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Well, it had been a pretty cushy life, until the day he came home early from work to find his wife, bare-naked, being fucked from behind by a near 6’7, big brick shithouse of a man. The giant was also naked and was slapping Sam’s wife’s ass with his massive hands, clapping her ass violently. The pair were going at it in the living room, on the wrap-around leather couch, her screaming and wailing like Sam had never heard her…
The first thought that ran through his mind was running upstairs for his gun, shooting them both.
But he instantly thought to every prison TV show or movie he’d ever seen, thought of being in jail for life, terrorized and buttfucked. It wasn’t worth it.
Nothing was worth that. Not even shooting the bitch, the woman he’d loved with all his heart but now hated more than cancer. The woman who’d just ripped his live beating heart from his chest and taken a big steamy shit on it.
No, no, NO! Now it was only a matter of running, running, fucking RUNNING!
In their throes of passion, the pair hadn’t even noticed Sam was there, and he dropped his suitcase, ran out the door, jumped into his car, and peeled out of the driveway, sped off, swerving through traffic, and stopped at a nearby hotel, booked a long-term stay.
Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer There, in his white room, sipping on a tiny bottle of gin from the minibar, he sat back into a pleather seat, wiped the tears from his eyes, and slid open his phone, and began making arrangements, contacting a lawyer and filing for a divorce.