- Joined
- Nov 22, 2025
- Messages
- 298
It was almost 7:30 when I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a strange Kia parked in my driveway on my side along with her car inside the garage in its usual place. I've read all those Literotica stories on line about strange cars in the driveway and what it meant for the poor unsuspecting cuckhold of a husband. I came inside quietly and made my way down the hall to our bedroom. I saw the flickering candle light coming from inside the room and hear the sounds of people having sex. I knew what this meant, my marriage was now over so I no longer had anything to lose. I grabbed my aluminum softball bat from the hall closet, continued walking down the hallway to our bedroom and quietly opened the partially open door. When I saw some asshole on top of my wife fucking away at her I lost my mind. I began swinging the bat at the asshole hitting him over and over in the side of the head and in his ribcage. He was swept right off of her and onto the floor where I continued pummeling him with my bat, but the next 7 or 8 swings were right at his balls. I knew he'd never father children after this and if he actually lived he'd suffer some petty severe brain damage on top of many broken ribs, a broken nose, his teeth knocked out and last but not least, 2 busted up knees and hips. He'd suffer for the feat of his miserable life for fucking this whore and so would she.
She was crying and begging for her life saying she was so sorry and this was the first time she's ever done anything like this before. I screamed at the top of my lungs for her to pack a bag and get the fuck out of my house. I told her she'd better not even think of calling an ambulance for this asshole because I wanted him to bleed out in the street. I told her to take his car and dump it somewhere far away from my house and then she could sleep in a shelter for the rest of her life but she couldn't stay here anymore. I said her time as my wife was over so get the fuck out! She threw some things into an overnight bag, ran out to the assholes car and drove away. I dragged his broken and bloody body down the street and out into someone's driveway over on the next block. I ran the hose sending his blood and guts down the sewer and away from my house. I really hoped the prick had died by now. I knew he didn't deserve to live any longer and if he did I'd eventually put an end to his life eventually.
About 2 hours later I saw the red lights flying by on the main drag where I left the assholes body. It was after midnight now so I'd have to check online if I wanted to find any information out on the assholes condition. I decided that I didn't care enough to check so I just kept pouring myself drinks. Eventually, I fell asleep. Waking up there was someone at my door knocking and ringing the bell. I looked at my phone and saw it was her sister and her sisters husband standing there. I asked what they wanted, my brother-in-law said they just wanted to talk to me for a while, would I let them inside? I went to the door and let them in. Her sister apologized for disturbing me but said that my wife was a mess after I'd caught her last night and she was afraid that I was going to divorce her. I had to say it, so I did. I said that I thought she was really stupid but there's no putting anything over on her, is there? She was right, I was filing for divorce and I didn't want anyone to ask me to reconsider because infidelity is a one and done offence with me. No 2nd. chances!
He said that no one would blame me for kicking her to the curb because that's exactly what he'd do if his wife ever cheated on him. Her sister started handing me some flimsy excuses and I stopped her midsentence by saying that I wish she could hear herself talking. What bullshit she was spewing! I said what part of no second chances do you not understand? I told her it's over and there was no going back, not for her and not for me. Then she asked if I heard what happened to the guy her sister was fucking in my bed? I said I didn't know and I didn't care either. She said the morning TV News and papers said he was found near dead a couple of blocks from here. I told her that I couldn't care less what happened to him and I still don't. I told both of them that my once loving wife was a liar, a cheat, a whore and I no longer have any use for anyone like that in my life so they better convince the slut not to fight the divorce or I'd make it my business to ruin her life all over town. I said she'd have to move to the southern hemisphere in order to get away from it!
I had my attorney file the papers the very next day. She was staying with her parents so that's where she was served. I refused to meet with her, talk to her, attend marriage counseling secessions with her and anything else other than divorce. It took her 9 months to finally realize and accept that out marriage was over. The asshole she was fucking that night was still in a coma nearly a year later and the prognosis wasn't very good. Even if he woke up he'd have some pretty severe brain damage and he'd probably be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his miserable and painful life. It couldn't have happened to a better asshole as far as I was concerned. I hoped the ex felt a lot of guilt about what she did to me, our marriage and the fact that asshole would be perfectly healthy if she'd only kept her legs closed. I made sure every time I saw her I reminded her of all those facts as I laughed at her. I knew she was miserable, severely depressed and I wanted to do my best to deepen her depression every chance I got. I hated her and him and was happy for their pain and suffering! Life was good after all!
