Did She Cheat?

"Carl! You must go quickly, please. I'm working. Go home and I promise I will explain everything later. Please trust me sweetie. Leave now."

But the option to retreat was lost almost immediately when the large bearded man came up behind Sue in the doorway.

"Who the hell's the joker? He's no waiter?" the man boomed.

"I'm her husband, you asshole," Carl sneered. "Who the hell are you?"

Sue closed her eyes as in pain and the guy broke out in laughter.

"Fucking priceless. The hooker is married. HAH, who'd have thought? "

Carl was getting increasingly pissed at the guy.

"You can bet your worthless whoring scumbag ass she's married and she's coming with me right now! So you better pack your shit and get the hell..."

A gun appeared in the bearded mans hand so fast Carl never saw where it came from.

"The hell she's leaving! I've paid top dollar and I'm getting my moneys worth from this bitch. You can get her when I'm done, if there's anything left. For now Mr. Glock here says you ain't going nowhere wimp ass."

While he was being duct taped to a chair Carl kept staring at Sue with an expression of loathing mixed with sadness. Betrayal. Even now she was betraying him.

Sue bent down and kissed his cheek tenderly before taping his mouth.

"Please don't look at me like that sweetie. He's right. I have accepted payment for a job and I must finish it. My reputation is at stake. Don't worry, I won't be long. Please trust me, ok?"

The big guy laughed again.

"Don't count on her not being long cuckold. I can go for hours; even with a chick as hot as Xenia. She'll be bowlegged before I'm done with her. I hope you took a good piss before you came here."

"Xenia?" Carl thought.

"A business name sweetie," Sue said and winked as if she had read his mind.

"I don't give a flying shit what your goddamned name is slut," the big man growled. "I need you on my cock now. Haven't had any goddamned pussy for weeks. So get the on with it or I'll waste the cuck!"

He rolled back on the bed and his manhood protruded upwards from the robe. The guy was exceptionally well endowed, Carl noticed with a pang of jealousy. Well endowed and obviously very horny.

And worse yet: It seemed like Sue was actually going to make him watch her fuck that asshole!

Some men would have given anything to be in Carl's shoes at this moment, but Carl himself was not one of them. He had never before felt as powerless as he did right there and then. It was like watching his marriage being smashed to pieces right in front of him. His beloved wife - yes he realized that he really did love Sue with all his heart and probably always would - was acting like a complete slut to a guy who was everything Carl was not. A guy who called her degrading names and who wouldn't think twice about murdering them both. He felt his eyes fill with tears of frustration and sadness.

But there was nothing he could do. He was truly powerless.

"I'm right here big daddy," Sue said seductively and straddled her customer. She was wearing sexy black bottomless lingerie with garters under the robe and looked hot enough to make a rubber chicken hard.

Despite his anger Carl found himself wishing that he could have her in his bed dressed like this. Just once. Maybe he could make it part of the divorce settlement. Oh yes, divorce was the only option after this. When she chose her John over him Sue effectively ended their marriage. Ok there was the gun of course, but she didn't even try.

Carl noticed with amusement that Sue's boobs seemed to have grown from nothing to a good B-size.

"Bet the top is padded," he thought.

Probably with something that felt natural because the John had grabbed her a few times without seeming to notice. That also meant that he never actually got to touch Sue's real boobs. Unless he removed the lingerie of course but no sane guy would ever do that. Somehow this made Carl feel a little better.

"At least her boobs are still mine," he mused.

And he sure could use something to make him feel better right about now because watching the action on the bed made him feel like shit. Still he couldn't help watching. It was like a bad accident. Like when you know that you ought to close your eyes or risk getting an awful image permanently etched onto your retina but can't help staring anyway.

Sue was still straddling the guy, but now sliding her pussy back and forth along his cock gradually wetting his shaft with her juices. Her John seemed to enjoy himself immensely and though she had her back to him Carl could tell that Sue trembled slightly every time his cockhead passed over her clitoris.

After a little more 'pussy-sliding' she lifted her ass so the tip of the cock caught the edge of her vaginal opening, and without further preliminaries sat up and took the entire length inside in one motion.

"Gaaaah," the guy croacked and threw his head back in pleasure.

Sue sat still for a second or two, as if taking a moment to absorb the flashes of pleasure generated by the sudden penile intrusion, and then she proceeded to ride him with full strokes. There was no mistaking that the guy was liking that a lot.

"Ride it baby. I'm your wild bronco. Come on. HEEHAW! Pound that dick! Arrh... yes..."

Carl watched the guy's slippery fat cock slide in and out of his wife, soaking her pussy with a white gooey residue as the rapid pumping whipped her own juices into a foaming grease.

She kept up the pace for a few minutes before suddenly throwing herself violently forward on top of the guy. He gave a short raspy moan, spasmed a few times and then they both lay still.

