The original story by Mr. Hooked1957 is a very emotional and tragic story. This heartbreaking tale about Bobby Sprague and his wife of 17 years, Traci, is so sad. It is all about how this poor beautiful but bored housewife goes back to work once the young children are old enough for school. The only problem is, this exposes the very beautiful, previously faithful, and loyal housewife, to the irresistible temptation of a very good-looking millionaire.
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I wasn’t completely satisfied, with the way, the original story played out. I desired a much bigger burn on the wife and her lover. So I asked the great author “Hooked1957” for permission to do an alternate version ending.
Much appreciation to Hooked 1957 for his Permission, which was quickly granted.
If you have not read the original, please read it first to more fully understand this sad tragedy, so typical of today’s modern families. Please, see the link below. It might help.
Please find the original story by ‘Hooked1957 A Promise Made, A Vow Broken.
My alternate ending begins at the Christmas Gala, where Bobby first realizes Jackson represents a real potential threat to his marriage. I hope you enjoy this Super Big BTB. Thanks, Buster2U
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My name is Bobby Sprague and my wife’s name is Traci. We’ve been married now for just over 17 years. We have two wonderful children and they are finally old enough to go to school. So Traci decided she needed to get a job to keep herself busy.
Traci has been working at an upscale art gallery. Mostly to give herself some self-esteem, I guess. Traci doesn’t really need to work, as I make pretty good money as a US Govt computer programmer, for one of the more secret govt. agencies.
Whenever I stop by Traci’s work, to take my her to lunch, I notice that she always seems to flirt with her men customers, much more than I’m comfortable with. Most especially with the more well-to-do men that shop at the Art Gallery. Most recently she has been enamored with Jackson Aloysius Fairchild. Who is a 28 yr old Real Estate Millionaire. He also happens to be a pretty good-looking guy.
I never had any reason to be jealous or suspect my wife, Traci, was cheating until the Christmas Gala, at the Art Gallery she works for. We weren’t there very long before I noticed Jackson had his arm around my wife. I couldn’t attack him with a baseball bat, like he deserved, in front of 200 or 300 guests at this gala. But I did remove his arm, off my wife, just to receive a smart-ass smirk from the asshole.
The next thing I know, I had lost track of my wife, Traci, somewhere in the mass of people at the Christmas Gala. I panicked, where is my beautiful wife? I quickly begin to search everywhere for her. I checked inside every office upstairs and down. I actually expected to find them having sex over a desk. Fortunately, all the offices were not locked.
Then, I decided I better look outside. So, I rush outside, through the front door, in a panic, my heart is breaking. I eventually finally find my beautiful wife, in the far back parking lot, in the backseat of Jackson’s Jag with Jackson. I am thinking if Traci wasn’t already giving Jackson a blow job, she sure looked like she was getting close to it now. Traci was cuddled up, way too close to Jackson, and probably had her hand on his crotch.
I quickly walk up to Jackson’s car and rip open the rear passenger door, startling the couple inside…
I escorted my wife from Jackson’s car and we started walking to where my Ford F-150 was parked.
“Wait, I can’t leave yet.” Traci pleads “The party’s got another two hours. I’m expected to stick around for the whole thing and be one of the hostesses,” Traci said with an urgency in her voice.
“If that is the case, what are you doing out here? But, if you want to stay Traci, that is no problem, just don’t think that you can ever come home again. I will see a divorce attorney in the morning.” I threaten.
We get into my truck and start heading home.
“I’m sorry Bobby, I was just flirting with Jackson. I wouldn’t really do anything with him that I shouldn’t.” Traci pleads
“You don’t need this job Traci, and now I can see that you are just doing this to fuck around. It is very obvious!”
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong, Honey.” purrs Traci
“Really? Then, Why are you out here alone, with that asshole? Just what the hell do you think you were doing out here alone with him?” I said forcefully, at her.
“We were listening to his car’s sound system. It’s amazing,” purrs Traci.
