Enraged by his wife to the point of wanting to kill someone

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Enraged by my wife to the point of wanting to kill someone
, I should have lost my temper, but I didn't. I should have killed that bastard, but I didn't either. There were still many things I should have done, but I found myself no longer caring; I just let it be. Well, not entirely. The desire for revenge was still buried deep inside, and I knew I would carry out my revenge plan sooner or later.
My wife, Mary, and I were childhood sweethearts. When I was seven and she was six, our families moved in together as neighbors. Mary's family had four children, but I only played with her. Her brother, Alphonse, was four years older than me and was a bully, but he quickly realized I wasn't someone to mess with, so
he would avoid me whenever possible. Although he was much stronger than me, once we started fighting, I would relentlessly pursue him, even if he knocked me down, I would get up and continue fighting.
If no adult intervened, I would keep fighting him.
In this respect, my father had a huge influence on me; he cultivated my combative and unyielding personality. I remember when I was in first grade, one day I was hit by another child and ran home crying. My dad saw me and asked what happened. I said I was hit by another child.
"Did you bully any other children?"
he asked.
"No, he hit me for no reason."
Hearing this, my dad was furious. He shouted, "You shouldn't have run back, Tony! You should never run away! You have to fight him to the end! If you're too tired to lift your arms, kick him; if you can't lift your legs, bite him! Never stop fighting! That way they'll know what kind of child you are and won't dare to bully you again. If you run away when they bully you, they'll keep bullying you!"
After fighting with me three times, Alphonse fully experienced the fighting spirit my dad taught me.
Mary has an older sister named Philonica, who is four years older than her, and a younger sister named Rosalia, who is three years younger than her. Philonise, who was three years older than me, and I couldn't play together at all. Rosalia, who was four years younger than me, was practically a baby to me. Plus, there weren't any other kids my age in our neighborhood, so I spent most of my time playing with Marie. But by sixth grade, we were practically inseparable, always together like a little couple.
We went to school together, played together, and lived together, going through elementary, middle, and high school together—we were inseparable best friends.
During this period, I didn't date any other girls, and she didn't date any other boys. Although I never asked her out on a date, and we never discussed marriage, we got along incredibly well. It seemed like we didn't need to deliberately date or discuss marriage because we were always together, always dating, and always mentally preparing for marriage.
I only asked her one question: "When do you plan to get married?"
She answered, "After graduating from university."
And that was exactly what happened. Three months after graduating, we got married.
For the next 22 years, we lived a middle-class married life. After graduating from university, we found jobs and worked hard to buy a big house. After our second child was born, Mary decided to quit her job and become a full-time stay-at-home mom. She diligently raised our three children while I worked hard to support the whole family. Later, when our children all started school, Mary went back to work. As
the children went to university, the once lively family home grew quieter, and Mary and I returned to our life as a couple. However, this life was very different from our younger days. I don't know when or what changed, but we communicated less and less. We still lived together, and we still loved each other, but the passion was gone.
In the morning, we kissed goodbye and went to work; in the evening, we sat at the table eating and chatting, watched TV or read for a while after dinner, and then went to bed. Neither of us felt the passion or urgency for sex anymore. Mary seemed to no longer have that desire, and I didn't push her. We made love about once every two or three months, but without passion, as if it were just a duty, an obligation.
Later, I finally realized that we weren't communicating enough, but it was too late; it was difficult to repair our damaged relationship.
We both sometimes needed to work overtime, and a chance discovery after working overtime one night made me feel that everything in our marriage had been completely destroyed. One evening, a rare occasion when we both worked overtime, I finished my work and suddenly had the urge to pick up Mary and go find a restaurant for a late-night snack.
I drove to Mary's workplace and saw that the building's doors were locked, and the entire building was dark. It seemed that Mary and her colleagues had finished work earlier than me. However, when I got home, I was shocked to find that Mary wasn't there; she should have gotten home before me. I checked the phone recordings, but there were no messages from her. I thought, maybe she and some female colleagues who were also working overtime went to a bar for a few drinks. Although she rarely did that, it wouldn't be a big deal if she did it once in a while.
