My wife Slave of Lust

The Tragedy of Red Velvet

Bad thoughts begin to cross my mind. However, I don't want to assume it myself before asking my wife directly. Because I don't want to regret my stupidity anymore, remembering an experience has taught me how to think wisely without emotional frills.

I immediately placed the paper bag on the table, then pushed it up to the second floor. When both of my legs were already standing in front of the door, I could hear the sound of the jokes of two adults of different sexes. They were heard laughing lightly on the sidelines of the baby's voice chatter.

DEG DEG DEG

The sound of my heart until it sounded into the ear cavity, so fast and tight pumping. My body instantly petrified like a statue without a body. Moreover, after hearing their laughter and jokes that are getting longer and more burning chest cavity.

The door to the room was still partially open, so it was easy for me to see the uncivilized scene recorded directly by my round lens. Without the need for a sophisticated camera even hidden, I can see it myself.

Instantly my memory dragged back self-awareness to the dialogue between me and my wife, before leaving for the city the other day. Is this why he refused my invitation? He made a play as if he really did not want me to go, but in fact he stabbed a dagger right in my back.

Both of my knees seemed no longer able to support the weight and weight of the mind. Because my heart had imagined a warm encounter before, but my eyes had instead witnessed how bitter the greeting of reality was. The fact that I have to know something that has been hidden.

Has the local day of the apocalypse arrived?

Should I accept everything with a chest? No. gabe. It just can't. It's not fair I guess.

With agile movement, the door leaf kusibak room perfectly. Causing the sound of a successful thump deafened their ears. I was intentionally. Deliberately evaporate the tightness that had squeezed the chest cavity earlier.

"What the hell is this, Vida?!" My voice sounds so blaring. I think the next door neighbor can listen to him.

With both the red netra extinguished and the ghastly facial expression I stared at the two who were now immersed in a aghast fashion. Vida suddenly stood up from her position that was sitting leaning against the man's chest. While the man was still sitting comfortably on the mattress that previously housed their bodies.

What makes my emotions even more sticking is that it turns out that the man who is with my wife right now is the same man I met at the pastry shop. Instantly my horn just came out without any more cues.

I added a step to get close to them, then grabbed the collar of the man's shirt, then landed a crushing blow on his face many times. Vida sounded almost blaring. While I'm still venting my emotions as I please.

"Darling, stop!" Vida tried to pull my arm. However, I violently brushed his hand to make him bounce back.

I again gave the welcome to the man whom I did not even know his identity, until his face was covered in red liquid. His body fell on the floor as I landed my last bogeman with all the flames of anger.

Vida seems to be a pervert, between wanting to get to me or having to help her lover. But I don't care anymore. The body of my son's bully, holding him tightly, then passed leaving them without saying a word.