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A man finds out about his wife’s infidelity…but not everything is what it seems
Chapter 1

My hands were shaking so badly I could hear them practically vibrating against the table. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions that I couldn’t quite figure out. Anger and rage built up inside me that I couldn’t contain any longer. Jumping up from the chair I spun around and smashed my fist straight into the wall. Thankfully it was just drywall and my hand went through easily but it did little to sedate the rage and anger building up over and over again inside me. As I pulled my fist back from the wall I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled through my nose, slowly exhaling from my mouth. I had to repeat this calming process three or four more times before I was able to get a glimmer of clarity through the haze of hatred running through my mind. I looked at the hole in the wall and decided that I needed to put something there to cover it up so that people wouldn’t ask questions until I could fix it. Raw emotions still surged through me as I calmly retrieved a nail and hammer and affixed a picture to cover the newly placed hole. Forcing myself through the breathing technique a few more times allowed me a bit more clarity to continue what I had started. I picked up the chair that had been overturned and sat back down at the table in front of my laptop. I get my hands shaking again and closed my eyes to breathe a few more times before I opened them back up and gazed upon the cause of my fury.

On the screen was a picture of a beautiful, scantly-clad woman standing in a sexy pose. I knew the woman staring at me very well, or so I had thought, since it was an image of the woman I had been married to for the last 25 years of my life. Rage started to build back up inside me joined by brief glimpses of self-doubt. Had I not been a good husband to her? Had I not provided enough for her? Had I not given her everything her heart could desire and more? These thoughts raced through my head but were quickly smashed by the billowing anger and resent that brewed inside me. I had given her everything she could ever want. I know we had been through difficult times in the past but every since I had retired I thought things had finally been really good between us. Apparently I was wrong…dead wrong. As I sat there the events of the last few months played through my mind trying to find some sense of it all. One thing was certain…this bitch was going to PAY dearly.

Let me add a little context before I continue. My name is Trevor Wolfgar, but my very close friends that I served with called me Wolf. I am 43 years old, 5’ 10”, about 200 lbs, and still rather fit since my retirement even though I basically work a desk job with little to no physical requirement whatsoever. My wife, Rose, is only a year younger then me but could pass for 10. She has auburn brown hair that sits just below her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a smile that could still the heart of any man. Standing at 5’5” she was a regular knockout with an almost hourglass figure and a set of C cup breasts that were the focus of my loving attention on many occasions. I joined the Army straight out of high school because I wanted to get away from my home town and my “home life” as quickly as I could and I served in for 20 years before I retired, first as a Scout and then moving on to Special Operations. I moved quickly through the ranks and eventually even had the lead of my own team, which was lovingly called “the Wolfpack”. I deployed many times during my service in the military, and some of those I still can’t talk about even today. My wife and I married when we were very young, she was 18 and I was 19, against everyone’s insistence that we were too young and that she “wasn’t the right girl for me.” I disagreed and married her anyways and I was the happiest I had ever been. We had two children early in our marriage, a boy and a girl, Marty and Ava respectively, and I felt like our family was totally complete. Shortly after the birth of our daughter my wife decided to get her tubes tied and I decided to get a vasectomy just to be on the safe side as neither one of us wanted anymore kids.

Things were a little shaky soon after that as I was going on rather long deployments and I think the loneliness, and the mutterings of things from the wrong people getting into our heads, got to us both. I found out during my second long deployment that she had cheated on me with a couple of other guys, one being the boyfriend of her friend who told me. Don’t get me wrong, I was no angel either, as I found solace and enjoyment in talking online to some of the fairer sex that had started chatting with me and conversations definitely took a turn towards the sexual nature, along with sharing explicit photos with each other. When I returned home we were almost at the brink of divorce but decided that we both had messed up and that we would try to patch things up between us with counseling and some new scenery. It was around this time that I was able to get into the Special Operations group and found some new friends along the way. Things seemed to be on the up and up between my wife and I as my deployments were shorter and we were able to spend more time together, as well as having more supportive people in our corners.

When my retirement finally came we settled down and finally bought a house together, something we had never been able to do while I was in because we moved around so much. It was a small two-bedroom house that was nestled into a small corner of a new neighborhood. Our oldest was already out on his own at college by the time I retired and our youngest lived with us only a year before she moved out to college as well. I had an old friend on the local county police force and quickly got a job at the jail, which was in town. It wasn’t long before I rose through the ranks there and was made a Lieutenant in charge of the night shift. I ended up working 12 hour shifts but only a total of seven days out of every two weeks. Between my retirement and my job we had more then enough money to afford the house, a new car, and I even splurged on a new ring set for her to signify our new life together outside of the military. She didn’t need to go to work but she told me that she was going stir crazy in the house and soon found employment as a manger for a trailer park in the area. She worked normal 9 - 5 days and what time we did have together we spent doing whatever we wanted, whether it was going out on the town or staying in and cuddling on the couch.

That was three years ago when I thought my life had finally become the dream I had always wanted it to be. Reality is a real bitch sometimes. Six months ago a very good friend of mine, former team member, and the guy in the police department that had gotten me my current job, Steve, emailed me out of the blue and said that we needed to talk and that it was urgent. Knowing what kinds of things can go through a vets mind sometimes I didn’t hesitate and quickly called him up. It rang twice before I heard his voice in the other side.

“Steve, dude, it’s been a minute. How’s everything going?” I said, trying to sound upbeat to maybe stave off any bad mentality he might have.

“I’m doing fine, Wolf, well at least I was until recently.” He replied very solemnly. “I came across something that I need to look into more but I wanted to get your permission first.”

This last part caught me a little off guard. Steve had been our intel guy and was extremely good at surveillance. I wasn’t quite sure why he was asking for my permission but I guess since I was his former team leader it sort of made sense. I didn’t think anything of it really so I jokingly replied, “Permission granted,” but then curiosity got the better of me. “What exactly did you come across anyways?”

