Hubris

Vicky elected to walk a path so many others had. She had it all - a wonderful, kind, lovingly devoted husband of twenty years, a great circle of friends, a son and daughter now in college and excelling in their course work. Her husband earned a high seven figures a year, and she, herself, earned over to six figures a year. They had a beautiful home and an exciting, affectionate, stress-free loving family.
Vicky wanted more... just a bit more, and just for the hell of it. Just because she could. And why not? She well knew her husband would be upset, and she also knew she could manage her husband’s anguish. She had it all worked out, every angle examined and fool-proofed. Her husband... the gentle, loving man that he was... would have an initial conniption fit, and she would counter his anger with the plan-within-the-plan. The scales would balance and all would be as it should be.
Vicky was a smart woman and an exceptional negotiator. She knew she could manage this little hiccup in her wondrous world with her eyes closed.
Hubris being what it is, she thought of her husband as a cuddly little puppy in her lap. A few gentle words, a gentle petting, and a gentle pull on his tail...
Brad is no puppy, though. That tail she intends to pull is a tiger’s tail, and this tiger doesn’t care for having its tail pulled.
Only a fool yanks a tiger’s tail.

There is NO sex in this story!!

This story is intended for those 18+ and contains some mild offensive language.