Preemptive Strike

No sex in this one:

It was Friday night, and I was trying to talk my wife out of going on a date with some guy who had a big dick. While Jesse was putting on her make-up, I was begging her not to go.

"I really need this, Jack. Next year we'll be working on our family, and it will be too late."

"Jesse, if you go out that door, there will be no 'us" to start a family."

"Are you threatening me Jack? You're really becoming annoying. I can't believe you're giving me such a hard time with this. I'll come back tomorrow, you'll forgive me, and everything will be the same. Now get out of my sight and go downstairs and have your little pity party."

Before I left our bedroom, I dumped some ground up sleeping pills into her wine. That wasn't plan 'A' which was trapped in a huge traffic jam on the interstate. But I had to keep her from leaving.

I heard a slight thump from our room, and I found Jesse half on and half off our bed. Feeling incredibly guilty, I got her out of dress and the sexy bra and panty set I never saw before. While changing her underwear, I saw that she had shaved her pussy, something she would never do for me.

Looking at the way she had dressed herself, I realized I may have stopped her from actually fucking the guy, but she had already broken our wedding vows and my heart.

It was time to put my revised plans into play. Jesse never locked her phone, so I've been following the plans for tonight for a couple of weeks. The instigator was Stephanie, who was the biggest slut in our high school. Jesse and Stephanie never traveled in the same circles in high school, and I was surprised they became friends when they started working together.

In the morning, I heard Jesse begin to stir and I headed to our room to give her a drink of water. She was very confused, so I invited her to the kitchen for some coffee.

"What happened last night Jack, I remember getting dressed to go out, and then I woke up and I'm in my sleeping clothes."

"I didn't want you to go get laid and I didn't think you were taking my protest seriously. Unfortunately, my original plan got tied up in accident, so I had to improvise, and I drugged you."

"You fucking drugged me Jack, do you know how fucked up that is. You were talking about an end to us, and you just made it happen." Jesse was stomping around the kitchen cursing me.

And then the doorbell rang, and Jesse was served with the divorce papers my lawyer drew up. She opened the envelope and collapsed in a chair.

"Jesse, my plan had been to present you with the divorce papers last night hoping you would realize how serious I was. But the process server was tied up in a serious accident.

"How did you know before last night, it would take days to have these prepared."

"I own our cell phones and have a right to see all your text messages. By happenstance, I saw a text from Stefanie say that Mr. Bigfoot will take your ass on Friday. I'll admit I couldn't believe it, my lovely wife was planning on cheating on me. The rest of the text messages proved what your intentions were."

"Originally, I was just using the threat of divorce to try and keep you from breaking our marriage vows, but after seeing how you prepared yourself for him, I realized that you had already broken the vows and my heart. Go find a lawyer. The women in your little Big Foot club are all being served as we speak. Us husbands are sharing the same lawyer, maybe you guys can."

"Jack, there's children involved."

"Whose fault is that? At first, I blamed Stephanie but as I read through the texts, I don't think anyone tried to stop what was going down."

Jesse's mother Marge barged into the house. I had been expecting her. "Where's that shit stain slut I use to call my daughter?"

Jesse said, "Mom, he drugged me."

"Who do you think gave him the sleeping pills slut? I have never been so embarrassed by one of my children. Embarrassed isn't the right word, fucking horrified is more like it."

"Mom, I just wanted one fling before Jack and I started a family."

Marge backslapped her daughter hard, "How's that for a fling."

"Go pack a bag, I don't want Jack to have to look at you any longer than necessary," said Marge.

"But I don't want to leave my house or my husband, I love you, Jack."

"Play her the tape Jack."

I hit play on my phone, "Are you threatening me Jack? You're really becoming annoying. I can't believe you're giving me such a hard time with this. I'll come back tomorrow, you'll forgive me, and everything will be the same. Now get out of my sight and go downstairs and have your little pity party."

"Now why would Jack want any woman sitting at his table, who would talk to him like that? He was desperately trying to save his marriage. Now go get your shit."

Jesse went to pack some clothes while Marge continued to berate her. They came back into the kitchen; Marge was carrying the clothes and underwear that Jesse was wearing for her night out with Mr. Bigfoot.

"Burn these Jack, there had been a hope in the back of my mind that maybe we got it wrong. Obviously, what the slut was wearing... "

I walked over to Jesse, I didn't know what she thought I was going to do, but there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Until I pulled off her wedding and engagement rings.

"Jesse, I never want to see or hear from you again."

Marge pulled her out of the house, warning her to stay away from her father.

It was years before I would even consider dating. Even then, sitting across from my date I would hear, "get out of my sight and go downstairs and have your little pity party."

Things shifted when I met Liz. I had returned to serious bike riding with some marathons and mountain biking. It was a charity event when I ran over Liz as she swerved to miss a squirrel. I took her hand to help her up and a little voice in my head said, "oh no, here we go again."

I had difficulty putting myself out there, but Liz was patient.

On the fifth anniversary of our divorce, Jesse and her party passed me in a restaurant. She recognized me long before I recognized her. She looked like shit carrying an extra 30 pounds and seemed 20 years older.

"Hi Jack" she said with a big smile. "How are you doing."

"Great Jesse, by the way, we had dinner with your parents yesterday and they are doing good. I think your mother stopped aging."

"You had dinner with my parents?"

"Yes, we remained very close after the divorce."

While Jesse was looking dumbfounded, Liz handed me our son. I introduced Jesse to my wife Liz and our son Mike."

"I don't understand why your son insists on sending shit all the way up his back every day. If you guys will excuse me for a minute, I have some unfinished business in the lady's room."

"Liz's parents were killed in a car accident a decade ago and with my parents in Florida, your parents quickly volunteered to fill the grandparent role. I love watching your father crawl around the floor with Mike."

Liz returned and suggested I get Mike buckled in his car seat, so I said goodbye to Jesse.

"Jesse, in some ways I would like to thank you for fucking over Jack. I thank god every day that he is in my life. Other times I want to kick your ass for fucking him over. It took a year and a lot of counseling to get him to open up on what happened to you two. He spent an hour crying in my arms telling me about your date with Mr. Bigfoot. Now, excuse me while I go join two of the most magnificent men on the planet."

"And Jesse, I'm a nurse and that's a herpes sore on your lip. You should have that checked out."