“I’ll tell you more when I have something more solid. I’m sorry, boss.” The last part he said very softly and I almost didn’t catch it right before the line went dead. Pulling the phone away from my face I stared at it trying to figure out what he meant by that. Maybe he was sorry for bothering me with such a ridiculous request or some other outlandish thing. Steve had always been the professional bachelor so I figured he probably got caught up with some chick somewhere and didn’t know what to do. I thought he would call me or contact me again when he was ready to tell me the whole story. Which brings us to today.

I had come home early from work as I was not feeling the greatest and was surprised to find that my wife wasn’t home. I tried calling her but it went straight to her voicemail. I figured that maybe she had forgotten to charge her phone before going out and had let it die. She often went out with her girl friends on the nights that I worked so she wouldn’t be in the house by herself because she said it creeped her out sometimes. I received a notice on my phone that I had gotten another email from Steve, so I took my laptop out on the kitchen table and booted it up. I opened my email and found the one he had sent to me. The subject title to the email I received was simply “I’m sorry boss”, which struck me as very strange considering it was the last thing he had said to me. As I opened it up there were several attached files but the main part of the email was a link which a username and password below it. I clicked the link not really thinking anything of it and was moved to a site offering the services of escorts in the local area.

I wondered why Steve would send me a link to this site and what the username and password were for. I started to scroll down the pictures of the girls and with every scroll my mind wondered more and more what I was doing. Then I saw it. The bright green eyes. The auburn brown hair. The face, though now adored with rather whorish make-up, that I had woken up to for the better part of 25 years. Disbelief filled my head and I refused to admit that this woman displayed on the screen could be the same woman I had pledged my life to and who, in turn, had pledged the same to me. I could hear myself repeating the same mantra over and over, “No, no, no, please no.” I continued to look at the woman pictured on the laptop. Her outfit was something straight from some sex shop. The top was a red corset that pushed her already large breasts to practically falling out. The black leather mini skirt came down just barely enough to cover her ass to the point that if she were to bend over everything would be graciously on display. The black thigh high stiletto heel boots completed the whorish outfit and gave her ass even more lift. I zoomed in on the picture little by little, dreading each swipe of the mouse as the picture got closer and closer to my target. My stomach lurched and churned as my worst possible fears came to realization. There above her left breast was the heart-shaped lock tattoo that she had gotten when we had renewed our vows shortly after I retired from the military. My left hand slowly made its way to my chest, involuntarily rubbing the matching heart-shaped key of the tattoo that we had specifically designed for us and took the rights to so that no others would be made in the same way. Anger and rage flashes through my head as the seconds ticked by more and more. I panned back out and saw in the area that had been prioritized for this woman, Grace she was calling herself, was a calendar where you could look at available times and dates. I opened the calendar and regretted it almost instantly as all the available dates and times coincided with the nights and times that I would be working. I could feel the bile rising up into my throat but the rage took hold and forced it down, then forcing me to produce the fist shaped hole in the kitchen wall.

Chapter 2

As the anger and rage coursed through my body I felt myself coming to a sudden calm. It was a calm that I had encompassed during my deployments when there were things we had to do that were not of humane behavior. A calm that I had thought dormant since the new beginning between my wife and I. A calm that normally scared the shit out of my teammates. I began to wonder what my friend had sent me the username and password for since none had been used as of yet. I decided to click on a random time and date in the calendar and a pop-up window asking if I would require “additional services” appeared with a button for “Yes” and one for “No”. I quickly pressed the “Yes” button and another pop-up window requiring an account jumped onto the screen. I quickly typed in the username and password my friend had supplied me and was taken to another page. This one, once again, showed my wife in lewd poses wearing even lewder clothing. Also displayed were random pictures of her in the midst of certain sexual acts. One showed her with a mouthful of another man’s cock. Another showed her with her pussy glistening with wetness and rammed full of yet another man’s cock. More and more these pictures danced across the screen emboldening my anger and rage even more. How could she do this to me? What did I ever do to her? These thoughts mules around and around in my head as I heard the distinct buzz of my phone reviving a text message.

‘Sorry I missed your call, baby, out with the girls and can’t talk right now’ was all the message sent from my wife said. A small glimmer of hope began to radiate from my heart as I saw the message and felt a small smile creep across my face. Suddenly another pop-up message appeared on the screen, ‘Would you like to see this model in live action?’ With two more bubbles below it, one for “YES” and one for “NO”. My hand was trembling as I slid the mouse icon to hover over the “YES” button. I felt the bile rising back into my throat as I clicked on it and a new video window opened up showing a small room with very little furnishings, basically a chair, a bed, and a small table.

