I had to laugh then. “First of all Greg, what Sharon did not take time to discover was I do not only read those stories, I write them. That cuck bullshit was part of one of my stories. Do you know what a BTB story is? Either of you?” Both shook their heads, not moving otherwise. Obviously this was not part of their plan. “It means burn the bitch, or burn the bastard, however you look at it. It’s a story where the husband gets revenge on his cheating wife and the asshole she’s fucking.” They looked stricken. “Greg get out. Sharon will bring her stuff to the porch.”
Greg did not immediately get up to leave. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I was sure the recording had sent our discussion to the cloud. I had it set to upload all pictures as I had broken several phones on job sites and lost valuable files. I learned a cell is impossible to clean sufficiently after being dropped into wet cement. I wondered briefly if the phone would continue to record while I made a call. I had enough information anyway so I didn’t care.
‘Hey, John.” I said when my partner answered. I need your help. Can you rush over to my house as fast as you can get here?” He asked if it was an emergency. “Yeah, Sharon came home tonight with Greg Robinson. Seems they wanted to fuck in my bed while I watched. They’ve been fucking for a year. He is sitting right here at my kitchen table. I’ve ordered him to leave my house but he’s refused. I need a witness and somebody to know ahead of time I warned him if he comes at me, I’m gonna assume he is trying to kill me. Front door is unlocked. ” He said he’d be right here. I smiled at Greg who just stared at me, his mouth hanging open.
I thumbed the icons and made another call. “Judy, I need you and Rachael to drop everything and get over here to my house. It’s an emergency.” She asked if she should call the police or an ambulance. “No, I’ll call them in a minute. Sharon came home with her boss saying she intended to fuck him in our bed while I watched. They’ve had an affair for a year. I need witnesses. Please hurry! Just come straight in the house.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Greg asked, horrified. “You are telling everybody? This was supposed to be between us!” Sharon began to cry.
“But this isn’t how it was supposed to happen!” Sharon whimpered. “We planned it!”
“Plans change.” I said.
She continued, “You were supposed to only argue a little about being a cuckold. Just enough posturing to make it appear you don’t want it. A feeble protest but your cock would be hard so we’d all know you really did. I knew you’d be humiliated but that is part of the game!” she said. “I’d get tough and tell you to suck it up. This was supposed to be a private game. Just the three of us!” She shook her head. “At most you were supposed to storm out of the house and maybe walk around for a little bit but then you’d think about it and come back and apologize to us. I searched the word cuckold. That’s how the stories went.” Tears poured down her face. I had no idea if realization had hit or she was just disappointed I was unwilling to participate in her sex play.
“You read the wrong stories, Sharon.” I said. “I suggest you get out of my house Greg. Sharon you better get packing. I don’t think Judy and Rachael are going to be careful with your clothes and other stuff. They’ll probably just throw it all in the front yard.”
“You are fucking delusional!” Greg said. “You have NO proof anything really happened. I know you have a cash flow problem and are under the gun to finish those houses. Maybe you are having a psychotic break from all the stress. Maybe Sharon can even get your sorry ass committed for a few days. It’ll be our word against yours” He grinned that stupid smirk again.
“We will leave. But it will cost you. Think about it. You are just resisting being the cuck. Don’t piss me off and I’ll be nice when you come crawling back. You can fuck Sharon when I am not using her. Well you can fuck her AFTER I use her. Piss me off and you will be in chastity and licking her sloppy pussy. If nothing else, she’ll get half of your money if you divorce her. Your business will fail. You better say you were kidding when those people show up.” He paused for a few seconds. “Did you really call them? Or were you bluffing? I can’t believe you’d want to advertise your are a cuck.”
I wondered at his bluster. Did he really think he had a leg to stand on? I checked my phone to see if it was still recording. It was. I turned the phone so he could see it. His eyes widened. “Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed softly. “You didn’t!” I nodded and grinned widely. I’d concentrated keeping a neutral expression for too long. He could see I was almost amused by all this. Now his expression turned murderous. He stood up. “I ought to kick your ass. I’ll kill you!” I put my Glock on the table. My hand on top of it. He probably thought my telling him I was armed was a bluff as well. “You son of a bitch! I’ll file a complaint you threatened me with a gun.” he gritted as he backed a step from the table away.
“Oh yes! My next call.” I hit 911 on the keypad. The operator asked ‘What is the nature of your emergency?” I answered truthfully.
“It is not really an emergency, well not yet. I just don’t know the number to the police. My name is David Owens. My wife, Sharon and her lover Greg Robinson came home tonight to tell me they have been having an affair and wanted to have sex in my bed. I’ve ordered them out of the house. Greg Robinson has refused. He said at one point he would kill me. I’d like to have a policeman come to the house. I want to file a report in case this nut comes back and firebombs my house or attacks me later. I want an official record of the conflict. He still has not left my house. He is standing a few feet in front of me separated by a table. I am armed and he knows it. If he comes at me, I’ll assume he intends to take my pistol and kill me.” I told her my address and hung up. “She said she’ll send a unit.” I told the now sputtering Greg.
John came through the front door just as I thumbed the icon for my final call. I had been doing business with Melinda Robinson and her agency for years. Of course she was in my contacts. “Melinda, I know you are out of town visiting your parents with your boys. Greg and Sharon told me when they came to my house to fuck in my bed.” Sharon wailed in horror. Greg froze. John stood and listened.
“Are you actually talking to my wife or faking the call?” Greg asked fearfully. I almost cracked up at the dumb question. Was he still thinking I was kidding?
“Seems they have been cheating for a year now. Your guest room, motels and lately at a friend’s house. Do you know anybody named Jim, divorced who gets his boys on the weekends? Jim Reynolds, huh? Oh yeah. Well that fits.” I said and hung up. “So Jim got caught cheating on his wife huh? No wonder he lets you use his house.” Melinda said Jim was one of her agents. I didn’t think he would be there for long.
Judy and Rachael opened the door and rushed inside. I saw blue lights flashing through the drapes. Seems the police were here as well. Judy stepped to the door to let the two officers enter. “Which one of you is David Owens?” the sergeant asked. I introduced myself. “We understand you are armed. I told him I had a Glock holstered in my pants. I had a concealed carry permit if he would like to see it. He shook his head. “Maybe later. Can you tell me what the problem is?”