My Bros Didn't Like Cheaters Either

My Bros Don't Like Cheaters Either

"Hey bro!"

"Hey, Rusty!"

"I haven't seen you in ages, Babe. Nice haircut. When did you start shaving your head."

"A few months ago."

"So, how is life?"

"Life's been better. My company is doing really good."

"I haven't seen you since the wedding."

"That was a great party!"

"So how is life not better. Don't tell me you and the little lady are at odds."

"Yeah. I think she is sneaking around on me. I've been having some funny feelings and things between us have been strained."

"Shit! She seemed like a keeper too."

"I thought so too or I wouldn't have married her."

"You never did seem like the marrying kind, until you met her."

"Yeah, she was supposed to be 'The One', but now I don't know."

"Look, you know that you still have a lot of friends from the day. Do you want us to check things out for you?"

"I didn't even think about that. It has been so long since I even thought about the old days."

"I understand. But we still talk about you, now and then. You should come down to the bar and hang out once in a while, and maybe rekindle some relationships. You know after all we went through, you still have brothers in arms."

"I'll stop by tonight. She is probably 'working late' again."

"See you later, Babe."

I walked out of the grocery store and headed for my car. When I got inside, I took a deep breath and went over the things that I thought were dead giveaways. She had cut back our sex from 3-4 times a week to that many times a month. I started tracking our sex life when I saw that she had shaved her pussy. I always loved that hairy muff of hers. I was also up to eleven weeks where she had not told me she loved me.

Her normal response when I told her I loved her was to say, "I love you more." Over the past eleven weeks her response was now "I know you do". We used to touch all the time. When we walked in the grocery store I'd brushed her hip or bottom with my hand and she would do the same. Now, she doesn't even go shopping with me.

I got home to an empty house. Yeah, she was working late, again. I put the groceries away and then I paused for a few minutes before going out to the garage. My bike had been in there for a few weeks. The realization that my marriage was going away caused me to park the thing.

I opened the garage door and backed it out. When I was clear of the garage, and its ability to amplify sound, I jumped up and came down hard to kick start my good old Harley. Riding down the street and feeling the wind in my hair felt really invigorating, well it would have if I still had hair.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the bar, some of the guys were in the lot and began to cheer. I parked the bike and was immediately surrounded by my friends. No that is not right, they greeted me like the brothers that they are. We had all made it through at least two, most of us three, deployments in Afghanistan where we had each other's backs day and night.

We were all in a transport battalion and my closest friends were the guys that rode together with me in the first Hummer in the convoys we guarded. I was usually in the turret with the.50 cal. I was the one who look for the IED's and I was usually the first to spot any incoming fire. The other guys were the drivers of the trucks. We carried ammo to forward bases. We carried building supplies to towns and villages that the Taliban had devastated.

I stepped to the bar and was promptly shot down by my bros when I tried to order a drink from Lois, the bar maid and the owner of "I'd Tap It". She was also a rider, and a vet, and still a looker. In the days before the wedding she had done her best to go to bed with me, but I was faithful to my fiancé.

"I like the shaved head. That big old scar is very sexy. I'd be happy to show you how sexy."

"Thanks, Lois, but I'm still a married guy."

"Damn! Well Babe, your money is no good here tonight!" Lois smiled, crushed her breasts against me with a tight hug, and kissed my cheek.

"Oh, come on. I don't want you guys to run up a couple of hundred bucks in beer tabs." I said to the guys after Lois let me go.

"Oh! Like you can drink beer like the real men!" Rusty said.

"Hey, I may have been gone but I did not become a lightweight. I could drink y'all under the table then and I still can."

"Oh Babe! It is on!" He said, with a welcoming smack on the back.

The rest of the men all laughed and hugged each other. After a few beers, my boy Rusty pulled me off to the side.

"Hey! Y'all get the next round. Me and Babe gotta dump some of this rented beer."

"Oh look, the ladies are going to the potty together."

The bros laughed at that one.

"We thought you guys broke up when we got back in the world."

