Title:  Her Indiscretion, My Salvation.

Author:  Charley Ace.

Email:  CharleyAce@hotmail.com.


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(MF, MF, Adultery)


Amy became a domineering, nagging bitch within a few months after we tied the knot.  It didn't bother me much in the beginning because of the great sex that we had.  Believe me, it was great sex for the first year or two.  She was completely uninhibited and was willing to do anything for our mutual pleasure, and we did it all.  I certainly had never experienced anyone like her, although my sexual experiences before meeting Amy had been somewhat limited.  While she wouldn't talk about her previous lovers, I suspected that she had had many of them.  The only thing that I do know for sure is that she wasn't a virgin when we met.

She had managed to keep the domineering, bossy side of her under wraps until after the marriage ceremony.  At that point she probably figured that I was hers to boss around as she pleased, with no repercussions.  I should have seen it coming, because her mother was even more domineering than Amy, and her father took all of her abuse in stride, and actually seemed to enjoy his submissive role.

I was, and still am, a mild mannered guy, sort of like Clark Kent without the leotards and cape.  Even though I'm mile mannered, I'm not the submissive type, but I put up with Amy's nagging because I loved the sex.  I figured that it was the price I had to pay to get a good piece of ass, but it wore on me as time went on, if you know what I mean.

After putting up with her behavior for several years, I began to challenge her more often.  This led to some knock-down-drag-out fights (verbal, not physical).  The fights were draws, but, in reality, we both lost.  She began to use sex as a means to attempt to control me by withholding it when I disagreed with her.  Since our disagreements seemed endless, we got to the point where we hardly ever fucked.  I became frustrated with the fights as well as the lack of sex.  I finally came to the conclusion that something had to change, either a divorce or a major change in her behavior (of course, there was nothing wrong with me).  I realized that changing her behavior would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, therefore, I began to contemplate divorce more seriously.

Another option was for me to find a lover outside of my marriage, but I initially rejected that because I felt that it would complicate things if I did decide to get a divorce.  Besides, I didn't know of any hot candidates at the time.  The five women that I worked with were all at least 10 years older than I was, married with kids, and somewhat unattractive, definitely not my type.

One evening, during these troubled times, an unexpected visitor rang our doorbell.  Amy got up to answer it, opened the door and jumped backwards as she gasped loudly.  I looked up to see a man step inside, and Amy recover from her initial shock to give him a big hug.

"Oh, Kevin!  What a surprise!  I don't believe it's really you.  How did you find me?  Oh my god, how long has it been?"  She kept on firing the questions, not giving him a chance to answer.  I noticed that she was smiling and radiant, obviously very pleased to see him.

I heard him finally get a word in edgewise.  He told her that he had heard some time ago that she lived in the area.  When he got transferred here, he had called her parents, and they willingly gave him her address.

I never did like her parents.

"Well, I'm glad you did, it's so good to see you again.  Come on in and sit down, can I get you a drink?"

She took him by the hand and led him to the couch, which was on the other side of the room from where I sat.  I wondered if she would ever get around to introducing us.  She seemed to have lost sight of the fact that I was even in the room.

"I'll have a beer if you don't mind," he responded to her question, turned and looked me, saw the puzzled look on my face, and smirked at me.

Already I didn't like him.

Neither of us said a word, but that smirk was unnerving.  Amy returned with the beer, noticed us staring at one another, and finally said, "oh my gosh!  I'm sorry Kevin, I forgot to introduce you to my husband.  Kevin this is Tim.  Honey, Kevin is an old high school friend of mine."

"We were more that just friends, Amy, I'm sure you told old Tim here all about what a hot romance we had going back then, didn't you?"

Amy blushed, regained her composure and said, "well, not really, some of it was too hot to repeat."  She chuckled as if that was some sort of inside joke.  Kevin also laughed.

I saw no humor in it at all.

"You're damned right!  It was hot, wasn't it?  I miss those good old days, don't you Amy?"

'What the hell was this asshole trying to pull?  He sure has balls to come into my house and tell me how hot my wife was with him back in high school.'  I thought, as I began to get hot myself, under the collar.