It was dark in the room at first but dim lights kicked on as the two people entered the room. The woman that may have been my wife and some random guy I have never in my life seen before. They walked towards the open area of the room and the man turned, grabbing the woman by the hair and forcing her to her knees. What should have been a scream of terror and pain instead was replaced by an animalistic moan of excitement. The woman dropped her small purse and I saw a small phone drop out of it. Terror filled me as I zoomed in on it and noticed that it looked quite like the one my wife carried with her. With my stomach in knots I did the only thing that I could think of. I picked up my phone and called my wife, praying that she would answer and that this was some kind of sick joke. The phone rang and rang but as I pulled it away from my ear a sickening sound echoed from the computer speakers. I watched as the phone on the ground buzzed and jerked in time with the ringing in my ear. The bile crept further up my throat as it all became way to clear for me to handle. I scrolled back out to see the woman’s lips fully wrapped around the man’s cock, taking him all the way into her mouth and into her throat causing her to gag, sputter, and moan all at the same time. I watched as her hand drifted down to her short mini skirt, pulling it up to reveal her lack of any panties. Her pussy glistened with moistness as she easily slid three fingers up inside herself, adding to the moaning already bellowing from around the cock shoved into her throat. The man looked down at her and laughed as he pulled her off of his cock, spittle creating a rope between her lips and the tip of his penis. He snorted loudly and, as he looked down at her, let loose a large glob of spit that landed directly onto her forehead and started sliding down her face. The man turned around and stuck his naked as towards my wife, smiling as he taunted her and commanded her to give him a rimjob. “Lick my dirty ass like the dirty skank white you are,” is what I believe he told her. I watched, horrified, as the woman that I had called my wife for the past 25 years grinned from ear to ear, the glob of spit running down her chin, lurched forward with her tongue hanging out right between the man’s ass cheeks. The sounds of her lapping, slurping, and sucking echoed in the room along with moans emanating from both him AND her. One of her hands reached up and began stroking the man’s hard cock while her other was busy furiously rubbing her own sex, dipping two, three, and then four fingers deep into her cunt. Juices dripped down her hand as she pummeled her cunt again and again, her moans getting louder and louder. After a few minutes the man grabbed her hair again, standing up and turning around, his hard cock smacking her cheeks again and again. She opened her mouth wide as he shoved his cock all the way in, causing her to gag and drool again. Faster and harder he rocked his hips, grabbing a fistful full of hair in each hand and pulling her face towards him as he fucked her mouth with wanton abandon. Finally I heard him grunting and shoved his cock all the way into her throat and held her there. Her body starting shaking from the continued lack of oxygen but her hand work furiously on her dripping wet cunt. Finally he pulled back and allowed her to gasp for air, at the same time she screamed as her orgasm finally flowed through her, juices squirting into a growing puddle below her. Her legs were shaking as she came again and again, the puddle growing larger and larger each time. The man pulled his cock all the way from her lips, blasting the last of his load into her open mouth. She held it there, looking up at him and you could see her tongue moving it around inside her mouth. Finally she closed her mouth and, with a gulp, opened it again to show that she had swallowed it. The man nodded and pulled up his pants as the woman dropped to her knees, her hand glistening in her juices next to her. “Clean this mess up,” the man commanded her. Eagerly the woman dropped down, slurping and lapping at the puddle formed by her own juices. She moaned as her lips, face, and tongue were coated in the liquid she had produced. When the man was finished he gave a light chuckle and exited the room. The woman was still on her hands and knees when the screen went black and automatically closed itself.

I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. I shut my eyes tightly willing the images I had just seen to be purged from my memory. My heart beat faster and faster, I could feel my pulse racing throughout my body. Anger and rage flashed through me but was quickly replaced by a sudden, and frightening calm. The calm that had gotten me through many missionh. Slowly I exhaled with my new calm and slowly opened my eyes. I minimized the website window and brought up my email once more, looking at the attachments linked to it. As I clicked on each one a small video started playing showing the same room and the same woman but different men and varying sexual activities. One had her on all fours on the bed getting pounded in the ass, begging the man to pound her harder and cum deep inside her. Another had her with two men at the same time, taking their cocks into her mouth and then into her pussy and ass, and back into her mouth. Another had her with a large number men, each one taking turns pounding her pussy, her ass, or her mouth, and even taking turns pissing on her or n her mouth as well,the while she begged for more and more. Each video increased the anger and rage building inside me and at the same time enhanced the deathly calm that had overshadowed my thoughts.

I slowly picked up my phone and dialed Steve’s number, hearing it ring twice before he finally answered.

“Hey bro, I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck is all this shit you sent me, Steve?”

“There is a big prostitution ring going on in a few areas around here. I was brought in on it and we think they are all connected. I saw her and wanted to get confirmation before I told you. We have been trying to bring it down but we think there is a mole on the force that gives them a heads up on raids because when we get there we can’t find anyone or anything.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Steve, what the fuck is really going on here,” my voice was deathly calm as I tried to wrap my head around things. A plan of vengeance started brewing in my head.

“I’m telling you the truth, bro. I would never lie to you, you know that.” His voice sounded almost apologetic. “I was wondering that since you aren’t connected to the task force if you could help me out a little.”

“I don’t care about your task force or this whole fucking operation,” I replied, the venom in my voice was apparent. “I’m ending this shit, right the fuck now.” I hung up the phone and slammed it to the table, clearly breaking it to pieces. The anger raged through me again and again but I was determined to make an example of the woman who betrayed me. I opened the site again as well as her calendar to set up an “appointment”. I set it for the next day as I was supposed to be working but would need to take care of this as a priority. When I ***********ed the date and time another window popped up to determine the “level” of services that would be required. There was a bronze level, which I was guessing was a blow job, silver, which I guessed was vaginal sex, gold for anal, ultimate, which I figured was anything goes, and also a group rate which made me fume even more. I ***********ed the “ultimate” level and verified the date and time as well as was given a location to meet the “escort”.

With that done I picked up my phone again and texted my soon to be ex-wife. ‘Not feeling well so I will be sleeping in the spare room so you don’t catch what I have.’ It was a lie and I was actually more worried about catching something that SHE might have but I really didn’t want to see her yet as I was afraid of what I might do before my plan could take fruition. Then I text Steve. ‘Im done with this bitch. I’m onboard and have set up a meeting tomorrow at 2000.’ His reply was swift. ‘Thanks, bro, will meet you there.’ With that I closed everything on the computer and got up from the table, the need for vengeance prioritizing itself in my head. I had an idea of what I wanted to do but it would take careful execution, something that I was very good at when this deathly calm took over. I headed to the spare room and sat on the bed, the events of the past hour still playing out in my head. My phone dinged and I looked at the new message. It was from my wife. ‘Sorry you’re not feeling well, my love, and I hope you feel better soon.’ This made my blood boil even more but what scared me more was the smile that started to creep across my face as my plan became more and more clear in my head.

Chapter 3

I heard when my wife arrived at home and did everything I could to not rush out and strangle her right there. I couldn’t stand to look at her so when the knock on the spare room door came I pretended to be asleep so that she would leave me alone. I avoided her all day and then made a show of getting ready for work and heading out the door. I drove down about a block and pulled off into a side road so I could watch for when she left. I watched as an hour later she pulled out of the driveway and made her way to her first “appointment”. The smile that crept across my face was sinister in its purest form as I went back over the plan once more in my head. I drove back up to the house and went inside, changing my clothes and looking at the time.

