The Wedding Conception Retribution (MF Adul Preg) THE WEDDING CONCEPTION: RETRIBUTION I had heard the rumors: my rival, Steve, had fucked my wife, fucked her long and hard and impregnated her. If they were true, then Lisa, my wife, was an adulterous slut, and Jennifer, our darling little three year old girl, was Steve's bastard child. No man wants to believe something like that when he hears it. Particularly not me. I was deeply in love with Lisa. She was the light of my life. And, Jennifer was as sweet and darling a daughter as anyone ever had. They had made me very happy indeed. So, I had pretended the rumors were ugly lies designed to hurt my relationship with Lisa. Then, someone e-mailed me a story which appeared in ASS on the Internet. The story was called The Wedding Conception and told of a wife named Lisa who was impregnated by her husband's rival. And, the wife planned to get pregnant by the rival again. The story also said the cuckolded husband was lousy in bed and had a stubby dick. Angry and concerned, I did some tracing. The story posting came from my home town, from a gossipy old woman I knew was a friend of my wife. This time I could not ignore the rumors: Lisa was pregnant. As I drove her to the hospital to deliver our second child, I decided to act. Of course, Lisa, Steve and Bob are not our real names. The old gossip who put the story on the Internet changed them. I am using the names she used. With Lisa safely in the hospital, I went to my brother, Jeffrey. While I went into business and have become very successful, Jeffrey followed the footsteps of our father and uncle in becoming a doctor. I laid out the sordid story to him. "Bob, do you really want to know?" "Yes. I must know! If I don't, it will drive me crazy." "Then, let's get started." First, we ran tests on me. My sperm count was very low but I was capable of fathering children. So, no proof there. Jennifer could still be mine. The blood tests were inconclusive. Jennifer could be mine or could be the child of any man if he had the same type blood. Then, we did DNA on Jennifer and on the baby when he arrived. Only one chance in five billion it could be wrong. It takes six weeks for DNA tests to come back. Lisa delivered a beautiful, healthy, baby boy we named David at my wife's instance. I had wanted to name the baby after me, Robert, Jr. But, Lisa insisted on David, saying she always loved the name and wanted to use it. I knew Steve's full name was Stephen David Webber. I was sick, physically sick, at the thought my wife, the woman I loved, had named this child after a man she was rumored to be fucking. That told me she believed Steve fathered the child. What a slutty whore! A trollop! An adulteress! The lowest form of harlot! She is more vile than the snake which seduced Eve, lower than the lowest worm in the garden! I hired a private detective firm, someone from another city not too far away with an impeccable reputation. I kept my cool, gave the P.I. instructions and waited. In six weeks, mama and baby were doing very well. Jennifer was starting to accept her new sibling and was returning to her happy self. I was outwardly calm but burning up inside as I waited... waited. "Bob, we have the DNA tests from both Jennifer and David." My heart leapt into my throat as I waited to hear what my brother said. People are interesting. Under pressure, some come apart; others become cool and collected, even cold, brutal. The latter is the way I react. I was very sad and angry... more angry now than sad... knowing this woman I had loved and taken as my wife was a lying, cheating, adulteress and slut who had betrayed me in a vile and unforgivable way. I was more angry at Steve. There has always been a code of honor in business. You can mess with your rivals but you leave their family alone. That code has even been used by the Mafia and other organizations which do not normally follow civilized rules. Steve broke that code, dishonoring himself terminally, dishonoring me if I allowed it to continue unpunished. Fortunately, the work done by my P.I. firm had broadened my available options, revealing the path I chose to take. It seems I was not the only man in town cuckolded by Steve. I gave my old friend Beau what I knew he would hate to see, just like I hated seeing it. Lisa, beautiful as always, was sitting in the den, when I arrived home that day four weeks after I had received the DNA test results, the day I gave Beau the proof I wanted him to have. Jennifer was napping upstairs. Lisa was nursing David, his warm little mouth suckling at her lovely breast which was so bloated and full of her life giving milk. Lisa watched me without speaking as I hung my coat in the hall closet and went to the bar to make my nightly bourbon and water. When I returned to the den, Lisa was gone, probably putting David to bed. I sat in my easy chair and sipped my drink as I read the evening paper. The sound of my grandfather clock in the hall and the gentle hum of the air conditioning were the only sounds I heard. The town was buzzing with wild news of a multiple murder. Everyone was talking about it. But, Lisa had not heard. When the phone rang, I let it ring until Lisa picked it up. "Nooooo.... please.....noooooo." I heard her sobs and moans floating down the stairs, heard her gasps as she cried. It was about ten minutes when I heard the quiet, clump-clump of her feet on the wooden stairs. She looked terrible, eyes red, face puffy. She collapsed on the couch. "Lisa, is something wrong? What is it?" She stared at me, fighting back tears. "Steve Webber is dead. Beau James shot him to death today." "I had heard. But, why are you so upset. Do you even know Steve?" She was pathetic looking, drooping over like a dying rose, voice and face void of emotion except the tailings of death. How sad! "Maryann is one of my good friends. You know that! She and Beau are both dead, too. After Beau shot Steve, he went home, killed Maryann and both the children. Then, he turned the gun on himself." "I heard. Look, Lisa, Maryann was an adulteress slut. She was fucking