I found some leftovers in the refrigerator, heated them up in the microwave, and ate a little bit haphazardly. Then I looked at the TV guide but couldn't find anything to watch, so I picked up a book and sat on the sofa in the living room to read while waiting for Mary to come home.
Soon, I was so engrossed in the story that I even forgot the time. It wasn't until I heard the garage door open and close that I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 11:30 p.m.
Mary walked in and saw me sitting on the sofa. She said with some surprise, "Oh, why aren't you asleep yet? I thought you were already asleep."
I held up the book in my hand and said, "I was reading and lost track of time."
"Yeah, I've been wanting to sleep for ages. I'm exhausted today. I've been busy all day and still haven't figured out the inventory balance. I almost fell asleep at my desk."
I looked at her and asked, "Have you been busy checking the inventory issues until now?"
"Of course! If Sarah hadn't discovered that the computer's data was completely wrong, we'd still be checking it. That old machine is such a waste of time; it gives us garbage data."
I slipped a bookmark into the book to mark where I'd read, and then went to bed. However, I didn't sleep well at all, or even fall asleep at all.
Three days later, Mary told me she had to work overtime again and wouldn't be home until very late.
"There's a plate of tuna in the fridge. You can microwave it for four minutes. I probably won't be back until after 10 pm."
After telling me this, she kissed me and went to work.
At 4:45 PM, I waited outside Mary's company building in a borrowed car. Her normal quitting time was 5 PM, and if she didn't work overtime, she would be out of the building in 15 minutes. At 5:05 PM, people started coming out of the building, and at 5:10 PM, I saw Mary come out and get into her car.
Seeing her car leave the parking lot, I immediately followed, but to avoid being noticed, I kept a distance of three cars. Ten minutes later, she drove into the Sea Breeze Motel parking lot, but didn't get out; instead, she rolled down the window and waited inside. Five minutes later, a black Dodge Ram 2500 pulled up beside her car, and our neighbor, Tom Henitch, got out, walked to Mary's car, and kissed her as she leaned out of the window.
Tom went to the front desk to get a room, then returned and invited Mary to go with him into room 134 of the motel.
I had thought Mary had lost interest in sex over the years, but now it seemed I was completely wrong—she had only lost interest in sex with me. I didn't know when she and Tom started their affair, nor how many years she had been cheating on me. But regardless, it seemed our once comfortable and peaceful married life was completely over.
More than Mary's infidelity, I was surprised by my own reaction to discovering this fact. Years ago, upon discovering I'd been cuckolded, I would have been furious. I would have stormed into the room, grabbed the adulterous couple, given them a good beating, branded Mary with a large, red "A" on her forehead, letting everyone know she was a cheating, wanton slut, then stripped her naked and threw her into the street.
But now, for some reason, I simply didn't want to bother with any of that. I started the car, turned it around, left the hotel, returned the borrowed car, and drove home in my own.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, I stared blankly at the opposite wall, my mind a jumbled mess. I'm a 46-year-old man with a respectable job and an unfaithful wife. My life has always been quite comfortable, but now I'm faced with the question of whether I should destroy it. Confronting and arguing with Mary would only lead to divorce, with no chance of forgiveness or reconciliation, because I'm unwilling to make any more effort for her.
But divorce meant the end of my comfortable life, the exhausting divorce proceedings, the heated division of property and savings, the hefty sums for lawyers, and so on. Damn it! It was utter garbage! I didn't want any of this mess to bother me.
So, the simplest solution was to ignore Mary's current behavior, adjust my mindset, and find new pleasures. But how? How could I possibly ignore her infidelity? No, I couldn't be indifferent.
