"What the fucks going on here?" I said to myself as I pulled into the driveway.
The strange car put me off guard immediately, but it was the time of day that really had alarm bells ringing. No-one should have been home at this time, least of all me. My wife should have been at work as should I so understandably the random car in our driveway had me on edge.
All sorts of thought were rolling through my brain at this point. Was someone robbing my house? Had someone been hurt? "Fuck it" I thought, "let's get to the bottom of this."
I went round the side of the single garage and saw my wife Taylor's car through the window, this was strange, I was getting nervous now trying not to think the worst. I came back around the front and let myself in. There were clothes on the floor in the lounge so I now had a fair idea what was going on. I was a bit numb to be honest and was really hoping there was another explanation for this but deep down I think I knew my marriage was over. I couldn't hear any sounds of sex anywhere in the house so I kept a small amount of hope deep down that she hadn't been unfaithful to me but really, I think I was lying to myself trying to avoid the pain I knew would come.
The spare room and bathroom were empty but the door to our bedroom was closed so I listened at the door first and after hearing no obvious sounds of movement or talking eased the door open slowly. The slut was lying there naked asleep cuddled up to some asshole I didn't know. That was enough proof for me. I saw red, the sadness hadn't kicked in yet only anger. I left the room, went out to my gun safe in the garage and retrieved my springfield. My finger was feeling extremely itchy at this point, so I took a deep breath to try and relax, I didn't want this to get out of hand. I wasn't 100% sure what I was going to do at this stage, but I felt a bit of revenge was in order.
On my way back up to the room, I found the scumbag's license and work I.D. in his pants pocket which told me his name was Kenneth Brightwater and was in fact an associate at the law firm Taylor worked at as a legal executive. "Fucken asshole" I muttered to myself as I begun the climb back up the stairs to our bedroom.
I tapped the pistol three times on the door frame just loud enough to rouse them both from their post coital slumber. My wife casually rolled over yawning then turned white, audibly gasping in shock as she saw me standing in the doorway holding the handgun. Fuckface hadn't quite opened his eyes yet and as Taylor went to say something to me, I looked at her menacingly and put the index finger of my hand not holding the gun to my lips to indicate to her I wanted her to remain silent. She shrank back quivering in terror.
"What the fuck is...." the piece of human excrement got out as he finally saw me standing there pointing a pistol at his head before I interrupted him.
"Shut the fuck up asshole." I told him "This is the time for listening not talking. Now I am going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer them truthfully, if you don't you are going to die. Now nod if you understand" he nodded slowly eyes wide with shock. "First off, what is your name and how do you know my wife?" I asked betraying a calmness I really wasn't feeling.
"M-m-my name is Kenneth, and we work together" the wannabe Cassanova mumbled. "I'm sorry I..."