“Bull Shit! It looked much more like you were getting ready to give him a blow job. It looked to me like you were working on earning yourself a divorce tonight! That is what it looked like! What business did you have to let Jackson take you out here alone? Do you think that is a good idea?” I scream at her.
Traci always gets all Huffy just because Bobby didn’t trust her when she acts like a slut. Acting all insulted when Bobby calls her out on her sleazy actions.
“We weren’t doing anything Bobby, just listening to his stereo.” purrs Traci
“Bull Shit! How stupid do you think I am? Do you expect me to believe that Bull Shit? How stupid are you, to believe, that line of crap? Is that the stupid line that Jackson used on you to get you alone?” I screamed
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong, Honey.” purrs Traci.
“One more time pulling crap like this and you’re going to find out how wrong it is! Because next time I will divorce your cheating ass! That exact kind of thing is what is going to be the end of our marriage! I am getting totally fed up with your phony excuses, and lies.” I screamed again
“The way it looks, if you haven’t cheated on me yet, with Jackson, it looks like you are about to!” I explained rather loudly.
“Honey, don’t get so upset. I was only flirting. I was just simply trying to give Jackson the idea that if he spent a couple million at the Art Gallery, that I would be his bonus.” purrs Traci.
“What! Are you fucking nuts!? Don’t you understand what I am saying? That kind of crap is totally unacceptable. Don’t you ever, ever, ever, give a man the impression that you will “put out” for him, for ANY reason! That makes you a fucking whore!” Do you want to be a whore, Traci? Is that what you want?” I screamed at Traci.
“No, Honey. I don’t want to be a whore.” purrs Traci.
“Well if you don’t want to be a whore, Stop fucking acting like one! If you want to keep acting like a whore, I am just going to divorce your cheating ass! Is that what you want Traci? STOP ACTING LIKE WHORE!!! Cuz I won’t put up with my wife acting like a whore!!” I screamed at Traci
“I’m sorry Bobby, I didn’t mean to piss you off, Honey.” purrs Traci.
“You better start listening to me! Don’t you ever go sneaking off with Jackson, ever again! Ever again! Or you can start looking for someplace else to live! I am so fucking pissed off at you two at this moment! How can you pull this kind of crap?” I scream.
“Bobby, you got yourself all worked up over nothing. I didn’t do anything with Jackson, except maybe tease him and flirt a little bit. Nothing to be upset about Bobby. Really.” purrs Traci.
“Traci, We’ve been married almost 20 years and suddenly you are acting like a total fucking slut! What is wrong with you? You have no business coming out there to the back parking lot alone with Jackson unless you planning on giving him a blow job!” I screamed again slightly less loudly.
“Honey, I was just teasing him, trying to get him to think that maybe, I was available if he spent a few million with the Gallery. But, I wasn’t going to really do anything with him.” Traci continued playing innocent.
Things were cool between us for the next few weeks.
Traci doesn’t like it being called out for acting like a whore. But she frequently will act that way, until I catch her, and put her in her place. But this way of acting is really getting outrageous, even for Traci!
After our words on the way home, I seriously wondered if our marriage was going to survive this Jackson guy or even my screaming at her like a crazy guy. It is hard to understand how a good wife, can suddenly start acting like she is oblivious to what she is doing.
Then, what a pompous asshole Jackson is, and Traci is acting like an out-of-control slut with him! I tend to think, that Traci is really, completely aware, of exactly what she has been doing.
By the time we got home, I had decided on a course of action.
The first thing I started to do was to learn everything there was to know about Jackson Aloysius Fairchild. A tall good looking, well-built, rich guy of 28. He has the world by the tale. How could any woman refuse him? He has everything, good looks, a good body, and lots of money.
Jackson has everything, everything to lose, that is.
You might have picked up, early in this story, that I am a Computer Programmer for our Government. That isn’t half of it. I am a “master tech” aka HACKER for the CIA. My hacker handle is “The Punisher” The Best of the best, believe it!
Traci has no idea about all the thousands, if not millions, that I already have stashed in “offshore” secret accounts. It is easy for me. Actually, we could be living the life of Jackson right now, if I wanted. But that isn’t any kind of life for a growing family with young children.
