Don sat watching outside Diane's house, as the cold drizzle fell upon his windshield. He had his car hidden behind the pole barn, at the back of the house. He was sure that Diane wouldn't see it from the driveway when she pulled in. His watch kept glaring at him. As each second passed, he became more and more enraged. He was going to get even with this slut. Diane was his wife, she had lied, and he was going to see to it that she explained why.
"I'm really tired," she told him earlier. "My sister is here and we're just talking about nothing, girl stuff, she said. "We might go out and have a drink. I'll just see you when you get home from work in the morning."
He kept repeating those lines of their conversation, in his head, over and over. Every word she said kept cutting through his mind. He was obsessed with the fact that she had cheated once before, and he was sure that she was doing it again.
His watch caught his attention. It was now 2:48 AM as he watched the car approaching her house.
"What a fucking bitch," he said to himself as the unfamiliar car pulled into her long driveway.
He sat quietly, watching as two people emerged from the car. It was Diane, and that was not her sister. She was out with another man. His rage continued to grow. He could feel a sickening swirl in his stomach.
He watched as the couple walked towards the door. He continued watching as Diane stopped, and turned to face the stranger. She reached up, putting her arms around his neck, and began kissing him.
"That fucking whore thinks she is making a fool of me," Don was thinking to himself. "That fucking bitch!"
His rage continued growing. He was going to find out exactly what has been going on. She was going to give him the truth, at all costs. "Enough is enough," he thought.
After watching a few more of their deep kisses, the stranger released his grip on Diane, and she turned to open the door. They quickly disappeared inside, while Don sat, trying to figure out his next move.
He waited patiently for the lights to come on. He was sure that she wouldn't take him into the very bed where they had made love so many times. "Surely, she wouldn't do that," he thought to himself.
A few more minutes passed before he decided to exit his car, and see for himself, what was going on inside. He was obsessed with the visions of what was going on. He could hear them, in his mind, the two of them laughing, as they played naked, on the very bed he bought for her. The poster bed that they had played on so many times. He knew that they were laughing at him as they played. Don reached for his baseball bat before quietly closing the car door. As he approached the house, he could see that the only lights on were in the bedroom.
"That fucking whore...that fucking bitch," he kept saying as he approached the front door, with his keys and bat in hand.
Don slowly, and quietly, slid his key into the lock. The bedroom was in the back of the house. She surely wouldn't hear anyone coming in the front.
He opened the door and slipped inside. As he made his way down the hall, he stepped across a pile of wet clothing. They couldn't wait, and yes, they were in the bedroom.
As Don stood silently by the bedroom door, he could smell the heavy stench of alcohol. He listened to hear what was being said inside. There was nothing, not a sound. He stood, wondering what route to take. Should he wait? Should he enter? He was now lost in his approach to make them aware of his presence.
He slowly peaked around the door. He could see that they had wasted no time. Diane was lying naked, on her side, and had her red lips tightly wrapped around Chuck's thick, hardened cock, and her fingers squeezing around the base. He could see her pumping his swollen dick as she gently sucked at the head.
She's such a beauty. No more than five feet tall, with long blonde, waist length, hair. She has such a tightly wrapped ass. Don had always teased her about having a black girls ass, nice and fully rounded. She had small and firm, yet meaty titties with large brown nipples that covered most of her tits.
"Fucking whore," Don thought to himself. "I'll teach that slut to fuck with me."
As Diane ran her tongue across Chucks balls, Don heard a familiar voice. "Where's the dimmer switch?"
"It's Chuck!" Don realized. "It's Chucks dick that she's sucking. How could he do this?" Don thought to himself. He and Chuck had been friends since grade school, and now he was fucking Diane.
"The switch? It's beside the door," Diane told him as Don watched her release her grip on his dick.
Chuck crawled from the bed and walked towards the switch. Don hurriedly stepped inside the bedroom door with his bat held high.
"You fucking asshole," Don yelled as he graced the bedroom doorway. How the fuck could you guys do this to me?" He screamed.
Diane quickly sprang up from the bed, completely naked, and obviously shaken, from the surprise. Chuck stopped in his tracks. He too, was naked and his swollen cock was standing straight out, pointing at Don.
"What the fuck...?" Chuck asked as he stood in preparation to defend himself from Don's bat. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Don," screamed Diane, "its not...its not what you think."
Diane and Chuck were frozen in their tracks. They knew that they had been caught. There was no way to explain this.
"Shut up!" Don said. "Just shut the fuck up!"
Don told Chuck and Diane not to move. He said if they came towards him, he would use the bat against the side of their heads. No one moved as Don stood, visibly shaking, and wondering what to do next.
"Get your ass back to the bed," Don commanded, as he looked at Chuck.
Chuck slowly backed away from Don, and sat on the edge of the bed, beside Diane. "You fucking whore," Don said as he looked back and forth between the both of them. "You want some dick?" He asked. "Can't you ever get enough?"
Diane said nothing as she sat, covering herself, beside Chuck, and watching Don with his bat held high.
"You want some dick, bitch?" He again asked. "Go ahead...go ahead and suck his cock. Do it now!"
Diane, was thoroughly frightened. She had been caught. She had never seen Don like this before. Chuck sat defenseless beside her as his swollen, uncircumcised cock, had now shriveled back into its sheath of foreskin.
"I said to suck his dick," Don again shouted as he looked at Diane and Chuck sitting on the bed. "And I mean do it now!"
Diane stood and reached out to Don, asking him to calm down, and let her explain. Don saw red as she stood, trying to make him look foolish in front of his friend. He swung the bat in her direction. "I said to suck his dick!" Don screamed as he stepped forward in her direction.
Chuck sat quietly on the bed as he watched Don in his frenzied manner. He wasn't about to try to stop Don from doing anything. Don was normally a quiet person and Chuck knew, only too well, that Don was serious.
"NO BITCH!" Don screamed. "First get some of my ties from the closet, now!"
Diane started to back away from Don and slowly made her way to the closet to grab a handful of ties. She then turned and walked back towards the bed. She sat beside Chuck and placed her hand upon his naked thigh.
"Please...," she said quietly, looking up. "Don...," she said.
"Tie him up...and you...lay down asshole," Don said to Chuck as he took a step towards the bed. "Lay down now, and spread eagle!"
Chuck looked at Don and protested, asking if they could talk. He explained that there was no reason to do all of this. Chucks calmness only served to make Don that much more irritated. "You heard me Bitch...now tie up that Mother-fucker," Don commanded. "Tie him to the bed!"
