How to Destroy a Perfect Marriage Ch. 02

This started as an exercise in writing a first-time story in LW's section. I still encourage anyone to post their own conclusion. Here's mine. Straight up, there are some cuckold themes. You've been notified here.

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Carrie looked down, carefully folded Dan's note, and returned it to her robe's pocket. It was time to make a fresh pot a coffee. Walking to the counter where the coffee pot sat, Carrie flipped to auto-pilot. Things had to be done, but she wouldn't be there.

And so, it was. All day long Carrie performed her task based on a schedule she had created herself. Her regular routine. To perfection. Except she wasn't smiling about it. She wasn't frowning about it either. She wasn't even there.

From the moment she finished reading the note left by Dan, she felt his presence in the back of her mind. That presence was about the size of a tangerine and was pressing very hard against that place that sounds out the alarm warning, "How am I going to fix this?" Throughout the day uninvited images of family members would float in and out while audio thoughts of remorse looped over and over in her mind like a song she couldn't get out of her head.

"Dan...children... house...mom... dad... Dan... sorry... children... house... stay calm... children, children, got to fix this, ...shit! Shit! SHIT!... Calm down... you can do this...forgive me... fix this, got to fix this... think... Dan... sorry,...so sorry... help me...children...Danny... children...got to fix this...somehow...got to fix this. Dan...please...help me...fix this."

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He had played a game of chicken and lost. The problem was the other player didn't even know they were playing a game. Carrie suggested something and Dan went along. Not for the same reasons. For Carrie, it was an adventure. For Dan, it was a test.

As far as Dan was concerned, it began the night Carrie poured wine out and started tripping on her black cock fantasy. That look on her face. What to do? Why was she even suggesting this? At that instant, a moment of clarity came as a prophetic call only he could hear, "Goddamn baby, you are one crazy bitch."

At that moment Dan made the harshest decision he'd ever made in his life. If she followed through, he would cut bait. He would watch and wait. Carrie was so crazy about this, Dan had to know for sure. Up until the last moment, Dan was hoping against all hope, that Carrie would come to her senses. She had to do this herself. Because once either spouse approaches the other with the idea of another partner, the dynamics of that relationship changes forever. Tell them "no", then they'll hide it. He gave Carrie a couple of days to back out, but she didn't. Dan cut bait when she walked in that hotel room that night. Goodbye stranger, it's been nice.

Dan's thoughts were with his children. Carrie did what she did. Screw her. But what in the fuck was he going to do? Dan had grown quite attached to his children. They were perfect and he loved them. This whole getting married, buying a house, having few children was supposed to be Dan's AND Carries dream. Now, all Dan saw was a big pile of stinking shit his life had become.

"I love the kids...but...what a waste. What have I done with my life? I thought we were good together. What really pisses me off? I never saw this coming. Carrie? Carrie and I now have just become another statistic that can be added to the number of marriages that end in divorce.

What I'm pissed at is myself. There must have been some signs prior to this for us to fall so far down and so fast, but I can't for the life of me figure where that point started.

I laid in bed for hours, fingers locked together behind my head, just staring at the ceiling reviewing the past year of events. I kept looking for a hint, a clue, anything that would reveal how unsatisfied Carrie was with me. We had sex 2 or 3 times a week. Not enough? She never said so. I would have tried harder. The worst part is I love her so much. Not that I ever want to ever touch her again. But I do really love the shit out that bitch. I love her so much I could kill her. I have so much anger inside, I feel I am about to go postal when I am around her.

Paulo Coelho, wrote, "Accept what life offers and drink from every cup."

I call bullshit on that. I get it, Carrie has a higher sex drive than I can satisfy. Not my problem anymore, but man, it hurts to know that. Not her problem anymore either because she knows where to find what she wants, but what about our children? What am I going to do about them?

And our parents? Jesus Christ. My folks? Her folks? Our brothers, sisters, their spouses, our nieces, and nephews? Our family get-togethers? And Thanksgiving and Christmas around the corner too. Maybe it would be better if I just disappeared. But the children...