Once the kids are grown, I do intend for us to retire early.
The first goal of my research was to learn where Jackson keeps all his money. After I found his office computer system and hacked into that, I felt comfortable that I had found a good portion of his money.
But I didn’t want to just damage him by taking some of his money. I wanted to destroy him and take all his money if he continues like this and fucks my wife. If he destroys my marriage, I am going to totally destroy him.
So I kept at it, searching for more and more details about Jackson. “know thy enemy” has always been my philosophy. The philosophy of “The Punisher!”
The way Traci was acting toward Jackson, right in front of me, at the Christmas Gala, made me suspect that Traci probably is even more “friendly” with Jackson when I’m not around. The balls of that guy to take my wife out to his vehicle during the Gala.
I strongly suspect that Jackson did it to either get a blow job or just to show me he can have Traci’s pussy anytime he wants. But was this even the first time he had her alone?
Jackson’s ballsy attitude really pisses me off. If Traci has already been in his bed, it wouldn’t surprise me a bit. But when I have proof she has, that will be the end of our marriage.
Traci always says she just flirts to help make the sale. Well, there is flirting and there is flirting. If Traci actually fucks Jackson, she will never sleep with me again. I hacked into the Galley’s computer system as well. Just to make sure I know what is going on there.
I even went into Jackson’s college history to seek info on all his good friends, fraternity brothers, and his parents and family. I can’t leave anything to chance.
Now, to leave a few of my custom programs behind (aka virus), to just
“get my way” and it won’t be long until I know everything there is about Jackson. I already activated some standard apps on Traci’s phone and put GPS trackers and recording devices in Traci’s car and purse.
I don’t enjoy spying on my wife. It is just that since the Christmas Gala, I don’t trust her with Jackson, at all.
I see some emails about some Fourth of July BBQ at Jackson’s. I suspect that this is just a scam to get, in Traci’s panties. If it is, this will be Jackson’s last BBQ. He doesn’t know whose wife he is messing with.
I expect Traci to demand we go to this BBQ. I will resist at first but accept in the end. I do want to go there to fully observe their interactions and plant at least a dozen or more hidden cameras in his house.
I already have my poison emails set up to go out. They are all ready to be sent out to everybody Traci and Jackson know, just to destroy their reputations with family, friends, all their business associates, and potential business associates.
But I would like just a little video or two, to spice it up a little bit. That I will get at the BBQ most likely. If they do anything to piss me off, it won’t be good for them.
Traci continued playing innocent, but things were not the same between us for the next several weeks. It is a good thing I was monitoring Jackson’s emails, or I would have been completely taken by surprise when Traci told me she accepted an invitation to Jackson’s lake cottage for the Fourth of July weekend.
It was to be us, Traci’s boss and his wife, and two or three other married couples that were friends of Jackson’s. We were heading up on Friday afternoon and would stay until midday Sunday, and Jackson was grilling for both days, with a full bar, swimming, boating, and whatever else was available.
I started to protest, just for show, but Traci just said we were going and walked away. I had a bad feeling about this BBQ, but I did want to get to his estate and look around myself.
The weekend started great. I got a chance to plant every bug I had, in and around Jackson’s home, with special attention to the master bedroom. I also set up a remote server to receive and then transmit everything to the cloud that it recorded.
All I had to do was beg off from going boating on their first cruise. I blamed my upset stomach as to why I couldn’t go. Then, while everyone else spent several hours out on the lake in Jackson’s rather large sailboat, I had a free run of Jackson’s home.
Since Jackson just couldn’t help himself, he had to try to burn me by getting all the women to take off their bikini tops while out on the boat. Of course, Traci loved that as she has the biggest and best boobs of all the women this weekend.
Traci, then basically stayed topless the rest of the weekend. I just can’t believe the balls of these two. I didn’t want to say anything about this and seem like the biggest asshole ever.
Jackson had a big fancy grill set up in the backyard at his cottage and even had a completely stocked fridge with beer, wine, ice, and mixers for the mixed drinks. When Jackson brought out several platters of marinated steaks and started setting them on the grill as everybody got excited, putting in their orders.
