After breakfast I asked, “Maybe I should take part of the day off and come over and help?”“I don’t think that is necessary. It’s not exactly...a three-person job.”“Well, I’ll call you at lunch and see how it’s going.”“That would be great. Love you.” It felt like she practically shoved me out the door.As promised, I called home during lunch. No answer and I left a message. I let the phone ring ten times before hanging up. Next, I called her cell phone. After four rings it went to her voicemail. I. She turned around leaning over the end of the sofa and wanted it from behind again, I wanted to see her face as I went in, so I turned her around and sat her on the sofa and knelt between her legs. I started to rub my cock along her pussy and flicking it over her rock hard clit and she was so wet it was dripping down her legs and off of her arse. I looked her in the eyes and slowly pushed myself into her and she yelped and moaned. I held it about a third of the way in for a while and she was. That worthless cunt barely left me anything!Before you start saying that a disrespectful misogynist like me deserves it, let me explain.My wife and I married early and were deaply in love. When we got our son, she decided that I had to find a job to pay for our daily expenses because she refused to stop her studies. So I had to stop mine at the age of 22 and started working at a bar. I would not be able to become to do research as I dreamed of but it was ok, I loved my family and was happy.When. I finished school while in the service, and we never met again. I corresponded with her a little, but never with Lisa, and I never went back to that same old town again.“Jack?” Lisa looked at me with utter shock, “is that you?”“Of course, it’s me. Jack Martin. Your high school sweetheart, until, well, we both know what happened, don’t we?” I confronted her again.“Yes, I cheated on you, and then you took the worst revenge that you could. I guess fidelity’s a moot point now, isn’t it? I promise.