Just Once - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 2

... ninety days. Any other divorce took a year. There had to be proof of adultery or admission of guilt in open court. I knew that would never happen.

I walked back into the house and made coffee. I did not see or hear my wife and made no effort to find her. I filled my travel cup and went back to the workshop.

I thought about what I wanted to do. Over the five hours, I sat listening to wild sex and silence, I had thought about Elaine and my time together. There had never been any time in our five years when I thought we were in trouble or even had a significant argument. Our life was good, almost perfect. As I said before, we were ready to start building a family, and this weekend would be the first serious discussion on how many and when we would begin to. We were ready.

But after last night, I had my doubts about being ready, though if I decided to stay with Elaine making her pregnant could solve any doubts about her love for me, and keeping her barefoot and pregnant could ensure she would not fuck around on me again.

I was exhausted now, having not slept for almost thirty hours. I broke out a bedroll and cot, setting it up in my workshop. I went outside to relieve myself, returned, and locked the door. With the light off, it was pitch black, so I quickly fell into a deep sleep.

My dreams were ugly. Seeing my wife and Mathew fucking, dominated them. Her squeals and his cumming inside her made me toss and turn. After some time, I sat straight up and heard a light ...

... knock on the door. Then, a whisper. "Al, are you OK?"

I lay back and said nothing. My dreams upset me, and I knew I could no longer let this linger. I stood and opened the door. I looked down at my wife, standing with her head lowered and looking at the floor.

"Wife, what do you want?" I knew she hated me calling her by anything other than her name, so calling her 'wife' would grate on her.

She looked up at my middle, not raising her eyes to mine. "I want to talk to you and explain what I can about what happened." She lowered her face again, and I saw tears dripping on the floor.

I made a snap decision, closed the door, and locked it again. Elaine needed to feel real pain, and my rejection of her now closing the door and locking it in her face would devastate her.

I heard a deep sobbing moan, then a rustling outside the door. My wife had crumbled to the floor sobbing. I felt terrible for her, but she did this to herself, so she had to deal with her pain until I was ready to relieve it.

I was not divorcing Elaine, but she would learn a powerful lesson about her self-control and my tolerance. She has seen my violent side and will soon feel my retribution for her misdeed. But on my timeline, not hers.

I lay back down and was able to fall asleep again.

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After some time, I awoke; my body was hungry, not having eaten in many hours. I turned on the light. It was mid-afternoon, and my belly was empty. I needed to eat and write a note to ...