Another threw that one.

"Yeah, yeah. Have our beer ready when we get back and don't roofie it this time or I'm going after YOUR asses!" Rusty waved them a one finger salute and laughed.

He took my arm and pulled me with him, as we walked to the far end of the building and into the men's room. We walked in and went to the urinals, where I pulled my penis out and began to pee. Rusty looked at me and smiled.

"Nice dick!"

"Fucker."

I shook my head at the punch line of our favorite joke and replied quietly.

"The offer I made today still stands. I have not mentioned it to anyone. Do you want me to have the guys check on her?"

"Yeah. I need to know for sure and if I am right I need to get out of my marriage."

"OK. I'll talk to Scat and get him on it."

"Let him know that I am good for any costs."

"Yeah, and if you shake it more than twice you're playing with it. Brothers don't charge money for favors."

"Thanks, Rusty."

He made the point of shaking his dick about twenty times and moaned a few times, dramatically.

"Shit head!" I shook my head.

We walked out and went back to drinking and having a good time. After a few hours, I looked at the clock on the wall. It was late, and I figured that she should be home by now. She didn't call me wondering where I was, another sign of our problem. I hugged all of the guys and Rusty and Scat walked out with me.

"Bro, are you good to ride that hog?"

"Yeah Scat. I can still ride."

"Rusty says that you want to find out if your wife is running around. Is that right?"

"Yeah. I'm scared to death to know the truth, but scared to death not to."

"OK. I already got the ball rolling. My company will be on it starting tomorrow. I'll get with you to install surveillance cameras and phone taps at the house."

"Keep track of your costs and I'll cover you."

"Bull shit! You saved my life. I'll always owe you. Every time I look at my wife, son and daughter I'll owe you more."

"Thanks Scat." We hugged.

"Thanks, Rusty." We hugged, and I got on my bike.

I pulled to the house and hit the button on the garage door opened. Her car was there, so I pulled into my spot and killed the motor. As the door closed, I took off my jacket and headed to the door to the house. When I walked in, I was actually hoping that she would be there and be pissed that I was so late.

Instead I found her asleep in bed. I went to the bathroom and took a shower and brushed the beer out of my teeth. I was loud on purpose and she woke up. She rolled over as I walked out of the bathroom and pulled on a t-shirt. She looked at me and seemed to have a question. I stopped and looked at her. In the old days she would have said something about my dick hanging out, tonight she didn't even look at it.

"You're a little late."

"I rode the bike over to the old bar to see the guys. I met Rusty at the grocery store today and he asked me to stop by. It had been a while and the guys were asking about me."

"OK."

"That's it? Just OK?"

"I guess." She rolled over facing away from my side of the bed.

I climbed into bed a put my back to her. I fell asleep praying that Scat would not find anything, but knowing that he would.

Two weeks passed and during that time nothing changed, except, I spent more time in the evenings at the bar with my friends. On the weekend between, I went on an all-day ride with my bros and she refused to come with me, so Lois parked her bike and asked to ride with me. The woman was feeling me up and pinching my nipples.

"Lois, please don't do that. I'm still married."

"OK, Babe. But just so you know. If she is doing you wrong, I'm going to be on you like a bitch in heat."

I smiled wondering if I should be happy or sad at the possibility and the reasons for it.

On the Monday night after the second weekend, I pulled into the bar to watch football with my bros. During half-time Rusty and Scat asked me to join them outside.

"Hey, Babe. I have some stuff for you."

"Scat, is it what I am afraid of?"

"Yes. We have audio and video and pictures of her and her boss."

"Anything else?"

"Actually, yeah. Last Saturday afternoon, she was in a gangbang with seven other guys. They tied her to the bed and did her. She got airtight with all of them."

"Wow. She would never even let me play with her butt. OK, give me the proof and I'll take it from here."

"Babe, you aren't going to do anything stupid are you?"

"Stupid? No. Vicious? Nasty? Vindictive? Maybe."

