The Game

This is not quite a BTB story. It's not over the top. No one was killed or even maimed. No one was sold to a Mexican whore house. There is a little Divine justice, and the wife is punished in such a way that it will impact her for a long time. I hope you like it.

Chapter 01

We had only been married for four years when I first became suspicious. I didn't do anything about it then because I didn't have any proof and I couldn't begin to imagine she'd cheat on me. Since that time, she hadn't given me any reason to doubt her.

But here we were fifteen years later, and I was standing in our bedroom doorway watching her fuck him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing but I knew deep down she was a slut and had probably done it before. I looked at her body. She was riding him. I saw those breasts that I love moving up and down keeping time with her thrusts. Her eyes were closed as she slowed to a stop. I knew she was cumming because that's exactly how I know she's cumming when riding me. I turned and walked away. I needed to know more but not on that day. I was sick!

I worked with a guy one time that told me he got home early one day and caught his old lady fucking some other guy. He just stood there watching until he got a hard on. Well, that isn't me. I wanted to beat the living daylight out of her. If I hadn't got the hell out of there, I'd have done just that.

So, what now? As much as I hate her, I'll have to play her game. She keeps on fucking whatever his name is, and I pretend I don't know about it while I plan my revenge.

My name is Ron Brown and we're talking about my wife, Samantha, Sam for short.

I work at the cement plant just outside of town. Most of the guys are Hispanic but there's a few of us gringos. It's hard work but the pay is decent. Sam works at the plant too. She's the secretary for the plant manager. Sam and I have been married just over 20 years.

She and I dated all through high school and after we graduated, we got married. We gave each other our virginity. Most of what I knew about sex I learned from the other guys and watching porn and I brought Sam along. We weren't exactly Kama Sutra material but over time we learned each other's likes and dislikes. Sam was the adventurous one always wanting to try stuff her friends told her about or things she read about in her magazines.

Sam's a MILF. She knows it and so do I. She looks every bit as sexy as she did in her 20's. Same blue eyes. Same blond hair. Voluptuous breasts with those puffy nipples and a great ass. She could have any man or probably any woman that wanted her.

Our daughter Angie just started college, and her brother Seth is right on her tail as a junior in High School. They are both good kids and neither has ever given us a problem. I hate the thought of breaking up our family but I'm not staying with a woman I can't trust. That's a recipe for a lifetime of pain. I think my kids will understand. At least I hope they will.

As I said, I was suspicious before, but I had no proof. This time it wasn't just suspicion. I saw them fucking with my own eyes and it infuriated me. I wanted to know who he was. I wanted to know when it started and how long. Was he married? Did I know him?

I wanted revenge on both. I wanted to tear up her life like it was a piece of paper and throw the pieces up in the air while she ran around trying to collect them. Him? I would settle for a pound of flesh. I didn't know who he was, but I thought I knew right where to find out. Her diary.

Sam had kept a diary since before we were married. I knew about the boxes under the bed. She always purchased a one-year diary on New Years and her old diary she threw in the box. Every night as long as I can remember she would sit at her dressing table, take off her makeup, comb her hair and make an entry in her diary. Some nights it was just a quick note and other nights she would write more.

Until the end of the year, the current diary sat in her dressing table where, I guess, she thought it was safe from prying eyes. Why did she think that? Because the sneaky bitch had worked out a code.

Sam shopped for groceries every Saturday morning. She was off on the weekends because she worked in the business office. I was off on the weekends because of my seniority, The plant operated 24/7 and we bid on our shifts based on how long we had worked for the company. I had 20 years on the job, and I was second on the roster. The only guy ahead of me was Hernandez and rumor had it they hired him when he was 16.

My plan was to make a timeline of any affairs I discovered and include names of her lovers as well as the duration of each one. I would send it to our kids, her mother, her siblings and's any of the wives that were still around. Then I would divorce the whore and dash any hope that we would live our retirement years together. We had planned on doing lots of traveling and those dreams would be gone as well. I would punish her in such a way it would go on and on.

Before I threw her out, I would destroy anything that could possibly remind her we were once a couple. Pictures, keepsakes, cards, gifts, everything. There would be nothing left to look back on that might bring her joy. I would steal that too. Was I forgetting anything? I hoped not.

Was my plan over the top? I don't think so. If any guilt crept in, I would think of the images of her getting railed in our bed. Those images were burned into my psyche.

The only thing I wouldn't do is hurt her physically. But that wouldn't stop me from kicking his ass or their asses since I was sure there were other's she gave herself to. Having worked at the plant for so long I had lots of friends. That type of work required big strong guys that I could recruit for a C note to do my bidding.

Hell's fire would rain down on her and her accomplices. Saturday couldn't get here fast enough.

Chapter 2

Saturday morning, I waited patiently at the table until I heard the garage door close. Before leaving she kissed me goodbye. There was the unmistakable scent of Beautiful, her favorite perfume. Really? Since when did she wear perfume to go to the grocery store? After she left, I headed for our bedroom. I looked under the bed and there they were. Like always. Thrown in boxes haphazardly. I had to remember not to stack them up neatly when I was done.

