I thought she was happy. I thought we were happy. But she’s grown distant of late and I’m beginning to think she might be keeping secrets from me.
My wife is a housewife, and I love her for it. I try to make life good for her, a good house on a nice street and a quiet existence where she wants for nothing.
One day I don’t go to work. I get in my car and park around the corner. I follow her when she leaves the house. I watch where she goes.
I’m convinced now, she’s cheating on me. There is no other reason for her to be in this rough neighborhood. There is nothing here for her.
When I saw her pull that guy out of the bar I should have walked away, but I can’t. I know the truth now but my feet keep moving, following them down that dark alleyway.
I need to see this. I need to see it happen. For reasons I can’t quite explain or begin to understand there is a darkness in me that needs to be satisfied.
I need to watch.
Excerpt
So as I followed her car I tried to dismiss that thought and that possibility and think of other things.
It didn’t work.
The more I tried to turn my mind to other possibilities the more it came back to this. She was cheating on me, I knew it with certainty now. I knew it with all the conviction I had when I saw her sitting in that library reading and I knew that she was the woman who would become my wife.
I knew it.
And I could almost see it. I could almost hear it.
As my hands gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter and my vision narrowed to just the rear of that car in front of me I could see them together.
Her, I could picture with stunning clarity. Every inch of her petite body that was every bit as enticing as the first moment I had her in my bed strained by him.
By her new partner.
He didn’t have a face but he had a body that was cut from wood. Corded and hard with muscle, every bit of him rigid and defined. He was every bit my better. He was younger than me, fitter than me, hungrier than me.
He could satisfy her more than I ever could.
And he was taking her, pounding into her from behind. Her body was stretched to her limits and strained by him as she took him all the way to his root. As she felt every inch of him inside of her. As she felt every inch of him throbbing for her.
He didn’t love her but he needed her. He needed her tight little body for his satisfaction.
Her lover wanted to consume her, wanted to use her.
And that was all just fine by her.
I could see them together. I could hear her cries. I could hear his moans and the names that he called her.
Her lover was defiling her, he was taking her. He was unrelenting.
Pinning her up against a hard wall and pounding her into it until the plaster cracked behind her. Grabbing her and taking her rough and complete on the floor while her legs wrapped around him and pulled him in.
Running his hands up and down her body, pawing at her, licking her and tasting her and pleasing her.
Giving himself to her in every way. Using her to her full capacity.
He was in her mouth then he was between her legs and then he was in her ass. She would scream for more and beg for it. Her body tight as a bowstring while he pushed her over the edge into a climax that would be so much more satisfying than any that I’d ever given to her.
I was shaking as I thought of this. Legs trembling, hell my whole body was trembling. I felt surges of emotion rising within me and crashing over me but to my surprise, they were not anger or fear or resentment.
No the strongest emotion I had was playing out its game between my legs. Just thinking of her, just picturing her, was making me hard as a rock.
I was throbbing for it. Begging for more. I couldn’t believe it and the thought of it made me blink and shake my head, trying to shake away the feeling.
This wasn’t the way that it was supposed to go. This wasn’t the way that I was supposed to react.
I wasn’t supposed to get turned on by this.