Son gives mother best present ever: 9 hard inches in 3 holes
It was nice spring day in Wyoming. I was sitting on the patio sipping the cappuccino and homemade banana nut bread that my naked, pregnant wife Emma had made that morning. She and I sat in the loveseat under a blanket as she sipped her hot chocolate. She rested her blonde-haired head on my shoulder as I put my arm around her ex-cheerleader body.
"Bobby, was there any girl in your life before you met us three girls? I mean like a serious relationship, like were you married before? Exclusive?"
There was a long pause.
"Well there was Missy. Melissa Elaine Archer. Missy and I first met when I was..." I recalled as I began to get misty-eyed.
Real men don't cry. Real men don't become cuckolds. Real men protect their families.
25 YEARS AGO: HILLSGLEN COLLEGE
Missy and I first met when I was visiting the college as a favor to an old Army buddy of mine who was teaching there. As an Army veteran and the co-owner of International Security Response Inc. (ISR), my friend wanted me to present the military and civilian challenges of international security to his students. ISR was and still is an international security firm that provides security for businesses, celebrities, and governments. We have our headquarters in Texas. Our 22 employee company is made up of military and law enforcement veterans. We have automatic weapons, bomb-proof cars, IT specialists, a jet, and so on. We only accept cash payments. Basically, we are mercenaries, soldiers of fortune.
One of his students was Missy, a 20-year old junior, who wanted to interview me as part of a project for his class and to have my story included into the Veterans History Project Yearbook. She was beautiful. My brunette-haired goddess stood about 5'5" tall, had C-cup breasts, and she had this athletic body that got her a tennis team scholarship.
During the interview, she asked me a series of interview questions starting from my parents to what I was doing today. I immediately felt at ease with her and liked her a lot. At the end of the interview, she acted a little nervous when she asked the last few questions.
"So are you...umm...married? Do you have kids?" she asked while looking down at her notepad.
We seemed to have some chemistry between us, and I could sense what she trying to do.
"No, I am not married. Over the years, I had a couple of close relationships that didn't pan out. Someday, I do hope to meet a sweet, cute, smart girl with brunette hair and plays college sports. Also, I hope that girl likes an older guy and wants to marry him and have kids," I said with a smile. She stared at me and smiled.
"I might know someone like her. She's available too," she coyly said.
I was 33-years old at the time, but that didn't keep me from asking her out to supper, and she quickly accepted the offer. I guess we could feel that mutual attraction. We were both athletes with her in tennis and I used to play football and basketball. We were both college orientated.
We went on a few dates until I had to lead a security team into Iraq to protect a State Department negotiation team.
Well, Missy and I kept in touch. After the mission, I went on vacation for a few months. I rented an apartment next to the college. After a month of dating, I asked her to move in with me, and so I had a roommate. She gave me her mouth and ass, but refused to give me her virgin pussy, saying that she was saving that for her wedding night. Our love grew, and we knew it was eternal.
She graduated a semester early with a Bachelor of Education degree, and after the ceremony, I got on one knee and proposed. Her parents were not happy due to my age, but her brother and sister were happy for us. I had already bought us a house near ISR headquarters and couldn't wait for her to move in after the honeymoon.
We got married in the same church her parents had married in before. On our honeymoon in Hawaii, I took the cherry that she had saved for me. Missy insisted on supper first followed by me de-virginizing her. She wore this yellow floral summer dress that was mid-thigh and low neckline. She has a a white flower in her hair and had 4" white sandals with stiletto heels. We went to dinner at some expensive Luau. The food and entertainment was fantastic. Later we danced, and as we did, I noticed many of the men staring at her.
An hour later, I had to go to the restroom. when I got back, she was being hit on by this young guy who looked like one of them actors. I approached her from behind her. The guy knew she was married, yet he had the audacity to try to sweet-talk her into leaving with him.
"Look jerk, I'm married and very happily so. My husband and I keep each other loved and happy. You're garbage compared to him. Now get lost before he comes back and kicks your ass," my lovely young wife said as she waved her wedding rings at the trouble-maker.
I grabbed her from behind by putting my arms around her waist, and I kissed her neck. Then I smiled at the jerk. He waved me off and walked away.
When we got back to our room, I sat down and told Missy to strip naked slowly. She unzipped her dress and slid it down her athletic legs. Then she removed her bra and heels. Then her panties came off and threw them at me. She knelt down in front of me and pulled out my cock. She started giving me a blowjob that while it wasn't the best I ever had, I liked it the most since it came from her.
