9 comments/ 44322 views/ 1 favorites When Secrets and Fantasies Collide By: Timothy_Dickey Hi my name is Jonathan Sweets, but everyone just calls me Jack. I am your average looking Joe off the street. I am 37 and have blond hair and brown eyes. I am 5'9" or there about and weigh about 230 pounds. I am very, very muscular for my size. I love to wear baggy clothing most of the time when I am not at work for reasons that will reveal themselves later on. What I am about to tell you can not under any circumstances be repeated to anyone. I have to tell someone because it is nagging at my soul as to the events that had expired in the last six weeks between my wife and me and you. Well where to begin...I guess before the start of what had transpired. When I first met Savannah or my pet name for her is Savan some 11 years back, she was very beautiful, and still is to this day. Savan had Auburn hair with a blond streak running down the side of her head. She claims back then that it was in fashion. Today, she just dyes all of her hair just a much darker red. She weighed back then just as she does now, only about 120 pounds, if she was lucky enough to be sopping wet from a shower. Her age is currently 34 and stands about 5'5". The night that I met her, she had on a black strapless dress with no bra on and standing in a pair of four inch high black heal shoes. She was wearing around her neck a small strand of black and silver-white mix pearls. We were both at a party in the Washington D.C. area for some high up Congressman, big business associates and foreign low-life... that's what I call foreigners that most of the average people have not a clue as to what they actually do in life. I was working the room saying high to everyone, pressing the flesh, and gathering information for my bosses back at work, when I met this very pretty woman wearing this stunning outfit. Well like all guys that I am around, little happy fellow got happy... I had to keep my cool and not start into a mode of hyperventilation. She was definitely above average in looks, but not gorgeous. What got to me was that after we had said our hello to each other, I expected to move on and just continue to work the room. Well that wasn't going to happen with this one woman, I could not shake away from her. For the rest of the night, she wasn't 5 feet away from me at all times walking just about step in step with me and talking to the very same people that I had just talked too. When the party was just about to wind down, I tried my best to remain unnoticed and to slip away without anyone noticing me, since I did not know anyone there really and I was on work orders to be there and not get noticed. Well Savan noticed me trying to get away unnoticed, and would not let me get away without her getting her number from me. If the bosses back at work only knew what was going on, shit would have hit the roof. She even had the gall to make me dial her number on my phone so that her phone would pick up the phone number from Caller ID. That is how she worked and she was that bold about it if she was that interested in you!! Well I have to tell you that since I wasn't seeing anyone at the time and it did not look like the cards were going in favor for me if I had not met her tonight, let's just say I did not let the moment pass me by. I took her up on her offer of being in pursuit of me. Six months later, I was a happily married newlywed to that very bold and attractive young lady many years ago. I had always been the loving husband to her and gave into her every wish that I could grant. I guess in a way she took me for granted for all the times that we spent together. She was always in charge of our personal life and never received a word from me at all, on stuff that involved us. It was just her personality makeup from what I know about her since I married her. I have to tell you that during the years that led up to just six weeks ago, I was away from her on business for 1 to 3 weeks at a time with a one to two month downtime sometimes between trips. She always wondered why I was away for so long, but there was always a contact number that she could reach me by that was provided by my employer. She never ever questioned me on any of the trips, like I was going to just come out and tell her what I do. Most of the time I was in a position to take her calls to me about 90 percent of the time, she just left a message otherwise when I could not answer. I never, ever, let her go no more than three hours without returning her call to her. Even when I was away from home, I always brought her gifts back to help sooth the hurt from me being gone from her for so long. The gifts were always of where I had been. If she had ever tried to become a detective before now, she could have guessed what I had been doing, where I had been, and who I had worked for and was currently working for and maybe what even the job was that took me away for. During the times that I was out of the country on business for my employer, Savan would receive from me; expensive jewelry, dresses, make-up, shoes, furniture and even underwear. I always loved bringing back the bra and panty sets that I would get for her. I especially loved picking up the sets when I was in Paris or Moscow. Her eyes would light up like a Christmas tree each time she tore into the expensively wrapped package and unwrapped what was inside. Let's just say the return sex from one of my trips after she got one of those gifts was out of this world for me. Well now that you know a little about my wife and my life lets start when and where everything started going down hill for me six weeks ago. Savan mentioned to me at home about a party that one of her friends was hosting that Saturday afternoon in a nearby town. It was the fifth reminder that week that she had told me. I was not going to forget a party that she had told me about so many times that week. She told me to be ready by four so that we could make the two hour drive to