The Wedding Conception
My story happened almost three years ago this
month. My name is Lisa and my husband's name is Bob.
I'm considered to be attractive and have always taken
good care of myself. I'm proud to say my husband's
friends have always told him they were envious of him
to have me. Most men find my pretty face attractive,
but my large breasts (34d), flat stomach, and especial-
ly my firm bottom and muscular thighs get the most
attention, although I have to admit I've never really
dressed to show them off. I'm not really old fashion
but I guess I've always dressed kind of a conservative-
ly being a southern girl.
We dated through most of our college years and
married soon after graduation. I remained a virgin
until our wedding night, which was something my husband
had insisted on considering his old-fashion southern up
bringing.
He is a successful businessman so it hasn't
really been necessary for me to work. Even so, I
continued working part-time at one of his businesses
for a few years until we decided it was time to start
our family. We are also Catholic so we used the rhythm
method of birth control until then so I've never been
on the pill. After trying for two years with no results
we decided it was time to seek some professional help.
I became an expert at determining my most fer-
tile time to conceive and my husband would always rush
home to accommodate me. Unfortunately, no luck. We
went through all of the tests that are given to couples
in our situation and learned I was ok, but my husband's
sperm count was a little low.
We chose to ignore the professionals that sug-
gested we adopt or consider artificial insemination.
The latter my husband said he could never do, consider-
ing his old fashioned values and male pride. Knowing
the amount of time it takes and the problems involved
with adoption it left both of us very depressed. So
we just kept trying.
Eventually though we found a doctor that had
very good success with others couples we knew. After
the examinations he said that there was nothing really
wrong with either of us and our chances were good if
we just changed our approach. He said we were just
trying too hard, a mistake many couples make in our
situation. He suggested we should abstain from sex
for about six weeks to let my husbands sperm count
build up in combination with putting me on a strong
fertility drug. Then at the most fertile time of my
cycle we should try again.
I had to admit it did make sense. We checked
the calendar and in six weeks a wedding reception was
coming up that we were both looking forward to attend-
ing. It would be perfect for a much needed night
together. A friend of Bob's from college was getting
married and we both looked forward to the very much
needed night out together. We marked it on the
calendar as our "date night".
My husband is a shrewd businessman and one of
his former friends and business rivals would also be
at the wedding, his name was Steve. They had been good
friends, but were very competitive and were always
trying to get the best of each other. It seemed like
each of them always had something the other wanted,
and they both were equally successful in life. Finally,
they had a big falling out a few years ago.
Bob hoped to use the wedding as an opportunity
to smooth things over as he admitted he took advantage
of their relationship.
Although I had only met him a couple of times I
did know that his relationship with Bob had cooled and
just recently they began to speak again. But anyway,
that wasn't my concern, at least so I thought.
Bob had been working long hours almost every
night leaving us both rather frustrated, and without
any sex, it was a long six weeks. Since the night of
the reception would be my most fertile time I planned
to make the most of it by buying a new outfit much
different than I normally wear to surprise Bob.
He likes to show me off to all of his old
friends so I knew he would approve of my new look.
He's always trying to get me to dress sexier. It was
a very short aqua colored dress that was made of a
nylon spandex like material that gave it a kind of
shiny metallic look as it tightly hugged my curves.
It showed a lot of cleavage and was very low in the
back with a zipper.
To match I bought a pair of shiny aqua panties
of the same material that matched perfectly and decided
not to wear any kind of a bra, something I've never
done before even though I knew my nipples would probab-
ly show through the dress if I got cold.
When the night arrived I began to get ready
early since the reception was almost an hour drive
away. I had taken my temperature earlier and was happy
to learn I was ovulating right on schedule. Perfect.
To celebrate I even made myself a little drink,
something I never do, to help me relax as I've never
dressed in public this way.
When Bob didn't get home I began to worry. I
made myself another drink, put on my new dress, and
stood in front of the mirror. Wow! It didn't even look
like me. Even though the dress was supposed to look
classy it was so tight it appeared to be painted on my
body.
I knew that I looked hot and couldn't wait to
see Bob's reaction. I was already feeling a tingling
sensation in my panties just from the way it made me
feel to wear this almost "slutty" outfit. He probably
wouldn't even want to go to the reception I thought,
and smiled to myself.
Then the phone rang. It was him and he said they
were having some serious problems at work with a new
computer system and he didn't think he could get away.