I pulled out the first box and went through them. I tried to go back in my mind to when I first became suspicious. Seems like it was about 4 years in because I remembered it was the year of 9/11. When the planes hit the twin towers the plant manager kept a skeleton crew and sent the rest of us home. When I arrived, I expected her to be right behind me. It was a couple hours before she rolled in. I asked her where she was. She tried to change the subject. I let it go. No way my Sam would betray me.

I found the 2001 diary and flipped through it until 9/11. She had written a long diatribe about the terrorist attack but then the last line read RT Ox3 ++. It looked like some kind of code. Who or what was RT? I put the diary back and shoved it under the bed as close to how I found it as possible.

I was sitting at the kitchen table having another cup of coffee when she came in with her groceries. I had put my yard work clothes on. It was September but the yard still needed mowing. The weather was warm and we had rain. I always could do a lot of thinking while mowing the grass. RT, I wondered. If it is initials, who could it be?

Then it hit me. Ray Thomas. Oh shit! Not Ray. But why not Ray? He went to the same church as us and more than once I caught her and Ray together in one of the meeting rooms. She was quick to put distance between them. He was married. His wife was nice looking. They had a couple of young kids. Sam taught Sunday School and she quickly turned the conversation toward that. But I took note. Sam would go up to the church on Saturday evening to prepare her lesson. Hmmm. Opportunity.

So, Saturday morning and Saturday night. Perfect opportunities and a pattern. That gives me only 52 pages per diary if I only looked at Saturday's entries. Thanks to her code I'll know how long each affair lasted. But what about the rest of the code? 'O' could be orgasms. I'll have to think about that. But then what about the plus signs? What the hell was that all about?

It took a couple of Saturdays to go through her diaries. I found she'd had 5 affairs over the last 15 years. The longest lasted 3 1/2 years. The shortest 7 months. She'd been cheating on me for 15 years, almost our whole marriage. What a fucking whore!

Saturday night we usually made love, so I guess I had sloppy seconds a lot of nights. At least she showered before she came to bed. The first thing I needed to do before all hell broke loose was to make a doctor's appointment and have myself checked over for STDs. I couldn't remember ever having any symptoms, but I couldn't be sure.

I created the timeline in a spread sheet. A column for dates, one for initials, one for orgasms and one for pluses and one for names of course. I still only had one name. As I looked over the file I noticed the plus column. The affairs ranged from 4 pluses to 9. Some affairs were more, some less. It couldn't be! Could it be their size? She remembered them by the number of orgasms they gave her and the size of their dicks? A plus sign for each inch I guessed. Sure enough, the biggest size gave her more orgasms. Is that always true? For any woman? Is that why she cheated on me? I didn't have a big enough dick for her? Nature had set me up. How fucked up was that!

I had her timeline, her code and the initials. It was time for the talk.

Chapter 03

It was a Friday night. We usually had our date nights on Friday. I purposely chose that night because she wouldn't freak out in front of other people, especially if she knew some of the other couples. I chose her favorite place, a small Italian bistro. We sat at a table towards the back. Lights were low. We could talk. We ordered our entrees and I ordered a bottle of her favorite, a Portuguese wine called Mateus. After we had eaten, I began.

"Sam, do you remember our plans to travel in our retirement? Our plans to travel Europe by rail? "

"Sure honey, of course I remember. I can't wait until we retire."

"Well, honey. We won't be together when we retire." I put some sarcasm in the word honey.

"What? What are you saying Ron? Why wouldn't we be together?"

"Because I'm going to divorce you, Sam"

"Why?" she asked as her hand covered her mouth and tears started to pool in her eyes.

"Because Sam, you've had at least 5 affairs over the last 15 years. I read your diaries. I figured out your code. We'd only been married 4 years when you cheated on me with Ray" She didn't deny any of it.

I wanted to call her what she was, but I didn't want to elicit an emotional response on her part.

"Of course I don't know who the initials belong to except for Ray. Given enough time I'm sure I could identify some more of your lovers, but I just want you out of mine and the kids' lives, as soon as possible."

At that point I got the waiters' attention to take my credit card. I paid the bill and walked out of the restaurant.

I drove home without her, figuring she could call an UBER.

After putting my car in the garage and entering the house I poured myself a stiff drink. I sat in my chair in the living room and waited for her. Shortly I heard her key in the lock and she walked in.

"Ron, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Is there anything I can do or say to help us work our way through this?"

"Sure Sam. Just tell me who all the initials belonged to. Do I know any of them? Are they people I work with? Just give me the names and we'll go from there,"

"Oh Ron. You don't need to know those details. You just want to get even, make trouble for them. You'll just get into trouble yourself doing that. You might even get hurt. I love you and it's just not worth it."