Amy looked at me, noticed my discomfort and decided to torment me even more.  "Oh, those were some fun times, I'll tell you.  I'll surely never forget them."

"Fun times!  Girl, it hasn't been that long to have clouded your memory.  Those were some FUCKING GREAT times," he bellowed, just before he burst out laughing.

I was just about to lose it when I noticed that Amy was getting a bit uncomfortable herself.  She wanted to torment me, but not to the extent that Kevin had done.  "Yes we had some good times, but that's all behind us now.  So tell me, Kevin, are you married?"

"Yes, about two years now.  Janet's a real doll, she was runner up to Miss Ohio three years ago, yeah, a real looker.  Unfortunately, she's not as adventurous as you are, or were," he said as he smirked at me again.

Amy blushed again.  I had become extremely upset by Kevin's arrogant, obnoxious attitude and his insinuations regarding his past with Amy.  I glared back at him and sized him up, figuring that if it ever came to blows between us, I wanted to assess my chances in advance.  I concluded that it would be a pretty even fight, as he was very close to me in size and build.  I thought that I might have an advantage because of my martial arts training, but then, I had no idea of how skilled he may have been.

As upset as I was, I kept my mouth shut and listened for another hour or so before Kevin finally left.  Amy was so happy to have seen and talked with Kevin again, she was almost giddy, as he had obviously brought out the best in her.

She came over to me, snuggled up and began to get playful, as if she wanted to fuck.  I, still being pissed, played hard to get, but she finally won out and we went off to the bedroom, her hand on my cock and my hand on her ass.

As was the usual, Amy took charge, she hurriedly undressed me, and I her.  She then pushed me down on my back on the bed, sucked my cock until it was rock hard, then mounted me.  I slid into her cunt as easily as I ever had, because she was wetter than I could ever remember her being.  'Kevin really has her turned on, I should thank him for getting her this wet.  Then again, maybe not, I seriously dislike the arrogant prick.'

My thoughts quickly turned away from Kevin and to the pleasure that I was receiving from Amy.  She moved her luscious body up and down, up and down until she began to cum.  She tensed up, vigorously sped up the fucking motion, and screamed in ecstasy as her pussy clamped onto my cock.  Just as she began to recover from her orgasm, I shot my load deep into her pussy.  When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto my chest.

That sexual revival was short lived, we fucked again the next night, but with far less intensity, then nothing for several weeks.

It was within a couple of weeks after the night that Kevin had visited that I began to notice a change in Amy, first off, she joined and became involved in some Women's Club, which met two nights a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, or so she told me.  On those two nights, she dressed unusually provocative for a Woman's Club meeting, and came home very late, after I was already asleep.

However, it didn't take long for me to become suspicious, and my suspicions centered on good-old Kevin.  Upon arriving at the conclusion that Amy was fucking Kevin behind my back, I became very upset, not so much because of her cheating, but because she was getting fucked and I wasn't.  She didn't seem to care about me one bit, I had needs too, you know.  After thinking about it, I decided that Amy's affair could provide the answer to my marital problems.  I felt that if I could get proof of her infidelity, I would be able to obtain a quick and painless divorce and move on to greener pastures.

Even though the signs were there, I had no real proof that she was even fucking around, let alone with Kevin.  I didn't know where else to start, so I began rummaging around in her dresser drawers.  Way in the back, underneath her neatly folded panties, I found a small address book.  I leafed through it, and the only unusual entry that I found was a listing for a 'K' under the T's.  I focused on that entry, wrote the number down and replaced the address book.

Thursday arrived, and after dinner Amy proceeded to get dressed, and then left for her 'Woman's Club' meeting.

I waited about 30 minutes, then dialed the number that I had found in Amy's address book.

"Hello," came this sweet sounding female voice.

I decided to use a false name, "hi, my name's Jay, and I'm looking for a Kevin, but I don't know his last name.  Do I have the right number?"

"My husband's name is Kevin, Kevin Taylor, but he's not at home right now, may I take a message?"

"No thanks, I'm always on the go, but I would like to talk to him, what evenings would give me the best chance of catching him at home?"

