fall. She failed miserably. She grabbed her suitcases and walked out the door and out of my life. Almost as soon as the door closed I broke down into uncontrollable sobs. I hated myself for it but I couldn't control it. Truth of the matter was, even after all she did to me, I still loved my wife and it broke my heart as well to throw her out. Epilogue To say my daughter was pissed would be an understatement. She accused me of sending her the money to get her out of the way so I could throw out her mother. She was absolutely right and I had no defense against her accusations. I wasn't about to tell her what a whore her mother had been. She was going to live with her boyfriend. While my daughter was packing, I pulled her boyfriend off to the side. I explained to him I was having an issue with some guy who might use my daughter against me. I told him not to tell Cindy because I didn't want to scare her unnecessarily. I told him to keep his eyes open. I gave him Donny's name and description and told him to call me if he sat anyone hanging around that matched my description. He asked me if it had anything to do with Mary and me splitting. I just told him I was holding him responsible for taking care of my little girl. As he shook my hand, my daughter yelled at him to stay away from me. Turns out I didn't have to worry about Donny too long. I picked up the newspaper two months later to find out that he was killed. I did some digging and found out Donny couldn't help himself. He was in a restaurant telling some woman that he loved her and that if sharing her was the only way he could have her then he would. Apparently her husband had a better idea than I did that his wife was cheating because he was in the restaurant. He walked over to their table, grabbed a steak knife off the table, yelled "I won't share her" and plunged the knife into Donny's chest. His arm and leg were still casted so he had no way of defending himself from the pissed off husband. Donny died instantly. I would have preferred a little more suffering but we don't always get what we want. As for me, I divorced my wife. We let the lawyers work it all out. We were never both in the same room at the same time so I didn't have to look at her. She tried talking to me numerous times. I just couldn't do it. I don't know if I would have felt love or hate and was afraid of feeling either one of those. The house was sold and I moved out of state. I now live in a one bedroom apartment. Work is ok. My company let me transfer to a different office but I had to be low man on the totem pole. My dating life is horrible as well. I have been out of the game for so long I am awkward and unsure. Most of my dates are one and done. So I have a lousy job, crappy one bedroom and almost no love life. These are the sacrifices I made for my daughter. I did see my wife one more time. Three and a half years after the whole Donny situation, I had heard through the grapevine that my daughter was getting married. I knew no invite would be coming. I had found out where my wife was living. She had recently moved in with her new boyfriend. I went to go see her. They were coming out of the house and going to his car when I walked up. "Hello Mary." "Oh my god! Jimmy? Is that you? I can't believe it. UH...Scott this is Jimmy, my ex-husband. Jimmy this is Scott, my boyfriend." Scott and I shook hands; while he shot me a look that said don't start any trouble. I didn't know what she told him and what she didn't but it looks like she let me be the bad one to everyone. I was ok with that. "Mary, can you and I talk for a second?" I asked. Scott looked at her as if to ask if she would be alright. "Sure. Scott can you wait for me by the car?" she asked, satisfying his concern. Scott walked towards his car. "Jimmy, it's been almost 4 years. How have you been?" "Listen Mary, I would take up too much of your time" I said starting to walk her to Scott's car. "I heard that Cindy was getting married. I know she hates me. I don't blame her." "I am so sorry Jimmy. I never told her what really happened. I was so ashamed of myself and what I had done. I let her hate you so she wouldn't hate me." "Mary, it's in the past. I just want you to give her this from me. I know it's not much. But I had it lying around. She could use it to give her and her hubby a good start." I handed her a manila envelope. "God Jimmy, there has to be $15,000 in here." "Actually" I said as I opened up the passenger side door and helped her in, "There is $20,000 in there. Turns out I never needed it. Tell Cindy I love her. I will let you two get to whatever exciting thing you two are off to." With a tear in her eye, Mary mouthed a Thank you at me while Scott said "Ha, nothing that exciting. We're just doing some food shopping." "You always go food shopping with her Scott?" I asked. "All the time" he replied. "You're a smarter man that me Scott" I said as I closed her door and walked away.