I didn’t know what to do when she walked out the door. It was like she was walking out of our marriage.
Just before she left, she kissed me. I didn’t kiss her back. Despite my anger, I felt her care and love. But this was just beyond belief.
I didn’t know who to call. My buddies weren’t going to understand. They would counsel divorce. Dump the cheating bitch. I had already decided that so calling them was pointless.
Rumors would spread.
What wife who loves her husband, like I felt she loved me, went out with another man? On a date?
This was insane.
But the insanity was only just beginning.
She came home less than two hours later, lipstick messed up, and breathing rapidly. She left the front door open.
I scowled. ‘What? Forgot to leave your bra off?’
She ran to me and clutched my shirt. ‘No, it happened like you said. He kissed me and stuck his fingers in me. I’m so wet…’
‘That’s great…’
‘He got so hard and…’
‘I don’t want to hear this.’
‘But we couldn’t do things in the restaurant.’
‘Small wonders never fail.’ I was disgusted.
‘I need to feel him, Enrique. I brought him here.’
I don’t think I could’ve been any more gobsmacked than if I had a pallet of cinder blocks dropped on my head. I blinked many times.
She said, ‘Could you stay in the second bedroom? Just for a couple hours?’
‘You brought him here?’
‘There was nowhere else to go. He’s staying with his parents—’
‘You want to fuck him in our bedroom? On my bed?’ I was flabbergasted.
‘Yes, please. It’s only for a couple hours, at the most.’
I threw up my hands. ‘This is just fucking perfect.’
She jumped on the balls of her feet. ‘Oh, thank you.’ She ran to the door and pulled him in. The man who had been kissing and fingering my wife.
I stared at him, overwhelmed inside over the audacity of my wife.
He was a handsome guy and his features were similar to mine. I could see what had attracted her to him. Or her to me. Was I the replacement for this white version of me? I stood there, open mouthed, brow furrowed, muscles tensed. I supposed I could beat the guy to a pulp, but he was the same size as me and there wasn’t any fear in his eyes.
If anything, he just studied me. He gave a quick nod as if to say, ‘Everything’s cool.’
No it fucking isn’t.
She led him by the hand down the hall and I heard the bedroom door shut.
Just like that.
One month ago, we had stood hand in hand at the altar, big Catholic wedding, and made promises. She had been beautiful – resplendent in her white wedding gown.
We had made love that night and it had been special. She was everything I wanted and her love for me was a bond that attached our two hearts in such a way that it felt right now like half of me was ripping.
I paced.
No sounds came from the bedroom except some talking I couldn’t make out. Then things got quiet.
My bedroom! My bed! My wife! My bride! And it was Alissa who was willingly spreading her legs so this guy could shove his dick into her. It’s not like he had to try very hard or force her. She probably hadn’t even taken off her wedding ring.
Alissa had never acted like a slut and now she was doing it right on my bed, knowing I was out here.
Was she even bothering with a condom? Oh no, she couldn’t hurt Sawyer’s feelings, right? I threw up my hands again, pacing faster.
What had gotten into her? Had she really held out for Sawyer all this time? She hadn’t broken up with him, she had admitted. She had simply stopped seeing him – despairing that he would ever leave his rotten wife.
He had stuck his married dick into her for a year. That didn’t really sound so bad.
I would’ve stuck my married dick in Alissa. No doubt. But now things were reversed. Alissa was my wife. She was married and this guy is stuffing his dick into her married pussy.
That’s a totally different story.
But there had never been a breakup and now he was back.
Instead of a wedding ring on his finger, it was on hers. Now I would have to be the one getting a divorce.
And that guy was in there right now, hard, his dick probably shoved balls deep in my wife and loving it. While knowing I was outside the door.
I paced in the hall, but couldn’t hear anything. What are they doing in there?
I got my answer a few seconds later when I heard Sawyer start panting and then groaning. He got louder and louder until he began a grunting growl that told me he was cumming.
In my wife!
I was furious.
I was going to beat the shit out of the guy – I don’t care how hard it looked.
She was mine!
I flung open the door while he was grunting his release with my wife in my bedroom.
