Nandita To Nandini
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This is definitely not one of my usual thinking person’s stories. Rather a quick little BTB that has a little niche twist that I don’t think anyone has penned before. If someone has already come up with it I apologise in advance both to the original author and for wasting reader’s time.
Once again set your review dictionary to English (Australian) rather than English (US) and hopefully all the blue and red squiggles will disappear.
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Our friends in blue turned up at the garage I owned in the form of two officers in a patrol car. I watched them surreptitiously from my position under the hoist. It was unusual to see such happy looking policemen. Their expressions turned more serious as they approached me. They confirmed my identity and said they’d some bad news for me. Something had happened to my wife at our house and she was in hospital but they couldn’t go into details.
I tried to leave straight away but they stopped me, wanting a few answers.
‘Can you account for your whereabouts for the last three hours sir?’
‘Yes officer, I have been here all day. Just ask my two mechanics. Sorry, I did slip off for 10 minutes around 11AM to get us coffees.’
One of the policemen wandered over to talk to Mike and Pete. The other wrote down details of which coffee shop I’d been to.
‘Can you show me your car sir’, he asked.
‘Sure, my truck is outside.’
I led him outside to my pride and joy. The thorough bastard scoured the interior then popped the hood and felt the engine. Stone cold.
‘Right, that’s all sir, you can go to the hospital now.’
There was a look of concern on my face while the staffer at the hospital explained the extent of Kate’s injuries, the fact she’d received a blood transfusion and then informed me she was being operated on now. She was expected to be out of it until the next morning. I thought it was very unprofessional for the doctor to be half smiling the whole time he was talking to me.
On the way out the hospital entrance I was intercepted by the same two policemen who’d been to the garage earlier. They wanted some more answers. We retired to the hospital cafeteria for some much needed coffee. They wanted to know how my relationship with my wife was.
I explained that we’d met and married relatively late in life, eight years ago. Kate worked a lucrative career as a defence lawyer with a large local firm. She was keen to have children but had resisted my pressure until now when she was almost 40, as she wanted to establish herself in her job.
They asked me why it was she was at home during a week day. I went on to explain that Kate had quit work a month ago so she could have a break before getting pregnant. A sort of holiday before at least 10 years of domestic service. I then added in summary that I loved my wife and we were fine and looking forwards to a family.
They asked me if I knew a John Barton. When I replied no and asked why they’d asked, they became evasive and took their leave.
I knew I could rely on my guys to lock up the garage so I went straight home. A deep sadness began to descend upon me.
At the house a couple of forensic guys and a lone detective were nosing around. The detective introduced himself and explained what he knew. He then asked me the same questions the earlier officers did plus one new one.
‘Can you explain why we found a few drops of blood in the downstairs toilet sir?’
‘Sorry, no idea detective. Now can I ask you something?’
‘By all mean sir.’
‘It’s pretty obvious you aren’t treating this as an accident and also that I am being treated as a suspect. If it was foul play can you assure me you aren’t concentrating on me as a subject but are also looking for the real perpetrator?’
You can be assured sir, we have a few lines of enquiry. My colleague is over talking to Mrs Barton right now.’
‘Who is this John Barton I keep hearing about?’
‘I’m sorry sir, I don’t think it is appropriate for me to comment.’
He and the forensic guys then took off, leaving me seemingly confused.
I went upstairs to the master bedroom and looked on the scene of carnage. I would have being really shocked if I was looking at it for the first time.
Earlier that day
About 10AM at work I really started to think about sex. Nothing unusual about that. They do say that guys think about sex on average 67 times per waking hour. Let me tell you, men that have been virtually cut off by their wives for a month can at least double that. Ever since Kate quit work, our 2-3 times a week had dropped to practically zero. Kate was either not in the mood, missing work and depressed or too tired. Personally I thought it was because her life as she knew it was almost over and she was just plain scared. Being the considerate husband I was I didn’t want to pressure her. She would get out of her funk at her own pace. I knew my life would change after kids but realised hers would be turned upside down.