"Okay Sam. I just wanted to fill in the names on the timeline I intend to give the kids and your mother and your siblings and the people you work with and work for, but I can do that anyway. Here's how it's going to go down Sam. I'm going to contact a lawyer on Monday and have you served at the plant. I'll send out my explanation for why I'm divorcing you to everyone next week."

"Then I'm throwing you out. The house is in my name. I'll give you until the first of the month. That will give you time to find a place and move your stuff. You can take our bedroom furniture since you and your lover ruined it for me. There will be more consequences for your traitorous betrayal, but I'll wait and surprise you."

I told her I would give her 25% of our savings, and I wanted half of her 401K since I would continue to pay for the kid's education. I wanted to punish her financially. She'd have to get her own credit cards. She would keep her old car even though it was far from new. I wanted joint custody of the kids. I told her I wouldn't tell anyone but the kids about her affairs if she signed off on the terms of the divorce plus, she had to use my lawyer. She agreed.

By this time, she was crying, sobbing even and quoting the 'Cheaters Handbook'. Stuff like 'it was only sex' and 'I didn't love anyone but you'. She was finally starting to realize that all the hopes, plans and dreams we shared were simply gone like they had never existed.

"Remember Sam, you can buy some good will from me by giving me those names."

I went upstairs, showered and went to bed. I hung a clean pair of her panties on the outside doorknob, closed the door and locked it. Why should I be forced out of our comfortable bed? Oh, I knew she had fucked someone with the initials RH in it, he'd given her 3 orgasms, and he had a big dick but what the hell. It was the best bed in the house.

I thought about the talk I would have to have with the kids until I fell asleep.

The next morning Sam didn't go grocery shopping. I didn't ask why. I had plans to take Seth fishing. I would get him out of harm's way, and we could talk about his mother. I felt like he was mature enough to understand why I felt the way I did, and he seemed to. I asked him not to discuss the situation with his sister until I talked to her.

I told him his mother loved him and would always be there for him, and it was ok to love her without thinking he was betraying me.

When we got back Sam asked if we could talk. Seth left to go with a friend somewhere.

We sat at the kitchen table, and I was shocked when she handed me a list of her lovers over the years. Thankfully I only knew 1 of them. I told her she had purchased some good will, and it would minimize the further consequences I had promised her. Little did she know I intended to turn the list over to a PI to investigate whether they were alive, where they now lived and whether they were married and how long. I had plenty of time to rain hell down on them.

When Sam handed the list to me, she came as close as she ever had to explain why she had done it.

"Ronnie, you've not asked me why I ruined everything. I've thought a lot about that and I'm still not completely sure. Some people are risk takers and get excitement from it. I guess I must be one. It was exciting! I didn't do it because of you. I promise you that. I'm going to get some help when things calm down. I never ever thought you'd catch me. I was stupid."

"Yes, there were a few men that were bigger than you and I wanted to experience that. But I always loved making love with you, so your size wasn't a factor. I just fucked up. I'll miss what we had, and I sincerely hope you'll find someone to love you as much as I do."

I hadn't expected that. I knew I had been a loving and attentive husband and as far as my size went, I was a good average, so I hadn't shortchanged her. If she had any complaints over the years, she never voiced them. There was never any indication before we got married, she had the makings of a slut.

After we split, I made more of an effort to be a parent to Seth. I attended all his basketball games, and it was during one of his games that I met his history teacher, Miss Clair Baker. She was some 14 years younger than me but that didn't bother either of us. We fell in love and got married so I did have someone to share my hopes, plans and dreams with. The kids stood at the alter with us as best man and bride's maid. I eventually retired; I had to wait a few years for her to do the same. We did the Europe by rail trip and much more.

I don't think divorce had much impact on the kids and Sam was always there for the important stuff. She attended graduations and weddings, and she was there when our first grandchild was born. Thankfully Clair wasn't the jealous type, and she and Sam were on the same page as far as my children went.

Now, as for the list, 1 was deceased, 1 had moved away and 1 had divorced and remarried. Ray Thomas still lived in our town and was still married to the same woman and still active in our church. I sent a letter to his wife detailing the dates of his affair. Mrs. Thomas tossed him to the curb and took everything so that left 1. Wouldn't you know it he was the one I caught her with. He was a salesman for a large chemical company. They met at the plant. Turns out he had been diagnosed with ALS for which there is no cure and was disabled so I determined that justice had been done. He was married but I kept his secret.

I never had an STD, but Sam picked up a bad one along the way. As she aged into her 60's she was diagnosed with HIV which was no longer a death sentence, but she had to take lots of high-powered drugs along the way. I do think it shortened her life. She died in her 66 th year. She never remarried. I visited her towards the end. She told me she never stopped loving me and no one could replace me.

Epilogue

Merriam-Webster defines risk taking as the act of engaging in behavior that involves uncertainty, potential danger, or the possibility of loss to achieve a desired goal.

I guess that says it all. I think risk taking is a bigger factor in divorce than people imagine.