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May 14th, I walked into my bedroom and my life changed forever. I stopped in my tracks still holding the doorknob. My wife of ten years was on top of a man riding him hard. I couldn’t see the man’s face, but I could hear his voice.
“Oh yeah,” He moaned as his hands fondled her tits. “Here I cum!”
“Cum Baby,” My wife groaned as she grinded her pussy on him. “Yeah, Cum for me!”
She came to a stop and giggled. Her dark red hair falling about her face as she bent over him. Both were breathing heavily.
My brain went blank. No cylinders fired. I was stunned and speechless. I just stood there as I tried to speak. Finally, I did.
“Are you done?” Was all I said.
It was almost comical what happen next. My wife jerked her hair towards me as the man slung her towards me. She landed in the heap of pillows and the man jumped out of bed. He grabbed his clothes and covered his junk.
“Hey man,” The man begged, “I don’t want no trouble. This isn’t what you think it is.”
“Greg?” I was confused. Greg was our next-door neighbor. We had spent years living next door to each other. Why would he do this? I wondered.
“What exactly is it?” I asked.
“I just don’t want no trouble.”
“My wife was riding your cock. What exactly is happening here?”
Greg dropped his clothes and quickly got dressed. No one spoke.
I finally turned and walked out. I went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. Greg almost ran out of the house. I heard the door slam as he made his escape. I sat at the dining room table.
Thoughts flooded my brain, and I could not focus.
Ten years. I worked so hard to provide for us. I bought us a nice home. I busted my ass to provide nice things for us. I worked so hard that we made enough money for Mandy to quit her job and work from home. When that didn’t work out. She just quit working all together. She had it made. Kept the house clean and cooked. The perfect housewife and she went and did this to me. The more I thought on it, the madder I got. I was fuming by now. I could feel my blood pressure raising.
I finished my water and left. I owned a mechanic shop in downtown and I needed to get back to it. I tried to put it out of my head as I focused on my business. The business I built from the ground up. It was nice. It had five bays to work on cars and a lobby area with my office behind it. I had three mechanics, two helpers, one receptionist. I walked around the shop and office dealing with a variety of problems. All and all the shop pretty much runs itself.
The shop was clean and organized before the employees knocked off for the day. One by one they headed home. The bay doors were closed and the lights off. I turned the lights off in the office and did the same for the lobby. I locked the front door and turned on the alarm. I got in my truck and drove home still numb from that morning. I walked in like I did every day since I opened the shop.
I went and took me a shower like I did every day. I made my way to the kitchen and Mandy was sitting at the table. She looked a mess. She wore a pink robe and looked as if she had been crying, a lot.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed out the back door. I sat on the patio and watch the sun go down. A few minutes later, Mandy came outside. She sat down at the patio table, opposite of me.
“Can we talk?” Mandy finally asked.
“About what?”
“About what happen this morning.”
“How long have you two been fucking?”
“It doesn’t matter.” She sighed.
“Yes, It does. It matters to me. I want to know how long Greg has been fucking my wife as he smiles and acts like nothing is happening. I want to know how long my wife has been fucking our neighbor and pretending like nothing is going on. I want to know.” I never got loud, I spoke in a normal voice. I took a drink of beer. I finished it.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, finally she spoke.
“Six months.” She said softly.
“Six months.” I repeated.
“Greg and Lisa were going through a rough.....” I cut her off with, “Are you really trying to excuse the fact I found Greg’s cock in my wife’s cunt?”
“You don’t have to be so crude.”
“You didn’t have to be such a whore.” I snapped back.
“I’m not a whore.” She replied softly as she hung her head.
“Yes, You are.”
I got up from the table and walked back into the house. I threw my empty bottle away and retrieved a fresh one. Mandy walked back in and watched my every move.
I took a drink of beer as I stared at her.
“Where do we go from here?” She asked.
“Obviously, You will move out and we will get a divorce.”
“I have nowhere to go.”
“Go back home to your parents.”
“I can’t.”
“You won’t.” I chuckled. “Then your parents will find out their little girl is a whore. That looks bad for a preacher, I suppose.”
“Why do I have to move out?”
“As the cheating spouse, your mistake. I will get everything handed to me. You are the one who decided to destroy this marriage besides, I’m the one who worked every day to keep this house. I’m not leaving,”
I finished my beer and grabbed another.
“I’m not leaving.” She finally said.
“Yes, you are. If you are not gone by the time, I get home tomorrow I will make your life a living hell.”
Nothing else was said. I drank until I had my fill. I heated up something to eat and ate. I went to sleep in the guest bedroom. The next morning, I went into our bedroom and showered. I then went to our closet and got dressed for the day. I was walking from our walk-in closet to the door when Mandy popped her head up and asked, “Why didn’t you come to bed last night?”
I stopped in my tracks and just stared at her, finally I replied, “And sleep in the same bed you fucked Greg in?”
I continued, “Be gone or else today.” I walked out.
I worked all day and finally had to close the shop. I got in my truck and headed home to a empty house. I walked in the living room to find Mandy standing there, waiting for me.