As the time for MY “appointment” due closer I got back in the car and made my way to the designated location, which just so happened to be located in the trailer park that she supposedly managed. I spotted Steve’s car and pulled in next to it, away from the hook-up trailer so that she wouldn’t notice my truck there. I walked the rest of the way and stepped inside the trailer. The air stank of sex and piss and nearly made me gag. I looked around to make sure that there were no others in the trailer and made my way over to the chair, positioning it so that I would be hidden in the darkness when she came in. I looked at my watch and saw that the time was nearly there. The excitement of my plan coming to fruition coursed through me and brought yet another sinister smile to my face.

I heard the door open and watched as she walked in, wearing a very tight red corset that practically pushed her breasts out of the top, and a short black skirt that barely covered her ass and pussy. I could feel the snarl emerging on my lips but I needed to keep my composure for just a bit longer. She reached for the light switch but I commanded her to stop.

“Leave it off,” I said, lowering my voice so that she would not recognize mine.

“Ummm, if that’s what you want,” she looked a little confused as she made her way closer to me only able to make out my outline in the small amount of light allowed in from outside. She swayed her hips provocatively as she came closer and closer. “So what do you want, sweetie,” she said without any care in the world.

“What do I get,” I asked, still keeping my voice low.

“Well you paid for everything, so you can have me do whatever you want,” she replied rather coldly.

“If that’s the case, come closer,” I said, my hands digging into the arms of the chair as my excitement grew more and more. She walked closer to me until she was almost on top of me. “Stop,” I commanded, to which she obeyed, “and kneel,” to which she again complied without hesitation. There she was right in front of me and it took me everything in my power not to reach out and smack her across her face for what she did to me. I leaned a little closer, “What I really want…” I started and trailed off.

“Yes,” she said, leaning towards me.

I cleared my throat, returning my voice to its normal tone and leaned forward so that the light from the outside illuminated my face for her to see it. “Is a divorce you nasty fucking whore.”

The shock and shame in her eyes came almost immediately as she gazed upon my face. “No, no, no, no, no, no.” She repeated over and over again her head shaking and tears beginning to streak down her face. “You weren’t supposed to know. He said you couldn’t know. He promised you wouldn’t know. No. No. No. No. This can’t be happening. No, no, no, no, no. You aren’t supposed to be here.” She continued rambling on and on, her tears streaming down her face with greater and greater force. Her hands came up, covering her face as the tears streamed more and more along with the ramblings. My anger grew and my patience wore thin as I sat there watching her sobbing endlessly, trying to make sense of her babbling. My fingers dug into the chair more as I willed myself not to reach out and choke the woman in front of me that had broken my heart. I could feel the love that I have felt for her over the past 25 years trying to bubble up, trying to convince me to reach out and console her, but the deathly calm of my anger and rage subsided those feelings as she continued to bawl and sob.

After a couple of minutes of listening to her constant crying and incoherent babbling my hand slowly reached out, ensnaring a handful of her hair I roughly pulled back, causing her to involuntarily moan softly. I snapped her head back so that she was staring right at me, the coldness in my eyes taking in the sight before me. Her thick make-up was smeared and running from the tears, snot rivulets drained from her nose, her eyes were blood-shot and puffy from the constant crying as well as full of tears steadily streaming down her cheeks. As I brought her eyes up to me and stared at her with my cold, calculating eyes a sudden surge of the love that I had felt for this woman started to invade my heart but was quickly squash by the deathly cold of the anger and rage that currently filled it. Then I noticed a slight shift in the woman that I held with my hand. A sort of lustfulness began to fill her eyes, her lower lip quivered as she began to bite it slightly, her hands began trembling, her breathing quickened, and I could see, in my peripheral vision, that she was pushing her legs tightly together as she continued to kneel before me. My other hand reached out and grabbed her under her chin which only seemed to intensify the reaction she was having.

Suddenly her eyes blinked and the lust that had been filling them was quickly replaced by an intense fear. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she stammered, “you can’t be here. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s going to kill us both. Shit, shit, shit. Why are you here?” She continued in her stammering ramblings as I held her there tightly trying to figure out what exactly she was talking about. I had finally had enough when I yanked her hair roughly, causing her to quiet her mumbling a for a second. I brought her eyes back to mine to ask her the only question that I had running through my mind.

“WHY?”

She began bawling again, her mutterings incoherent as she mumbled on and on. Before I could get a logical answer from her there was a heavy knock on the door right before it flew open making both of us stop and look over in that direction quickly. I felt a small growl emitting from my throat at the interruption and unconsciously let go of my soon to be ex-wife. She spun around, screaming as we looked to see who had caused this rather inconvenient distraction. As I stood up, Steve walked into the door, making to slam it closed behind him. Rose screamed again, begging him not to do anything to me. This caught me a little off guard but I remained focus on my main priority. To finally end this charade once and for all. Before I could say anything Steve’s sidearm was in his hand pointed directly at my head. He took a couple of steps closer, the moonlight reflecting off the polished gun.

“What the fuck is this, Steve?” I was quickly realizing that I had been set up for all of this. From the very beginning I was being played and now it seems that he had me right where he wanted me.

“No hard feelings, bro, but that hot ass wife of yours should be mine. Now if the only way I can have her is to force her to work for me then so be it.” He chuckled to himself seeing that he had the upper hand in the situation. “Now I guess I will have to make good on a promise I made to her and slice you up piece by piece in front of her so that she will be more eager to work for me.” He took another step closer.

I looked at him, the cold calculations in my eyes digging into his very soul. A crooked half smile slid across my lips as my head tilted slightly. “Now what makes you think I would let you do something like that, brother,” I calmly stated.