By the sound of his voice I knew he felt terrible. He
then told me he was really sorry and maybe I should
just go on by myself.
You can imagine my disappointment, but I under-
stood and offered to just wait for him to get home. He
told me he would be late and I might as well go without
him and have a good time. No reason to ruin both our
nights. Besides we could still salvage our "date night"
when we both got home.
Normally, I probably wouldn't have, but con-
sidering the drinks I'd had and not looking forward to
another long evening alone waiting, I agreed to go
without him.
I was a little concerned about not knowing many
people, but Bob convinced me that Steve would also be
there and would take care of me and introduce me to the
other guests. He even asked me to try to smooth things
over a little for him and invite Steve to join us for
dinner next week.
I didn't really know Steve very well but I did
remember him as being about 6'4' and built like any
women's dream. He was such a ladies man I figured he
must be married by now and figured I could just sit
with him and his wife for company.
I considered changing my outfit, but since it
was getting late and I didn't know many people anyway,
I decided to go the way I was. As I pulled out of the
driveway I looked down in my lap to see the hem of my
tight dress riding up, showing the crotch of my panties
and thought I'd have to be careful the way I sit to-
night. I laughed and wondered if Bob would have urged
me to go if he knew what I was wearing.
When I got to the reception I felt a little un-
comfortable since I didn't recognize anyone and was
getting some rather long looks from the other guests
because of the way I was dressed. Then I saw him.
Steve was even more of a hunk than I remembered.
I could tell he was also impressed with the way I
looked. His expression told me that he thought I was
the hottest looking woman in the place. He smiled,
walked up, and kissed me hello asking where Bob was
tonight.
I explained the situation to him which didn't
seem to disappoint him all that much and with a curious
gleam in his eyes he asked me if I wanted to talk and
maybe have a drink with him.
As we walked to a table he told me he was alone
too, loved to dance, and would be honored to be my
partner for the night. Since I really didn't know any-
one else and he was acting like such a gentlemen, I
said that I thought that would be nice. Besides Bob
had asked me to try to help smooth things over, since
my husband isn't much of a dancer anyway I figured it
might be fun.
We chatted quite a bit -- about Bob and I -- and
also talked of Steve's recent divorce, and he mentioned
how lucky we were. I told him life wasn't always per-
fect and mentioned our fertility problems as an
example.
We laughed about our broken plans for tonight
and I told him I probably would leave the reception
early to salvage at least some of our "date night"
since it had been a very long six weeks.
He said he also thought he and Bob should get
together again and that he had no hard feelings about
the past. I knew this would make Bob happy.
After that we seemed to dance every dance, only
stopping to have another round of drinks or take a
breather while we talked.
The hours flew by and I found him to be very
charming, although I found I did have to watch him on
the slow dances a little because he touched me a little
too close for my comfort.
Later as the night went on I began to relax and
found myself enjoying him being so close to me. I
started to look forward to each slow dance. It felt
good to be held so close as we swayed with the rhythm
of the music.
One problem though was his muscular body was
rubbing against my dress and was stimulating my nipples
as we danced, causing a renewed tingling sensation
somewhere were there shouldn't be. I just hadn't ex-
pected this sensitivity since I never usually go
bra-less.
My breasts have always been very sensitive, and
my husband knows it's the quickest way to get me hot.
Several times as we sat and talked I knew he
must have accidentally gotten a view of my sexy match-
ing panties as the shiny material tightly covered my
mound. I was embarrassed and worried that he could see
how wet I was getting.
My god, I was getting turned on dancing with
this man. I wasn't the only one who noticed. I looked
up and saw Steve staring down at the shiny material
covering my nipples and realized that they were erect
and sticking through like bullets.
I could feel the blood rush through my face as
I blushed.
Several times during the evening I had to excuse
myself to go to the restroom. I was really surprised
at myself for reacting this way because I've never
considered being with anyone other than my husband. I
brushed it off as just the side affect of the hormones
in the fertility pills and after all, it had been a
long six weeks.
The drinks were also making me more uninhibited.
When we danced again he reached around me and began to
caress my ass as we swayed together. I didn't resist,
I could tell he enjoyed the feeling of my dress moving
against the shiny panties covering my bottom, because
I could feel his growing erection begin to press
against my front.