"Babe don't do anything like that. What you need to do, is talk to Bobber. He is a family lawyer now and he will handle your divorce if that is what you want to do."

"Let me look at the evidence and make a decision."

We hugged, and I rode back to my house. Once in the garage I took out my cell phone and called my boss. I told him that I was having some personal problems and was taking the next two days off. I told him that I'd talk to him later to let him know if I was going to miss any more time. He was not happy, but he understood personal issues and wished me good luck.

I walked into the house and found my wife already in bed. I walked in and turned on the light waking her up. I sat on my side of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"We need to talk."

"At this time of night?"

"Yup."

"What are we talking about?"

"When was the last time you told me that you loved me?"

She looked at me funny.

"What?'

"When was the last time you said "I love you" to me? I told you that this morning. Do you remember your answer?"

"I said 'I love you'."

"No, you didn't. Try again."

"I said 'I love you too'." She shrugged.

"No. You said the same thing you have been telling me for the past four months. You said, 'I know you do'. I started keeping track of this when I saw that you had shaved your pussy. You know I loved your muff. You haven't said 'I love you' in four months."

"What?"

"So, the next question is, do you love me anymore? If you don't, is it because you are cheating on me?"

"What?"

"You seem to have a problem with your answers. Am I not speaking clearly? I asked you if you are cheating on me? Are you doing something other than working on all of those days you are working late? When you didn't want to go on the bike ride a few weeks ago, were you meeting another man?"

"What?"

"Do I need to yell these questions so you can hear them?" I raised my voice.

"I am stunned. How could you ask me something like that?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course."

"Say it."

"What?"

"Never mind." I turned off the light and left the room, closing the door behind me.

I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water and some aspirin. I sat in the kitchen and thought about her actions. After I finished the water I went to our hall closet and pulled out one of our spare pillows and a comforter and laid down on the couch.

I was asleep on the couch in the morning when she got up and came down for breakfast. I got up and went to the bathroom and took a shower. I dressed and when I came down, she had left for work. I went out to my bike and took Scat's package out of my saddlebag. I turned on the TV and pulled out the DVD. I put it in the player and sat there watching my wife fucking her boss and then watching her take on seven men in what I thought was our bed.

I cried for an hour.

I looked at the rest of the contents of the package and found copies of everything with a note from Scat suggesting that I give the copies to her boss's wife. I put everything back in the envelope and sat there, quietly, until my cell phone rang. The caller ID said that it was Scat.

"Hey Scat." I must have sounded really down.

"Hi Babe. I guess you have watched the evidence."

"Just now."

"Not last night?"

"No. Why do you ask that?"

"Because shortly after you got home last night, your wife called her boss and told him that she was afraid that you knew what they were doing."

"I came home and asked her a few questions, then I slept on the couch."

"Well Babe, be aware that she is suspicious that you know."

"Thanks Scat."

"You should call Bobber. He owes you like I do. Go to him before you do anything else. We talked to him last night and he is waiting for your call."

"Fuck a call. I am going to ride over there right now."

"Babe? I'm sorry and I'm here for you and so are your soldiers. Lean on us. Vent on us. If you want to hit something, come over and hit me."

"I love you, Scat. I'm gonna head over there now?"

I gathered up the package and dressed for the road. The bike usually gave me a feeling of freedom as the wind beat against my face. Today it felt like I was being slapped. I pulled into Bobber's parking lot and went into his office. I asked the receptionist if I could see him. She asked my name.

"You can go right in. He told me that you were to come in regardless of what he was doing. You must be a real VIP."

"I'm just a guy. Nothing special."

"Well he thinks you're a VIP and he is the boss. So. Go on in."

I walked in and Bobber rose from behind his desk and hugged me.

"I talked to Scat after you left last night, and I have been putting together some options. Sit down and let's make a plan."

We talked for over an hour and when it was done, I had everything set up. It was all legal and it was all aboveboard and proper. I hugged Bobber and left. I stopped off at the bar for lunch and finalized my own plans.

