In the Wind

I've been reading Literotica stories for some years, liking the Lowing Wives ones the best. I enjoy a good but also smart BTB. So I decided to have a go at one. This is my first story, ever. I call for votes and comments (as long as they stay polite of course). I'm Dutch, English is the language I've been using for many work-related trips to the US in my active life. Any spelling or grammatical error is mine alone, I have no editor. There is no sex in this story. How persons look like is all up to you. The same applies for places. It is a story, all my imagination, so no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. No lawyers or other animals were hurt in creating this story. Here it goes, virgin no more.

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Elise couldn't wait for the arrival of her husband. She had texted him to come home from work around six and bring their favorite Chinese takeout with him. She would tell him the news and hope for his wonderful reaction to it. Rick sitting next to her felt the same. After today everything would change. Joe would be so happy.

Joe had a smile on his face. It had been a good day for his business, satisfied customers, good earnings and a lot of jobs ahead. And then to top it off, his wife texted him to bring Chinese takeout. Traditionally that would mean a nice dinner, some cuddling and then? Who knows. When he turned his work truck into the cul-de-sac where they lived he saw his house and the Screaming Yellow 1969 Mustang of his best friend Rick sitting in the drive. That was OK. Joe, Elise and Rick met at four years old in the sandbox in Kindergarten. The three of them bonded immediately and it never stopped. They had each other's back, shared all good and bad times. At puberty Elise and Joe started looking in a new and different way at each other, declared their love and started dating in high school. They gave each other their virginity after prom. Life was beautiful.

After high school both opted for a two-year CTE degree. Elise became a secretary at a law firm and Joe joined his father's construction company. They married and Rick was Joe's Best Man. Rick went to university and studied to become a doctor and now was a gynecologist at the local hospital making real good money. Hence the lovingly restored 1969 Mustang. Rick also found out that he preferred men to women. Nobody made a big deal out of it. Hey it was the twenty-first century right? Rick had recently discovered that he actually was bisexual and had started dating on both sides of the fence, but keeping it all under the radar. Elise and Joe were the few who knew about it. He didn't have a steady relationship and was a confirmed bachelor.

Still smiling, Joe parked his truck alongside the Mustang. He might share a few beers with Rick and maybe Rick could join them for dinner. Never a problem, it happened frequently. He shut down the engine and softly continued whistling the song that had been playing on his car radio. He walked up to the house and opened the screen door.

Elise and Rick were a bit nervous when they heard the heavy rumbling of the Ford Super Duty F-350 Platinum Diesel truck stop. Rick put a protective arm across Elise's shoulder. Elise returned the favor, drew his other hand over her belly and put her free hand over Rick's. They heard the screen door open, looked at each other and turned two beaming smiles towards the door.

Joe reached for the knob of the door, opened the door and stepped inside. He stopped as his brain tried to get around the scene that his eyes were conveying to it and completely failed to do so. It was his wife and their best friend sitting on the couch close together, arms around each other, two hands on her belly, beaming smiles, pink and blue balloons everywhere. And then Elise uttered the fateful words "We Need To Talk" while still keeping the happy smile pasted on her face. Joe's brain tried about two reboots and failed to even begin to start understanding what was in front of him. Eventually the penny dropped. He drew two shuddering breaths and his world turned red.

Later on the EMTs were loading Rick strapped onto the gurney into the ambulance with assorted IV bags trailing alongside. A female police officer was sitting on the couch holding Elise trying to calm down the hysterical woman while an EMT was administering a liberal dose of sedatives to her through an injection. The male police officer went outside to find witnesses he could interview in the growing crowd in what was turning into a really another fucked up day in suburbia.

Eventually the combined story cobbled together was as follows. People saw Rick's yellow Mustang arrive and him going inside. They also saw Joe's work truck arrive an hour later and saw Joe go inside as well. Nothing unusual up until that moment. That's when everything went FUBAR.

The neighborhood's story was that there was a lot of screaming, shouting, roaring and crying by several people in the house, a lot of breaking of furniture and glass. Then a wide-eyed foaming monster version of Joe stormed outside cursing and bellowing noncohesive sentences containing words like "slut", "asshole", "whore", "traitor", "divorce", "kill", "cunt", "cheat", "fornicate", "hell" "impregnate", "balls", "cut", "sperm", "pregnant", "fuck", "sleazy", "tramp", and a lot more in the same vein. The monster in work clothes and steel cap toe boots started on kicking out all lights on the Mustang, also kicking off its mirrors. Meanwhile his disheveled blood-spattered crying hysterical wife followed him telling him "It's not what it looks like!". "It's a mistake!" "Come back inside and let's talk please!". "I love only you!". "The baby is yours of course!". She tried to get a grip on the monster who shoved her aside causing her to fall on the front lawn.

The neighbors looked at each other and nodded, all recognizing the Cheaters Handbook at work. Some were filming the tragedy and finally one more level-headed neighbor drew a deep sigh and dialed 911. The heaving monster stopped, looked around and went to his truck, opened the back and drew out a big pickaxe. Next he stomped back to the Mustang, rolled up his bloodstained sleeves and methodically started to destroy the vehicle. He started with the insides until nothing resembled anything like seats, dashboard, pedals, shift stick and what have you.