“Because I have the only gun here, jackass,” he bantered, waving the gun up and down. “Now where to shoot you first is the main question.”

“You sure about that,” I replied coldly. Raising my hand I stuck out my pointer finger and thumb, pointing it directly at him. “Now I will give you one chance to turn yourself in or you’ll regret it. Actually I take that back. You won’t live long enough to regret it.”

Steve laughed loudly. “Are you fucking kidding me. What. You gonna shoot me with your finger you glorified prick. I’ve been stuck at the same position for years but you waltz in and make rank like it’s going out of style. Fuck you and fuck that…” He never got a chance to finish. I dropped my thumb and the only sound you heard was the glass breaking and soft whistle of the round traveling right through his head. Steve looked at me, the life draining quickly from his eyes as the gun fell from his hand right before his body collapsed to the floor. Blood pooled out from the open wound on the side of his head and stretched out across the floor of the trailer. Rose screamed at the sight of the dead man in front of us.

I turned around, looking down at my wife with the same cold stare. “Thanks, Mike. I owe you one,” I said, my wife staring up at me quizzically.

“We got you, brother,” was the reply into the earpiece I was wearing. “Plus, the way I figure it most of us still owe you like five or six.” He chuckled into the earpiece as I removed it from my ear and dropped it to the floor. The questioning look on Roses face became deeper as she watched it fall and land, bouncing off to the side. I reached out my hand to her. She slowly reached up and took my hand. I gripped it tightly and pulled her to her feet, her body pressed against mine as I wrapped my other hand around her waist. “Now, my dear, shall we go home.” Tears streamed from her face as she began sobbing again, burying her face in my shoulder. I felt the warmth of her tears soaking into my shirt as I moved my hand up to her hair. Closing my hand around into a tight grip I pull back hard causing her to gasp and softly moan as I gazed into her eyes. “No tears,” I said coldly. She sniffled a little but as she stared into my cold, heartless eyes I could feel her breathe quickening again and her heart racing. I watched as she began biting her lower lip again and her hands gripped tighter into my arm. A sly half-smile slid across my face as I watched the lustfulness return to her eyes and I could practically smell her wetness in the air. I kissed her deeply, my tongue invading her mouth roughly, her soft moans becoming more and more audible as she pressed her scantly clad body against mine. I pulled her away from me and grabbed her hand again, practically dragging her out to the car. She quickly scurried over to the passenger side and got in, her hands trembling in her lap, her legs pressed tightly together.

I slowly slid into the drivers side and started the car, noticing that Steve’s car was no longer there. ‘Man, they move quick’ I thought to myself. I grabbed the cellphone out of my pocket, turning off the recording app that I had been using and saved the file to my phone. Then I sent a copy of it to myself for safe keeping. I quickly punched in a number and placed the phone to my ear. As I heard the other side pick up I quickly uttered only a few words. “It’s been taken care of.” With that I turned it off and put the car into gear heading for home.

The entire drive home I could see my wife squirming left and right in the seat. Opening her mouth as if to ask a question and then looking over at me and quickly closing it. I still had the cold, calculating look in my eyes, the same one that had always terrified her when I came back from operations. We made it home without and word and I quickly made my way in, Rose followed closely behind me. As the door closed behind her I quickly grabbed her hand tightly and dragged her to the bedroom. She practically ran to keep up but she was determined as ever to do so. As we reached the room I spun around, letting go of her hand and quickly grabbing a fistful of her hair. I pulled her close to me as a half-crooked smile crossed my lips again.

“Now where were we,” I said, calmly and coldly. “Oh that’s right. ON YOUR KNEES.” Without hesitation she quickly dropped to her knees, her eyes still blood-shit and full of sorrow. That is until she watched as I undid the button on my jeans. Her eyes lit up with a lustfulness I hadn’t seen in years as she quickly took over unzipping them and and pulling them down, followed closely by my boxers, freeing my semi-hard erection from its confines. Like a pro she sucked on one ball and then the other, running her tongue up the length of my hardening cock. Slowly she wrapped her painted lips around the head and flick the tip with an expert tongue. Her moans became louder and louder as she took more and more of my thickening cock into her mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of her throat and began to slide in. My own moans started to echo out from me along with the occasional deep-seated growl as I held the fistful of her hair firmly in my grasp. Slurping and sucking with abandon I could feel the drool and spit forming around her lips, running down her chin, and all over my cock and balls.

I could feel myself getting closer to release so gripping her hair tighter I pulled her head back. She moaned and grasped loudly as she looked up at me with absolute lust in her eyes. I pulled up on her hair forcing her to get to her feet quickly and threw her towards the bed. Without hesitation she scurried onto it staying on her hands and knees, her short mini-skirt riding up over her hips displaying her gorgeous ass and dripping wet pussy. I swiftly moved in behind her and without waiting grabbed her hips and slammed my hard cock into her wet cunt. She gasped and moaned as I plowed my hard cock into her, pushing back against me trying to pull all of me inside her. I hammered her pussy without mercy making her cry out in pleasure louder then I have ever heard before which only made me redouble my efforts and drive me on harder. I thrust into her harder and harder until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slammed my entire cock into her as deep as I could as my cum shot up inside her as her pussy squeezed and massaged my cock, her moaning and cries only making me cum harder. She screamed out as her pussy squeezed my cock harder then I had ever felt before and I knew she was joining me in an orgasm of a level neither of us had ever reached.

