Baby Did A Bad, Bad Thing

Baby Did A Bad, Bad Thing

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Author's notes: Husband discovers his sexpot wife has been cheating on him and reacts violently. There are aspects of punishment and BDSM in this work of fiction and fantasy. The title is from a song by Chris Isaac. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidental and of course there is no underage sex in this story. Like all of my stories there is no use of artificial intelligence (AI) in the writing of this story.

Why does anyone cheat? We were living together and had been a couple of years. I was twenty six and was a weather girl on Channel thirteen Fox News in Seattle then. It was part of my job to make appearances at sporting events, charity events make a wish kind of things. The first time my boyfriend Ted caught me I claimed I'd been drugged and did not consent. It was an older retired Seahawks' quarterback who was a broadcaster and was 'happily' married.

Ted took me to the ER at Harborview Public Hospital and they did a rape kit and they found ecstasy and there was some minor vaginal tearing. The latter was because he was twice as thick as Ted. I loved to fuck when I took ecstasy as I had that night. Ted made me go to counselling so I could work through my trauma. I said, I was at the fundraiser for St. Jude and I went to a bar with some of the charity people. I think the counselor knew I was lying, but fuck her, like I was going to be remorseful for being a slut.

Hardly.

I was fucking him regularly now, he was a total hound. I must sound terrible, but I never lost my love for Ted. At the end it was the other way around, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

My name is Alice Roosevelt Weld. Yes that family, I'm Teddies' great-great granddaughter my daddy was the governor of Massachusetts. I could never lie to my mother. She would call me and I'd spill the latest debauchery. I told her right after the fake rape and how I loved Ted and it didn't mean anything and I'd make sure we'd start a family. There was a different tone in her voice at the end of that call when she said, "Alice don't call me unless it's to tell me you're pregnant."

That was the better part of a year ago. Ted was a helicopter pilot and had been in the Army and flew this giant helicopter the CH-46 Chinook in both Afghanistan and Iraq. He was in the reserves and was a warrant officer. For his job he worked for Columbia Helicopters based in Aurora, Oregon, hauling freight and logs both. He also did the same work for logging firms on Vancouver Island, based in Nanaimo.

We'd been missing each other. I was at a regional meeting for Fox News in Los Angeles. This guy played for the Atlanta Braves. He was twenty two, maybe twenty three from the Dominican Republic and totally ripped. It was Ted and I was thinking of as I lay in a sticky mess while his morning wood was poking my ass and this enormous black hands possessed my right breast.

It had been months since we last fucked, Ted and I. He'd been up to Nanaimo for months. I wondered if he'd found someone. Would he be cheating on me? The thought stabbed me in my soul, how could he do that to me?

Out of nowhere, Mama's voice was talking to me. 'Can you hear yourself Alice, you never called me back. You don't deserve a man like Ted. Your Daddy knows people and we have an extensive dossier of your lovers and your rendezvous' with pictures, videos you name it. You had an abortion Alice for God's sake.'

I jumped out of bed, the boy asking me in pigeon English, "Where you go darling?"

I ran to the bathroom, his room's bathroom and locked the door and peed as his loads plopped into the toilet. I scrubbed myself raw in the shower with the body wash including my red hair. Ted liked me unshaved, telling me he didn't like girls. I was a devotee of Brazilian waxes. When did he last tell me that that?

I dried my hair with a towel and then my cheating body. I turned the fan off and the light and opened the door only to see the man child sitting on the edge of the bed slowly stroking his impossibly long dick, which called to me. I was on my knees one last name, pleasuring him with my hands, mouth and throat one last time. It did not take along until my belly was full of him and he lay back with a groan.

I found my red dress with the spaghetti straps, I had not worn a bra and I could not find my thong. I found my red Dolce and Gabbana red stilettos with four inch heels and moved do the door and looked back and he was softly snoring, I had no idea what his first name, he referred to himself in the third person, as in 'Fuentes had it going on tonight chica,' as he destroyed my cunt over and over again.

I pulled my phone out of my clutch and dialed Ted, but the response I got was 'The subscriber you are calling is not available.'

I caught a lyft across town to the hotel where all the Fox people were staying, the anchor from Seattle's Channel Thirteen Bill Wicke, who was an extraordinarily right wing, racist nut-bag and the sportscaster Aaron Levine were screaming at each other. Thank God I skulked past them to the elevator without being seen. When I got to my room, I called to our landline at our home on Queen Anne Hill and played the voicemail messages, just garbage from people wanting to give us a new mortgage, even though our home was a wedding gift from mama and daddy.