the location of the party. Let's just say that the dress she wore was too revealing for my taste and I did not like the way that things were starting to flow in the back of my mind. The possibility of future events that was playing in my mind that I could fathom to me was like watching a train in slow motion about to wreck. You know it is going to happen and you can not do anything to stop it. Well, I told her that I was going to stick to her at the party like glue tonight due to her wearing what she was wearing. I had always told her that I was a jealous person and I did not trust any of the guys that I did not know around me when she would wear something that sexy to a party. I guess she never believed my earlier statements of the same thing that I had said time and time again through the years of our marriage. Well, we arrived at the party and the woman, which met me at the door, was dressed just the same as Savan, or might have been wearing even less clothing. I said my hello to the woman at the door along with Savan, and giving the hostess a light hug and trying not to ogle her with the nearly shear top. What she was wearing, the dress did not leave much to the imagination. Since there were others behind me waiting to come in, the hostess could not walk away from the door. That gave me the opportunity to ask Savan what the hell type of party this was as we got further down the front hall of the house away from the hostess. Her reply was what shocked me after she explained it to me. "It's a swinger's party silly." I asked, "What the hell is a swinger's party?" Savan said, "It's a party where everyone shows up and pairs off for the night with other members of the opposite sex in different rooms and most definitely it is never with the husbands or wives for the night. I just thought that we needed to spice up our sex life a little and I took the initiative of bringing you here without you knowing about it." My reply back shocked the shit out of Savan, "I don't think that you had ever listened to me when I had told you right after we had met that I was a jealous person and I would never share you with another man or woman while married. I do most certainly take my wedding vows seriously. Now if you don't mind, I would like for you to say your goodbye to your friend or friends here and tell them never to invite you to one of these parties again and let's get the hell out of here before I hurt someone even before this damn party starts." She walked away with a frown over to her girlfriend standing by the bar about 30 feet away. I had briefly met the girlfriend at Savan's work place and knew nothing about her. I stood there waiting for my wife and this very attractive young lady starts to engage me in conversation while I am waiting for my wife to return. I start to get impatient and look at my watch while still engaging in conversation off and on with that young woman whose name I learned was Marie. Five minutes had already elapsed and still no sign of my wife returning from the direction of the bar. I do notice that she is still over there near the bar, but now engaged in conversation with two young muscular guys. Something about my wife's face tells me that something is not just right at that moment. I make up my mind to excuse myself from Marie and to walk on over and see what was going on and to find out what was holding her attention that which was so important she could not return in reasonable amount of time. When I am about 10 feet away as I walk toward them, I notice that one guy behind her has part of her dress lifted up and is copping a feel of her tight ass. The other has his hand up the front of her dress and if not fingering her pussy then at least stroking it very quickly to get her off. She glances up to me and smiles, which at that moment just makes me boiling mad and pissed off at not only her but the two ass holes. I walk up to the man in the front and do a quick kick to the side of his right leg without warning. With some satisfaction on my part, I hear his leg break and the resultant scream by him startles and stops what the other guy is doing to my wife. The other guy tries to respond to help defend the fallen guy from any further attempts to hurt him, but with a side step and then what I call a round house kick to the side of the head with a quick follow-up left hook to his face that second fellow is now too on the ground. I know that not only is it over, but that he will have a broken nose after he wakes up. I say to Savan in a calm but demanding voice, "Look I told you what was going to happen, you brought it upon them by not listening to me to stay true to your vows. So will you now take my hand and let us get the fuck out of here before I have to actually kill someone." She took my hand with a look of shock on her face and left with me with the crowd parting before us as we left the house. At the door, I stopped and handed the hostess a card. I told her to contact this number after we left and everything would be taken care for the two guys that I had to hurt tonight. Little did she know that I already knew what was going to have to happen at my work place tomorrow. It was just making it that much easier for my employers to come in after I and my wife had left to gather information on all that attended this party and to make use of at a later date if necessary. If my wife had been a very active participant at a previous party, I intended to find out and correct her behavior and somehow get back at the men she had been with if possible. After many minutes and several miles of silence she asked, "I thought you were ok with it after I noticed you across the room talking to that that very attractive young woman while I was gone to the bar." My reply again told her of how I felt and thought, "I don't think that I would have chucked my wedding vows after five minutes of talking to an attractive younger woman. I do question how you think of yours after I noticed the two dick heads