I returned to work and got back to normal, except for rest of the week I stayed away from her. I slept on the couch and didn't speak to her. She did not work late at all that week and on Friday afternoon I got a call from Scat at work.

"We just caught a call between your wife and her boss. He has been out of town all week and they had a long talk about how to handle the situation. She is going to make nice with you and tell you that she has been wrong and that she is going to fix everything and get your marriage back to where it was. However, as soon as they think you are no longer suspicious they plan to get back together."

"The next time you are going to be gone on a weekend trip she is going to fake being sick and stay home and they are going to meet at your house. He is bringing the handcuffs."

"Handcuffs?"

"You didn't listen to the recordings of their phone calls? They talk a lot about her being tied up and helpless and him taking her ass that way."

"Thanks for the heads up, Scat." I hung up and when I got home that afternoon, she finally broke the silence between us.

"I'd like to talk to you."

"OK, go ahead." I sat on the living room couch.

"Please hear me out. I have been really pissed over what you accused me of. But I had to stop and think about what you said, I realized that I had not been telling you that I loved you and I do. I also went back and looked at my work log and realized that I have been working late three and four times a week and have been for the past four and a half months. I'll stop doing that right now."

"Really?" I faked the sound of hope in my voice.

"Yes. I realized that I have not been a very good wife or even a good partner and I want to change that. We need to sleep together again. We need to make love. We need to rekindle the spark in our marriage. We need to touch each other again. We used to act out our fantasies and maybe we can do that again. I want us to fix this and grow old together."

"That is a nice little speech. It sounded good and rehearsed. You almost sounded like you meant it."

"I did! Mean it, I mean. I'll do anything to undo my part of this mess." She said passionately.

"Let me sleep on it." I began to spread out the comforter and got up to get the pillow out of the closet.

"Aren't you coming to bed?"

"This is my bed. I have been doing a lot of good deep thinking here. What you said is something that I need to really think about. We will talk tomorrow before I take off for my ride with the guys."

"Can I come along?"

"You haven't wanted to come along for the past three rides. I want to go alone and do some more thinking. You can stay home and do what you have been doing... or not."

She looked a bit pissed but smiled and nodded.

"I'll talk to you in the morning."

She turned to go to bed and still didn't say 'I love you'. I turned out the lights after she went up to the bedroom. The plans I'd made were ready. Tomorrow would be the day.

I woke up early and had a text conversation with Scat.

**********

Hey Bro. Any phone calls last night?

Yup. She plans to meet him after you leave for your ride. She is offering him sloppy seconds.

He is in for a surprise.

See you later.

**********

I went to take a shower. My movement woke her and after drying I walked out of the bathroom naked. It was the first time she had seen me naked in weeks.

"I have missed looking at you."

"You didn't seem to care for the past several months."

"I told you last night that I was sorry, and I wanted to fix things. Would you like to do a little fixing this morning?"

"Did you mean it, last night, about doing our fantasy stuff?"

"Yes. I guess so. I mean if your fantasy is to beat me with a bat because I have been such a lousy wife lately I won't go for that."

"I have always wanted to tie you up and fuck you while you were spread eagle. How does that sound?"

"I don't know."

"Come on. You said anything and there is no pain involved. It will give us something to think about the rest of the day."

"What are you going to tie me up with?"

"I have an idea. I was thinking about this last night. Go and take your shower and meet me back on the bed. Naked, please."

I went down to the garage and pulled out some nylon straps with ratchet tighteners and some Velcro strips I used for holding down stuff on the bike. I returned to the bedroom to find my wife still in the shower. I laid the straps cross ways under the bed and then looped the Velcro through the loop ends of the strips. I pulled the strips up and through the slats in the head and foot boards.

When she came out of the shower she smelled great and looked like the woman I'd loved and lusted after for a long time.

"Lay on the bed." She did. I wrapped the Velcro around each wrist. "Is that too tight?"

"No."

I did the same to her ankles and then tightened the ratchets until she was spread wide and couldn't move. Her pussy was looking wet. And it was gaping a bit.

