It was only a few minutes after the stranger had downed the entire glass that Sofiya reached over and grabbed his hand, “Come on, baby, let’s get this party started.”
Charlie watched as they left the bar, the stranger very obviously looking down at his wife’s cleavage. He was a little worried, his wife was already a tall woman but this guy was much taller and had way more muscle. If he wanted to overpower her, he could. She was strong, but maybe she wasn’t strong enough in this case. After all, a good portion of the altercations she got into usually ended because she was intimidating.
Ray walked past, “You might want to go get her, Charles.”
Charlie fished out a twenty-dollar bill and slid it across the counter, “Sure thing. Have a nice night.”
He didn’t stick around the bar for long. He practically jogged out of the bar, just in time to see his wife’s car pulling out of the parking lot, her red taillights illuminating the parking lot and his motorcycle which was parked next to a dumpster. He just made out the guy in the passenger seat, looking quite animated as he talked.
Charlie smirked and ran towards his bike. He knew a certain shortcut home and considering he wasn’t drunk, he’d be back home way before his wife. He stopped at his bike, leaning down to pick up an old cardboard box and tearing it open, yanking out his helmet. Soon, he was flying out of the parking lot like a missile.
As expected, the house’s lights were off when he got there. His car was parked in the driveway but his wife’s was nowhere to be found. He grinned, quickly opening the garage and riding in. He had maybe five minutes to get ready before his wife got there and if she caught him, she wouldn’t be happy.
He turned off his bike, climbing off and running over towards a coil of rope. His heart was racing and his limbs were shaking. He hadn’t felt excitement like this in a while, he really ought to do stuff like this more often. He threw off his helmet and nearly crashed through the door to the rest of the house before stomping upstairs towards the bedroom.
Charlie’s footsteps echoed throughout the house, something he knew he had to remember. His house was big but not big enough to hide his presence if he decided to make as much noise as possible. He snuck into the bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights and instead moving into the closet. He fished out inside until finally, his hands landed on the pistol case he had stashed right next to his dress shoes.
It was only a few minutes later when he heard the downstairs door swing open and the sound of two people laughing. Charlie crouched near the closet door, one hand holding the coil of rope and the other holding the Glock.
The sound of two people walking into the bedroom as well as the lights flicking on made him smile. He peered through the crack of the closet door and saw his wife being carried in by the stranger, his hands hooked underneath her thighs as they walked in. He grunted as he threw her onto the bed. She looked towards the closet and nodded while the stranger struggled with his shirt.
It was at that exact moment that Charlie emerged from the closet and walked behind the stranger, hitting him in the back of the head with the pistol. A pained grunt escaped him as he collapsed to the floor, his shirt still wrapped around his face.
“What the fuck?” The stranger sounded just as confused as anyone else would be in his situation.
“Shut up.” Sofiya hissed, watching as Charlie tied up his hands and feet. Then he dragged him over towards the wall, propping him up and pulling his shirt off.
“Hey.” Charlie smiled.
“You!” The stranger shouted, “You’re her husband! The fuck are you doing here?”
“Oh, nothing.” He flashed the Glock, “Just having fun.”
At the sight of the gun, the stranger’s face dropped and his tone changed completely. “H-hey, man, I wasn’t going to do anything, I swear.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Charlie chuckled, “You and I both know that’s a lie.” He looked back towards his wife, “Honey, what do we do with liars?”
Sofiya smiled devilishly, “I think you already know.”
“You set me up?!” The stranger thrashed, “You fucking whore!”
“Rude.” She shook her head, “Honestly, the rude one here is you. What kind of man tries fucking a married woman?”
“You led me on!” He howled.
“So?” She shrugged, “I told you I was married. You knew what would happen if my husband caught you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” Charlie said, “Instead, I want you to watch.”
“Watch what?” The stranger asked.
“You’ll see.”
Charlie smiled as he walked over towards Sofiya, who crawled sexily on all fours to meet him. She sat up and grabbed his shirt, leaning in and kissing him. He could never get tired of kissing her, her lips were so full and warm that he’d have to be a mad man to reject a kiss. The taste of her was unlike any other taste that ever graced his lips, even the sweetest candy couldn’t compare.
“Man, the fuck is this shit?” The stranger struggled.
Sofiya broke the kiss, “I’ll tell you what this is. You thought you were going to cuck my husband tonight but instead, you’re the one being cucked. Who knows, maybe you might learn a little something about how to actually fuck.”
Charlie smirked as her hand drifted down towards his belt. He couldn’t not feel proud as she undid his belt and fly. He’d seen this view a dozen times and yet he still couldn’t resist slapping her round and tempting ass. A low moan escaped her lips as she started pulling his pants and boxers down in an almost hungry way. He set the pistol on the nightstand and let her do her magic.
“I don’t want to see this shit, let me out.”
Charlie ignored the stranger as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Sofiya reached towards his cock but he wasn’t having it. He reached underneath her arms and lifted her up, tossing her onto her back as she cried out. He had to admit, he always did love turning the tables on her like this. She was always challenging him in the bedroom but no matter what, the results were always the same: she would be on his cock and screaming.
Sofiya had a surprised look on her face before she grinned and kicked off her heels, spreading her legs wide open to reveal the black lace panties underneath. She reached down and pulled her dress up, showing off the pale skin covered by her garter belt and stockings. Her legs were utter perfection, he couldn’t resist running a hand up her thick thighs before releasing the straps of her garter belt and working on pulling her panties off.
Between her cooing words of encouragement and the stranger cursing, Charlie couldn’t help but smile as he settled in between her legs. He set her legs on his shoulders and reached down, rubbing his tip up and down her folds. She looked down with a hot gaze, eyes lingering on him rubbing against her.
It wasn’t long before she looked back up, “Fuck me already.” She pointed to the stranger, “Fuck me better than he could over hope to.”
Charlie looked towards the stranger and sure enough, he looked like he was on the verge of crying. That was a first, he’d never had the attempted bulls cry during this. Shout and curse, sure, but cry? He wasn’t expecting that.