Now Mandy was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. She was a beautiful woman and petite, standing at only 5’ 2” and weight 120 pounds. She had long dark red hair with bangs. I’m in fairly good shape and stand at 5’ 9” tall. I outweigh her by 60 pounds. I have never been physically violent to her. Never have I ever tried to hurt her, but something snapped in my head.
“I’m not leaving.” She said defiantly as I closed the door behind me.
She did not fear me. That was her mistake.
I walked up to her calmly and she dared to try and stare me down. I slapped her hard across the face and she turned and went down to the couch. I got on top of her.
“Bitch, You don’t know what you have gotten yourself into.” She struggled against me but I finally wrestled her shorts and panties off.
She kept begging, “No, don’t, please.”
I struggled to get my dick out of my pants, but I finally did. As I held her down, I rammed my cock into her super tight asshole. I buried it in one stroke.
“Nooooo!” She cried with her face buried in the pillows
“You’re a fucking whore so take it like a whore!” I grunted at her as I raped her asshole.
I very much enjoyed rapping her as I held her down. My mouth was above her ear as my cock pounded her ass.
“I’m take your ass every Goddam day if I want!” I grunted in her ear. She cried and begged but it was no use. I fucked her as hard as I could. I finally shot my massive load.
Breathing heavily, I said, “That’s what a good whore does.”
I pulled out and went to the shower. I washed the shit and the blood off my dick and took a long hot shower. I dried off and tossed the towel on the floor.
I remain naked and my dick swung to and fro as I went back into the living room. She was still on the couch crying.
I picked her up by her hair and she cried out.
“You better get me a fucking beer, bitch!” And I shoved her towards the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen as she turned to hand it to me. I slapped her again.
“Don’t you ever hand me a unopened beer again.” She quickly opened it.I took it from her.
“Go clean yourself up and you better be done before I finish this.” She quickly left the room. She was not there as I took the last swallow.
She came back into the kitchen wearing a robe and her hair wet.
“You didn’t make it.”
She quickly got me another beer and threw the empty bottle away.
“Go get my belt.”
She started crying, “Please, Don’t.” She begged.
“I won’t ask again.”
She left and came back holding my leather belt. I took it from her. I spun her around and jerked off her robe. She was wearing panties.
“You have the nerve to wear panties? Fucking whores don’t wear panties. You don’t put on anything until I tell you to. Take your panties off.”
She slowly did what I commanded. I took them from her and shoved them into her mouth. She was crying heavily now.
“Put your hands on the island.” I commanded. “Don’t you dare take them off until I tell you can.”
I doubled the belt and swung.
SWACK!
She tried to scream but it was muffled by her panties. She twisted and turned from the pain.
SWACK!
Her muffled screams came through the panties.
SWACK!
I watched as she cried and choked over the panties.
I dropped the belt next to her hands.
“I guess I will get my own Goddam beer.” I sneered at her as she cried. I drank my beer as I leaned against the counter and watched her cry. Sometime later she finally slowed.
“You can remove your hands and get me another beer.”
She did as she was told. When she brought me a fresh beer, I jerked the panties out of her mouth. She took the empty beer from the counter.
I grabbed her by the throat and said, “There’s the door. You can leave at any time.”
I released her.
I drank my beer. She just stood there with her head bowed.
She was pretty and her perky c-cup tits begged to be abused. I fondled them a little.
“Hand me the belt.” I commanded. She jerked her head up and looked at me with those bright green eyes pleaded with me. I sat my beer down as she turned and grabbed the belt. I rubbed up against her against the island. I took the belt from her and tied her hands behind her back.
“Your going to suck my cock like you did Greg’s but probably better.” I reached around and squeezed both breasts hard. “If it’s not good enough, I will put belt striped on these tits of yours. You understand?” She didn’t answer.
“I want to hear a Yes master.” I squeezed again.
“Yes, Master.” She groaned.
“Well, Get to it.”
I backed up to the corner of the counter. She went to her knees in front of me. She fished my dick into her mouth and began to move back and forth. I picked up my beer and continued drinking it.
My cock grew in her mouth, and it was nice and hard now.
“You better get deeper, Whore.” I commanded. She stabbed the back of her throat and gagged a little.
“You better get deeper.” She moved back and forth as she fought for air and her gag reflex.
I slapped the side of her face, “Faster, Whore.” She cried out and bobbed back and forth forcing my cock down her throat. She gagged again.
I put my beer down and grabbed her head and forced her off of my dick and turned her face up to me.
I spat in her face as she gasped for air, I rammed my dick back into her mouth and fucked her face. She gagged again as I forced it all the way in and held it there.
“You better get use to this.” I grunted as she gagged again.
I started fucking her face again and as she struggled. I unloaded what felt like a huge load.
“Fuck, Yeah!” I groaned as she whimpered.
I pulled out and she fought for air. Breathing heavily.
I pulled her to her feet by her hair and spun her around. I quickly untied the belt.
“Clean up your fucking mess.”
She had drooled on the floor.
I got a fresh beer and walked outside.
I slept in my own bed that night, but I made her sleep on the floor at the foot. -->
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