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I Was Cured

By: BesoinNormal69



This is a sequel to the excellent story "Race for the Cure" by Edrider73 which should be read first for this story to make sense. "Race for the Cure" builds a sense of unnerving, fear and even repulsion in a way that a good horror story should. The fact that Edrider73 can do this, and in so few words is a testament to his writing skills. He has graciously given me permission to publish my sequel to his work, and I thank him for that.

For my part I tried to add some black humor to the situation and to tell it from the perspective of the husband Vito. In addition, many stories of infidelity are black and white and I wanted to try and add a little grey.

I would like to give many thanks HMAuthor for her editing skills and effort. I hope my changes have lived up to her comments.

As I have already eluded to this is a dark tale. It includes public humiliation and pain so you might want to skip it if that's not your thing. 

Finally, this is my first attempt at fiction since high school over twenty five years ago and I'm sure it shows. All comments are welcome, but I would really appreciate those that tell me why it falls short and what I can do to improve.






"Well, what's it to be?" asked my wife with an impish grin that belied the seriousness of the situation.

I had been completely blindsided. My wife of twelve years had just informed me that she had entered me into some perverse medieval race where I ran the very real risk of losing my testicles if I wasn't fast enough on my feet. What made matters worse was that she was not just OK with that possibility, but seemingly downright pleased about it.

It's very complicated, and even more fucked-up, but I'll try my best to explain. As punishment for cheating on my wife I would be 'dressed' in some ridiculous rope shirt getup that slowly tightened and cut off the circulation to my testicles. Another man and I would then run around the town square 50 times before the twine would be removed, hopefully in time for there to be no permanent damage. Additionally, the rope shirt held a vibrator in my ass and a stimulating sheath on my penis, and the longer I could hold out from cumming the faster I would be able to run. That's it in a nutshell, but please direct any questions to my wife as I have plenty of my own that need answering.

I had of course tried to reason with Nellie but she refused to hear it as she knew that I had repeatedly betrayed her. She had the photographs, taken over several months by a private investigator showing me being intimate with other women in the various hotels I had used when traveling. I don't know how he had taken them but she Nellie refused to show them to me until I confessed. 

The last eighteen months or so of our marriage had been on a steady decline and nothing I had tried did anything to correct its downward course. To compound matters I had to travel for work more than usual and the dearth of sex at home made the temptation of getting some 'strange' too much at times. I was counting on this trip to Testonia to build our relationship back up but now it appeared to be razing what was left to the ground.

However this so called punishment where there is the very real risk of castration was inhumane, definitely unusual and certainly did not fit the crime. When I told her that she just laughed and told me that I was responsible for the position I found myself in and it was up to me whether I would lose my testicles or not.

As we went back and forth it was very disconcerting to see that she was getting off on the power she wielded over me but seemed irked that I wasn't collapsing into a heap confessing all and begging for forgiveness. 

Finally she laid back on the bed. "I asked you a question Vito. Do you want to desensitize yourself for tomorrow's race? I'm here. Are you are man enough to make love to me."

Seeing no movement from me she spat, "Or can only get it up for your cheating sluts?"

She then apparently took exception when I then indicated that I only would have sex with a sane woman, and her resulting sudden leap from the bed almost knocked me to the ground. "OK, that's how it's going to be is it? You know Laima asked me if I wanted to go dancing this evening and leave you to stew, but I foolishly said I would help you through this. Obviously you don't deserve my help!" she yelled at me.

She was immediately on the phone to Laima telling her she was available after all and made quite a show of choosing her most revealing dress, one that showed plenty of cleavage and leg, and one that I loved to see her wear. There was no way she could have worn a bra but I have to admit that when she considered and then returned a thong to the drawer my heart sank. 

"How do I look dear?" Nellie asked knowing full well she could give a corpse a hard-on.

"Gorgeous as usual," and I really meant it but since it was clear she was dressing that way for other men it was hard to get the words out. I didn't want her to sense my dismay but I imagine I wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it.

"You know Vito, Laima said that Testonian men are great dancers, and I'm really looking forward to being held close by some of those big beefy arms that seem to be attached to most of the men in this town," She said through a broad lascivious smile.

"I'm leaving now. I'm going to send one of the nice farmers in to make sure you don't try to jump from a window or let's say do any manual desensitization. Don't wait up, you need your sleep!" she giggled, clearly amused at her attempt at humor. One of the guards grinned at me as he entered and I got the feeling it would make his day if I tried to escape. She closed the door without looking back and with that she was gone.

I don't know how long I stared at the wall wondering how our "fix it up" vacation had morphed itself into a living hell. I shook my head and let out a sigh. 

Before I could start to feel too sorry for myself the image of my grandmother's face of disapproval forced its way into my mind's eye. Nona had raised me singlehandedly and while she looked like every other grandmother in the neighborhood she was as sharp as a whip and tough as nails. She permitted few weaknesses and self-pity was not one of them.

The bullet-hole scar in her neck was the only physical sign of a lifetime of injustices and hardship lived by Nona. As a 10 year old child in Sicily she found herself the sole survivor of a Cosa Nostra hit on her family. Her father had spoken out about corruption and when he was asked to run for Mayor he became a problem that needed to go away. The gunmen had left her for dead and had it not been for the village doctor that hid her until she healed they would have succeeded. Knowing that they would be back to finish the job she if she stayed she stowed away on a cargo ship bound for the US to find an uncle in a place called New Jersey. 

With little formal education and no English, and armed only with a single minded determination she started to rebuild her life in the U.S. Nothing was insurmountable and within a year she was practically fluent in English and explaining algebra to her classmates. But one thing she could not overcome was the social stigma of being an Italian immigrant and a female one at that. By the end of high-school all doors to decent paying employment were closed to her so after meeting a man she applied all of her energies and skills into family life. Unfortunately that man was an abusive, drunken lout who one day just disappeared leaving Nona alone again, only this time with a six year old daughter.

Many years later, after my mother was killed by a drunk driver Nona didn't hesitate. Even approaching seventy she knew she would be raising another child. 

Up until that point, if you were being kind you could have called me rebellious, but if you were being accurate I was a complete little shit, headed nowhere fast. My only positive quality was that I happened to be very good looking although I even managed to abuse that. 

All modesty aside in addition to looks it didn't hurt that I could sell sand to the Arabs. My virginity was long gone and I drank from the neighborhood pool of pussy from many sides, often at the same time. I was too young to be married of course but it didn't take me long to realize that talking commitment was a very effective way into the pants of many a soon-to-be-sorry young lady. Once there I dumped them and moved on to the next conquest. I never boasted about my success but that was mainly to prevent knowledge of my game from drying up the gullible supply. My lies and bullshit did however have a crushing effect on many of the girls once resulting in an attempted suicide. Of course I got beaten a couple of times by the brothers of the girls I played but it was a small price to pay.

Nona stood for none of my bullshit and handed me a 'mirror' that reflected my actions instead of my looks. It was not a pretty sight. Rules were laid down; school work first, a part-time job, chores and then friends. Above all I was to treat women with respect. I of course broke every one, and every time was kicked out. Slowly I realized that my 'friends' weren't and spent many a night sleeping in alleyways and doorways, one time barely escaping being raped. 