"I'll be right back."

I went down to the living room and grabbed my phone and texted Bobber. Step one. I went back to the bedroom and got some baby oil from the bathroom and began to apply it to her body. I began at her toes and slowly worked my way up each leg and stopped just before I got to her pussy.

Then I did her arms, stopping just before I got to her breasts. She was moaning and squirming. Then I began to apply the oil to her belly and slowly applied in a widening circle until I was rubbing her breasts and around her pussy. When I rubbed over her tits, I spread out my fingers so that they strummed her nipples. They hardened and turned that deep pink I used to love. When I began to work on her pussy and oiled it up and strummed her clit, she had a small orgasm.

My cock was at full attention by now and I used the oil on my hands to lube it up. I slotted my dick into what used to be our warm and furry pussy and without any warm up I drove into her bald cunt. She screamed a bit as I began to hammer her into the mattress. This was not love making, this was retribution for her giving my pussy to other men. I pounded and pounded away until I let go. I buried myself deep and shot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her unfaithful cunt.

After I finished I pulled back out of her.

"I'll be right back."

I ran out the door to be greeted by Bobber and Scat and Rusty. Bobber handed me an envelope and I smiled, but he waved off my attempt at a naked hug. Imagine that! Even from his bro! I ran back up the stairs and into the bedroom with my bros following. She was lying there with my load beginning to drip out of her gash.

"There are a few other things I want to do. I hope you are still comfortable."

"Well that was not the love making I was envisioning."

"Of course not! It had nothing to do with love. That was a good-bye fuck. Here take this."

I put the envelope in her hand and said the words I'd been dreaming of.

"You have been served. And here are my witnesses." Bobber and Scat and Rusty walked in and Scat took a picture of her with the envelope in her hand.

"Now then let me say a few things. First, I hate that you began to shave your pussy, you know whores began shaving so the crabs wouldn't have a place to live. That was the first sign that something was wrong. My bro here Bobber is a lawyer and those are divorce papers. My bro Scat here, the one taking all of the pictures, is a private investigator and is the man who took all of the videos of you and your boss and that gangbang you did on this very bed several weekends ago."

"And finally, my best friend in the world, Rusty. He is the guy with all of the connections. So, I am going to go and take a shower and wash the last of you off of me and then I am going to go for a ride with my bros. The straps are really secure and so you should still be here when your boss shows up to fuck you while I am gone. That was the plan that you made, right, to give him sloppy seconds? Scat we did get that call recorded right?"

"Yes, we did!"

"I'll leave the front door unlocked so he won't have any trouble getting in. I am not going to let you go, because I don't know the safe word you have been using with your lovers."

Now she was pissed. The shock had worn off and she knew that she was well and truly fucked. Scat was still snapping pics of her struggle. I then went to the closet and pulled out all of her clothes and put them in the trash bags that Rusty had retrieved from the kitchen.

"What are you doing? Let me go?"

"I am packing your shit so that when your boss gets here you won't have to do anything but pick up and get your fuzzy butt out of my house, or did you shave that too? You need to not be here when I get back. Oh, and just so you don't get bored I have a copy of your video on the DVD player here in the bedroom. I'll put it on repeat play, so you can watch yourself over and over and be as impressed as I was."

"When your boss does get here you can tell him that as soon as he left his house, one of my bros delivered all of the video and audio recordings and the pictures of your exploits to his wife. So, he won't have to worry about going home. I am sure the two of you can share a hotel room."

"I have gone through your purse and taken our credit cards and canceled them. I have taken the keys to the house and our cars. I left $50 in cash in your wallet. I think that is about it. I'll be back tonight. Bye."

My monologue was a bit long and she didn't hear a lot of it because she was screaming and cussing at me. I walked out with my bros and put everything that she owned in the back yard so that none of the neighbors could see that this house was no longer a home. We got on our bikes and took off.

