EroticReverie

Leena Lively ....Two Months Ago...

I see them on the parking garage camera. I see them enter the elevator together. See them exit the elevator together and go to his office, and I watch, my jaw clenched, my eyes burning into the laptop screen as I watch my husband fuck another woman. 

If I was stupid, I'd go there and rip her fucking hair out of her skull. If I was stupid, I'd throw his shit on the lawn and cause a fucking scene. Brendan doesn't know how frequently I keep tabs on him by using the security cameras in the building, he doesn't even know I have remote access. Having an ex boyfriend hacker that's obsessed with you, made it plenty easy for me to get all I needed the LAST time my husband struggled to keep his fucking dick in his pants. 

My nose twitches as I snarl and watch my fucking husband cum inside of her.

I did nothing, said nothing when he came home later. I could tell he was off, that he felt guilty. I imagined cutting his cock off through the entirety of dinner. He's lucky I fucking love him as much as I do. He's lucky that I'd rather keep what's mine , regardless of his stupid fucking inability to keep his dick to himself. Any other woman would confront him, yell at him, scream at him, leave him. And yes, I contemplate it. But Brenda Lively, belongs, to, me. He is my husband, until death do us fucking part. And if he forces my hand to arrange other deaths to keep hold of my vows, so be it. Even if the bastard doesn't honor his. but he's mine, he's my fucking bastard. For now. 

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He avoids speaking of work, of Krystal. Yet three days later, I'm watching he screw her bent over the desk again. 

I call my ex, tell him what I need. For him to look into Krystal Hart. I want to know everything about the bitch as I plot her fucking demise. 

"Another Marylin?" My ex Gavin , asks on the phone. 

"Do your fucking job." I hiss and hang up on him. 

"I need payment upfront." Gavin text a moment later as I watch Krystal fix her dress while my husband tucks his disloyal cock back into his pants. 

I lick my my teeth and suck as I picture both ten different ways to kill them both. I won't kill Brendan. But I do fucking fantasize of it. He'd deserve it, that's for sure. But , he's mine, even if he's a fucking dumbass. 

I love my life. I love my husband. I love his fucking dick. His money and the fact he adores me. I know that Brendan loves me. But this is the side effect of loving a fucking man. They're weak. They have no fucking willpower and no self fucking control when it comes to resisting homewrecking cunts, like Krystal. Sure, they ARE men who wouldn't dream of disrespecting their wives this way. But there weren't fucking many, I know that for a fact. Brendan never SEEKS other woman, they fucking come to him. And my husband has gone week now, a second time. First for Marylin, may the bitch not rest in hell. Now Krystal. But Krystal is worse than Marylin. Marylin didn't live next door to us. Didn't insert herselves into our personal lives and try to befriend me. And because Krystal is worse...she deserves worse. Much worse. 

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I put on a pair of tight spendex running pants, and a matching sports bra. The thick white fabric of the pants clings to my natural curves, annd my natural tits are pressed securely to chest in the white sports bra. I take a run through the neighborhood, keeping an eye on the location tracker of my husbands phone, timing my return to our house just right. 

David is outside, like a doting husband waiting on his wife. I wave and jog to their driveway and David smiles and walks down, hands in his pants. He's madly in love with Leena, which makes me realize what a fucking sucker he is. That he probably has no idea his wife is fucking my husband. He's weak just like my husband. Weak little man brain. Except his weakeness makes him look like a fucking ignorant jackass because he doesn't have the sense to register the way Krystal looks at Brendan. Or maybe he does and he's just too blinded by his love for his bitch of a wife to let it really sink in. Maybe like me, he's obsessed with his partner, and will do whatever it takes to keep her, even if it's letting her sleep with other men. Unfortunately for him , if that's the case, he won't be keeping her for long. Neither of them will. His stupid plastic wife will join the likes of Marylin. 

"Hey there nieghbor" he says as I hear my husbands car engine down the street. 

David looks at my tits. It's brief, but he does it. But he doesnt show any interest in me. I know men, I know the look of a man who considers temptation, David does not. He acknowledges it, but there's no temptation for him with me. He truly loves that fucking bitch. See, some men ARE good, but then they end up with sluts like Krystal that take advantage, and ruin them with their fucking infidelity. 

"What's going on?" I hear her irritating voice from the window of the passenger side. She's already out of the car, tugging down her skirt and looking between her husband and me. 

"Oh, nothing. Just saying hello" I say, forcing a bit of guilt into my voice as if me and her hasuband have been "Caught" doing something we shouldnt have. I have no interest in her fucking husband. 

"Yeah, just saying hello" David says, oblivious to the tension rolling off his wife as she looks at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. 

"Get in the house David." Krystal says as if he's a fucking child. 

"Good to see you Leena" He nods and then waves to Brendan in the car. "We watching the game later?" He calls to my husband. 

"David, inside, now." Krystal tosses me a look and I just smile , and look at her husband, and give him and up and down. He doesnt even notice, but she does. And I want to fucking grin at the way her eyes widen and her jaw clenches. She didnt want her husband, but she didnt want someone else looking at him.

"See you later David." I say. "Krystal." I nod and purse my lips with a tiny smirk and turn , letting my ponytail whip around and then look at my husband. Smiling and walking down to the side of the car and leanding down, letting my natural tits press to the edge of the car window that's rolled down. 