I couldn't tell how big he was but thought that
it was be much bigger than my husband. I wondered to
myself as we swayed against each other, what a big cock
might feel like -- and began rubbing myself against it,
until to my disappointment, the dance ended.
This snapped me out of it, and I quickly real-
ized I was starting to go to far. I knew I should go
home before I embarrassed myself any further. I thought
that I might be getting very drunk.
When I told Steve I needed to go, he insisted I
wait awhile until I sobered up a little. I had to
admit I was having trouble walking, so I told him that
I wanted to call my husband to come and get me, and
asked him to just help me find a phone.
He agreed and we began walking to the lobby
since the reception was at a rather large hotel. As
we talked and laughed we realized neither of us had
change for a pay phone. Steve offered to let me use
the one in his room and I joked with him that a lady
would never go to a strangers hotel room. We laughed
again as he bowed and assured me he was a gentlemen.
I really didn't want to try to find change in my state
so I convinced myself it was innocent enough and we
went up to his room.
Once in his hotel room, I stood trying to dial
the phone to call Bob. I was feeling a little better,
but was still rather unsteady on my feet and felt
Steve standing behind me to balance me when I dialed.
As the phone rang Steve gently rubbed the sides
of my hips.
When Bob didn't answer I turned to tell Steve,
and the next thing I knew his mouth was pressed against
mine. His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and
even though I knew I shouldn't be doing it, I opened
my mouth and we began kissing.
He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me
closer as he began to rub my ass again. It felt so
good. But, I knew I had to stop him. I broke away from
his kiss and reminded him I was a married woman and
also the wife of his friend. I then told him I should
go back to wait in the lobby.
He whispered his apology in my ear and told me
he was having trouble controlling himself because I
looked so hot standing there swaying in my form-fitting
dress. He said Bob was a very lucky man to have a
woman who looked and dressed like me and that he was
sorry that I didn't want him, but he also understood.
Boy, he really knew what to say, and he was such
a gentleman about it! And I was so horny!
I told him that it wasn't that I didn't want to,
but I was married and couldn't get carried away. I
don't know why but, I had to kiss him again. I opened
my mouth to feel his tongue once more before I left.
Six weeks was so long. I was just getting ready
to break away again when he began to gently stroke my
left breast through the soft shiny material of my
dress. My Achilles heel. It felt so good it made my
knees weak.
Just a few minutes longer and then I would go.
I wasn't too worried because I knew I could just stop
him anytime I wanted too, he wasn't being forceful at
all, and would remain a gentlemen.
I convinced myself that it was just a little
harmless flirting, something I had done with other guys
while still in college. Bob would never know, just a
little harmless thrill.
It felt so good I had to let him continue. He
pulled the top of my dress down a little exposing my
nipples further as we kissed. He began to gently roll
them between his fingertips as I rubbed his muscular
chest, this man was gorgeous.
When he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled
my breasts out of the top to lick and suck them it
startled me. I started to pull away so he increased his
sucking to a point it felt to good and I didn't want it
to stop.
I just couldn't believe what I was doing, and my
mind was racing so fast. My knees started getting weak
and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Just a
little longer I told myself, after all it had been six
weeks.
For some reason it was such an exciting thrill
to be this naughty slut with someone other than my
husband, especially his biggest rival, and he was so
handsome.
We lay back on the bed and I could feel his
hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs.
When I didn't resist his hand pulled the hem of my
dress up and I could feel him softly begin massaging my
pussy through the material of my panties.
Direct contact, this is what I needed. I moaned.
His hands pushed my legs farther apart and he gently
cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my
panties. I thought I would wet my pants right there.
It felt so good.
I figured that I would let him do this for a
few minutes more and then I would have to make him
stop.
Steve pulled the crotch of my panties aside and
his hand was now inside with one of his fingers moving
into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got
wetter and hotter he just continued to insert more
fingers. Finally I moaned, "Steve, we have to stop,
please -- I'm getting so hot, we shouldn't be doing
this!"
He responded by moving his mouth down my stomach
and he began to suck on the shiny material of my
panties over my clit.
My God! He was going to eat my pussy, something
my husband had never done! When he began to pull off my
panties I finally stopped him and told him we were
getting carried away and I couldn't let that happen.
He said he understood and again promised he
wouldn't do anything I didn't want him to do, and would
stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know
ever know about this.
With that assurance I lifted my hips to let him
pull my panties the rest of the way off. I just had to
feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening. I was
so ver horny, and it had been six weeks.
