Bobby Before the Car Wash

"You bastard! That's not true. I hated you touching me, but you...I didn't know what to do since you were my boss," Missy yelled out angrily.

"Now, now dearest. Let your boyfriend finish," I said smoothly.

"He's not my boyfriend," Missy muttered.

"When Missy came into my office one day and said she wanted to pursue a career as a high school administrator, I was ecstatic. I immediately volunteered to become her mentor and gave her a few of my responsibilities to do with a $500 stipend monthly. I also said that I would get her a job at my school when she finished the program. Just as I predicted she went crazy happy. She hugged me tightly. When she pulled back, I hugged her back to me and kissed her. She was so stunned that I was able to slip her some tongue. Then she tried to get loose, but my hands squeezed her ass-cheeks and the fight went out of her. Hey man, she liked it."

Missy began to cry. She was sitting on her legs, and then she put her hands to her face and bent forward so her face was between her knees. She was whispering 'No' over and over.

"I unfastened her skirt and she started to resist again. So I kissed her neck and ears, then gave her a hickey on her left shoulder. I'm surprised that you didn't notice that. Ha Ha! I guess I got that one by. I pushed her skirt down along with her panties. She tried to run, but tripped on her panties that were around her ankles. I figured she was playing hard to get, maybe she was into the rough stuff. She was crawling away, so I grabbed her ankles and pulled off her sexy 3" strappy sandals and the panties. I stuck her panties into my pocket. By the way, she has really nice ass and her pussy-lips are so pink and full. Heck, she even a little wet down there. What a slut, right?"

Then Chad noticed the calm look on my face had been replaced by a grim, dark look. He began to tremble and his fear was so great I thought he was going to die on me.

"But..but..that was it! She got away. Uhh, she put her skirt back on...uhh...and she ran off. There was no sex. We didn't do nothing."

Missy sat up alarmed, "Chad, you idiot! Stop lying. He'll cut you!"

My knife came out as I swiftly charged the Chad the Weasel. The knife slashed, and a third of his left ear flew off. He screamed and his hands went to the bloody ear. Missy grabbed a towel and put it to his ear.

"Please stop it Bobby! This isn't you. You said your kills were quick and painless. You are torturing him!"

"So you're taking his side, is that it?"

"No dammit! I love you and only you. I don't want this to go on anymore. Let him go and we can talk."

"Yeah, you love me, but make out with him!" She chose to remain silent.

"So you one-eared scumbag, what happened next?" He was so pathetic crying like a little baby.

"I-I told her that if she gave me a blowjob, then she would get that vice-principal job. Nobody would need to know. I told her I had her panties, and that you would never suspect her of being a cheater unless he did a panties inventory. I sat down back in my chair. I told her that if she wanted the promotion she had to crawl over to me, or get out. She slowly got up and crawled to me on her hands and knees. Then she opened my pants and sucked my dick. It was a lousy blowjob. I was surprised that she swallowed. You wife is quite a whore."

I gave Missy a furious stare, and she ran to the bathroom, locking it. The bitch almost never swallowed for me.

"Was there any other sexual interactions?"

"At first, we got together after school in her classroom or my office almost everyday. I told her I wanted her naked and wanted her to do a slow striptease which she did. After that, it was blowjob time. It wasn't enough for me. I had to have it all. So I told her that I wanted to fuck her pussy and ass. The damn ungrateful bitch said no and that . That she didn't want anything to do with me, and that the affair was over. Missy yelled at me saying I could take the mentor-ship and the promotion and shove it up my ass. She also said that she would tell my wife and you, that she I was having an affair with me. I tired to grab her and kiss her so as to overwhelm her again, but she slapped me twice and told me to get out. So I left."

Then the shit-head paused and stared at the ceiling. This guy was fucking weird.

"I thought that she was playing hard to get. She wanted me to pursue her with more force, just like that first day in my office. That night I talked to her on her cell phone and as her if she wanted more dominance play from me. Not only did she say yes, but she also wanted me to do some bondage and S&M stuff like she had seen on the internet. Missy told me that you would be out of town this weekend on a job, so that Saturday I put my bondage gear into a bag and came here. She was getting ready for our session so I decided to ...you know...get my penis ready hard. Then you showed up."

"Is that it, Chad?"

"Yeah, that's it. So are we cool now? Can I go?"

"Yes, we are quite done Principal Wienerrman. Thank you for pointing out what a slut my wife is. None of this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been a submissive slut. I would like to show you my appreciation for what you have done for me and Missy. Here take my Bowie knife and keep the towel for you ear as gifts. My guys are going to take you you and drop you off ten blocks from your condo. You can walk home. You could also take in a college keg party at the frat house along the way. There is a former student of yours, a blonde, who said that she has a crush on you and would like to talk to you soon. Could be fun!"

