Ralph's Story -
I sat in my pickup truck listening to my favorite country music station as I watched the house at the end of the cul-de-sac down the street. My truck was partially in the darkness outside of the cone of light thrown down by the streetlamp. Nobody could see into the truck's cab, so I could keep watch with no worry of being seen.
The radio was playing LeAnne Rimes' How Do I Live Without You. It was very apropos as to my current situation. I listened to the refrain with a tear blurring my eye.
And tell me now,
How do I live without you?
I want to know,
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go,
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?
My name's Ralph. Let me go back five years to when all of this started.
It all started in Cincinnati where my first wife, Cheryl, and I had lived. I caught her playing put-the-dick-in-the-cunt with my best friend, Chad. I'd had his snorkeling gear in my pickup's small rear seat for several months. I'd just closed a deal to rewire the electrical systems at a home not far from his place, so I figured I would swing by in hopes he was home. If not, I had a key that he had given me to watch after the place when he was away on his various business trips. I could let myself in and dump the gear in his garage.
As I pulled up in front of his house I saw something that made my heart stop. My wife's car was parked next to his in the driveway. The reason I became immediately suspicious was that very morning Cheryl had told me she was driving to Columbus on business for her firm and would not be back until very late in the evening.
I got out of my truck, quietly made my way to Chad's front door and used my key. All was quiet as I gently closed the door with as little sound as I could make. I listened for several seconds and then heard the sound that tore out my heart. It was the unmistakable sound made by Cheryl as she was about to cum. I then detected a male grunting sound. The noises came from upstairs.
I slowly made my way up the steps and tiptoed down the hall to the door where the sounds were emanating. I heard Cheryl's voice as I reached the door. "Oh yes, please, fuck me harder! Deeper! Fuck me deeper! Give it to me! Oh, shit, you're so much better than Ralph. He can't do these things to me. I won't let him. Only you can take my ass."
The door was slightly ajar and I simply pushed it open. There on Chad's king size bed was my wife with her ass in the air and Chad rocking back and forth sawing his dick into her rectum. There was dried cum all over her face and hair. The place stank of sex. Sitting across the room in a chair was Cheryl's boss, Mr. Gleason, masturbating as he watched Chad ram in and out of Cheryl.
Gleason's prick immediately started deflating when I yelled, "What the fuck is going on here? What the hell are you bastards doing? Cheryl, what the hell is this? What are you doing fucking these guys?"
Cheryl began crying and screaming, "Oh god, oh god ... it's not what you think, I can explain. Let me get dressed and let me talk..."
I cut her off yelling, "Not what I think? How the hell do you know what I think?" I stopped to draw a breath and saw Chad had backed away and was slipping on his pants. Gleason just stood there with his limp dick displayed.
I took a breath and went on as loud as I could, "Want to know what I think? I think Chad and I better never cross paths again unless he wants to die." I saw him blanch because he knows I carry a shotgun in my pickup.
I pointed at Gleason and roared, "I also think I'm going to own the fucking company you work for when they find out my wife is being fucked by her boss."
I turned my rage to my wife quivering in shame on the bed. "And finally, you want to know what I think? I think you better not come back home. Find somewhere to stay. Maybe here with Chad, eh, old buddy? Or go with Gleason and share his house with his wife and kids. Or better yet go sell your cheating ass on the street. I'll be putting your stuff in garbage bags that you and your fuck buddies here can help you haul off."
Chad had been making his way slowly toward me as I went off on each of them. I knew he was doing it and expected he thought he could jump me and overpower me while I was ranting at Cheryl. Little did he know what awaited his poorly thought out next move. He knew I had been in the Army, but I'd never said Special Forces or what that meant.
When he sprang at me, I turned my body forty-five degrees and as he went by me, he hit my cheek with a glancing blow. I absorbed the punch and karate chopped him along the base of his neck. Down he went with a moan. I was so full of rage; I turned him over and kicked him square in the balls. Several times, if I remember.
I know he was throwing up as I turned to leave the room. I saw a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room with the record light on. These assholes were recording their repugnant activities! I went over and grabbed the camera and ripping it off the stand, made my way back to my truck.
I stumbled back to my truck and felt my stomach contents churn their way toward my mouth. After throwing up I sat in the cab for what could have been five minutes crying heavily as I felt my loss and my wrath build.
I heard noises and saw Gleason running out with his pants on but his shirt still unbuttoned and flapping in the wind as he ran. A few minutes later an EMS rescue vehicle arrived. I got a grip on my emotions and drove off before the cops showed up. I was sure they would arrest me for assaulting Chad.
Sure enough, I'd been home less than an hour when the police arrived and arrested me. I had new locks in my truck because part of my company did locksmith work. I changed out the door locks in less than ten minutes placing a new house key in the magnetic box I kept under my truck's fender.
I'd made good use of my time and threw all of Cheryl's clothes and everything from her drawers and makeup table out into the front yard. I then turned on the yard sprinkler system. And finally, I hid the video camera in spot behind an old lawn mower in my garden shed. I threw a canvas tarp over the mower. The camera was as hidden as I could make it.
When the cops arrived, I told them I would come with them peacefully and make a statement. They let me lock the house and put the key under the doormat for Cheryl. Actually I placed the old house key under the mat and palmed the copy of new one that now resided under my truck's fender.
I asked them if we could walk out to the police car without cuffs so as not to give the neighbors cause for rumors. The cops had been at Chad's and were aware of what had happened. They had sympathy for me and agreed not to cuff me. As we neared the car, one of the cops opened the rear door as I turned to the other one and asked how Chad was.
He opened his notepad and read what he had on his condition. I really didn't give a shit about his condition. I just wanted to divert the guy's attention long enough to drop the new house key in the thick grass along the curb.
Now Cheryl had no way to get in the house without drilling out the locks. She would have to deal with all of her personal possessions being strewn around the yard wet from the continuing watering. I'd not turned the watering system off when I left with the police.
When I got to the police station I asked for my lawyer. He showed about two hours later. I told him I was going to plea innocent by reason of temporary insanity. I told him where to find the video camera. I also told him I wanted divorce papers drawn up at once. Ohio allows adultery as cause for divorce and if the video tape supported my claims of her wanton adultery, it would be a slam dunk.
We then sat with the two cops for an hour as I gave them my statement. They eyed each other on occasion as if to say, "I'd probably have down the same thing."
It turns out Cheryl had been brought back to the house by her father. She was in no condition to drive so her car still sat in Chad's driveway. I'm sure she made up a good story to tell her folks on why her car was at Chad's — during the day — with another man present — and her husband not knowing.
She shrieked and fell to her knees when saw all of her stuff drenched and scattered around the yard. She went to door with her purse and tried her key. It didn't work. She looked under the mat and saw the key. She thought, good, the cops made him leave the new key. At least he can't lock me out. She picked up the key and tried it. It didn't work!
It was now almost dark. She and her father spent the time the last few hours of daylight picking up her personal stuff then she rode to her folks' house for the night. Tomorrow she would straighten this out. Ralph's just going to have to listen to me. I'll post bail and he'll have to listen.
The lawyer went to the house the next morning and found the video camera. He watched the tape's content and met me in a meeting room at the jail as soon as visiting hours started. He smiled at me and said, "It's a slam dunk. The camera caught everything. She has been doing this with Chad for almost six months. Apparently her boss found out about it and threatened to tell you unless she gave in to him, too. He also threatened Chad with telling you unless he could participate."
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