I put the key in the lock, slowly opening the door. It's quiet, unusually quiet for Jessie. Normally he would have music playing while he works, how odd. Maybe he’s out meeting a client? That's good, I need to get out of these wet clothes, and a shower would be amazing before I have to tell him the bad news. I dump my overfilled handbag on the lounge and drag my wet tired body up the stairs to our bedroom. While I shower, I’ll work out a plan. If I can work out a plan before Jessie gets home, I can show him this will all be okay.
I’m about to push open my bedroom door but the sound I hear stops me. What was that? It sounded like someone moaning. What the fuck? I push open the door and my body breaks into a hot sweat at the sight. Jessie’s nearly naked body bent over... head buried in some girl’s pussy! What the actual fuck is going on!
The air is thick with the smell of sex and deception. I taste bile in my mouth and feel like I’m going to be sick. He's really going to town on her, his head buried deep between her legs, his fingers moving back and forth as he finger-fucks her at the same time as he laps her up. The brunette underneath Jessie writhes, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her fingers threaded through his hair.
They haven't even noticed I opened the door. I clear my throat loudly and her eyes rise to see me. He turns his head from his task. His dark eyes widen in fear when he sees me standing in the doorway. He jumps back from her like he's been bitten on the arse by a red-back spider.
“Elly, w-w-what are you doing home?”
My head is spinning. What is going on? My Jessie with his head in some chick’s pussy. This isn’t happening. I want to scream but I can't. I'm numb. Everything is playing out in slow motion. I can just hear the sound of my heartbeat, thumping in my head.
What’s he saying to me? Pull yourself together, Elena. He’s waiting for me to say something, but what do I say? This is fucked. You fucking arsehole. How could you do this to me? I take a deep breath and say the first thing that comes to mind.
"Wow, I guess me walking in on you must have ruined the surprise. I can only assume this must be some sort of wedding present for me, you getting lessons on how to give head properly before we got married." I smile at him sarcastically, my eyes boring into him.
The brunette is already up, trying madly to pull on her clothes. She's shooting me a filthy look I can only assume is for interrupting them before he got her off. Sorry I'm such a fucking inconvenience, slut.
“I’m out of here, babe. Call me when you have sorted this shit out,” she scoffs. Tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder as she grabs her bag and struts out the door, as if this is a normal situation and she hasn’t just been caught with my fucking fiancé.
Jessie hurries over to me, reaching for my hand. “Elly, I’m so sorry, you weren’t supposed to be home till late.” His eyes plead with me to understand.
I push him away. “Don’t touch me, don't ever touch me again. How does the fact that I’m not supposed to be home, make it okay for you to be doing that! How could you do this to me? Who is she?”
He takes a step back and shakes his head. “She's no one, she's just a client I’ve been building a website for. It just kind of happened. It doesn't mean anything.”
“How long has this been going on?” I scream at him.
He looks down at the floor. “Not that long. I was going to stop when we got married.”
"What does that even mean? Like things will be different once we're married."
"I love you, Elly, I’m sorry, you were never meant to find out. I just needed to have one last fling before settling down. The thought of being with only one person for the rest of my life was kind of scaring the shit out of me."
"Is that right. Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. You can have as much pussy as you like." I pick up his pile of clothes from the floor and throw them at him.
“Get the fuck out... get out!” I scream at him as I push him out the door.
He stumbles backwards. “Okay, Elly, I’ll go. I’ll come back in a couple of hours when you have settled down. I promise this was nothing. It's you I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with.” He stands there looking sad and pathetic. I have no idea who this man is anymore.
“Just get out!” I slam the bedroom door shut and pick up a photo of us from my bedside table. It's been turned upside down, I assume so his quick fuck didn't have to see it while they fooled around. I throw it across the room, smashing it into thousands of tiny pieces. I can hear the front door open and close. He's gone. My life as I know it is over. I slide down onto the floor and the uncontrollable sobbing starts.
Eventually, I open my eyes and pick myself up off