"That was fast," Carl thought to himself.

****

Sue rose slowly from the bed and the semi-flaccid cock slipped out of her with a farting sound. She grabbed the John's shirt from the floor and quickly wiped herself between the legs before rushing to Carl and start cutting away the tape with a pair of scissors.

"I'm so sorry sweetie..." she began, but Carl briskly pushed her aside and strode to the bed. Never before in his life had he hated anybody as much as he hated this guy and he was going to have it out with him; gun or no gun.

"You fucking asshole!" he began, but then he spotted the spike in the guy's bloody eye. The other eye looked straight up in an unseeing gaze. Carl reeled back.

"Sue! This man is... dead! Oh shit, he is dead. He's really dead!"

"I know," Sue smiled. "I checked his pulse."

"But he's... he's... he's..."

"Dead," sweetie. "You said that already."

"But how? Oh shit! How did it happen?"

"A hairpin through the eye socket. Fast and efficient; clean too. There's hardly any bleeding. I saw it in a Japanese movie once. Awesome, eh?"

"You?"

"You see anybody else around here sweetie?" Sue laughed and pushed him down in the chair.

"You killed that man Sue?"

"Yes."

"And are you planning on sticking one of those things in me next?"

"Huh? Of course not sweetie. But you are gonna stick something in me right now."

She fished out his cock and began massaging it.

"Sue! You just fucked that guy over there. That DEAD guy over there. How can we possibly do this now? And here?"

Sue smiled and kept on working his cock with her skilled fingers.

"But I didn't really fuck him sweetie. I just distracted him long enough to get close. You saw how paranoid he was. I mean a gun in the bathrobe? Jeez, what a looser. So I used the pussy tactic. It never fails. But it has one unfortunate side effect..."

She stared intensely at her husband with a smile that made him feel like a bowl of raw hamburger in a dog pound.

"... it leaves me extremely horny. So I'm very happy you're here sweetie. Very happy indeed."

Carl's cock was getting painfully hard now in her expert hand and he was breathing heavily. He couldn't help it. She knew all of his triggers and wasn't afraid of using them.

He made a final desperate attempt at temperance and common sense.

"Sue, please. There's a fucking dead body in the room with us. You get that? There's a corpse in the bed, for crying out loud!"

"Oh Carl. You always know exactly what to say to drive me wild. I love you so much. I gotta have you inside me. NOW!"

She sat down on top of him in the chair and guided his cock inside. He had expected her to be loosened up after riding the monster-cock of the dead asshole but she felt just as tight as usual, only a lot wetter. Immediately she started gyrating while kissing him deeply. Sue was always a great kisser and her exploring tongue soon made him forget all minor mundane annoyances like being out of milk, needing new front tires on the car, having a dead body in the bed...

Soon -- much too soon - Carl felt his defenses crumble and the effort needed to keep from going off prematurely gradually grew to herculean proportions. Luckily Sue was balancing on the edge as well. Her gyrating motions became increasingly faster and suddenly she buried her head in his shoulder and sunk her teeth into his flesh. The flash of pain made Carl's concentration slip and with a roar he started pumping his warm seed into her pulsating pussy. She in turn was clinging to him for dear life while her orgasm washed through her shivering body like a scalding flood of all-consuming raw pleasure.

They held on to each other in post-coital recovery and enjoyed the closeness for a while. Sue kissed Carl's shoulder tenderly.

"Sorry sweetie. I bit you and now you're bleeding."

"Even if you had eaten the entire fucking arm the sex was totally worth it," Carl replied dreamily. "Holy crap Sue! That was the best ever."

Sue giggled and got up on shaking legs. She picked up her clothes from the floor.

"We should get dressed and prepare to leave sweetie. The cleaners will be here soon."

"The cleaners? Shit! We need to get rid of... that... that thing on the bed Sue! I think we need black garbage sacks. Or a big suitcase. And a chainsaw. Or we could roll it in a carpet and carry it outside..."

Sue laughed happily.

"That is so sweet Carl. You actually want to protect me from getting in trouble? Don't worry. It's a special cleaning company, and I have an arrangement with them. They take twenty-five percent of the contract, but in return they get rid of everything. Expensive but totally worth it."

"Bodies too?"

"Oh yes; both marks and colatterals. And the crew foreman is a retired FBI forensics specialist, so they miss nothing. I've trusted them for years. Uncle Sam uses them too for domestic wet work."

"You got paid to kill that man?"

"Sure did. Great isn't it?" Sue giggled.

"But how long have you..."

"Been killing people? Oh, for a long time sweetie. Since we met actually. Remember Ryan Metcalfe?"

"The quarterback? Unfortunately, yes. He kicked my ass a few times back in college," Carl sighed. "He dropped dead on the track one day though. Bad heart, or so I heard."

