Case number #3 - Jeff Addison
My brother and my wife thought they were getting one over on me. That was about to change.
I reached home early and saw my shameless brother’s car parked in my driveway. My wife was meant to be home alone; she wasn’t, and I felt instantly crushed. For a moment, my blood boiled, and I considered the chainsaw, fueled and ready for action, hanging in our garage as a means to exact my revenge.
He’s my brother… I can’t.
I screamed with rage but didn’t stop at the house because I didn’t need to see the end of my marriage in full fuck buddy graphic detail. I was convinced a recent lapse in both their facades revealed Lance had wanted to fuck Cherie for years, and it seemed my selfish cunt brother had finally got his way with my slutty wife.
“You fucking bastards!”
I shook my head, muttering all manner of slurs against my brother and a wayward wife, while steering my car wildly across the road, rueing that a ten-year, happy marriage was suddenly destroyed.
I called Cherie on Bluetooth speaker, maintaining a calmness far beyond my mood, belying the rage building inside me.
“Hi Ryan, have you landed yet, honey?”
“Sweetheart, I missed my flight and won’t be home tonight.”
“Oh fuck, I miss you so much. When will you be home?”
“Tomorrow evening, honey.”
“What time?”
“Around 8 p.m.”
My vision blurred when I listened to her excited voice, imagining my brother’s cock sliding in and out of my wife’s tight pussy while we talked on the phone. She was a sad, sick puppy for treating me in such a despicable way, but I wouldn’t let them get away with it.