The knife slid in so easily. I had always thought it would be difficult, that the flesh would be strong. As it turns out, when one is using a good sharp kitchen knife the blade slides in as easily as it would through butter. Why though, why did it have to come to this?

	It was a cool February twenty-first, just reaching into evening I was in the kitchen preparing Fajitas for dinner. It was a peaceful night, or at least it started out that way. My wife was out with some friends, leaving me home alone to catch up on my backlog of work; even though I work from home I never get much time to relax.

	Yet I finished the work early enough to begin making a really nice dinner for me and Jennifer. It was gonna be something exotic but still easy enough for me. I had bought the ingredients before she left with her friends so I hadn't needed the car the whole evening she was out. A beautiful steak fajita with black beans and Spanish rice dinner, such perfection it was to be.

	As I finished the dinner and was setting out the food she came home, a little tipsy as she came in, parked sloppily as usual she'd park when tipsy; I'd have to fix it in the morning. Going to the door to greet her and help her to get to a place to sit, I was instead greeted to a completely different sight for once... She had an arm wrapped around the neck of a man who was quite a bit taller than myself; hell he was even built better than I was. Asking curiously who this was, she instead ignored me, leaving the large man to answer “Your friend wanted to bring me home to show me around, said she has a roommate who really knows how to make a good meal.”

	Nodding a bit I smiled to what he said, not quite catching that he had said friend, “I am a great cook, if you'd get her down on the couch I have dinner ready so we can wait till she's feeling better to eat.” He chuckled a bit, nodding as he carried her all himself to the couch. The way he held Jennifer was strange, but at the moment I was more concerned with helping her come to her senses.

	Leaving for the kitchen I got out a glass and started preparing my effective cure for a tipsy state and a hangover if there was one. While preparing I began to hear giggling from the living room, curious about what my wife was giggling about I took the glass with the mixture into the living room... What I saw... What I saw was too much.

	The man hadn't just carried her to the couch, he had her laid down and was teasing her sensually, kissing her neck while fondling her breasts! It... It was intolerable!! Quickly setting down the glass I went to him to pull him off, yelling at him, “Get your hands off my wife you bastard!”

	To say he was surprised at what I said is an understatement, “Wife... The fuck, she said you were just a friend?” Blinking with surprise I looked down at my wife of five years then at the man who was still groping my wife's breasts. “Yes, she's my wife...” It was at this time that she started to awaken from her stupor and looking at us she... She smirked... And pulled the man down into a kiss.

	I dare say both of us were surprised by this, me far more than him since he was easily getting into it. Taking his queue from her he ignored me as she was. I tried once more to pull them apart, only to have both of them suddenly push me across the room, tripping over the living room center table I sprawled backwards to stare at her, him forgotten, “Jen... Jenni what are you doing?”

	While pulling off the man's shirt she said, “Shut up you wimp, I'm tired of pretending to be faithful to such a shit stain.” What... What words! I couldn't believe the things that were coming out of my wife, the woman I loved loyally for five years! Wait... Pretending to be...?

	Standing up, I was panting, my eyes wide as I watched... Watched as that man dropped his pants, revealing a cock that easily dwarfed mine... I watched as he pulled up skirt, her pantiless skirt... And then... Then it was in, him pushing with a low groan as he stretched her in ways I never could.

	It... It was too much. Closing my eyes and breathing heavily I went into the kitchen, shuddering hard before suddenly collapsing to the floor, laying my back against the fridge as I breathed deeply... Trying... Trying to blot out the noise... Her moans... His words... “Moan louder bitch, make your husband hear you. Scream out like a good slut~.” 

	It was too much... Too much... I don't know why... Why I did it... Even as I watched myself rise from where I was. Walking so smoothly over to the knife block I pulled out the longest blade we had. It was a filet knife for fish, fish had always been her favorite kind of food...

	Looking over the blade I got out the sharpening tool and with a slow deliberateness I sharpened the blade. I could have done it fast, done it sloppily but... They were too busy to hear me, to care at what I was doing, their moans too loud to hear what I was doing. Scchhhhick... Scchhhhick... Scchhhhick... Over and over I listened with an ever focusing attention to the sounds as the filet knife was run over by the sharpener again and again...