After several minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. My cock was a steel rod. I carried her to the bedroom and laid her on it. I pulled of my clothes in like ten seconds as she opened her legs and played with her nipples. I went between her legs and put my manhood to her virgin lips. We stared at each other as I slowly went in and stopped when I felt her virgin barrier. I pulled back and rammed in hard and fast. She yelped in pain as I fully penetrated her in one power stroke which made me feel bad for a moment.
"It's...It's okay. Let's keep going," Missy said in pain.
I pulled her feet up by her head and pounded her with long strokes that caused her to moan in pain as I partially entered her cervix. She wasn't getting any pleasure, and I didn't want her wedding night to be crap memory So I changed my angle so that I was rubbing her G-Spot while my right thumb rubbed her clit. Her moans of pain turned to that of lust, She thrusted back at me, and now we fucked in sync. The fuck frenzy went on for a long time, then I roared and shot my baby-makers deep into her womb.
She was already cumming, shouting "Yesss, Yessss, Harder Bobby!"
We laid there in a warm afterglow, her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. We didn't know that was when we conceived our first child Bobby Jr. I had never thought about marriage and having kids, but now it seemed so right and important. For the rest of the trip, we had constant sex in different positions. We spent a lot of time fucking and asking for room service.
Our lives continued on like most married couples. Sure we had an occasional fight, but we never went to bed angry with each other. Missy got a teaching job with the local school district. She really striped as a teacher and totally enjoyed it.
After she became pregnant with our first baby named Grace, she did start asking me to cut back or even stop going on missions. At the time, I wasn't aware how strongly she felt about me doing dangerous dark ops missions. I wasn't empathetic enough at the time, and that would cause me massive grief later.
THE PRESENT: WYOMING
"Wow Bobby, she sounds like she was your one true love. I also noticed that you were 12 years younger than her. You like those hot young girls, huh?" she laughed, and I laughed back. Then I got serious.
"Yes, she was the love of my life. No girl I had ever met up to that point in my life matched up to her. Happiness can never be a constant feeling, because what happened next almost destroyed Missy and me," I said sadly.
Emma sat up and stared at me.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Did she die?"
"No, that I could have accepted since I was a soldier and mercenary. What did happen kills a person from the inside. This painful event occurred about 20 years ago. We had been married for five years. I was 38 and she was 25. We had two cute kids: Bobby Jr. and Grace plus another on the way," I said slowly as my memory slipped back in time.
20 YEARS AGO: TEXAS
The music from the living room masked my movement up the stairs to where my master bedroom was on the second floor. I was dressed in black tactical gear carrying my Mossberg 12 Gauge Shotgun in my hands, and my modified M1911A1 45 caliber pistol was in a shoulder holster. Both had silencers made by our superb gunsmith. My Bowie Knife hung on my left hip. A body-cam was mounted over my bullet-proof vest.
The surveillance had provided proof that my dear wife had been cheating on me. When I saw and heard the evidence compiled by my team, I was devastated by it. My hopes and dreams of a permanent married life with Missy were gone.
What happened? I did everything I could to make her happy. I thought we had it all: Love, Marriage, Kids, Home, Money, and everything else. My merc work was still going well. I had only come back wounded once while we were together, and that was a tiny shrapnel wound in the upper arm and a minor concussion from a grenade blast from an escort ops in Irag. Fortunately, there had been a desk that absorbed most of the blast. I was mostly healed up by the time I got home.
Kevin Matthews, our tech surveillance sergeant, was doing his usual outstanding job of monitoring our unit members and their family members when outside their homes. We do that for safety reasons as our black security ops makes as many enemies as friends. There is always a possibility that our enemies might get revenge by striking at our families. I was on a month-long mission when all this cheating took place.
What Kevin found suspicious was that my wife Missy had always followed a regular schedule. Leave work at 3:15, pick up the kids, go home, and cook. Recently she had begun to stay until 4:30 to 5:00 P.M. on almost everyday school day. Her cell phone tracker also revealed that after school she was in her classroom and the principal's office.
Another clue was her cell phone call log. She only talked on her cell phone to the other wives. Suddenly, she was now talking to her boss Chad Wienerman in the evenings and even during lunch.