And the house? 5 years left on the mortgage. All the hard work and sweat l put into that place for nothing. What a waste. I did it all for us. I wanted Carrie to be happy with our home. I loved working on that place. When I finished building the patio in the back-yard Carrie was so thrilled. That's all the motivation I needed for any project around the house. She seemed so genuinely pleased with everything I did. Watching her expressions and listening as she would walk around praising my hard work was music to my ears. I guess it wasn't enough. Did I ever really know her?

But now? I don't know what to think, but I know how I 'feel'. I look at our home and 'feel' nothing but regret for ever buying it. I 'feel' like pouring a can of gasoline all over the place, lighting it on fire, and watching it burn down. Like my marriage. Maybe the house wasn't enough for Carrie? I don't know, she never said anything about it. Her car? I don't know. Clothes? Money? Attention? Did I give her enough? I truly believed everything was fine. Obviously, I was so wrong. Still, the children.

And I can't afford this motel room for long. I don't have that kind of money. I'm spending money from our savings account. I can't go over to mom and dad's and say, "Can I stay here a bit. Carrie and I are splitting up because she needs a big black cock and my smaller, white one that doesn't come in any other colors isn't doing it for her anymore."

I think I'm losing my mind here. I can't think straight at all. Whatever I did, it wasn't enough. Somewhere along the line, I failed to see her unhappiness with me. I hope Carrie keeps her mouth shut. If this comes out, everyone will conclude I wasn't doing it for her, I was lacking, and she went elsewhere.

I guess that's part of it. Carrie found me lacking. What can I do about that? Nothing. I'm not a wimp, but I'm not stupid either. You are either attracted to your partner that way or not. The end. I understand that, and that's how she feels about me. I have watched that video a hundred times and know it's true. She was so much happier without me involved. I look at myself in the mirror and feel like blowing my brains out. Or hers. That's why I can't be around her now. I want to hate her, but I can't. I want to kill her, but that's illegal. Why did I ever marry her? Fuck me.

Carrie always wanted to be a stay at home mom, and that was never an issue. I gave it everything I had to make a nice home for her. I wanted Carrie to be happy staying at home with the children. I love those kids so much, but I "feel" so much regret having them with Carrie.

I was a dope. She found an idiot like me, married him, got a house, a car, and sperm samples for children. That is some bullshit. Maybe all women think that way. I wonder how many other men have been fucked over like this throughout time? Instead of a life I dreamed, I am now just another statistic.

These thoughts in my head are pissing me off. I have to quit whining like a little bitch and man up. I've got to get a plan. I need something to change the dynamics of this crap. Carrie has got some serious payback coming. She believes she understands, but she's clueless how this feels. I need my pound of flesh. That little witch needs a lesson and know that it's coming from me."

It was that moment, it came to him. It was simple really. Dan worked through the details in his mind and later in the afternoon, he called Carrie, "Hi, how are you doing Carrie?"

"Dan, please come home and stay. Tell me how to fix this. Whatever you want. Help me, Danny. Please. Do it for the children. They need you around. I need you. We all need you, Danny. Tell me what to do."

"Ok, fine. Carrie, seriously, I am trying to maintain an even strain on all this, but I'm afraid I might lose control around you when we are alone. I waited 2 goddamn days for you to come to your senses, but you di..."

"Oh, Danny, I'm sor..."

"Shut the fuck up Carrie and listen. I waited 2 goddamn days for you to come to your senses, but you didn't. You got what you wanted. I need to get what I want if you want me back in the house."

Carrie didn't want to ask the question...

"Carrie?"

...because Carrie didn't want the answer.

"Answer the damn phone, Carrie!"

"Carrie are you still there? Because if I hang up, it's over. Carrie!"

"What is it you want Dan?"

"The same. I want to make our sex life more exciting. You can video me at the same hotel, the same room, with another woman. My new fantasy woman. For 3 hours. Come on, it will be an adventure. Later we can view it together. Sound good."

"No, not at all Danny. You think doing that will make this all go away? So, you want to fuck a woman in front of me to make our marriage better?"

"Not really Carrie. I want a fuck someone in front of you so I can feel better. I want you to watch and video it. I gave you your fantasy, give me mine. Do you love me enough to do that?"

"Of course I love you. I was never, not in love with you. Don't you understand that? If that what it takes to have you back home permanently, then yes. But listen, Danny, be honest with yourself. I didn't do what I did behind your back. We talked about it. You drove me there and back. You were there the whole time and said nothing. I have the major share in this cluster fuck, but I'm not alone in this. Don't dump all of this on me. Why didn't you just say no?"