Nona lived by three axioms and they had gotten me through difficult times before: the hands you are dealt will often be unfair; there is rarely such a thing as a truly hopeless situation; and finally, whining about it won't improve things but knowledge and hard work just might. I internalized this way of looking at the world and used it to work my way out of the tenements and into the top of my profession. Now I realized that I knew next to nothing about this race or how I got into it so I powered up my laptop and decided to correct that. By this time the guard had tired of watching his comatose charge stare down the wall and had turned on the TV. Anyway he had no instructions to the contrary so he didn't try to stop me.

Three hours later I silently thanked Nona for the hundred-thousandth time in my life and sat back knowing that I now had at least a chance getting through this with both testicles and some self-respect intact. However in doing so I had now broken the law and there was a risk of jail time for both myself and Nellie so I knew I had to tread very carefully going forward.

I shutdown my laptop and looked for Nellie's passport. Fortunately she hadn't taken it with her so I dropped it inside one of the inn's envelopes and pasted on all the stamps that we were saving for postcards. Still transfixed to the TV I addressed the farmer in my room who turned and gruffly demanded to know what could be so important as to disturb a game show at such a critical juncture.

I apologized but that I just wanted to mail a letter to my son since I might not make it back home soon. "If I push it under the door could you ask your friend outside if he could drop in at the front desk for mailing tomorrow?"

He barked an instruction to his cohort so I slid it under the door, took a shower and headed to bed. 

Upon getting back to the room at two am Nellie decided that I didn't need to sleep and what I really wanted to do was to hear all about her evening. "Damn, some of those men are real hunks! We're going to go back tomorrow night while you are convalescing," she exclaimed.

"I'm glad you had a nice time but I'm not in the mood right now Nellie. You can tell me tomorrow morning," I said into my pillow.

She continued unabated just as enthusiastically as if I had said please tell me more! "Well, I rubbed against a few of them and I can tell you it's not just the arms that are huge here. But don't worry, brushing against a man is not cheating and compared to what you did a few bump-and-grinds were nothing."

I informed her that I wasn't worried, just disappointed in her. "Look Nellie, I need to talk to you and Laima alone. I'm not sure how much of it you know or have simply overlooked but you are wrong in thinking I cheated, and there is more to this whole race thing than I'm guessing Laima has told you. I can only say more in private," I said looking at the goon in the chair, "but please call this whole thing off and give me a chance to explain." 

"Nice try, but you don't know what you are talking about. I'm not that stupid! You are not talking yourself out of this one Vito!" she replied indignantly, and with that stormed into the bath room and slammed the door. She was a little drunk so I realized it was pointless continuing and it took me a long time to fall back to sleep but surprisingly I did.

Laima entered the room at eight am with a grin and breakfast. Apparently the girls had decided that we all needed fortification for the upcoming day and had pre-ordered every Testonian delicacy available. My two long-suffering jailors were also invited to eat with us as a thank you for their service during the night. 

Just as I was about to reach for a piece of dried meat my hand was wrenched back and directed to a plate of what could only optimistically be described as a fruit basket. I didn't have much of an appetite anyway but a bunch of tiny berries and twigs didn't do anything to improve it. Apparently, I was to dine on road-side pickins while the good-and-just people ate their fill.

After breakfast I asked to talk to my wife and Laima in private, and explained that meant without guards on the outside of the door. They all thought that this was a hilarious suggestion and I was told that after breakfast Nellie and Laima would be out for most of the morning as they had preparations to make. They would be dealing with some very important townspeople and would be far too busy for me. The guards would stay.

At eleven thirty the two Neanderthals guarding our room graciously opened the door to allow my wife to escort me downstairs. 

"One sec, let me just take a bathroom break." 

While in the bathroom I could hear my wife and her two new friends excitedly chatting away about the upcoming race like they had known each other since grade school. I can understand my wife's excitement but for two men this should not be a joyous occasion. Perhaps they were particularly pious or self-righteous? Those two things seem to come together in a single package a lot. Whatever the reason they all seemed to be having a ball at the expense of my two. 

I pushed the cotton buds up each nostril, took the last of the Oxycontin, flushed the toilet and walked back out to three big gushing smiles.

We walked out of the inn door into throng of women of all ages. All out no doubt to get a glimpse of the loathsome foreign male about to get what he so richly deserved. The expectant chatter came to an abrupt end as soon as I stepped out into the sun and upon seeing all the disgusted stares my stomach did a back flip and dropped a foot and a half. 

Nellie strode out in-front, proud and content that she would be finally evening the score. I could almost hear the drone of, "Dead man walking! Dead man walking!"

Our entourage reached the town square and I got my first look at my very sullen and demoralized co-contestant, whom I later found out was called Hadrianus. He didn't meet my eyes, or anyone's for that matter.

Just as in the DVD movie, a female judge appeared and in perfect English walked everyone through the litany of marital crimes that we had committed. Hadrianus had cheated twice, once with a single neighbor and once with an unknown woman while away on business. I had been far busier and the gasps and looks of disgust from the crowd told me they would be happy to make my punishment as difficult and painful as possible. The women who were to "dress" me were, as promised, startlingly beautiful. They began to pour bottled water down their t-shirts all the while making comically suggestive-eyes at me all the while just barely hiding their disdain. The judge finally stopped enumerating my many transgressions against women-hood and staring at both of us she ended the sentencing with a phrase in Testonian that sounded remarkably close to "May God have mercy on your souls!" I hoped that was just a coincidence.

"STRIP!" bellowed a slight woman in her mid-twenties who now seemed to be in charge of the proceedings. Her lack of stature was more than made up for in the sheer volume and tone of her voice. Obviously she was used to being in charge and I guessed was probably military. Upon seeing a wedding ring I found myself pitying her husband. 

"No!" I tried to say in the most neutral and steady voice I could muster although it came out faltering and weak. 

Even though I had mentally prepared myself for this, the sheer number of women, and a few men, all staring daggers at the two of us was extremely unnerving and I knew being naked would just magnify it all. Of course I would eventually lose but I wanted to hold on to my clothing and sense of security that came along with it for as long as possible.

Hadrianus started to undress as I stood there looking straight ahead awaiting her next volley. Staring hard into my eyes I felt her voice vibrate through me more than actually audibly hear it. "I ... SAID ... STRIP!" I subsequently ignored the second command and she nodded at my two jailors who promptly grabbed each arm and proceeded to drag me backwards to my wife and Laima. 

Upon stopping, they held me upright with my back to the women and I heard footsteps and shuffling but nothing was said for a while. The expectant look in the faces of my audience should have given me forewarning of the searing pain that was then laid across the back of my legs, expelling my breath into the stifling air and leaving me hanging between the two living whipping posts. Even with the pain-killers I had downed I still felt the pain of the vicious blow. 

Before being able to fully fill my lungs with air and cry out, a second blow crossed the location of the first turning up the heat by an order of magnitude. These were not the strokes of a dominatrix on some dumb porn site, this was the real thing. Somebody wanted to hurt me and not just for show. Before being able to stand up I was spun around to see my wife and Laima each holding a cane and a kind of smile that I had never seen before or want to see again.

"As you can see Vito, we made some changes to the way in which contestants are 'persuaded' to undress for the occasion" smirked Nellie. "Better than simply being held don't you think? ... Now, the lady said STRIP!!!"

I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out but with a resolve I was surprised to find in myself I informed everyone within ear-shot "NO, I will NOT strip for your sick and perverted little games!!"

