First of all, I should not be there, I was supposed to be at work in another city, but you know, you only catch the cheater when you arrive unexpectedly.
Secondly, in front of the house was an unknown car, as it always happens. I researched it, it was completely average. A car of an average man; in no case was it the vehicle of a playboy. Anyway you know, unknown car equal fornication with the chauffeur.
The key was hidden in its place. I used it to open the front door, then moved on tiptoe to the floor in front of the door that allowed access to Susan's bedroom.
Now you know the drill, there were voices inside the room, almost a litany. The male's voice kept on asking "who owns your pussy?" and Susan's voice responded "you baby, not that dickless Pete."
Oh crap!
I bet you know the sequel, the wronged party enters the room unseen and unheard and takes some pictures with his cell phone and then tells the sex scene for readers' enjoyment. This is what happens even in the most terrible BTB. Then he shadows out and goes to sleep at the cheapest motel, hires a PI, and gathers evidence as if it counts for divorce in a non-fault state. Sure, in Pennsylvania adultery doesn't get alimony, but not all LW stories take place there.
Well, I didn't have to do that, so I approached another path, a crazy one. I slammed the wall door as hard as I could and went in screaming and running, luckily the house was isolated.
Susan almost had a heart attack when she saw me, and the guy, I swear, pisses at the spot. Technically speaking, he did half in Susan and half on the white sheet and implicitly on the mattress, too bad for her, it was a quality one.
"Wrap yourself up slut!" I shouted, grabbing the neck of this average 'pussy-owner'. Obviously, I dragged him like that to the hallway. When I was ready to throw him out, the man begged me in a weeping voice to bring him his clothes.
"Let me wait here in the hall, Sir, I don't want to bother Susan."
"You had to think ahead."
He had a valid point of view anyway, so I made an effort and went up the stairs again, entering the room to retrieve the forgotten clothes on the floor.
Susan was still in bed, wrapped in a sheet and staring blankly.
"Get up slut, take a shower, and clean here as it smells like a toilet," I spat at her with venom in my voice.
"I'm staying in the library, but don't waste my time."
I went down without waiting for an answer.
The man took his clothes and dressed trembling.
You know what should happen next, I'll break him up, he'll complain to the police, I'll be detained for trial. Well, I just threatened him.
"You were born under a lucky star," I told him. "So I'm not going to tell your wife anything this time, but if you get close to Susan I'll kill you."
"Thank you, Sir, I have small children at home, my wife doesn't need to know."
"Susan has small children, too."
"Yes, but I have three, while she only has two."
That's it now!
The guy runs away as fast as he could, and I went to the library to read a book, not before drinking a non-alcoholic beer.
Speaking of which, the Literotica stories don't stress enough that you shouldn't drink alcohol while driving.
Susan came in about half an hour. On top of that, she was nervous.
"Your stunt ruined my mattress, what do I do now?"
"You buy another, I guess. But don't change the subject now is time for you to read from the Cheatings Book, to convince me it's not what I think."
"What for," she replied. "You know too well that the bond between us can't be broken so easily."
Here she is right, after all, she is my older sister!
"Don't rely on that, you know I'm crazy," I replied. "Don't let it happen again, I don't answer for myself, you know I hate cheaters."
"It won't happen again, I won't bring a man to my house in my life, I'll go with him to a motel, but how did you get in?"
"I used the spare key, I knew where it was hidden."
"Where's Pete, anyway?" I asked.
"He went to Disneyland with the kids. I stayed home because I wasn't feeling well."
"This is the greatest betrayal," I replied immediately. "You preferred sordid sex to your family. What kind of mother are you?"
Here I touched a sensitive rope because her lips trembled as if she were ready to cry; it was hard to remember.
Then she began to speak ill of Pete, her husband. He was dull and lacking skills in bed, he was small. As if that wasn't enough, he also worked 12-14 hours a day, always leaving her alone.
This upset me terribly.
"Just shut up! He courted you for a year, then you moved in together for six months until you got married. Don't tell me his penis was shortened during the marriage, you knew too well what you were getting into. He works so hard because of you, you're so demanding..."
"Maybe he has a mistress too."
"I contradict you, I put a PI to follow him, he is an honest husband, practically a simp one. Unfortunately, all the bad things happen to them."
We talked to each other until she asked me why I came, actually.
"To show you the engagement ring, I want to ask Beth tonight."
"I'd like you to get a kick."
Obviously, I asked her why she said that.
"You're a jerk, you don't deserve such a woman. What can you give her?"
"Me!"
"How arrogant you are!"
Our discussion was interrupted by two little thugs who threw themselves at me.
"Uncle Allen, Uncle Alen! What did you bring us?"
My nephews had come home unexpectedly earlier than planned.
Susan shuddered at the thought that without my intervention she would have been caught.
You can't visit the little ones without a gift, so I was ready, I gave them the latest video games for their age, and they rushed excitedly to their rooms to try them, forgetting about everything else.
"Well done, now I can't get them out of the room until tonight," Pete scolded me.
"Let them enjoy now," I replied.
"Why did you come back earlier?" Susan asked.
"They missed you," Pete replied simply.
At this stage, my sister should have been ashamed.
After about a quarter of an hour, I prepared to leave.
"I'm watching you," I told Susan.
Then I took Pete aside.
"Work less and stay longer at home," I warned him, without going into detail.
"I wish it could be," he replied bitterly. "At work, it's like a mill, if you go into the mixer you don't escape. Many are hunting my position, if I slow down I wake up on the outside. Not everyone can be like you - for example, now you should be at the office, not here."
Well, he croaked.
