Dealing with Her Infidelity
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We were on an island vacation when I learned of my wife’s affair. I checked her phone when she received a text while in the shower. It was her lover, letting her know how much he missed being inside her. I was furious. Without a word to her, I left for a walk into the local village. An old woman outside a dilapidated shop tried to sell me some trinkets, telling me in halted English that my wife would love them. She saw my face sour the second she said ‘wife.’ The old woman switched tactics immediately. “Has your woman done you wrong?” she asked. “Yes,” I said in a clipped voice. I didn’t know why I was wasting my time here. But before I could leave, the old woman took a small ornate bowl from a shelf and thrust it into my hands. “Burn her hair in bowl, then burn your hair in bowl. One hour. Get even. Feel better. Twenty dollars.” I don’t know why I reached into my pocket and took out the money. This was obviously crazy witch doctor type horseshit. But I handed over the money and took the bowl. She dropped a packet of matches into it. I turned to go. A chill went down my spine as the old woman cackled behind me and shouted, “One hour!” I returned to the resort, the beauty of it reminding me how much I was paying to stay here. I’d spared no expense on this trip because I’d wanted my wife to have a great time. But she just wanted to be back home with her lover. I marched into our room and went straight for my wife’s hairbrush. My wife was too busy scrolling on her phone to notice I was behaving like a man possessed. She was probably texting the guy she was screwing behind my back. I grabbed the matches and lit the hair inside the bowl. It shriveled to ash in seconds. Then I plucked one of my own hairs and dropped it in, repeating the process. As the smell of burnt hair wafted through the room, my wife finally looked up and asked, “What are you doing? Why do I smell-” That was as far as she got, because less than a second later, my body fell in a crumpled heap onto the floor as my soul possessed hers. I thought I was going to like, curse her or something. I didn’t know I’d end up inside her! How was I supposed to get even for her being a slut behind my back like this? I got the watch off my wrist and set a timer for just under an hour. Then I wasted several minutes trying to figure out what to do next. How was being her supposed to make me feel better?! I heard the sound of guys hollering in the resort’s pool outside. I went and looked, and saw several muscular locals loitering about. I surprised myself by calling down to them. “Hey guys, mind if I join you?” I’m not sure if any of them spoke English, but my wife’s curves spoke volumes to them. They wanted her. I think I found the way to get even with her infidelity. If my wife wanted to fuck other men. I’d help her do just that. I went down to the pool and made my intentions very clear by stripping off my wife’s clothes. Their hands were on me in an instant. Strong arms lifted up my wife’s light frame and I felt fingers slip inside me. Lips demanded my attention. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the many new sensations and not the fact that I was about to have a train run on me. My wife’s body sure didn’t mind. I heard the timer go off while all of her holes were being filled. I wonder what she’ll think when she comes to herself and see how I’ve helped her be even more of the slut I know she is. Guess I’ll find out in 3…2…1…
