Chapter 6
Sara
Damn! Jack is going to be so pissed. It is well after dark and Chip and I are just now on our way back to the campsite. Chip fucked me relentlessly all morning and afternoon till we finally passed out exhausted.
I hate to admit it, but I think this is exactly what Chip had planned. I have never seen a man who revels in fucking his brother over as much as Chip does. I am beginning to believe that it is Chips agenda to break up my marriage with Jack.
I feel quickly concerned when we get back to the campground and it is completely pitch dark with no lights on. My stomach does a flip flop when I see that Jack’s Buss is no longer in the campground. “Oh fuck! What did we do?” I gasped.
“Don’t get your panties in a wad. They probably got tired of waiting for dinner and decided to run into Leavenworth themselves,” Chip suggested in his self-assured arrogant way.
It wasn’t until we got out of the jeep that Chip noticed that both of the wheels were flat on this side of the RV in the light from the head lights of the jeep.
“Son of a bitch! What the fuck?” Chip yelled as he ran around to the back side of the RV.
“MOTHERFUCKER LET THE AIR OUT OF ALL 4 FUCKING TIRES,” Chip screamed.
Now I have a softball sized ball of tension in my gut as I realize that Jack has probably figured out what is going on with me and Chip. This has just always been a fun diversion for me. I never meant for this to cost me my marriage. Have I lost my marriage?”
I feel sick to my stomach when I see all my luggage laying in the dirt in front of the RV after Chip turns on the lights inside and around the outside of the RV. I quickly run to the bushes and vomit.
I have tears rolling down my cheeks as I climb up into Chip’s RV. The first thing I see is two bottles of alcohol on the kitchen table with a small bottle that is labeled as Rohypnol. That must be what Chip gave Jack and Jessica last night. There is a note on the table. Just two words
FUCK YOU!
I run to the kitchen sink and throw up again. Retching till there is nothing left in my stomach. Oh gawd! I never meant for things to go this wrong. Deep in my heart, I feel sick for what I have done to my marriage. I feel deeply ashamed that I even considered getting pregnant by Chip.
I ran down to the edge of the lake and sobbed from deep in my heart.
Jack did not deserve this. He was 100% right about his brother taking me as a way to cuckold him and prove his superiority over him.
I was just a pawn in Chip’s sick game. “Oh come on baby. That wimp is not worth crying over,” Chips said as he approached me.
“Jack has always been a wimp! I have always been his superior all his life,” Chip told me with a sick chuckle. “Yeah, I bet you were a big man when you beat up on him when he was five years old and you were ten. Or when he was ten and you were fifteen. Quite the man…aren’t you,” I hissed.
“Look, this is all just water under the bridge now,” Chip said derisively. “You belong to me now and he can keep that cow he took with him,” Chip announced. “Now let’s cook these steaks and have some dinner,” he said. “A little celebration for you and me,” he added.
“Look. You are probably right that Jack is going to dump my ass. But I wouldn’t live with you now if you were the only man on earth,” I hissed.
“Oh come on sweetheart. This was where we were headed all along. I realized years ago that I married the wrong woman. The sex with you has been off the charts every time we were together,” Chip told me.
“That is just sex Chip! I have never loved you the way I have loved Jack,” I told Chip.
“Well, now that Jack is out of the way, you are free to give that love to me now,” Chip suggested.
“It will be so hot when there are family get- togethers and you will be my wife now and not his!” Chip announced.
“You are mine from now on,” he told me as we ate our dinner. “I’ve lost my appetite,” I snarled as I pushed my half eaten dinner away from me. “You make me sick!”
Chip
I make a big production of popping the cork on a new bottle of wine after dinner. Sara has no clue that I have already poured some Rohypnol into the glass I am filling for her. “Here, drink some of this. It will help calm you down,” I suggest as I hand her the glass.
Sara eyes me suspiciously as I fill my glass too. After I clink my glass against hers and then swallow down half of my glass of wine, she finally tips her glass and takes a sip.
Twenty minutes later, I have Sara stripped naked and on the bed. When she wakes up in the morning there will be no doubt who she belongs to ever again. She will find that she is my cum dump and I will have her any damn time I please.