	I think it was about then, as I was cutting my thumb by simply pressing it to the blade, that I had decided what to do. The knife was just a focus, a way to gather my thoughts for the task ahead. But, the thinking was done and the knife was sharp... It was time to get to work.

	Leaving the kitchen I held the blade easily in my hands and walked quietly to stand across the room so they could see me. I was patient, they were engrossed in their task and I didn't want to interrupt them... It would have been rude. All in all their fucking; I can't call it love making, that would imply that she could love; I think their fucking only took about twenty minutes, a long wait but bearable. Funny thing is, it wasn't even sexy, all during that time I never once got a boner... Strange.

	Finally though they finished, and the man... I never learned his name, the man sat back on the couch, panting heavily with exertion. Jennifer laid there, her whole body shuddering with delight and ecstasy the kind I could never give her. I think it was maybe thirty seconds before the man noticed I was standing there... I think he kind of got what was gonna happen pretty quickly cause he was already speaking as I took a step toward them, “Dude put that knife away, you don't need to get violent just cause of some stupid bitch.”

	The moment he called her a stupid bitch she was up, upset at him... But when she saw me with the knife she just gawked at me. The guy though, he was getting up from the couch, pulling his pants up in a hurry. “Dude, I have no part in any of this, alright?” Glancing at him I gave a bit of a smirk even as she spoke up, “Just kick his ass, he's too much of a wimp to seriously fight back. Or are all those muscles just for show?”

	The muscles comment I guess got him moving, cause instead of trying to get me to try and do her first he lunged at me, I don't know if he was into any kind of fighting but... His muscles really were just for show. Despite my large size I had always kept myself limber, to keep sex with her exciting in any way possible of course, so the moment he lunged I moved to the side.

	Maybe if I hadn't been holding onto the knife he could have done something. But the moment he moved past me the knife went out. It caught him on his abs and the knife sliced through easily as he went past. I think I was stepping forward toward her then as he collapsed... His intestines spilling out from the deep slice the knife had made.

	She screamed then, her eyes staring at the pink and red mass that was falling out of his body. He was clamoring stupidly, trying to push them back inside as they just kept falling out. I was moving toward her, she should have looked at me...

	Reaching out to grab her neck my hand found grip around it, her attention too distracted. Finally looking at me she began to plead as I pushed her back onto the couch, “John... John please... Don't do this... Please... I... I love you...”

	Love me? She never loved anyone except for hard sex... I should have listened to my friends back then... Leaning close to her, the knife pressing against her abdomen, sliding in ever so smoothly I spoke gently, “At least I let you die after doing what you really loved...” I gave the knife a hard tug, sliding it across her belly. Cutting it open as easily as I would gut the fishes I once would make her for dinner.

	As she died I looked into her eyes, I watched the life in them fade away... And in that moment I found myself regretting what I did... But I also found myself enjoying it... The life fading... The growing emptiness... The void taking her away... It was... It was beautiful... Oh god... I'm a killer...

	With the startling realization of what I was, I let go of the knife, stepping back to stare at her... And soon I stared at him, doubled over the carpet I had cleaned only two days ago... That stain he made would take a lot of cleaning to remove... Why... Why was this so easy to handle? Why wasn't I freaking out?

	I couldn't understand, and I was scared of myself... So scared that I walked calmly to the telephone, picked it up and dialed 911. Once I mentioned two deaths I think it only took ten minutes for the police to arrive. They really should try to arrive faster to murders... Murder... That's what it was... Murder... I was a murderer and I didn't feel bad.

	If I didn't feel bad... Why did I call them... I don't know, maybe it's cause I didn't want to be that... That person... A killer... But... I did kill... I'm dangerous.

	Looking up at the officer's, the young brown haired German Italian looks at the officers with eyes that had died that night as he confessed to a double murder. Signing his name he walked calmly in handcuffs. What little trial there would be, would be simply cause his state appointed lawyer would argue him being mentally unstable but... It was done, the confession would guarantee that even in the best case scenario he'd get life imprisonment, but only if he was lucky. Life had shown though that luck was in zero quantities for him.