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By the time I walked in the house, Justin was again on my heels. “Ray, what the fuck was that? How long have you been sleeping with your boss?” he screamed.
“The same amount of time you’ve been sleeping with yours!” I countered.
He was stunned and couldn’t say a word. His eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“What, uh, what the hell are you talking about, Ray?” He stuttered.
“Man, stop acting brand new. Oh, you thought I didn’t I know?” I smiled. “You didn’t think I would find out that you were having an affair with your boss, being fucked in the ass when you had a wife at home? Yea, I know. I’ve known boo!” I said walking over to the cabinet to get a glass for wine.
“How long have you known, Ray?” he asked almost whispering.
“Well, let’s see,” I said, facing him. “You’ve barely touched me in two years. You undress me and your dick doesn’t even get hard. I can walk past you naked and you don’t blink an eye. You—,”
“I get it! I get it, please stop,” he yelled.
“Why should I? Were you telling Travis to stop when he was banging his nuts against your ass? Were you telling him to stop so that you could be honest with your wife? Were you telling him to stop when you thought about how this would affect our children?”
“Ray, please! I’m sorry,” he cried. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, but you have no right to get in my ass when you’ve been cheating too.”
“Yea, you got that right, you are most definitely sorry! How could you not mean for this to happen? You had to bend over to take it, so how could you not? Boy, please, save that shit for someone who cares. You got one week to tell the kids and find somewhere to stay because I’ve already started the divorce.” I grabbed my keys to walk out. “And by the way, I’m not getting in your ass because apparently I’m not your type.”