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I found Kristie on all fours with someone banging her from behind. I paused before I registered what was going on. I clenched my fists, and the rest of my body went rigid. My wife was letting someone fuck her doggy style. This fucking bitch was cheating on me! She knows that is my favorite position. She knows I love her ass; I love to spank it, grab those globes in my hands and watch them jiggle. She used to let me fuck her that way before we got married. Her ass was in someone else’s hands, and I swore I could feel the smoke coming out of my ears.
She lifted a hand to rest it on the headboard and tilted her head back. My eyes zeroed in on the wedding ring that adorned her finger. I stood there, stunned until she moaned out. Then I heard three more short moans — her sure sign that she was getting ready to come any second.
“What the fuck is going on?”
This guy didn’t care. He didn’t pull out; he just kept thrusting again and again. Kristie turned her head, and she raised her eyes to meet mine. She smiled. Then she tried to cover herself up, just as he pulled out and shot his load all over her ass. He turned to the side so I could see him. Michael. That son of a bitch.
“David, I was just…”
I turned before she could even finish her sentence. Hell fucking no. I was done with this shit. I slammed the door as I backed out of the room and something crashed behind me. Well, at least she didn’t get to finish.
I spotted a worried Jessica heading toward me as I rounded the corner. “Thank you, Jessica. It was a wonderful party. I’m sorry, but I’ll be leaving now.”
Kristie came barreling through the door, yelling, “David, wait. David.”
My hand was on the doorknob when I paused. I spoke slowly and calmly, “No, Kristie. We’re done.” I pulled open the door, stepped outside, and slammed it shut behind me. I cannot believe she’s been cheating on me, let alone with Michael.
I climbed into the car, putting the car into drive. Stepping on the gas, I pulled the car away from the curb, just in time to see Kristie running down the driveway, waving at me. I punched it and sped out of there, not bothering to look back.
A few minutes later, I turned into the parking lot of The Twilight Club and parked the car. I dug around a little in the car until I found the stash of one dollar bills I had from the last time I was here. I folded the wad into my pocket and climbed out of the car.
I paid my entrance fee to the bouncer out front. The bar was the first place I went to. I needed a Jack and Coke. Lila, the bartender, smiled as she handed me the drink. I nodded my head and grabbed a chair close to the stage.
“Pour Some Sugar on Me” blasted out from the speakers, and Moxie came on stage. The floor vibrated as Moxie squirmed against the pole. She arched her back and let her other foot climb up the pole she was facing. When her foot was high enough, she gave a little twerk to showcase her newest tattoo. The club roared to life, and it was hard to feel anything but the thumping of the bass rattling in my chest.
I’ve watched Moxie before, and there was always something exciting about watching a woman grind on a pole. There were not many opportunities for me to enjoy it, but I had been lucky a few times. Moxie came closer to my seat and motioned for me to come closer. I stood up and walked a few inches closer to the stage. She gently grabbed the back of my head and brought it to her beautiful tits. There was nothing to hide behind except the two tassels hanging on her nipples. She rubbed my face between her tits and kissed the top of my head. I slid her a few ones as I sat back down in my seat. She tucked them into her panty line and sauntered to another part of the stage for her next pick.
Another dancer came onto the stage; someone new. I didn’t hear her introduction, but she had on this dazzling black number that did not leave much to the imagination. She did her routine, and I tossed the rest of the ones up on the stage for her. She was quite a dancer, this new gal.
Three drinks in, and I felt the buzz, but I knew it was time to face the truth. My wife cuckolded me. And I can’t believe I fell for it. In my feelings of despair, I steadied myself before walking out of the club.
My car started, and I was heading home before I could think clearly. A squirrel ran across the road, and I swerved the car to save it. All I could hear was a scrape of metal, a tinge of pain, and then the world went black.
* * *
“Oh my god!” The door closes loudly, and I freeze.
At that moment, if I were Chandler Bing, Kristie would be Janice Hosenstein.
I cringe before I open my eyes. “Go home, Kristie. I don’t want you here.”
“Oh. You’re hurt. How bad was the accident?”
“Bad enough to land me in the hospital,” I huff.
“Baby, we’re going to get through this. We’ll make you all better. Let me get you some water.”
I roll my eyes and try to sit up. My left arm is in a sling; I suffered a significant fracture — thankfully, it wasn’t entirely broken. “I’m okay. It’s only my arm. Otherwise, it’s a few bumps and bruises.”
Kristie comes back with the water and helps me drink it. I try to swat her hand away, but I’m still groggy from the medicine they gave me to help me sleep. She sets the cup down after I take a few sips of water. Her wedding ring flashes in front of me, and my mind reels back to last night.
“Kristie.” I reach out and grab her hand. She looks up at me with the weirdest look in her eye. “I want you to go.”
“I’m not leaving you. But I will leave you wanting more. I’m the best you’ll ever have.” She winks and runs her hand down my chest.
I’m struggling to breathe because as much as I’m hurt and pissed off, I’m curious as to what she’s doing.
“You cheated on me. You let another man fuck you while you’re wearing my wedding ring. We’re done. It’s over.”
