Revenge episode 1

Revenge!! Erotica Episode 1 .
The day I found out my wife
was cheating, I
wasn’t prepared. I had not been suspecting for
weeks, the sex wasn’t stale (at least not to me)
we weren’t going through a rough patch, nothing
of the sort. That very morning she had come out
of the shower and pressed her naked body
against me. I had to change my suit, shirt and
tie afterwards and I was late for a meeting with
my publisher but it was totally worth it. That’s
why when I walked into my home that afternoon,
3 hours earlier than normal, hoping to continue
from where we left off in the morning, I didn’t
expect to see my wife f—–g someone else in
the pool. My pool.
My first instinct was to pick a knife off the
kitchen cabinet. I almost did. If I had, I would
have killed one or both of them I wasn’t sure
who I wanted to kill more. The one I loved who
had broken my trust or the object of her
adulterous desires. Then I saw his face, and the
hand reaching to pull out a knife stopped in its
It wasn’t my brother or boss or best friend. It
was hers. Her best friend, the guy who had
always been there. They were friends before I
met her. Friends while we dated. Friends when
we got married and she asked me to make him
one of my groomsmen. Friends till now. At first
I was uncomfortable with how close they were.
She told me he was like a brother to her. Then
he got a girlfriend, a hot one, who he eventually
married and I never saw him in that light again.
Till now of course, in the harsh light of reality.
He had always been around it could have been
going on for years. If it had, that would make
me a fool. I was hurt, betrayed, angry, but I was
not a fool. Killing one or both of them right now
in a fit of rage would be illogical, foolish. They
were still at it in the pool oblivious to me for the
half hour I stood in my own kitchen watching my
wife betray me. Then I left.
At first, I was unsure what to do. I’m not a
gangster or military man, nor did I know any, so
getting him killed or beaten to within an inch of
his life was out of the question. I am an
author. A rather successful one. My last book
sold around 3 million copies each in 6 continents,
that is how I was able to afford the mansion in
Asokoro with a pool and tennis court on the
grounds that my stay at home by choice
wife had converted to a love nest.
I’m not physically intimidating either. I couldn’t
beat him up myself. The only tool I had, the only
weapon I had was my mind. I drove back to the
office. I knew the gateman would report that I
had been home. She called just as I walked into
my office. She sounded nervous. I told her that
I forgot my USB drive on the mantelpiece and I
had picked it up, used the guest bathroom and
returned to the office. That I had called out her
name but she didn’t respond so I figured she was
sleeping and since I wasn’t staying long I
decided not to disturb. She believed me. She
had to.
I sat in my office with the lights off. The
emptiness scared me tonight. I had rented the
office space in Gwarimpa to handle the business
side of the literary world and to have a zone. A
place away from home where I could come up
with ideas. I needed an idea badly that night. I
got a few. I went home that night, kissed my
wife, made love to her and slept like a baby.
She was surprised by how energetic the
lovemaking was, I told her I had come up with a
plot for my new book. I never showed my work
till I was done so she didn’t press me. …
To be contd…

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