The Break-up Prank: Part Eighteen

The sun sank quickly as Katy headed for home, making it feel like she was driving at midnight and not the early evening hour of five pm. With the adrenaline long worn off, it was no surprise that Katy's eyelids grew heavy like they often did in the midnight hour. A gnawing for sustenance had reared its head as she tended to the small bump on Monica’s head, but now, as her car glided the well-known path to her house, Katy found she was past being hungry – though a nightcap didn’t sound all that bad.

Waiting at a red light, Katy texted her husband and let him know she was on her way home and that if there was anything to drink handy maybe he could have something ready for her. She ignored the question marks she received in response. Besides the light turning green, there was just too much to say over text.

What should I tell him? Katy pondered this question for a long while as she drove, practically on auto-pilot.

It might be fun to put a little scare into him and tell him, all breathlessly, how she was threatened by this jerk of a man as she was leaving the school, how he’d taken a swing at her and almost knocked her block off. Katy imagined her husband’s eyes going wide with fear and concern, wishing he – a big, strong man – was there to defend her. She smiled to herself as she saw the worry in his eyes melt into confusion when she revealed how she’d eluded the blow before they seared with shock as she confessed to the way she’d kneed him so hard in the balls that it was he who’d been knocked out instead of her. Would he take the man’s side, his immediate reaction to grimace in empathy? Or would he concede and join Team Femme Fatale, admiring his wife’s decisive actions while affirming her prowess with an ‘atta girl!’? So many men squirmed inside when they hear about how strong a woman can be, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and inadequate – or crying unfair when a kick to the babymakers was involved, and Katy wondered if John was one of these men. Maybe he would surprise her and take unfettered pride in her display of feminine power, not at all intimidated by what she’d done.

If he looked at her squeamishly, it might be fun to go into gory details about what the girls’ had done all day – to really make him wish he was anywhere but in her presence as she pantomimed their swift kicks, crunching knees and hard-driving uppercuts. Katy chuckled in the silence of her car, imagining his face paling in horror.

On the other hand, if he showed his support for her, it might be exciting to rehash the events with him over a drink. Maybe he would be glad to hear how the girls had turned the stupid prank on its head and how the indelicate and thoughtless boys were left in agony, nursing their bruised and swollen balls after their young, sexy girlfriends appropriately busted them.

Katy’s chuckle suddenly caught in her throat as she remembered how clueless her husband had seemed that morning when she intimated what the girls might do. He had been so stunned that now it made Katy realize he was probably the type of guy who would feel emasculated just hearing about all the testicular travesties.

As she pulled into the driveway, Katy sighed. Regardless of John’s reaction, there was just so much to recount that Katy wished she could just sneak in the back door and slip into their bedroom and leave the tale for another day. Even though she was excited by the prospect of relating everything in full, Katy recognized it could wait. Maybe it might be nice to save it for tomorrow. It would give her another chance to relive the emotions all over again.

Unfortunately the screen door around back was locked and Katy didn’t have a key. So much for sneaking in. She walked around the front of the house carefully, trying not to catch the thick spike of her heel on the uneven walkway.

“Hey Hon,” John called out when he heard the front door click shut.

Katy tossed her purse aside and walked through the living room. When she turned the corner into the kitchen she found her husband lounging against the island, his white dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing portion of his sculpted chest. He was wearing the soft chinos that made the bulge between his legs look deliciously big and it didn’t hurt that he had his hips thrust forward provactively. She sighed as he slid a half-full wine glass toward her. Perhaps he was just doing it to be nice after receiving her message, but Katy sensed an ulterior motive, especially the way he was eying her body in that dress. Her husband had clearly misinterpreted her text. He was hoping to get it on, the horny bastard. Well, she thought, with him looking all sexy-like, I really should want to ride that big dick of his.

The truth was, though, that exhaustion flooded Katy, every ounce of energy damn near spent. Still, with what remained, she picked up the glass and drained half of it in one go after briefly raising it in a wordless toast. Her husband smiled in return as his eyes gleamed expectantly back at her. Almost instantly, as the wine drained down her throat, Katy’s body perked up and she felt a some of her earlier vivacity return. As her husband sidled over to her, gazing longingly at her full, dark, wine-stained lips, Katy flashed him a sultry smile. He reached out his arms to pull her into a deep kiss. Katy could almost taste him and feel his lips tugging hers, his tongue softly exploring her mouth. She sighed at the pleasure that she would miss. A girl only had so much energy.

Instead of kissing him, Katy favored her husband with a weary grin as she swung her glossy high heel up into his groin. It was the perfect way to burn up the last bit of energy she had left, Katy thought as she kicked her unsuspecting husband square in the balls – hard enough to end his night. As he took a wonderful little shocked and pain-filled bow before curling up on the kitchen tile, Katy chuckled and turned, striding bone-tired but blissfully contented, off to bed.

The End.

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