The Argument

Your anger grows steadily as her confessions grow bolder and bolder. Your displeasure transfers to your hand and you start spanking her harder. Her ass makes a meaty thwock every time your palm connects and her moans start becoming little screams of pain. Soon her ass is a flaming red as you give up all pretence and unload your anger on it.

“Mark! What the fuck?” Karen finally protests as she rolls off of you. She tries to stand up but the combination of your beating and her drunkenness leave her crawling on the floor. “That really hurt,” she continues and you can see a small trail of tears from her eyes due to the pain.

“How many?” you finally make yourself ask. Your tone stops her dead in her tracks and you see a slight flicker of fear in her eyes.

“How many what? Babe... you’re scaring me.”

“How many boys did you fuck in England?”

Her expression is blank for a moment, and then she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “You saw the folder,” she says, her voice quavering slightly. It was not a question.

You had expected Karen to be submissive and apologetic. Instead all she gives you is a look of resignation. Your anger boils over and you cannot control yourself anymore.

“I’ve been dating A FUCKING WHORE!” you scream at her. She flinches at your tone and instinctively crouches slightly. You feel a surge of satisfaction at her reaction. Good, you think, this bitch needs to be repentant. She opens her mouth to reply but you cut her off immediately. “You not only spread your legs like some fucking tramp but you call your fuckbuddies over for a visit as well? Next thing you’re going to tell me that you’ve been sleeping with your boss and enjoying giving me his sloppy seconds. Why else would dress like some ten dollar whore whenever you get the chance?” Karen breaks down completely and starts crying, her docility sending another surge of satisfaction as it empowers you to continue on.

You rant at her for almost an hour. Karen tries to calm you down, desperately trying to make you understand that she was not the same person in the photos anymore. She crawls up to you her knees, begging and pleading you to forgive her, swearing over and over again that she hasn’t cheated on you, promising to stop being friends with Sarah and Jakob. Instead of being mollified, her submission just fuels your rage further until you roughly shove her aside and leave the apartment for a walk.

You return hours later to find her still on her knees, waiting for you to return. You walk past her without a word and enter the bedroom... and lock the door behind you. As you undress to sleep, you can hear her sobbing quietly on the other side of the door, before she finally makes her way to the guest room.

The next day, Karen tries to explain the photos again: she and Sarah had been pretty wild during their undergraduate days, but she had toned down completely after graduation. She had focused only on one relationship at a time after that and had never even thought of cheating on you. Occasionally when she was horny, she would open the folder and relive some memories from her past; it had never gone beyond that. You replied in disinterested grunts interspaced by some sharp, verbal taunts.

{if $KateLetch == 1}Never thought of cheating on me, huh?” you had said, disbelievingly. “As if you didn’t eye Robert every time you met him."

She had shown a flash of anger then. “What about Kate? You think I didn’t know about you checking them out too. By your logic, doesn’t that mean you cheated on me as well?” You had merely snorted and looked away, unable to formulate a fitting reply.

{elseif $SarahLetch == 1}Never thought of cheating on me, huh?” you had said, disbelievingly. “As if you didn’t eye Robert every time you met him."

She had shown a flash of anger then. “What about Sarah? You think I didn’t know about you checking them out too. By your logic, doesn’t that mean you cheated on me as well?” You had merely snorted and looked away, unable to formulate a fitting reply.

{elseif $MeganLetch == 1}Never thought of cheating on me, huh?” you had said, disbelievingly. “As if you didn’t eye Robert every time you met him."

She had shown a flash of anger then. “What about Megan? You think I didn’t know about you checking them out too. By your logic, doesn’t that mean you cheated on me as well?” You had merely snorted and looked away, unable to formulate a fitting reply.

{endif}The two of you spent that night apart as well.

The third day, Karen looked at your unchanged expression and said, “You are the love of my life, ... and I’ve lost you. We’re never going to get back to where we were, are we?” You notice the overnight bag only when she picks it up. “I’m going to stay with a friend, so don’t worry about me. Once I get another place, I’ll have someone move my stuff over.” She opens the door and gives you one last look, full of love and sadness. “I wish you all the best, darling. I hope you find someone who makes you happier than I did. Goodbye.” And just like that she was out of your life.

Her friends came to move her stuff out a week later. She never came with them, and they refused to tell you anything about her.