Hi, It's Me the Happy Cuckold-byHuedogg2|
"Pastor all the furniture in the house is now the property of the church. If I'm not mistaken, you were asking for donations for the woman's shelter. I don't think you'll want any of mattresses from the house but the rest is yours."
My daughter stood there looking at her mom. If looks could kill, Janice would die a slow painful death.
"Hi Dad," said the world's greatest daughter.
Casey just turned twenty-eight yesterday, and this wasn't the way thing were suppose to happen. But Janice had to bring this asshole in to my house. For that reason, I sped up my plans.
"Baby girl, the house is yours. Take good care of it. Remember to have the hot water heater replaced. The rest I'll have done before you move in."
"Hank?" came a woman's voice from inside the bedroom.
"What's going on, dear?"
"Just taking care of a few things before I leave. I'll be with you in a minute, Honey bunch."
My son, Walter, just stood there looking.
"I'll be waiting outside for you Jack," said Walter.
"Oh, and don't even think about running Jack. Look out the window," said Walter.
Jack looked out the window and saw about twenty cops. They were all hanging around the house. Jack was boxed in like the rat he was.
"Excuse me Jack, 'Sir', since you're the bull in this arrangement, I would like you to meet a few guys that take the bulls by the horns!" I said with a smirk. Well, it was funny to me.
"Jack Ass, this is Agent Parks from the FBI, and the guy next to him is Agent Colson from Bureau of Alcohol, Tabaco and Firearms. They are here to give you a choice.
"You can confess to stealing weapons and money from my pawn shop, in which case you'll be placed under arrest and go with them. Or you can just walk outside. The choice is yours Mr. Big Bad Bull."
"Now Janice, I'll answer your questions now. But first Jake has a few gifts for you."
My lawyer, Jake, stepped up.
"Janice Wilson, you are hereby served."
Let's get the introduction out of the way. I am Hank Wilson; my wife over there riding some guy's cock is Janice.
For lack of a better word, I'm a 'willing cuckold.' How I got to this point in my life will take awhile to explain. So hang on for a moment and then I'll tell you my story.
Just a sec, the doorbell is ringing.
"Stay right there Janice, I'll get it.
"Just a minute, I'm on the way!" I yelled.
I opened the door.
"Good afternoon everybody.
"If you all will please follow me. Janice is up stairs. She is kind of busy at the moment, so keep your voices down."
I walked everyone up stairs. Who was with me you ask? Lets see: Janice's parents, my parents, our kids, the pastor, a rabbi, my lawyer, her lover's wife, a camera man, her boss, her lover's boss, an FBI agent, and last, but not least, a BATF agent.
I opened up the door and the scream was so loud, I though my eardrum had burst.
"HANK! YOU ASSHOLE! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" yelled Janice.
"Will I dear? Am I going to pay for this?" I asked.
Let's call her lover — hmmm... Mr. Jack Ass. Mr. Ass decided that he was going to kick my ass.
"You fucker. I'm going to kick your ass for this!" Jack yelled. As he got up and headed towards me, Mrs. Ass stepped in the doorway.
"Hi hon. It looks like your kind of busy. Mr. Wilson here stopped by the house and showed me a homemade porno. It wasn't a very good one. But I did make out your fat hairy ass. I wouldn't come any closer — it's locked and loaded, and you know how I love to shoot at small, little critters!" There's nothing quite like a woman with her trusty Model 1911 .45 ACP to present a convincing argument.
Mr. Ass backed up and started looking for his pants. He couldn't find them. Then Mrs. Ass asked, "Looking for these are ya?" The look in her eyes told Mr. Ass to stay put.
On to the important business of the day.
"Pastor Wilkes needs the bed Janice," I mentioned.
My lawyer Jake presented her with the petition for divorce.
"Here is a check for $35,000 dollars. According to the terms of the pre-nup you signed before you got married, you're allowed to keep your car and clothes. Janice, I need your wedding ring please."
Janice looked at it, took it off and handed to Jake.
"Janice you have forty-five minutes to vacate the house."
"Oh, and Mr. Ass, your clothes and car are in the driveway," said Jake. "Your wife has also retained me as her lawyer. Your court date for child support is next Friday. 'Till then all checking and savings accounts have been frozen. See you Friday, Sir."
"Can everyone leave please so I can get dressed?" asked Janice. "Hank would you please stay?"
Casey said, "Let her have her say, dad. I'll stand by the door."
