Shafted - Lucy's Story - Sex Stories

Shafted - Lucy's Story

... rat made me feel physically sick. How many times had he been with her, and then come home to me? At that moment in time I hated him like I have never hated anyone before. I desperately wanted to confront him there and then, but revenge is a dish best served cold. I took myself off for a bath and then headed towards the spare bedroom. “I’m sleeping in the spare room tonight with my hot water bottle babe, I got period cramps,” I mumbled. Jason never questioned what I said; he just took himself off to bed. At three-twenty I got out of bed and crept into the main bedroom. Jason was fast asleep. I took his keys out of his jeans pocket and removed his front door key from his key ring. I went down to his car and lifted his bag of golf clubs from the boot. I took his precious golf clubs up to my lounge and bent each club shaft around my knee, making sure the metal shaft creased. Those that didn’t crease first time, I bent again, just to make sure. I sneaked back to his car and returned the bag of bent clubs to the boot. I never went back to bed. I padded around the house and collected all his things; I put them back into the three suitcases they arrived in. Sunday morning at seven thirty, I stirred him. I was sitting on the edge of the bed as he woke up. “What you doing up so early?” were his first words to me. “Good morning my sweet, have I got a surprise for you? Follow me,” I said. He crawled out of bed, his eyes full of sleep. I took his arm and led him to the hallway; he followed me like a lamb. His three suitcases were sitting by the front door. I picked up his keys from the hallstand, opened the door and threw his bunch of keys out onto the front lawn. I then picked up his three suitcases and threw them out with the keys. I took his arm and led him through the door. “Now fuck off back to your tart you lying bastard,” I screamed. With that, I slammed the door shut in his face and left him standing there in his PJ’s. Jason was no more.