27 Ekim 2021

Revenge Is Mine!

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Revenge Is Mine!Wife dumps husband to trade up. Big Mistake! The day that changed my life started out as a normal day. It was not until I returned home after work that I got the bad news. My wife Karen was waiting for me at the kitchen table “Please sit down Rich, we need to talk.” I knew right away this was going to be bad.”I’m very sorry but I have already moved out of the house and I have filed for divorce.” Karen was talking fast and not looking at me, her words seemed rehearsed. She slid a manila envelope across the table to me.”Where are the c***dren?” I was in shock at this point.”I moved the c***dren out and they will be staying with me. But don’t worry, you will be getting plenty of visitation. I have met someone else, you know that things have not been good between us for some time. I’m sorry, but there is just no easy way to tell you this.””How could things be good between us with you out fucking someone else?” At least she had the good grace to look guilty and sad at this point.”I’m sorry about this Rich, really sorry. I wish things had been different. I have to do what is best for the c***dren and me.””What is this assholes name?” I asked, my anger growing.”I’m not going to tell you that. It would only cause trouble.””So this asshole is making me a cuckold and taking my wife and c***dren from me but you think you are going to be able to avoid any trouble? Get a clue!””If you’re going to talk like that I’m leaving.” she said as she stood up and walked out the door.Her actions were a shock but not really all that unexpected. We had not had sex for months and had not been getting along like a married couple for almost a year. I had suspected something was up and had tried to talk to Karen many times. She always told me there was no problem, that it was my imagination. Ya, right!Karen was a beautiful woman in anybody’s book. Tall and sultry with a great body. She had great taste in clothes and knew how to wear them. I should have been watching her more carefully instead of working 6 days a week to make a life for us.We played golf at the municipal course but she preferred the country club when she went there with a friend as a guest. We had an ongoing argument about joining the club. I wanted to wait a few years but Karen wanted the good life now. I was willing to bet her new man was a member or would be soon.I had considered having her watched by a private investigator but never did it. Perhaps I should have. Then again what difference would it have made? Our marriage was over the first time she gave herself to another man.The next day I called the attorney I use for my business and he referred me to a divorce attorney. I was able to get an appointment the next day. I told him my prime concern was my c***dren. I wanted to know where they were and when I could see them.From my wife’s attorney we learned she and the k**s were living in a house owned by a Gary Anders. He was about ten years older than her and was one of the Country Club set, old money. It seems Karen had decided to trade me in for a husband with more money, a bigger house, and a Country Club membership.My attorney sat me down and gave me the bad news. Karen was a stay at home mom and she would get the k**s, half the value of our home and probably half my business.That night was the low point in my life. I was living alone in an empty house. My c***dren were living in another man’s home and my wife was sleeping in his bed. I had spent years working my ass off to support my family and make a better life and future for them. Now I had been tossed aside, my family gone. I heated up a frozen diner but found that Karen had taken all the knives, forks and spoons. I looked around and found a plastic fork and sat down to eat my meal. That plastic fork was the last straw. I swore an oath to myself right there and then that this situation would not stand. No matter what I had to do, no matter what the cost or who I needed to kill, this would not stand!I had been operating my own equipment rental business since or marriage eight years before. Business was really good but I was not taking much money out of the business. Except for a moderate salary and bonus for myself, all the profits had been reinvested back in the business. I was buying new equipment as fast as I could.I had told Karen a hundred times that we needed to economize a little in our private lives for a few years. Every dollar invested in new equipment would come back tenfold in equipment rentals. Karen preferred instant gratification, flying first class and getting a massage at the club.Karen was pretty good about allowing me access to the c***dren. Cheryl 7 and David 5 were at my house every other weekend and I took them out to eat usually one night a week. Not what I wanted but my attorney pointed out it was better than most fathers got.My attorney gave me a little advice. Don’t get mad, get the house! Kind of a divorce attorney’s play on words. He told me she had the legal high ground but I had the moral high ground. Playing around on me and walking out with the c***dren and