Betrayal, a word you never think of ’til it happens to you. The dictionary defines it as the action of betraying one’s country, a group, or a person; treachery.
Treachery, yeah that’s more of what I feel it is. As I said, no one really thinks of it ’til it happens to you.
Ok, to get everyone up to date, I am John Trumbel, six-foot, athletic build, chiseled chin. Sounds good to me right? If you ask my supposed loyal wife nothing could be further from the truth. In her words, I was boring, especially in bed.
I’m sorry I wasn’t raised by prostitutes, trained in every nuance of lovemaking. Ok, ok, so I’m not the most romantic, passionate man alive. I do care, again my wife, says I am so far from a romantic I am just plain pitiful.
I mean come on, I work my ass off to make sure we can live a good life. At the end of the day love, beyond a kiss and a hug, goes past my endurance. I even started at the gym to try and build that up, no dice.
So here I am coming home early from the gym feeling somewhat down. I figured I’d surprise her, that was ’til I walked in the front door to the sound of passionate moaning. I followed the sound thinking it wasn’t who or what I thought it was.
If there was something going on I wanted to have proof before I started accusing. Peeking around the corner into our bedroom, I was shocked to see not only my wife but her sister also.
Both were naked on top of each other rubbing their vaginas together at a furious pace. I wanted to step into the room, though the shock was keeping me stock still.
I know that when we met, my wife was slightly bi-sexual, mistakenly I thought that after she met me that ended. Hell, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
My wife is damn gorgeous though her younger sister was in a league above her. All I could do was stare at the sheer beauty of both women pleasuring each other.
I swear I could have watched them for hours, then the anger started to set in. How dare that bitch betray me like this! (yeah I know there’s that word) That’s when I heard my wife state, “Oh god Terri! So good, a hell of a lot better than John has ever been.”
I tensed up, that sounded like she was ready to bow out of our marriage. As I clenched my hands into fists I still resisted the urge to barge in possibly strangling the both of them. No, I needed to think this through before I did something completely stupid. Then again after what I just saw I was feeling stupid already.
My beautiful blond wife, plus her more-than-equally beautiful sister. Rolling around on our bed tasting each other to their mutual pleasure. To see them without knowing, you might swear that they were almost twins. I myself had mistaken my sister in law Terri, for my wife Kim on numerous times from the back.
Then there was the fact that, before I had fallen for my wife, I had lusted after her sister hard. Unfortunately, she had been married at the time, though at the time I hadn’t known that her mate was as sick as he was.
That was several years ago, with his passing over two years ago, I had watched her withdraw. Her once bubbly, cheerful personality had recessed to the point that she seemed a completely different person.
Shit ok, now I was torn, on the one hand, my bitch wife was betraying me. (Yeah I know THAT word again) Then there was my sister in law, who was showing more emotion than she had in the last few years.
There had to be something I could do, some way that I could make my bitch of a wife pay for this. Here I thought that both of us were happy, well as happy as we could be. I worked like a dog for her, why in the hell had she turned on me?
As I thought back over the last few years there had to be signs. Was I just too stupid, too much of a guy to have noticed? As I parked a few blocks away I let the extreme anger that I was feeling slowly fade away to a dull throb.
Finally calm, I sat back going over everything I could. When had things started to change? We’d only been married a few years, it wasn’t like we were an old static, married couple.
Then like a door opening I had an epiphany. It was when her brother in law had passed. To the day, I could see when she and her sister grew closer than they ever had.
I shook my head, a little over two years ago. Then her sister had finally sold her home, asking first, then moving in with us. We had a rather large home, thinking that we would start having children soon. I laughed out loud at this, not very fucking likely now.
Now I had to question, like I felt most guys in my position might, did she really love me? Had she really been sincere back then? Had she really been faithful, I know I sure as hell had?
Finally, the tears started to fall as the full effect of what all this meant hit home. I would be a loser, no wife, no love, no one to want me nor be there waiting for me when I got home.
No damnit! I wasn’t going to go down like this, nor was I going to allow her to get away with this. No, I needed a plan, a truly nasty, foul, as backstabbing as she had me, plan.
An almost evil smile lit up my face as I thought, I need to take her sister away from her. I needed to leave her without a lover as I now felt that I was.
As I thought about it, I remember the last two years that Terri had shown interest in me. Could I turn that to my advantage? Another smile came to my lips as I thought of Terri under me begging me to take her.
I wasn’t that big after all ’bout eight inches, though my girth was the thing that I thought kept my wife interested. The first time we had sex, I thought I had hurt her after I was in all the way.
Her gasps of pleasure after she adjusted to my size were what threw me off. I hadn’t moved thinking she would have screamed bloody murder. After a few minutes, she took a deep breath then started to pump herself faster and faster on me.
I had to admit, the orgasm she had was the loudest I had ever witnessed from a woman.
So you see I wasn’t boring, I was I guess you’d say, a nice guy. I care about my partner, I care how they feel. Hell, I thought for the longest time that I’d never find a woman that could take me.
Here I thought I had found the perfect woman for me. I looked at my watch, I had to return soon, or she’d start calling worried about me. HA! As if she was real about that. I ought to let her stew, no, I needed to be normal ’til I got this going.
Sure enough half an hour later my cell was going off playing the ringtone I placed for her calls.
“Are you alright?” I heard her voice on the other end. No hint of guilt, god what a superb actress she was turning into.
I took a deep breath I had to calm again before I spill the beans. “Yeah,” I replied. “Just had to stop on the way home, think I got a cramp. I might have overdone it a bit.”
“Oh hon,” I heard her honey-sweet voice. “Please be careful, take your time coming home, then I can put some muscle rub on you.” Damn it! She was damn good at this, just an hour before she had had her face planted between her sister’s legs. Now she was talking as if she hadn’t knifed me through the back and heart. Yeah, I had to make this bitch pay.
“I will be home as soon as I can,” I replied to her. God, I felt like retching at the complete lack of regard she obviously had for me or our marriage.
When I finally got home well over half an hour later she was at the door waiting on me. A look of great concern on her face as I falsely limped into the house.
I sat with a heavy thud in my favorite chair. She ran to get the rub then returned to start stripping me out of my clothes.
As I expected my cock rose to the occasion, the bastard, traitor. Her breathing heavy, she tried to put the rub on the spot on my leg that I told her as softly as she could. Actually, it had been hurting though not as bad as I put on.
I heaved a great sigh as I felt the heat start to work in, Kim returned a few moments later. Damn my traitorous cock was at full mast as she had removed all but her panties and bra.
“You look like you need some relief. Have you been like this since I talked to you?” She said looking at me, then my crotch. When I only nodded she pulled my hardness out of my jockey shorts, then proceeded to swallow me whole.