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The Cheating Wife Site

We get a lot of twisted, fucked-up stories here in the Gutter. None of that concerns me. Nor does it shock me.

I just never knew that Wayne knew my ex-wife . . .

The Cheating Wife Site by Wayne Scheer



I was lonely after you left me. Lonely and horny. So this classified ad caught my eye. “Meet hot and sexy cheating wives.”  

When I answered the ad and paid my money, they gave me access to a video site where I could choose from bored housewives who wanted to cheat on their husbands. I half thought I’d find your picture. I even scanned the page looking for your name, but they called themselves Precious, Lovely and Luscious with a few Cindi’s, Candi’s and Barbi’s thown in, all ending with “i.”

I laughed. You could call yourself Karli, Karli the lying, cheating bitch of a whore who ran off with Richard, the next-door neighbor. I wonder if there’s a site for cheating husbands? He could be Dicki.

Richard’s wife and I consoled each other. We considered fucking out of spite, but the memories were too raw. Besides, unlike you, Carol is decent. She did it right. Got a lawyer and screwed Richard the old fashioned way. Through his wallet. Good for her.

I spent too much time feeling sorry for myself. By the time I got a lawyer, you had hired a better one. With money from our savings. I had to move to a small apartment.


At least I got enough in the settlement to buy a computer, so I could search sex sites to remember what I was missing. I’d work all day and beat off to Internet porn at night. A hell of a life. Oh, I dated a woman at work for a while. But you were still in my head, haunting me like bad clams. I couldn’t trust her. I grew jealous. Surprise no relationship developed, huh?

Then I found the cheating wife site. I paid for some of the women. They played their role and I tried playing mine. One of them, I think she called herself Cherri, said, “You’re not into this. What do you really want?”

I surprised the hell out of myself when I heard me say, “I want to kill my ex-wife. I want to get a gun and shoot her up her cunt after telling her how much I hate her fucking guts.”

Cherri kicked me out, but for the first time in my life I didn’t procrastinate. I went to a pawnshop and bought a gun.

And here I am, Karli with an “i.” Any last words for Dicki?

Wayne Scheer has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and a Best of the Net. He’s published hundred of stories, poems and essays in print and online, including Revealing Moments, a collection of flash stories, available at http://issuu.com/pearnoir/docs/revealing_moments. A short film has also been produced based on his short story, "Zen and the Art of House Painting." Wayne lives in Atlanta with his wife and can be contacted at wvscheer@aol.com.