Rage

'Fuck this' I thought as I drove, 'there's no way my wife is cheating on me.'
I pulled up outside the strangers house and grabbed my bat from the back of my car. In a quick jump I was over the fence and into his backyard out of sight from the street. I made my way through the bushes to his lounge room windows and looked inside.

They'd made progress from tickling, as sure enough there was Claire straddling the guys face with her panties pulled to the side as he licked her out. I couldn't see much else so made my way to the next window. Yep, I could see my wife's head, she was right there with them too. I grabbed the ledge and pulled myself up so I could get a better view to see what was happening and saw as she lowered herself down onto the cock spearing up between her legs. She had one hand rubbing her breast and the other rubbing her clit as she began to bounce up and down riding this strange dick.

I watched, furious, but somehow unable to stop as she rode him for a minute, watching her sister get licked out right in front of her. She pulled off then quickly knelt down between his legs and took him into her mouth sucking his cock as she pumped him with her fist for a few moments before straddling him again. As she impaled herself on his cock again, moaning loudly as she did so, I snapped.

The bitch. She hardly ever has sex with me these days, and she never sucks my cock even when I ask, but here she was going down on this fuckwit and loving it.
I let go and dropped from the window in a rage. Grabbing my bat I ran to the back door and kicked as hard as I could just beside the latch. The door slammed open satisfyingly, shards of timber flying from the shattered frame, as I rushed into the room.

Claire was the first to react, and as she began to get up I shoved her hard, sending her flying sideways into the bookshelf. My wife began to turn around as I stood above the prick she was fucking and as she saw me I kicked him hard in the head. I threw down my bat and grabbed at my wife lifting her by her neck off him.

"What the fuck, what do you think you're doing?" I spat at her, not really caring what she said. "You're my wife, and you're fucking...' I looked around as I continued, '...'him'. Blood was oozing from where he lay motionless, Claire cradling his head in her lap, crying. She looked up at me, her tears already having streaked her makeup. "He's dead, Jim! You.. you've killed him!"

I let go of my wife and she fell to the floor. "Shit... I didn't mean to... I... I was just mad and wanted to stop it." I paused and looked at him then back at Claire, "you sure? You sure he's dead?" "Yes!" she screamed. He's not breathing, his heart isn't beating, and look at this puddle of blood! You've fucking killed him you bastard!"

"Fuck... so what do we do now?" I asked. "What do you mean?" my wife replied, holding her legs close to her chest, "you're going to go to jail, that's what!" "No I'm not, we're all going to get the fuck out of here and forget this happened" I said. "If the cops figure out I did it, then everyones going to find out that you and your sister are sluts. You want your mum to know her daughters are cheating whores?" I didn't wait for them to reply, "We're going to clean up any evidence any of us were here, then get the hell out of here. That's what we're going to do!"