Emily didn’t have an unkind bone in her body. When I met her everyone loved her, and I had to go and turn her into someone else.
Our romance was quick and intense, and though I never understood what she saw in me I relished it all the same. I loved her with all my heart, but she wasn’t my first love.
I’m the sort of man who is committed to his job, who puts the needs of work first. It’s given me success at a cost I never fully understood until now.
I was taking her for granted and I understand that. I wasn’t giving her the respect or the time that she deserved and I know that.
It took losing her to another man for me to get that crucial bit of knowledge.
When I came home from a trip unexpectedly I found them together. Watching hidden I saw them together time and again. I watched his hard body and her soft one, force and fury and love between the two of them that I could never offer to her.
I made this happen. I neglected our marriage and she found what she needed with another man.
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Reaching up and grabbing her by the waist he threw her roughly to one side. She cried out as she tumbled to the bed and then moaned as his firm hands gripped her and moved her how he wanted.
“Yes Craig,” she told him as he placed her on hands and knees, “Use me, Craig. Use me like your whore. Fill me up with that fucking cock and fuck me until I cum again Craig. Yes, I need it.”
There was no grace to his movements. He held nothing back. He buried himself deep inside of her and filled her with his thickness, making her cry out and scream for more.
“Fuck you’re big!” she told him, “Fuck Craig you’re so fucking big I don’t know how I always forget it. I never feel as full as I do with you Craig. No one can fuck me like you can.”
With one hand he reached up and pulled on her hair, with the other he held her waist as his hips began to move. He pounded into her while she cried out from the force of it. Begging him for everything he could give her, and when he spoke this time his voice came through clenched teeth and barely restrained emotion.
“You like it when I fuck you like a slut?” he asked, “You like it when I treat you like a whore?”
“Yes Craig,” she moaned, “I love it.”
“Fucking cheating slut,” he spat out at her, his hips pounding her and making her body bounce with the force of them, each time rebounding on him and pushing back to meet his strokes, “Cheating on your husband in his bed.”
“Fuck him!” she said loudly, “Fuck him and his fucking trips and his fucking work. Fuck him for never having time for me and for treating me like I’m second best. He could never make me feel like you can Craig. He could never satisfy me like you could. I should have started fucking you the day I met you. I can’t believe it took as long as it did for you to break down my walls.”
“But you’re mine now aren’t you slut?” he asked, “Who do you belong to?”
“You Craig!” she told him, “I belong to you now fuck me like you mean it.”
Her words put a blade in my heart. They wounded me so deep that I will never recover. They made me know with absolute certainty that I was the one who led us to this moment. I was the one who made a mistake.
And they hit the right button inside of me. That shame made something deep and dark inside of me ache with need. I felt it pulsing and pushing at my skin, begging for me to confess my truth to myself as I knelt there watching him take her. As I watched my wife commit herself to another man right in front of my eyes.
And I would be lying if I said that I never skipped this part of the video. Sometimes I loaded up the video just to watch this moment alone.
Because I needed to hear her say it. Over and over again.