"Most evenings, except Tuesdays and Thursdays, he bowls those nights."

'He sure does!  Makes good use of his balls, anyway,' I thought.

"Just to be sure I have the right Kevin, I wonder, have you two recently moved into town from Toledo?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Were you, by any chance, a runner-up Miss Ohio a few years back?"

She chuckled, and responded, "yes, I was, three years ago."

The fact that I knew something about she and Kevin put her at ease and I continued the conversation, found out her name was Janet and quickly determined that she was a very charming and witty person.  She seemed to find me amusing, as she laughed at most of my feeble attempts at humor.  We talked for over 30 minutes before hanging up.  It was a very pleasant conversation, which I enjoyed very much.  I also took an immediate liking to Janet, she seemed to be a very nice, interesting and friendly person.

After Amy had left the house the following Tuesday, I watched which way she turned leaving the driveway, ran out to my car, video camera in hand, and took off after her.  I caught sight of her at the first red light, about a mile from our house.  I stayed far enough back so that she wouldn't spot me, and followed her to the local shopping mall.  She pulled off into a far corner of the parking lot, sat in the car and waited.  I parked behind another car, where I could see her, but she couldn't see me.  I waited for about 5 minutes when I saw another car pull up next to hers, using the zoom lens, I taped her as she got out of her car and into the other.  I couldn't see the driver, but I was able to follow the car to a small motel about 10 miles away.

I parked across the street and watched and taped, as the driver, whom I immediately recognized as Kevin, got out of the car and went into the office.  Five minutes later he came out and pulled his car in front of Unit #5.  I continued to tape as they both got out of the car and went into the unit.  I felt a lump in my throat and a lead balloon in my stomach as I watched the two of them enter the motel room.  As many problems as Amy and I had, I still felt some affection for her, and seeing her with another man, knowing that she was going to be fucking him, had its impact on me.

I stayed there feeling sorry for myself for a short while.  As I collected my thoughts, I began to think about the possibilities of being free again, and that cheered me up a bit.  Having gathered enough evidence to confirm my suspicions, I drove back home.

As soon as I got into the house, I called Janet, "hi Janet, its Jay."

"Oh, hi Jay, good to hear your voice again.  But you know what, I asked Kevin if he knew a Jay, and he said he didn't.  Maybe you have the wrong Kevin after all?"

"No, Janet, I have the right Kevin, but I haven't been completely honest with you.  It's you that I wanted to talk to, not Kevin, and my name isn't Jay, its Tim.  I had a strong suspicion, and needed to confirm that Kevin was out on Tuesday and Thursday nights.  I happen to know something about him that you probably don't, but I don't want to talk about it over the phone.  Could you possibly meet me for a drink, tonight?"

"I can't do that, I don't know you.  Why did you lie about your name, and what do you mean you know something about Kevin?

"I can understand you not wanting to meet a stranger, but we can meet in a very public place, like maybe Denny's for a cup of coffee, or a milkshake?"

"No, I'm sorry, I just can't do that, Kevin wouldn't approve."

It appeared that I wasn't going to be able to convince her to meet me unless I piqued her interest with some additional information.  "Janet, I didn't want to tell you anything over the phone, but if that's what its going to take to convince you to meet me, I will.  I met Kevin a little over a month ago when he just showed up at my front door unannounced.  It seems that he and my wife were an item in high school, and he decided to look her up.  He just popped in one evening and proceeded to make inappropriate comments about their prior relationship, in an obvious attempt to embarrass me.  I felt that he was totally out of line, and he pissed me off royally.  Shortly after that meeting, I began to suspect that Amy was up to something, and I believe that it's Kevin that she's up to it with."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I wish I were, but it seems Amy has suddenly joined a Woman's Club which meets two nights a week, and you guessed it, Tuesdays and Thursdays."

She paused, and I could swear that I could hear the gears turning, "oh my God!  Now that I think about it, Kevin has..."  She stopped abruptly, paused for a few more seconds, seemingly trying to sort out what I had told her, plus some information that she had added to the mix on her own, "damn, that bastard!  I'll bet he's...Is it that Denny's over on the corner of Maple and Main?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there in 20 minutes."  Click, she hung up.

