A Woman Scorned

"Fuck! I'm cumming!"

You watch as the man rams himself home in the woman's cunt, his cock twitching as he empties his balls into her. The camera shaking in his hand as he rides out his own orgasm. When he is finally spent he draws himself back slowly, panning the camera up you get a moment to look at the smiling face of the woman before the video comes to end.

You sit in front of the computer for what feels like a age, the last frame of the video with her smiling face seems to taunt you.

The man in the video is your husband of ten years and the woman is your neighbour.

You feel like someone has just punched all of the air from your chest as you sit there. It's not the fact that your husband cheated on you, he has been sleeping around since before you got married. When he figured out you were too spineless to leave him he stopped even trying to hide it from you, coming home late at night with the stink of sex clinging to him.

It's not even the fact that he is sleeping with your neighbour, that is something you have know for a year now. You walked in on her with his cock halfway down her throat. Even now you can hear your husband loudly telling her that you would not say shit as you slammed the door closed.

Yet that was not what hurt.

What hurt was the fact that he had made this video, put it on to the computer you both shared and then left himself logged in with it open for you to find. He was taunting you, not just with the video but the folder of images it was in. A hundred pictures of him in bed with women and in everyone they had that same smile on their faces.

As you stared at those smiling faces, women smiling as your husband slipped his unprotected cock in to them, something finally snapped as a single word burned itself in to your mind.

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