DELIVERANCE - caught in the act

I didn’t want to be a homo.  I kept praying, “remove this demon from me.  Remove it God.”  I was on my knees for so long, they were hurting.  I was crying hysterically.  Please God remove this off of me.  Remove it!  I was in the house alone.  My wife and kids were gone.  And I didn’t think that they were coming back.  She had walked in on the most devastating, destructive sight she could have ever imagined. 

“How could I have been so sloppy with it?  What the fuck was I thinking? She caught me cheating.  God I wished it was that simple, but it got worst.  She caught me cheating with a man.  And as unbearable as that was, it got worst.  She caught me getting fucked in the ass.  Dammit!! I was sure I had at least an hour left”

The images kept replaying in his head.  “She walked in like she knew something was going on.  She didn’t make a sound.  She didn’t even pull in the driveway.  She knew it was another woman.  She knew I had been seeing her for a while.  She had even questioned me.  My sex drive had dropped tremendously.  I wasn’t intimate with her, and when I was it was brief, and without foreplay.  I was impatient and resorted to less and less conversation.  Her suspicions were up, and she was on a mission to see who this bitch was that was stealing her man and destroying her family.

I’m sure she heard the moaning as she approached that stairwell that led to our bedroom.  I’m sure she heard a mans voice saying, “yeah bitch through that shit back,”.  It wasn’t my voice.  It was much deeper, more monotone.  But in her mind she had decided that it was my voice changed as a result of the pleasure I was receiving.  She created an entirely different scenario in her head.  One that involved a woman.  The thought of me and a man was too much, and in her mind impossible.  I was her husband, former Marine, athlete, and former boxer.  I was to her a man’s man.

She had built her life around me.  We were still young, and we had both accomplished so much.  I was 30, she was 29.  We were well educated, successful and had achieved the American Dream.  A beautiful home, two kids, and financially rewarding careers.  I had placed a 10 karat ring on her finger that made most women look at their husbands as inadequate.  Our wedding resembled those of many celebrities.  She was beautiful, I was handsome.  We were in excellent shape.  The envy of most of our peers.  And now I was ruining everything.  Our perfect world was about to be flipped upside down forever.   The humiliation would be devastating.  So she took the day off and waited.  She called my job and found out that I hadn’t gone in.  Damn my assistant.  She plotted and waited, praying she was wrong.  But when she called my cell phone and I told her I was at work about to run into a meeting, she knew the Devil was in the midst and that I was lying.

She left the firm early that day.  Everyone kept asking her what was wrong.  She did her best to keep the tears from rolling down her eyes, but every time the question was asked she felt weak.  She was hungry but couldn’t eat.  She was thirsty but couldn’t drink.  She made the decision to go to the house.  But then again she thought, there was no way her husband would be stupid enough to bring another bitch in her house, in their home.  There was some respect he had for her and their family, even if he was a cheating lying dog.  He wouldn’t do that.  He couldn’t do that.  But then again she never thought he would cheat on her or lie to her like he just had. 

She drove down the highway like she was OJ being chased by the cops.  She didn’t care if the cops pulled her over.  She couldn’t control herself.  Every part of her body was animated, and her head felt like someone took a sludge hammer to it.    She talked to herself the whole way, cursing his name and the day she married him.  She should have had an abortion both times, that way she could just walk away.  And how long had this other bitch been in the picture?  How long had he been living a lie?  How long was he sticking his dick in this fucking skank! 

She parked her car around the corner.  Just in case he was home, she didn’t want to give him any time to get his whore out the house, but of course he wasn’t going to be home.  He wouldn’t be that disrespectful, nor that stupid.  She walked around the corner holding her breath.  When she saw his car in the driveway.  Her stomach collapsed and she lost her breath.   For a moment she couldn’t move.  For a moment her legs turned into cement.  It was rage that allowed her, even forced her to keep going.  She walked up the cobblestone driveway, and slid her key out of her pocket carefully making sure it didn’t dangle against the other keys.  The door opened slowly, and she entered the house, preparing for her own demise.  The tears were running down her face.  They had never stopped.