I tried to pull back but she reached back and grabbed my shirt, pulling me so that I would stay inside her. I could feel her pussy massaging my cock over and over and could feel myself getting hard again. She turned her head and looked at me. “Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she pleaded, an almost pouty look on her face, “please. I’ve wanted you to so very badly.” The crooked smile crept across my face again as I pulled my slick, hard cock out of her wet pussy and slid it up to her waiting hole. I had barely gotten the tip in when she pushed back against me, swallowing my entire length in one go. She gasped as my hard cock filled her ass, growing harder and bigger in the tight confines. “Oh my god,” she cried out, “I’ve actually never taken anything so big back there.” From her tone I could tell that she was actually telling me the truth and not some falsehood just to be in the mood. I had always been able to tell when she was lying to me face-to-face, so she never would. Her words spurred me into a frenzy and I grabbed her hips with one hand and a fistful of hair with the other, rocking my cock in and out of her ass faster and harder with each thrust. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, “fuck, Daddy, that feels so fucking good.” I couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled her hair as I filled her bowels with another load of my cum, causing her to moan again as she felt herself filling up with the hot liquid. I held myself inside her until it finally went soft, sliding out of her used ass followed by a small stream of cum. As I tried to catch my breath she swirled around and took my cock into her mouth, moaning as she sucked and licked every last drop of cum she could muster from it. As she finished and pulled my clean, limp cock from her mouth she sat back, cum still leaking from her used holes, and looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow, lust, and shame.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she started, sniffling as the tears threatened to start again, “I didn’t want to but…”

Before she could finish I pressed my finger to her lips. “Hush now,” looking down at her I could see in her eyes and face all the emotions raging and fighting against each other. “I already know more then you think I do.” Confusion added to the mixture of emotions on her face as she tried to figure out the next thing to say. “I know that you would not deliberately go out of your way to cheat on me,” I stated, deciding that I would try to explain things to her, “what I don’t know is why you didn’t come to me first.”

She sniffled again, trying to find the right words to say, “I wanted to,” she started, “when he came into my office six months ago and threatened to arrest me for drug distribution. He had shown me areas he would plant evidence to frame me. I told him that I didn’t care and that’s when he threatened to go after YOU. He told me that he would get you disgraced from the military, disgraced from the police force, and then he would slowly torture you in front of me before killing you and then killing me. I still didn’t believe him until a friend of mine, Amy, came in with him and confirmed that he would do exactly that. He said that if I told you he would do the same thing and that he would be able to get away with it since he had been for years. I didn’t know what else to do so I went along with it but he would dose me up with major hits of ecstasy before every time I went out so that I would ‘play along’ more easily. I can’t say that I hated all of it though,” she looked down, shame filling her voice, “I did enjoy the lack of control but I so desperately wished it was you doing all those things to me and that’s what I had to imagine in order not to wish to off myself every time. But I got to the point that I didn’t want to do it anymore so I told him that I was done, which is why I’m assuming that he brought you into it.”

“Well all of that has been taken care of,” I replied, looking down at her and lifting her chin so that she would look at me. “However, there will be some changes around her for a while.”

Looking up at me I could see the tears in her eyes and the smile that beamed from ear to ear. “Anything,” she stammered, “I will do anything and everything you ask. I love you and I am more sorry that I hurt you then I could possibly put into words. I will do anything to make this up to you.”

“Be careful what you wish for, my dear,” I said slyly, the crooked smile crossing my face again, “you might just get it. Now get some sleep and we will go over things in the morning.” Exhausted and excited at the same time she stripped out of her clothes and slipped into bed. After disrobing I followed suit, sliding into bed next to her. She quickly wrapped her arms around me tightly as if I was going to disappear at any second. She laid her head in my chest and sighed heavily as she nestled in closer to me. Though it was the plan, sleep was the last thing on either of our minds and we ended up fucking like wild animals three more times that night before both of us finally passed out from sheer exhaustion in each others arms.

Chapter 4

The next morning I awoke and slipped out of bed, doing my best not to wake my wife sleeping practically on top of me. I slipped in my bathrobe and made my way to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee. After pouring myself a cup I walked over to the living room and turned on the tv, switching to the morning news channel. As it turned out last night was a rather eventful one. There were several mysterious fires across town apparently the chief of police finally cracked down and broke up a prostitution/human trafficking ring that also led to the arrest of several officers that were linked to it. Unfortunately they were unable to take into custody the apparent ring leader, pun intended, who had been a member of the drug enforcement unit of the police force for several years and now has been completely discredited and dishonored. He is currently at-large and considered armed and dangerous. I chuckled to myself as I hear this knowing full well that they would never find his him no matter how hard they looked. Turning back to the news report I heard them say that all these arrests were due to an anonymous tip sent in to the chief himself, along with files linking all the officers to the ring. As the report droned on I sat back and started to reflect on the events that had led up to last nights finale.

Two nights prior….

Looking at the ceiling of the spare room I tried to wrap my head around the shitstorm my life had just turned into. How could she do this to me? Why would she do this to me? Wasn’t I a loving enough husband to her? Our sex life wasn’t all that bad was it? I mean we were still making love about once or twice a week but we always tried to make time for each other. As these thoughts and more rolled around and around in my head something else snuck into the mix. I remembered the last message that I had received from Steve. I had told him a date and time but then I hadn’t told him a location so how would he know where to meet up. As this random thought pierced my brain it started to get louder and louder to the point that I couldn’t shake it. Finally deciding against sleep I sat up in bed and stared at my phone. I could just call him and find out but something stopped me. Instead I called another friend of mine, one that I had served most of my time with, had gone into Special Operations with, and someone that I would more then trust my life to. As I heard the phone ring I tried to formulate how I would say what I needed to say. When the other side picked up I was at a loss of words.

“Hello,” he said rather drowsily which was understandable considering what time it was. There was a pause, I’m assuming so he could see who it was that had called him at such an ungodly hour. “Wolf, dude, what’s going on? Is everything ok?”

I couldn’t hold back and spewed everything that had just happened. The link I was sent, the videos I watched, and even the texts. I held nothing back and the other side was silent just listening to me. When I was finally done I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. “What do you think I should do, Mike?”

“Look bro, you have always been straight-forward and honest with me so I’m going to be the same with you. To me it sounds a little fishy and, to be honest with you, Steve has always had an eye out for your wife. I’m not saying that he would necessarily do anything but he’s always said how he’s been jealous of you and that he was a much better man then you were.”

