My wife (still married) is a slut. I can't deny it. She's been fucking behind my back since we were engaged. I never found out until after she'd fucked seven guys on the sly. Four more than once. One time she came home with his cum dripping from her pussy...she said she just started her period and went the bathroom.
But those are all stories for another time. This is about number 19. This guy was a hot shot building contractor. Owned his own business, and that's how he met my wife. She was the office manager for a golf pro. She worked in the golf course development department, where the golf pro signs off on the course design of some new golf course.
So she starts flirting with this stud, lies to him telling him she is divorced, no kids (she has 2), seducing him from day one by playing hard to get. He bits hook line and sinker. Can't blame him, my wife is hot as hell. Tall, tan, legs, ass, perky tits, and a Rachel Welch face...not kidding, even a little bit.
They have been "dating" fucking since the third date, for almost two months when I realize what is going on with this guy.
All the other times I found out after the fact. This time, I know while it's going on. She lies to me one night that she is going one place, and I catch her in the lie. I tell her to come clean; she denies everything and says she's not coming home because I'm mad.
Mad? It's past that baby.
I look up the number of this guy from her phone bill records, I give him a call. This is not the first time we've spoke to each other, we met a month earlier in the parking lot where she works.
He says that she told him she and I were divorced. He tells me she is coming over for dinner and that he doesn't want to hear my lies. He hangs up.
Fine. Little do they know, I know where he lives.
I go to the closet and grab my shotgun. I know I'm not going to kill anyone, but I do want to have the upper hand no matter what happens when I get there. The pump action shotgun is rather larger, so I grab a CO2 pellet pistol that is in the closet as well. ...you never know.
I get there. I turn off the lights and pull into the drive. A security light comes on as I approach the door next to the garage door. I realize how conspicuous the shotgun is at my side.
Knock? What for. I try the knob and it's locked, of course, nothing is easy. I proceed around to the back of the house...nice pool, nice Jacuzzi, no doubt they've enjoyed that a few times.
The back of the house is all French doors. I see no one inside, but the first door I try is unlocked. Cool, I go right inside.
I hear the TV on upstairs, so I start up the stairs. About halfway up he comes walking down the hallway in a pair of boxer briefs starting to say "who the fuck are..."
He sees who I am, and he sees I've got a shotgun.
"Look man, blah, blah, blah..."
Shut the fuck up.
I march him right back into the master bedroom, the only room with the door open.
