EXTRACT FOR
Degrading Diana
(Anna Mann)

Tony had never imagined that she could cheat, she just didn't seem the type.

True, in the beginning she'd been a really horny bitch, in fact she never seemed to get enough, they would fuck for hours, and even then she still begged for more. But over the years her libido had gradually faded away until sex became once a week, sometimes even less frequent than that. 

But she seemed happy he told himself, there hadn't been any outward signs of dissatisfaction, they had settled into a comfortable routine, almost like an old married couple. She knew him and all of his quirks and habits, and I thought I knew her... but I was very wrong, it seems I didn't know her at all.

His first clue had been a comment made by a close friend one evening. Had it been an attempt to warn him? Or had it been spite, because I always knew John had the hots for her. It was the way she used to dress, no bra and erect nipples, they always showed through her top, and John never stopped staring at her. And I know she liked teasing, the short skirts she always wore when we went out, especially when she wanted to play pool, those were the times that every guy seemed to be behind her when she bent over the table to take a shot. She knew she was flashing her pussy, she had to know, or why wear something so short, with just a thong, it was obvious she'd be showing some pink.

"I could have sworn I saw your Diana last week," John had said casually as Tony sipped his beer, "It couldn't have been her though, because she was all over some strange guy, but still, she was identical, she could have been Diana's twin."

"Really." Tony had replied, not really taking a great deal of notice until John lit a slow burning fuse.

"Same taste in clothes too," he chuckled, "She was wearing a short red skirt, and a t-shirt with the Chanel logo on the front, a tight one that showed clearly that she wasn't wearing a bra."

And that was the point that Tony began to pay attention, it had been the logo that rung a small alarm bell in his head, Diana had a t-shirt like that, it was one of her favourites, and she rarely wore a bra under it, even though her tits had sagged a little. John had hinted that her nipples had been poking, something that he knew Diana loved to show.

"When was this?" Tony asked, trying to maintain a neutral expression, and refusing to jump to any hasty conclusion, because Diana didn't own the only Chanel t-shirt, and she couldn't be the only black woman that had erect nipples.

John thought for a few seconds, then nodded, as though agreeing with himself. "Last Tuesday, I'm certain because that's my darts night, me and the rest of the team were playing a match across on the other side of town."

Tuesday? Tony felt his stomach turn. Diana had gone out that night, allegedly it had been one of her friend's birthday. She'd said that a group of them were going for a few drinks then heading to a club.

Tony hadn't questioned when she'd told him, why would he, he didn't own her, and wasn't the possessive, controlling, type. It was a girl's night out, nothing to worry about.

But the seed had been sown, and from that moment on he had kept a watchful eye on her comings and goings, always hunting for confirmation... and praying that he would never find it.

But find it I did he sighed. 

Not sure if it was an invasion of her privacy or not, he had opened her purse one evening while she was in the shower. Inside he found all the usual things, her phone, bank cards, tissues and lipstick. Nothing out of the ordinary, but then he spotted a small zipped pocket in the lining, and inside that pocket he discovered something that caused a wave of nausea to wash over him. Two condom wrappers, one intact, the other open and empty!

Quickly he had closed the purse then raced down the stairs and grabbed his car keys from their hook beside the front door. He needed to get away, he needed time to think. His first reaction had been confrontation, he should have placed the two condom wrappers on the bed, then waited for her to fabricate a lie to explain why she possessed items that they, as a couple, never used.