“Why didn’t I know any of this before,” I replied, totally in shock of what I was hearing.

“None of us wanted to ruffle your feathers, dude,” he said, almost apologetically, “we all have seen how you get when that cold ass heart of yours gets turned on. Honestly, it’s the scariest shit I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Also we didn’t think it was anything but him trying to talk big shit since he was pretty much the lowest guy on the pole.”

I took another deep breath before I continued, “Fine,” the coldness had returned to calm my increasing anger, “I may need your help with something but I need to make a few calls first. Do me a favor though and get a few guys on board, only ones that YOU absolutely trust.”

“Not a problem,” he replied rather calmly, “man, I almost feel bad for anyone in your damn warpath.”

I hung up the phone and called a few friends that I had on other police forces in the area. I found out that there was indeed a desire to end this prostitution ring that was going on in the area and that there was talk of some on the police force being involved but no one new who. On top of that it wasn’t only a prostitution ring but it was also linked to drug and human trafficking so if they could bring it down it would be a huge win for all of them. It took me a few hours to get all this information so I hadn’t even realized that Mike had sent me several texts of increasing urgency to call him back. Not sure what to make of it I called him up and he picked up almost immediately.

“DUDE…HOLY FUCKING SHITSTORM,” he was practically screaming into the phone.

“Calm down, Mike,” I replied trying to figure out what he was getting so excited about.

“Dude, Wolf, we just hit the epic fucking motherload,” he exclaimed.

“What are you talking about,” I was trying to make any sense of what he was babbling about.

“I called a friend of mine who’s a big time hacker, actually works for the NSA for it too, but that’s besides the point. He went looking into the site you told me about and found where it was funneling the money to. Ends up it’s going into an account held by none other then Steve himself. So he went digging into Steve’s accounts and found all kinds of discrepancies and payouts coming and going out of it for the past few years. He sent me a list of all the names he uncovered but it practically is everyone on your drug enforcement team. I will send you everything that I have but I have him digging for more. Hell, he’s even digging into Steve’s computer itself.” He sounded like a kid at Christmas with as excited as he was so I figured I, once again, had to be the voice of reason to bring him down.

“Well fuck me running,” I replied as calmly as I could manage, trying to get him to keep from jumping through the damn phone. Then a plan started to formulate in my head. “Mike, I need you to gather some people for a nice little raid. Have them hit all the places that your friend can find around here, gather what intel they can, then burn it to the fucking ground. However, I need you for something different. I need you to watch my back because I’m about to do something really stupid. Remember Ghanaristan.”

I heard him chuckling on the other end. “Oh boy do I. Man, someone really pissed in your Cheerios. The Wolfpack is back in action.”

I sighed slightly remembering the old name they had so lovingly given us. “I owe you big time for this, Mike.”

“Dude, with as many times as you’ve saved MY ass, not to mention a hell of a lot of others this doesn’t even scratch the surface.”

“Thanks.” I hung up the phone and wondered what I was going to do with this new information that I had. I didn’t even realize what time it was as I heard my wife’s car pull into the garage. I quickly laid down and covered myself up in time to hear her come in and quietly knock on the door. I heard it creep open and had to use every ounce of my willpower not to leap out of bed. I heard the door close and I could have sworn I heard so soft sobbing as her footsteps echoed away from me and up the stairs. I tried to close my eyes and get some sleep but the visions I had witnessed kept playing over and over in my head.

The next morning I heard her get up, get ready for work, and head out the door, but not before knocking softly on the door again, peeking in, and blowing my a good bye kiss. My heart pounded in my ears as the anger, rage, and love I had for her battled each other endlessly. As I listened for her car to leave the garage I got up out of bed and got ready for the days tasks ahead of me.

I headed to the station and walked into the chiefs office, making sure no one had really seen me, and closing the door behind me. The look on his face was quizzical until I sat down and explained everything to him, showing him the texts that I had received, and was continuing to receive with new updates on information, names, dates, amounts, locations of places used for different activities. The hacker Mike was using was absolutely amazing and extremely thorough. I told the chief absolutely everything and that he would get all this information and be able to take all the credit but in exchange I needed him to turn a blind eye to an “unusual activity” that may happen that night until he received further information from me. He agreed, knowing my record and what was at stake, and we sealed the agreement with a hardy handshake. I quickly left the office, making sure no one had still seen me, and made my way back home to set up the rest of the plan and wait for the appropriate time. Which brings us to the present…

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that my wife had come out of the bedroom in her bathrobe, gotten herself some coffee, and was now joining me in the living room. She looked at the tv and as the news report repeated itself again she looked at me with a wide-eyed quizzical look. I simply looked at her with the same crooked smile on my face and nodded my head. She damn near spilled her coffee as she shivered with glee. She hurried put it down on the coffee table and straddled over me, loosening her robe and letting it spill to the ground exposing her lovely naked body and gorgeous breasts that I have loved, and play with, many times. I could feel my cock springing to attention, and so could she as she reach down and guided me into her already slick pussy, slowly riding up and down on my cock. As she finally got all of me inside her she gently took my coffee cup from me and reached back to place it on the table. Returning her gaze to me she started slowly grinding down against me, thrusting her tits into my face, and guiding my hands around to her ass. Her moans grew louder and louder as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy, squeezing it again and again. She grabbed my head and pulled it back, the look in her eyes was a wild one like nothing I had ever seen before. She threw her head back and cried out just as I felt a huge surge of liquid spray against me again and again as she harder then I have ever known her to making me cum just as hard inside her. She used her pussy and milked my cock again and again until it finally slid out of her. Sliding off of my lap to the floor she quickly took my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking until she had cleaned it with the greatest of attention. Then she stood up, her naked body on full display, grabbed her coffee cup and held it underneath her pussy. I watched as globs of my cum dripped into the cup until there was no more. Then she stirred it around and around, taking a huge swig of it and smiled devilishly at me. I damn near took her right then and there but I had to keep my composure. I patted the seat next to me and she quickly sat down in the designated spot.

