I just knew that my fiancé had to be cheating. I had nothing close to “proof”. It was more like a gut reaction to quick texts, quiet calls, long periods without contact, etc. Of course, she always had excuses for everything.
I was scheduled to go out of town for a few days on business. My fiancé was well aware of the trip. On the day before I was supposed to leave town, my boss called to cancel the trip. As I had been scheduled to be out of town, he allowed me a few days off from work.
I left for the airport as if everything was still going as planned. I rented a car and drove back to my neighborhood and parked down the street.
There were two cars parked out in front of my house. One was my fiance's, and the other was from a girlfriend of hers that she had met two months earlier at the gym. They had been spending quite a bit of time together as of late.
As I waited down the street, it really began to rain. It got so bad that I couldn’t see out of the car window. I decided that I could come in the back of my house, unseen, and wait in the basement.
I let myself in the back door and removed my wet jacket and boots in the mudroom while tucking them out of the way.
As I headed to the basement, I heard the unmistakable cry of my fiancé. I knew that cry well. It was her in the throes of a strong orgasm. I silently crept up the stairs and continued hearing her getting louder and louder.
Was she alone?
When I got to the opening of the door, I was able to see her in the mirror. It reflected onto the master bed. She was splayed out and a feminine form was between her parted thighs. Both of them were nude.
As my fiancé came down from her orgasm, the two spooned with my fiancé’s lover being behind the two. As per her normal, my fiancé would fall into a deep sleep right after having had a very good orgasm.
I waited until I saw her fall into a very deep slumber.
I slowly walked into the room. Her lover noticed me and before she could say a word, I covered her mouth and whispered, “follow me out to the kitchen.”
I don’t know why she didn’t feel that I was a threat or a reason to wake my fiancé. Either way, she got up off the bed and followed me out into the kitchen without putting on a robe.
She had a gothic look to her. A very pale complexion with shiny jet-black shoulder-length hair. She stood about 5’ 7” with just enough curves to be very feminine. Her full “C” breasts were firm and high on her chest. Her body musculature would show as she would move similar in fashion to a jaguar or panther.
Once we got to the kitchen, I turned to her and said, “This is my house. Who are you?”
Without hesitation, she said, “I’m Rachel’s fiancé, Sam.”
I laughed and said, “Congratulations, but that makes the two of us as Rachel’s fiancé.”
Her eyes got wide and before she could say anything, I added, “It looks as if she’s playing both of us. Care to teach her a lesson?”
We spoke quickly and came up with a plan.
I walked back into the bedroom with a kitchen chair and placed it alongside the bed. When we were ready, I grabbed Rachel by the hair and drug her up off the bed into the chair. As I stuffed a rag into Rachel’s mouth, Sam wrapped plastic wrap around her. This effectively rendered her bound to the chair and unable to speak.
Rachel's eyes had popped open and went from her lover, Sam, to me and back again. We could hear her attempting to speak, scream, or whatever.
I stood and began disrobing.
While doing so, I began to speak to Rachel. “As you can see, you’ve been discovered. Discovered to be a liar and a cheat.”
I slapped Rachel across her face when she attempted to close her eyes and turn away. “You will watch, or this will be much worse for you.”
I now stood completely naked, and my cock had begun to swell. I took a quick look at Sam and her eyes were locked onto my member. It would soon gain its near eight-inch length and thick girth.
Once I was sure that Rachel was watching, I reached out to Sam. She took my hand and moved forward while aligning our bodies, her pert “C” breasts grazing my ribs.
We looked into each other’s eyes and began a furtive kiss. It was soft at first but began to gain in passion. Her arms rose to my neck as mine found her curves.
I pulled her tightly to me. One of her hands slithered down between us and grasped my now swollen cock. Her eyes widened as she looked up at me. She whispered into my ear, “I’ve only been with women.”