"Carrie, I never fucking ever, denied you a goddamn thing! You took that and used it against me you. That's bullshit! What the hell did I do... that made you so unhappy or unsatisfied or unfulfilled, that you had to pull that shit on me? "

"Please try and understand, Danny. It was never about what you did or didn't do. It was a fucked up thing to do. I should have never acted on that stupid fantasy. I wanted to try something, and you didn't object. I couldn't let it go. That's it. Why didn't you say no when I a suggested it in the first place?"

"Why? You're asking me why Carrie? Really? I know you, Carrie. How your mind works. Eventually, you would have done this behind my back. I saw the determination on your face the first night you brought it up. You were already gone. I simply waited to see if you would wake up, come to your senses, and see what we had together. For 2 fucking days, I waited. I could have strangled you to death the other night while we watched your black cock fantasy in HD. Lucky for you, I didn't open a bottle of wine that night, because I would have probably beat you with it if I had. "

"Enough! Stop it, Danny. This is going nowhere. If that's what it will take to bring you home, fine! Whatever! I don't want to fight with you. I love you so much and you know it. If not for the children, I think I might have killed myself."

"Damn it, Carrie, don't talk that shit about killing yourself. Not now, not ever. I am so miserable without you and the kids. Your my whole world. I mean that. But, I also need this. I mean that too. I'll pick you up on Thursday at 6:30. Get a babysitter. All goes as plan, we will both be back home by 11:00 pm. Maybe sooner. "

"K Dan. If that's what it takes, I'll do it. But YOU ARE coming home after that. I mean it. If you're playing some stupid game here just to dump me later, then just dump me now. I couldn't take that. If you pull that on me, I will find the biggest knife in our kitchen, track you down, and stab you with it. You understand, Danny Wilson?!!"

"Yeah, I love you too Carrie. Hold on to that thought though. Hold on to that anger. Because that's the page I'm on right now, sweetheart. Thursday, 6:30, be ready. You won't have to do a thing but video it all. I'll take care of the rest. Ok, Carrie?"

"Sure... Danny, I love you. A thousand times, I love you. I'm so sorry for everything. Please come back home. For the children. We all need you. "

"Yeah, well shit... I love you too, Carrie. What a fucking mess... but what has been seen, cannot be unseen. I need this. I think you need this too. I'll drop by after work and check on everyone. See you then. Love you, Carrie. Later."

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Thursday evening came and the ride to the hotel was uneventful. Mostly talk about the kids and things that needed to be taken care of around the house. Sink in the laundry room had started dripping. Raccoons, had got in the garbage bins again, leaving trash all over the side of the house. Halloween was coming up and kids needed costumes.

Pulling into the hotel parking lot, Carrie surrendered to the fact this was really going to happen. She tried to imagine what and who Dan's fantasy was. He wouldn't say a thing. Dan had already checked into the same room as before earlier in the afternoon and had the key. When they walked through the lobby to the elevator, they were all business. Neither were smiling. Carrie was feeling that same knot in her stomach starting to rise as like the night they watch her video together.

On the way up the elevator, Dan could see Carrie's worry on her face, "Carrie, relax. In few hours we'll be home and this will be over."

"Sure, whatever Dan. But you are coming home with me after this or I'll cut your balls off."

"You brought a knife from home Carrie? Really?"

Carrie looked up to Dan and flatly said, "In my purse. Biggest one I could find in the kitchen."

As the elevator door opened on their floor, Dan looked down, saw Carrie was really angry. "Carrie, you can't sweet talk me out of this."

It was deja vu all over again. Walking into the same hotel room was liking walking into the scene of a crime after it had been committed. Eerie almost. The place looked the same. Same furniture, same curtains, bathroom, same pictures on the wall.

Carrie walked over and sat in the chair facing the bed while Dan pulled out the small HD camcorder. He started telling Carrie how it worked, "Dan, I know how it works better than you. I use it for the kids all the time. Where's this fantasy girl of yours?"

At that moment there was a knock on the door. Both looked at each other which mixed emotions.

"Ready to do this, Carrie?"