The crowd did not take my rebuttal well, clearly wanting me to pay for my insubordination and Nellie and Laima did not disappoint. Even though I knew what was coming the pain was excruciating and again knocked me off my feet. I lost count but we repeated this dance at least four or five more times and after regaining my stance from the final blow I couldn't take it anymore and finally acquiesced. 

Once naked, I was commanded to turn around, stand on the box that had been placed there and assume the same position as Hadrianus. By now Hadrianus had his legs apart and hands behind his head facing the crowd of leering women and a thousand camera lenses reflecting back flashes of the sun. In the digital age the actual number of people looking upon our predicament would be several orders of magnitude higher than the actual audience in this square. 

I climbed onto the box and faced the sea of heads that extended out in to the side streets. There were so many more than I expected there would be while standing on the ground, and of course that is what my wife and Laima had intended with the newly provided elevation. If I couldn't see all of them then they couldn't see me and wouldn't that have been a shame! I had to remind myself that I still stood a chance of getting Nellie to come to her senses and let me explain, although my time was certainly running out.


I Was Cured



The first young woman reappeared and looked straight at me. She walked slowly around and lifted my penis with the tip of a riding crop, carrying a microphone in the other hand. "Nice size, not too big or small, but the testicles hang too low so we will need extra twine ladies!" This was news to me as I thought I had regular balls, but she said it with such confidence that I guess she knew what she was talking about. Hadrianus did not fare so well as he was told that with such a tiny penis they would have to use the EXTRA SMALL stimulator, sparking a roar of laughter that did not abate for some time. 

She then announced that there was to be a slight change in the proceedings to "help reduce the risk of damage to the runners". Upon hearing this an audible moan went through the crowd, although if they had known what was coming her statement would have instead been greeted with applause.

With what only can be a described as a classic shit-eating grin military-girl went on to explain that we would now have a chance to "... lighten our load and desensitize ourselves!" This would increase our running time without the leather jacket thus enabling us to get to the finish line faster. It was so comforting to know that they had our best interests at heart! It was pretty obvious were this was going and she did not disappoint when we were told we had five minutes to masturbate on the podium in full view of everyone and finish into a glass. At this point Nellie and Hadrianus' missus each produced a glass wiggling them at both of us as she explained that the contents would still have to be "consumed" just as if they would have been at the end of the race. 

I'm sure I couldn't perform even if I wanted to but for some reason Hadrianus decided that this was a good idea. He quickly started in on a five-knuckle-shuffle worthy of a teenage boy with a view into the girls' locker room. The ladies in the audience seemed to love this and shouted encouragement as well as a count-down on each minute. 

I inched away from him and stood trying my best to ignore what was happening a few feet from me and tune out the taunts and requests for me to join in. At about the three minute mark I noticed that there were more and more men close by than there had been before and they were continuing to move in closer. Hadrianus must have noticed too as he yelled something about women-only and he wasn't going to be able to do this with so many men close by. I'm not homophobic but I couldn't jack-off in-front of a group of men either. Then it dawned on me. I couldn't believe it but the bitches must have orchestrated this so that once the five minute mark was reached we would not only not be de-sensitized but would probably be ready to pop after only a few laps. Hadrianus, coming to the same realization quickly gave up in despair. 

The donning of the rope shirt, stimulator and silk 'repository' was not as embarrassing as I thought it would be. I guess I was getting used to being an exhibitionist, albeit a very reluctant one. However, the insertion of the vibrator was problematic. Apparently the girls had not thought this one through as inserting an object larger than the hole it is intended for requires some force even using their little twisting motion trick. As we were up on a box in empty air there was nothing to hold on to or push back from and no amount of lube would overcome Newton's Laws. They reluctantly had to accept defeat and brought us down to for this addition to the costume.

Once they were done I saw Nellie looking very pleased with herself and decided that I might not get another chance so I would try one last time. "Nellie, I'm sorry if I hurt you. Please reconsider and let me explain away from these people. You still have the power to stop this right up until the starting gun. If you force me into this I know you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Her reply was expected but still gut wrenchingly disappointing. "YOU'RE SORRY! LET YOU EXPLAIN!! Isn't that the mantra of every cheating bastard when they are caught?" Her eyes growing colder and angrier as every word left her mouth. 

"You have been deceiving me for a long time now Vito and you expect me to hear one more set of lies now that you have been caught. It crushed me to discover how you fucked all those women behind my back while I waited at home for you! I will not regret anything, but you soon will! YOU! YOU did this to YOURSELF Vito!" she hissed.

After regaining her composure somewhat and in a surprisingly upbeat voice she continued, "Once you have been punished and cured we can go on with our lives with the GUARENTEE that you will be faithful from now on. Sure, I have the power but I will not and do not want to stop it. This will be good for you. You will be cured of your sick desires and I will then forgive you. Don't worry, no matter how much damage is done to your manhood I will still love you and we can work out a way for you to continue to give me pleasure."

For some reason up until this point I was still clinging to the faint sliver of a hope this was just a charade to scare me straight and perhaps a big Candid Camera moment would occur just in time, leaving everyone falling about in laughter. However having seen Hadrianus' expression of sheer defeat and heard my wife's matter-of-fact and self-righteousness tone finally closed the door on that. 

Nellie had snapped, and this was very real. 

Finally a bell was rung and we were led over to the starting line. It would have been a relief to be off that damn box if I hadn't known where we were headed next.

My wife was right there by my side, well at least physically, and we were frog marched to the starting line. Nellie and Laima then stepped back behind me leaving me alone.

Without warning I felt a hand roughly push between my legs from behind and the twine around my gonads now pulled tight, very tight. I felt the splash of water on my leg from a small pail used to wet the rope around Hadrianus' crotch. My final wet down never came and I realized that whoever was 'pulling the strings' here wanted me to be gelded no matter what. 

With no hand left to play I tuned out the chaos around me and waited for it to begin. 

The starter's pistol report echoed around the walls of the town square and Hadrianus was out of the gate on fast but jellied legs. After a few seconds his gait started to regain some semblance of that of a normal man. Albeit a man who was practically naked save for some perverted medieval torture device! He was rapidly starting to come to attention so it looked like Mrs. Hadrianus had wasted no time and started to play early.

I stayed in place until the utter shock on the spectator's faces had dissipated and they started hurling insults at me either suggesting cowardice on my part or sincerely questioning the existence of my masculinity. I'm not sure if the latter was an attempt at humor or unintended irony, but irony often escapes the hard-of-thinking so I'm going to go with that.

Slowly and purposefully I stepped across the starting line officially entering into the race. I looked around until I finally spotted the two women and then headed towards off towards them. 

As I got closer to Nellie and Laima I could see they were both equally perplexed and furious. This is not the way it was supposed to transpire. Right about now my appendage and strung-up "boys" should at least be bouncing around their second or third lap. 

What Nellie had really wanted during the morning was for me to beg instead of straight forward pleas for common sense and decency to prevail. It was simultaneously both annoying and disconcerting that she didn't get it. She thought my warnings of her future regrets were targeted at her living a life with a eunuch, but now she realized that there might be more too it. 

"What are you doing?" cried Laima and Nellie almost in sync. 

"You are running out of time Vito! ... Better get going! Your little friend is nearly on his 3rd lap," and with a smile and a wink to Laima Nellie made a show of pressing the button on her hand controller. "Let's get going Vito! BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZZZZ!"

