wife to deny her fucking around on me to anyone who’ll listen. Not that I honestly think many people will.
The door to our bedroom is almost shut, but not quite. Pushing it open just enough to lean against the door frame my eyes widen. Not in excitement, lust, or horny male appreciation. Fuck no. In pure and utter disgust. Isabella and John Falk’s, yeah I know the dudes name, he happens to be a councilman in Boulder, a fucking shady one at that, are right in the middle of the bed baring all for the world to see. John’s on the bottom with Isabella riding him like he’s a prize fucking bronco. Only thing that flashes through my mind is that it’ll sure as fuck make a great picture. You can clearly see John’s face seeing as the lamp on the bedside table is switched on, and there is no mistaking it’s Isabella with that god awful fairy tramp stamp on her lower back.
Just another reason to add the many why my wife’s a cunt. Isabella found out a few years ago that I used to call Kendall my tiny fairy when we were younger. Low and behold the very next day she comes home with some swirly tribal shit across her lower back and a purple fairy dead centre of it. Thank fuck she didn’t go to Skin Fusion, or ask Kendall to do it. I think if that’d happened Reaper would have spat nails aimed directly at Isabella’s head. I was pissed. Not because I care what the bitch marks her body with. No. Because she took something that was mine. Something that was mine and Kendall’s, and destroyed it just like she has everything else she’s come into contact with.
Raising my phone, I snap off a couple of photos and start clapping. The look of shock on John’s face as he almost launches Isabella off his cock, and the bed at the same time is priceless. Isabella looks almost sick. Don’t be fooled. It isn’t because she’s worried she may have hurt me. No, not at all. This bitch looks sick because she knows her meal ticket has just run out.
“Must say John, didn’t think you had it in you. Balls of steel man. Balls of steel. Fucking a bikers’ wife and all.”
Stammering and spluttering Isabella quickly jumps up wrapping herself in the tangled bed sheets.
“It’s not what you’re thinking, Baby. It just happened. It doesn’t mean anything.”
How many bitches and men too have uttered those exact same words? Probably every last one of them. Barking out a harsh laugh I shake my head at her.
“Sure bitch. I believe you too. Pity no one else will. Anyone ever tell you a picture’s worth a thousand words?” Watching her jaw literally drop as I wave my phone in front of me I make my intentions very clear. I don’t want to have to repeat myself now do I? “Listen up this is how it’s going to go. I’m going to grab some shit for me and Lexi enough for say a week. You finish up here because I’m sure your new man still wants to blow his load. Blue balls and all. After, get your shit and get the fuck out of my house within the next five days, or I make you pay. I’ll have papers drawn up by end of business tomorrow signing your rights to Lexi away, and twenty grand cash waiting for you so you can fuck right the hell off.” Taking a step deeper into the room squaring my shoulders I continue “This is my final and only offer. I’ll be changing the locks, closing accounts, and throwing the shit you don’t take in the fucking trash after the five days are up. You touch my or Lexi’s shit, it comes out of your twenty grand. You destroy or break any-fucking-thing in this house, or the garage, it comes out your twenty grand. You do more damage than the twenty grand covers, I take it out of your man here. After you sign those papers, take your shit and your money, you NEVER,” I roar, “come near Lexi, Kendall, my family, or the club ever the fuck again. You do and you guessed it, I make you fucking pay. This is your only deal bitch so think and think smart on how you want this to play out.”
I can see the
The door to our bedroom is almost shut, but not quite. Pushing it open just enough to lean against the door frame my eyes widen. Not in excitement, lust, or horny male appreciation. Fuck no. In pure and utter disgust. Isabella and John Falk’s, yeah I know the dudes name, he happens to be a councilman in Boulder, a fucking shady one at that, are right in the middle of the bed baring all for the world to see. John’s on the bottom with Isabella riding him like he’s a prize fucking bronco. Only thing that flashes through my mind is that it’ll sure as fuck make a great picture. You can clearly see John’s face seeing as the lamp on the bedside table is switched on, and there is no mistaking it’s Isabella with that god awful fairy tramp stamp on her lower back.
Just another reason to add the many why my wife’s a cunt. Isabella found out a few years ago that I used to call Kendall my tiny fairy when we were younger. Low and behold the very next day she comes home with some swirly tribal shit across her lower back and a purple fairy dead centre of it. Thank fuck she didn’t go to Skin Fusion, or ask Kendall to do it. I think if that’d happened Reaper would have spat nails aimed directly at Isabella’s head. I was pissed. Not because I care what the bitch marks her body with. No. Because she took something that was mine. Something that was mine and Kendall’s, and destroyed it just like she has everything else she’s come into contact with.
Raising my phone, I snap off a couple of photos and start clapping. The look of shock on John’s face as he almost launches Isabella off his cock, and the bed at the same time is priceless. Isabella looks almost sick. Don’t be fooled. It isn’t because she’s worried she may have hurt me. No, not at all. This bitch looks sick because she knows her meal ticket has just run out.
“Must say John, didn’t think you had it in you. Balls of steel man. Balls of steel. Fucking a bikers’ wife and all.”
Stammering and spluttering Isabella quickly jumps up wrapping herself in the tangled bed sheets.
“It’s not what you’re thinking, Baby. It just happened. It doesn’t mean anything.”
How many bitches and men too have uttered those exact same words? Probably every last one of them. Barking out a harsh laugh I shake my head at her.
“Sure bitch. I believe you too. Pity no one else will. Anyone ever tell you a picture’s worth a thousand words?” Watching her jaw literally drop as I wave my phone in front of me I make my intentions very clear. I don’t want to have to repeat myself now do I? “Listen up this is how it’s going to go. I’m going to grab some shit for me and Lexi enough for say a week. You finish up here because I’m sure your new man still wants to blow his load. Blue balls and all. After, get your shit and get the fuck out of my house within the next five days, or I make you pay. I’ll have papers drawn up by end of business tomorrow signing your rights to Lexi away, and twenty grand cash waiting for you so you can fuck right the hell off.” Taking a step deeper into the room squaring my shoulders I continue “This is my final and only offer. I’ll be changing the locks, closing accounts, and throwing the shit you don’t take in the fucking trash after the five days are up. You touch my or Lexi’s shit, it comes out of your twenty grand. You destroy or break any-fucking-thing in this house, or the garage, it comes out your twenty grand. You do more damage than the twenty grand covers, I take it out of your man here. After you sign those papers, take your shit and your money, you NEVER,” I roar, “come near Lexi, Kendall, my family, or the club ever the fuck again. You do and you guessed it, I make you fucking pay. This is your only deal bitch so think and think smart on how you want this to play out.”
I can see the
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