Steve and the rumor was Steve fathered her children. When Beau found out, he had to act. Any real man would do the same thing." She shivered as she stared at me. "I would do the same thing if you were an adulteress slut and Jennifer and David were not mine. Steve deserved to die. I hope it was very painful for him. And, Maryann deserved to die, too. Adultery is a crime and a sin. An adulteress will go straight to eternal damnation in hell when she dies, which is a just punishment. I do feel badly about Beau and the kids, knowing they suffered because Maryann was an adulterous slut!" I watched her. She was in total turmoil... grief and guilt, horror and death... were now joined by fear... terrible, unrelenting fear... etched in her visage in a mosaic of despair. Keeping a poker face was difficult for me but I did it. "You would kill me if I com... if I did what Maryann did?" "I might kill you. I know I would kill the man. Oh, I may not shoot him the way Beau did. Everyone knows Beau is, I mean, was, hot tempered and a little unbalanced. But..." I leaned forward for emphasis. I knew my face was red in anger, the tendons in my neck corded. "... I would find a way to make sure the sonofabitch died." Lisa stood slowly, unsteadily, her grief ravaged brain unable to make her body function normally. She only took a step before I spoke. "Lisa, we need to talk about us." She fell back on the couch. "What?" "Our sex life is no good. I do not mean just as a result of your pregnancy. You have been lousy in bed, simply inadequate and unacceptable. I would guess 999 out of a thousand women are better in bed... sexier... than you are. I wonder if there is someone else in your life, someone you care about more than me... someone you are fucking... as you take my money, my name, my social position, and my love but give yourself to another like that adulteress slut, Maryann." She was watching me intently now, breathing ceasing, eyes unblinking. "Lisa, I deserve and want a better wife, a happier more loving wife who is very sexual with me, is loving and loyal to me, rather than a lousy fuck whose loyalty and love is somewhere else. I am a good man and I want a good wife." "Do you want a divorce?" "Yes." "Have you talked to a lawyer?" "Yes. He strongly suggests I have DNA tests done on the children. He says so many women fuck around these days, any man should have the test done before he pays child support. He said I would be amazed how many men do not have to pay child support after the DNA tests come back. He even has a case in court now where the slutty, adulteress wife was fucking around. DNA tests proved the husband not to be the father. So, he is suing the natural father for all the money he spent on them from inception to the time of the divorce. Of course, the wife/mother is destitute as she will get nothing in the divorce. A sad situation. Very sad. But, she is a slut and a adulteress whore, so she deserves what she gets... which is nothing." "Bob?" "Yes, Lisa?" "Are you going to kill me?" She sobbed it out, the ragged edge of her sanity clearly unraveling. I fought hard to keep from grinning. She was destroyed: she had lost all hope. "What have you done that deserves you being killed?" I asked very coldly. I waited. I wanted the next communication to come from her. She began crying again, sobbing loudly, her body heaving, her face in her hands. I could tell she was in agony: deep, desperate, unbelievable agony as if her soul had descended to the lowest level of hell. I fought my great enjoyment of her woes as I wanted to maintain my own emotional control. "Bob, I am just like Maryann. I fucked Steve. The two children are his." I was looking into the face of a dead person as she fought to maintain what little mental control she had left. "I heard that rumor." "Please don't kill me. I will leave and take the children. I will ask for nothing in the divorce and I will ask for no child support. Just let me go away in peace." "I would not kill you, Lisa, but, since you have just admitted you are a slut and an adulteress whore, your leaving without financial support makes good sense. I would like an affidavit signed tonight documenting your adultery and the bastardy of your children so you will not lie later." After signing a confession of her adultery and desire to have Steve's children, Lisa moved out that night, taking Jennifer and David with her. That affidavit, presented in court during our divorce, produced the outcome I desired. She got nothing, not a single penny. She sued Steve's estate for child support but someone had turned Steve over to the IRS for tax fraud. There was little for her to get. Of course, the divorce and law suit made everyone in town aware of her sluttish behavior. I never contact her but the P.I. firm gives me semi-annual reports on her. She has a fairly rough life. She works in a dress shop selling clothes to rich women who were formally her social equals to support herself and her children in a lifestyle far below that which I had provided her. The children do not understand why they must suffer so. Later, when they are older, they will hate her for what she has done to them. I will see to that. With her sluttiness proven, all her old friends dropped her since the wives were afraid she would fuck their husbands and the husbands were afraid their wives would becomes sluts like she was. Needless to say, no decent man would marry an adulteress slut. I understand her name is on the list of women to ask out if you want a one night stand. Someone even said she was raped by two men one night but her reputation was so bad no one believed it was rape. I am remarried to a lovely woman. I have no reason to believe she has committed adultery but, as a safety precaution, the P.I. randomly checks on her. We have a wonderful son we named Robert Jr. The DNA tests proved he is mine. Some things are best left unsaid. I never did tell Lisa the DNA tests I had performed on both Jennifer and David proved conclusively they were both my children. Let her believe they are Steve's bastards! Let her rot in hell!