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2021- This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note:
There is no sex in this story.
Cheating Wife - June
It was a Friday morning. I was just about to leave for work, as was my wife, June, of ten years. I worked the other side of downtown Houston, whereas June worked not ten minutes from home. Today I was taking my car in for servicing. It was supposed to be ready around noon but the service manager couldn't promise me it would be so, I would have to take the bus to work, which I was dreading.
"Usual time for dinner?" June asked.
"Uh, yeah, if my car is ready by early afternoon," I replied.
"Oh, that's right, I forgot you were taking it in this morning. Couldn't you wait for it?" she asked.
"No, they need at least four hours. Something to do with calibrating the computer control system."
"Well, call me if you're going to be late, okay?"
"I will, sweetheart," I replied.
We both left at the same time. I always wondered why she left when I did when she only had a travel time of ten minutes. I shook my head and drove to the dealer. Once again, I tried to get him to commit to a time when I could pick it up. He hemmed and hawed and shook his head. I then made a decision. I asked for a loaner. No, go. Then I asked for a ride home. That he could do. He said he could have me picked up when the car was ready too. So I decided to go home. I could work just as easily from home. By the time I got home, I was so frustrated I flopped onto the bed, still in my clothes. Screw it. I was short on sleep anyway. I could catch a nap before I started working.
I don't know what woke me, yet I was wide-awake sitting up in bed. Then I heard the garage door going down. It going up must have awakened me. Shaking my head, I wondered who was here. It had to be June, no one else had a clicker for our garage door but her and me. I sat there in bed listening. I heard the door from the garage open and then close none too quietly. Then I heard a male voice. Then June's voice and a giggle. I couldn't make out what they were saying nor could I think of a reason for her to be home at this time of day with a man. Wait, there was one reason, but not my June. She wouldn't, would she?
Well, it seemed they weren't coming up to the bedrooms. That was a slight relief. I continued to hear chuckling and giggling. I slowly got out of bed and walked toward the stairs. They led right into the living room where the two of them were talking. As I reached the top of the stairs, it suddenly became very quiet. I could see their feet from my position. I saw the guy kick off his shoes. I heard June moan. I moved to the other side of the hallway. I could now see them plain as day. They were kissing and he had his paws all over June's tits. Rage. Unmitigated rage filled my mind and heart. That fucking bitch.
And the motherfucker feeling her up was about to have a world of shit come down upon him. I waited until they were so involved that a herd of elephants could run through the living room and they wouldn't hear them. I slowly crept down the stair treads, avoiding the one that always creaked. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs watching. When the asshole started to unbutton her blouse, I coughed. June jumped so high, I thought she would put her head through the ceiling. The guy grunted as her knee smacked him in the jaw. June was staring at me, her eyes bulging out of her face. I shook my head.
"Stay!" I shouted as she started to rise. She flopped back down.
The guy finally got his senses back. He looked at me with a smirk on his smarmy face.
"What are you smirking at asshole?" I asked.
He laughed as he stood up. I was right there in front of him pushing his ass back down on the couch.
"You just stay right there."
"You can't keep me here," he shouted.
"Wanna bet," I growled at him while glaring down at him.
He wasn't a big guy, about average. I was six-two and weighed in at 230 pounds. He went to get up again. I punched him in the gut. The air whooshed out of his lungs. He was out of the way for a bit now. I turned to June.
"What the fuck is going on, dear," I said savagely.
"Nothing, I swear. This was..."
"Shut the fuck up bitch. The way you two were acting, it wasn't the first time you have been together. So don't give me any more clichΓ©s, understand?"
She looked at me. This was the very first time I had ever yelled at her or told her to shut up. I could see the fear on her face and in her eyes.
"You sit there, while I deal with this piece of shit," I said turning to the guy.
He was starting to get his wind back, looking like he was going to get up and start fighting. I had to dissuade him of that. I stepped back and as he rose, I kicked him in the balls. He dropped face first. I side-stepped him, letting him fall flat on his face. He was whimpering as he lay there. June started to get up to go to his side. I pushed her back into her seat. Her head was down. She wouldn't look up at me. Grabbing her chin, I lifted her head so she was looking at me.
"Why? What have I done to drive you into another man's arms?" I asked softly.
~~~~ WTF ~~~~
I'm not going into our life story here. I'm going to say we met in college and fell in love and were married shortly after graduating. We both found jobs in our fields of study and up until that fateful Friday morning, I thought we were happy and good together. Our sex life was good and plentiful. I hadn't noticed anything different about our lives, yet something was going on with her.
I stood there looking down at her. She was still looking up at me as my fingers were still under her chin. I could see multiple emotions flip across her face and eyes like a slide show. Hearing the asshole start to move, I turned away from her.
"You should get dressed and leave my house before I call the cops," I said.
"Good, call the cops. Then I can have them arrest you for assault," he groaned. Seems even talking caused him pain.
"Well, first you will have to explain why you broke into my house and were raping my wife," I replied.
His eyes got big as saucers.
"No, no, she will back up my story," he cried.
"Will she? Think about how you got her to cheat on me. Did you lie to her, coerce her, did you drug her the first time, and did you blackmail her thereafter? Well, did you slime ball? Still want to call the police?"
"Shit. I'll leave."
"And don't you ever contact her again, ever!" I shouted.
"We work together..."
"Not anymore. She will be in later to collect her private things and resign her position. You will stay away from her while she is there. Got it?"
"What if I don't accept her resignation?"
"Well, now I have grounds to sue the shit out of you and your company," I said.
He grabbed his coat, pulled his pants up, and scuttled out of the house. He was soon pounding on the front door. I glared at June.
"You stay right there," I growled
June shook with anxiety. I went to the front door. The asshole was there.
"I don't have my car here."
"And that's my problem, how?" I asked, slamming the door in his face.
He kicked the door as he left. I heard him yell in pain. I was chuckling as I went back into the living room.
"Well?" I growled.
June was still giving me the silent treatment. I nodded.
"Get your blouse buttoned up and grab your purse, you're resigning from your job."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Really? Okay, go pack a bag, maybe you and asshole can share an Uber."
"You're going to kick me out? What about my car?"