I came home at my normal time on Friday and was surprised Susan my wife wasn’t home yet. I got off at five o’clock and was always home by five-thirty. Susan got off at four and was usually home before me.

I assumed that she was going out with her coworkers after work. She often did that on Fridays, but would let me know beforehand, so I wouldn’t worry.

I started dinner and set the table, before beginning to prepare dinner for the two of us.

Dinner was ready about six-thirty when I heard her car pull into the driveway. I waited in the kitchen as I heard her walking up to the door, giggling and laughing loudly.

At first, I thought that she must be chatting on her phone, but then I heard, “Stop that, we’ll have time when we get in the house.” Followed by more giggling.

“Stop that now. You’re being naughty. Wait till we get to my room.”

I suddenly got a bad feeling.

The door opened and in walked my wife with another man. She looked right at me with a big smile and said, “Honey, how are you? This is Mike.”

She put her arms around Mike like they were long-lost lovers. “I see you have dinner ready for us. Hey, we’ll be ready to eat in about a half hour. That ok with you? You can keep it warm till then.” Then she then took Mike’s arm and dragged him to our bedroom. OUR, BEDROOM….

Distraught, I fell to my knees in shock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had just watched my wife of two years take another man into our room, right in front of me. I wanted to say something, anything.

I wanted to scream, to yell “What the fuck do you think you’re doing you stupid bitch?” But my shock had momentarily deprived me of the ability to speak. I could only stare uncomprehendingly at the door to our bedroom with my heart pounding and my throat constricting.

Susan’s voice became loud… her cries of lust were easily heard through the door. “Oh, oh… my God… Yes, that's it, keep that up. Oh, Oh I am going to cum, already… Oh yes... Yes, Yes more… Just like that…. Don't stop. God, please don't stop……”

I crawled over to one of the dining room chairs and levered myself up off the floor. I could feel the bile rising from my stomach. I ran to the kitchen and barely made it to the sink before I hurled. I cleaned myself up, made it back to the table and sat down, exhausted.

As she’d predicted, about a half hour later, Susan and ‘Mike’ reappeared from the bedroom. She was wearing HIS shirt, and nothing else. He wore only his boxers. They came to the dining room table, where I was sitting still in shock and feeling like shit. They each took a seat and started to load their plates with food, that I had prepared, both acting like this was just a normal Friday evening.

“You’re not eating, dear?” Susan asked me.

I just stared at her incredulously.

“Oh, by the way dear, who was that woman you had lunch with yesterday at Danny’s Diner. About noon?”

I looked up for a second, trying to remember, then I told her, “My sister Cindi.”

My sister and I go to lunch a couple times a month. Yesterday, Cindi was proudly showing me her new hairstyle and color. Susan was well aware of Cindi’s and my regular lunch catch ups, and I had often invited her to join us if she ever saw us together.

Susan’s eyes went big. She suddenly turned white, dropped her fork, and fainted.

Stupid, soon-to-be-single, oxygen-thieving bitch.

Thank you for reading.