She crept up the stares, heart racing, but struggling to hold her breath.  Her stomach was twisted in knots.  Thank God the steps were carpeted. It masked the creaks.  She asked herself if she was sure she wanted to go any further.  She kept pausing and taking deep breaths but inside she knew she had to see this all the way through.  She had to end the sleepless nights.  At work she hadn’t even been able to focus on anything.  Her appetite had suffered, and for the first time in her life her hair was thinning.  No.  This wasn’t optional.  It had to be done.  Furthermore she wanted this bitch in her house to know who she was.

Despite what was clear and obvious.  She prayed that she was misinterpreting things.  She prayed that there was another explanation.  Her mind searched for alternative excuses to justify it all, but nothing came to mind.   The floor was vibrating.  The smell was in the air. Every breath felt poisonous.  She hated that she had to breathe, that she had to inhale this intoxicating fume into her system.  The salty tears running down her face had completely distorted her make up.  In all her confusion she had a funny thought, “great this bitch gone see me for the first time and I look a hot damn mess.”

Her mind, against her will, had settled on what was happening.  She finally reached the top of the stairs.  The corridor that led to the bedroom door was never ending.  Step by step she tiptoed.  The sounds of the lustful abomination taking place in her home got louder and louder as she approached closer and closer.  Her husband was fucking the hell out of this bitch.  So this was where all his energy was going.  This was why he couldn’t stay hard for long when he was with her. He couldn’t fuck his wife, but he could fuck this whore. What did this bitch have on her?  She thought.  “I’m beautiful, young and in damn good shape.  Not to mention I’m a freak in bed.”  But apparently this bitch was doing something special, because she had managed to change her husband’s voice. He never sounded that deep when he was fucking her.   “Who was this bitch?” 

His voice sounded so aggressive.  “Yeah bitch. Take that dick.  Yeah bitch take that dick.”  He was repeating it over and over.  Then she heard his hand smacking her ass.  The sound reverberated through her soul.    

The bedroom door………Their bedroom door was half way open.  She could see the shadows bouncing around on the wall. “Got damn you feel good”.  She almost vomited.  She never thought she would be in this predicament.  Tears streaming out of control.  She knew that she would forever be destroyed after this.  Shaking with every step she stuck her head in the door with her eyes closed. 

I didn’t even see her.  I was so caught up in what I was doing.  Plus I was facing the window.  She heard the smacking.  Her mind visualized me fucking this woman from the back the way I use to do her.  She knew that consistent smacking sound.  Nuts against skin.

It took her a minute, but she opened here eyes.  A horror gripped her by the throat, then ripped her heart out, and sent her pain to the most severe tormented state.  She blinked several times.  She thought she was hallucinating.  “It cant be”.  She mumbled.  But still neither he nor I heard anything.  The sounds of our activity drowned out her cries, and her words.  She dropped to her knees.  Secretly she asked God to kill her.  A woman.  Another woman she thought.  But not another man.  She watched in the corner as this man fucked me in my ass.  I was on my knees on our carpeted floor getting fucked.  Her man, her husband was getting fucked in the ass the way he use to fuck her in the ass.  And I was more verbal than she ever was.  My legs were spread wide.  The man who was fucking me was calling me his bitch.  “you my bitch right, you my bitch right nigga.  This my ass bitch.”  I yelled out, “Yeah Dee, this ya ass nigga anytime you want it.”  She heard it all.  She watched it all.  Finally Dee yelled out, “damn this ass good.  I’m about to bust.  Where you want it.”.  I responded on my face nigga, bust on my face.”  He pulled out, I maneuvered around to face him.  Instead I got the horror of my life as Devlin shot a bucket of cum on my face.  Her eyes were stained red.  She was holding her heart, and I was looking her directly in the face.

She mouthed the words, “WHY”