I was starving, cum not being part of a nutritious food group. Room service would not open for three more hours at six. I called Domino's Pizza and got a Canadian Bacon and Pineapple, extra-large. I made some coffee with the in-room Mr. Coffee. There was orange juice and bottled water in the bar for six dollars each.

The pizza was delivered, they had a thirty minute guarantee or it was free. I gave the delivery man, who was in his fifties, beat down by life a hundred dollar bill and told him the rest was a tip. Was I paying for indulgences? I had not been in a church since our wedding and that was in an Episcopal cathedral in Seattle, St. Marks.

At four I called mama, it was seven in Boston. One ring and a simple, "Yes," was all I heard.

"What did you do mama?"

I heard her sigh, "When I did not hear from you Alice, I was going to tell Ted, but you got sloppy Alice, the clinic where you got the abortion mailed you a bill for the co-pay you neglected to pay, plus the football player, ex-football player left voicemails for you exclaiming his love for you. He's gone Alice and don't try to get him back or it will get very, very ugly for you. You were not raised this way, you were not sexually abused you're just a whore and as your mother I'm so disappointed in you and I cannot stop loving you. If you ever have kids, you will understand that. Throughout this mess Alice, I held out hope that should you become a mother you would change somehow, understand how and what love is. You are certainly a narcissist and perhaps a sociopath, so perhaps it is better that you do not have children."

I said, "I'll find Ted, I'll make it better, I know he loves me, we'll have kids, I promise, please help me."

"He's gone Alice. He's found someone and they've been together for three or four months and they are going to have a child. Leave him alone, he no longer loves you."

I called my boss, the station manager and told him I had a family emergency and needed to take a leave of absence. He was a nice man and had kids and told me to get home and he'd get HR to put the paperwork together and it would be in my work email for my electronic signature.

There was an eight o'clock flight on Alaska Airlines from Burbank Airport to SeaTac and it left on time and I arrived at a few minutes before eleven. My Yukon was in long term parking on the tenth floor of the parking garage adjacent to the main terminal. It was twelve thirty when I pulled into the carport off the alley. I got my bag and punched in the security code at the backdoor and went in. I'd been living with the quarterback in a condo down in Pioneer Square by T-Mobile park where the Mariner's play. I had lied to Ted telling him the station owned it and it made it easier for me to do the morning show.

The fridge door was open. It had been turned off for some time. I went up to our bedroom. All of his clothes were gone, the wedding pitcher was gone replaced by a framed print of a red apple. I looked in my chest of drawers for the Wedding Album showing us at St. Marks and it was gone. He'd erased every shred of evidence we'd been married, erased me from his life.

I'm not sure how long I'd been at our house when mamma and daddy arrived. I was laying on the soiled coverlet, clutching my now dead phone. I'd quit eating and lost a lot of weight, towards the end I peed the bed.

There was a ride to a hospital and I had fluids and nutrients into my body. I did not engage with the counselor at the hospital and then I was back in a care center outside of Boston. At one point Ted was there and he told me that he forgave me and that I had to forgive myself that mama and daddy loved me and were worried for me. The look on his face, kindness and sympathy or pity was my rock bottom and I let him go in my heart. I got better bit by bit.

I started writing children's books, for toddlers and I did the illustrations. They were published and sold well. I moved back to Seattle and cleaned out the house, donating the clothes and furniture. I divorced Ted due to abandonment and sought nothing from him, wherever he was. I turned our old bedroom into a painting studio for my books and wrote in the old dining room overlooking the backyard where I raised seasonal vegetables.

I hired an Asian women Kimi to clean my house and cook for me, and her both. She was from Chile, part Japanese and Chilean, whose family had escaped Allende. I had strained my back toting a crate of vegetables that I brought to the Queen Anne Farmers' Market in my old Yukon. The Market was on Thursday night from three until seven.

Friday morning I could not get out of bed my lower back hurt so bad, I cried for Kimi to help me. When she came into my bedroom, I was blubbering talking in gibberish about pain. She pulled my cotton night shirt off me which made me scream out in pain. She had this ointment on her hands rubbing them together and I said, "Please Kimi help me, I need you."

The ointment was warm and I felt it on my back then on my butt cheeks and my thighs. I heard this woman's voice moaning and it was me. My back did not hurt further as she continued her ministrations.

I was not sure what I felt, the first time, the second time she was licking on my ass hole and kneading my butt cheeks and it maybe was a minute and the heat in my belly began to rise and my first orgasm in years ripped through me, followed by several more. She gently turned me around onto my back and spread my legs and buried her gorgeous face between my legs while sticking two fingers into my snatch, palm upturned and she touched this spot causing my back to arch and my head being the fulcrum for my head to push my pussy towards her mouth saying, "Kimmy I love you."

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