Chapter 7 by DrunkPigeon

Did you fuck his wife?

As a matter of fact, I did fuck his wife.

Marty looks a lot more unkempt than he does in his family photos, beads of sweat dripping down from his red brow. Probably the flurry that had swept him up in a rage to make his way to my doorstep.

Eve, his wife in question, had been a fling once upon a time - on multiple occasions. She always knew what to say to soothe me. I'm reminded of our most recent encounter, a young face for such a mature woman taking the initiative in the backseat of their family Volvo. What a ride that was.

"Heyyyyy..." I glib, trying to defuse the situation, maybe there's a chance he doesn't know our whole history.

"I saw the tapes, you fucker," Marty snarls.

Fuck.

"I know you're feeling a lot of things right now, man." What could I say in this situation? I accepted my role in the destructive mortar of their marriage long ago, its been a long time coming that's finally come to fruition. Though, I think back to the strange night that was yesterday. and once again, I'm compelled to make a mockery of the situation; because it worked so well last time. If presently displaying interest flicked some switch in their brains to accept a glaring fault in their logic, why shouldn't I try it again?

"Eve's a rather attractive woman, wouldn't you say?"

"Of course she is, she's my wi-haaa..." his eyes affix onto mine, what once was simmering hatred had turned into conflicting rationale. I had fucked Eve in the past, and that was wrong - unforgivable, even - but Marty's emotions were suddenly on top of him, and the sudden prospect of if I were to engage our relationship again, it would be different. He hadn't thought of me and Eve's behavior as something he could revel in as well, but now...

"Well- I-I-I-uh..." The single reason he had come to my home had vanished, the foundation of his marriage that was shattered only moments ago had been rebuilt on a new hill, one where I shared every sexual aspect he had with Eve, now openly tolerated, and enjoyed. He stares blankly at me, before his eyes virtually roll into the back of his head, shaming himself over how he might've just destroyed something beautiful, "I had no idea..."

I cockily place a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, trying to siphon all that I could from this moment before asking anything more, "Let's go meet her now."

His eyes follow my hand up to the crook of my shoulder, hopping over to my ulterior stare, "...Okay!"

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