He rose from the couch so quickly that he was standing over her before she even realized he was up. He grabbed her shoulders ant pulled her to her feet. His eyes glared into hers. Only a couple of inches separated them.
"Don't bullshit me, Heather, I've had enough of the bullshit. More than enough!"
She was terrified. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't decide whether it would be better to confess or to continue antagonizing him with lies.
Suddenly Tom reached down and began tearing her clothes from her body.
"Tom! What are you doing?! Stop! You're ruining my dress!"
"You can buy another one. I just want to see my wife naked for a change. Why should I be the only one left out? Don't tell me you haven't been up to some hanky-panky, Heather, because I don't believe you. I know how much you love to fuck. And I know you haven't tried to fuck me for weeks. You can't tell me you've suddenly decided to become a nun. Because I just won't go for it. There now! That's better!"
She stood trembling before him, naked except for her garter and stockings and high heels. He had torn off both her dress and her flimsy lace bra.
"What'sa matter, Heather? Too hot outside for panties? Or do you just get a kick out of going around with your twat hanging out?"
"I… I just don't like wearing them, that's all!"
The terror was building. He was fingering her pussy! Would he guess…
"Jee-zuz, that's a hot twat you've got there, baby! What were you doing? Playing with yourself on the way home? Fuck, your cunt's wetter than a swamp after a rainstorm!"
He raised to his nose the hand that had been fingering her cunt. He looked deep into her eyes, his own eyes blazing with conviction.
"Shit, baby, I'd known that sweet aroma anywhere! Who have you been fucking? Tell me!"
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. In her fear and confusion, Heather could think of only one course of action. She would have to come clean, tell him the truth. He wouldn't like it, but maybe he would at least let up on her once he knew everything.
"I've been meeting… some people… after work, Tom. They're nothing special to me. I just needed to make love to somebody… and you don't seem interested."
He flung her hard down onto the couch, as though be could not stand to touch her any longer. "Jee-zuz Christ, woman! How was I supposed to get interested in someone who acted as though I was the shittiest lover in the world? You treated me like dirt, Heather, every time we made love. You made it very clear I wasn't enough for you."
"But, Tom!" she cried in exasperation. "It wasn't enough! I needed more!"