moving in with her lover was not going to go istanbul escort bayan over well in our community. I needed to use that to my advantage. If I resorted to v******e and vindictiveness I would lose my moral position.He also pointed out that in this situation my wife had to feel guilty. And she was probably getting a hard time from friends, family and our k**s. These were advantages for our side. I took his advice and tried as best as I could to swallow my anger. It tasted pretty bad but one day soon I would turn the tables on her and lover boy.My attorney was right about the reaction of friends and neighbors, they were shocked. Karen’s own family was against her. Her parents called me to ask about a reconciliation. I told them I had no part in the break up and that it was their daughter they needed to talk to.Karen came back to the house one night to “talk” to me. She was actually trying to convince me that our break up was for the best. That we could talk things out and everything would be okay. “Karen look around this house. It’s an empty shell. I have no wife anymore. I have no c***dren anymore. I don’t have a life anymore. This isn’t a home anymore it’s just a house. Karen you fucked everything up so you could get rich quick with your new man!” Karen was crying at this point so I asked her to leave.The k**s were a source of information as to what was going on in Karen’s new and improved life. However my best information came from friends. Typically Karen told a girlfriend, who told her husband, who told me. I was careful to play golf with my friends on a regular basis. I didn’t need to ask questions, my friends were dying to pass along what they knew. Our break up was the hot topic for months. I found out that Karen was not the one that went looking to cheat. Anders had his eye on her for a long time and worked his way into her affections over time.Karen’s attorney offered me a 60 percent split of our assets. My attorney new this was a gambit for a quick settlement. Karen didn’t need my money, Gary Anders had more than they could spend already. We decided to wait a little and see if we could do even better.I learned through the g**** vine that Karen and Gary were planning a June wedding. The Country Club had already been booked. This was Gary’s first wedding so he was pulling out all the stops. He could afford to.Under normal circumstances there was plenty of time for Karen to get a divorce and have a June wedding. But my attorney was pretty confident he could drag things out till then with a few tricks. He asked me if I needed to go to Europe soon on business. I told him I think I needed to investigate a new line of generators made is Scotland.Karen’s attorney saw through the stall tactics pretty quickly and asked what it would take for a quick divorce. I wanted to say she walks away with nothing but my attorney said that would not go over well in court. “Better to give her something or we look like we are taking advantage.”We offered Karen 50 percent of the value of our house when it was sold or in 10 years, whichever came first. No cash, no alimony, no c***d support, no part of the business, now or ever.She took the deal in a heartbeat. They must have already printed the wedding invitations. At my insistence the language of the agreement made it plain that this was a “final deal” I didn’t want Karen coming back later for more money.I had stopped buying large amounts of equipment right after Karen moved out. The few things I purchased were on credit. I started putting away cash as much as I could.The divorce was final in February, in plenty of time for the wedding. As soon as I was free I started looking for a house. I soon found a 5 bedroom house with a pool and in-law apartment over the garage. It had a large yard for the c***dren and backed up on woods. I took a large bonus from the business and paid cash for the house. The old house I put up for rent so as not to have to pay Karen her 50 percent until the 10 years were up.I picked up the c***dren at school one Friday and took them to the new house, they loved it. I called Karen and told her the new address for her to pick the k**s up on Sunday. When she arrived and saw the house she was dumbfounded. “How can you afford a house like this Rich?””I always told you the business would pay off someday Karen. Did you think I was k**ding you? You should have hung in a while longer.””But Rich the mortgage must be a killer!””I paid cash for the house Karen. You should have paid more attention to the business. The rental inventory alone is valued at over 5 million.””Rich I had no idea… really… no idea.” I could see regret in her eyes.”I told you often enough Karen, too bad you didn’t listen.”I joined the Country Club and had the pleasure of watching Karen and Gary’s reaction when I ran into them at the bar. Seeing them together was hard on me but I know it was worse for them having me around. Karen kept looking over at me. I think she was having buyer’s remorse. Well at least I hoped that was what it was.One of my oldest customers was Al. He rented generators and temporary heating and air conditioning units on a regular basis. I also knew he