I had to admit it the up-the-butt thing was not as uncomfortable as I had imagined and could see why it might help things along, but the overall effect was still lost on me. As far as I'm concerned, my hole has an implicit "Exit-Only" sign on it. Anyway, it was certainly not having the desired silk-sock-filling effect but Nellie and Laima were clearly enjoying themselves anyway with the controller. So as not to spoil their fun I said nothing.

"Why are you here and not running?" asked Laima, placing her hand on my crotch caressing my balls. An erection in public is part of the humiliation, and so far I wasn't playing the game.

"If you ladies would give me a little of your time I will explain."

"Hah!" Nellie cried indignantly. "You my dear are the one without any time and we have plenty so please go ahead."

I paused to compose my thoughts and then began. "If you recall, I requested that you stop this sick game many times before it started. I asked that you give me the chance to explain but you did nothing but stand by and enjoy my humiliation and fear. If I was guilty of what you claim then cleaning me out in a divorce would be a justified punishment, but this! This is barbaric and the pleasure you seem to be gaining from it makes me want to vomit."

For the first time in many long hours the balance of power started to turn and I sure as hell was not going to give it back. 

By now, a not so small ensemble had gathered around the three of us all anxious to know why a runner would be so dumb or so crazy as to waste very valuable time talking to his wife and her friend, or even talking to anyone for that matter.

I took charge. "First, I need you to walk with me to the center of the square, and Laima, tell anyone who approaches within twenty feet of us to please leave us alone. I will leave it up to you to come up with a good reason but make sure it happens as I guarantee that what I am about to say, you will NOT want to be public knowledge."

"And what if we don't?" spat Nellie, still holding on to the notion that I was bluffing and getting more and more annoyed with me. 

I turned to Laima and slowly enunciated three words loud enough that any camera's microphone close-by could catch them. "Council ... insufficient ... weak."

For a second Laima looked puzzled, then pale and rapidly grabbed Nellie by the arm with a force that said "DO NOT ARGUE!" The crowd that surrounded us separated and started to follow but Laima turned and barked something in Testonian stopping everyone in their tracks. I had the feeling that Laima had some power in this town and that just confirmed it. Things were going to get interesting from here on in.

Upon reaching the center I looked around and was satisfied that no one was within earshot. 

"What I am about to tell you is something neither of you will like, but it is the truth none the less. And of course you are both free to, and in fact I encourage you to, verify it."

"First, in all of our fourteen years together I have never cheated on you Nellie, although I can tell you I have had several opportunities."

Nellie nearly exploded. "This is why you brought us out here into the sun, to lie to me again!! I know you cheated you dumb ass; I have proof! I'm sure you are now very sorry but really you are only sorry that you have been caught!"

I let her expel all remaining vitriol until she eventually ran out of steam and quieted enough allowing me to begin again. "Last night while you were out bumping and grinding I did some research. First, I looked up the so called 'evidence' you claimed to have of my philandering on your Facebook account." I paused and looked askance. "I have to ask, did either of you actually look at those pictures?"

"Of course! They showed YOU in various hotels kissing and being intimate with several women! You were even caught walking a woman into her room and having sex with her. I think my PI did a very thorough job of documenting those encounters." She indignantly informed me. 

I sighed. "I agree, he did a very good job of documentation, just not ACCURATE and COMPLETE documentation. OK, I can see you are having a hard time taking all this in so let's take it a step at a time. The lady I was photographed kissing most egregiously is Alice DesJardin and she works for one of our largest customers."

"So you had to FUCK HER for the business, is that it Vito? That's supposed to make it alright?" she spat back.

I let the insult slide. "Please let me finish before you jump to any more fallacious conclusions than you already have. We were at a conference in Philly and what you saw was Alice and I at dinner with her husband David. I count them as friends and have even eaten at their house a couple of times while in town." 

Nellie still looked unconvinced so I continued. "I don't know if you gals noticed but on two of the photographs you can see David's arm and shoulder as he sat next to his wife. Mysteriously, his arm has been blurred even though the rest of the photo is in focus. Weird don't you think?!! What is even more bizarre," I added in a mock perplexed tone, "is when you zoom in you can really see the piss-poor job that was made of pasting sections of the background to try and erase his arm and shoulder. There was no attempt to even try and feather it in!"

I paused letting my latest volley penetrate. "But I have to admit that it is true that I kissed Alice in the lobby of the hotel, and that is one of the few photos that are not doctored." 

Nellie's look of concern quickly morphed in to a smile of vindication until I continued.

"What you need to consider is that as her name would suggest she French, le vrai de vrai en fait! And as such kissing a friend of the opposite gender on the cheek is perfectly normal and innocent. Your photo is at such a distance and angle that I have to admit that at first blush it does look somewhat passionate but it wasn't." 

"What about going into HER room?" demanded Nellie.

"Now this is where it gets interesting. If your PI had been honest he would have told you that Mr. DesJardin had walked into that room only seconds before. And no, he is not some willing cuckold who gets off on seeing his wife with other men. Alice wanted me there to discuss her plans for restructuring her company's firewall and DMZ and did not want any eaves dropping by other conference attendees. Mr. DesJardin was understandably quickly bored with our tech talk of tunneling and SSH weaknesses so he watched TV. "

"Your PI's report is accurate in that he wrote, Mr. Russo kissed Mrs. DesJardin in the lobby of the hotel and later entered her room staying approximately 1 hour and 45 minutes. I agree to, and stand by this description of events but I hope you can see how much he lied by omission." 

"There are two instances where there are the pictures showing actual sex and all cases they show a man of my build and hair coloring from the back and side, never straight on and never in good lighting. I bet PI-guy told you that they were grainy because of the stealthy nature of the camera being used?" Nellie didn't answer but the fact that her eyes would not meet mine told me I was right on the money.

"The ones from the side shows my face but again if you look closely you will see that the shadows are in the wrong place and do not match those on the rest of the man or woman's bodies. Nellie, all you have is a bunch of very poorly doctored images. Since I wasn't in the photographs depicting sex I can't recognize that lady, but most of the women with whom I am seen being 'intimate' I do know, and I'm sure I can easily get sworn affidavits from them stating that nothing inappropriate occurred between us." 

"I won't bore you by deconstructing every image on your Facebook page but they were all as equally shabbily Photoshopped as the ones I am describing. Had you actually spent a more than a few seconds looking at them and zoomed in on a few you would have seen that. Tiny things, like erasing pens and paper, blurring co-workers or inching hands or bodies closer than they actually were, but even without PhotoShop he chose only those shots with the most wide-eyed smiles and suggestive or obtuse angles."

"You know, he was so consistently fraudulent that I looked him up. It turns out I have an 'enquiring mind' as he also works as a free-lance photographer and investigator mainly for the National Enquirer!"

Laima looked on questioning, but Nellie's face said it all. I had to then add, "Yes, such a Bastion of truth and objectivity in the journalistic world."

"To top it all off I don't know how you could be so stupid as to offer to pay a bonus if he could find evidence of cheating!" I said.

"I'm so sorry Vito, I just wanted him to make sure he worked as hard as he could, I never thought he would make it all up." Sobbed Nellie, nervously looking at her friend. "But if you have known all this since late last night why didn't you say something?"

"Well, if you recall I did TRY! Several times!!" I barked making both women step back. "I couldn't risk being overhead for two reasons; one I had to use illegal means to find those photos, and two, by submitting the photos you put yourself in a whole heap of trouble. I was hoping you would come to your senses and allow me explain privately, but now I realize that just as you both WANTED to believe your PI, you both WANTED to see me suffer!"