"Thanks! Hey, you know I'm jealous of you. That MILF wife of yours is one sexy, twisted babe. Hey, maybe we two can get together and do a Missy sandwich sometime," the asshole said, and he winked at me. The poor deluded fool didn't realize his life was about to take a turn for the worst.

I talked into my headset's microphone, "Execute Delta November 2. Expedite."

Two of my men came in and began executing DN2. One laid out and unzipped a body bag. The other man punched Chad on the side of the head, knocking him out. Chad was stuck into a body bag and hauled away. Minutes later, a new mattress replaced the pissy, bloody old one.

"Was there anything else, sir?" Sergeant Ramirez asked.

"No, that will be it for now. Thank you Sergeant."

Using my command voice I yelled, "Get your skanky ass out here now, Missy-Slut"

The bathroom door opened and my naked young wife stood there with tears running down her cheeks. She looked bad. Then she ran to me, sat herself on the floor, and grabbed my legs. We didn't say anything for about five minutes. I was angry, disappointed, sad, betrayed, and uncertain. My wife cheated on me! Could I really do what needed to be done?

"Why Missy? And with a douche-bag like Chad? Do you really want to leave me? Did I mistreat you? Did I not love you enough? Did I not give you want you wanted? WHY DAMMIT?" I asked in a fury.

"No, that wasn't it! It wasn't your fault! I love you. You love me! But it was for you! For us!" she sobbed. Now she was shaking and crying like I had never seen her before.

"I'm sorry, Missy. I don't understand what you're saying to me. You cheated for me? Never heard that one before," I said sarcastically.

"Your last mission. That's why I did it."

"Wait a minute! You cheated on me when I was on that last mission? Wow, you really are a bigger cheating slut than I thought so far!"

"NO! When you came back...It was horrible!"

"What are you babbling about? That Iraq mission was successful. The clients weren't hurt and completed their business. Our cut of the payment worked out to $80,000. We killed four terrorists and didn't lose anyone."

"You were wounded! When the plane got back, you were in a stretcher. You had to see that neurologist, and also they had to take that shrapnel out of you."

"Huh? But that was two months ago. I'm fine. It's okay now!" I said with a small smile.

"No, it's not okay. You almost died. You said it yourself that if that desk hadn't been between you and that grenade, you might have been dead," she yelled.

I took in a deep breath and slowly released it. This wasn't making any sense. I wanted to confront her about her cheating, and instead we were talking about some mission from months ago.

"Missy, I know you're upset about that mission, but I demand that we talk about what you did with that little piece of shit Chad," I growled. I was stunned when she slapped me. What the heck was that about?

"Don't you get it? You brag about your 164 I.Q. yet you don't get it? I had affair with Chad because of that mission. I...we...me and our kids almost lost you. I kept talking to you to give up this insane mercenary work, but you just laughed it off as no big deal. You told me that the money was too good to pass up, and there were bills to pay, plus we needed money for the future for the kids college funds and when we retired. So, I didn't have a choice. If I could make more money, you would quit being a soldier of fortune."

Missy was starting to get hysterical.

"So I went to Chad, and I-I...offered...gave myself to him if he would guarantee I would get the assistant principal's job. I was so disgusted with myself, but what else could I do? Chad wanted to use all three of my holes, but I refused him. I was already six weeks pregnant with our third baby, but I still didn't want his nasty sperm in my vagina and my ass. So I told him he could use my mouth and feel...touch my body. But that was it! He insisted that I had to swallow. I had to...service...him six times. But it wasn't enough. He filmed some of our meetings and threated to show them to you if I didn't have sex with him. That's why he was here. I didn't let him. He must have somehow made a house key from mine. Things got out of control. Oh I am so ashamed and sorry...so very sorry this happened. I can't live with myself. Please just kill me please. I'm a worthless whore. I'm not fit to be a wife and mother anymore."

My young wife was now crying and wailing hysterically.

"Wow, you cheated for a promotion. What a whore! Does this dip-shit know what I really do for a living?" I said in amazement at Chad's foolishness.

"No. I kept our secret. He thinks you're a security guard at the mall," she cried out.

I leaned back in the chair and now believed everything she said. I thought about it further. I went on one mission after another. I don't think I was home for more than a few days at a time. She had been trying to tell me her thoughts and feelings, but I ignored it in my pursuit of money. I also realized that I had never fully recovered from that last mission. PTSD? Maybe.

One thing for sure was that there was blame to go around including Missy and me. However, the bottom line was that Chad was the main cause. Instead of being a professional mentor, he blackmailed my wife into violating her marriage vows. He needed to pay for what he did to us.

