Trembling With Fear 09/04/2022

Woman’s Intuition, by Beth Mills

Clifford and I had hit a rough patch in our marriage. He kept saying everythin’ was fine, but a woman knows when somethin’ is off.  We’d been together almost ten years. High school sweethearts! So romantic right? Unfortunately, the luster was beginnin’ to wear off.  He was so distant lately, though he didn’t exactly seem unhappy. A woman knows these things.

So what’s a gal to do when her marriage is on the rocks? Does she give up? No! When your silver starts to fade, you don’t just throw it out. You polish it until it shines again! So, I started workin’ out! I cooked all’a his favorite foods, while I (being a dutiful wife) ate only the bare minimum. I’d never been thinner. I’d never felt better about the way I looked, and so surely this put the spark back in my marriage, right? 

Wrong! Now he just seemed sulkier than ever. Almost like he felt guilty? It seemed strange, but who can understand the whims of men?

Sooo, next I strove to keep the house spotless and clean enough to eat off the kitchen floors! My afternoons were now split between killin’ it with calisthenics and lavin’ it up with Lysol. Even my mother-in-law was impressed! Surely my Cliffy-boo-bear would be so elated and proud of me, he’d run into my open arms and everythin’ would be swell again!

Wrong, wrong! He tried; oh I could tell my Cliff was tryin’. But somethin’ was still wrong! A woman can tell these things! I was at my wit’s end! What else was there to do to make him love me like he used to?

I made sure all’a his shirts was pressed, and all’a his pants was starched just how he liked ‘em! Everything hunky dory again?

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Now, before I tell ya this next part, ya gotta understand: I ain’t like one of those sex deviants like ya hear about on the news. But, ya see I was at the end’a my rope! I didn’t have no other choice here. My Cliffy-Wiffy just wasn’t the same man I married. Somethin’ was seriously wrong! A woman knows these things.

What was I to do? The only thing I could do! It was our anniversary you see, nothin’ wrong with doin’ somethin’ special on the big one-oh anniversary, right? And, you see, I hate to say it but Cliff is kinda like one of those sex perverts you hear about.

So, I planned a whole big evenin’. I put on that dress he likes with the big polka-dots. I made ab-so-lutely all’a his favorite foods (eaten by candle light o’course). Then, finally, I whispered in his ear exactly what I wanted to do to him. 

Boy howdy I never seed my Cliff-Cliff move so fast. He scooped me up, just like it was our honeymoon. He only made it halfway up the stairs before he couldn’t breathe no more and had’ta put me down. That’s okay though, it was still the most romantic he’d been in months. We walked the rest of the way to the bedroom.

It was almost funny how quickly his clothes disappeared. Poof! Harry Blackstone would’a been proud! When I gave him the rope and told him to tie his feet to the bed, he happily obliged. It was like we was kids again, he was suddenly so spry! I made sure he’d got the ropes good and tight, before I gave him the handcuffs (and boy don’t even ask me how hard those were to find!). There he was all tied up with nowhere to go, so I put the on finishing touch, a nice gag, and decided it was time for his special surprise.

And you bet your bottom dollar he was surprised, he was, when I brought out our little playmate for the evening! She was all tied up too, and Cliffy’s eyes about bulged right out when he saw her naked there. His breathing got even faster when I told him what I planned to do next; how he was gonna get to watch us before I gave him his present. Shoot, he was so excited and breathing so hard, I knew I’d have to be quick or Cliff might pop-off a little too early.

I gots ta admit I was mighty nervous. I’d never done another girl before! It was kinda exciting though, I’d forgotten how wet and slippery it could be when done right. She was so tiny and I was shocked I could fit my whole hand inside her. I could tell Cliff liked it too, he was thrashing around and moaning. My fella never did have any patience! She tasted so sweet, I’ll admit I hated to be finished with her, but Cliffity-Wiffity was starting to whimper so I figured I’d better have mercy on the poor fella.

I left her tied up for now (not liked she would mind) and went to Cliff. My poor man was crying with anticipation. I sat down on the bed smoothed his thinnin’ hair down.

“Cliff baby,” I said to him, “Do ya remembuh our wedding vows? What I told ya?”

As the tears and snot ran down his face, I suddenly couldn’t remember what it was about him I’d ever loved to begin with. I took the gag out so he could answer me.

“Oh god!” he whined. “What have you done!?  You crazy b-”

“Ah, ah, ah!” I stuffed his mouth full, cutting him off. “I told you, on the day you promised to be always faithful, that if you ever cheated on me I’d rip her heart out and make you eat it! So how does she taste Clifford!?” I held his mouth and nose shut until he swallowed what was left of his mistress. “Everythin’ I’ve done for you! All those other men I kept out of your way, and that’s how you repay me!?” I made him look at her, all hollowed out now, and he cried and said I was crazy. He’d never cheat on me. Okay, maybe just the once, but it didn’t mean nothin’ and he’d never do it again.

I laughed. He didn’t know I’d already scared off two other women he’d been sleepin’ with. I’d let them off easy with most of their fingers intact, but this! This was the final straw!

“You think I’m just some dumb broad Cliff, you’ve got another thing comin’.” With that I pulled the trash bag over his head and tied it tight. I watched for a long time before he finally stopped kicking and twitching. I made sure to clean up everythin’ I’d touched real good. Then I placed Cliff’s “suicide note” just so on the nightstand.

I know what you’re thinkin’. But it was them or me! They was plottin’ to kill me. A woman knows these things.