feeling you up though and then what I had to do about it to get you to understand and notice how I feel." She responded in a way that I would not have expected, "I have always loved you, but I feel that our sex lives could use some improvement by bringing others into our lives. It has always been a fantasy to do something like this and I just wanted to just do it with you. I will still love tomorrow and hold our vows even after we bring others into our lives. I just wanted to spice up our love life and I suspected that you would have said no to it, but just not in the way you responded tonight. The way you acted really surprised me and not in a good way, I might add. It actually kind of scared me truthfully!" I responded, "I have always loved you Savan. I have never cheated on you, ever. I have never gave you cause to think that of me. I do take my vows very seriously in that there can be no one ever to join in our married lives and in our sexual lives. I am telling that this fantasy will just be a fantasy for you because that is what I feel and I will never change my position on how I feel about it or how I will respond to it if it occurs again. My next question to you is how many parties have you been to since we have been married and if so when did you start going?" Let's just say that what she said next nearly made me wreck the car. Savan said, "Well don't get mad, but I have been to at least 20, maybe more, of these parties since we have been married. They started about 8 years ago when I first met the hostess of the party tonight way back then at my job. Every time you were away, I went to one of these types of parties when I was invited." I replied in a most calm and soothing voice that can possible be said for what I was experiencing, "I don't know how that you kept it from me of all the invitations that you received in the years past to go, but the party that we just left now was going to be your last party that you will ever attend in that way from now on. I consider that cheating on your vows for what they do at those parties. The way I feel at this moment, I could just let you out now on this highway and drive away and not look back. If you ever go to one of those parties again, I will know. You will not know how I will know, but I will know. Just to make certain that you know that I mean business, the men that hit on you tonight or any other night that comes will suddenly disappear after another party that you attend. You will never meet them again at another future party. This will continue happening till there are no men left that you know at these future parties that you go to. You and other women will wonder what has happened but only I will know and I fully intend to carry it out if you ever go again." She looked at me strangely wondering if something like that could really happen. She finally realized that it could from my silence and that I could really do it to her and anyone that happens to talk to her at another such party. She finally broke down and said, "I really do love you with all my heart, please forgive me for what pain that I have caused you. I will never go to another party without you and most definitely not another swinging party. I don't want you to leave me nor do I want to go through a divorce with you. I don't want to feel responsible if something horrible was to happen to somebody else because of something that I pushed you into doing. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Please... honey, please?" I could tell she was really meaning it by my reading of her body language. She truly was remorseful in how she had acted not only tonight, but also for the previous years in our marriage or so I thought. I told her that I would forgive her, but from now on I would be keeping a closer watch on her than ever before. I never told her that until tonight, I never would have thought to do such a thing as keeping tabs on her. Well the next day, I had to fill out paperwork to get my other co-workers to start watching the actions of my wife. I also had to fill out paper work on the two civilians that I had taken out at the party. I learned that the guy with the shattered leg would be in the hospital for about two months getting better; the other would be in the hospital for only about a day more. It was kind of embarrassing to have to fill in on the forms that my wife wanted to bring in others into my marriage. I was a little red faced from having to go in and tell them when my superiors asked. I knew that my employers and higher ups understood, but to fill it out and tell them about it was really embarrassing, but it was a whole lot easier than if I hadn't. None of my employers wanted me to be the object of the local gossip or to become any part of the headlines in the local paper. It was a lot easier to fill out the paper work and head this problem off than not to. I had known that not only my job would be in trouble but my marriage too if I had not done it. Well the next four weeks went by without any incidents involving my wife that I knew about. I was glad to know someone was looking out for me. I had to leave again out of the country for two and a half weeks, only three weeks just after the sex party, to go to Afghanistan for a job to be done. I did my job over there very quickly and I was getting a chance to come home early only after five days out on my assignment. I wanted to surprise my wife so I did not call to let her know of my arrival back. I was just rounding the block when I noticed a big blue Chevy Blazer in the driveway and there were no lights lit on the first floor of our two floors home. The lights on the top floor were lit except for the front right corner of the house over the open garage. I stepped on the front steps and went to the front door fixing to place the key inside the lock. I noticed that the door was not pulled to, nor the door was even locked shut. It was only just pushed to the edge to close out the light coming from the street