A Big Mistake

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Caution: This Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Gang Bang, .

Desc: Fiction Story: A businessman Biker finds out his wife is a cheating shrew. He solves the problem and gets his revenge. Be kind, this story has some non standard vernacular and was not intended to be written or read as perfect U. S. English.

ETHAN JEROME SNYDER—husband

Jean—wife Saul—wife's lover DUDE—Ethan's friend

"Damn it Ethan why can't I take the truck and load all our things in it? You know how sweaty we get if we don't have the trailer and AC. At least with the truck we can take the big tent and our little generator and room air conditioner so we can be comfortable."

CRAP Jean was still on her high horse. I was getting tired of listening to her grousing about comfort. In truth she didn't even like most of my friends and our camping at any time. She especially didn't like the bike rally's I went to several times a year but she refused to let me go alone. She was insanely jealous of me and had gotten into several altercations when she thought I was paying too much attention to another woman or they were coming onto me. We had always just been visiting but she took it wrong every time. Now her constant bitching and mistrust were making me think of doing more than visit with some of the ladies but so far I hadn't. In any event, she was not about to let me go alone and since I refused to stay home with her she insisted on coming with me.

Normally Jean wasn't quite this hard to live with but we had broken the axel on the little trailer we pulled with the GoldWing on our last trip. That meant we could only take what we could put on the bike with us until I got it repaired or bought a new trailer. I wasn't too worried because I could get everything we had to have on the bike. I could make a tent out of tarps for shelter and we had our sleeping bags and air mattresses but SHE wanted AC and a small shower I had rigged from tarps and poles we took with us when I pulled the trailer. There were always a few water faucets to get water from for the shower and a rubber hose lying in the sun could heat water up nicely. She did like her creature comforts don't ya know.

I just stared at her once more then walked over to the Wing and got on. I looked at her and said, "NO. We are going to a bike rally and the ground is too rough for the truck and big trailer. Besides, we have everything we need on the Wing. Now are you coming with me or are you staying home?"

With a huff she flounced over and climbed onto the bike. She yelled at me as we started out of our driveway. She said, "You know damn well I intend to come. I'm not letting you run around all weekend with those sluts trying to get you into their nasty old cunts."

Our three-hour drive was icy cold even though the temperature outside was pushing 90 degrees Fahrenheit. I knew Jean was resilient and would begin to enjoy the trip after she got over her tantrum. She did seem to like to talk and party with most of the people there. In fact, if I knew her she would figure out some way to be cool and clean up before she had been there three hours. There was a stream to swim in and most of us took a bar of soap and bathed in it. She was too prissy to do that unless forced to. There were always a few people who came to these things in motor homes or drug a trailer behind their truck. We had even done that a time or two but you had to be really careful if you did. Besides, I didn't like to lock myself away inside one of those things during the rally. I wanted to meet people and hang with my buds. I guess I was old school too. It just didn't seem like camping if you did it in a trailer or motor home.

I had done a tour in the Army and learned all about living off the land while I was in the Rangers. I considered making it a career but decided to get out and return to my beloved hill country and the family business. When I got out of the Army I became warehouse manager in my families building material business. One day I would own and manage it. My younger sister was the office manager and Dad the Business Manager. We weren't rich but we did pretty well. Jean had become prissy after she decided we were Big Ducks in our Little Puddle of a town. We were one of the oldest families in town and operated one of the largest businesses. She felt like that made us (her especially) special and demanded special treatment from those who she could bully into giving it.

I did not like that part of her and, in truth; I was coming to not like much of what she had become. She was more and more a demanding shrew trying to run my life, the business and the town. We had several spirited discussions about her attitude and I was feeling the heat once again. When Jean got angry with me her loving dried up and she became the wicked witch of the north. It had been four days since I had even received a kiss from her because of my refusal to let her take the truck and larger trailer to the rally.

