With a whisper she plucked the blindfold from my eyes and I blinked into the bright light, such a contrast from the darkness I had been plunged into. Bit by bit things came into focus, and I realized that we were not alone.

He was there, leaning against the wall.

Anthony.

Wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt but looking far more toned and built and attractive than I did in even the finest suit. A cocky smile on his face, arms crossed over him as his head shook slightly. As his eyes glimmered with delight at my situation.

Anthony was here, and it was clear to me that he had only one thought on his mind.

I could see it when his eyes turned from me to Sophie. I could see the way his nostrils flared, the way his eyes glimmered with delight and the cruel streak in his smile became more pronounced.

Anthony was ready to unwrap his gift. He was ready to have her.

I pushed against the bounds, struggling to free myself. Sophie was just out of reach and I saw a flash of something on her face that I couldn’t quite recognize or understand.

I think it was spite.

“What’s going on here?” I asked, “What are you doing?”

“Just what you asked me to do, dear husband,” she cooed, “I brought Anthony into our bedroom for your birthday present.”

“Jesus Sophie that was a joke,” I protested, I lied, “I didn’t mean it.”

Sophie just shook her head, “No you didn’t. No, it wasn’t a joke. I felt the way you came in me. I felt the way you filled me with your cum. You want this husband. You need this. This is your secret desire.”

She was so certain and I was so tired of the lies and the secrets. I didn’t want to lie to her anymore. I didn’t want to deny my truth anymore.

It was out there now. She knew it and I knew it.

There was no sense in fighting.

I slumped in the chair, a blush rising in my cheeks. I couldn’t meet her eye and she snapped forward, grasping my chin and making me look at her.

“Look at how hard you are,” she said, “You’re aching for this. You want me to fuck someone else. You want me to fuck Anthony. This is what you want, don’t deny it.”

She stepped back and released me and I stared at the ground. I heard her words and they hit me like a blow.

“Happy birthday husband.”

Her footsteps seemed to echo in the silence of the room. He shifted his weight off the wall and took her in.

And though it was hard, though my heart ached to watch it. You better bet I was staring at them as they came together for the very first time.

I know that I should stop this. I know that I should protest and scream and thrash. I know that if I did it would put an end to this.

I know that she still loves me.

But I can’t help it, can’t help my inaction as I watch his arms close around her. The way his hands grip her body possessively. The way his eyes lock with mine as he bends down to kiss her.

I can’t move. I can’t say a word. I can barely even breathe as my deepest desire becomes a reality right before my eyes.

She kisses him and I can feel it from here. I can feel the passion and the fury between them, the barely restrained need and pent up frustration from years of denial.

I knew it. They’ve wanted each other for so long but something held them back, something kept them as just friends.

But they needed this as much as I did.