I lay back and he began by slowly kissing the
area around my labia before he began to lick my very
wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this he continued
to pinch my nipples and move his fingers inside of me.
I was in ecstasy the feeling he was causing in
me were everything I imagined they would be. He knew
just what to do with a woman, and before long I began
to feel my orgasm build within me.
I looked forward to the release that had been
building for so long. Bob very rarely makes me come,
so I was really looking forward to it, and told myself
I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was
getting so hot now -- I was moaning very loudly and
didn't even notice him remove his pants and move up
between my legs.
When I felt his lips touch mine I opened my eyes
to see Steve above me, and looked down to see him guid-
ing his huge cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It
was enormous and nearly twice the size of Bob's.
I trembled in fear and maybe lust at his huge
size -- as he began to push the fat knob of the head
into me.
"Steve no, stop, we can't...I'm not protected!"
I screamed. His next response surprised me, "I promise
I'll pull out...please...I have to feel inside of you
for just a few moments, oh you, yes...you feel...so
good!" and he continued to piston a few more inches
into me.
I was horrified, He wasn't going to stop!!! He
was going to fuck me!
I protested again, "No, Steve please!, don't
please, please! I begged, "I can't...not today...my
husbands...waiting for me...I'm ovulating...ohnnoooo!"
I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was
too close, I was starting to cum already as he sank in
further, stretching my cunt lips apart, already more
than ever before. My body then betrayed me as my hips
began to push and move against him with my building
orgasm. I couldn't help it, I couldn't even speak. I
could only moan and push back as he began to fuck me
towards climax.
He thrust in and out of me, sinking deeper into
my pussy with every push until finally his entire shaft
was into the hilt, filling me completely. His pubic
bone ground flat against mine.
I started to mouth a protest again -- when I
felt his huge shaft push even deeper until it touched
my cervix at the opening of my womb. That did it. I
exploded in my first real orgasm ever, I thought I was
going to pass out as wave upon wave of pleasure went
through my body.
When I finally recovered I realized my pussy
had adjusted to his huge size and his massive cock was
sliding smoothly in and out of my wet slit. All
thoughts of my husband and my unprotected eggs were
gone. I was in love with his huge cock.
My body finally had what it had been craving all
night. I was moaning as he slammed himself into me, I
bucked against him with the pure pleasure his cock was
giving me. It was fantastic having such a large, power-
ful forbidden cock inside me, and I felt my second
climax building up in my stomach very quickly. I was
going to come again! Steve's thrusting then got
stronger and I realized he was about to come too. I
was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have
to pull out before I came again. I was so close.
Then I felt it.
The feeling that I've yearned for again every
day since that moment. His whole body lurched against
mine and I felt the head of his stiff penis smash
against my cervix. He groaned loudly and shot spurt
after spurt of his semen deep within me.
My god, he wasn't pulling out! He was coming
inside of me! I was filled with both the feelings of
ecstasy and absolute terror. I tried to push him off
me, but it was too late. His hands were holding down
mine and he was pushing into me with all the strength
and intensity of his orgasm.
What really surprised me -- it felt so
incredible! When my husband comes it just dribbles out
of him. But with Steve, I could feel his hot jets of
sperm literally shooting into me. It fired with enough
force and quantity that I could literally feel each
forbidden jet hit my cervix and penetrate through into
my womb.
"You said you...would pull out!" I gasped,
"Oh...I...can feel it... your coming...inside me...oh
no.....oh no...not...now...oh...feels...so good. I'm
coming...ooohhhh!" as my hips again involuntarily
began to push hard against him.
The most intense orgasm I've ever had hit me as
he continued to thrust into me, and all I could do was
grab his ass and pull him into me further.
My entire conscience was focused on this plea-
sure between my legs now, and I screamed with the
greatest sexual joy of my life. Wave upon wave of
ecstasy went through my body as I wrapped my legs
around him and pulled him into me deeper.
It was wonderful, I could feel his seed pouring
out of me and down the crack of my ass as he kept
spurting and humping me. I couldn't believe there was
so much of it.
As the waves sexual pleasure subsided, I could
feel the hot warmth of his load spreading out into the
depths of my body, searching for my eggs. I just lay
there for a moment in a dreamlike state marveling at
the feeling of what was happening inside of me.