was what people call “connected.” I had a very private conversation with Al about what I wanted to happen to Mr. Anders. I stressed that I wanted it to look like an accident. He told me the accident part would cost more. He could put me in touch with the right people or he would be the middle man for a fee, about one third of the total.I liked the idea of Al being my only contact and the only one that knew my identity. The extra money would be worth it.Al got back to me in about a week telling me it would cost me 75 boxes of ziti. In other words 75,000 dollars. I gave him the go ahead with a reminder that it had to happen before the wedding in June.Weeks went by and I was getting concerned as the wedding date approached. Then less than a week before the wedding Gary Anders was found dead in a cheap motel just outside of town.It seems Anders had been making merry at his bachelor party the night before his death. There was as stripper and the usual drunken fun. Near the end of the evening two sexy women appeared to take Gary under tow. The partiers took them for hookers hired to entertain the groom. They walked him out of the party and took him to a motel where among other things he snorted some coke. Next he snorted some heroine and that was the end of poor Mr. Anders.I remember Uma Thurman accidentally snorting heroine in one of my favorite movies, Pulp Fiction. Heroine looks a lot like cocaine, but snorting it is not a good idea. Too bad John Travolta was not around to save Gary. Did I feel bad about his death? Hell no! Fuck him! He robed me of my wife and my k**s. If he was alive I would have spent the next 20 years watching him act like my c***dren’s father.I had a mental image of me sitting in the back of a church, at my little girl’s wedding, while that asshole walked Cheryl down the aisle. Now that was never going to happen. That 75k was the best money I ever spent.I understand they never found the hookers or figured out who hired them to entertain the groom. The good news was they determined it was not foul play.A couple of days after the funeral I visited Gary’s grave and stuck a plastic fork into the ground. I had been saving it!Karen was understandably disappointed at Gary’s death. I know that’s an understatement but I just didn’t give a shit about how broken up she was that her dream life turned into a nightmare. Welcome to the club! It was three months after the funeral that an attorney showed up at Karen’s door. He was very nice about it, but the Anders family wanted to know when Karen and the c***dren were going to move out.Karen was not in Gary’s will and she was not his wife. To make matters worse, Karen had been charging wedding expenses on credit cards that were in her name. Now she had no income and no sugar daddy.Karen ran to her attorney who dragged me back into court seeking an emergency adjustment to the divorce. The Judge was not impressed with her lack of income and recommended she get a job. He pointed out Karen had been happy with the deal just a few months previously. He also noted the “final deal” language above Karen’s signature. Gary Anders and his money was never part of that deal. Therefore, as far as the court was concerned, his death didn’t change anything.One of Karen’s attorneys was giving me funny looks during the proceedings. I imagined he was wondering at the funny timing of Gary Anders death, after the divorce and before the wedding. The worst possible timing for Karen. Well, let him look, and let him wonder.My attorney pointed out that since Karen and the c***dren would soon be homeless the c***dren should come and live with me. Karen’s parents lived in a one bedroom condo. Where were the c***dren going to live? Karen had gotten Sole Physical Custody and now that needed to change.My attorney argued that Sole Physical Custody should be transferred to me. I had a stable home and could afford to hire a live in housekeeper nanny. He added that due to my ex-wife’s financial situation, and in keeping with the terms of the divorce, I would not ask for any c***d support.Much to Karen’s disappointment the Judge agreed with my attorney. Outside the courtroom we made arraignments for the k**s to be moved to my home the next day. Karen was in tears but I was not moved. I did ask her to have lunch with me the day after to talk about the housekeeper nanny.Having Cheryl and David with me was great. My sister moved in for a few days to get them settled and do a little reconnecting.At lunch I dropped the bomb on my ex “Karen, I would like you to take the housekeeper nanny job.””Are you serious?” she was not sure how to take this idea.”I am very serious. The house has an in-law apartment that you can have as your own. I will pay you $400 per week plus room and board. But the best part is you will be with your c***dren every day.””This sounds too good to be true Rich, there must be a down side to this deal””Well Kathy there will be a couple of special rules you will have to obey. The first rule is you can’t go on any dates or have any boyfriends while you live in the house. The second rule is that you will provide me with sex wherever, whenever and however I