These two anomalies made Kevin decide to order increased surveillance. It was standard policy that if a spouse might be cheating to order it. After all, Trans-Global Security had a lot of secrets and couldn't afford to be compromised by a straying spouse talking too much to some terrorist or competitor or whomever.
For example, "Oh yeah, my husband will be leaving out of town for a few weeks. I overheard him on the phone saying something about Nigeria. It sounded big, so most of the guys will be gone and he told someone to pack the heavy stuff on the plane."
Kevin showed me the fruits of his surveillance. My wife naked and giving her principal blowjobs. He ate her pussy. The two of them naked and making out on his office sofa or on a desk in her classroom. He sometimes even tied her up, spanked her, and got a blowjob or a a titty-fuck.
The last video came from the spy-cams Kevin had hidden in Shit-bird Chad's office. Missy came into his office and locked the door. Then she began to get naked until she was down to her pantyhose. My slut-wife hooked thumbs into the dark grey sheer nylons and slowly pushed it down. Then she put the leg covering in her mouth and crawled on her hands and knees to his chair. He took the nylons from her mouth and used one leg to tie her hands behind back while the other was wrapped around her neck like a choke collar.
"Well Missy, don't you have something to beg for?" he said with a chuckle.
"Please Mr. Wienerman, may I suck your wonderful cock? I love it and need it, please sir!" my wife said in a mediocre imitation of a slut making a porn movie. Wonderful? The bastard had small cock.
"Oh well, since you begged so nicely, you make suck my cock. Do remember to swallow though, you MILF slut!"
Then my soon to be ex-wife sucked on him. It wasn't a very good effort. He had to jerk on the nylons around her neck to get her to deep throat him. when she started to choke, he pulled on the nylon leg so she couldn't back off. Then he came down her throat. When they were done, she thanked him for giving her his rich man juice.
"I'm sorry, sir. Maybe the two of you can get counseling or something," Kevin said sadly.
"Not possible, Kevin. She betrayed me, and now there's the burning. Damn good luck, I had her sign that pre-nuptial that gives me most of our assets and custody of the kids. The skank never read the damn thing when she signed it. Still, I am as much a fool as she is since I married the back-stabbing whore," I said angrily.
As for that piece of shit Chad, he had to either be suicidal or had a death wish. Two years ago, I went with my wife to her school's Christmas party. Missy introduced me to her principal Chad. During the party conversation, Chad asked me what I did for a living. I told him that I co-owned a security business and was an Army veteran. Maybe he was thinking I was a rent-a-cop.
The conversation turned to adultery. I expressed my opinion that a man that had a cheating wife had the right to kill his wife and her lover as a matter of honor and of morals. Needless to say, the liberal educators immediately took a dislike to me. It got even worse when I told them I voted for Bush.
I moved to the doorway and was disgusted by the sight of my wife's Principal Chad Wienerman naked and jacking off on my king-size bed. This bastard was certainly living up to the rumors as I saw a bag of bondage toys lying next to him.
The fat shit was 5'7" and weighed maybe 240. His 46-year old body had a partially bald head and a doughnut ring around the waist. I could hear my wife singing in the shower. The shower was going as I turned the lights off and on. Chad looked up in shock when he realized that he wasn't alone.
"Hello Chad. I see that you chose to disregard my warning about cheating when you started up with my wife. Do you remember what I promised to do to you if you ignored the warning?"
Chad's eyes got real big and his hands quickly covered his crotch. He began crying like a little kid. My bed-sheets began to turn yellow as he pissed on my bed. Doesn't matter. I was planning on dumping the bed anyways along with a couple of other things.
"Please, don't kill me Bobby! I beg you! I'm not fucking your wife. Please believe me! I-I have money. You can have my Corvette. Just don't kill me, please?"
"Look peanut-dick, I have wealth that goes seven figures so give it a rest. Now we three are going to have a conversation about past and current events, wedding vows, and punishment as soon as my slut wife gets out of the shower. Oh, she's done. Good."
Melissa entered the room drying her sexy body and with a towel wrapped around her hair. I felt a stirring at my beautiful, 25-year old wife and mother of our son Bob Jr. I felt sadness overwhelm me. The bitch cheated on me. Why?
She saw Chad first and yelled at him.
"Chad, you pervert! What the hell are you doing here? And why are you kneeling on the floor? Are you jacking off on my bed?...Oh my gosh! Bobby! Hon...honey, why the guns?" My dear wife's voice went from anger to shock to fear in five seconds.
