It was the worse year of my life. I had found out two months ago that I had some bad growths on one of my lungs. The doctors were pretty sure just some chemo would take care of it, but they did tell me nothing was for sure when it came to things like this. I was stunned when my doctor told me it would be good if I prepared everything at home just in case something didn't go right. I knew what he was telling me. I quickly learned to hate everything about my hospital visits, but I knew it was something that had to be done if I wanted to be cured.
I wouldn't wish my treatments on my worse enemy. If all that happening in my life wasn't bad enough, something else happened at home that threw me my life even deeper into the nightmare than it already was. I'll have to start by saying I'm married to one very cute woman. Denise is twenty-two years old. I met her in college and even though I was about four and a half years older than her, we hit it right off. As I was graduating she was just starting out at college.
We dated on and off for about fifteen months when we knew we wanted to be together forever. I married her when she was twenty and I was twenty-four. Denise finished her college and got a fairly good job when she was done. Between my job and hers, we made more money then either of our parents ever had and we definitely had a very cushy lifestyle.
Our marriage was just about PERFECT for the first two years. Denise was sort of laid back and not very outgoing, at least not in front of other people. At home she was all I could ask for, but once we left the safety of our home she was a different person. Sex was GREAT between us. Denise tried everything with me that she knew I loved. She would dress up naughty and sexy and she did that for me, but only when we were at home. Whenever she went out I was lucky if she wore a dress above her knees. I think it was the way she was brought up but I'm not sure. It was just something we both learned to live with. As long as she dressed up for me at home, I was ok with it.
I really wanted her to dress up a little sexier when we went out because she had the body for it and I sort of liked guys turning their heads and checking her out. I wasn't the jealous type. I wanted to show her off a little, because I was proud of the way she looked. None of that ever happened and like I said, I was ok with it as long as I got my way at home, and boy did I!
I found out about my medical problems about four years after we got married. It was the lowest part of my entire life. Chemo made everything else seem so easy to do. I hated it but I went through it so I could get better. Denise didn't know what to say to me or how to treat me after I came home very sick from each treatment. I found out much later that she had a very long talk with her ownfemale doctor.
The doctor told her I would be going thru a very rough time. My attitude about everything could change at any time. My wife's doctor told her to just make things as easy as she could for me, and not to hold any outbursts of anger or aggression or weird moods against me. They would all go away after my round of chemo was over. I would have laughed at her doctor if I had heard her tell my wife that. I never really got upset. I wasn't enjoying the chemo at all, but I didn't take it out on Denise, I'd never do that.
There was a couple times I had to stay overnight at the hospital. My blood count was too low and they wanted to keep an eye on me. I hated those times the most. The hospital food sucked and they wouldn't let me get out of bed. It was on one of these occasions when everything went crazy. I usually called Denise to come get me once they said I could go home, but for some reason I wanted to surprise her this time.
I got out about two hours early and took a cab back to our house. I silently let myself in but didn't see Denise. Her car was in the driveway, so I knew she was probably home. I softly walked down the hallway thinking I would surprise her. I stopped when I started hearing some strange noises coming from our den. I softly walked to the half closed door and was about to jump into the room and say SURPRISE really loud.
Just as I peeked around the door my entire body just froze in place. I was looking at my wife, but I couldn't believe what she was doing. She was completely naked and she had her legs spread wide open and up on the desk. What I didn't understand was why she was typing. Then I saw the camera pointing down at her body. It took me five seconds at the most to realize what she was doing.
My wife was web-camming naked with someone else out there on the internet. It was like a 50 pound sledge hammer had fell down on my head. I felt so bad mentally thinking about it, I just about felt like I was going to get sick again.
I was so upset I just silently walked back down the hallway and disappeared out the front door. I started to walk down the street now, knowing my wife was showing her body off to other guys on the internet. How do you take something like that? I had always thought she was afraid to even be seen out in a mini dress, yet she was allowingstrange guys to see her completely nude. It just didn't make sense to me. Why was she doing this?
I felt totally betrayed, especially with what I was going through at the hospital. I started to get mad, very mad. How could Denise do something like this to me? I started wondering just how long she had been doing this behind my back. I thought a lot about how much I hated being in the hospital overnight and the chances were she was probably web-camming the entire time I was gone.
The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I walked about a mile, I went into the first bar I passed and started to drink the hard stuff. My cell phone went off twice and I knew who it was. I wasn't about to answer it. I drank until I was drunk and then I drank some more. They told me not to drink while I was on the potent chemo drugs, but at this point I just didn't care what happened anymore.
I walked myself home about five in the afternoon. I was so drunk and so pissed it wasn't funny. The second I opened the door, Denise came running into my arms and told me she had been worried sick about me. I pushed her away and told her to leave me alone. The look on her face made her seem like she was really worried about me, I knew better.
She really didn't understand what had gotten into me as I pushed my way past her. She kept following me around and asking me what was wrong. I told her she had better leave me alone or else I wouldn't take any responsibility for whatever happened next. She didn't take the hint. She kept asking me what happened to put me in this nasty mood. She asked me if I had a bad time at the hospital last night. Once she said that I just totally lost it. She should have just left me alone for awhile until I sobered up and calmed down.
I got up and grabbed Denise rather firmly. She didn't know what was up until I turned her body over and dropped her over my legs. In less then five seconds I lifted my hand and started to slap her ass just as hard as I could. I knew I'd never actually slap her or hit her, but a hard spanking didn't seem like it was uncalled for after what she did behind my back.
