I tell her to get out of my house

“What I want you to do is pack a few things and get the fuck out of my house. My attorney will be in touch with you to get you out of my life you lying, cheating, piece of shit slut.”

She burst into tears again at this point and tried to appeal to a sense of fairness that did not exist within me at that moment. “Steve, please be reasonable. Can’t we talk about this” Isn’t there some other way” I will do anything, anything that you ask.”

She had let the sheets fall from her shoulders as she said this, and her big firm tits were handing there, her stiff pink nipples just waiting for me to suck. I had her good, I could make her do anything at this point and she would do it. I had total control over her. A wicked plan entered my mind, a plan that would require putting off the pleasure of the present for a greater pleasure in the future. I smiled as the wicked thoughts filled my head. My wife mistook this as encouragement that she was getting through to me.

She smiled back at me and crawled over towards me, her naked body drawing at my mind and resolve as she said, “You know I could suck you off right now and then we could get in the hot tub and fuck. I know how much you like to fuck in the tub. I’ll even masturbate on the jets for you. I know it turns you on when I get myself off.”

She was close to me now and she could see the obvious bulge in my slacks from the huge erection she had given me. She was a sexy woman, and the woman I desired more than anything else in the world, but she needed a hard lesson, a lesson that she would never, ever forget again in her life, in our life. I said to her, “You really are nothing, but a big slut isn’t you. You think sex will get you out of this” Well think again, I don’t want your cunt, or mouth on me. You just had another man’s cock filling your cunt not 10 minutes ago and you're ready to spread your legs for me, I don’t think so. Now get the fuck out of my house in 10 minutes, or I will have security remove you.”

Then I went out of the bedroom and into my den and locked the door. I proceeded to cancel her off all the bank accounts and credit cards that she was privileged to and left her with nothing. She came to the door a few minutes after I got into the den and I could hear her pleading with me to open the door and be reasonable. At least 10 minutes had passed so I called Andy, my head of security and told him to instruct his boys at the gate that Mrs. Williams would not be allowed access to the estate anymore and that she needed to be removed at once. Andy is no dummy and did not even ask why. He just said, “yes sir” and we hung up.

A few minutes later I heard her start yelling, “Get your fucking hands off me. What the fuck are you doing, I live here.”

The guards for their part were polite but got her the hell out. She was still screaming when they dropped her off outside the gate. I watched the whole thing via the security cameras. She must have had some cash because a taxi showed up a short while later.