I continued daydreaming about how our sex life had been in the first few years of our marriage. Anywhere, anytime, anyhow. We’d made the effort to keep it fresh and new for as long as our imaginations lasted then slowly lapsed into the automatic mode two long term partners often slip into.
I snapped out of my torpor. I knew what to do. Bring back the spontaneity. Go home right now and screw Kate senseless. Right, decision made, time to clean up and get home.
I told Mick and Pete I was heading out for a while. Pete asked if I could take the car he’d just finished servicing for a test drive. No worries.
Arriving home I was disappointed to see a car I didn’t recognise in the driveway. Bugger, a friend visiting scuppered my plans. I decided to go in anyway, maybe the friend could be encouraged to leave and my plans could be salvaged.
With no suspicions or attempts at stealth I opened the front door. Immediately my hackles raised and I knew my marriage was over. The obvious sounds of enthusiastic sexual activity were literally booming down the stairs.
It was almost a reflex action to take out my phone and start recording video. Whenever a customer delivered a car to the garage I always made a quick video log so we couldn’t be accused of scratching it.
With heart racing I sprinted up the steps and with video at the ready looked in the master bedroom door. Yes it was Kate and yes it was some guy I didn’t recognise banging her with gusto on our bed.
Fighting every instinct I possessed to pounce and kill, I turned away. I can truthfully say it was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. With legs no longer able to support my weight I slumped down on the floor just outside the door. Utterly devastated, I was only vaguely aware of the dual sounds of them reaching their peaks just around the corner.
I don’t know how long I was there but gradually became aware that all sounds of their adultery had ceased and there was only talking happening. That was just as bad and still rankled my soul to its core. I instinctively knew that I must get out of earshot so I could gain the time to process. I was fully aware that all input to the brain goes straight to the emotion centre before going to the logic part of the brain for processing. I also instinctively knew that any reaction of mine based on emotion would end up with at least him in hospital and me in prison. I needed time to think.
Quietly I got up off the floor, tiptoed downstairs and collapsed onto the couch. I knew that if they came downstairs soon I wouldn’t be capable of controlling my actions but my legs just wouldn’t take me any further. Frankly I was in emotional crisis. I couldn’t have been more overwhelmed if I’d walked in on Mother Theresa being gangbanged by all seven of Snow White’s dwarves.
Away from the sights, smells and most of the sounds of betrayal, I
was freed from emotional distractions. I did what I knew I did best and came up with a plan. It was blatantly copied from the coalition’s invasion of Iraq in the second gulf war. Shock and awe. Strike with such speed and ferocity that all reactions were stupefied. Drag him from the room and out of her sight, beat the shit out of him somewhere it wouldn’t bruise too much. The stomach should be just right. Then throw him naked out the back door. Return for her and throw her naked out the front door. That should give them the right impression and leave me with my liberty assured. With no bruising and no witness, hopefully I would avoid the law.
Luckily I had the perfect shock and awe weapon in my workshop. Two years ago I’d been in the army reserve (National Guard) where, due to my mechanical skills I’d been made an infantry man. Yeah, logical right? After one weekend exercise, I’d been detailed to clean out the trucks we’d returned to base in. That’s where I found an itty bitty device that was going to come in handy now. The police call them stun grenades. Special Forces call them flashbangs. Slightly larger than a normal grenade they are basically a small canister with a lever and pin mechanism for ignition. They were specifically made for hostage rescue and were designed to do little physical damage so they could be lobbed into a roomful of innocents with no lasting harm. Sure they would blow a few fingers off if you held one in your hand but were generally harmless. What they did do however was go off with an eight million candlepower flash and a 170 decibel bang. The flash alone could stun a person to extreme non function for at least five seconds.
My devious mind, driven by newly acquired hate, quickly formed the rest of the plan. I didn’t want to damage my own house so couldn’t just lob it onto the floor. Plus the noise of it hitting would alert them. I didn’t want that. I retrieved the device and quickly taped a short piece of rope to it then put a loop in the end of the rope.
Thus prepared I tiptoed back upstairs. As I got closer I realised that stealth was again unnecessary. I could plainly hear a man’s groans coming from the bedroom doorway. Stopping only to pick up my phone from the floor outside the door where I’d dropped it, I glanced around the door frame.
