Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife

Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan

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Chapter 1

 

The day my life changed started like any other. I awakened with the sun and planted my feet on the highly polished wooden floors of the master bedroom in my deluxe home.

The home I shared with my husband of eighteen years
, and our four beautiful children. It was spring, the birds were chirping outside the bedroom window in the live oak, whose branches I could reach out and touch through an open window.

There was a smile on my face. This week’s game was an at home game and my beloved of twenty years was here for at least another week. It was nice having him home for a change.

As the leading quarterback in the NFL, his team was on a winning streak, which meant lots of travelling. And since our three eldest were in school there was no way I could travel around the country the way I used to when the kids were much younger.

On my Chippendale
bureau, were the flowers my honey had sent me the day before. It was a standing arrangement; every Wednesday, no matter where he was, he sent me flowers.

These were hand delivered
by him personally. It was early yet but he’d already left for team practice.

The memory of the night just shared still left me feeling the warm fuzzies. The feel of his seed on my inner thighs made me blush just a little, at the memory of how it got there.

My heart felt
light; there was so much love and pride there. Pride because after all these years, we’d held fast to each other and stayed true. Even through long separations, when the team had to be on the road for away games.

I was just about to go take my morning shower and get ready for the day.
That’s when someone ripped away the curtain of gold silk and left me staring at a blank dark wall.

It started with that first phone call. Some strange voice on the other end
, telling me how she’d single handedly brought down my little world of flowers and tiaras, because yes, until that moment I had always been my honey’s princess. No one else had ever filled that role.

I remember feeling numb and thinking, this cannot be. There’s no way that this could be happening to me. I’ve done everything right. I’m a good wife, mother and friend. I bake cookies for little league for goodness sake.

I’ve never cut anyone off while driving, never ran a red light. And why was I thinking about all this stupid shit at a time like this? Some female had just told me she’d been screwing my husband for the past year.

After the buzzing in my head went down
, I gathered my thoughts. First do I believe her? If it is true what stand do I take? Do I play the victim or come out swinging?

Three cups of coffee later
, I was still at a lost. My kids had gone off to school, and I couldn’t tell you what any of them were wearing. I think I fed them, but I can’t remember what.

I felt myself slipping into that dark place in my mind. My stomach hurt, my heart hurt. I walked around the big old house looking at all th
e memories.

My beautiful family; h
ad it truly been tainted? Had the man that I loved and trusted, really done me wrong? I tried to remember if I knew anyone who’d been through this. Someone I could call on for advice.

The phone rang again and I picked it up without thinking. It was her, calling to rub it in. That pissed me off
, really it did. “Listen cunt, you might be fucking my husband, the jury’s still out on that. But you and I are not friends, if you call my house again I’ll have you up on harassment charges.” Click.

That felt good. Took some of my power back. Now to get out of this robe and get myself together. It was almost time for the cheating asshole to return home.

Chapter 2

 

 

“Honey I’m home. Babe where are you?” I heard him come through the door with his usual entrance. I used to think it was so cute, now with that girl’s voice ringing through my head
, I couldn’t find the humor. That’s sad, one more thing tainted.

How was it possible that someone or something could cause so much destruction
, in the space of one little phone call? Just a few hours ago, this man was the love of my life. Almost the fucking air I breathed.

It was do or die time. I wasn’t sure if to turn on the waterworks and go down the path of the poor betrayed wife? Or fight like the hellcat I used to be. I had to think fast
, because his footsteps were bringing him closer to where I sat in the kitchen.

“Hey babe what’s the matter, what’s wrong?” He came over to my chair, all sweet concern; the snake. I evaded his hand as he went to touch my cheek
.

"Travis
, your side twat called me today."

"My what?"

"You know, the slag you've been screwing for the past three months." Total Bambi caught in the headlights. Click. I took a snapshot with my cellphone. Gotta save this shit for prosperity. Oh yeah motherfucker, that's the sound of your balls in a vice. I guess I went with hellcat.

“Babe I have no idea what you’re talking
about.” He dropped his gym bag and reached for me again. I stood from the chair and took a step back. “Jane cut it out this isn’t funny. Is this another one of those things you and your girls cooked up?” He gave me that look that I know so well, that boyish grin, with the sparkling eyes, and windblown hair. I felt my heart tear a little. Had he shared himself with someone else? Given what’s mine to a complete stranger?

“Don’t lie to me Travis, it will only piss me off more.” I felt steam coming out of my ears. I wasn’t sure of much, but I was sure of one thing. Unless this bitch was nuts, there had to be something going on. Something
, that gave her the gonads to call my home where my children live, with this shit.