lamps outside. I stepped inside the living room and walked around the couch and tried not to make any noise while stepping on the first of several steps up towards the master bedroom. I could hear the shower running and several high pitched squeaks coming from my bedroom. It was like there was a large mouse in there caged up. The door to the master bedroom was not shut, just only pushed closed like the door downstairs. I slowly opened it and was very surprised by the site of a rather large man in my bedroom taking advantage of my wife. Her arms and legs were handcuffed to every corner of the bed. He was wearing a mask on over his face and had her strapped on the bed blindfolded and just fucking the shit out of her. Every time he would go into her, she would give off this high pitch squeak that I had never heard from her before. He then told her, "Alright bitch, I know you like it. I can hear it. You can't get enough of me tonight can you?" I wanted to rush in there and break the guy's neck, but I did not want him to hurt her because I still loved her very much and did not know if he was armed with a weapon. By the time that I rushed him and try to stop him, he could possibly use a weapon on her. I surmised that he had surprised her when she was getting into the shower or coming from the shower. I quickly but quietly closed the door and slipped down the stairs and into the basement. That was my domain, because my wife just about never went down there. I turned on the lights and went to the back wall around the corner. Hidden away about six feet high near the top of the wall was a sunken hidden button. I pushed it and a recessed panel popped out. It was a keypad that I had never tried since the employer had built the house for me before Savan and I were married. I could never forget the passcode and password to this panel. It was *******, my *********. I entered it. When Secrets and Fantasies Collide Then the steel wall slowly and quietly retracted into what was a side encased concrete wall and a pile of weapons shown after an electric light switch was flipped inside. On several tables, hooks and shelves weapons were placed; I could take my pick of what I wanted to use. I wanted only four types of weapons to carry back and hopefully maybe not have to use upstairs. I wanted first off a 45 cal. semi-automatic pistol with silencer, a 357 Magnum handgun, and nine Ninja throwing stars along with a double blade 9 inch knife that was razor sharp, and five clips each for each handgun. I did know a little of what I could be getting into when I entered upstairs, but I would most definitely be finishing it. On the inside of the small room near the entrance was another keypad. The keypad had two functions built into it. It could quickly close the wall back up and sound a panic alarm through out the house and/or it could alert my employer if I so choose for help to be sent to me in panic or silent mode or a combination thereof. I choose to take the prudent method and do both. I set the alarm to go off in four minutes and pushed the button that would alert my employers in the home office immediately that help was needed at my home. I was certain that any one of my off duty fellow workers that would come tonight only lived at least a thirty minute drive from any direction from me. Some could be only a five minute drive away; I just did not know where the help that was coming from lived after I hit the panic button in the basement. I had responded to three such needed similar calls since I had been employed with the company. When you work for my agency, home invasion would not be tolerated and anyone in the company that can help would be called in. I just knew that help would soon be here for me if I even needed it. After the alarm was tripped to go off shortly, I slowly slipped up the steps to be near the master bedroom and was waiting for the alarm to start blaring before surprising the home intruder by charging in. I had made it a point to ask my employer to place the alarm speakers right over the ceiling in each of the rooms. I was thinking ahead of when we started to have children and if there was ever a fire in the house later on I wanted everyone to know about it inside. I was right by the door looking at the watch and waiting for the final 15 seconds to countdown before going in. When the blaring alarm sounded just right over the bed, not only was the intruder startled, but my wife very much also. I would have expected her to be afraid since I had never told her about the alarm system now going off. That and the weapons stash or anything about my life I would have to explain somehow later. The intruder demanded of her, "What's that alarm going off for?" My wife's reply was golden, "I didn't even know that we even have an alarm system in the house!" After she had said that, I made my move to not only startle the intruder to move away from my wife, but for him to make the biggest mistake of his short life. Since my wife was blindfolded, I knew that she would not alert him as I was coming at him from just behind the door in the hallway. I quickly pushed the door in which made him jump back after he heard the racket and then noticed me. After he had jumped back toward the far wall, I quickly shot him in the left knee with the 45 and shot him again in the middle of his testicles with the second shot. With that second shot, he went down on his good knee to the floor in shock. I quickly knocked him out with a punch to the side of the head with the 357 barrel. My wife could not tell what was going on for all the noise of the alarm and for what to her sounded like muffled air blast or maybe grunts of him getting off. She was starting to holler for someone to let her loose and to untie her. I slowly walked over to her to remove her blindfold and tell her that everything was going to be alright. I wanted to tell her that it was OK and that the bad guy was going away for a very long time. When the blindfold was removed and