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A Cops Revenge Part 3

A Cops Revenge Part 3

No, Ty," he said, shaking his head vigorously. It was not that many I swear to God!

Oh, I am sure it was at least that many, Marty! Again, don't forget that I have all of your text messages!

Fine, Marty said, trying to be defiant. If you think...kicking my ass... will make up for it then you've got me here. Just finish what you started!
Just...get it...over with!"

"Oh, you mean, you want me to just beat you within an inch of your worthless, fucking life right here and right now? All in one shot?"

Yes! I am never coming back here anyway!

It really does not matter whether you come back here or not, Marty. I owe you and I owe you BIG TIME! I am going to get my pound of flesh from you, one way or the other.

As a matter of fact, twenty-seven ass kicking’s will probably take a long time. Just to be generous, I will lower the amount to just two per day for a total of eighteen. That is because I'm a nice guy, Marty!

Marty just looked away from me in despair and shame. Gone was the flamboyant businessman who was full of brio and bravado just a short while ago as he was about to plunge his cock into the married pussy of the wife of his so-called friend.

Another thing, Marty, I said coldly, "you're never going to know when I'm going to show up and kick your ass. I did not know anything about you showing up in Red River Falls to fuck my wife. So, you're never going to know when I might show up in whatever town you happen to be in to beat your fucking ass!

That got his attention. Marty just looked at me with shock on his face and I could see him gulp in fear.

You're never goanna know when, you're never goanna know where, you're never goanna know how. But I will find you, Marty. Make no mistake about it. I will find you and I will beat the shit out of you. And I am going to do this eighteen times. And, if you want to try and fix things with Marsha and your kids, you're going to just suck it up and take it like a man. Don't worry, though. I'm not going to cripple you. You still have a family to provide for. But make no mistake; you will get hurt and you will get the message. Understand?

Marty just sat there and nodded.

Now get your bloody, worthless, cheating ass out of my house! And I should warn you,

Marty, if I find out in any way, shape, or form that you took this beating out on Marsha,

I will come find you and I will kill you, Marty. I will bury your body with a shovel, and I will bury the fucking shovel!

The only things that will even care that you're gone are the worms that will feast upon your miserable, rotting corpse! Do I make myself clear?"

What...is there...to stop me...from going to the cops...and telling them...what you did to me...Terry?

I can only say that would be a grave mistake, Marty. And I do mean GRAVE I happen to be a police officer and most cops I know don't take kindly to the men who cheat with the wives of police officers. Those assholes rank right up there with the fucking douche bags who cheat with the wives of military men who are overseas stuck in the shit fighting for our freedom. I can only say that that would end very badly for you, Marty!
Marty just looked at me. Then he cast one more glance towards Liza as she sat, still petrified, and crying softly, on the stairs. Then he opened the front door, leaving a bloody handprint on the knob and hobbled his way to his Lexus. A couple minutes later, the engine came to life, and he drove off. It would not be the last time I'd see him, however.

I turned and sauntered over towards the stairs where Liza sat.

Oh, Terry, she sobbed. What's going to happen to us? I'm so sorry, she sobbed. Can't you please forgive me?

What's going to happen to us? I'll tell you what's going to happen to us. Nothing is going to happen to us...for the time being.

Liza seemed to perk up a bit when I said that.

However, I continued, there are going to be some consequences and some stipulations laid down that you're going to have to follow. And they are going to be consequences and stipulations that you're not going to find very palatable. But if you want to even have a prayer of saving our marriage, you will follow them. Do you understand?

Liza eagerly nodded her head and wiped her eyes.

First of all, I want to thank you for being so stubborn in your refusal to ever have children. I can only imagine how devastating this would have been if we had a family.

I know, Liza said. I guess I'm grateful for that, too.

Secondly, I continued it would seem that your proclivities involved a lot more adventure with Marty than you ever have with me; so many things that you did with and for Marty that you never did for me.

I'm sorry, Terry, she said, hanging her head and sobbing again. I'm so, so, sorry. I'll do anything you want, Terry! I swear! Anything! Just ask!