All the folks, just sat around in chairs, just off the grill area with their drinks. While Jackson was unexpectantly, a gracious host. Surprisingly Jackson was so far minding himself around Traci, who seemed to be staying just a bit further away from Jackson than she had at Christmas. I was surprised.
The night went great and we all went to our respective bedrooms at about midnight, with Jackson as the lone single person going off by himself to the master bedroom.
Saturday morning started with a visit to the little town connected to the lake. It was a little tourist trap with all sorts of cute little shops, and most of the women came back with bags of special deals, souvenirs, and other useless junk items.
After we ate, a volleyball game broke out. Of course, all the women had to put on their bikinis for this. Traci thought it would be more fun if all the women took off their tops again, as she removed hers and then encouraged the other women to do the same.
This made the volleyball game so much more fun, with all the bouncing boobs. Tho, to me, it seemed like everyone was just trying to cop a feel of Traci’s big C-cup tits.
We enjoyed another great meal, and after sitting around shooting the breeze for a couple of hours, Traci’s boss, Lou, suggested that he and I take a walk around the lake to get ready for our meal later.
Considering the amount that we have been eating and drinking, it seemed like an excellent idea to get a little exercise. Maybe even burn a few calories, at the same time, before the next big meal.
In reality, Lou just wanted some time to privately talk to me. It seems, Lou mostly just wanted to explain to me a few things about how things work.
First, that Jackson’s business was very important to Lou’s business. That is why Lou only hires very attractive women, for salespeople.
Then, that Traci was very heavily invested in getting all the business that she could from Jackson.
That I needed to understand that, Jackson almost always has his way with ALL the attractive saleswomen.
Then, and most importantly, that I should NOT let it bother me, or let affect our marriage when Jackson puts his cock inside my wife, Traci.
Lou went on to explain, that as long as Traci is on birth control, no damage would be done, and that there shouldn’t be any repercussions or problems of any kind.
Lou tried to reassure me, “That when Jackson fucks Traci, he will quickly get bored with her, so he won’t try to keep her or take her away from you. You always have to remember that. Jackson always gets quickly bored with his seductions, regardless of how pretty they are or how great they fuck. To Jackson, they are a dime a dozen.
I sincerely thanked Lou for this information, acting like I was relieved. Then I asked Lou if he thought Jackson had fucked Traci yet. Lou thought he probably had, with all the time she has spent alone with him up here at his house. Then he explained that I shouldn’t let it bother me in the least when he does have sex with her.
Lou reasons, that “Traci still acts very affectionate towards you, and Traci obviously still loves you, so you shouldn’t make such a big deal about Traci just trying to make a sale. Even if she has to give up some of her pussy to do that.” Lou explained
I thanked Lou for the ‘heads up’ but then explained to him, that “this is just what I thought was going on. That “Traci and I have been married almost 20 years. That If I had wanted a whore for a wife, I would have married one in the first place. But I didn’t want a whore for a wife then, and I still don’t want one now.” I said.
Lou just makes a grunt at that. Then I continued…
“That if I can find or get evidence that Traci has fucked Jackson, I will divorce Traci in a heartbeat and then I will sue you and your Gallery for encouraging Traci to be a whore for the Gallery.” Lou didn’t seem to like that and just frowned, at a loss for words.
It took us about 30 minutes to get all the way around the lake. When we got back the group had shifted from the table to the chairs and lounges. I wasn’t really happy when I saw Traci sitting in a lounge chair leaning back against Jackson. Then I realized, Traci still had her bikini top off and Jackson was holding her breasts.
When I saw this I was so totally enraged that I charged Jackson as fast as I could. Traci ducked just in time as I through a full body tackle on him punching him hard in the face, as fast as I could over and over again.
“YOU fucking asshole Jackson, what are doing with my wife! I’ll rip your fucking balls off you bastard!” I scream as I tackled the bastard.
