(( This is a large diversion from my typical writings, but it is a special piece for a subscriber who has been a long-time follower. I don’t know if this is what he had in mind, but, I promised him at some point, a wife would get what she had coming … Suppose this is a good lesson in be careful what you ask for …))
Anne had spent most of our marriage being the dutiful wife, and then, one day, she changed. It was subtle at first, but eventually, I started to catch on when she was lying. Little things here and there, trips to the store for no reason, forgetting what she had done with her day, you know, normal things that, if it were just once, wouldn’t have set off alarms. But it was happening more and more.
When we got married, we were young and dumb; well, I was dumb, and she was a genius. I didn’t make her sign a prenup, and she didn’t ask to. My family’s money had been a sore subject for years with my parents, especially after Anne and I married. They swore I was going to get duped. Well, I would never give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right.
When my phone rang, I knew it would be her. I didn’t want to talk to her because today would be the day that I ended things. You see, my momma didn’t raise no fool; I knew about the affair for a while. I just was biding my time until I acted out on this knowledge. I hired a private investigator, and he confirmed what I had already known. Sadly, my bitch wife had to die.
Today was Anne’s usual day to go to her yoga class. Looking back, it seemed like the perfect cover. She had to be stretched, her hair got messy, and she burned calories. I should have known what was going on right under my nose. When she left the house, I let her get a few hundred feet ahead of me. She didn’t know I turned on the cell phone tracker. I didn’t need to tail her close like in the movies. I literally could see where she would park and how long she was there from the comfort of my home.
The PI had shown me photographic proof that Anne had cheated on me with the instructor. What did he have that I didn’t have? Besides a toned body and a full head of hair. All I knew about him was he seemed to prey on the weaker-minded women, and that wouldn’t happen in my house. At least not anymore.
When she parked her car in the Yoga studio lot, I pulled off to the side and watched her walk into the building. I wanted to keep a decent distance and catch her in the act. I didn’t have the plan fully thought out in my head, but I knew today was the last day.
She had on hot pink yoga pants; her ass looked amazing in them. I would miss her ass. Her round cheeks bounced every time my cock thrust inside her pussy, when I took her from behind. Her pussy, I would miss her sweet pussy. The way her walls sheathed my cock, like we were a match made in heaven.
What a bitch, taking this away from me. We were a match made in heaven, and it was her fault for ruining our sacred bond.
“Till Death Do Us Part,” well, sweetheart, it’s time.
The revolver in my glove box fit nicely into my jacket pocket. I also brought my hunting knife. I didn’t know what method I would prefer, but I wanted to be prepared. It felt like I had been losing my mind these past few days, faking it with her. Ever since I knew the truth, it all ended now.
Walking across the lot quickly, I slipped into the yoga studio; there were no other students in there. Even today, on our final day, she was cheating on me. I could hear them; they were down the hall. The sounds of my wife’s voice echoed. Anne was asking to get caught; they didn’t even lock the doors.
How many people around town knew about Anne’s transgressions?
Enough, I couldn’t take it any longer. I marched through the hallway until I saw them in a studio with no mirrors, just mats on the ground, wedges under her body, and this asshole man plowing into her.
I wanted to yell, “Stop,” but I was lost in fixation. Watching his cock work her pussy over. Picturing my own cock doing those motions, I started to get hard. He slapped her ass, she moaned, my mind raced. My cock thought this show was just for him, and I was now entranced in the production.
“You like that, Anne, yeah, take my fucking cock.”
Over and over, he plowed her, and now I had to deal with my own erection first. I pulled my cock out, took it in my hand, started stroking it. I let her moans travel through my mind; I pictured her sweet mouth wrapped around my shaft. The red lipstick she wore for just those special occasions.
The strings of hot white cum shot from my dick and splattered all over the ground. I didn’t care about the mess I made, fuck this studio. I marked my territory, spraying my seed everywhere.
This was my place now, asshole.
Now that my mind was fully back in the game, I took my gun out and took a couple steps into the room. I held my arm out, lining up my shot. The weight of the metal object felt heavy in my hand, and for just a moment, I thought about sparing his life.
And then I heard her cries, “More, more, fuck me harder!”
I pulled the trigger. Moments, no seconds passed. The bullet traveled in slow motion until it broke through the back of the yoga instructor’ skull. I could see his brain matter and blood flying, landing all over my beautiful wife.
Her screams were music to my ears, and when she turned around as the man fell on top of her, half his head blown off, I grinned.
“Edward!” She howled; she tried to crawl out from under the dead body, but I beat her to it. I had my knife out; I was ready.
“You fucking cheat on me, I take your goddamned life!”
The knife was in my hand; I don’t even remember grabbing it from my pocket. Unsheathed and sharp, it sliced into her chest like I was cutting a wedge of cheese.
One
Two
Three
Four
Stab after stab until her blood painted the floor and our bodies.
I looked at the lifeless vessel that was once my beautiful wife. Reality sank in, and I knew that I had to finish this.
Stepping back, I pulled the gun back out and checked the chamber. Plenty of bullets left.
“I loved you.”
Gun to my head, I took a step backward and pulled the trigger.
Your life flashes before your eyes in slow motion. Our wedding day, our first time making love. The day I proposed. I could see these images as clearly as possible before the lights went out.
If only I had known what a liar she was, I never would have asked her out.
whoa. That was intense. Well done.