Obviously ready for round two, the guy was standing at the foot of the bed facing the door. Kate was on her knees with her back to me, seemingly getting him fully hard again with one of her signature blowjobs. Her head was languidly bobbing backwards and forwards. Fuck she was good at this. I have never experienced a deepthroat with any other woman but surely she was one in a thousand. Her technique of taking it deep while running her tongue along the underside of a shaft could make an Egyptian mummy cum. I tried desperately to disassociate what I was seeing with any emotion I was feeling but was only partly successful. Glancing around the corner again, I confirmed that his eyes were tightly shut. This time I noticed that he had his hands on either side of her head. A small gagging noise escaped her throat but she kept going.
Mentally rehearsing the sequence of events I’d decided on, I then took a deep breath and sprang into action. One step into the room, loop end of rope around hook on the bottom of the light fitting leaving the device hanging half way to the floor. Pull pin, slip into pocket, out the door again, fingers firmly in ears and eyes tightly shut.
Even with my precautions the effect was awesome. I could plainly feel the shock wave and sense the bright reflected light through my eyelids.
Following the plan, I leap into the room again, ready for action. This time it was my turn to be stunned. I don’t know exactly what I expected to find but it was nothing like the scene that confronted me.
Mr anonymous was sprawled on his back on the bed with blood absolutely fountaining from his groin. Either nature had been extremely unkind to him or there was some of his equipment missing.
Kate was flat on her back on the floor with vacant eyes and her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, face covered in blood.
Confused, I retreated out into the hall again to think. My reverie was disturbed shortly afterwards by twin unholy shrieks from the bedroom followed by various thumps and doors slamming open. I was starting to realise that I was in deep shit, my plan had gone badly right. Sorry I meant wrong there. I looked around the door frame once more into the scene of carnage. The guy had rolled off the bed and was curled up on the floor holding his groin, still shrieking like a banshee. Do you know how many nerves there are in a penis? Kate was nowhere in sight but there was a blood trail leading to the bathroom.
Must remove evidence. I re-entered the room, scanned it and quickly found the detonator mechanism from the device, adding it to the rope in my pocket. I couldn’t find anything else so concluded it must all have been consumed. I started towards the bathroom, being very careful not to step in any blood, which was a big ask I can tell you. Kate was on her knees spewing into the toilet. I fought the urge to go and help her. I just didn’t care anymore. On the way out the door I spotted something amongst the blood on the floor. I picked it up. It was warm and squishy and about ¾ inch long. On the way out the front door I detoured to the downstairs toilet and flushed it away. They wouldn’t be sewing that back on.
Careful not to screech my tyres I sped off down the street thankful once again that we lived so far from the neighbour’s houses. Half way back to the garage I dumped my pockets into a roadside bin.
Ten minutes later I was back in the small garage that I called work. I called over Pete and Mike, the two grubby, oil stained guys I call my employees and friends. They hurried over seeing I was rattled.
‘Guys, I need you to be my alibi for the last 45 minutes, what do you say.’
‘Sure boss’, came almost simultaneously from them.
‘Well before you agree so hastily I’d better tell you that what I have done is pretty bloody serious and once I tell you what it is you may not be so quick to answer. I don’t know what the fuck I will be charged with but it could mean prison time.’
Before I explained it to them I went to my office and threw on an old, dirty set of coveralls. I then went over to the bin and grabbed an oily rag, rubbing it into my face and arms. I didn’t know when the police would be here but I fully expected them. Both guys looked at me a bit bemused.
I gave them a quick rundown on events of the last little while. They looked at me with stunned expressions. Mike was the first to break. He tried to hold it in for a good 15 seconds then erupted in laughter. That broke the ice for Pete who shortly joined Mike and I in uncontrollable hooting. Mine driven by the aftermath of an adrenalin rush. It was fully five minutes before we all regained control and with handshakes and promises of support they returned to their oily engine bays. For the next hour spontaneous chuckles could be heard from inside various grimy spaces. My wife Kate was about to reap the reward she’d earned for being aloof with my lowly friends in the past.