I hopped in my car and drove to Denny's, parked and waited.  I didn't know what she looked like, but I sat in my car waiting for a single, attractive woman to show up.  Finally, I spotted a woman that looked like it could have been her.  I got out of my car and caught up to her at the entrance to the restaurant.

"Janet?"

She turned, smiled and said, "yes, Jay, uh Tim, I presume?"

"Yes, I'm Tim."  I smiled, as I looked her over, she was absolutely gorgeous!  'What a fool that Kevin is, I'll trade him any day,' I thought to myself.

Denny's wasn't crowded and we were able to find a booth that afforded us some degree of privacy.  We sat and sipped on a couple of chocolate shakes as I told her everything that I had found out to date.  I could see that she was getting more and more pissed, as I relayed the information.  When I told her about following them to the motel, she lost it.

"That son-of-a-bitch, just who in the hell does he think he is, fucking someone else behind my back.  Why I ought to..." She stopped in mid-sentence, looked at me and smiled.  "Why am I getting so pissed off?  You're a good-looking, sexy  guy who's probably as horny as I am.  Why don't you and I get it on while they're busy with each other?"

I grinned from ear to ear, not believing my good fortune, "you took the words right out of my mouth, my place or yours?"

"Yours will do."

We got up, paid the check, and went to my house in my car.  When we got there it was already late and we knew that we didn't have much time, but we made the most of it.  We kissed passionately as we tore each other's clothes off and fucked like bunnies for the better part of an hour.

I first bent her over the back of the living room couch and fucked her pussy from the rear.  We made our way up to the bedroom, where she sucked on my pussy juice and cum laden cock until I was hard again.  I then jumped up between her legs and fucked her missionary style until we both came.  It was one of the best, and most satisfying, sexual experiences that I had ever had.  She was absolutely fantastic.  As good as Amy was, Janet was better, and I told her so.  She told me that Kevin couldn't hold a candle to me, she just loved the way I fucked, which made me feel pretty good, and a bit smug, too.  'Kevin, old boy, you can have that bitch of a wife of mine, I'll take yours anytime.'

As I was taking Janet back to her car at Denny's, I couldn't help but notice the satisfied smile on her face as we told each other, once again, how much we enjoyed the experience, and made plans for Thursday.  I dropped her off and followed her home, just to make sure she got there without incident.  The house was dark, therefore, I presumed that Kevin hadn't returned before us.  I barely made it back home before I heard Amy's car pull into the garage.  I quickly disrobed and jumped into bed, and pretended to be asleep.  I made sure to cover the big, smug, satisfied grin that was permanently etched on my face with the sheet.

The next time Janet and I got together, the following Thursday, we had more time and I took full advantage to make love to her the way a beautiful, sensuous woman like she deserved, and she responded wonderfully.

This time, she invited me to her house, and I found her waiting for me at the door wearing a sexy baby doll nightie, and nothing else.  My cock was hard with anticipation, and when I saw her, I almost came in my pants, she was sooo fucking beautiful, and sexy.

I took her in my arms and pressed my lips to hers, passionately expressing my lust for her.  She returned my passion with open mouth and probing tongue.  She began unbuttoning my shirt, and rubbing her hands on my chest, tweaking my nipples every once in awhile.  After she had my shirt completely off, she dropped to her knees, finished undoing my pants and pulled them and my briefs down to my ankles in one motion.  My hard cock sprang out, and hit her in the cheek, as she giggled and engulfed it into her mouth.  She sucked and licked with an expertise and enthusiasm that I had never before experienced, until I felt the reservoir about to burst.  "I-I'm going to cum, uhhh, ohhh, God!"  I grunted as I shot my load into her mouth, spurt after spurt.  She took it all, swallowed, smiled, opened up and showed me her empty mouth.

