Cheating

Cheating
Well, what to do now? Marge walked in and caught him red handed. No, “red dicked” would be closer to the facts. Merry’s lipstick was smeared all over the head of his cock. Her lips were attached to the end of the damned thing and she had a suction going.

Dell looked up as his wife Marge stepped out on the back porch and looked at the scene before her. His mind searched and discarded a hundred logical reasons to explain how his cock ended up in his next door neighbor’s mouth. Had he really started to tell her, “This is not what it looks like?”

Marge got a look of outrage on her face. “Dell!” she exclaimed.

Merry was more practical, “Y’all ain’t goin’ to tell Sam, are you?” Sam was her husband.

Then Dell got pissed. After all, she had left him six months ago. He was the one who got left behind. He looked down at Merry. “Keep sucking,” he told her. She did because she did not know what else to do right then.

“What do you want, Marge?” he asked. “How did you open the front door?”

She was bent forward just a little. Tears filled her eyes. “Dell, I though you and me, well I thought…” Her voice trailed off.

“Oh boy!” he exclaimed as he cum. Her presence made it all the more intense.

“I better be going,” Merry said. “Sam will be back from the game in a little bit and, well, you know.” She went up on the porch, edged her way around Marge and went through the house to go home.

Once more, Marge tried to take the high ground. “Your peter is still hanging out. You want to put it away?”

“What do you want?” he demanded. He left it hang out.

“Well I thought we might put our little differences aside and try to reconcile our differences. Now, after watching you cheat with our next door neighbor, I don’t think I want to.”

“What soap operas have you been watching?” Marge was the only person I ever met who could build castles in the clouds, move in and then invite the neighbors to a party.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” she asked. Yes I did get it. She was a fucking nut and she was out of my life.

I grabbed Marge and shoved her back into the house. I dragged her through the house and out the front door. Merry came up the walk toward me as Marge finally took my not so subtle hint and left. I stepped back to let her enter. She had a black eye.

“Sam saw us in the back yard,” she said. “He called me names and told me to get out. Then he hit me. He said as soon as he finished his beer he was coming over here to beat the shit out of you.”

“I’m more concerned about Lacey than I am about Sam.