Absolutely Horrible Wife

This story is for the APRIL FOOLS 2026 contest

It is a tale of a lifelong deception perpetrated by a wife on her husband.

!!! WARNING!!!

The wife in this story may well be the most vile, evil wife in all of Literotica.

She is the epitome of deceit, manipulation, and lying.

You, reader, will all but certainly be offended. We all should be.

So if the story offends you into a rage remember: this is just a story, Fiction. An imagination of a situation.

And in no way whatsoever does this story convey the true sentiments of the author.

The story: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I hope, I pray, if there is a God, that he or she kills me tonight. Right here. Right now.

You want one of the all-time greatest love stories in the history of love stories? About a love that lasted a lifetime? Well, almost a lifetime. If so maybe the Romance category will have a good HEA [Happily Ever After] story for you.

You want a love story that features the most evil, malevolent creature, human or non-human, of all time? Here it is.

It's the story of my life. It's the story of my wife.

Let me introduce her to you.

My loving wife, and I say that with supreme hatred, is Connie. She is sixty-five years old to my seventy-three. Connie looks great. Beautiful. Sexy. You know how sometimes you see a famous actress or model that looks absolutely stunning in her sixties, or even seventies? And I mean beautiful, as in fuckable, as in any guy with a dick would gladly pound her mound. That is Connie. Strikingly sumptuous at sixty-five.

Let me tell our story, The story of a true Hellion. A vile miscreant monster.

She never looked the part, like a monster. She was really very beautiful, very friendly. We met in our twenties. I was a manager in a small marketing firm and she was a software representative just out of university. We were instantly attracted each to each and became exclusive. A couple. A happy couple. A couple that would love each other for a lifetime.

We bought a middle-class home and prepared for our future, We skimped on some things and splurged on others.

We never had any kids. That was due to Nun-a-yor, as in Nun-a-yor business.

We wed after a year of dating. We were both pleased with ourselves, pleased with each other, and pleased with our relationship as husband and wife. We did everything together: movies, social gatherings, concerts, museums, quiet times alone, boisterous times with others.

We enjoyed looking at each other, touching each other. Our sex not only mirrored our love, it exceeded it. We were both wild in bed. We both held nothing back. We tried everything at least once. If we liked it we did it often. And we did a lot of sexual things often.

We seldom argued, never bitterly fought. We were at best almost always happy, at worst just keeping an even keel. A steady gait. I trusted her completely as she trusted me. If anything did occur that was out of sorts, I chalked it up to life and its chaotic nature. Nothing more.

Nearing our fifties we focused on our impending retirement. We had a decent nest egg. We had lived amply but really it was more frugally. We knew the importance of having money set aside when we would really need it.

That time came soon enough.

In my late sixties I began to slow down. I wasn't as active. But she didn't slow down at all; instead she spent more time with our friends and away from our house. She still acted as my faithful partner. And I felt guilty expecting her to miss out on enjoyment because of me.

When I hit seventy I got a debilitating cancer.

The cancer quickly altered our circumstances. I required care, more care than Connie could provide.

We sold our home and moved into an assisted living facility. Both of us together. Connie was such a loving wife. Or so I thought.

The facility was somewhat austere. But it was lush enough to have fun social activities, good meals, and sports to keep us healthy. Our living quarters were like a nice apartment. We figured our money would last longer if we started off cheap.

At first Connie and I did a lot of things together. Then she began spending less and less time with me, even though I told her I was willing and able to do more.

Some days I barely saw her. Then I began to see her with other residents, then alone with other men.

Some nights she came to bed late. One night she didn't come home at all.

The next day all Hell broke loose.

My loving wife Connie had vanished. A terrible abomination took her place.

I asked her where she had been all night. Was she alright?

"I'm fine." she answered. "Better than I've been in a while. I got fucked like a porn star all night by a real man."

What? I was stupefied.

"Senex, it's way time I told you the truth. I've always considered you an 'almost' man. Almost financially able. Almost attractive. Almost physically fit. Almost fun. Almost a good husband.

"Almost worth staying with.

"You foosh. You buffoon. I don't know which of us was the bigger idiot. No, I do know: You were the great dunce.

"All these years I fooled you, you dumb-ass. I did love you, at first, a little. But I was younger, better looking, more eager for life, and more ambitious than you.

"You were my ticket to a comfortable life, even though the path to financial reward would be ungodly slow. I was willing to put on a loving wife's fake front for you because you were so easy to fool.

"I had my first dalliance five years after our marriage. I wasn't a wild, wanton whore. What I did was have a lover at least every few years because I could, and because I wanted to. And because I knew I could get away with it. Well, maybe I wasn't wild, but I was a whore. A few times I thought you might catch on. Catch me cheating. But you were, I guess, blinded by love. Fooled by trust.

You were so easy to deceive all these years. So gullible.

I guess I loved -- no -- tolerated you all this time. I didn't love you, or any of the men I cheated with. I used you all.

"When you started feeling unwell, I started smelling money. It's hard to smell anything good in this hellhole you put us in. But at least here I've met some interesting men who have some moolah, money they are giving me hand over fist for my attention. Paying for my 'love'.

"I'm glad we are having this fight now because I will be leaving you within the week. You'll be cared for. I'm not that mean.

"And by the way, I've already transferred almost all the money from our joint accounts to my personal account. There's another 'almost' for you: you are almost bankrupt.

"Whew! I've said a lot!" she huffed.

What on god's good earth could I say to that?

"Oh, and I've terminated your mobile phone." she snickered. "You don't have internet access anymore. Wow, it's going to be real difficult to try to straighten things out. But you'll be bedridden soon. Any financial or marital problems will be the least of your concerns.

"Here's my future plan, if I may brag a little. I'm vacating this dump and will use all the money I have and buy my way into one of those really nice retirement places. A really top-notch one. I'll have people serving me. I'll be living a life of luxury. And I'll have my pick of manly companionship with males as rich or richer than I. I can't wait!

"Hey, Micheal is waiting for me. He's got real rizz. I'll see you whenever. If ever. Probably never."

And she left the room.

What on earth is rizz? Jizz?

I felt nothing.

I cannot describe the feeling of absolute, overwhelming emptiness.

Here I was, at the very very end of my life. I had no future, not in terms of time or anything else.

I could lie in bed and die. Alone.

The rest of the day I was like a zombie. My heart ached, and I don't mean ached as in love-ache, as in broken-hearted, I mean heart ache as in real physical pain.

When I did go to bed for the night I knew something was going on with my body. Something was seriously wrong. Then my chest grew super tight. I could barely draw breath. The pain was tremendous. I was sweating. I feared the end was near, yet I hoped that if I summoned a nurse she could relieve me from the pain and save my life, giving me at least a few more days to live.

"To be, or not to be.... " I love the bard.

I reached for the nurse call button on my bed, but I did not use it. Why stay alive? I asked myself. I'm going to die if I just accept it and do nothing.

That's what I did, I did nothing, and that's what I did, I died.

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS 2026!