5-Sexy Yarns
Chapter 1
JACK
I had noticed a familiar car out front of the house but hadn’t been able to place it as I paid the taxi driver.
Just as I sat my luggage down in the living room, I heard loud guttural moaning coming from the master bedroom.
I quickly recognized Jenny’s voice and then Robert’s.
Jenny: Yesssssss Robert! Fuck me. Fuck me like your own personal slut.
Robert: That’s right you cheating little bitch. This slut cunt belongs to me.
I had to swallow hard to keep from puking. Slowly, as if my legs were in quick sand, I started up the hall towards my bedroom.
Jenny: Gaaawwwd I love how you fuck me Bobby.
Robert: I bet this is much better than your husband ever gives you.
Without even thinking about it I had started the video and audio on my cell phone.
Jenny: Yes! Only you can fuck me this good!
Jenny: Take me Bobby! Take this pussy and make it yours.
Robert: Did you do like I told you?
Robert: Did you stop taking the pill so I can knock you up?
Jenny: No Bobby. Not that! I couldn’t do that to Jack.
Robert: But you can spread your legs wide for me whenever I want for the last 5 years?
Jenny: Yes Bobby. I can’t say no.
It was just then that I came to the doorway and stepped into the room, holding the camera up to record them naked on my bed fucking like wild animals.
“YES JENNY! SPREAD YOUR LEGS WIDE OPEN FOR YOUR SISTER’S SHITBAG HUSBAND,” I Hollered.
“SHIT-SHIT…FUCK-FUCK,” Two voices gasped as two bodies jerked away from each other and hands tried to conceal nakedness.
“What-What are you doing home?” Jenny stuttered. “Oh? Does my coming home early have something to do with you being naked in my bed fucking your sister’s husband? Does my being here have anything to do with you fucking Bobby for the past five years?”
Both faces showed deep concern now. “Yeah, I heard everything you fucking said you shitbag,” I growled at Robert. “You best get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house,” I rasped.
“Please…Please don’t say anything to Krista.
I don’t want to hurt her this way,” Robert pleaded.
“Oh? But it was okay to hurt me this way? It was oaky to diddle my wife for 5 years cheating on me and your own wife,” I hollered.
“I think she has a right to know what a sleazy shithead you are. Fucking her sister no less,” I pointed out.
“Please Jack! I’ll do anything you ask. Just please don’t tell Krista. I promise this is over and I will never touch Jenny again!” Robert was sobbing now.
“You see how much tougher he is than I am,” I hissed at Jenny. “He was so much better in bed than me…wasn’t he?” I yelled. “He was such a better man that you couldn’t say no. You couldn’t wait to spread your legs for him,” I shouted. “Now he’s pissing himself like a scolded dog,” I hissed.
I shut off the video and audio on my phone and shoved my phone in my back pocket. “You make me sick!” I hissed at my wife. Then I went to the den to get my laptop and went back to the living room. The clothes in my suitcase could last me two weeks after I launder them.
I backed my hummer out of the garage just as Robert was pulling away from in front of the house. Jenny came out onto the front stoop and saw me loading my laptop and suitcase into my vehicle. “Where are you going?” she sobbed. “Away from you,” I screamed.
Jenny was standing on the stoop bawling her eyes out as I backed the Hummer. “What about Thanksgiving?” she yelled over at me. “Fuck you,” I answered.
I had my teeth gritted as I drove the 30 miles to my Mom’s house in Everett. I feel a knot in my gut in what I will have to tell my mom and sister who live together since my sister’s divorce from a cheating husband.
One thing is for sure. I will have a much better Thanksgiving in Everette than I would in Seattle. Nothing beats a mother’s cooking or a mother’s love. I will just relax and decompress from my shock.