Do you know how hard it is to clean blood up? Bastard stuff sticks like shit to a blanket. I ended up only cleaning the bathroom floor that night. I decided to just throw the bed linen away and made a note to get new carpet for the bedroom. The ripped curtains would have to go as well. I tried to keep busy, avoiding thinking. That process wasn’t helped by the constant phone ringing and knocking at the door. Yes the media were in feeding frenzy mode. The combination of adultery and a guy getting his manhood bitten off was a story sent from heaven for them. I only answered the door once and soon unplugged the phone.
Finally, with nothing left to distract me, I got around to my soul searching. Did I regret what I’d done? Strangely no. I hated
cheaters with a passion. I’d seen too many guys turned into woman hating recluses when they caught their partners out. The funny thing was that until before lunchtime today I would have bet my life on my wife sharing that passion. I was still stunned that I’d been so wrong. Not to mention utterly bemused at Kate’s motivation. She seemed to be as devoted to me as I was to her and our sex life was just fine. Well, until recently that was.
After hours of internal turmoil I could only come up with one solitary clue. I recalled the hairs on the back of my neck playing up about two months ago when Kate announced she was resigning so she could enjoy her last days of freedom. I expected her to work until at least the seventh month of her pregnancy. Something about her statement that she wanted a ‘last hurrah’ before children struck me as odd.
My rumination was interrupted by my private cell phone ringing. Not many people knew the number. Caller ID showed it to be Kate’s parent’s number. They lived in the same state but about three hour’s drive away. I’d always got along with them fantastically so I answered. After way less than the usual pleasantries, her mum cut to the chase.
‘Dave, what’s going on? Do you know why there are a bunch of journalists besieging our house?’
Well they had to find out sometime. I just couldn’t bring myself to go into detail.
‘Um, mum, did you watch the local news tonight, the top story maybe?’
‘What, the one about some cheating slut biting her lover’s cock off?’
I’d always loved her mum’s colourful language and no-nonsense views on life, but fuck she wasn’t making this conversation easy.
‘Yes mum. Look there’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just launch straight in. The woman was Kate.’
Luckily my discomfiture was cut short by a scream followed by a dial tone.
As I pressed the end button on the phone I noticed an alert on the screen. ‘Memory full’. That reminded me that I’d recorded the ending of my marriage a bare eight hours before. I had vague memories of leaving the phone recording outside the bedroom door. I knew that if I never discovered and believed the reason why Kate had done what she did I might never trust another woman ever again. There was a good chance I would die a lonely misogynist, doomed to a wasted life.
With desperate hope I started the video playback. The screen showed the view I saw walking along the hall to the bedroom. I closed my eyes when it peeped through the door. I already knew what it showed. Kate with her head on the pillow, arse in the air, being ponded from behind. The pain was just too fresh to re-live that scene yet. I opened them in time for when I’d put the phone on the floor. With no visual, just a view of the hall ceiling, I had to imagine Mr and Mrs Adulterer lying side by side on the bed. I couldn’t make out the audio clearly so downloaded the file to my computer and ran it through an amplifier. This is the relevant part of their conversation.
‘Wow Kate that was fantastic, in fact the last week has been great. Does it have to end today? My offer still stands. Just give me the word and I’ll divorce Sarah and marry you.’
‘Yeah, like that will work. Great start to a marriage hooking up with a guy that will screw around on his wife and kids. No, I love Dave way too much to hurt him like that. Besides he is a great husband and will make a good father. After today I’ll be Mrs Goody Goody housewife. At least until the youngest of our kids goes to school.’
‘You can’t love him that much. It’s not him lying here with his cum running down your leg?’
‘No you’re wrong, I do love him dearly. The moment I met him I knew he was my one and only soul mate. I’ll never meet another. We are so in tune, sexually, that he can take me places no one else ever has. I feel blessed that I have such a good man to spoil me and nurse me when I get a big belly from his two or three babies. No I want nothing more than to die in his arms surrounded by our grandchildren.’
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