she saw me, she blanched. Her face even went paler when she saw the weapons on me. She licked her lips to wet them and slowly asked me, "Where did you get those weapons and where is everyone?" I could tell something else was up because I could not hear the water running anymore. I had heard the water running before I had come into the room and now it was not. I quickly glanced toward the door and noticed a shaved pussy and very large white breast with a large rosy nipple fixing to come into the room. At the same time, I was instinctively aiming my 45 for a kill shot. I just barely was able to override my instincts. I was able to deflect the gun to the left and place two bullet holes 7 inches from the middle of her face. I was certain that no damage was done, that is how good I am. She felt the splinters from the bullets coming from the door as the bullets passed into it and out. She ducked back inside the bathroom seconds later with the slam of the door. My wife for the first time was a witness to what I could actually do and nearly fainted while still tied to the bed. I went to the door and yelled inside the small compact bathroom. I told the woman to lie face down on the tile floor with her hands on her head and just to stay there spread eagle in the prone position and not move a muscle. My wife for the first time noticed what I was now doing in the bedroom. She was very surprised to see me hit a hidden button near the top of the wall. There was another room just like the other downstairs in the basement, but way much smaller. It opened up just like before with part of the wall sliding away. Even though she was still partly tied up and handcuffed she could very easily see inside this new unexplored room to her. Savan said, "Why didn't you ever tell me about that adjacent room? Why do you have all those weapons inside and on you? What do you really do? What other secrets have you been keeping from me?" I said, "After I get these two tied up and cuffed, I will tell you everything." Her response next gave me a shock me in that something was not right at the moment, "What are you going to do with Mark and Susan?" I said, "What the fuck are you talking about?", as I was grabbing for two sets of handcuffs off the peg hook in the room to place on these two people. I was also reaching for a special handcuff key that was in a drawer in that special room. I slapped the first set of cuffs on the guy on the floor while holding the gun toward the closed bathroom door. I slowly slipped to the side of the door and announced that I was coming in. I told her and anyone else in there that not having their hands on their heads and stretch out on the floor spread eagle would get them killed. I kicked in the door and dropped to the floor just like I was taught by my employer. I fully expected to have bullets coming by my head due to the close quarters of the bedroom to the bathroom and due to the narrow doorway into the bathroom. The only thing that I saw was a naked woman that had long brown hair and laying face down on the bathroom tile floor waiting for me. I quickly slipped inside looking for someone to pop-up from the tub so that I could get some target practice on, but no one else was there. I slipped on the cuffs and told her, "Sit still by the bed and don't make any noise or you will be sorry." She made not an effort to struggle or make a sound until she walked into the bedroom and saw the cuffed man positioned on the floor with two small puddles of blood coming out from under him. She started to scream, holler and shake. I just belted her out of instinct to get her to be quiet. I easily let her slowly drop to the floor at the foot of the bed. She would easily be out for ten or more minutes, of which would allow me to get my wife un-cuffed and untied from our bed. I dug inside my pockets and fished out that special key that my employees had given to me. It allowed me to unlock 99 percent of the handcuffs that are out on the market today. I took the key and unlocked Savan's arms and then untied the cord securing her legs to our bed. I slowly picked her up off the bed and gave her a long hug. She looked into my eyes and asked, "Where is Mark?" I replied, "Just who is this Mark person that your asking about and why the interest?" Savan replied while still on the bed, "He is her husband, the woman that you just handcuffed and then knocked out." Well it finally clicked, when I started to say the words and decided to blurt them out anyway, "Oh is that the shit-head that had the mask on that is now on the floor with the two bullet holes in him and knocked out too and bleeding." I could tell that Savan was instantly uneasy about that this new knowledge that I now had found out of Mark. Savan was also uneasy about knowing that I now had knowledge that something was going on between her and the two cuffed persons. She was very upset that someone was seriously injured. She then asked, "Will Mark and Susan need to go to the hospital? I said, "Yes, they will be going to one in a few minutes when my co-workers arrive. Like I had told you before six weeks ago, you will never see these two again if something similar was to happen." I could tell that some anguish was forming in her eyes. I was not happy to see it forming. I had to ask my wife this next question before all hell broke loose when my fellow co-workers arrival. I said, "How do you know these two and what the fuck is going on?" Savan reply is something that I will never forget, "Susan was a best friend from college. She did similar stuff back then with her then current boyfriend with me in college. I did not think anything about it back in college. I had gotten back in contact with her two months before and asked her to come around for a visit. She said that they would come out for a week or two when they come out here to California on vacation soon. I never expected them to come early while you were gone, nor did I know that she was still into that type of stuff. I