It’s been a problem for years, that quiet little demon in the back of my mind telling me that she was going to cheat too. Just like they all had before her.
I was happy with my wife, before she became my wife. Before she became my wife I’d been able to silence the fears that had ruined every single other relationship I’d had. I had no idea it would get this bad.
But the moment we were married things took a turn. I saw infidelity around every corner and I knew she was betraying me.
I drove her to this.
Into his arms. Into his bed. Into his desires.
I all but made her do this, and now I cannot look away.
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I didn’t have to search for long, slinking along through the garden and peeping into rooms to try to find them. I could hear them, the unmistakable sound of their moans drawing my forward towards the bedroom window and compelling me up to take a look.
A look inside.
They were in my bed. The bed that I shared with my wife in sleep only at this point. She was on him, the curve of her back catching the light through the window as she rose and fell on him.
I could see her, the sweat beading on her skin and the moans of her filtering through the air and out the window to me. The window was cracked open just enough to let me hear all of it, to let me hear her words.
“Oh Lance yes,” she cried out, “Oh god I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“I’m sorry,” he grunted, “Your husband-”
“Don’t talk about him right now,” she begged desperately, “Let me forget about him for just a moment. For just a moment I need only you.”
Lance spun her and pinned her to her back on the bed. His hands gripped her knees and pushed them apart and I watched his ass rising and falling as he pressed into her.
Claire reached for him, caressing the side of his face and drawing a single delicate finger down the line of his jaw before she pulled him into her. She kissed him with passion and fury, pressing her tongue into his mouth with a desperate need as she moaned while his hands ran up her body to cup and squeeze her breasts.
“Oh Lance don’t stop,” she cried out, burying her face in his neck and then throwing it backward, “Don’t stop! Never stop!”
“Claire you feel fantastic,” he cooed, “So fucking perfect…”
I watched her heels come around to press into the small of his back. Her hands pressing his head down to push him onto her breasts as he kissed and licked at her nipples. I watched it happen and I couldn’t look away.
And that anger flared in me but changed. That jealous demon becoming something different and more multi-faceted. More complex.
I could feel it, that nauseous feeling that I’d felt that day in the hallway watching Julie. I could feel it welling up in me and pulling me forward. Rushing in me and making it so hard to look away.
Making everything so hard for me.
God I was aching, my cock throbbing in my pants as I watched them together. I could feel it straining against my zipper, pulsing hard and begging for release.
That same pulsing need was in me too, roaring with an anger and a fury that was difficult to ignore. It was telling me a truth long denied. A truth that no one could have told me and even if they did that I never could have expected.