"Hey honey-slut!" Missy winced at the greeting.
"Bobby, please don't do anything rash, okay? This isn't what it looks like. I love you so..." Missy said in a fearful voice.
"Missy, you are an intelligent young woman. You disappoint me with such cliches that could only come from a lying, cheating, slut, whore. Now I want you to drop the towels and kneel beside your lover. On his left side, like during a wedding. You know bride on the left, groom on the right."
Missy refused to move. She looked at me knowing that kneeling was the last movement before death. Her face was a collage of fear, shock, defiance, and anger. She never tolerated insults well. 'Oh well, if the shoe fits, then wear it' my grandpa used to say to me.
"Missy-Slut, if you don't do as I tell you, I'll kill you where you stand. If you obey me, then you get to live about ten more minutes. You choose."
My soon-to-be departed wife knelt on the bed, left of her lover.
"Thanks honey-whore. Now, I am going to ask a few questions, and also give you both a chance to plead your cases. If you don't tell me the truth, then my Bowie Knife will start cutting you," I said softly as I sat down in front of them.
"Chad, you first. How long you been cheating on your wife Paige and with my wife? Why did you do it?"
"Uhm, about since last Spring semester. Maybe eight months ago. When I took over as principal last year, I saw her and wanted her so badly. My wife is frigid, and we hate each other. We only stay together because we still have one child in high school. Missy, she was so fun, sweet, kind, intelligent, talented, funny, and loving. I wanted her to be mine. I did everything I could to interact with her. I worked with her so she could get her administrator's credential, and later she could be one of my assistant principals someday."
Chad was out of breath. Then a look of hatred came my way.
"You! How the hell did a caveman like you get a fine young woman like her to be with you? You're a nobody. My family goes back 200 years. I have a P.H.D. and you're a dumb, lowlife rent-a-cop at the mall. A violent right-winger S.O.B. who guzzles beers and loves guns and has killed innocent people."
My chuckle got him more steamed.
"Fuck you Bobby. You're such a cowardly bully. If I had a gun too, I'd kill you." he sneered.
I pulled my back-up pistol out and tossed it over to him.
"Well here's your chance to kill. That pistol is loaded and the safety is off. You grab it while I try to get my 45 out of my holster. You pull it off, I die. We go on three."
Chad moved his left hand towards the Ruger 380 pistol, but then stopped. A look of indecision came across his face. Then he withdrew his hand.
"You're still a jerk moron, Bobby," he growled.
"Oh yeah? And you're still a pile of dog-shit. Okay Romeo, calm down. For your information, I have a Master's degree, two Bachelor degrees, and completed the Army's Command and Staff College. I also have received an Economics Fellowship. I have an 162 I.Q. Yes I am a caveman with Varsity Letters in Football, Basketball, and Track. My family can be traced back to the Crusades. Yes I've killed over a hundred, but they all deserved what they got. So quiet down and let's move on," I growled as I pointed my shotgun at his chest. Chad screamed again begging me not to kill him.
"So dickhead, what exactly did you do with her that was sexual?"
"I-I saw her, and she was so beautiful. I just had to have her. So, I began meeting with her as much as I could in the hallways, her classroom, and in the office. Then, I met her for lunch in the faculty cafeteria. I wanted her to get used to me. As time went by, I began to touch her a little more at a time. Shaking hands. Touching her hand during lunch. Then it graduated to side hugs, then front hugs. Then one day, I took a chance. After a big hug, I left hand slid against her left butt cheek, and she didn't say anything. I continued doing that more and still no protests or warnings. Now, I knew she wanted me.""You bastard! That's not true. I hated you touching me, but you...I didn't know what to do since you were my boss," Missy yelled out angrily.
"Now, now dearest. Let your boyfriend finish," I said smoothly.
"He's not my boyfriend," Missy muttered.
"When Missy came into my office one day and said she wanted to pursue a career as a high school administrator, I was ecstatic. I immediately volunteered to become her mentor and gave her a few of my responsibilities to do with a $500 stipend monthly. I also said that I would get her a job at my school when she finished the program. Just as I predicted she went crazy happy. She hugged me tightly. When she pulled back, I hugged her back to me and kissed her. She was so stunned that I was able to slip her some tongue. Then she tried to get loose, but my hands squeezed her ass-cheeks and the fight went out of her. Hey man, she liked it."
