I didn't *quite* catch them red-handed, but honestly why the fuck else would my wife be in the shower while my best friend peruses the more expensive section of my wine cellar?
It's a good thing though. I think if I *hadn't* gotten cut-off at the light over on 3rd I might have seen some things that would have led to some seriously heinous revenge.
Likely death, for at *least* one of us.
Instead, I like to think I took the whole thing pretty well. *Obviously* they denied everything, but I'm not a fucking retard.
I can smell an affair a mile away after the years of frat-boy fucking my college girlfriend enjoyed behind my back. Dodged a bullet with that one.
I'm glad to a certain extent that we don't have kids to tear apart with the drama - I've heard plenty of horror stories about custody battles.
But of course I'm bitter about it, who wouldn't be?
It's one thing to throw away an otherwise perfectly wonderful marriage, another thing altogether to have the two people you trust most stab you in the back with an emotionally-poisoned dagger.
But again, I think I took it pretty well.
Sure, I threw out a few death threats and strongly considered suicide a few times, but once I got us all to sit down and talk it all out I felt better about it.
Who am I to stand in the way of true love?
I filed the divorce papers as quickly as I could, paying for the expedition from our joint account. After that, I became ordained and performed the ceremony myself as both minister and witness.
They both said I didn't have to do it, but I figured it might provide me with some semblance of closure.
There was *quite* a lot of crying involved. It was a *very* emotional wedding.
I check in on them from time to time, make sure they're faithful to each other. Till death do them part and all.
They still cry every time they see me - I think they still don't think I'm over the whole thing. And maybe I'm not, but making sure they remain together helps a bit.
They've tried pulling apart several times now, but I stitched 'em up pretty good. I suppose they'll eventually get separated though, what with months of his cock rotting in the acid of her cunt.
Once in a while I go down to extract the blood and urine, make sure she doesn't burst or anything like that.
No clue what I'm gonna do now that she's pregnant, though.