I looked at her, her eyes filled with a mixture of love, shame, sadness, and fear. I took a deep breath before I began. “Now what you did still hurts me a lot,” I started, I could see her eyes starting to fill with tears again as the fear started to take over her expression, “but, I think that we can get past it. However, there will be some conditions that will be met.”

“Anything,” she said, almost spilling her coffee as she perked up, “absolutely anything at all.”

“I thought you might say that,” I replied, the cold hearted look returning to my eyes and the crooked smile returning to my face.

Chapter 5

Three months later…

I arrived home that evening, having transferred to the day shift after that fateful night, with the chiefs full blessing and insistence. The smell of my wife’s homemade chili filled the air and made my mouth water. I put down my things and walked into the kitchen where I watched, unnoticed as my wife swayed side to side listening to music while she was between cooking and washing dishes. I smiled as I watched her moving back and forth and could feel the mood starting to rush down to my cock. She was wearing a rather sheer maids costume that she had taken to wearing for me around the house along with some other rather provocative clothesline options, if anything at all. The black, sheer stockings went all the way up her thighs and were held in place by the garter belt she wore under the frilly, and very short skirt. She wiggled her naked ass and I could see the glimmer from the jewel that e created the top of the plug she wore in her ass, held in place by the chastity belt I had made her wear since that day, to which only I have the key. My hand instinctively reached up and rubbed the necklace around my neck where it sat. Watching her move back and forth made my smile even bigger, and my pants even tighter. She had really taken to being a stay-at-home wife a lot better then I thought she would but she had absolutely no problems quitting her job after that night. She didn’t even go in to hand in her resignation, she just called her boss and told her that she quit right after I told her I wanted her to stay home for a while.

She jumped when she turned around and saw me standing there, rushing over to me and practically knocking me down as she wrapped her arms around me in a huge hug, pressing her lips tightly against mine in a sweet embrace to welcome me home for the day. She pressed herself against me and I could tell that she noticed the growing bulge in my pants. She pulled away and her eyes got wide with excitement, her lower lip sucked partially into her mouth as she bit it, and her hands quickly went down to start unbuckling my pants. As she dropped down to her knees I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her back up, stopping her from her current actions, and bringing a worried look to her face. I simply looked at her with my crooked smile and held up my finger signaling her to wait.

“It’s been three months since that night,” I started, the worried look on her face deepening, “and I have come to a final conclusion about where we go from here.” I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes and the fear starting to creep in so I decided I need to speed things along a little. I took her hands in mine and dropped down to one knee. “I love you with all of my heart and I truly believe you love me with yours, so what I would like to do is renew our vows to each other and restart our life together.”

Her eyes got wide and tears began to stream down her cheeks. She almost knocked me over as she leaped into my arms, sheer joy plastered on her face. “Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” she exclaimed before peppering my face and lips with kisses.

I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it slightly making her gasp and moan at the same time. I slowly stood up and brought her up with me, bringing her face close to mine. “Now be a good girl and finish in here,” I said calmly, almost cold, “I’m going to change and we will discuss it over dinner.” I pulled her back and turned her around, letting go of her hair but giving her a hard smack on her ass that left a rather nice red mark. She gasped again as she looked over her shoulder with a devilish little grin, “Yes, Daddy,” she replied as she swayed her hips back and forth walking over to the stove, making sure to give me a nice view of her ass and the mark I had just left. I smiled at her before taking myself up to the room to change out of my uniform and into something more comfortable.

Two weeks later…

We had decided to renew our vows on our anniversary, seeing how it was kind of appropriate and then we wouldn’t have to change it. We stood on the beach in front of the arch with our family and friends gathered around us. The preacher droned on and we recited our vows to each other, pledging our undying and unwavering love to one another once again. As the preacher was about to say his final words I stopped him and reached into my pocket, pulling out a small box.

I looked at my wife, the puzzled look on her face was priceless, as I opened the box. “This is the key to my heart,” I said, revealing the contents to her, “and I want you to have it.” As she looked down she gasped as inside the box was the key to the chastity belt that she was still wearing. Her eyes filled with tears of joy as she took the box gently from my hands and then leapt into my arms, pressing her lips hard against mine in a kiss full of love and devotion. The preacher chuckled at this and said his final words, “I guess you may kiss the groom.” Everyone burst into laughter as we finally finished our kiss and walked back up the aisle. Cheering, hand clapping, hoots and wails, and the occasional back slapping were had all the way back up. We made love passionately that night, more passionately then we had our entire marriage. We also fucked like wild animals a few times but that was to be expected.

One week later…

I was finally back to work after taking some time off to renew our vows and take a small honeymoon that we hadn’t been able to do the first time we got married. I kept myself busy through most of the day as the time drew closer and closer for me to go home. Suddenly my phone buzzed and as I picked it up I saw that I had gotten a message from my wife.

‘Sorry, honey,’ it said, ‘but I lost the key you gave me.’

Anger started to well up inside me as the thought that she could have given it to someone else after I had trusted her with it. My phone buzzed again signifying another message.

‘Do you still have the spare house keys,’ it said.

Confusion started to creep into my mind as I tried to figure out what was going on. I pulled out my key ring, rage still beginning to brew and spread. As I looked at it I noticed something odd about it. Pushing some of the keys out of the way I noticed a key that had not been there before. It was the key I had given her. A smile began to creep across my face as the rage began to subside. I even heard myself give a little half-hearted chuckle at her little game.

My phone buzzed again signifying another message. I opened it up to reveal a snapshot picture she had taken of her wearing a rather sheer babydoll nightie…and the chastity belt with a simple message attached to it. ‘Now you have the key to MY heart and it’s right where it belongs…Daddy.’ My grin broadened as I stared at my phone and started to plan all the fun things I was going to do to her tonight. My pants started getting rather tight as I thought about it. Oh boy that girl was going to be in trouble tonight.
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