Unfortunately for me, Jackson was expecting a big reaction like that from me. The other guys were ready and quickly grabbed me. Preventing any more punches to the bastard’s face, and then they told me to leave if I was going to act that way!
Traci quickly decided to take me to the kitchen to try to calm me down and explain things calmly.
“Jackson has asked me to sleep with him tonight. and I accepted.” Traci purred.
I realized this is my chance to win an Oscar, I spoke loud so all the people outside could hear me as well as Traci.
“Traci, I know you want to whore yourself to Jackson to make a big sale. But do you have to act like a slut and a whore in front of everyone here?”
Traci had a look of shame flash quickly over her face, just for a moment.
I then continued…
“Letting Jackson put his hands on your married bare breasts, looks just like you are nothing more than a cheating fucking whore! This is just the kind of thing that I expected after the way you were acting at the Gala. I guess you don’t care if you have a home to come back to.” I explained.
“Bobby, it is just sex. His cock isn’t going to hurt my pussy. I’ll come back to you in the morning, and I will be all yours again. Just like it never happened.” Traci purrs.
“Don’t you understand Traci, I don’t want a whore for a wife! If you do this we are over, completely over!” I screamed.
Traci looked me straight in the eye for the first time all evening and announced:
“Jackson has asked me to sleep in his bed tonight, and I want to do it. We’ve been flirting ever since he walked into our gallery, almost a year ago. I accepted his proposal. It is just sex Bobby, I want to feel that big cock of Jackson’s deep in my pussy!” Traci purrs
Traci continued “This has nothing to do with love. This is purely about sex, Bobby,” Traci purrs. “I’ve been completely faithful to you for 17 years, you are the only man I love. But I want to have sex with Jackson tonight. He excites me, and I want to see what a different man feels like.” Traci purrs
“After tonight, I will go back to being your completely faithful wife for the rest of our lives, but I think you owe me one night.” Traci purrs
I realized this was the moment to make Traci a star and win an Oscar for myself. So I played it up for the cameras, as had planted several in the kitchen.
“So, nothing to do with love, just sex. Oh, you mean just like a whore!” I exclaimed.
“Traci, I have been completely faithful to you, for 17 years also. You don’t see me trying to fuck some other woman, just to see what it would be like!”
“Please Traci, please don’t fuck Jackson and destroy our marriage, Traci. Please, Honey, please. Think of our children, Honey. They are going to miss you so much.”
I cried, tears streaming down my face. (Oscar for that, I’m sure)
“This is breaking my heart, Traci. How could you do this to our family? One of the most treasured things about our marriage is that we have always been completely faithful to each other.” I cried, then sniffled. (making sure I had a good angle for the closest camera)
“I love and treasure the fact, that your pussy has only ever been for me.” I cried tears streaming down my face. “I have never had to be concerned about diseases. I never had to worry about our children being mine. I never had to worry about your heart being just for me. Please Honey don’t do this.”
I cried more and more tears…
“Traci, you are breaking my heart. Please don’t do this to our children. Please don’t do this to our family.” I begged, with tears in my eyes, and got down on my knees crying. (looking up towards Traci, but really the cameras, best yet!)
Traci bends down and gently strokes my face, holding my head to her bare breast. “Bobby Honey, please don’t be so upset. I love you and I will come back to you with my pussy full of his come, in the morning. Just like I always do after I fuck a client. You aren’t losing me, Sweetheart. Jackson’s dick isn’t going to do any damage to my pussy.” purrs Traci.
I just cried louder and more pitifully…
“Jackson says you will love eating his cum out of my pussy. Don’t worry Sweetheart. You’re not losing me. This is just a little adventure for me and a present for you. I will still love you in the morning, I will never stop loving you. No matter how good Jackson fucks me. I will still be yours forever.” purred Traci
“Traci, I don’t care what Jackson says. I won’t eat your used pussy. Most especially, I won’t even ever touch your pussy again, if you have sex with him. How can you do this to our family? Our children? Our Marriage, Traci? I can’t believe that you would do this to us!” I cried so pitifully.
