Catherine had long suspected that John, her husband, was being
unfaithful to her when he was off on business trips. He was furtive when
questioned about what he did, as the bills he incurred were absolutely
non-work related and his laundry smelled of exotic perfume. Of course,
he denied anything whenever the subject was brought up, but on fateful
day when he was out of the house, she managed to sneak a look at his
phone. Aha! So, he was chatting and sexting lots of different women, that bastard. Well, she was going to give him the shock of a lifetime!
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One week later, John was hurrying about in order to meet his date, Nicolette. Whoa, was that her there?
"N..Nicolette, what a surprise! I didn't imagine you'd be here already."
She giggled.
"Well babe, I couldn't wait to meet a fine looking stud like yourself!"
Hot DAMN! he thought. Finding a model that was that interested in him? Jackpot!
"But before we go back for some fun, I wanted to show you something special," came the purr.
John
was starting to get very, very excited. If his luck held out, maybe
they wouldn't even wait to go back to his hotel for some rough sex.
That thought disappeared the minute he saw her reach for her neck and peel off her face, to reveal...his...wife!?!?!?!?!
"HONEY!?!"
"That's
right, you cheating sack of shit. You really were talking to me the
entire time you thought you were chatting with a French. Trying to leave
that 'bitch of a wife'? Well, guess what asshole, I decided to meet you
here and deliver our divorce papers in person. Suck on that!"
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