The ugly truth was beginning to sink in and yet I had only just started.

"All of this began because of my work schedule and innuendo and gossip from people with nothing better to do with their lives! Do you know what it takes for me to provide for our family, thus ensuring that you can spend your days in the gym, shopping and lunching with friends? DO YOU!"

"You knew I grew up poor, but you have no idea, nor can appreciate what poor really means. Pulling myself out of the hole I was born into and subsequently keeping us from sliding back into it required many long, hard hours. But all I did during those hours was work, goddamn it!"

Nellie countered, "Two of my friends know several people at your office and both have sworn they heard from several sources that you are a well-known womanizer. They can't have made that up."

"You are right they did not make that up," I retorted, making Nellie suddenly pleased with herself again.

"Either those people do not know me or they intentionally misled you. Did you at any time pause to consider how common our family name is and how many Italian immigrants share it? Vito is also a very common Christian name but in my case, as I'm sure you are aware, I go by Vito because it's short for Vittorio. Outside of work everyone knows me as Vito but to avoid CONFUSION in the office I go by Vittorio."

Nellie looked at first perplexed then closely followed by an 'oh fuck' moment.

"Ah, yes! I see that the penny has dropped and that you know where this is going. Indeed, there are two men called Vito Russo in my office and the other one is a well-known player. I'm sorry but I don't have my cell phone on me. Fuck! I don't even have pockets, but if I did I could at least show the company directory."

I could see the wheels were turning but Nellie was still not convinced. "What about your obvious come-on to Laima? Are you saying that Laima is lying when she said you asked her to have sex with her?"

"No not at all," I again answered, again bringing back the grin of satisfaction on Nellie's face. 

"You know I was scratching my head for some time last night before I finally realized what had to have happened when you said that I had 'propositioned' Laima." 

"Whenever I travel I think it is respectful to have first learned some basics of the local language, and since this one was a close derivative of Latin I felt pretty confident in my abilities. Unfortunately this time I learned only enough to be dangerous."




I Was Cured



"I wanted to impress Laima and try out my Testonian to ask if she could suggest some fun places to go. Given my very limited vocabulary I simplified the question to "Where can we go for fun?" Please correct me Laima but I recall that I said

"Wo et nus vido per gudos?"

Laima nodded so I went on, "Last night the Google translation came back with" 

"Where can we go for a good time?"

"A little suggestive perhaps, but given that Laima was talking to a non-native speaker I'm sure she would have made allowances. What tipped the scales was that there are apparently two forms of 'we', one which means 'you and me only' and another that, as in English can also apply to other people who may or may not be present. Not knowing that there were two forms I used the former 'nus' which now explained the look of revulsion on Laima's face. Even though I had no idea why, since it was obvious I had offended her I apologized and bade a hasty retreat. I tried a second time with a slightly modified question but since at the time I didn't know about different forms of us I made the same fatal mistake again."

A very pale looking Laima stood silently while my Nellie appeared to be lost in thought trying to take it all in. 

"The only thing I was guilty of was unintentionally offending Laima with my poor language skills."

Neither woman said anything so I continued, "Now, probably the most interesting thing I discovered last night was that a contestant to-be in this little race has the right to contest the evidence put forth by his sponsors, who usually is the aggrieved wife but in my case it is the both of you." 

"All good citizens of this town know this rule and would challenge any false claim immediately so there is no need for an official review of the evidence. A very backwards practice in my opinion but no more so than the whole race thing itself. All you have to do is submit your evidence to the town council and arrange for a race date. I of course was unaware of my rights and was given no chance to exercise them ANYWAY!" I barked, making both women jump.

I then looked straight at Laima and for the first time lost my cool. "You rushed this through knowing full well that I WOULD NOT and COULD NOT contest it. Whether guilty or innocent you ensured that I would suffer in the place of your cheating ex-boyfriend Josun who never got caught. Every boyfriend you have had since has been followed and photographed but all you have is a thousands of innocent pictures and a stomach full of bile. Your private Facebook entries make for a very disturbing read." I spat. "Isn't that the way it went down Lamia? ... Laima?" .... She averted my eyes and nodded. 

Laima nervously started to back away. "Please stay Laima. Believe me, you will really want to hear what I have to say next." She came back but still did not meet my eyes.

"How did you know?" asked a very worried Laima.

"That will all become clear soon, but I'm not done yet."

I continued, "Apparently, should a sponsor submit weak or insufficient evidence of adultery then a fine of 10,000 Zlobani is levied against the sponsor and paid to the accused party. I imagine any member of COUNCIL with two working eyeballs will find your evidence to be both WEAK and INSUFFICIENT."

"But I don't want your money Laima, and my wife's money is my money anyway so I'm not going to go there."

Both ladies started breathing again, realizing that I was going to let them off the hook.

"However, and this is where it gets good!" I said pausing to get a reading on the faces of the two women in front of me. "The law further states that should evidence be falsified then it is a serious Federal crime and the punishment is far more severe."

Laima knew exactly what the punishments were and broke down completely. Her voice was ragged and words were almost unintelligible. "Please, Vito. I beg you. I can't. ... Noooh, please don't, please!!" 

Nellie stood frozen to the spot nervously regarding her new friend and confidant collapse in front of her, not knowing where this was going but knowing it wasn't good.

Once Laima realized that I wasn't going to be swayed by her pleas I went on to explain to Nellie that punishment was for the sponsors to perform the competition for their own gender followed by a year in jail for every item of evidence found to be falsified or every lie told. 

Nellie's mouth opened wide in shock then she started to sob. 

"I don't know how much you know about the female competition Nellie but it is a series of events where the contestants earn points. The more points you earn the easier it will be on you in the final round. I'll let Laima tell you the rest, but my favorite event is the 'Circle of Cunnilingus' where the women lay on the ground with one leg raised on a stool, all connected face to pussy. The goal is to make the women your face is buried in to climax as quickly as possible. When a women cums she has to leave the circle and is awarded a point for every woman she has previously given an orgasm to. When I saw the video I couldn't believe how much squishing and slurping could be heard!" 

"But I'm not a lesbian!" cried Nellie.

"That's okay my dear, they are very progressive about such things here and do not discriminate based on sexuality so straight women can compete too!" I said with mock glee, trying to keep a straight face.

"The last event is sick in the extreme and one that mirrors the potential for loss of testicles in the men's race. While it is certainly not life threatening, let's just say there are different types of life-long physical changes made according to the number of points you have acquired."

When both ladies had calmed down somewhat I reminded them that this would only happen if I asked for a review of my evidence. "So, in exchange for my not turning you both in I want you to do something for me."

Both Nellie and Laima eagerly agreed to my substitute penance until I reminded them that I hadn't told them what it was. "I will let you know what it will entail after I get back from the hospital." And with that I turned and slowly walked towards the shade.

Before I got six feet away I heard Laima ask Nellie how I knew everything that I did so I spun back around. "Why don't you tell Laima what I do for a living Nellie?"

"He's an IT network security consultant, and he probably spent most of last night looking all this stuff up," Nellie despondently replied.

I nodded and added, "And a damn good one too or I wouldn't have been able to keep Nellie here in the lifestyle that she thinks she deserves. I should say that both your Facebook accounts were trivial to hack and the town's council servers were not much better. A large part of what I did was very illegal so you won't hear me say that again, but let's just say it was also very fruitful."