When reality began to return, the fear of what
he had done returned too. I looked down between my
spread legs to see the shiny coating of his sperm as
it clung to the shaft of his cock still partially
inside of me.
What had I done? I began to cry.
Steve looked deeply into my eyes as he continued
to slowly pump his now shrinking tool in and out of me.
As he did that I could feel more of his come oozing out
of my swollen pussy.
"You said you would pull out... you promised!
What if you have made me pregnant, your not my
husband!" I whimpered.
His response shocked me, "Lisa I'm sorry, you
felt too good... I never imagined you would actually
let me fuck you...Lisa....Bob's beautiful wife!...when
you said you were fertile tonight...well... I just had
to give you mine... to make sure you had my baby...
instead of that son of a bitch husband of yours!"
I paused and looked at him. It all became per-
fectly clear. I understood now it was really just
another competition. He was getting the best of Bob.
I began to get angry then, not at just Steve, but Bob
too, for getting me into this situation.
At that point it didn't matter anymore, it was
done, I could never explain this to my husband, he
would never forgive me.
I had gotten drunk and let my husbands rival
fuck me and shoot his sperm into me, directly at my
unprotected eggs at my most vulnerable time! On the
night we had planned together as our "date night".
Considering the fertility pills I was on, my
eggs were probably being fertilized at that very
moment. Steve filled me with so much of his potent
sperm I knew I was pregnant with his child.
I realized that this type of game has been
happening ever since the beginning of time. And I had
let Steve achieve the greatest victory of one rival
male over another. Take an opponent's woman and
impregnate her with your offspring.
Bob would never be able to do better than that.
As I thought about how crazy all of this was,
I realized my legs were still wrapped around him and
he was still gently thrusting his cock in and out of
me as he held me down. It really was a soothing
feeling and even when he was soft he was still larger
than my husband.
I looked up at him and realized my body was
starting to respond again. He kissed me again very
gently and began softly licking my nipples.
To my surprise I could feel his member was
beginning to get hard again. My husband had never
been able to recover so fast. I knew I had to stop
him this time, just in case there was a chance it
wasn't too late. I couldn't be so stupid to let him
do it to me again me again!
I let Steve fuck me once and now he was start-
ing to do it again. But as he continued I realized I
couldn't stop him. I was still very turned on by what
he had done. It felt too good. I was getting exactly
what I needed and didn't ever want it to stop.
My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts.
He released my hands and we began what turned out to
be a very slow, even good fuck.
We continued for a long time as I blocked out
all thought of everything except how wonderful his
large cock felt pistoning in and out of my wet cunt.
His big dick again filled me completely and was
stretching my pussy to it's limits, something I knew
that my husband would never be able to do. I had no
idea sex with a man could feel so good.
As we fucked I had several smaller orgasms that
seemed to just run together. I lifted my head up and
began to suck his nipples. After a while Steve panted,
"I'm going to come again, should I pull out?"
My response still surprises me to this day. As
another orgasm built inside me I begged, "No, come
inside me, I want to feel it...again...come inside of
me...please!"
He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm.
Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot
an incredible load of his sperm into me as I pushed my
cunt up to meet each one of his thrusts.
I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again,
which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated
into my womb. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed
at his back... It felt as if the whole world was
whirling round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples
burned.
God, it felt so wonderfully taboo to think I
was letting another man intentionally impregnate me
with his child. It was the ultimate betrayal of my
husband and I had completely submitted to him in every
way. I knew that this betrayal is what excited me and
made my orgasm so intense.
When he finally rolled off of me and pulled his
long cock from my red and swollen pussy I slowly sat
up on my elbows and looked down at how totally fucked
I looked.
My pretty dress was bunched up around my waste
and my soaked panties were hanging on one ankle. My
pussy was swollen and red and my pubic hair was matted
and soaked with his cum. My breasts were red and
covered with marks from his intense sucking.
But what was really amazing was the river of
come that was oozing from my stretched opening and
pooling on the bed beneath me.
I grabbed a pillow and put it under my bottom
to help elevate my womb. I wanted to keep it's warmth
inside me a little longer. I was so opened up as I
lay there I wondered if I would ever be able to feel
my husband's small cock inside of me again.
Steve laughed at my antics, and again assured
me it that our little indiscretion would be our secret.
I think he liked it that I was trying to keep his come
inside me for as long as possible.