“What do you mean that you have fucked clients Traci? I have always been faithful to you, all 17 years. I have been tempted myself, but I’ve never cheated on you! If you do this, It will destroy me, our family, and our marriage. I can’t be married to a cheating whore!” I cried even louder.
“I am sorry, I just did it a few times, just for fun, and it didn’t destroy our marriage before. Why should it now? Bobby, I have to do this Honey. Please understand, I need to give my body to Jackson.” purrs Traci
“Jackson has flirted with me for almost a year, so much so, that now I crave his cock, so bad that I’ve got to feel his big beautiful cock deep inside me.
I promise I will come back to you in the morning and be all yours again Honey.” purrs Traci
“Don’t be afraid Sweetheart. I promise this won’t affect my love for you. I will be so sweet and loving to you forever, please Honey.” purrs Traci.
“Traci, you don’t understand. This will completely destroy everything we have, if you do this. Everything. Please, Sweetheart, don’t do this.” I pleaded as tears streamed down my face. “I have never even considered cheating on you.” I cried
“Of course, I expected you to always be faithful to me. I know you love me. I love our life together Bobby. I love flirting with rich guys and getting some rich guy dick, occasionally. It never hurt our marriage before, and it won’t hurt it this time either. Please, calm down and let me have this Bobby.” purred Traci
“It might not affect your love for me, but it will certainly affect my love for you. Traci, If you fuck Jackson, every time we are together in the future, I would know in my heart, you are thinking of his cock. I couldn’t live with that.” i cried.
“Besides, if our wedding vows were only good for 17 years, how long will your promise be good for? half of that, maybe?” I cried.
“If you go to his bedroom tonight, we are over! Completely over! I will be leaving and going home to move all your stuff out of our home. Please, please, don’t do this to me and our marriage Traci!” tears streamed out of my eyes as I cried and cried, so pitifully, looking up towards the camera.
“Bobby. Accept it for what it is. Tonight I’m his. Tomorrow, and for the rest of my life, I’ll be yours.” states Traci
“No, you won’t! You spend the night with Jackson and I guarantee I will divorce you if you do this. I will go home and throw everything of yours out in the front yard. There might be some breakage and water damage from the automatic sprinklers.” I cried
“Damn it, Bobby!” she half-whispered to me. “Do you always have to be so strict with everything? It’s one night, for God’s sake. One night and done. And you’re going to ruin everything for us, for just one night.” Traci cries
“One night of cheating and fucking Jackson is too much for me to stay married to a cheating whore! You fuck Jackson and we are done! Don’t bother ever coming back home.” I cried
“I never thought you’d be so uptight about this. I probably should have just kept my mouth shut and cheated behind your back, but I was afraid if you found out about that, we would be through. So I figured if you knew and you let me go, it wouldn’t be cheating …” purrs Traci
“Well, as wonderful as sloppy seconds sounds, No, I don’t want them from you, Traci. You fuck Jackson, don’t bother coming home, ever again. Our life together will be over!” I cry.
She turned and stomped off. As I came out of the kitchen and headed into the living room, I saw Traci take Jackson’s hand and walk toward his master bedroom.
Though I played up to the cameras in the kitchen, I was actually very sad about Traci ending our marriage by fucking Jackson.
I saw Jackson take Traci’s hand and lead her into his bedroom. I quickly followed them and opened the unlocked bedroom door before they even got completely undressed.
“Jackson, you piece of shit! Taking a man’s wife away from him like this is the lowest thing a man can do. I just want you to know that EVERYTHING bad that happens to you in the future, will be because of this!” I screamed.
“I promise, with all of my heart and soul, that I am going to hurt you back, a zillion ways, as hard as I can. It is all your fault, for doing this to us and ruining our marriage.”
Bobbie continues…
“Traci, you slut. You are trash to me now. I loved you with all of my heart, all of my being, and all of my soul. I supported you, took care of you, and I always gave you everything that you wanted since we have been married. Now this, is how you repay my love.” I cry.
