My Wife And The High School Seniors: Night Of The Revelation
I felt humiliated. My wife Lauryssa was getting ready for her huge night. She’d been a teaching assistant for the last year at Leaside High, and was one of the hottest women in the area. Every straight guy who ever saw her wanted her. And it was worse at her school–a building of teenagers all centered on one piece of ass! Lauryssa loved the attention, though. When we were first married, it was all flattering and innocent for her. None of this was a threat. Its funny how things change though. Its funny after all we’ve been through….
….tonight my wife was getting ready for a gangbang.
What was worse was the fact that the guys she was doing it with were graduating from her school in just a few weeks. All of them tried all year to bag her, despite the fact that she was married. I can understand that. I was that young once too. These kids weren’t anything like me, though. At 18 and 19, I wasn’t that big of a catch–I never knew what my wife saw in me! These kids, man they were all born good looking. And if the weren’t, they certainly worked out long and hard enough to look hot.
It didn’t get any better for me–the way I found out was a big explosion–a pre-planned revelation that involved all her boys she was seeing on the side. The flashes of memory still haunt me–me coming home and my wife screaming out in ecstasy. Me running to the bedroom, fearing the worst. My wife on all fours on our bed, a smile on her face I’ve never even seen! And there he was behind her–Kyle. The biggest asshole in the area. The biggest football player, the biggest bully–they guy you didn’t want against you. My sweet, beautiful wife was getting pounded by a 19 year old asshole we both hated, and she was loving every minute of it.
“Whats up, faggot?” Kyle laughed. That smirk that made me want to go right over there and smack him. I don’t know why I didn’t–I should have! At the time, though. I remember my stomach dropping, my throat lumpy, my eyes almost crying. I started sweating–I didn’t know what to say!
Kyle pulled out. My wife screamed out “what are you doing? Please don’t stop, baby!”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch! I’m about to show your faggot ass husband what a real man does with a piece of ass like you. Watch this…” Kyle said, as he walked toward me.
Kyle stood right up to me and pushed me against the door. “Listen, faggot. I’ve got you by the balls here, so to speak.” he said. “I’m fuckin your wife here. She’s my bitch. By the end of the night, you’re gonna be my bitch too. Don’t worry, though. I don’t want to fuck you, so don’t get excited. I own your sweet innocent wife’s tight ass. I’m her boy, and she’s my bitch. Its about time you knew”.
I didn’t know what to say. I swallowed hard. I tried to look at my wife, but Kyles right hand grabbed my chin and made my look in his big blue eyes. “You’re my bitch now. What are you gonna do about it, bitch? You fuckin faggot…if you were any time of man, you’d fight me back. If you were half a man, you would stop you’re wife here from being such a fuckin cocktease.. She’s been all over my stick since the day she saw me. Always teasing me and shit. The minute she dropped to me knees and sucked my cock, I knew she was mine.”
I didn’t argue. Things started to come together, things I just ignored. Lauryssa’s long hours, her going out with her “friends” a lot more, the consistant phone calls, all guys. I recognied Kyles’ voice as he spoke to me from most of the calls to our home. Telling me to put her on the phone. Not even asking me.
There was more, but it didn’t take Einstein to figure out Kyle wasnt’ bullshitting. Now the question was, did she do this willingly, or does Kyle have something on her? I wanted to believe she was doing this against her will, but that look on her face as this was happening, layin on the bed facing us, her hands resting ont he back of her head. She was in on this little revealation. She wanted to tell me with a bang. She got up and wrapped her arms around Kyles naked body, his back to her.
“Look at your husband, Lauryssa. He doesn’t know what to say. What a faggot.” he said. “Kyle, don’t call him that. I think he is gay.” she said. What was she saying?! She way betraying me! It was hard enough telling her that it turned me on thinking about her and other guys, but this ws not helping things! Kyle could do anything he wasnted alone on me, and now he had you helping him? What the fuck?!
“Listen,” I said. “I’m heartbroken. Lauryssa, you could have just told me, you know. You didn’t have to do this. You could have asked for a break. You could have asked for a divorce. Whatever. Why humilate me like this? And why, foir god’s sake, did you do this with Kyle?!”
“Fuck you, you fuckin faggot!” Kyle said. “She doesn’t owe you an expination.” With that, Kyle punched me in the stomach and I went down hard. I looked up at him, ready to strike back. He looked down at me, smerked that arrogant smirk he had and said “listen, bitch. “Don’t fock with me. I know what I’m doing–so does you wife. This has been a long time comin. Get used to it, cause there’s gonna be a lot of changes, starting right now.”
I dove at him. He didn’t see it coming, and went down hard. I punched him, hard, a couple of times and just went at him like a madman. I gave him everything I had, and then some. I laid into him until I had no more to give him. And let me tell you that when you have it in you, when the addrenalyne is pumping and the endorphines are going, its a long time before you stop.
“Get up.” I said as I got off of him. “Get the fuck up and appologize and get the fuck out of my life!”.
And he did. My jaw dropped to the ground. Not one scratch on him. He dusted himself. My wife smiled and walked toward him, he looked right at me, grabbed my wife from the waist, smirked and smiled at me once again and kissed my wife hard and passionate. He pushed her aside, not even breaking a sweat and spat at me.
“You just hit me with everything you had.. Pathetic. You shouldn’t have done that, and now you’re really gonna be my bitch. I was just kidding before, you fuckin faggot!
One punch. Thatsa all it took for me to go down. He whipped his soft 8: cock right at me and whizzed right on my face. I treid to get up, but he kept kicking me down.
“Today is the first day of the restof your life. You’re wife is now mine, but she is married to you. You are not divorced, your marriage is still entact. I, however, am her real man, the one who gives her what she needs. The only one who can satisfiy her. She is mine, and as a result, so are you. You know my connections, you know my reputation, you know what happens when you piss me off. Only bad things. This is your new lifestyle. She is now mine. You got a problem with her, you got a problem with me. Never, ever, touch her again, and treat her like gold in my absence, or else, you get punished.”
“Fuck you, Kyle. Go fuck yourself, you mutherfuckin piece of shit. Fuck. You.”.. I responded. “Suit yoursefl.” Kyle said.
He hit me hard, and the lights went out. I don’t remember what happened in detail after that. God I wish i did, but I thank god every night that I don’t.
Flashback to the night of the gangbang.
Me, sitting there, waiting for her boys. Footbal team, bullies, whoever. I know them all. She’s had all of them. Its going to be on tape, and its going to blackmail me. There’s nothing I can do. In less than 10 minutes, I’m going to lose my wife and everything that means something to me to the neighbourhood bully. I want to do something about it, and this time, I really would.
And if Kyle didn’t break my arms and legs on the night of the revelation, I probably could.