I keyed my mike, "Red Team. Execute Plan Bravo."

"Red 6, Acknowledging Plan Bravo, Roger Over."

Missy did a bad thing for a good reason. My love for her actually increased for her since she was willing to do almost anything to keep me safe and the family intact.

I pulled Missy onto my lap and held her in my arms as I comforted her. Slowly, her sobbing began to fade. I kissed her on her ears, neck, and lips. She responded and kissed me back. My love for my wife could never end. She was mine, and I was hers. Forever.

I broke the kiss and said with regret,

"Missy I love you so much. But you broke the code. You might have had a good reason, but you still cheated on me. You could have asked for intervention like marriage counseling. You will have to be punished even though you did it for our family."

"I understand. Please punish me for being a fool who damaged your trust in me,' she said with no hint of reservation.

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Four hours later, Missy and I were watching the late night news on television. She was on the sofa beside me. Her naked body was in a tight hogtie with a red ball-gag in her mouth. Her beautiful face showed stress and pain. There were red welts from the switch on her breasts, pussy, arms, back, and legs, but not her face or belly.

"Our top story tonight is nearly fatal attack by a crazed man at a fraternity party at the local university. Eyewitnesses reported that a naked middle-aged man armed with a big knife ran down the street shouting that men dressed in black were trying to kill him. Here is a video one of the party attendees shot with his cell phone. The man entered the party, grabbed a sorority girl, and attempted to take her by force from the party. The fraternity members intervened, disarmed the man, and proceeded to beat the man up. The police were called and arrested the man for public indecency, assault with a deadly weapon, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest, and kidnapping. The suspect was identified as Chad Loreno, the principal of the local high school. A police sergeant said the suspect appeared to be drunk and on drugs. Wienerman is currently in the hospital where he is being treated for broken bones, a concussion, a cut ear, and groin injury. A school district spokesman said that Wienerman had been put on unpaid administrative leave. In other news..."

"Wow. Your boss knows how to make an entrance at a party. That girl he tried to take looks a lot like you, dear. Wow, what a coincidence. I wonder if she was planted there before hand," I said with a laugh.

I grabbed the switch off the coffee table and stood up. She looked up at me with resignation.

"Missy dear, do you know what bastinado is?" I asked gently as I held it to her face.

"Nuhh surrr," she said.

"The switch hit the bottom of her feet. She screamed in pain.

"That's bastinado. Four more to go. Should I continue, dear?" I said sweetly.

She stared at me with determination and nodded yes. She knew she had to pay for her sins if she wanted to save our marriage.

It took her a couple of days in bed to recover. Our company doctor prescribed pain-killers and a sedative. I took a one month vacation. I cared for her and our kids with love. After a week, we went on vacation in our RV. The time we spent enabled us to reconnect as a couple. When we got back, we went to marriage counseling. That helped us heal as a couple.

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THE PRESENT: WYOMING

"So that was the worst moment in our marriage, and it also the best since it strengthened it also. I found a new commitment to my wife and kids. I stopped going on missions and acted as the mission coordinator from our Texas headquarters. I told Missy to quit her job, and she was happy to become a full-time housewife. We had four kids, all adults now with two married with kids of their own and the other two are in college. Things were good for over 20 years."

I paused due to the flood of emotions overcame for a moment.

"Then about five years, we got devastating news. Missy was having increasing health problems. I took her for full tests and found out she was dying with only a few months to live. I spent every minute I could with her. Then it was over. If it weren't for my kids and Wild Bill and his family I never would continued to live. Missy and I promised each other that when we retired, we would tour around to all 50 States. Since her death, I was on the road in the RV touring across America and even into Canada. Sometimes I would stay at my Texas and Wyoming ranches. I would do the odd special job for gas money even though I didn't need it. Then one day, I stopped at this cheerleader car-wash, and that was the start of a new me."

"Well, I'm glad you did stop by. I never would have met and married you and gotten pregnant. Look Bobby, I know I will never be Missy, but I promise you I will never stop loving you and caring for you. I want to have your babies and even though we have such a large age gap, we will also have eternal love. I promise you," Emma said with deep affection. We kissed long and tenderly.

Our romantic moment was interrupted by Bree, "Someone get me a fire hose to use on these two. Get up, lunch is ready! Sophia made tacos and enchiladas."

We held hands as we went in.

"Where is Missy buried?" she asked quietly.

"At my Texas ranch."

"Well, I think that a few months after the babies are born, we need to see your Texas ranch. Maybe spend the winter there."

I squeezed her hand and smiled, "Sounds like a plan, honey."