I reached down, pulled her to her feet, kissed her passionately once again.  I moved her to the couch, sat her on the edge, knelt in front of her and attacked her pussy with my mouth and tongue.  I licked the length of her slit several times before I touched her clit.  She gasped as I flicked it a few times with my tongue before taking it between my lips and sucking it with abandon.  She was obviously enjoying my oral assault as much as I had enjoyed hers.  "Ohhhh, yesss, Uhhhh, suck me!  Yesss, suck my clit!"  She grabbed me by the hair and tried to stuff my entire head into her pussy as she came.  I eased up on the clit as she was convulsing and screaming in orgasmic pleasure.  I continued to lightly flick it with my tongue, and she continued to orgasm for several minutes, before she exploded into an even bigger one.  This time she grabbed my head and shoved it into her crotch so hard and for so long that I thought that I was going to suffocate, but she finally let up, pushed my head away from her cunt, and I gasped to get my breath back.

I got up off my knees and sat next to her on the couch, putting my arms around her and pulled her close.  She opened her eyes, looked directly into mine, smiled, and said, "my God!  That was the most incredible experience of my life.  You're one helluva pussy eater."

"I merely returned the favor, after you had given me my most incredible blow-job ever."

"Please, don't ever stop doing me, I love your touch, I love your tongue and I love your cock.  I've been thinking of nothing but you and your cock for two days, now your tongue will also take its rightful place in my thoughts.  I still can't believe how good that felt.  I've never, ever cum like that."

She was very sincere, and I loved every word, my chest swelled as she made me feel like the greatest stud in the world.  She leaned over, kissed me, then began to lick my face.

"Ummm, my pussy juices taste pretty good, did you like them?"

"Loved them, you taste better than anyone I've ever tasted, I want more."

"Not before you fuck me, no, don't just fuck me, make love to me, now please."

I laid her down on the couch, spread her legs, positioned myself between them and slowly pushed my hot rod into her love channel.  I began to slowly thrust in and out and she met every thrust with a surge of her hips.  She moaned with each thrust, almost as if she had a mini orgasm each time.  It wasn't long before I could feel myself building to another orgasm.  "I'm going to cum,.ughhh, ughhh, oh yeah!"

"ohhh, yesss,  I'm cuming too!"  She moaned and screamed as she too erupted in an orgasm.

I came just as she was screaming, and tried my damndest to shove my cock up into the back of her throat as I thrust my hips forward as far and as hard as I could.  We convulsed together and held onto each other for dear life.

When we came back down to earth, we looked lovingly into each other's eyes and just smiled.  Words were totally unnecessary, we both felt as if we had just experienced the most special and loving event of our lives, and conveyed that message to each other with our eyes.

Janet and I held each other and talked for an hour before making love one more time.  I waited until what I judged to be the last minute before I finally left for home.

Our unique four-way, spousal exchange went on for two months with no indication of Amy or Kevin suspecting a thing.  Janet and I were thoroughly enjoying each other's company, as well as our bodies, and getting to know one another in the process.  I began calling her at work during our lunch hour, just to chat.  I knew that I was falling in love, and I felt that she was too.

Janet had told me that she hadn't had sex with Kevin since that first night that we had gotten together.  She also told me that he was getting extremely frustrated and angry with her for putting him off, but she had no intention of ever fucking him again.  I chuckled at the news, Kevin's indiscretion with Amy had gotten him into this situation, and he was paying the price.  Janet was more woman than Amy could ever hope to be, and I loved her dearly.  I, in turn, informed her that I hadn't fucked Amy, either, and had no intention of ever doing so again.

Amy, unlike Kevin, didn't seem to care that we hadn't fucked in months, apparently Kevin was keeping her satisfied.  My overall mood and outlook on life had changed dramatically in those two months.  Instead of being moody and upset, I was jovial and happy.  My jovial mood got the best of Amy's curiosity, as one day, when she was in one of her many bitchy moods, she snapped, "what the fuck are you always so Goddamned happy about?"

Amy had tormented me so much with her bitchy, domineering, behavior over the years that I decided to get some measure of revenge.  "I'm just enjoying life, is there anything wrong with that?"

"No, but knowing what a pervert you are and we haven't fucked in ages, why would you be enjoying life?"

"You're not the only fish in the sea," I responded with a smirk on my face.

