My name is Ned and I’ve been married to Robin for six years now. We have a two and four year old. Robin is a stay at home mother. My kids have me wrapped around their little fingers. When they say ‘Daddy’, I melt.
I’m usually a take charge kind of guy, but around Robin, I defer to her equally aggressive personality. That being said, around her friends and her family, I’m seen as a meek and mild, go with the flow, don’t rock the boat guy. It’s sad that people are so quick to pigeon hole a person.
It carries over into the bedroom too, as Robin dictates what our agenda will be on any given night. Don’t get me wrong, she likes sex and so do I, and I have no complaints.
As recently as six weeks ago, I was a sane normal guy. When I look in the mirror now, I see the devil. Maybe I’ll die in prison or maybe I’ll never be charged. I am not going to do anything other than put a couple of cheaters in a very difficult situation. I don’t feel all that bad about it. In a perverted sense, I’m making my wife’s dream come true.
I’m a big guy who works out regularly. I can easily bench press two hundred, probably more if I tried, but I don’t want to jack up my back. As I carried Spencer over my shoulder, I was glad that I was in great shape. He was kicking and wiggling around until I pinched his nose shut. With his mouth duct taped, that effectively cut off all of his oxygen.
“I can keep on holding your nose as long as you keep acting up” I calmly told him.
From that point forward, Spencer was very obedient. With the miner’s light on my forehead, I navigated through the darkness. The temperature change was drastic. Outside it was a balmy summer night, but now it was cold and clammy. The water drops helped to cool my body as this was more than a morning workout. I did have to stop several times, as this trip took thirty minutes to complete. At each stop I jotted down the course I’d taken. Once at my target destination, I less than gently dumped Spencer on the ground.
“This is what I think about guys that fuck other men’s wives.”
Spencer tried to protect his jewels, but to no avail. The built up rage was bubbling to the surface. I probably kicked him two dozen times, mostly near his crotch. Poor little Spencer was crying.
After I finished my water bottle, I headed back to retrieve Robin. I counted my steps carefully as I needed to not only get out but also get back. My shirt was soaked from the water drops and sweat.
Spencer, who until recently lived a few doors down from my house, is Robin’s lover. My hope is that IS becomes WAS in a few days. I found out by accident, which I guess is how we cuckolds usually do.
When Spencer and his family moved, a middle aged man bought his house. Paul is a likeable guy and I have a beer or two with him in his man cave. To date there’s been no reason to introduce him to Robin or my kids. He’s really into baseball, which was never my favorite. Nonetheless, about a month after he moved in, Paul helped to turn my world upside down.
“Hey Ned, you should see what the dude left behind. I found a box of DVDs behind a false wall in the laundry room. You will definitely want to watch some of these.”