Janice got up and started dressing, "Hank it doesn't have to be this way. If you just give me a chance I'll make this up to you. I know I went overboard but it wasn't that bad," said Janice.
"Janice, for years I've begged you to take trips with me, go places, and try new things in the bedroom. You shot me down every time. Then lo and behold, Jack arrives, and now you give blowjobs, take it up the ass and he even got you to have a threesome. Every man wants to have a threesome at least once in his life.
"But during all of this, where was I, Janice? I'll tell you: I was at home or at work. Did you ever think to include me in any of your plans? You never wanted to try these things with me; instead your boy-toy Jack comes along and it's 'fuck you' Hank. Well now it's 'fuck you' Janice."
"Hank, just so you know, I'm fighting the divorce. You know I deserve more than what your giving me. And a thirty-year-old pre-nup can be over turned," said Janice.
So I am sitting here as a willing cuckold.
Janice and her lawyer got the pre-nup thrown out. The judge said that things changed with time and the pre-nup was outdated. A court date was set. It's funny how a wife can fuck any and everybody, yet the husband gets fucked the worst. I was going to make sure it didn't happen to me.
Jake told me I would have to give her half of everything, so I told him to drop the divorce — I'd handle this myself. Jake sent Janice a notice that I dropped the divorce action against her. Janice was so happy she went out and fucked Jack Ass again.
Things didn't go as Janice plan, I figured it was cheaper to keep her than to get a divorce and I was right.
I sold the pawnshop for $625,000. We had close to $300,000 in the bank and about $400,000 in investments.
I gave Walter my candy-apple red 'Vet, and a $100,000. It was enough for him to start his own business. As you know, I gave Casey the house. I also gave her $100,000 and $50,000 for my grandchild. I just hope she doesn't wait too long.
That was eight years ago.
Casey said Janice spent half of the $30,000 dollars looking for me. They haven't talked to each other since Janice tried to get the money I left for her and Walter. Janice told the court I had no right to give away that money. The judge told Janice that since they were my kids it was within my rights to give them the money. Everything else I cashed in or sold.
In case you're wondering, Janice and Jack are still together. It's more about survival now.
After serving three years in prison, Jack was released. I think he wishes he had stayed longer. Mr. Ass' payments to the former Mrs. Ass are a little under $5,000 a month, at least till their kids turn eighteen years old, or 'till age twenty-three if they go to college.
His and Janice's kids are five and six years old. Janice is busy working three jobs these days.
Mrs. Ass sued her after Janice hit her. Janice said Mrs. Ass spit in her face and Janice hit her afterwards. Instead of getting mad, Mrs. Ass started smiling. On the security camera tape from the angle they were at, you can see Janice hit Mrs. Ass, but you don't see Ms. Ass spitting. Janice lost to the tune of $25,000 dollars. And since Janice and Mr. Ass live in the same house, Child Protective Services started garnishing $300 a month out of her check to help Mr. Ass with his child support. For those readers who are legal eagles: down south, they will garnish your playmates paycheck if you are behind on child support.
As for me, I'm a willing cuckold, who's enjoying life. It's not too bad. I opened up a new pawnshop. It seems like there are a lot of people pawning things here in Manila.
Walter and Casey came over to see their little sisters and brother. I never said I wouldn't move on, and yes, by definition I'm a cheating bastard.
But I'm a cheating bastard with all my money and pride. I knew the court was going to fuck me — look at the justice system as a whole. It sucks! Everyone has rights but the victim. My dad once told me the only way to get justice is if you make your own.
Did you know having a $100,000 in the Philippines is like a having a million bucks in the States?
Oops, look at the time. I have to go. It seems that my lady friends want to go clubbing. Yes, I said friends. There are three sexy little vixens in my life, and I love them all. Yeah, I know they're with me for the money. So what? They all sleep with me and make me happy. We all live on my modest little twenty-five square mile ranch. No horses yet, but there is a nice stream that I fish in.
Some of you may wonder: why I didn't kick his ass? While I wanted to, I couldn't really do anything to him. He was a cop. So I did the next best logical thing — I set him up. Like I said before, I maybe a willing cuckold, but I never said I was a stupid one.
I hate cuckolds. It's their choice, and more power to them. But to willingly let your wife get fucked, and later lick the cum out her sloppy pussy? Well that's too much for me to deal with. I just don't see the love. She truly may love you, but in the end she loved his dick more!