When we arrived I paid our camping fees and we cruised around looking for a place to pitch our little makeshift tent. As I rode I saw several friends and waved to them. A time or two I would stop to visit for a moment. Finally, near the river I found the perfect spot to camp. I could tie a rope between four large trees and we could have a very nice tent to sleep under. It would have to be a really heavy rain to get us wet but this time of year it just did not rain. I could drop the sides for privacy if I could talk Jean into a little loving.

I pulled up and stopped. I quickly began organizing the camp. Jean stood and watched me for a while and grudgingly helped if I demanded it. I almost had the tent finished when I turned to ask Jean to help stake it down. She was gone. I figured she had gone for water or something so kept on working. After I finished she still had not returned. I walked off to begin visiting and to see if I could find her.

I had covered most of the nearby area when I walked into a small cluster of two trailers and a motor home arranged in a triangle. Jean was sitting on the ground near a tall, well built blond man about our age. She was looking at him and laughing, drinking a beer when I walked up. I knew him and the group he was with slightly and didn't really like them much. They had been to several of the Rally's nearby in the last two years and always wandered around together. They usually made smart-ass comments about and to other bikers then laughed among themselves at the joke.

If someone took exception to a comment they didn't fight one on one but would gang him or her. I walked up and sat beside Jean. I reached for her beer for a swallow and she pulled it away and snarled, "Get your own damn beer. I'm still thirsty and this one is almost gone."

The man Jean had been talking to glared at me and started to rise. He said, "Hey asshole. Who invited you to sit at our camp? Get your ass out of here before you get hurt. You need to leave our women alone too or we'll make you wish you had."

I stood and walked over to his cooler. I snagged a beer, opened it and took a long swallow. He had started for me and two of the others rose to back him up. He snarled, "You asshole. Those are our beers and we didn't invite you to have one. We want $2.00 for the beer then you get your ass on down the trail."

I looked over at him and said, "Well asshole I was invited to get a beer. My wife over there has been with you while I set up our camp. She invited me to get my own beer. Now I'm going to keep this beer and my wife and I are leaving."

I walked over to Jean and reached down. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She resisted but I was stronger than she. I began walking away from the group and heard them coming after me. I was about to let Jean go and face them when a half dozen of my friends rode up. They stood watching the four guys then Joe asked, "Hey Ethan what's up? These fellas givin' ya a hard time?"

"No," I replied. "I had been hunting Jean and found her having a beer with them. They invited me to leave their camp so I got Jean and we were leaving. You know this group. They just were about to bite off more than they could chew is all."

About then Jean decided to put her two cents worth in. She said, "Dammit Ethan I wasn't ready to leave yet. Saul said I could use his shower and if we got too hot we could use his motor home to cool off because he has a generator and Air Conditioner. I'm not leaving until I get my shower. Now let me go. I was going to clean up after I had a couple more beers. I'll be back later."

I looked down at Jean and said, "Not very likely Honey. I'm not leaving you alone with those assholes no how, no way. If you want to clean up or cool off you can use the stream like the rest of us. Now come on."

I began walking back toward our camp pulling her as my friends rode slowly beside us. Her face was beet red and I knew I was really in for it now. I tried to explain to her. I said, "Honey those Jackals were going to get you drunk and inside the motor home then they were going to gang fuck you. They've done it before and they will do it again. Several of us have had a talk with them about doing that but they keep trying. I'm not about to let my wife be turned into one of their whores without a fight. Now come on."

Jean glared at me all the way back to our tent, pulling against me the whole distance. I'm normally slow to anger but when I become angry I am hell on wheels to deal with. I was rapidly approaching that point and I think she knew it. By the time we got to our campsite Jean was beginning to apologize for her behavior. She said, "Oh, Honey, I'm sorry. You know how I get when I get hot and sweaty. I just hate to feel this way and those guys seem like really OK people. They were funny and fun to be with and they said their wives were out wandering the camp so I know they wouldn't have tried any funny stuff. Now please, can't I just go over and get my shower and cool off for a while?"

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