want.”Karen was stunned “You must be out of your mind! Did you actually think I would agree to be your slave girl?””Not slave girl Karen, you will not be whipped and you don’t need to call me master or any of that. You will not be harmed. Well… there might be a few spankings but nothing too painful.”Karen sat quietly for several minutes then asked “And you will not have girl friends?” I knew right then that I had her. She was going to buy the deal. I wondered if the spanking requirement was a plus or a minus in her decision. I was looking forward to finding out.”I will have any girlfriends I want, however I will not bring them to the house or rub them in your nose.””Will we be doing things as a couple Rich? Playing golf, movies, parties and things like that?””We will not be married Karen, not ever! Those days are over. But if you treat me right, service with a smile so to speak, then things will be good. Treat me right and with respect and I will do the same to you. You still have my last name, we will live in the same house, and share the same c***dren. However I will never again give you my trust. We will never be married and I will throw you out with nothing if you ever cross me, disrespect me, or refuse me.”Karen moved into the in-law apartment two days later. The k**s were happy to have us all together again. I let Karen settle in the first night but the second night I told her “Shower and come to my room tonight at 11 please. Wear something sexy.”I came out of my bathroom naked to see her taking off her robe. She was wearing a shear black negleshay. She came to me with a small smile, I think she wanted to be kissed, she was going to be disappointed. “On your knees Karen!” To her credit she dropped to her knees immediately and took me in her mouth. She had never allowed me to finish in her mouth when we were married. Well we were not married now so when I was about to cum I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in close. She swallowed every drop.I then sat on the bed, took her over my knees and gave her ten slow strokes on her ass with my hand. When I was done I checked her pussy and found it dripping. “Did Gary ever do anal with you Karen?””No, I have never done that.” She said with fear in her voice.”Great! You have one last virginity to lose tonight!” Karen was really scared but I took it reasonably slow and used plenty of lube. I think she likes it now. But like it or not she does what I tell her.Things went good for a while but then one day she failed to show up for my morning blow job. I went down to the kitchen where she was getting the k**s ready for school. She gave me a nervous look and told me she was sorry but that she was “a little behind” this morning getting them ready. I waited until she returned to the house after walking them to the bus stop. When she came in the door I told her to hike up her skirt, lower her panties and lay across my lap. She was apprehensive but followed my instructions. I gave her a good spanking then let her give me that blow job. That evening I brought home a large dog cage and put it together in the walk in closet of the master bedroom. I told her next time she screwed up she would be spending time locked in the cage.Karen’s attitude improved and she has only been locked in the cage about once a month over the following two years. In a way that’s a shame, because when I click home that lock on her cage, turn off the light and shut the closet door on my caged ex-wife, I get a thrill I just can’t explain.Before she walked out I never could have treated her the way I do now. I had always treated her like a lady but now, when it comes to our sex life, I just don’t care. Locking her in a cage or giving her a spanking gives me pleasure. When we are with the k**s or with friends we get along like a normal couple. When it is about sex however I love seeing her squirm. Is this normal? Is this healthy? The truth is, I don’t give a shit! She made her cage, now she can lay in it.Will she cheat on me again? I don’t know but I don’t care all that much. If she does she is going to have to keep it quiet or she is out.Now the big question, do I love her? I’m not sure I know what that word means anymore. Before Karen walked out I knew. I was living a perfect life, the American dream. But now I don’t know just what I feel. When I see her taking care of a sick c***d, I love her. I love her on Christmas morning. But one day not long ago I walked into the kitchen and saw her sitting at the kitchen table with some paperwork. The same table she was at when she told me she was leaving me with the c***dren. I didn’t love her that day.My life isn’t perfect anymore, it never will be again. But I am no longer living in an empty house eating a frozen dinner with a plastic fork!Will I ever let her get the upper hand again? Hell No! Will she ever take my k**s away from me again? Not a chance? Will I ever marry her again? Not in this lifetime.Kind of extreme I guess, but there it is. I have to go right now, David has a soccer game and tonight is a PTA meeting at the k**s school.Life Goes On (except for Gary)

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