What would you say is a fitting punishment for cheating?

If you found out you—or someone you love—were being cheated on, how would you make them pay? Because just about everything you can think of, except maybe murder, passes. Nothing lasts long enough; they'll get over it eventually, and nothing will have changed.

And if you tell on them, all you do is hurt the innocent party.

I decided that the best way—the lasting way—was to make him live a life in constant fear, his nights plagued by anxiety, his days spent fearing the worst.

My husband and I have been married for over forty years. He is a retired boxer, strong as a bull, and though we are both in our sixties, he is still considered to be a mean son of a bitch, pardon my French. He is also somewhat of a gun fanatic and very serious about his Second Amendment rights.

In other words, not the kind of man you would want to cross.

And he loves me to bits. I can do no wrong in his eyes. The only person I suspect he loves more than me is our daughter.

We were married for fifteen years before we were able to conceive a child, and when she was born, he cried. The first and only time I have seen him cry. As he held her in his arms, he whispered the most beautiful thing a father can say to his daughter:

"I love you. And I swear, if anyone ever hurts you, I will beat that motherfucker to a pulp."

Then she got married. To Jack. A nice guy, I thought, but a cheating bastard, I discovered.

She had given me the key to their apartment, and he must not have known that. One day, she was at work and called me to ask if I could go over to their place and fetch some papers she had forgotten. Jack works from home, but didn't pick up, so I went over there, and that's when I caught Jack fucking some other woman.

The sounds coming from their bedroom were unmistakable, and I did consider storming in and dragging them both out to the street by the hair.

But in my mind, my cunning plan was already being hatched.

So instead I pulled my phone out of my pocket and, standing in the doorway, I immortalized their treacherous act.

She was on top of him, his cock in her mouth, and her pussy in his face. I filmed it all, zooming in now and then on the wet, glistening details.

Soon, he crawled out from underneath her. With her on her hands and knees, he got behind her. My body shook with anger and agitation, my heart racing, my palms sweating as I watched him shove his cock inside her. She moaned like a whore, then raised her head and screamed in ecstasy, and our eyes met.

"Oh, fuck!" she squealed

Jack froze mid-thrust, stared right at me in dread, and echoed her.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, no. Oh, shit!"

I displayed my pissed-off face.

"Asshole! How could you? Who is this bitch?"

"My... my ex," he stuttered. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you will be. And you, bitch, you'd better run far away and never show your saggy tits around here again."

She did as she was told, grabbed her clothes from the floor, and ran.

Jack stuttered again. His cock, still hard, to my amazement, and dripping with pre-cum, trembled along with his voice.

"I'm sorry. Please don't tell Lana. I won't ever do it again."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. But once a cheater, always a cheater, right? You will do this again."

"No. I won't. I swear."

"Not with that bitch. I'll make sure of that. But you will. One woman is never enough for men like you, and you horny bastard won't be able to restrain yourself."

"No, I..."

"But the last thing I want is to see Lana hurt. I will keep your secret, but on one condition: I'm in charge of your urges from now on. When this happens again, it will be at my discretion."

"If it happens..."

"No, when, not if. You don't even get to decide if anymore."

My plan was fully formed in my mind now, and I told him how things would be from this day forward. His face turned pale as I spoke, and when I ended with, "And I want videos of every single venture, every single time," his face was as white as snow.

-

It's been over a year. Our daughter is still happily married, and I have literally hundreds of videos on my phone. I watch them all, often, rubbing my pussy until I come over and over. Because sometimes I enjoy watching it afterward even more.

Sometimes they're just a couple of minutes long. Just a quick ass fuck over the kitchen table, or a blow job in a public restroom. Sometimes they're longer. Missionary, followed by sixty-nine, followed by doggie. All the things I like.

Sometimes they last until the phone battery must have died.

And every time I see him, I can tell that my plan has worked. Every time I look into his eyes, I see that the fear I wanted him to suffer is real and everlasting.

Because it is one thing if my husband ever found out that his beloved daughter is being cheated on daily.

But if he ever found out that his wife is being fucked hard, every day, by his son-in-law...

Well, if that ever happened, you wouldn't want to be in Jack's shoes.