I spun back around and again headed off towards the shade but I never got there. The last thing I remember actually seeing was the sky as my head hit the cobble stones. 

"Oh my God, he's down!!" cried Nellie, running over to my prone body. One of the race officials quickly made his way over with a small bag and took out a small bottle and a pin. Nellie then demanded to know why the official wasn't calling one of the ambulances over. 

"They often fake it so before we can declare him out of the race I need to check a few things." said the man now placing the open bottle of smelling salts under my nose. Getting no reaction he continued with several pricks with the needle to which I made no movement. 

"OK, he's really out" the official called over to the medics who quickly brought the gurney over, released my boys from their bonds and we sped off to the hospital.



********



"He's awake! ... Nurse! ... Nurse!" Even in my disoriented state I recognized the not so dulcet tones of my soon to be ex-wife. What I didn't know at that point was why there would be nurses involved and why she would soon taking on the "ex" designation. The pain in my balls coupled with the Testonian accents of the medical staff around me soon brought it all back.

"DAMN MY NUTS HURT! Can't I get some hospital-happy-juice?" 

Nellie looked guiltily aside but did not say anything.

My cousin Jim was a medical technician and had often referred to the pain-meds in the IV-drip as "happy juice" and how hospitals were "rationing this nectar to save on moolah" as he put it. Given the pain I was in I figured that penny-pinching was not limited to the U.S. 

"Well, could you at least get me an Aspirin or ten?"

Again, she did not meet my eyes.

"Ehmm ... contestants are not allowed pain relief. It's, er ... it's part of the punishment." She sheepishly admitted.

"I must have missed that rule, but why am I not surprised?" I uttered in disgust. "What is surprising however, is to see you!"

"You know I would never leave you," replied Nellie in the most sincere tone she could muster.

"More like you COULDN'T leave me Nellie; at least not right now." I waited for a response and realizing one was not forthcoming followed with. "Right now I'm betting that you thought that an early return to the U.S. would be a good idea, but you can't find your passport, can you?" 

Nellie still didn't say anything but her face told me everything I wanted to know. "You probably tore the room apart looking for it but it wasn't there. Hell, it's no longer even in Testonia. The night before the race I mailed your passport home so it should be winging its way across the Atlantic by now."

"What! You mailed it? How? You were guarded the whole night," Nellie asked.

"Indeed I was, so I asked the nice gentleman outside my door to mail a letter to our son. Said letter just happened to contain your passport." I responded to my forlorn looking and now silent wife. "Don't worry we can get another at the U.S. Consulate or have it mailed back, but in either case you will be here for a week or so at least."

"So did you talk to the doctor? What's the prognosis on my balls dear?" I asked changing the subject and trying to sound as upbeat as possible.

"The doctors say that there is a lot of bruising but thankfully no permanent damage. You should be fully healed within a few weeks," answered Nellie.

"I was so worried about you when you didn't run. I was sure you were going to be castrated." 

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Her behavior yesterday belied the seemingly sincere words coming out of her mouth right now.

"On the way here the medics told me that there is a time limit of three hours and had you not passed out they would only have been able to intervene after that time. You would have been castrated. I'm so glad it didn't come to that but strangely the doctors found cotton wool in your nostrils and it took some time to revive you."

"The race by-laws state that a contestant may only leave the race before the three hour mark if they complete the fifty laps or become unconscious to the point that they cannot be revived. The test for unconsciousness is not public knowledge but fortunately is pretty arcane and only involves smelling salts and pin pricks. I was mentally ready for the pin pricks and I was lucky they didn't get too close to my mouth with the smelling salts."

"Anyway, I was actually out cold due to the Oxycontin overdose. It didn't seem so fortunate at the time but if I had never been hit by that car I would never have had those left over tablets."

"There is still more you need to know but for now I see you have my clothes so I'm going to get myself checked out. After that we're going to pay a visit to Laima."

On our way back to town Nellie repeatedly tried to disavow me of notion that I had been unjustly fucked-with and was just blowing things way out of proportion. At first I was simply an uncultured American in a foreign land and had apparently neglected to respect 'their ways'. Then the tears flowed and the pleading ensued. It finally took my rejection of 'taxi-head' in the back seat of the cab to tell her that her efforts were going nowhere. Our driver looked back through the mirror several times and just shook his head.

Back at the hotel we passed the front desk behind which a surprisingly upbeat Laima stood. "Welcome back! Before you go to your room I would like to introduce you to my uncle Festus, the Major of Gonada. He is anxious to talk to you both, you in particular Vito, and I am instructed to take you straight there."

"Funny I was just going to ask you to see him myself, but I think we need to clean up before we can meet any dignitaries so give me a few minutes and I will be right down." I responded, although I fully intended 'right down' to mean an hour or so. The sons of bitches could wait. While Nellie showered I checked on things back in the States and replaced some data that had appeared to be missing. 

When we returned to the lobby there was a car waiting outside and the three of us were escorted to it by two of the largest human beings I had ever seen. Driving through the streets I was reminded why we came to Gonada in the first place as the untouched architecture of the town was outstanding. For some reason it that all escaped me yesterday!

Inside the town hall we were shown to an ornate sitting room and told that His Mayorship would be out momentarily. After forty five minutes he made his entrance with feigned apologies for tardiness due to 'pressing council business'. I've always hated the pretentious power-hungry management type and while I did not expect to like him I found it was loathe at first sight.

After introductions, he began, "I understand from my niece that there was a misunderstanding with regards to the underlying reasons for your race yesterday."

"If by misunderstanding you mean outright forgery of evidence and prevention of due process then I would agree with you."

"Now, now Mr. Russo those are slanderous words and I urge you to be careful. You are guests in our country and we are in a forgiving mood right now but that can quickly change," Responded Festus, bringing a wry smile to Laimi's face.

"They are only slanderous if they cannot be shown to be true, and I can show certainly them to be true."

"Well I'm afraid I have some bad news for you Vito, the photographs and PI's report that were submitted as evidence have apparently gone missing. We have searched our servers and while we have a record of the submission we can only guess that a hard drive corruption wiped them out," Festus said with a smile.

"Isn't that so very convenient!" I replied, which again brought forth a grin from Laima.

"Under the circumstances we feel that it would be in everyone's best interests if you just let this matter drop and then perhaps cut your vacation short so we can all get back to our normal lives."

"Before I consider doing that I would ask you to please look again as files can sometimes be misplaced even on servers. So if you would just humor me and turn your monitor to show me the empty file directory then I will happily leave and consider this matter closed."

Irritated, but knowing that the files had been deleted that very morning by an underling Festus turned the monitor and logged into the town's Justice System servers. He was pointing out the folder structure as we progressed, the entry manifesto of my 'conviction' and was about to say 'the empty folder' when he gasped as the icons of the photographs within started loading on his screen.

"I don't know what to say, but we shall have to see if these are the correct photographs or not before making any decisions," Festus blurted out.

"Oh they are the correct photographs. Just look at the time and date stamps from yesterday!" I said.

While he struggled with what to do next, which I imagine would probably involve my incarceration under some very creative charges, I made my coup de grace. "Oh, look at these photographs at the end!" I said taking his mouse and clicking on the three stills that then filled his screen.