Missy began to cry. She was sitting on her legs, and then she put her hands to her face and bent forward so her face was between her knees. She was whispering 'No' over and over.
"I unfastened her skirt and she started to resist again. So I kissed her neck and ears, then gave her a hickey on her left shoulder. I'm surprised that you didn't notice that. Ha Ha! I guess I got that one by. I pushed her skirt down along with her panties. She tried to run, but tripped on her panties that were around her ankles. I figured she was playing hard to get, maybe she was into the rough stuff. She was crawling away, so I grabbed her ankles and pulled off her sexy 3" strappy sandals and the panties. I stuck her panties into my pocket. By the way, she has really nice ass and her pussy-lips are so pink and full. Heck, she even a little wet down there. What a slut, right?"
Then Chad noticed the calm look on my face had been replaced by a grim, dark look. He began to tremble and his fear was so great I thought he was going to die on me.
"But..but..that was it! She got away. Uhh, she put her skirt back on...uhh...and she ran off. There was no sex. We didn't do nothing."
Missy sat up alarmed, "Chad, you idiot! Stop lying. He'll cut you!"
My knife came out as I swiftly charged the Chad the Weasel. The knife slashed, and a third of his left ear flew off. He screamed and his hands went to the bloody ear. Missy grabbed a towel and put it to his ear.
"Please stop it Bobby! This isn't you. You said your kills were quick and painless. You are torturing him!"
"So you're taking his side, is that it?"
"No dammit! I love you and only you. I don't want this to go on anymore. Let him go and we can talk."
"Yeah, you love me, but make out with him!" She chose to remain silent.
"So you one-eared scumbag, what happened next?" He was so pathetic crying like a little baby.
"I-I told her that if she gave me a blowjob, then she would get that vice-principal job. Nobody would need to know. I told her I had her panties, and that you would never suspect her of being a cheater unless he did a panties inventory. I sat down back in my chair. I told her that if she wanted the promotion she had to crawl over to me, or get out. She slowly got up and crawled to me on her hands and knees. Then she opened my pants and sucked my dick. It was a lousy blowjob. I was surprised that she swallowed. You wife is quite a whore."
I gave Missy a furious stare, and she ran to the bathroom, locking it. The bitch almost never swallowed for me.
"Was there any other sexual interactions?"
"At first, we got together after school in her classroom or my office almost everyday. I told her I wanted her naked and wanted her to do a slow striptease which she did. After that, it was blowjob time. It wasn't enough for me. I had to have it all. So I told her that I wanted to fuck her pussy and ass. The damn ungrateful bitch said no and that . That she didn't want anything to do with me, and that the affair was over. Missy yelled at me saying I could take the mentor-ship and the promotion and shove it up my ass. She also said that she would tell my wife and you, that she I was having an affair with me. I tired to grab her and kiss her so as to overwhelm her again, but she slapped me twice and told me to get out. So I left."
Then the shit-head paused and stared at the ceiling. This guy was fucking weird.
"I thought that she was playing hard to get. She wanted me to pursue her with more force, just like that first day in my office. That night I talked to her on her cell phone and as her if she wanted more dominance play from me. Not only did she say yes, but she also wanted me to do some bondage and S&M stuff like she had seen on the internet. Missy told me that you would be out of town this weekend on a job, so that Saturday I put my bondage gear into a bag and came here. She was getting ready for our session so I decided to ...you know...get my penis ready hard. Then you showed up."
"Is that it, Chad?"
"Yeah, that's it. So are we cool now? Can I go?"
"Yes, we are quite done Principal Wienerrman. Thank you for pointing out what a slut my wife is. None of this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been a submissive slut. I would like to show you my appreciation for what you have done for me and Missy. Here take my Bowie knife and keep the towel for you ear as gifts. My guys are going to take you you and drop you off ten blocks from your condo. You can walk home. You could also take in a college keg party at the frat house along the way. There is a former student of yours, a blonde, who said that she has a crush on you and would like to talk to you soon. Could be fun!"
"Thanks! Hey, you know I'm jealous of you. That MILF wife of yours is one sexy, twisted babe. Hey, maybe we two can get together and do a Missy sandwich sometime," the asshole said, and he winked at me. The poor deluded fool didn't realize his life was about to take a turn for the worst.
I talked into my headset's microphone, "Execute Delta November 2. Expedite."