“I’m not lying and you’re starting to piss me off. Now what the hell has gotten into you? I left here this morning and my wife was sane, now I come back home to...this.” He waved his hand in my direction. “Oh wait, is it your period? That’s it right, PMS.”

“This mother…”

“JANE…” Clunk. That was the sound of the coffee mug connecting with his head. I walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, with him hot on my heels. I was more mad now that he was here than before.

“I can’t believe I wasted my youth on you. Do you know how many men I could’ve fucked in the last twenty years?” Oh yeah, I knew that one would get him.

His face turned red and he bounded up the stairs after me. Shit, I forgot he could be pissy too. But this was my fight, I’m the one who was wronged here and he had no right getting upset after what he’d done.

That didn’t stop him from wrapping his hand around my throat and backing me into the wall. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I
just stared up at him; all that heat and anger. “See, doesn’t feel so good when the tables are turned does it?”

“I…do…not…know…what…you…are TALKING ABOUT. I don’t have any…whatever the hell you called it. Now what the fuck was that crack about?” Angry much?

“It’s about you cheating, and what’s good for the goose, is good for the gander. I’m going to fuck my way through the neighborhood.” I’m so lying but he doesn’t need to know that. Let him ponder that shit over his bowl of Wheaties.

I slipped away and ran for the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I wasn’t fast enough to lock it though, but he still kicked it in.

Chapter 3

 

 

I tried running over the bed to get away
, but he was on me too quick. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on around here, but I do not appreciate that shit you just said to me.” He was busy tearing at my sweats as he spoke, and I was doing my best not to give in.

I was having an out of body experience. I just found out that he may or may not be cheating on me, but my body still wants his touch. How was that possible? I am so out of my depth, I don’t know which way is up.

“Travis quit it, I don’t want you right now.”

“Too bad, I want you, I always want you.” Oh man, he went for my neck, which is my slu
t spot. Other people have sweet-spots, that’s too tame for what his teeth on my neck does to me.

I tried not to raise my hips, really I did. But when I felt the hot wet tip of his dick on my leg
, I couldn’t help it. Just one more for the road then I guess. He lifted me to my knees and surged in while pulling my hair back and biting my neck. Damn, the trifecta, he was pulling out all the stops.

I didn’t give her a second thought when I felt all that warm steel slide into me. I pushed my ass back against him, arc
hed my back and sucked him in. He had something to prove apparently, because whereas this morning’s loving was soft and sweet. This was a pussy destroying pounding.

“Travis, oh shit, what…” I don’t think he’d ever fucked me this hard before, and we could get down. He wasn’t saying anything, just pound, pound, pound. And his hand in my hair was almost painful.

I had to spread my legs to ease the pressure a little, as he went deeper and harder than he’d ever been. I loved it. My pussy was juicing and caterwauling like crazy.

“Don’t you ever fucking say that shit to me again. You ever cheat I’ll fucking kill you.” I
was too far-gone to answer his crazy; the dick was so good. Am I betraying myself by letting him take me? I didn’t have time to answer my own question, because he was back on his shit again.

“Do you hear me Jane Shackelford?”

“Yes, yes, yes…” I’m not sure if I was answering him, or just praising his performance. Shit, we’ve always had great sex, but this was off the charts. How sick was that shit? How was I supposed to give up the dick if it was this good? I’ve lost my damn mind.

I knew he was about to cum because his body tensed up and he growled in my neck. “Shit Travis pull out I don’t have my sponge…” He came a bucket load in my snatch. Then he stayed planted inside me until we were both breathing normal again.

I tried jumping off the bed to go do my thing in the bathroom. “No you don’t, you stay right where you are. A baby might be just what you need to cure you of whatever the fuck is going on in your head.”

Fuck my life, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole.

Chapter 4

 

 

That was day one. After Travis took me down and mounted me like a beast, he wasn’t about to hear shit I had to say
; other than to warn me that my mouth was going to get my ass in trouble; literally.

I wanted to talk about this chick that had called my house
, but I didn’t have a name, nothing. All he would say was that somebody was messing with me, and I should ignore them. What?

He left the next morning and I was dreading it, I didn’t want him out of my sight. I even contemplated driving by the field to spy on him
, and that made me depressed. I’ve never had any doubts about my marriage before, never had to check up behind him. Now with this shit on my plate, I was finding myself on a whole new playing field.

Of course I looked at the phone when it rang, as if it were a snake about to strike. I knew it had to be her. “Good morning Janey, hope you had a good night last night. You should enjoy these last few nights with MY man, because soon
, everything you have will be mine. I wonder if I should have your kids call me mom, or just use my first name?”

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