After about 20 minutes I staggered to my feet
and Steve's come just ran down the insides of my thighs
as I walked to the bathroom to clean up. I had never
seen anything like it before.
I knew I couldn't go home like this so I jumped
into his shower washed under steaming hot water. When
I finished I returned to see Steve sleeping on the bed
with his wonderfully slimy cock lying peacefully across
his stomach.
I slipped my dress on and pulled up what was
left of my panties. I left wondering if we would ever
do something like this again. I didn't want to leave
without saying anything, but I also didn't want to risk
arousing him again either.
I could feel his come still leaking from me on
the ride home, and hoped my wet panties would soak it
up. As I drove I kept asking myself how I could have
let such a thing happen.
I felt so guilty, but I also felt intensely
naughty. I started fingering myself it made me so
excited to think about what had just happened.
When I got home, luckily Bob was sleeping. I
quickly went into the bathroom and slipped on a night-
gown that covered my red and swollen breasts, put on
fresh panties, and climbed into bed.
I was terrified that somehow he would smell his
rival's scent on me. As I lay there I could feel
Steve's warm semen still leaking from my pussy. Bob
finally woke up as we lay there in the darkness. He
reached for me and asked how I enjoyed the wedding
reception.
I told him it had been fine but that for some
reason I didn't feel very well. He seemed surprised
and disappointed but seemed to understand. He just
snuggled up next to me and rubbed my tummy saying that
we would try again for our "date night" later when I
felt better.
A few minutes later Bob asked if I'd seen Steve,
and said he hoped he had taken care of me. I assured
him that he had indeed, and added that he had been a
complete gentleman. I told him we should probably get
together with him sometime and Bob agreed.
In the darkness I couldn't help but smile, he
had no idea that another man's baby was now attached
to my womb that he was gently rubbing.
I knew right, then that I couldn't let him touch
me again, until I knew for sure. Several weeks later
knew I was carrying Steve's child.
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Authors name: EzRiter
Story title : The Wedding Conception: Retribution
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I read a story in A.S.S, which inspired me to
write a reply. That story, "The Wedding Conception" by
Mon, has been reposted. This story will stand alone
but I suggest you read The Wedding Conception first.
You will love it. Obviously I did. Ez.
THE WEDDING CONCEPTION: RETRIBUTION
I had heard the rumors: my rival, Steve, had
fucked my wife, fucked her long and hard and impreg-
nated her. If they were true, then Lisa, my wife, was
an adulterous slut, and Jennifer, our darling little
three year old girl, was Steve's bastard child.
No man wants to believe something like that when
he hears it. Particularly not me. I was deeply in love
with Lisa. She was the light of my life. And, Jennifer
was as sweet and darling a daughter as anyone ever had.
They had made me very happy indeed.
So, I had pretended the rumors were ugly lies
designed to hurt my relationship with Lisa.
Then, someone e-mailed me a story which appeared
in ASS on the Internet. The story was called The Wed-
ding Conception and told of a wife named Lisa who was
impregnated by her husband's rival. And, the wife
planned to get pregnant by the rival again. The story
also said the cuckolded husband was lousy in bed and
had a stubby dick. Angry and concerned, I did some
tracing. The story posting came from my home town, from
a gossipy old woman I knew was a friend of my wife.
This time I could not ignore the rumors: Lisa
was pregnant. As I drove her to the hospital to de-
liver our second child, I decided to act. Of course,
Lisa, Steve and Bob are not our real names. The old
gossip who put the story on the Internet changed them.
I am using the names she used.
With Lisa safely in the hospital, I went to my
brother, Jeffrey. While I went into business and have
become very successful, Jeffrey followed the footsteps
of our father and uncle by becoming a doctor. I laid
out the sordid story to him.
"Bob, do you really want to know?"
"Yes. I must know! If I don't, it will drive me
crazy."
"Then, let's get started."
First, we ran tests on me. My sperm count was
very low but I was capable of fathering children, so,
no proof there. Jennifer could still be mine. The
blood tests were inconclusive. Jennifer could be mine
or could be the child of any man if he had the same
type blood. Then, we did DNA on Jennifer and on the
baby when he arrived. Only one chance in five billion
it could be wrong. It takes six weeks for DNA tests
to come back.
Lisa delivered a beautiful, healthy, baby boy we
named David at my wife's instance. I had wanted to name
the baby after me, Robert, Jr. But, Lisa insisted on
David, saying she always loved the name and wanted to
use it. I knew Steve's full name was Stephen David
Webber.