"Hey" he says, eyes zeroed in right on my cleavage. Then lifts his eyes to mine. I dont give him any kind of sign that I know he's an unfaithful fuck. I smile. 

"Hey" I purr and his eyes drop to my tits again.

"Since when don't you wear a top while running?" he asks. 

"Since it's ninety degrees out today" I say, lying. I wanted Krystal to witness her husband in the presence of a younger hotter version of her, one that was made with his money, but by good genes and youth. Having my husband witness another man seeing me in a sports bra , was just a bonus. 

"You've run in the heat before, never topless." He says , tapping his fingers along the steering wheel. 

"Im not topless. It's a sports bra." I say. 

"I dont want you running aroud like that again." He says. I almost laugh in his face.

"And i didnt want you driving that silicone filled frankestein slut to work again, but you did, didnt you?" I ask. 

"Jesus , is that what this is about?" He asks. 

"Its about nothing. I went for a run." I say. 

"We can talk at the home." He says, jaw clenching. 

"Can't fucking wait baby." I say sarcastically and slap my hands on the fucking side of the car and walk to the house while he screeches his tires and whips the car into our drive way and I walk up the driveway as he's exiting the car in our multiple car garage and I walk over to him. 

"She's just a coworker Leena, she's our neighbor, if I want to give her a ride to work, I will. Because it's just a god damn ride to work." He says and I picture stabbing him. I picture fucking him, riding him and stabbing him right in the chest as he climaxes. But instead, I smack him. 

He huffs a laugh and looks at me, lifting his hand to his cheek and then shaking his head. 

"You will NOT give her a ride to work. I want her fired." I say.

"You're being ridic-"

"FIRE HER." I cut him. "Fire her or I'll fucking handle it myself." I was losing it. It was enraging me to hear him tell me he'd do whatever he wanted, when clearly he would, when he'd been screwing her on his desk this afternoon.

"I'm not firing her." he says and I slap him again.

He growls and grabs my wrist when I go to do it again. 

"Get in the house." He snarls. 

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I've never been an entirely sane woman. Which I suppose is why I killed Marylin. And is also why instead of telling my husband I know about him and Krystal, and telling him to put a stop to it. I'd rather just fucking kill her too, instead of leaving it up to him to end things. I suppose it's also why, my jogging clothes, and his work clothes are on the bathroom floor and I'm on the bathroom counter, legs around my husband waist as he drills into my pussy, while telling me how much he loves me. 

I bite his shoulder as I cum on his cock, he grunts loudly and spills inside of me. Then, were in the shower, and he's on his knees, licking my pussy as I fist his hair and ride his mouth with one leg over his shoulder and my head against the corner wall of the shower. 

I don't know how he did it, or how I let him, after he fucked another woman this afternoon. But he fucks me and licks me like he's not a cheating bastard, and I let him, like I have no clue what he's been up to.

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David and Krystal don't come over for the guys to watch the game together. 

I fuck my husband twice before bed. As I lay there in bed, having put him to sleep, I see the light of his cell screen light up. It's on silent. I slip out of bed and walk around and tap the screen and swipe it open, because my husband doesnt lock his phone. 

Krystal Hart  "The window is open. If you want to watch." 

I set down the phone. I walk out of the bedroom, naked, and to the other room on the side of the house facing theirs. Decorated as a guest bedroom. I slip the heavy curtains just a inch, and peek over the yard and to the windows.  The large window to their bedroom, the curtain is drawn back. I cross my arms, looking, watching as Krystal's naked torso moves up and down. Her big fake tits not even bouncing, just stationary on her chest as she moves up and down. 

I watch the entirety of her little five minute show. Then walk back to our bedroom and look at my husband still asleep and just stand there, imagining grabbing a pillow and attempting to suffocate him for sticking his dick into another woman. 

His phone lights up again a few minutes later. 

I open it. 

"I wish it was your cum inside of me right now Brendan." 

I take a deep breath, struggling not to throw his cell phone at his fucking  head. 

I set it down gently. 

Patience. Patience and planning is the only way to solve my fucking problem. 

So I walk around the bed, and slip back into the covers and onto my back. 

I spend the next few hours just staring at the ceiling all of the different ways I could do it. Wondering which one I'll choose. I turn my head and look at my sleeping husband, on his back. I turn, place my hand on his slowly rising and falling chest. Over his heart, feeling the slight thump of his heart. My hand slide up, and to his neck. I let my fingers wrap gingerly around his throat and he just snores softly while I imagine wringing his fucking neck. 

"You . Are . Mine." I say barely audible. then lift my hand and lean my face toward his and kiss his temple. "Only mine. And i'll make sure of it." I breathe too quietly and barely speak the words. Then slip back on my back and close my eyes, and fall asleep. 

I dream of fucking David, her husband. I dream of making her watch me take her husband like she TRIED to take mine. Then i dream of slitting her throat and Davids. I dream of crawling into bed with Brendan with blood all over my hands and face. I tell him what I did to Marylin. What I did to David and Krsytal. He laughs and tells me I'm crazy, and that he loves me. I dream of him fucking me harder than he ever has when he realizes the lengths I've gone to to keep him.