“You were my life for 17 wonderful years, and we have a beautiful family together. Now you just go and throw us all away, just to fuck Jackson. This is the last straw!” I scream
“Don’t bother coming home. Our marriage is over, we are done. I am divorcing your skanky ass thanks to you being a cheating whore!” says Bobby as he turns and leaves.
“Bobby, wait!” hollers Traci. “Just hold on a minute, Jackson. Let me try to calm him down.” purrs Traci.
Traci runs after Bobby, topless, in just her panties. “Sweetheart, please Bobby, I love you with all my heart. I’m not doing this to hurt you. It doesn’t have to hurt you at all. This isn’t going to make me love you any less.” purrs Traci as she reaches down to massage Bobby’s crotch.
“Please, Bobby,” whispers Traci. “I am so horny for this stuck-up asshole Jackson. I’ve just got to feel his big cock deep in my pussy, this one time. Please, Sweetheart. I will still love you afterward.” Traci begs
“I love you so much, Bobby. I will be glad to tell you all about it in the morning. I’ll return to our room and give you all my love and all my body. Then I will tell you everything we did, as you make love to me in the morning. I love you so much, Honey. Please don’t get so upset Bobby.” purrs Traci.
“I am sorry Traci if you do this, it is over for us. I won’t have a whore, for a wife. I am just not that kind of guy. I don’t want to share my woman. The woman who is my treasure in life with anyone else.” I plead.
“Baby, don’t cry. I promise that will come back to you in the morning, please Sweetheart. It is ok. It will be alright. I love you, and only you, Bobby.” purrs Traci
“I have never stuck my dick in any other woman since I met you, and I don’t want anyone else sticking their dick in my woman.” I cry sincerely, with tears streaming down my face.
“But you know I still love you Honey, you are hurting me so bad. Please don’t do this Honey. Still got your diaphragm in?” I plead while I slide my fingers into Traci’s panties and slip them gently into her pussy. I hook my finger on the edge of her protection and pull it out slowly.
“What are you doing Sweetheart? You know that I am fertile this weekend and I will surely get pregnant if you take that out.” Traci purrs.
“I know, it will turn me on all the more,” I whisper giving Traci a naughty smile.
“Oh gosh, baby, that really turns me on. I will do it for you. I’m going to let him knock me up, just to show you how much I love you Sweetheart.” purrs Traci
We kiss tenderly, and romantically and Traci stands back up and she walks quickly back to her lover’s bedroom.
I go back to our room and noisily pack my bag, and throw Traci’s protection in the trash. I quickly pack and as I leave I make sure everyone hears what I announce to Jackson, Traci, and all of his guests.
“Traci, you are a used and damaged whore now. Don’t bother coming home. Jackson wanted you, now, he can keep you. I don’t ever want to see your lowlife skanky cheating ass again.” I shout
“Jackson, you are a piece of shit. I hope your dick rots off, you asshole.” I cried.
I pack my belongings into my vehicle and head home. Being Saturday night the main highways aren’t too crowded. I frequently stop at nice-looking restaurants to get some more coffee, make a bathroom stop, and then get back on the road again.
I stopped several times for coffee and was able to keep my eyes open all the way home. Wired on coffee and revenge, upon arrival home, I quickly go into my office and fire up my massive computer system.
Checking the cloud, I see that Jackson is still between Traci’s legs, pumping away. Each moan from Traci is like another knife in my heart. I cry my eyes out, but I just can’t forgive Traci’s cheating and whoring.
I snip a few perfect scenes from the kitchen, and then from the bedroom this evening, to add to his outgoing poison pill email. Including my Oscar-winning and heartbreaking performance in the kitchen.
“Unleash the Kraken!” I say as I hit the button to start their destruction.
I send the first email to EVERYONE they know or might want to know, to severely damage the reputations of Jackson and Traci. I am sure Traci’s parents and my parents won’t appreciate the sex videos of her and Jackson.
Next is the email to the IRS, like most of Bobby’s evil emails, they bounce all over the world, bouncing back and forth to disguise where they come from. This particular one gives the IRS a heads-up and several details on Jackson’s cheating on his taxes. It also points out he learned it from his parents.
