Doing The Semi Right Thing

I couldn’t believe that June not only cheated but that she drove my car away without calling me to say she was taking it. Technically it possibly amounted to car thief, since she rarely ever took her license when we drove anywhere together. Hell for all I knew she was gallivanting around town looking for someone to cheat with.

I had ****, I couldn’t ask Nancy to drive me home, in case June was there already, so I called a cab and directed the cabbie to where I live. He must have got the hint that I didn’t want to talk and drove me there in silence. Upon pulling up in front of my place I got out and threw the driver a fifty to cover the fare and told him to keep the rest as a tip.

Going up the driveway, I saw a light on in the living room and the front door was opened. Getting closer I heard things that I had only heard in the bedroom. In my mind, No she wouldn’t, not in our marital home, Christ what kind of slut was she?

I climbed the three stairs to the front door and I looked inside before entering. What I saw on the couch, shattered me. There was June with our next door neighbor Doug, who I had considered my best friend out of the office fucking on the couch.

“What one wasn’t good enough for you, you slut!” Coming in like a lion, going over to the pair and before they could respond, I swung at Doug driving my left fist into the side of his head.

Doug stiffened then rolled to his right falling to the floor out cold. June started screaming as I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the couch and basically dragged her by a handful of
hair in my right hand to the small guest room by the kitchen.

Once inside I **** June onto the bed and slapped her until she stopped trying to fight me. Then a little voice inside my head spoke to me.

“No, not even June deserves to be treated like that!”

One look at June lying there naked and I silently agreed with the voice. I turned and left June there, closing the door and making my way back to where Doug laid on the floor. He was naked but that didn’t stop me from getting him to my shoulder and carrying his sorry ass out of my house.

I carried him over to his front lawn and dropped him there. I was so tempted to kick him in the crotch, but for some reason I just turned away and went back home. Once inside I locked the door and made my way to bed, deciding that I would deal with June in the morning.