Festus quickly went from pale to a rage in a matter of seconds. Each image showed old Festus with the secretary that showed us in on the very desk we were sitting in front of. 

"What! Where did you get those pictures?" Festus yelled. 

"I don't know how you could accuse me of such a thing! My work is to prevent break-ins not engage in them and I would never stoop so low as to do that to you," I said looking him straight in the eye to let him know that is exactly what I had done and could do a lot more. 

"They must be faked just like yours were!" He blurted out before stopping dead realizing what he had just said.

"Oh I think they are real all right. That is the FIRST TIME I have seen these pictures Festus however they are in full resolution and look completely authentic to me. Your cameras up in the corner must be very high-res, I'm impressed." I then tilted my head to the side to further examine the last image. "But I have to say that while anal is not my thing you two do seem to be enjoying it!"

That must have shocked Festus in to the realization that his Niece was also present and he snatched the mouse from my hand and swiftly deleted the whole file folder, unintentionally making things even worse for himself.

Festus picked up and then barked into the phone. "I want security in here right now, and call the Head of Police! I want an arrest warrant issued immediately."

I knew I only had a few seconds so I began as soon as the Mayor slammed the phone down. "While we are waiting I want to tell you something that you probably don't know about computer systems such as the one you have there," I said pointing at his display. "There is a mechanism called 'journaling' which records every change to the file system so that it can be recreated if some files were to be accidentally corrupted or lost. It is also often used in legal domains to record the action of every authorized user to catch intentional tampering of data."

"Those pictures of you and your secretary having extra-marital sex LITERALLY on government property were recorded into the journal and now the journal also shows that the Mayor deleted them." I said looking straight into the furious eyes of the Mayor.

"Now I'm sure that the person who found those pictures on your office security system and placed them into the Justice System servers should be very concerned for his or her personal well-being at this time. If I were that person I would have enacted some measures of self-defense. Such as, I don't know, copying the images to servers throughout the world and setting up time-delayed anonymous email-bots to send them to the press and Testonian Central Government, just in case anything onerous were to befall them, such as being thrown in jail. If the person who setup the bots is unable or unwilling to stop them before the emails fly then you and your niece will have your own competitions to participate in. And that's before we even consider all the negative publicity and potential jail time."

At that point two security officers burst through the door, both looking to the Mayor for instructions.

You could see the wheels turning as he desperately wanted to fry my ass but knew I had him by the nuts, which I thought was quite a fitting metaphor considering everything. Before he could make the wrong decision I quietly mouthed, "Do you remember what finally brought down Nixon, Festus?"

After several tense seconds Festus turned and told the confused looking officers that "It's a misunderstanding, you can both leave."

After calling off the police, it took him a minute or two to calm down before he could even look at me.

"Alright, Mr. Russo you seem to have the upper hand, for now at least. What do you want?"

"Very simple, Mr. Mayor. To even the score. I may not be a big-shot Politician but I know that if you let people get away with fucking you over they will walk all over you the next chance they get."




I Was Cured



Now, unless you are going to arrest me, Nellie, Laima and I are going to go for a walk outside of your security system. When Laima returns she is going to tell you what she WANTS to happen and you are going to make it so." I placed the emphasis on WANT so that any recording of my statement would indicate that I would not be forcing or coercing her in any way.

All the time I was talking I made sure I never threatened anyone, or acknowledged that I was behind the reappearance of the images, and never insinuated that there was any quid pro quo, or at least that I was not the beneficiary. Festus' office security system would have undoubtedly been recording our meeting and there was no way I wanted to give him any ammunition to use against me. I had him for now, but someone like that never just backs down and he would be looking for a way to nail me as soon as we left the office. As it happened we hadn't actually left before he tried his first hand.

All three of us walked out past a very nervous looking secretary who I guess had heard enough through the door to know what was happening. Right before walking out the main door Laima was called back into the office, and a few minutes later a man, who I assumed to be a lawyer, also walked in. She was obviously getting a briefing on what to say and what not to say.

Ten minutes later all three of us finally left the Town Hall. When we had reached the town limits I turned and walked into a meadow that was out of sight of the town and made sure no one was close enough to hear anything I said. 

"OK ladies. Remove your clothes!" I said.

"What! Have you gone nuts? You are just this side of being arrested as it is and if you touch us my uncle will make sure you pay dearly!"

Both women slowly stripped, constantly looking around for any onlookers. Given what I had to endure at their hands made me smile.

When they were both naked I asked Laima to give me her clothes and told her to make sure that she didn't drop the hidden wire and mic. A furious looking Laima then watched as I crushed the mic and transmitter under my heel after first telling Festus where he could put the next one.

There were several rounds of begging me for to change my mind and forget the 'misunderstanding.' Only after I threatened to just go ahead and let my emails fly did I finally get the necessary silence to begin. 

"Let me recap. Both of you have broken the law and ignored several chances I gave you to reverse course and spare an innocent man. In fact you clearly enjoyed making me suffer and it's even on video that you fully understood what you were doing and the options you had." 

"But you broke the law too, Vito!" cried Laima.

"Yes, only because I had to, to save myself from unjust bodily harm. Testonia has just such an exception on its books, and even if it didn't, good luck in proving it was me. You have no idea how many servers and countries I went through to break into this town's servers. It would take an army of investigators with cooperation from several countries to get anywhere close. Your uncle is a big-fish here, but in the Central Government he has no pull whatsoever and from what I saw is despised by many central law makers."

"You both know what is in store for you should you be found guilty of falsifying evidence. I do not want to do that since unlike the both of you, I do not take pleasure in seeing anyone suffer. Plus I don't want my kids' mother in jail. However, I cannot just let this go."

"I do not want to hear a word out of either of your mouths until I'm done so if you feel the need to interject and piss me off even more just remember I don't have to give you any option if I don't feel like it.

"First, any physical prints or film taken of yesterday's events will be confiscated and destroyed. Any electronic copies are to be erased and the media reformatted. If I find ANY videos in the public domain then the authorities and will be taking a good look at your actions so you had better hope people comply and any copies already online can be taken down."

"In addition you must know that most of the population of Testonia take a very dim view of this whole sick medieval practice. If any images or videos become public I will personally make sure every news outlet in this country has copies, and how an innocent unsuspecting foreigner was railroaded and forced into a barbaric punishment. With any luck I may get on a talk show or two."

Laima wasn't giving up and reminded me that the video would be very embarrassing for me and making a big deal of it would certainly get it shown in the media back in the US. 

"Yes, release of the video of my race would be certainly embarrassing for me but not nearly as degrading as it would have been had I actually ran. All it really shows is my wife beating me with a cane into submitting to a crude sexual act."

I turned to Nellie. "Outside of Testonia what you did to me is called sexual assault. Last night I wondered if it was actually possible to prosecute someone in the US for a crime committed in a foreign country. Guess what, I looked it up and it is! It's called extraterritorial jurisdiction or something. I don't want to but I could have you prosecuted back in the States for what you did to me." It looked like the law had not been tested and was perhaps on shaky ground. Plus I had no intention of using this against the mother of my children, but she didn't need to know those details right now. 

"For several reasons prosecuting both of you publicly in a court of law is not my preferred course of action, but don't think for a second that I will not do so if I have to."

"So, with that out of the way what do I want from you two?" I asked as I eyed both women. 

"In a few moments we will walk back to town and you will go to the town hall. Inside both of you will volunteer to participate in the women's infidelity-cure on the following day!"

