Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. **Cheating Wife** At twenty-three years old Melissa Coss was happy, beautiful, and she looked forward to a bright future with her equally-beautiful wife: Samantha Coss. The girls fell in love at the age of thirteen; as soon as they realized that they were lesbians. The two married right out of high school, much to the dismay of their families, and enjoyed five years together. The couple was even talking about adopting a child at some point. Then one afternoon, that perfect life would come crashing down. Melissa came home after a long day at work, and as soon as she took her first step across the threshold and into the house they shared her heart stood still; from their bedroom she could clearly hear moans of pleasure. Normally, since it wasn't that unusual for Samantha to masturbate while Melissa was away, she wouldn't be concerned. However, two distinct voices could be heard echoing down the hallway. "This really feels... ooooh!" A voice, which Melissa immediately knew didn't belong to her wife, screamed out. A flush of anger and raw hatred washed over Melissa at the sound of that scream, and all coherent thoughts were replaced with bloodlust. She placed her purse by the door and went to the kitchen, and returned three minutes later with a butcher knife. The knife was doused with rubbing alcohol and salt. Melissa stormed down the hallway and stopped in front of the open doorway with white-hot hatred etched on her normally-beautiful face and her waist-length blonde hair swaying in the breeze. Samantha, a twenty-four-year-old Hispanic girl with long black hair and large tits, was on the bed propped up by her knees and her ass sticking straight up in the air. She was bent forward and her head between the legs of a young girl, licking her clit while her index finger probed her pussy. The girl was petite with short brunette hair, probably around fifteen, and sprawled out naked with her eyes shut. She was softly moaning, while twitching and clenching the fabric of the comforter. "You can come join us if you'd like, my love," Samantha offered seductively. The teen opened her eyes and looked at Melissa; at first with a smile, then with fear when she saw the anger on her face. When Samantha offered it as if Melissa would not only approve, but would enjoy it, the bloodlust finally consumed her every being. After giving the teen with her wife's tongue on her pussy a go-to-hell look, she clenched the knife hard. In the back of her mind, the sane portions of it, she wanted to talk this over; but a state of barbarism held her. She stepped over the threshold and walked over to Samantha. The teen was clearly in fright, but Samantha was clueless about what was to happen. Samantha was about to take the girl's clit into her teeth again when pain erupted from her pussy and quickly dispersed through her body; Melissa shoved the entire length of the knife between her slit, tearing through her clit and sinking into her soft womanhood. She raised up and took in a huge breath of air, and then another one when Melissa yanked the knife back out. Samantha and the teen started screaming; the latter scuttled to the headboard before rolling off the bed, and scooted into a corner. Melissa didn't let up. Before Samantha could move, she thrust the knife again. This time the knife tore through her asshole and pierced her rectum; instead of pulling it straight out, Melissa twisted it, shredding the inside of her anus until it was no more than a hole of shredded flesh. Amidst the screaming, Melissa pulled the knife out and continued stabbing Samantha's cunt and asshole, all the while calling her a "worthless cheating whore," and "faithless cunt." When she tried to squirm away Melissa grabbed her legs and forced her onto her back, and then continued stabbing her spread labia. "After all that we been through together?" Melissa spat into Samantha's distorted, tear-filled face. Samantha tried to say something, but the overwhelming pain made it impossible to say it coherently. Melissa stopped for a second, with her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Then she raised the knife, staring coldly into Samantha's fearful eyes, and brought it down hard into her throat. Samantha sputtered as the blade sank into neck. Blood sprayed from both the wound and her mouth, and she made wet rasping sound as she attempted to breathe. Blood sprayed like a fountain when the knife came out. Samantha instinctively tried to move, but Melissa pinned her head against the bed. She started slashing at the Latina's large tits with the same viciousness that she stabbed her pussy with. By the time Samantha fell silent, her breasts were no more than chunks of flesh attached to her chest. She stood over her dead wife's