surely did not expect this new fellow that she had married, to be into it as well. We remained very close friends in college because she would try her best to fulfill some of my fantasies, and that was one of them that I always loved." I then had to ask, "You knew how I felt about this stuff, about the party and what happened then, but you did you do it anyway. Why, Savan? Why?" Savan replied back, "I did not expect you back for a few days and they had made use of the key that I had sent them by mail 8 weeks back so that they could use the house to go in and out whenever, after they had arrived. They decided to come early and surprise me. They both came in while I was in bed asleep this afternoon by using the house key that I had sent them. I was expecting them to arrive while you were home from your trip and not earlier. After they had surprised me and tied me, did that start what you saw us doing hours earlier to now. I could not tell her or him, 'NO, that I was not interested in that anymore', because I was enjoying it too much." Savan wanted to know what hospital that they would be going to. I told her, "I did not know, but my co-workers would know something from my employer." With that answer, Savan understood for the first time that not only her but also her two cuffed friends had stepped into some deep shit because of what they liked to do. She finally realizes that she could be in some deep shit because of her fantasy and her inability to say "NO" to them. Savan then had to ask the one question that I hated to answer and not wanted to hear from her, "What will happen to both of them after they get out of receiving medical treatment?" "Well", I began, "they could be relocated somewhere within the U.S. and have to get new identities or they could get the maximum treatment of 15 years of hard labor for what they did tonight in a Federal prison in Kansas." Savan continued on to the next question, "What did they do to possibly deserve 15 years?" I did not want to tell her, but I had a feeling that she would not stop, just like when I had first met her. I said, "They could get 15 years, not for having sex with you, but for interfering with the work of a special government employee. That is what they could get, but I can tell you that after they leave the house tonight, you or I will never know for sure. They will be instructed never to contact you or me ever again if they don't go to prison. I can also tell you that Mark will never, ever have kids after tonight. I just so happened to have clipped off his testicles with a bullet when I was coming into the door with the 45. Sorry about that honey, but I normally just kill someone when I do my work. In a way, I wanted him to go into the system and pay for his actions. I knew that if it didn't happen, that I would have the ability at a later date to use him as target fodder anyway." She next asked the question, "What is going to happen to me or to us from this point tonight?" My response again shocked her, "Well that is up to my employers and then me. I would hope that they do not cart you away and out the door with Mark and Susan, but the company may see it as necessary to place a tagging device on you Savan if they let you stay. It would make it easier for them to monitor you from now on from anywhere they want whenever they so want so as to not disrupt my job! You did wrong and now you will have to pay in some way for your fantasies." She had that sad look come over her like the life that she had known was about to end and come crashing down on her. That was when the guys from work showed up and took over. Both of the people that were cuffed by me were taken away to some undisclosed location for treatment. Like I had told Savan, neither of us was told of what happened to them. My employers made a decision to allow Savan the opportunity to stay with me under the condition of having a locator chip implanted under her armpit. She is from now on to be monitored by the Company for future indiscretions and to follow up with marriage consultation. She was a little aggravated at first and a little later relieved of what she could have received as punishment. She knows now what I do for a living and she knows that she could have received a far much worse punishment from the Company. Well you are probably asking yourself, "Why you are telling me this?" "I still think that my loving wife will sometime in the future cheat. I am also telling you this so that you will understand why after getting beat up by me many weeks ago, that you along with any of your buddies will be taking an extended trip to get either a new identification or a new cell block together in the Kansas prison. I am personally hoping for the latter when my three friends now behind me by the door haul your ass out of here." From the look on your eyes, I can tell that you can see that smirk that is slowly forming on my face. There is that all knowing feeling that you will never be a part of your past anymore and that your life will be taking a drastic turn since the last meeting with my wife and me. As my friends from work grasp your collar and haul your ass out the door of the local restaurant, I know that a part of me is satisfied from this small form of revenge, but the other is that some of it should be directed toward my wife. I know that her time will soon come when that itch to cheat can not be satisfied but by one way; being with someone else. When that day comes, at least I will be there to find out first hand from my co-workers of what she is up to. I slowly step up and stand away from the table and slowly walk toward the door and into the bright sunlight outside and turn to the right. From the local coffee shop where we were, it is only a short stroll toward my home and my formally cheating wife. I smile to myself and think that it is a long enough distance walking home to figure out a very good punishment for her tonight and to keep her from even of thinking of straying from our marriage.