Your bully and your wife

You are Dylan Smith, a happily married man in his late twenties living in the suburbs with your beautiful wife Katie. You’d been married for about a year and a half and things had been really good ever since you’d moved into your new suburban home together. You’d first met Katie during the later years of college, but your romance had only really blossomed after you’d ended up living in the same area after graduation. You’d both been friends taking on a new city together, and your relationship had grown as you’d spent more and more time together. Katie had dark brown silky hair that was almost black which fell all the way down to her chest, fair pale skin, and pretty hazel eyes. While her breasts were only perky B-cups, she had a very round and shapely ass which other men were constantly checking out. If she wore tight jeans, strangers would turn their heads as she walked past. When she wore a swimsuit, other men were practically drooling when they passed by your gorgeous wife.

It had been more than a year now since the beautiful wedding ceremony you’d shared, and your tropical honeymoon, after which you’d moved into your current suburban home. While things were mostly peaceful between the two of you, there was one small point of disagreement: Katie wanted to have kids soon, but you felt that you were too busy with work, so the timing wasn’t right. Things were tumultuous in your workplace, and you wanted to be sure you had more security before you settled definitively on your future plans. For that reason you’d always insisted on protection and being safe. She’d pout at this but generally wouldn’t press the issue, though she would still bring it up occasionally. Even still, you had no complaints in terms of your sex life. Katie had a very active libido and this became especially obvious whenever she drank. She especially liked to try to tempt you towards sex whenever she thought you didn’t have a condom on you, or when she thought you might not think to put one on. So far you’d remained one step ahead, but her baby fever was fairly obvious to you.

Today you were on the way home from the grocery store when you saw that a house on your street which had a “For Sale” sign outside for months now had finally sold. There were movers out in the front yard, and you saw a man who seemed to be directing them. He was a tall and well-built man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. It took you a moment of thought, but then it hit you. You recognized that person, directing the movers. That was your old high school bully, Brian. Back in high school, he’d been one of the stereotypical jocks. Popular with most of the school, and cruel to the people who were deemed ‘unpopular’. On a few occasions he had beaten you up, and he had even stolen a few of your girlfriends. It was almost as if whenever you’d started a successful relationship, he had felt the need to interject and ruin it. You felt an upwelling of hatred bubbling up inside, but reminded yourself that high school was nearly a decade ago. When you got home, Katie helped you bring in the groceries.

Katie started to grab a few bags of groceries to walk them inside as she turned towards you. Asking a question which normally would’ve been very mundane:

“An uneventful trip, I assume?” She asked.

As she started to carry a few of the grocery bags inside.