I was sick, physically sick, at the thought my
wife, the woman I loved, had named this child after a
man she was rumored to be fucking. That told me she
believed Steve fathered the child.
What a slutty whore! A trollop! An adulteress!
The lowest form of harlot! She is more vile than the
snake which seduced Eve, lower than the lowest worm in
the garden!
---
I hired a private detective firm, someone from
another city not too far away with an impeccable repu-
tation. I kept my cool, gave the P.I. instructions and
waited.
In six weeks, mama and baby were doing very
well. Jennifer was starting to accept her new sibling
and was returning to her happy self. I was outwardly
calm but burning up inside as I waited...waited.
"Bob, we have the DNA tests from both Jennifer
and David."
My heart leapt into my throat as I waited to
hear what my brother said.
People are interesting. Under pressure, some
come apart; others become cool and collected, even
cold, brutal. The latter is the way I react.
I was very sad and angry... more angry now than
sad... knowing this woman I had loved and taken as my
wife was a lying, cheating, adulteress and slut who had
betrayed me in a vile and unforgivable way.
I was more angry at Steve. There has always
been a code of honor in business. You can mess with
your rivals but you leave their family alone. That code
has even been used by the Mafia and other organizations
which do not normally follow civilized rules. Steve
broke that code, dishonoring himself terminally, dis-
honoring me if I allowed it to continue unpunished.
Fortunately, the work done by my P.I. firm had
broadened my available options, revealing the path I
finally chose to take. It seems I was not the only man
in town cuckolded by Steve. I gave my old friend Beau
what I knew he would hate to see, just like I hated
seeing it.
Lisa, beautiful as always, was sitting in the
den, when I arrived home that day four weeks after I
had received the DNA test results, the day I gave Beau
the proof I wanted him to have. Jennifer was napping
upstairs. Lisa was nursing David, his warm little
mouth suckling at her lovely breast which was so
bloated and full of her life giving milk.
Lisa watched me without speaking as I hung my
coat in the hall closet and went to the bar to make my
nightly bourbon and water. When I returned to the den,
Lisa was gone, probably putting David to bed. I sat in
my easy chair and sipped my drink as I read the evening
paper. The sound of the grandfather clock in the hall
and the gentle hum of the air conditioning were the
only sounds.
The town was buzzing with wild news of a multi-
ple murder. Everyone was talking about it. But, Lisa
had not heard. When the phone rang, I let it ring
until Lisa picked it up.
"Nooooo.... please.....noooooo."
I heard her sobs and moans floating down the
stairs, heard her gasps as she cried. It was about ten
minutes when I heard the quiet, clump-clump of her feet
on the wooden stairs. She looked terrible, eyes red,
face puffy. She collapsed on the couch.
"Lisa, is something wrong? What is it?"
She stared at me, fighting back tears.
"Steve Webber is dead. Beau James shot him to
death today."
"I had heard. But, why are you so upset. Do you
even know Steve?"
She was so pathetic looking, drooping over like
a dying rose, voice and face void of emotion except the
tailings of death. How sad!
"Maryann is one of my good friends. You know
that! She and Beau are both dead, too. After Beau shot
Steve, he went home, killed Maryann and both the
children. Then, he turned the gun on himself."
"I heard. Look, Lisa, Maryann was an adulteress
slut. She was fucking Steve and the rumor was Steve
fathered her children. When Beau found out, he had to
act. Any real man would do the same thing."
She shivered as she stared at me.
"I would do the same thing if you were an
adulteress slut and Jennifer and David were not mine.
Steve deserved to die. I hope it was very painful for
him. And, Maryann deserved to die, too. Adultery is
a crime and a sin. An adulteress will go straight to
eternal damnation in hell when she dies, which is a
just punishment. I do feel badly about Beau and the
kids, knowing they suffered because Maryann was an
adulterous such a slut!"
I watched her. She was in total turmoil... grief
and guilt, horror and death... were now joined by fear
... terrible, unrelenting fear...etched in her visage
in a mosaic of despair. Keeping a poker face was
difficult for me but I did it.
"You would kill me if I com... if I did what
Maryann did?"
"I might kill you. I know I would kill the man.
