Just Once - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 2

... then came back into the house, standing at the kitchen door, staring at me with mixed anger and disgust.

I could not look at him. I felt so ashamed of what I had allowed to happen and felt horrible at the results and what happened to Mathew. I felt nothing for him, but he was a human, and what Alfonso did to him was terrible.

Alfonso walked into the garage, leaving me to finish cleaning the floor. Once finished, I took a shower douching my pussy and ass, cleaning all of Mathew out of me. I prayed that Alfonso would talk to me and let me try to explain how it started. I knew that would not fix this mess I had created, but I had to try. I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.

I did not see or hear a word from my husband for the rest of the day.

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With Mathew gone, I walked into the house and stopped at the kitchen door, silently watching my slut wife cleaning up the huge mess she had caused. She created an even bigger mess between us and had to clean it up.

As my wife was working, she would not look at me. I hoped that her shame was overpowering her, and she felt horrible. I knew that after she saw what I had done to Mathew, she feared what I had in store for her. I wanted that fear to fester inside her, driving her crazy. I would never physically harm her in any way. Mathew also got what he deserved, and my wife will, but psychologically. It might be a few days before I speak to her again, and her not knowing her fate would worry her.

I said ...

... nothing or made no move toward her in any way. It was like she was invisible to me. I walked out to my workshop. I cleaned my Glock before returning it securely to my gun safe.

I opened the garage door and pulled my truck inside. I took out my laptop and other cases, sitting them at the kitchen door. I had yet to decide whether to stay or leave for a day or two. If I left, it would serve my wife right and worry her even more. I will decide later. It might have been even more painful for her if I stayed home, and I totally ignored her as if she didn't exist. I was leaning in that direction. She needed to feel what it might be like if I were gone and not ever here again. That pain will be hard on her.

I Googled Mathew Jacobs again. I read all about him and read the references listed. He seemed to be a competent plumber with a good following. I wondered how many of the reviews were made up to cover the fact that he was routinely fucking these women on each visit.

As I read the reviews, I saw a few with first names and the first letter of their last name that I recognized. I decided to inquire about Mathew's work later this morning.

Then, I searched for divorce law in our state. As I expected, the husband gets the shaft, except for infidelity. Infidelity is a misdemeanor crime in our state, so if I wanted to have both Mathew and my wife arrested, I could do so. I can have some fun with that.

The law was straightforward: for uncontested adultery, I could be free in ...