Her face became flushed and she looked at me in disbelief, as it finally hit her that I might be getting some pussy on the side, "what?  I-I mean, who, why?"

"The who is for me to know.  The why is that I know all about your affair with Kevin, and could care less.  Fucking that asshole behind my back just gave me the push I needed to take my sex, and my love, life into my own hands, and they no longer include you."

Her face changed from the flushed, rose hue to an ashen white.  She was even more dumbfounded, and for the first time, she showed concerned about where our marriage was headed.  She had apparently convinced herself that she could fuck around, keep it from me, and come back to a stable marriage any time she wanted.  However, my revelation had placed some major doubt in her mind about being able to come back to the stable marriage, and she appeared to be frightened.

"I-I mean, how, why didn't you say anything?"

"ME?  What was it that you expected me to say?  The big question is, why did you decide to cheat on me and fuck Kevin?"

"I-I don't know, he's so sexy, so persuasive, we had such great times back in high school.  Honey, I don't love him, I love you.  I won't see him again, we can work this out, can't we?"

"Not likely, the damage is too great, besides, I like my love life, and my love interest, right now and I'm not willing to give it, or her, up."

"B-but, what about us?"

"Did you think of us when you first started fucking Kevin?  I think not.  No, sweetheart, when you decided to do Kevin, you fucked our relationship up for good.  It's not that it was so great at the time, but your affair was the straw that broke the camel's back.  It gave me the impetuous I needed to move on to a new relationship of my own.  There's no going back now, we both need to move forward, and that means moving apart."

Tears began to swell in her eyes as she realized that she had grossly misjudged me.  "I'm sorry for what I did with Kevin, I'll stop if you will, please, honey, please."

I felt that she was very vulnerable at that point, and I may have even been able to assume the dominant role in our relationship, but it was too late.  I had already fallen in love with Janet, and I wasn't about to give her up.

"Sorry, but I'm not willing to stop, I'm perfectly happy right now, as you've already noticed.  I'm getting much better sex than I've ever had, and I don't have to put up with your bitchy, domineering behavior.  You and Kevin deserve and can have one another."

Her tears turned into full scale sobbing as she realized that all was lost.

When she calmed down, I made her a proposition, "I have enough video tape evidence of your affair that has given my lawyer confidence that I could get everything in a divorce settlement.  However, I'm willing to give you half of all of our assets if you'll be willing to testify, if necessary, that you have been having an affair with Kevin."

"Why?  I don't understand, if you have the evidence, why do you need me to testify?"

"I need you to testify in Janet and Kevin's divorce, but only if necessary.  I want to see that Janet sticks him good, takes him for everything he's got."

Her eyes lit up as if the light bulb in her brain had just illuminated.  "Janet?  So you've been fucking Kevin's wife?"

I smirked, but said nothing as I watched her expression change from wonderment to humor, as she smiled, then back to sorrow as she began to cry again.

She calmed down quickly.  "So, you want to stick it to old Kevin, do you?  Well, I don't love him, and he is an arrogant prick.  You probably won't believe it, but I was ready to break our affair off anyway, the sex wasn't even that great any more.  It's really ironic isn't it?"

"I'd say so," I replied, with a huge grin on my face.

I did feel a little remorse for Amy, but she's the one who cheated and provided me with the excuse I needed to find a lover of my own.  Who could have predicted that I'd fall in love so quickly, but as someone much wiser than I has already said, "that's the way the cookie crumbles."

I immediately called Janet, "hi, love, can you talk?"

"For a minute, Kevin's upstairs in the bathroom."

"Well, I told Amy everything, she's willing to give me an uncontested divorce, and she's also willing to testify that she and Kevin were having an affair, if you need her to do so."

"Wonderful!  I'll tell the cheating asshole as soon as he gets out of the bathroom.  You know, he's really getting belligerent about not getting any sex from me.  I'm glad we can get everything out in the open, and move on.  Here he comes, love you, and talk to you later."  Click.

Twenty minutes later, the phone rings.  "Hello, Tim, oh Tim!"

It was Janet, and she was sobbing, "please leave quickly, Kevin's on his way over there to beat you up, he's so pissed."

