Dinner passed and night had set. I lied in bed. I could smell it, the man she was with. It filled the room , an aroma of lust. The bathroom door opened and out came my wife, in her most expensive leingere. I knew what she wanted, so who was I to deny her of her sins. She moved and twisted until my hands landed on here throat, softly. She must have been thinking of many things, passion, lust, her little plaything. All I could think about was how easy it would've been to take her little neck and snap it, felling the joints shift under the skin letting out a loud pop, right before her corpse fell flat on the bed. This, was the only orgasmic thought I had that night. The fact that the smell of her sin would be covered by a scent of revenge was more satisfying than the sex. Soon after she fell asleep, but not me. That single thought replayed over and over in my head. No, that would be too quick, too easy. She tore me apart, and like mama always said "karma is a bitch"
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A Father's Touch
Mystère / ThrillerA loving father comes home early to find his wife with another man. When he finishes his plan, she'll wish he would've killed her