If I continued living with her, I'd have to continue having sex with her, albeit a paltry two or three times a month; I'd have to continue being—or pretending to be—a loving husband. But even if I could pretend to be a good husband, how could I possibly have sex without any resentment with a woman who had been another man's whore? For
the next five weeks, whenever Mary said she had to work late, I followed her, and each time I painfully witnessed her meeting Tom at the Sea Breeze Motel. I wasn't punishing myself with this pain; I just wanted to make sure she wasn't only dating one man.
During those five weeks, Mary twice initiated sex with me, which I politely declined both times. I stopped hugging her, but if she snuggled up to me, I wouldn't push her away. Every morning before leaving for work, I would still kiss Mary goodbye, but it was a kiss like a family kiss, definitely not a kiss like a lover's. My only purpose was to prevent Mary from suspecting that I had discovered her infidelity.
Time passed, and a year went by. During this time, I forged a medical certificate stating that I had acute erectile dysfunction, so I could legitimately stop having sex with Mary. However, this also meant I didn't experience the thrill of sex for a year.
One day, I couldn't help but ask myself, "What did I do wrong? Just because Mary is a bitch, should I endure the torment of lust? You don't owe that bitch anything; she broke her vow of marital fidelity first, so you don't need to uphold your vow anymore."
Of course, I also considered revenge. After a year of agonizing thought, I decided to do something to get revenge on Mary and Tom. But what could I do? One Saturday, while shopping at Safway Supermarket, the answer suddenly came to me.
As I was selecting beef for grilling steaks at the butcher stand, a voice called out behind me, "Hey, long time no see!"
I turned around and saw Manly Henrich, Tom's wife. Beside her stood their 22-year-old daughter, Shirley. Manly was a very beautiful woman; seeing her often made me involuntarily aroused. Of course, her daughter had inherited all of her good looks, and being even younger, she was even more arousing. Looking at these two beautiful women
, I couldn't help but think, "If I could get both of these women into bed, that would be fucking awesome! That would be the best way to get revenge on Tom!"
I quickly made a decision and immediately put my revenge plan into action. Of course, it wouldn't be easy, and it might not even be possible, but it was worth a try.
On my drive home from the supermarket, I considered many ways to seduce Manly and Shirley, but ultimately decided to learn more about them first. As the saying goes, know your enemy and know yourself; cater to their desires, and you'll succeed. At the same time, I thought that I could not only target Tom's wife and daughter, but also use the same method as seducing Mary's two sisters to get revenge on Mary. Yes, why not?
I knew where Manly worked, so I parked my car near her office and waited for her to get off work. Then I began to follow her to figure out her routine. Soon, I discovered that she usually went to a nearby bar with several female colleagues after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays for drinks, music, and dancing. After figuring out Manly's routine, I started following Shirley.
I discovered that Shirley loved going to parties. Almost every night after work, she would go to a bar with her colleagues until late. From Monday to Wednesday, she usually went to a sports bar called Spiro, while on Thursdays and Fridays she preferred a lounge called Pink VIP Lounge. Her purpose in going to Pink VIP Lounge was essentially the same as her mother's purpose in going to Henley's Lounge: to dance and listen to music.
After figuring all this out, my plan took shape: I would follow them to those two lounges and win them over there.
After comparing them, I felt Shirley was more naive, and of course, younger and prettier, so I decided to win her over first. I figured not many 22-year-old girls would be interested in a 46-year-old man, but if I appeared before her when she was a little tipsy, maybe I'd have a chance.
The sports bar was full of handsome young men her age, so I decided to make my move on Shirley at Pink VIP Lounge.
The question was, how should a 46-year-old man pursue a 22-year-old girl?
The answer: Do nothing.
Shirley finished work at 6 pm and usually arrived at Pink VIP Lounge around 6:30 pm. The band in the lounge started preparing around 6:45 PM and began playing promptly at 7:00 PM. I arrived at the lounge at 6:15 PM, found a seat at the back of the bar, and waited for Shirley to appear while observing the crowd.
I had already familiarized myself with the lounge and knew there was a area for business meetings, where people coming out of the office could discuss business matters.