"He didn't hurt you in any way, did he?"

"No, it's you he's focused his anger on, so please be careful."

"Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself.  It's he that ought to be concerned about his health."

"Are you sure, I'm so worried about you."

"Janet, I love you, and no matter whether Kevin beats the shit out of me or not, nothing will change.  We'll still get our divorces and marry, OK?"

"OK, I love you, please take care of yourself."

"I love you too, but don't worry, I'll be all right."

I sat and waited for Kevin to show up.  I'll admit that I was very nervous, not frightened, but nervous.  Soon I heard a car pull into the driveway and I proceeded out the front door.  I sure as hell didn't want any of my furniture busted up, so if there was to be a fight, I wanted it to take place outside.

I moved down the steps to the sidewalk and waited as Kevin hopped out of his car and rushed over to me.  "You Goddamn son-of-a-bitch, I'm going to knock your fucking head off," he shouted as he lunged and threw a roundhouse right, aimed at my head.

I easily ducked and hit him a solid right to the midsection, as I quickly assessed that anybody that would wind up and throw a roundhouse punch like he did, didn't have any martial arts or boxing training, therefore, my confidence level jumped up a couple of notches.

I stunned him a little with my first blow and he backed off, "what's the fucking idea of screwing my wife?"  He shouted hoarsely, as he gasped for breath.

My anger increased at the gall he displayed, and I echoed his question with one of my own, "what's the fucking idea of screwing my wife?"

He didn't have an answer for that, but his anger hadn't subsided.  He approached me again, more cautiously, but still with fire in his eyes.  He lunged and tried to get me in a bear hug, but I sidestepped the lunge and hit him with a chop on the side of the neck.  That blow, in combination with his momentum, put him down on his knees.  My own anger had built to the point where I intended to show him no mercy, as I approached him, I grabbed a fistful of hair in my left hand, lifted his head and threw a fierce right knee to his unprotected face, and bloodied his nose.  My knee hurt like hell, but with the adrenaline flowing, I didn't give a damn.

I backed off, as he appeared to be hurt, and waited for his next move.  He began to cuss me some more, and as he got himself up off the ground, I moved in and hit him with a fist in the mid-section, putting him back down on his ass.  I watched, as he appeared to be trying to assess the situation from his position on the ground.  He looked up at me, blood flowing out of his nose, and I saw the defeated look in his eyes.  The battle was over, and I was the victor.

The fight being over, my adrenaline levels tapered off and my mood lightened considerable.  'The good guy has triumphed over the bad guy, just like in the movies.  Maybe I ought to get him a black hat before I throw him off my property,' I thought to myself and chuckled.

I helped him to his feet, unsteady as he was, and shoved him toward his car.  "Get the fuck off my property and don't ever come back.  If I ever see you again, I won't be so kind as to show any mercy."

As he turned toward his car, I added, "another thing, if you give Janet any trouble, you'll answer to me, understand?"

I heard him mumble something, which I took as understanding and acceptance of my threat, as he stumbled into his car, and drove off.

In the year that followed, Amy and I got an uncontested divorce, we split everything, as we had agreed.  Kevin tried to fight Janet's divorce action, but Amy's testimony and the video tape proved to be evidence enough to thwart his attempt at keeping most of his assets.  Janet received the house, the furniture, her car and the bulk of their joint savings, essentially everything he had.

Janet and I were married within a month after her divorce became final.  We sold both houses, and with the equity we received we placed a down payment on a bigger one of our own, and began planning a family expansion.  We had a great time carrying out those plans, fucking like minks, and loving every minute of it.

Amy and I remained on speaking terms after the divorce, and she subsequently met another guy and remarried almost a year after Janet and I.  I can only guess that he's much more submissive than I ever was, as they seem quite happy together.

Kevin was often seen at one or more of the local watering holes, where he seemed to be spending most of his time trying unsuccessfully to drown his sorrow in the sauce.

In conclusion, Amy's indiscretion, her affair with Kevin, turned out good for three out of the four of us, Kevin being the exception.  It certainly was my salvation, as Janet and I are unbelievably happy together.

I had no idea that married life could be this good!


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