March 24th, 2014
His wife walked in on us.
I was on top, riding him to oblivion when I heard her footsteps approaching. But the only other thing you could hear echoing the room were our moans and grunts. When she finally made it to the room, I rode him harder, faster making him grunt loud enough so she'll know who he gets off on, who pleases him more.
Once we were done, I climbed off of him to face her. She took only look at me and stilled. She slapped me and yelled her lungs out.
She told me I was home-wrecker just like my mother, and in response I said, it takes one to know one.
He didn't even say anything to his wife once she spotted her, he just kissed me on my forehead and stalked off to take a shower, ignoring her like she wasn't even present in the room.
That was the last time I talked to my cousin, Valerie, but that was most definitely not the last I screwed her husband while I knew she was watching.
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From the Dead Girl
Short Storyin which her sister explains why she committed suicide.