"Not really," Sue said and winked. "I got very angry with him because he hit my boyfriend, so one day when we were alone on the track I asked him for an autograph. As the pompous fool bent down to write in my book, I slammed a screwdriver into his ear as hard as I could. He fell over without a sound, jerked a few times and was dead."

"You killed a guy for beating me up?" Carl was stunned.

"Well I did have a second agenda sweetie. Remember what happened the day they found Ryan dead?"

"We... we had sex for the first time Sue. You came running to my room like a bitch in heat and practically ripped my clothes off. Are you saying that killing Ryan made you excited?"

Sue smiled her radiant smile.

"Did it ever! It was totally awesome. I realized then that I couldn't possibly go back to killing pets and farm animals. What a rush. This was what I was born to do."

"Crap! You seriously have like a... a murder fetish Sue?"

"Guess so. But I wish you would stop making it sound like it's a bad thing," she continued with a somber expression. "At least I'm not into perverse shit like whips and chains and stuff like that."

"Please don't take this the wrong way, ok? But you're fucking insane!" Carl blurted out.

"Come on sweetie." Sue said patiently and caressed his cheek. " Thousand of people die every day; mostly in vain or for a stupid reason. Where is the harm in me killing some for a good reason? "

"And you're actually getting paid? What do you do with the money?"

Sue smiled again.

"You have them sweetie; you just don't know it. There's a Cayman account in your name with a seven-figure balance. That way you will get the money if something should happen to me, even if you didn't know about the account. Let's face it; my job isn't exactly low risk."

"My wife of twenty two years is a practicing murder fetishist," Carl repeated through his palms. "My life is turning into a fucking sitcom."

"If you keep using the F-word I might just have to jump your bones again," Sue said and sent him a naughty smile," but sadly we don't have time."

"So you kill people for money and you get sexually excited doing it?" Carl said again.

"I don't understand it myself sweetie, but yes. I love my job. This is what I am; this is what I do, and I'm very good at it. You might say that I've made my hobby into a career. I'm sorry I never told you about it, but I was so scared that you would ask me to quit or maybe even leave me. You're my man and I love you so much. I can't bear the thought of being without you and the kids."

She looked pleadingly at him with a worried expression.

"You won't, will you? Are we ok sweetie? Are you very angry with me?"

Carl inhaled sharply. "Well Sue, I will..."

There was a loud crash and the door busted open. Mr. Jelnek stepped inside, gun in hand and a worried expression on his face. He looked relieved when he saw Carl alive and well.

"Mr. Phelps! Good to see you. Are you all right?"

They heard a sharp 'PLOP' and Mr. Jelnek fell forward like a sack of potatoes. Behind him in the doorway Chris stood brandishing a strange looking black gun with a very thick barrel.

"Got him!" she said triumphantly and kicked the corpse. Then she spotted Carl and broke into a big smile.

"Daddy! You're helping mom with work too? Awesome!"

Before the stunned Carl had time to answer, Sue took at step forward looking grimly at her daughter.

"Christine Phelps! I cannot BELIEVE what you just did!"

Once again Carl was baffled. Was Sue actually going to lecture Chris after what she just did herself?

"What have I told you time and time again?" Sue demanded.

Chris looked down in embarrassment and shuffled her feet.

"When using 22 subsonics ALWAYS double tap," she quoted from memory. "Sorry mom, I forgot."

Christine pointed her gun at the remains of Mr. Jelnek and there was another 'PLOP'-sound.

"Good. Now come here both of you," Sue said smiling and pulled her husband and her daughter into a big family hug.

Carl was still fighting to absorb the absurdness of the entire situation. His wife and his daughter had just killed two men right before his eyes and both acted as if it was no big deal. His entire life had basically gone from picket fence to freak-show in less than an hour. But while hugging his two girls he was suddenly struck with the realization that he really didn't give a shit. He loved them both with all his being and true love is unconditionally.

And with understanding came acceptance.

"Love you guys," he said, and meant it.

****

"So you see Dub, Sue wasn't cheating on me after all. Sure she had to seduce a guy once in a while, but she never let them fool around longer than necessary, and she always dealth with them before they came in her. So it wasn't really cheating y'know. I can't tell you how relieved I am old friend."

Dubya huffed and gave a short bark.

"You can say that again! When she comes home from work she's so horny we almost fuck each other unconscious. It's amazing. And she's got a lingerie collection you wouldn't believe. It will take a while before I've test-driven all of it."

Carl held up the leash over a low bush as they passed on each side of it. Dubya lifted his legs and gave it a few streaks of fertilizer.

"I know, I know. Sue kills people for a living. But hey, nobody's perfect. We all have our little quirks and edges, right? At least she doesn't smoke..."

"Woof," Dubya answered. That's his opinion and he's sticking to it.