Next, the FBI gets a heads-up about all the child porn that Jackson is involved with. And of course, Jackson’s computer has many secret files of child porn. The more tricky part is how Bobby made it look like Jackson’s collection has been on his computer ever since he first got this computer.
Next Jackson’s loads of real estate, so emails that look like they came from Jackson himself say it is necessary to sell everything he owns. At a loss if necessary. But they must be sold immediately!
Next Jackson has all his money in five different banks. Somehow, all the funds from each bank are mysteriously transferred into Cryptocurrency, then transferred back to cash into one bank, then to another then to another. Somehow, all of Jackson’s money ended up in several bank accounts in Switzerland and then finally in the Cayman Islands, all controlled by Bobby.
So, suddenly Jackson is completely broke, his reputation is ruined. The IRS is coming for him. The FBI gets a warrant and seizes his computer. All of Jackson’s friends have seen that Jackson will steal another man’s wife and destroy a marriage on a whim and on purpose. Now Jackson has no friends left, and no one trusts him.
Lou’s business is about to suffer also with rumors that Lou is using escorts and whores as female salespeople to fuck their clients to sell his artwork. He is then raided by the IRS, the FBI, and the local Vice Squad.
But Bobby is saving the best for last. Bobby wrote some amazing programs that enable him to find anyone’s personal Doctor, then go into that Doctor’s office computer files and change them however he wishes.
An example that “COULD” happen would be… Bobby could go into Jackson’s private doctor’s computer files and alter them to show Jackson has testicular cancer. Next time Jackson gets a checkup his doctor would undoubtedly ask how his cancer is doing.
Jackson would completely refute that he has testicular cancer, and the doctor would just simply suggest Jackson just taking a quick x-ray to be sure. Since modern medical clinics are increasingly computerized, it would be easy for Bobby’s programs to change the images.
So then Bobby’s program could adjust the new x-ray to show that he does have testicular cancer. Before long, Jackson could lose his testicles. The next checkup might show his dick has cancer also.
Bobby writes computer code for the CIA, Bobby can make computers do anything.
Traci comes home two weeks later from Jackson’s because she has nowhere else to go. It seems that Jackson’s money has all disappeared from his banks. His real estate has all been sold at a loss. The FBI has seized his computers, the IRS has seized his home, most of his vehicles, and his big boat. Warrants will soon be issued for his arrest.
Jackson has nothing and no one will loan him any money, including his parents.
Jackson dinged up his old car and found he has no insurance of any kind, anymore.
Jackson has nothing and cries at all his losses. All his Credit cards are canceled, and Jackson’s life gets worse and worse.
Traci loses her job when the Gallery closes due to it going out of business after the Vice Squad, IRS, and the FBI all raid them, of course finding more evil child porn pn their store computer system.
Meanwhile, Bobby and his kids are relaxing in Paris, France during the Summer. They go to the Caribbean during the winter. Of course, Bobby has the best and most beautiful homeschooling instructors.
Too bad Tracie couldn’t make it, but the poor thing is busy having issues dealing with her pending divorce, her pending double mastectomy, and her pregnancy.
Bobby relaxes on the French Riviera Resort beach. Bobby is thinking about how his life turned to shit when Traci decided to go back to work. Darn, they would still be together if she hadn’t started working at Lou’s gallery, where he turned her into a whore. It seemed so sad to Bobby.
Today, all three of his children’s beautiful female instructors, are
enjoying a day off at the beach with Bobby, while the children are enjoying Chuckee Cheese with their nanny.
The three beautiful young women, walk topless out on the French beach, bringing Bobby another tropical drink. Of course, they are all natural 36DDs or bigger. All the women are topless on this resort’s beach, it is France! Bobby smiles and lives happily ever after, with several very hot teachers.
Bobby really didn’t need Jackson’s money. But Bobby figured that since Jackson destroyed his marriage, it was the least he could do, to pay the fucker back, by destroying Jackson’s life as well. Jackson didn’t know whose wife he was fucking with. Hopefully, Jackson learned his lesson and won’t try or even be able to seduce another man’s wife ever again.