Diary Of a Pissed Off Wife
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Cover by Jordan Silver
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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 the memories.
My beautiful family; had 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.
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 slut 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, arched 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?”
This bitch was crazy as shit. At this point I don’t care if Travis fucked her on the JumboTron, this bitch was going after my babies?
“Really, you don’t have anything better to do with your time? I could care less about you or your little fantasy world.” That’s right Jane don’t let this bitch know she’s getting to you. These things can scent blood.
I was of a mind to believe Travis, but even if he was lying, I’d spent the night thinking about this shit from all angles, and no way was I gonna roll over and play dead, fuck that.
“You know, I feel sorry for older women like you. You know, the ones who want to hang on even after the shine has faded. Why don’t you do us all a favor and accept your fate? My Travis doesn’t want to be saddled with your old pussy any more. He’s found a newer and much prettier model.”
Take a deep breath Jane. This is you and your family’s happiness at stake here. Don’t crumble; don’t weaken. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let my babies go through this shit.
Please don’t let Travis be lying. I said that little prayer before I fortified myself and went in. I had decided on the course I would take if I chose to engage.
Travis wanted nothing to do with it. He thinks telling me to ignore it, will just make this shit go away. Now if this twit was lying, then she had serious issues. Who knows why she’d singled me out? Either way, it was my problem to deal with.
“I've been married for almost twenty years, we got married young. I've built a life with my husband, the life we vowed to each other before God and man. You want to come and build on my foundation little girl? Are you insane? I would straight up twat punch your ass into next week.” Click. Your move bitch.
Chapter 5
I had a lot of shit to think about. I had to go into protection mode. I have to protect my kids, protect myself, and protect my marriage; if I had one left. It’s been a long time since I had to play the badass. Not since we started dating back in high school and all the little hoochies were on my man’s dick.
I knew it wouldn’t end there, and I knew I was in a fight for my life. Someway, somehow, this person had found me. If Travis wasn’t a lying ass snake and she was making it up, then what the hell did she want with me?
And was it even worth it to do this back and forth shit? I couldn’t call her back, couldn’t find out who she was by using reverse phone look-up because her number was blocked.
I tried going through my usual morning routine and not letting my kids know that there was anything wrong. The youngest was only four, poor baby, and he was still having separation issues every time he went out the door to Pre K.
I kept looking at them, trying to imagine them not being in my life. Imagining some other woman getting them ready for school in the morning and kissing my husband goodbye. That shit pissed me the fuck off. Now I really wanted this bitch to call back.
She called not ten minutes after I got the kids off to the school bus. “Oh, you’re still there, I thought for sure you’d be packing by now.” I laughed at her ass because she was stupid.
“Are you fuck stupid or just ignorant? Let me get this straight. You think I'm going to uproot mine and my children's lives; move into a three- bedroom apartment, so you can live in my seven million dollar mansion with my husband? Bitch is you crazy?”
She started breathing hard on the other line; I guess I was getting to her. “It doesn’t matter what you say, it is what it is.”
“What the fuck does that stupid shit even mean? Listen you little twat, I have better things to do with my day, like fucking my husband as soon as he comes through the door…”
“Hahahaha, we had a good laugh about that, he says you’re not even good at it. Says I’m the best he ever had.” Okay that hurt, but I had to remind myself that maybe she was lying, and just trying to get a rise out of me for whatever fucked up reason. Two can play this game.
“My husband fucked you?”
“Of course, many times.”
Did he eat the coochie first? How long did he last?�
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“Five or ten minutes, who cares?” Now she was getting huffy.
“You got jipped.”
I guess I pissed her off because she slammed down the phone in my ear. Ten seconds later my messages started chiming away like crazy. I looked down at my cell phone and saw picture after picture of Travis with some little blonde.
Now the pictures themselves weren’t incriminating. They weren’t naked or anything like that. But he was there, and he was smiling. I saw red. The last caption said, ‘oh by the way I was in your house, fucked him in your bed. First thing I’m gonna do is get rid of that old fashion Chippendale shit. I’m more into iron bars, you know, so he can tie me up.’ And a smiley face. Gutted.
Chapter 6
I tore around my house like a crazy person. Cleaning shit that didn’t need to be cleaned, emptying out the fridge for no damn reason. My mind wasn’t sure if to shut down, or spiral out of control. I wanted to call my girls, but I was afraid to. If this got out, if I talked about it, it would make it more real.
How the fuck did she know what type of furniture I had? And who the fuck is she? She didn’t look familiar, not from around here. How was I going to deal with Travis now? If I kill him my babies will be without their mama. How was he going to explain this away so that I believed him?
Fear threatened to take hold of me but I fought it back. Then I went after the wine bottle. I knew this shit was a bad idea but I needed it. Travis could take care of the kids when they got home later, because I was about to get plastered.
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