Carrie pulled the camera up and pointed it at the door and viewed at the 3 Inch HD screen.

"Yes, you asshole. Now, get the door and let's get this over with."

Dan took one last look at Carrie's face before turning and walking to the door.

When he opened the door, in walked one of the most beautiful ebony women Carrie had ever seen. She looked up from the small screen she was viewing to make sure the camera wasn't playing tricks on her eyes. This woman was a goddess. She was younger and so fashionably dressed. Like a businesswoman. Carrie felt she should have worn something better. Now she was getting pissed at Dan for not telling her to dress better. She hadn't even put on makeup for this little party. She hated that younger bitch already. She was here to video him with his fantasy girl, not to compete in a beauty contest.

The young woman greeted Dan with a kiss and then and seeing Carrie smiled, "Hi, I'm Janet. And you are Carrie, no? Nice to meet you."

Carrie was slightly stunned by how casual Janet was, "Yeah, hi. I'm Carrie..."

Dan looked at the range of emotions racing across Carrie's face then turned to Janet. "Janet, place your bag next to the TV and come stand by the bed. I want to undress you myself."

Janet returned to stand by Dan. They were smiling at each other. Dan brought both hands up, cupped her face and gently kissed her several times on the lips. Each time taking a little longer with each one. Enjoying the moment. It was tender. Dan undressed Janet slowly and carefully. Taking pleasure removing each article one by one. When all that was left were her panties, Dan stood back and simply looked.

Janet laughed, "Like what you see?"

"Janet, I just want to look at you a moment. You really quite beautiful. You know that already. Do you understand the affect that beauty can have on a man? On me?"

Carrie was about to explode. Dan was being Dan, that son-of-a-bitch! Carrie imagined she would video him fucking a woman, get his nut off, and they would go home. That bastard was acting fucking romantic with this bitch. Barely in control of herself, Carrie carefully put the camera down on the floor, got up, walked by them both, and locked herself in the bathroom.

Dan smiled at Janet. She had already heard the whole story from Dan before. She was aware things might get strange. Janet smiled gently back, "She's hurting, you know?"

"I'm counting on it. Lay on the bed, face up, head on the pillows." Janet moved across the bed and laid down. Dan moved to the foot of the bed, slowly pulled her panties down and off. Smooth. So smooth. Yes, this was going to be good, but first, he needed to take care of something.

"Janet, excuse me a moment while I get my wife back out here."

With that, Dan walked over to the bathroom door and called out, "Carrie, open this door and come out right now! If you want to save our marriage you better get out here now and video this or we are done. I'm not screwing around. Get out here now!"

The was a short pause and then Carrie opened the door. Her eyes were red but she had no tears. "Dan, go ahead and have your fun. I'll take a taxi home and wait for you. I'm done here. I don't want to watch any more of this."

"That's not going to happen Carrie. We have a deal. All you have to do is stay in this room, sit in that chair or walk around, I don't care, and video us like I did for you and your fantasy man. You do that and we can start working our way back, but if you walk out that door, it's over. Look at me in the face Carrie, I mean it. Now go back to that chair sit down, pick up that camera, and get it all. "

Carrie looked up at Dan with a mixture of despair, anger, hurt, and then returned to the chair without looking a Janet. She picked up the camera, held in her hand and flatly said, "Tell me when."

"Just shoot everything you see. Get up, walk around, get the good shots like I did." Then looking a Janet and thinking to himself, 'she is so hot, this is going to be so good, fuck yeah!', he returned his gaze to Carrie, "Action!"

For the next three hours. Dan simply did as Dan always did. He made love. To Janet. He enjoyed all of her. And Janet responded. But she did more than respond. Dan request a performance to make his wife suffer. So she gave the performance of her life. It was easy to do with him. Dan was a skillful lover and totally involved with what they were doing. He was pleasing her in the way he knew how. And Dan was very good at that. Janet decided to show Carrie what pleasing a man should look like. And she did it.

Janet allowed for that small moment in time an emotional bond to occur. Not the emotional bond that happens when two people are fucking. The emotional bond where two people lose themselves in each other's eyes while they are making love. It was slow and sensual. No rushing. They made love to each other, eyes wide open. Connected in heart and mind. And Carrie knew it and hated it.