Of course, I did not tell her that I'd passed the word around at the bar that she was a slut and that she was open for free fucks this morning. Once the word got out among the guys that were not my soldiers, that a naked slut was tied to a bed at my house, her lover might have a hell of a surprise when he did get there. It might be almost as big a surprise as the beating he would get at their hands. Many of them, although not my soldiers, had become friends and truly disliked women who were dishonorable to vets.

Six hours later I returned to a house that had more than a dozen bikes parked up and down the street. As I walked into the house I could hear sounds coming from the bedroom. My bros came in behind me and as I walked up the stairs, the guys talked to the men sitting in the living room.

There was a sight to be seen. Her boss was naked on his hands and knees and they were duct taped together and with his ass sticking up in the air, someone had pushed a big dildo into his ass and they must have done something else because blood was leaking from around the dildo.

My wife had been unstrapped and rolled over and strapped again. She was spread eagle with a couple of pillows under her hips and it was plain that she had been getting a lot of backdoor action while I was gone. The bed was soaked, and she was dripping from both holes. It also smelled like she had pissed the bed.

"Whose idea was this? This is not how I left her." I chuckled.

"Uh, Babe, after about four hours of constant fucking she passed out and her cunt was so sloppy we decided to roll her over and go for a tighter hole." My boy Dever explained.

"Well that was some real innovative thinking Dever. Has everyone had their turns? Has anyone been left out?"

"Nope, everyone that was going to partake has done so."

Just then she groaned and turned her head towards her boss. He was crying and shaking. I looked at her and she began to sob hard.

"What's the matter wife? I thought you liked gangbangs. I thought you liked taking it in the ass, although you never would let me. And now that I think about it, as a going away gift, I am going to fuck your ass. Would you like that?"

"No, please. No, it hurts. Please let me go. How could you do this to me? I thought that you loved me."

"I did. But you didn't love me, remember? I'd say, 'I love you' and you would say 'I know you do'. Let me get to this so you know just how much I love you now."

I pulled out my cock and Dever handed me a rubber.

"I don't really know where some of these other guys have been. So, your bros have been using rubbers."

"There is a lot of slop here."

"Yeah there have been about 30 guys use her. I don't know how many used him. If you pull out that dildo, there is going to be a real mess. Someone with a great sense of humor thought it would be funny to use the dildo as a cork!" Dever chuckled.

I rolled on the rubber and slid my dick up and down along her ass crack as she continued to sob and protest. I set the tip of my hard cock at her gaped anus and pushed in easily. I pounded her ass as hard as I could. I was pounding so hard that I was ready to cum really fast. I don't know what came over me, but as I was beginning to feel my release build, I reached over to her boss and pulled the dildo out. He pushed out a huge mix of cum and blood.

I slid over and pushed my cock into his ass and pounded away at him until I felt the urge to cum get too strong. I pulled out, ripped off the rubber, and grabbing his head by the hair, came all over his face.

I went to the bathroom and washed off my dick and my hips, stomach and legs. I dressed and then began to release my wife. Rusty took out his knife and cut her bosses duct tape.

"Both of you get out of here. You will have to use his truck since you don't have a car anymore. Take the divorce papers with you, sign them and return them to my lawyer and don't ever come back around me or my friends or we will do this again. You get half of the money we have in checking and none of the savings and that's it. If you fight it, then I have friends that will find you and your lover and convince you to change your minds. I plan to sue his company for violating their work place relationship policy and between what I get and what his wife gets, the two of you will be out on the streets."

The two sobbing lovers stood on shaky legs and began to leave. He stopped to pick up the clothes that had been stripped from him when he arrived. She picked up his jacket and put it on to cover her nakedness as much as she could as they walked out to his SUV. My bros had already packed all of the trash bags with her stuff into his truck. They drove off.

The divorce was final four months later and as soon as it was, I moved Lois into the house with me. Lois had been looking me over for a long time and I finally looked back. I don't anticipate any problems with Lois. I found out that she hated cheaters, from personal experience, even more than me. And after our first night together, she admitted to be the one that used the dildo as a cork! I'm back in love.

Life goes on!