There were already three tables of female guests in the lounge, sitting around drinking and chatting, looking relaxed and comfortable. Among those women were several who were about my age; I was sure they were working women from the nearby office building.
Around 6:25 PM, Shirley and her four female companions entered the lounge and sat down at a table near the dance floor. I sat at a distance watching them, sipping my vodka and waiting for the band to start playing.
After the band began playing, I started scanning the three tables of women, looking for a suitable one. Soon, I selected my target and went over to invite her to dance. After dancing with the three women, I asked if they would like me to sit with them, and they happily agreed.
I deliberately avoided looking at Shirley, making her think I hadn't even seen her in the lounge. I kept inviting the women to dance, and by 10:30 PM, after dancing two songs with each woman, one of them said she had to go home and prepared to leave the bar.
I quickly stood up, said I had to go home too, and walked out with the woman. Before leaving the lounge, I secretly glanced at Shirley and saw that she was watching me. I knew what she was thinking—she must have thought I had taken that woman to a hotel.
The following night, I repeated my tactic, dancing with several strange women, joining them, and finally leaving the lounge with one of them. I noticed Sherry again that I was leaving with a woman.
This pattern continued for three weeks, during which I left the lounge each night with a different woman, pretending not to see Sherry when she noticed us. At this point, I wasn't sure if my plan was working, so I decided to try it for another week; if not, I'd have to find another way.
On Friday night, I was sitting in the lounge watching the band prepare for their performance when Sherry and her two girlfriends walked in and sat down at a table. As the music started, I noticed five women who worked at a nearby bank sitting together, drinking and chatting. Just as I was about to get up to ask one of them to dance with me, Shirley approached me and said, "My friends and I would like to invite you to join us, would you mind?"
"Oh, why?"
"We also like to dance, but you never invite any of us, so we had to invite you first."
"Heh, an old cow wouldn't dare eat young grass. I see quite a few young men surrounding you, and you get invited to dance every day."
"Okay, let's put it this way, we're quite interested in you."
"Oh, Shirley, you're not a silly girl. You should know why I'm here, and you should know what I've been doing here. The reason I haven't invited you and your friends to dance is because I think girls your age wouldn't be interested in a man my age. You should understand, I'm not here just to dance."
“Some women do like older men. Like Anna, my lovely blonde girlfriend, she’s so curious about how you manage to charm all those women. Anna really wants to know why those women enjoy chatting with you so much, and why you take them all out.”
“Shirley, for me, chatting with those women who work at the bank is something I’m confident I can get what I want, but joining you guys is a different story.”
“Oh, come on, Mr. Fazio, maybe this is an opportunity,”
Shirley said.
As I played with her nipples, Shirley asked, "You didn't go to those bank women today; I took them with me. Are you disappointed?"
"Not at all, my darling. You're a very rare girl. For an old man, having a girl like you is an incredible blessing." "
You're not old at all. I think you're wonderful. Can I ask you something?" "
What is it?" "
Why do you see a different woman every night? Why do you choose a good one and maintain a relationship with her?" "
I don't want that. I don't want a long-term, stable relationship."
"Why?"
“Because I’m already married, Shirley, and I don’t want to divorce Mary. All I can offer other women is passion. I hope it’s enjoyable with them, but I can’t be with them long-term. To be honest, the women who left the Pink VIP Lounge with me seemed to feel the same way. Their husbands were waiting for them at home. Our relationship was really very simple—just a one-night stand.”
Shirley’s body shrank down, her face pressed against my lower abdomen, her fingers playing with my limp penis. After it became hard again, she said, “I want to do it again.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“I don’t want our relationship to be another one-night stand, but I don’t want it to be long-term either. Do you think we can spend more time together?”
“What do you mean by ‘spend more time together’?”
I asked.
"I mean, can we date twice a week until my boyfriend comes back from Iraq? I need sex, but I don't like one-night stands with guys I don't know well."
"When is he coming back?"
"He said in a recent letter that he'll be back in five months."