Oh, I may not shoot him the way Beau did. Everyone
knows Beau is, I mean, was, hot tempered and a little
unbalanced. But..." I leaned forward for emphasis. I
knew my face was red in anger, the tendons in my neck
corded. "... I would find a way to make sure the
sonofabitch died."
Lisa stood slowly, unsteadily, her grief ravaged
brain unable to make her body function normally. She
only took a step before I spoke.
"Lisa, we need to talk about us."
She fell back on the couch.
"What?"
"Our sex life is no good. I do not mean just
as a result of your pregnancy. You have been lousy in
bed, simply inadequate and unacceptable. I would guess
999 out of a thousand women are better in bed...
sexier... than you are.
I've been wondering if there is someone else in
your life, someone you care about more than me...
someone you are fucking... as you take my money, my
name, my social position, and my love but, give your-
self to another like that adulteress slut, Maryann."
She was watching me intently now, breathing
ceasing, eyes unblinking.
"Lisa, I deserve and want a better wife, a
happier more loving wife who is very sexual with me,
is loving and loyal to me, rather than a lousy fuck
whose loyalty and love is somewhere else. I am a good
man and I want a good wife."
"Do you want a divorce?"
"Yes."
"Have you talked to a lawyer?"
"Yes. He strongly suggests I have DNA tests
done on the children. He says so many women fuck
around these days, any man should have the test done
before he pays child support. He said I would be
amazed how many men do not have to pay child support
after the DNA tests come back. He even has a case in
court now where the slutty, adulteress wife was fucking
around. DNA tests proved the husband not to be the
father.
So, he is suing the natural father for all the
money he spent on them from inception to the time of
the divorce. Of course, the wife/mother is destitute
as she will get nothing in the divorce. A sad
situation. Very sad. But, she is a slut and a
adulteress whore, so she deserves what she gets...
which is nothing."
"Bob?"
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Are you going to kill me?"
She sobbed it out, the ragged edge of her sanity
clearly unraveling. I fought it hard to keep from
grinning. She was destroyed: she had lost all hope.
"What have you done that deserves you being
killed?" I asked very coldly.
I waited. I wanted the next communication to
come from her. She began crying again, sobbing loudly,
her body heaving, her face in her hands. I could tell
she was in agony: deep, desperate, unbelievable agony
as if her soul had descended to the lowest level of
hell. I fought my great enjoyment of her woes as I
wanted to maintain my own emotional control.
"Bob, I am just like Maryann. I fucked Steve.
The two children are his."
I was looking into the face of a dead person as
she fought to maintain what little mental control she
had left.
"I heard that rumor."
"Please don't kill me. I will leave and take
the children. I will ask for nothing in the divorce
and I will ask for no child support. Just let me go
away in peace."
"I would not kill you, Lisa, but, since you have
just admitted you are a slut and an adulteress whore,
your leaving without financial support makes good
sense. I would like an affidavit signed tonight
documenting your adultery and the bastardy of your
children so you will not lie later."
After signing the prepaired confession of her
adultery and desire to have Steve's children, Lisa
moved out that night, taking Jennifer and David with
her. That affidavit, presented in court during our
divorce, produced the outcome I desired. She got
nothing, not a single penny.
She sued Steve's estate for child support but
someone had turned Steve over to the IRS for tax fraud.
There was little for her to get. Of course, the di-
vorce and law suit made everyone in town aware of her
sluttish behavior.
I never contact her, but the P.I. firm gives me
semi-annual reports on her. She has a fairly rough
life. She works in a dress shop selling clothes to
rich women who were formally her social equals to
support herself and her children in a lifestyle far
below that which I had provided her. The children do
not understand why they must suffer so. Later, when
they are older, they will hate her for what she has
done to them. I will see to that.
With her sluttiness proven, all her old friends
dropped her since the wives were afraid she would fuck
their husbands and the husbands were afraid their wives
would becomes sluts like she was. Needless to say, no
decent man would marry an adulteress slut. I understand
her name is on the list of women to ask out if you want
a one night stand. Someone even said she was raped by
two men one night but her reputation was so bad no one
believed it was rape. That's the way it is in small
southern towns.
I am remarried to a lovely woman. I have no
reason to believe she has committed adultery but, as
a safety precaution, the P.I. randomly checks on her.
We have a wonderful son we named Robert Jr. The DNA
tests proved he is mine.
Some things are best left unsaid. I never did
tell Lisa the DNA tests I had performed on both Jen-
nifer and David proved conclusively they were both my
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