Two of my men came in and began executing DN2. One laid out and unzipped a body bag. The other man punched Chad on the side of the head, knocking him out. Chad was stuck into a body bag and hauled away. Minutes later, a new mattress replaced the pissy, bloody old one.
"Was there anything else, sir?" Sergeant Ramirez asked.
"No, that will be it for now. Thank you Sergeant."
Using my command voice I yelled, "Get your skanky ass out here now, Missy-Slut"
The bathroom door opened and my naked young wife stood there with tears running down her cheeks. She looked bad. Then she ran to me, sat herself on the floor, and grabbed my legs. We didn't say anything for about five minutes. I was angry, disappointed, sad, betrayed, and uncertain. My wife cheated on me! Could I really do what needed to be done?
"Why Missy? And with a douche-bag like Chad? Do you really want to leave me? Did I mistreat you? Did I not love you enough? Did I not give you want you wanted? WHY DAMMIT?" I asked in a fury.
"No, that wasn't it! It wasn't your fault! I love you. You love me! But it was for you! For us!" she sobbed. Now she was shaking and crying like I had never seen her before.
"I'm sorry, Missy. I don't understand what you're saying to me. You cheated for me? Never heard that one before," I said sarcastically.
"Your last mission. That's why I did it."
"Wait a minute! You cheated on me when I was on that last mission? Wow, you really are a bigger cheating slut than I thought so far!"
"NO! When you came back...It was horrible!"
"What are you babbling about? That Iraq mission was successful. The clients weren't hurt and completed their business. Our cut of the payment worked out to $80,000. We killed four terrorists and didn't lose anyone."
"You were wounded! When the plane got back, you were in a stretcher. You had to see that neurologist, and also they had to take that shrapnel out of you."
"Huh? But that was two months ago. I'm fine. It's okay now!" I said with a small smile.
"No, it's not okay. You almost died. You said it yourself that if that desk hadn't been between you and that grenade, you might have been dead," she yelled.
I took in a deep breath and slowly released it. This wasn't making any sense. I wanted to confront her about her cheating, and instead we were talking about some mission from months ago.
"Missy, I know you're upset about that mission, but I demand that we talk about what you did with that little piece of shit Chad," I growled. I was stunned when she slapped me. What the heck was that about?
"Don't you get it? You brag about your 164 I.Q. yet you don't get it? I had affair with Chad because of that mission. I...we...me and our kids almost lost you. I kept talking to you to give up this insane mercenary work, but you just laughed it off as no big deal. You told me that the money was too good to pass up, and there were bills to pay, plus we needed money for the future for the kids college funds and when we retired. So, I didn't have a choice. If I could make more money, you would quit being a soldier of fortune."
Missy was starting to get hysterical.
"So I went to Chad, and I-I...offered...gave myself to him if he would guarantee I would get the assistant principal's job. I was so disgusted with myself, but what else could I do? Chad wanted to use all three of my holes, but I refused him. I was already six weeks pregnant with our third baby, but I still didn't want his nasty sperm in my vagina and my ass. So I told him he could use my mouth and feel...touch my body. But that was it! He insisted that I had to swallow. I had to...service...him six times. But it wasn't enough. He filmed some of our meetings and threated to show them to you if I didn't have sex with him. That's why he was here. I didn't let him. He must have somehow made a house key from mine. Things got out of control. Oh I am so ashamed and sorry...so very sorry this happened. I can't live with myself. Please just kill me please. I'm a worthless whore. I'm not fit to be a wife and mother anymore."
My young wife was now crying and wailing hysterically.
"Wow, you cheated for a promotion. What a whore! Does this dip-shit know what I really do for a living?" I said in amazement at Chad's foolishness.
"No. I kept our secret. He thinks you're a security guard at the mall," she cried out.
I leaned back in the chair and now believed everything she said. I thought about it further. I went on one mission after another. I don't think I was home for more than a few days at a time. She had been trying to tell me her thoughts and feelings, but I ignored it in my pursuit of money. I also realized that I had never fully recovered from that last mission. PTSD? Maybe.
One thing for sure was that there was blame to go around including Missy and me. However, the bottom line was that Chad was the main cause. Instead of being a professional mentor, he blackmailed my wife into violating her marriage vows. He needed to pay for what he did to us.
I keyed my mike, "Red Team. Execute Plan Bravo."
"Red 6, Acknowledging Plan Bravo, Roger Over."