That brought a sharp intake of breath from both Nellie and Laima who simultaneously exploded talking at a pace I'm sure only women are capable of. I couldn't have understood them even if I wanted to so I held up my hand and the look on my face must have told them that they should stop. 

I continued. "I realize that it is short notice but that didn't stop you last time did it Laima? Anyway, you will participate in every event except the last which results in permanent bodily harm. It will still seem very strange for two people to volunteer, so to avoid any 'misunderstandings' you will sign a statement saying that you were not coerced and are doing this totally of your own free will. If asked you can say that it would be for the 'experience' or perhaps in support of Gonada's unique way of punishing infidelity."

"In addition, through-out the competition I expect you both to look like you are enjoying yourselves THOROUGHLY. If you have trouble smiling just think back to the way you felt before my race!" I paused and smiled. "If I see that either of you are not sufficiently having fun I will give you two warnings, and if I feel that I have to give a third then this whole sordid mess comes out in the open."

"Why are you doing this to me Vito? We're husband and wife!" wailed Nellie. "I know I was stupid but I was duped by that PI and I didn't know Laima was out to get some personal revenge."

"Nellie, I can't begin to tell you how disgusted I am in you! I did nothing but love and support you very day of the last fourteen years and you humiliate, degrade and possibly mutilate me based on nothing but your own malice. You were duped but you WANTED to be duped! You WANTED me to suffer! Most of all you ENJOYED watching me suffer!"

"I thought we were husband and wife too, but no real wife could do to her husband what you had planned. And after the actual race you were going to force me to do even more degrading things to buy your silence. I can no longer be married to a woman like that and once we get back to the States I will correct that."

My man-as-protector-of-women instincts wanted me to let them sweat and then back out at the last moment. But there was also a darker side rearing its head, probably the same side of Nellie that came forth yesterday, which wanted its pound of flesh. I'm pretty sure I won't go through with my threat, but who knows.

"You know what the real irony is of this whole thing?" I asked rhetorically. "This race was designed to cure me of the deceitful and hurtful practice of cheating on someone I claim to love. And I have done plenty of that, but not to you Nellie. Growing up I actually was the low-life you imagine me to be now. You never met her but by the time I met you I was already cured by a far better woman!"

"So, you both have a choice. Either cheerfully compete, avoiding the last event, or do the full competition and jail time. Since you two are the ones that got us into this mess, it's your call."



I Was Curious



Here's one that's genuinely true, "warts and all" as they say...

My wife has never shown any signs of wanting anything "extramarital" and although I'd dearly love to see her with another man I've never discussed it with her for fear of the repercussions. In light of recent events I now feel rather stupid .

Emma has an old university friend called Tim who's getting married in September. Tim's not much of one for tradition and he invited Emma on his stag-do. She was thrilled at the idea of seeing it all from the boy's side and said yes straight away. I don't really know Tim and I wasn't invited. I wasn't best pleased to put it mildly…mainly because I have always reckoned that Tim fancies Emma.

The stag-do was in a village in Cornwall and since I have a few mates in Cornwall Emma and I thought we'd go down together and I'd spend the time with them while she went out on Tim's bash. Well that's what I told her…what I did was to sneak after her to check on what was going on.

She went out on the evening quite conservatively dressed in a kind of long gypsy skirt and a halter top and flip flops so I was slightly reassured that she wasn't on the pull. I kept my distance till after 10 when I popped into the pub that the do was on in. Unfortunately for me the stag-do was in an upstairs events room and it just wasn't possible to get in without everyone seeing me, so I sat in the main bar getting more and more pissed and pissed off. Eventually I went outside to see if I could find another way, and in the alley behind the pub I found a fire escape that went up to the first floor. Up I went and had a peep through the window only to see the last of the stags drunkenly leaving.

I was about to go back down the stairs when I heard giggling below me and bugger me if Emma and Tim weren't running down the alley. Emma was leading a stumbling Tim by the hand. My heart started pounding and I crouched down on the metal landing to stay as invisible as possible. They reached the end of the alley way and Tim pulled Emma around by the waist and tried to snog her. Emma pulled away at first, but in the most half-hearted and pathetic way, and then she started sucking the face off him! I couldn't believe it. My cock was instantly straining at my trousers and I fumbled to undo my flies.

At the same time Tim was all over Emma, he had one hand up her top fondling her tits and the other was grabbing her arse and squeezing away while they snogged like 16 year olds. Her hands moved from his neck down his back and one hand went between them and I could tell she had gone down his trousers for his cock! Mine was by now out in the cool air but I knew if I did more than squeeze it I'd come straight away so I just held it and watched, my blood was hammering in my ears.

Emma knelt straight down in front of him and must have started to suck him off…he was facing away from me so I couldn't see the action but it didn't matter because she was only down there for a couple of sucks before he started pulling her to her feet. For a second I felt gutted that they were stopping and then with a lurch I realised he wasn't going to settle for a blowjob when he wanted a fuck. She started to snog him again but he turned her round and pressed his crotch into her ass. She got the idea and to my amazement she bent forward, holding on the handle of one of those big wheelie bins. Classy. His hand was up her skirt now and he was obviously testing her wetness, he fingered her for no more than a few seconds and she arched her back and spread her legs a little and looked back at him over her shoulder. She was ready for him and he didn't need anymore encouragement, with a hasty look back down the alleyway he flipped her skirt up over her back exposing her beautiful pale bottom. As he turned I caught a glimpse of an alarmingly large looking cock wagging out in front of him and then he was in behind her. From my angle he was still facing away from me, I could see Emma reach a hand between her legs to hold herself open or to guide him in, he looked down made a few little movements and then thrust his hips forward, threw back his head and gave a great shout of "YES!"

I swear I was close to fainting…my heart was absolutely racing...my wife was down in that alley with another blokes cock in her...fuck!

He had no time for subtlety and just went at it hard, he was pulling on her hips and gasping and slapping away. My eyes were fixed on the two of them when I heard someone directly below me say, "Ooops, fuck me!" and then laughter and then someone else shouted an encouraging "Go for it you hairy stud!" more laughter and a third drunken voice, "Hurry up...the taxi's here!" then another, "Come on boys give a man and a woman who's not his wife some privacy!" and then footsteps as they left. 

Tim never even looked round, he was staring down at my wife's ass as he pounded into it, I could hear his ragged breath and his low grunts, I could also her the wet slap as they came together and my wife's little cries of pleasure, then he pulled her hard onto him and ground against her and gave another hoarse yell and I realised he was cumming inside my wife. Then it was all over and he was out of her, and she was adjusting her clothes and he was zipping up and there were murmured words I couldn't quite hear and then they were running up the alley and there was sarcastic cheering from the lads and finally I was alone in the darkness on the landing of the fire escape holding myself. I just couldn't believe what I had seen.

I have not mentioned any of this to her and ever since then she has been being extra nice to me. She has also come up with a reason why we can't go to Tim's wedding which I haven't argued with. I have no idea if anything else happened that evening, although it's hard to believe that was the end of it. All I can say is that it was unbelievably erotic, and unbelievably painful all at the same time and I must have come literally hundreds of times thinking about it since then. It would be unfair however, not to mention that there is a down side to my fantasy realising itself, which is that I have found sexual relations with Emma difficult since then. I hope that this will pass with time, it is already better than it was. I also hope nothing like it ever happens again. I was curious, now I'm not.