Chapter 2

After the warmth of the afterglow had faded Deb and her lover rose and showered. They dried each other and dressed. The two lovers paused to kiss and caress at each stage of dressing. When they were finally fully dressed and their lunch time of loving was finally complete, they walked out of the hotel room and straight into Mick O’Dell.

“Hello Deb,” I said as I rubbed the bracelet on my right wrist. “At it again I see,”

“No! No!” Deb repeated.

“And this must be Brian Howland. Hello Brian,” I half waved to him, remaining a good distance away.

“No Mick! Please no!” Deb pleaded, dropping to her knees.

“No what, Deb? Oh, you mean this.”

I looked at Brian Howland and closed my eyes and smiled.

There was a loud pop and Brian Howland’s head exploded, splattering gray matter and blood all over Deb O’Dell. She screamed and began to cry. I turned and slowly walked away.

“I’ll see you at home when you’re done with the police,” I said over my shoulder.

I drove back to my home and let myself in. I went into my office and once again opened the hidden panel on the side of my desk. After sliding the door open, I gently removed the old silver bracelet from my right wrist, placed it in the small velvet box and closed it before returning the box to the hidden area on the side of my desk.

Closing the panel, I sat back and wondered how long it would be before Deb cheated on me again. I needed to teach her the lesson that I was her husband, I loved her, I was her only lover, and I would kill anyone who got between us. My cock hardened at the thought of teaching her the facts of life.

About two hours later the doorbell rang at my home. When I opened the door, there was a police officer standing in front of my wife, protectively, and a female officer behind her, physically supporting her.

“Mr. O’Dell?”

“Yes, Officer...” I read the name from the small plate on his uniform, “Wilson. How may I help you?”

“You’re aware of the murder that your wife was a witness too?”

“Of course. I was standing no more than eight feet away from her when it happened.”

“May I ask what you saw?”

“I saw my wife and her lover come out of their hotel room and after I greeted them, his head exploded.”

“Do you know how?”

“Officer Wilson, I don’t own a gun, I didn’t hire anyone to shoot Brian Howland, and I never even stepped towards them. It just like the last time this happened.”

“The last time? This has happened before?”

“Yes. It was about, what Deb, three months ago?” I looked at my cowering wife, still behind the officer.

“Y ... yes ... three months,” she mumbled.

“You can ask Detective Powell. He fully investigated the whole thing last time.”

“I will do just that,” Officer Wilson said, making it sound like a threat. “Mr. O’Dell I’m leaving Mrs. O’Dell here with you. We offered to take her to a women’s shelter, but she insisted on coming back here. I trust that I won’t have to respond to a domestic violence call tonight or tomorrow.”

“Officer Wilson, I have never struck my wife. I’ve never raised my voice to her,” I explained in my usual high-pitched voice. “She has cheated on me twice now, that I know of, and I still love her. I’m going to be working very hard to have her change her ways and fall back in love with me. There will be no actions on my part that will call for you to return to my home.”

“Very well. Mrs. O’Dell are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes ... please just let me go home and leave me alone,” Deb answered quietly.

The officer stood aside, and Deb walked into the house. She went straight to the living room and sat in her normal spot on the couch. I turned back to the officers.

“If she’s not acting more like herself in the morning, I’ll take her to her doctor. I think she is still a little shocked by today.”

“I can understand why. I was in Afghanistan and I never saw a man’s entire head completely explode. Good night, Mr. O’Dell.”

“Good night, Officer Wilson,” I also nodded to the female officer who I’d not spoken too, out of courtesy.

Closing the door, I turned my attention to my wife. I walked into our living room and sat in my recliner. We sat in silence for a very long time.

“Deb, are you hungry?”

“No. You had to do it, didn’t you?”

“Do what? All I did was watch you two for the past few weeks, then, tonight, I watched you come out of the hotel room together. And then I watched his head explode.”

“I know that you are responsible for this, just like last time.”

“No Deb. You are responsible for this. You chose to have affairs with married men. By the way, Brian Howland’s wife and three children will benefit from his cheating, both financially and morally. just as did the family of Bill Weaver. Are you hungry?”

“No. Brian and I had a very nice lunch earlier.”

“Of course. At Martini’s. A very nice place for a last meal. Did you choose it?”

At that Deb broke down and began to sob uncontrollably. She moaned and screamed and sniffled. I handed her a box of tissues and sat back in my chair. After almost an hour of watching her, I stood and sat next to her.

“Deb, I’m going to bed. I expect you to join me. I’ll decide on your punishment in the morning. In the meantime, you need to calm yourself and come to bed without being an overly emotional woman. I still love you and want you to remain my wife.”

Standing, I kissed her on the top of her head and went to our bedroom. I showered and pulled on a t-shirt, before crawling into bed bottomless, like normal. I was still awake when Deb came in. She went straight to the shower and when she was done, she came to bed in a t-shirt only as well, like normal.

In the morning, I woke with a raging erection, so I rolled over to find my wife sleeping on the side of the bed furthest from me. I rose, walked to her side of the bed, lifted her top leg, straddled her bottom leg with one of my legs on the bed, and drove my cock into her sleeping, still unlubricated pussy. She screamed, just after her eyes went wide, realizing that it was time for her punishment.

I fucked away at her dry hole for several minutes before I came inside her. I remained in her as I softened and then I pissed into her pussy. When I was done, I withdrew, stood and spoke.

“Clean up this mess and make me breakfast.”

I walked into the bathroom and started the shower, all the time ignoring the sobs coming from the bed. After dressing, I walked past Deb, who was on her hands and knees, with a brush and soap washing the place on the stripped mattress where my piss had landed. I went to the kitchen to find the automatic coffee maker had again done its job. I poured a cup, went to the living room and turned on the television.

The story of Brian Howland was all over the news. Apparently when the son of a State Senator dies in such a spectacular manner, the press takes note, even though he was a member of the protected party. No one had yet announced the connection to the death of Bill Weaver, I guess Mr. Weaver was not connected enough. I guess politician’s lives mattered.

Finished with the news, I rose and went to the kitchen to find that Deb had not yet begun breakfast. I went back to the bedroom and found her kneeling on the floor next to the now scrubbed clean side of the mattress. I walked to her and lifted her face by her hair. With my other hand I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. I slapped her face with it until she opened her mouth. I pushed myself into her and proceeded to fuck her face until I needed to cum. I withdrew, stroked myself a few more times and shot a load of cum all over the clean portion of the mattress.

“Clean that up and have a good day at work. I’ll get breakfast on the way to work and I’ll see you tonight.” I tucked my softened penis into my pants and zipped up before leaving the room and then the house.

I hate my husband. I’ve cheated on him many times, looking for love, not just sex. He is an evil, maniacal, possessive and jealous asshole. But something has changed. He has killed my last two lovers. I know he did it. But the manner of their deaths was shocking. Their heads exploded. Mick stood there, a good seven to eight feet away from them and smiled as their head blew up like a bomb was inside their heads.