"I don't know if we can date for that long; it'll be too difficult to keep this from your parents."
"It's not difficult. I moved out of my parents' house two months ago, so they won't know if I come home late at night,"
Shirley said.
"Five months? Doesn't that mean we're just short-term friends?"
"No, short-term lovers."
"I wonder if I'm capable of that."
"Don't worry, old man, I have a way to get you hard."
Saying this, she lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth.
Now, I can't get an erection as quickly as I used to, but once I get into it, I can last a long time. The thought of having such a beautiful 22-year-old girl give me oral sex excited me uncontrollably.
Feeling my erection in her mouth, Shirley climbed up, straddled me, guided my penis to her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down. I lay there, watching her rise and fall on top of me, enjoying the stimulation and pleasure from her tight vagina, thinking to myself, "This is so comfortable, this way of revenge is so cute."
After a few minutes of thrusting on me, she lay down, kissing my lips while continuing to move her hips, letting my penis pump in and out of her vagina. I held her body, flipped her over, and pinned her beneath me, then began to fuck her hard and fast.
Under my forceful rape, she became increasingly excited, her fingernails digging into the flesh of my back, screaming for me to fuck her harder.
I pounded into her body like a pile driver, lifting her buttocks with my hands to make her vulva even tighter with mine.
Half an hour passed quickly, and I was still pounding into her like a pile driver, sweat dripping onto her body like broken beads. She hugged me tightly, her high-heeled feet slapping against the back of my thighs. I knew that if I were to ejaculate, I should make her reach orgasm with me, so that this young girl would become even more enamored with my lovemaking techniques.
As the frequency of my thrusts increased, I felt myself about to ejaculate, and I couldn't help but moan in her ear, "Oh, oh, darling, my little baby, I'm about to cum, hurry up and orgasm with me, I don't want to leave you behind..."
"Oh, I'm almost there too, pinch my nipples..."
she gasped, "Pinch my nipples hard..."
I pulled my hands out from under her buttocks and pinched her two pink nipples hard, while thrusting even harder.
"Oh, God..."
Shirley's body trembled violently, the muscles inside her vagina tightly gripping my penis. Stimulated by her orgasm, I also ejaculated deep into her vagina.
When I parted ways with Shirley, she gave me a key to her apartment. Although I walked with a slight limp, I was extremely happy. Tom probably never dreamed that I could fuck his precious daughter, but I had already fucked her, and I would continue to fuck her in the future.
I thought that every time I saw Tom from now on, I would smile at him sincerely, and once I got his wife into bed, my smile would be even brighter. However, I planned to start my plan to seduce his wife after my relationship with his daughter ended. Shirley said that her boyfriend Derek would be back in five months, so I had more than four months to investigate and understand Manley's lifestyle and routine.
As agreed with Tom's precious daughter, I would go to her apartment at least twice a week to rape this innocent and beautiful young girl. On this day, I came to her apartment door again and opened it with the key she gave me.
When Shirley saw me come in, she immediately pounced on me and hugged me tightly, kissing me very passionately.
Then, she took my hand and said she would take me back to her bedroom, pushed me down onto the bed, and without saying a word, unzipped my pants and pulled down my pants and underwear.
Shirley grasped my hard penis, licked the glans a few times, and then took the entire penis into her mouth. Her lips were tightly wrapped around my penis, her tongue licking the head of my penis, while her hands continuously massaged my testicles. Shirley's oral sex skills were truly remarkable; it wasn't long before I couldn't hold back and ejaculated a large amount of semen directly into her throat.
Shirley swallowed every last drop of my semen, then looked up at me with a smile and said, "How was it? Did you like it?"
"Oh, of course, I really enjoyed it. I've never experienced such pleasurable oral sex before."
"Very good, I enjoy doing this for you too."
Shirley said with a smile, then lowered her head again, carefully licking my glans, shaft, and scrotum, cleaning away all the semen, vaginal fluid, and sweat, before stimulating me to become hard again.

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