He stopped as he looked in the open doorway to where the man had his wife naked. The man was between her leg's facing her harder than I had ever had sex with her. How could this have happened. I was the sort of husband that all our friends said they would like to be like. I gave Mary everything that she could have asked for. And here she was cheating on me.
"Funk me harder you bastard," she cried out. The man backhanded her across her face bringing blood to her split lip.
"You slut...you whore...you like to be faced rough don't you?" The man drove his large thick cock up her anus, and she screamed that she loved it. I would have never done her like this. I made love to her. Slow passionate love. I was stunned. I was frozen to the spot on the floor that I stood on. As I watched I felt my three inch cock erect. I was aroused but deeply hurt. I looked down at where my penis poked a small pup tent in my Brooks Brothers suit. Then my bladder let go and a dark stain began to spread from my crotch and down the front of my pants. The carpet around my feet became soaked as the urine rained down.
My wife was cheating on me. My angel Mary was unfaithful. My mouth became dry and I was unable to move. I tried to reason why she was doing this. I knew then that she was being raped. Her cries for the man to funk her harder must have been because he was forcing her to be like this. Then she called the rapist by name and I realized that it was my boss. The one that was always sending me out of town. Why was my boss facing Mary and why was she facing him? She was always telling what a bastard he was for making me go out of town so much.
"Do I funk you better than that dumb ass husband of your's Mary?"
"Oh yes John you funk me period. All that creep does is to cum in my cut hair. He never realized that he's not in me."
"Yes Mary we have a good thing going on. I can send the jerk out of town every time my wife goes away to a spa. That slut thinks it's making her beautiful." he laughed and so did Mary. "How can a hog be made more beautiful taking a mud bath. You ever seen a pretty pig and they are in it all the time."
"Oh John you are so funny. I hope our children Jeff and sandy take after you." What was Mary saying. That little Jeff and cute little sandy wasn't my children. Sure they were both born Three months after I was away working a year at another office. But they were my kids. never mind that they both had freckles and red hair like my boss. They were my kids. I had to pay all the doctor bills for them. I had to pay the Orthodontist for their braces. The private school I paid for and the trust fund I set up and put all my allotted money into. I sacrificed for her and for them.
Even though when we went somewhere where John was and the kids ran and hugged them and called him daddy. I had seen my co workers laugh and smirk as I showed them some new pictures I had made of the kid's. I never realized that they were laughing because everyone knew about my wife and my boss. Large tears ran down my face and I felt the nausea that told me that I was going to lose my lunch of bologna sandwiches. Bologna was all I could afford since I spent everything on Mary and the kids. I heaved and my puke went all over the carpet. Then I felt the worse thing. I had puked. I had cried. My feet were frozen in place. I thought that I wanted to go and take a long ride except there was no gas in the car. I had given all my extra cash to John's favorite charity. he never told me what charity it was but that by giving to it I would ensure my job with his company for many years.
Like I said I felt the worse of all possible things happening then. I felt my bowels loosen and the stuff with a diarrhea like consistency let loose and ran down both my leg's and onto the carpet, covering my urine. "Who," my wife and boss both said at the same time, "Oh my God look it's Bruce, my devoted husband."
"Don't forget to say that he's also my loyal employee," John added.
Then I saw the horrified look on my wife's and John's faces as the realized that they had been discovered by me. I knew that they both were freighted of the wrath I would unleash on these fornicators. "Oh shit...look at the carpet John and I know you loved that carpet ever since Buy had to sell his other car to buy it for me."
Then Mary's voice changed to concern. "John he's not moving, is he waiting to unleash his wrath at us fornicators?"
"No Mary it's just that his feet are frozen in place...see the ice around his shoes?"
