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.
Denise tried to get up and she started to put up a pretty good fight. She screamed at me to stop. I was so upset all I could think about was her showing off her body to strange men as I sat in the doctors office getting those nasty drugs pumped into my body. The more I thought about it the harder I tried to spank my wife. I never said a word. Denise screamed and kicked, but I didn't do anything but spank her about as hard as I could.
She had a thin pair of slacks on, but I don't think they protected her butt all that much. Even as my hand started to sting, I kept on slapping her ass with all the might I could. I really started to feel good about it. I wasn't speaking out loud, but deep down inside I was telling Denise how much she deserved everything she was getting and probably more.
She fought for a good five minutes. My hand felt like it was on fire. I moved her around a little and started to slap her with my other hand. I heard her start crying really loud as she begged me to stop. She kept asking me what was wrong as I laid into her ass with as much energy as I could muster. DAMN, it made me feel good. I let out all my frustrations and my wife's poor ass took the brunt of it. I'm sure I kept it up-a little longer then I should of, but it was the first thing in over a month that actually made me feel better.
I really can't say how long I spanked Denise. She didn't have a clue why I was doing this to her but she finally broke down and asked me what she could do to make this stop. I was actually getting tired, but I didn't want her punishment to stop. I slapped her hard a couple more times and pushed her up.
For the first time I could see how red her eyes were. Her face was covered in tears and the look she gave me was like a lost puppy in a cage at the pound. I grabbed her by the arm and took her into our bedroom. I didn't know what I was going to do. I had never been this angry ever. Then I saw one of her tiny outfits hanging in the closet.
I sat her on the side of the bed and dared her to move. She put her head into her hands and just cried louder as I walked over to her closet and pulled out a little tiny plaid skirt and a small pullover top. It was one of our SEX outfits that she would wear for me at home when I asked her to.
I yanked her up and roughly undressed her. The entire time she was crying and asking me what she did to deserve all this. I wasn't going to give her the pleasure of knowing that I knew about everything she did in front of the computer while I was gone. She saw the tiny little outfit and looked me right in the face as she asked me again why I was doing this to her.
I just screamed at her, "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! YOU DESERVE THIS AND FROM NOW ON, DON'T EVER TRY TO SAY YOU WON'T DO SOMETHING FOR ME WHEN I ASK YOU TO! THOSE DAYS ARE GONE FOREVER!"
I stripped my cute wife completely nude then slipped the tiny top and skirt onto her body. I sat her down as she kept crying and I walked over and brought back a tall three inch pair of heels that matched the top perfectly.
