Cuckold

The gun in his hand felt heavy. He had never held one before. But he had seen enough movies and read enough books to know what to do. Point and shoot. He waited. After all these years what she had done to him was unpardonable. And it had been going on for the past six months. That too with his best friend. When he had gone on his business trips, they were lying in his bed and doing it. It filled him with a sense of shame and a rage he could not keep down. True, he could never make love to his wife. However much she tried she could not get a raise out of him. Erectile dysfunction, that’s what the doctor told him. But that wasn’t reason enough for her to sleep around. He loved her dearly. But she had to pay. He had come to the end of the tether. I can’t take it anymore he told himself. He waited. He could hear footsteps down the hall. He had to do it now. He cocked the gun. He pointed and waited. The door would open any minute now and she would walk in saying,” honey, I am home”

As the door opened, he held the gun in both his hands and pulled the trigger.

She screamed. His head exploded.

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