First of all you're going to schedule an appointment with the clinic and get an STD test. I have no idea what Marty has and neither do you. If he is fucking you on his business trips, more than likely he is fucking other women on business trips, too. Obviously, you are never to see or correspond with him in any way, shape or form.

Liza looked up in surprise and shock. She had not considered that little detail. Funny how many 'other women' and 'other men' think that they are the only ones their affair partner is cheating with.

Secondly, and this is the part that will be hard for you, I think it is only fair that since you denied me and went after your own satisfaction for the last three years that I now deny you and go after my own satisfaction.

Marty, what did you just call Marty why yes sorry Terry what do you mean? I just told you that I promise to deny you nothing! I'll do anything you ask! I swear it! she pleaded.

That's not the point. It is the denial and the cheating and the secrecy. You got to go out and have your fun. Now I want to have some of my own and, as a test of your resolve to save our marriage, YOU will be the one to help make that happen!

Me? What would you want me to do?

You, Liza, will seek out women for me. You will do whatever you have to find them and arrange for them to meet me. You will explain to them that I have your full blessing to do anything with them that they and I want to do and I will do anything with them that I want to and anything that we can think of. And when my dates with them are over I will come home with the taste of their mouths, their pussies and their asses on my lips and
I will be sure to kiss you deeply and passionately...before brushing my teeth!

No! No, Terry, she said, shaking her head furiously. I will not, do it! You cannot make me do it! I will not share you with another woman!

Yes, you will do it. Or I will share with the entire city of Red River Falls how you, the wife of a dedicated police officer, cheated with malice aforethought REPEATEDLY on your dutiful and selfless-serving husband. I will make public every text message and piece of correspondence between you and Marty. I will make you a PARIAH in this town or whatever town you choose to crawl to if you leave me and Red River Falls. I will make sure the stench of your affair with Marty follows you around like a dam fart in a car! Do
I make myself clear?

Liza just sat there on the stairs - cowering, afraid and sobbing. Finally, she nodded her head yes.

Good. Now get upstairs and take off that dam lingerie and get your ass to bed. I'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom indefinitely.

Liza slowly and gingerly did as I instructed. She took off the lingerie, grabbed her bathrobe and slowly walked towards the master bath while I took off my uniform and prepared to move some of my things to the guest room. She purposefully did not put on her robe as she walked by me as she knew I would admire her body, as I always have during our marriage. As she walked by me, sniffling, I could not help but stare at her ass. I had always been in love with my wife's ass. Suddenly, a pang of anger came over me and I reached out and slapped her hard on her right ass cheek.

She let out a high-pitched yelp as I did so. "What was that for?" she asked, afraid and clutching her bathrobe.

Just a quick question. The entire time we have been married, your ass has been off-limits to me. Was your ass off limits to Marty, too?

Yes, it was, Terry. I swear. Marty tried to put a finger in there once, but I made him quit.
I did not like it and it felt dirty. He licked me there a couple of times, which was okay.
But we never had anal sex if that is what you're asking.

That is what I am asking and, for some strange reason I actually believe you. But I may make you prove it with a polygraph test someday soon. So, I guess if we ever get to the point where our marriage is healed enough for us to have sex again, maybe we have some virgin territory to start from. It could be something to prove that you love me and are serious about making our marriage work.

I am serious, Terry, she said, putting the robe on the bed. I am dead serious! And, if you want me to prove it to you, then you can stick that big dick of yours up my ass right this very minute!

I stood there looking at her. It was a tempting offer. But as mad as I was right then and there with everything that had happened that night, it was a bad idea. I would have just ripped her cherry ass apart.

Go take your shower, Liza. Our marriage is not healed yet, not by a long shot. Take your shower and then get to bed. You have got some work to do tomorrow finding my women.

Liza stood there, disappointed. Then she grabbed her robe, went into the bathroom, and closed the door. I noticed she did not lock it.

To be continued
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