Next up was the paneling, everything getting multiple deep gashes. All four tires got slashed as well. He ended with clawing open the car's fuel tank. He stopped and tried to collect his breath. He stomped back to his truck, carefully stowed the axe and closed the back of his truck. Then the monster seemed to relax and allow Joe to come back gradually. Joe opened the truck's door on the driver's side and leaned in. When he withdrew he was holding a cigarillo and a matchbook, ignoring the neighborhood crowd who wisely kept their mouths shut and stayed in place at a safe distance. Joe walked up to the wreck of what used to be a beautiful 1969 yellow Mustang. He observed it coolly, put the cigarillo in his mouth and lit it with a match and threw the burning match towards the wreck that was leaking gas. He turned around, got into his truck, started it and backed up pedal to the metal, leaving quite a lot of burnt rubber on the drive and causing the neighbors to run for their life in every direction but that of the work truck and the house with the burning wreck in front of it. Joe drew a deep sigh, put the truck in first gear and took off like a bat out of hell, leaving behind a lot more burnt rubber. He was gone in seconds. The patrol car and the ambulance came along ten minutes later. The fire truck was five minutes behind them.

The story from inside the house gave more background to the tragedy played out in the street. Rick couldn't contribute, he was 'busy' in the ICE of the hospital that employed him. So it was all Elise's story after she had calmed down due to the sedatives. Here's what happened. Elise was pregnant, by Joe of course. He didn't know yet. Rick had volunteered to help along as their, free of course, Gynecologist. They would surprise Joe and tell him the wonderful news of him going to be a daddy. To liven up the occasion they had brought in a big number of balloons, blue and pink, as it was not known yet which gender the baby had picked.

Elise and Rick of course were a bit nervous and they decided to hold onto each other. Elise got the idea to put their hands on her belly. Hint, hint. That, followed by the 'We Need To Talk' was the proverbial unholy combination of a lit match and a powder keg. They saw Joe coming in and turn into a version The Hulk would have been proud of. He roared as he flew at Rick, starting to turn Rick's face into bloody mush. He then looked around, grabbed a chair and ripped off a leg from it. It was a handy tool to break Rick's arms and legs as well as his kneecaps. Rick didn't get that memo though, he mercifully was unconscious. The leg of the chair was also a nice instrument to remodel the living room. All this was accompanied by Elise screaming and crying. She made things much worse by crawling towards Rick, holding him and cradling his head. Meanwhile the Monster had graduated from just roaring into yelling towards Elise about what he thought of her, Rick and the unthinkable traitors they were and what he was going to do to them when he had some free time in his and the devil's agendas. Having made the message clear and being finished redesigning the living room, he stomped outside, ripping both the door and the screen door out of their frames. The story after that as seen by the neighborhood already has been told.

Joe's story, after his departure from the scene, turned out to be the start of a road story. After leaving town he came up to the crossing of two highways conveniently going north to south and east to west as most freeways do. He had to make a choice. He stopped the truck, feeling confused. What to do now? Going back was not an option. Hell, forget about it! Looking at the concrete compass rose he realized that having a destination would help. He thought of his parents, his brother and some friends. None of that worked for him. The mutual bad feelings in the family took care of that and all his friends lived back in town. And the tragedy behind them would just reinforce their judgment of him, especially as one teeny weeny fact only known to him would be the cherry on top of the turd pie. It could not be his baby. Elise and him had been trying to get her pregnant for a while. Being a bit insecure, he secretly went to a clinic in another town to have his sperm tested. Lo and behold he was as infertile as you can get. Thank you childhood mumps. He hadn't told Elise yet. He had planned to do so the coming weekend, but as usual, man plans, God laughs. That was all it took to go on a rampage when he saw the traitors sitting on his couch stroking her pregnant belly and laughing at the newly minted cuck.

Well honey, we really don't need to talk at all. He felt himself freed from any obligations. He would be in the wind he decided. She could keep it all, let her divorce him, fuck her. She was welcome to the damaged version of his cheating former ex-friend. She would be trading up, married to a rich doctor, right? And he, Joe Blow? Well, he had a trade. He wasn't working in his father's company anymore. He had refused to be the heir apparent to the dismay of his parents and the even bigger dismay and chagrin of his lazy idiot brother who then, by default was to take his place. He would probably run the company into the ground in no time.

So, a free well-educated craftsman on the road. Capable to work on his own using the tools in his work truck. Mmm, 'whither thou goest'. The compass rose could help him here. He decided on going from state to state, changing plates on his car in every state and getting paid for his jobs only in cash. Grow a beard and let his hair grow? That would work for him. Nobody would find him. The flyover states would be the perfect start for his odyssey. He started the engine, put on his sunglasses, lit a new cigarillo and started to drive his truck listening to the radio where, purely by coincidence, Bob Dylan was singing some song about answers that were blowing in the wind. He took to the West at the crossing and there went the pickup. It roared, belching black smoke and pushed ahead the Glossy Metallic Vampire Red beast, with on the sides the logo of its owner 'Joe, Your Friendly Neighborhood Plumber'.

But what about Elise and Rick then? Eventually they found out that Rick was the biological father after the black baby was born, he really looked like his father, while Joe and Elise were very white people. It took a year's worth of operations to repair his face. Not so good alas, pretty boy now made his young baby son cry whenever he showed his face. He also got fired by the hospital. They didn't like the publicity their now ex-doctor drew in cheating on his best friend and impregnating a married woman. It was a small town after all. Now he was a medical technician in another state married to Elise who had had no other option than to divorce Joe under marital home abandonment and go with Rick. She missed Joe though, lamenting all the stupid decisions she had made. It gradually turned her into an embittered shrew.