It was late. I had just gotten off work and I was looking forward to hitting the pillow, face-first if necessary.
I had just come in the door when I heard them. They were upstairs and obviously hadn't heard me come in, not that I couldn't understand that; when my wife is getting fucked, she makes a lot of noise. For this exact reason, I knew what was going on.
I felt my hands clench, my fingernails dig into my palms.
Who the fuck was she with, I wondered absently, almost as an afterthought.
I fucking didn't care. I wanted to whip someone's ass.
I came around the corner after taking the stairs three at a time and there they were, on my bed, facing away from me, Courtney taking it up the ass, doggy style. I knew immediately whose dick was inside of her, too. Carl. Motherfucker had been eyeing my wife at the last party we had. Little did I know.
I wondered how long this had been going on. I wondered why she didn't just tell me and then get the fuck out if she wanted to be with Carl so badly. I wondered why she never told me she liked anal sex.
I wanted desperately to kill Carl right at that moment. Courtney, too.
Instead, I just stood there and watched them, fucking on my bed, on my sheets, wrapped up in the hands of my wife. I watched Carl's cock slip in and out of her rectum. I listened to Courtney wail like a banshee, like she always did.
Before they could finish, I left. I slammed the front door on the way out, hoping to hell that they heard it, hoping that Courtney was scrambling off Carl's dick right now, trying to figure out how to get him out of the house.
Shit, that gave me an idea. He wasn't coming out the front door, not if Courtney thought that I was coming up the stairs at some point. If he was coming out of the house, he was coming out of a window around the other side of the house. I walked around to the side yard, then into the alley and waited.
A minute or two later, Carl did the exact thing that I thought he would. Courtney was helping him out of the window, telling him to be careful, telling him that she loved him. She kissed him and he lowered himself from the window, to the ground and put his coat on.
I waited until he was about fifty feet down the alley before I followed him. He was about to get in his car when I grabbed his arm and decked him.
"Hello, Carl," I said. My fist said something less articulate, connecting with his cheekbone for the second time in a minute. On the ground, next to his car, he knew that I had saw them. He tried, in vain, to convince me that it was just the once. I kicked him in the nuts, told him that this was exactly how I felt.
He'd dropped his keys and I stooped to pick them up. I really wanted to just stand there and kick the shit out of him but I had another bright idea.
I climbed behind the wheel of his car, started it up and drove off.
It was a twenty minute drive to Carl's house. The front door key was on the loop with the car keys and I stuck it in the lock, turned, opened the door and then shut it behind me, putting my back to the wood door.
I'd only been to Carl's house twice before. I knew where his bedroom was, though. I knew his wife slept on the left side of the bed, all of her stuff on that side of the room.