body breathing heavily, with sweat pouring from every part of her body. The teen was sitting in the corner sobbing and shaking, desperately hoping that Melissa would somehow forget she was there. She was not that fortunate, because as soon as Melissa caught her breath and recomposed herself, she looked directly at the young girl. "Come here, bitch," She demanded coldly. The girl buried her face into her hands. "Please no, just leave me alone. I-I didn't know." She cried through her hands. "Who are you, and how did you meet my wife?" The girl's mumbled response was completely incomprehensible, and Melissa was quickly losing her patience. "Speak up now you little whore." The girl raised her head and looked at Melissa pleadingly for a few seconds, then she spoke quietly; "I-I'm M-m-m-onica." "What is it? Speak up!" "Monica!" The girl screamed. "Good. Now tell me how you knew Samantha." "Mrs. Coss w-was my teacher. She helped me come out of the closet... and offered to end my virginity." "So you're one of her students? And you knew she was married, since you called her Mrs." "She said you wouldn't care!" Monica said quickly. "Uh-huh. Well guess what bitch? She thought wrong!" "I'm-I'm sorry," Monica replied weakly, putting her hands together in a plea for mercy. "C-can I go now?" "Go? Hah! The only thing you're going is to to die!" Those words pierced through her emotions like a dagger, and her immediate reaction was to start bawling. "Now now, I promise that if you don't resist I will make it go quickly," Melissa promised as she walked over to her. "B-but I-I-I didn't mean a-any harm! I-I don't deserve to die! Can you please just forgive me?" "It's not just the fact that I'm unwilling to forgive you, but I can't let you go after you've seen this. Sorry honey." If truth was told, Melissa wanted to kill Monica not for revenge or to eliminate a potential witness, but for pleasure. Melissa didn't know it yet, but the brutal slaying Samantha unlocked a dark part of her she wasn't aware existed. "I won't tell," Monica replied weakly. "I'm sorry, but I will not risk it." Melissa reached down to grab Monica's arm and pull her up, but the frightened teen pulled away. "Look, I'm willing to give you a quick death. But if I have to wrestle you to the ground and force you to the bed, your death will be worse than Samantha's." Monica wanted to refuse to just let the woman kill her, but before she realized it she reached out her head and allowed Melissa to pull her up. Apparently she didn't have the will to fight and risk an agonizing death after all. "Please, please, please!" She repeated as Melissa pulled her to the bed. Melissa ignored her and grabbed her other arm before forcing her backwards onto the bed, where she lay looking up tearfully at Melissa, and bracing herself for whatever would happen. Monica squirmed when Melissa pinned her head to the bed and placed the knife against her throat. "Please just let me li-aughck!" Melissa dug the blade into the teen's smooth neck and carved a good deep gash to the other side. Blood sprayed up like a fountain and Monica's pleas became sick rasping noises. "Since you were such a cooperative little whore I'll give you a going away present." Melissa grabbed the teen's legs and spread them apart then placed her mouth on the girl's labia. She insert her tongue between her slit, which was already wet from when Samantha was eating her out. She licked Monica's slit as she expired, and after only fifteen seconds she orgasmed, and Melissa flinched as fountains of girl cum squirted her face. By the time Monica finished orgasming she was already unconscious and died shortly after, but Melissa's tongue continued to probe the dead teen's cunt for ten minutes. She finished and licked her lips, and as she got up she noticed the strong itch between her legs. "Too bad I couldn't get her to eat me before she died," Melissa muttered to herself. She couldn't be eaten out, but she had to relieve herself somehow. She kicked off her shoes then pushed her skirt and panties down to her ankles before tossing them aside. Then she climbed on the bed and mounted Monica's right leg and started grinding her pussy against her knee. She was so aroused that it didn't take long to reach orgasm; she fucked the girl's knee for thirty minutes and came three more times before she tired out. Strings of cum dripped from Melissa's cunt as she pulled herself off the dead girl's soaked leg, then she collapsed onto the bed next to her. After catching her breath she got up and laid Samantha's corpse across the bed, then laid Monica in her arms. She lit several candles on the nightstand next to the bed, and made sure one was extremely close to the pillow, before lighting the bed on fire. Then Melissa left the house to go shopping.