Missy did a bad thing for a good reason. My love for her actually increased for her since she was willing to do almost anything to keep me safe and the family intact.
I pulled Missy onto my lap and held her in my arms as I comforted her. Slowly, her sobbing began to fade. I kissed her on her ears, neck, and lips. She responded and kissed me back. My love for my wife could never end. She was mine, and I was hers. Forever.
I broke the kiss and said with regret,
"Missy I love you so much. But you broke the code. You might have had a good reason, but you still cheated on me. You could have asked for intervention like marriage counseling. You will have to be punished even though you did it for our family."
"I understand. Please punish me for being a fool who damaged your trust in me,' she said with no hint of reservation.
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Four hours later, Missy and I were watching the late night news on television. She was on the sofa beside me. Her naked body was in a tight hogtie with a red ball-gag in her mouth. Her beautiful face showed stress and pain. There were red welts from the switch on her breasts, pussy, arms, back, and legs, but not her face or belly.
"Our top story tonight is nearly fatal attack by a crazed man at a fraternity party at the local university. Eyewitnesses reported that a naked middle-aged man armed with a big knife ran down the street shouting that men dressed in black were trying to kill him. Here is a video one of the party attendees shot with his cell phone. The man entered the party, grabbed a sorority girl, and attempted to take her by force from the party. The fraternity members intervened, disarmed the man, and proceeded to beat the man up. The police were called and arrested the man for public indecency, assault with a deadly weapon, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest, and kidnapping. The suspect was identified as Chad Loreno, the principal of the local high school. A police sergeant said the suspect appeared to be drunk and on drugs. Wienerman is currently in the hospital where he is being treated for broken bones, a concussion, a cut ear, and groin injury. A school district spokesman said that Wienerman had been put on unpaid administrative leave. In other news..."
"Wow. Your boss knows how to make an entrance at a party. That girl he tried to take looks a lot like you, dear. Wow, what a coincidence. I wonder if she was planted there before hand," I said with a laugh.
I grabbed the switch off the coffee table and stood up. She looked up at me with resignation.
"Missy dear, do you know what bastinado is?" I asked gently as I held it to her face.
"Nuhh surrr," she said.
"The switch hit the bottom of her feet. She screamed in pain.
"That's bastinado. Four more to go. Should I continue, dear?" I said sweetly.
She stared at me with determination and nodded yes. She knew she had to pay for her sins if she wanted to save our marriage.
It took her a couple of days in bed to recover. Our company doctor prescribed pain-killers and a sedative. I took a one month vacation. I cared for her and our kids with love. After a week, we went on vacation in our RV. The time we spent enabled us to reconnect as a couple. When we got back, we went to marriage counseling. That helped us heal as a couple.
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THE PRESENT: WYOMING
"So that was the worst moment in our marriage, and it also the best since it strengthened it also. I found a new commitment to my wife and kids. I stopped going on missions and acted as the mission coordinator from our Texas headquarters. I told Missy to quit her job, and she was happy to become a full-time housewife. We had four kids, all adults now with two married with kids of their own and the other two are in college. Things were good for over 20 years."
I paused due to the flood of emotions overcame for a moment.
"Then about five years, we got devastating news. Missy was having increasing health problems. I took her for full tests and found out she was dying with only a few months to live. I spent every minute I could with her. Then it was over. If it weren't for my kids and Wild Bill and his family I never would continued to live. Missy and I promised each other that when we retired, we would tour around to all 50 States. Since her death, I was on the road in the RV touring across America and even into Canada. Sometimes I would stay at my Texas and Wyoming ranches. I would do the odd special job for gas money even though I didn't need it. Then one day, I stopped at this cheerleader car-wash, and that was the start of a new me."
"Well, I'm glad you did stop by. I never would have met and married you and gotten pregnant. Look Bobby, I know I will never be Missy, but I promise you I will never stop loving you and caring for you. I want to have your babies and even though we have such a large age gap, we will also have eternal love. I promise you," Emma said with deep affection. We kissed long and tenderly.
Our romantic moment was interrupted by Bree, "Someone get me a fire hose to use on these two. Get up, lunch is ready! Sophia made tacos and enchiladas."
We held hands as we went in.
"Where is Missy buried?" she asked quietly.
"At my Texas ranch."
"Well, I think that a few months after the babies are born, we need to see your Texas ranch. Maybe spend the winter there."
I squeezed her hand and smiled, "Sounds like a plan, honey."
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