Ella left with a short ‘goodbye,’ before he could even see what she was wearing. A minute later Mark saw her drive off in her blue Audi, as he peeked through the living room window. He sat in his favorite chair, facing the fireplace, and unlocked his phone. Fairly soon, he was looking at a green dot moving on a map. He put the phone on the coffee table and went to the kitchen. He came back with a cup of coffee and picked up his phone again. He was looking at it, as though he was looking at a sports game on TV, with undivided attention and a huge amount of nervousness.
When the green dot passed Jane’s place about ten minutes later, his heart sunk, his face went pale, making the rings around his eyes even darker. His mouth and throat were dry again, and his hand began shaking. He carried the phone as he got a bottle of wine from the fridge. He did not bother to get a glass and took a long sip directly from the bottle. As his head shook nervously, he wondered where the dot would stop. There was a hint of hope that there was something wrong with the spy application, as the car almost left the city limits. But then it stopped and all hope was gone. He zoomed in and saw that Ella’s car was parked next to a hotel.
“Fuck,” he muttered and began pacing the room.
The dot was motionless and a storm of unbearable visions filled his head. He checked the hotel again and without any hesitation called it.
“Hello, is Mr. Robson staying at your hotel?” he asked the receptionist. “He told me to call this number.”
“Just a second, sir,” a pleasant voice said. “I’m afraid Mr. Robson is not staying with us.”
“What about Mrs. Watson?” he asked again.
There was a long pause on the other side.
“No, Mrs. Watson is not here, either,” a voice said and Mark could swear the polite receptionist was smiling.
He hung up, certain they did not use their real names. For the next hour or so, he kept checking the dot on his phone and each time he saw it not moving he felt like someone stabbed him with a longsword. Headache pumped in his temples as he walked around the room, like a mouse trapped in a hole. There were so many things that could be done in an hour and he could only think of the worst possible ones.
When the dot remained in place after ninety minutes, Mark began planning his course of action. Divorce was the first idea he could think of. Cheating on her was the second one. An eye for an eye. He wanted her to feel his pain, he wanted to free himself from pain. When really ominous schemes started intoxicating him, he went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Ella was back almost three hours later. Mark was sitting in the living room, with the TV on, and another cup of coffee in front of him. She walked in with a smile. Mark hated her cheerfulness that afternoon, he despised her good mood, and her freshly applied makeup. Even through the unfamiliar scent of a shower gel, he could smell the old man on her.
“What have you been up to?” she said as she slumped in the chair opposite from him.
“Not much. How is Jane?” he sounded cold and distant.
He watched her squirm in the chair, he listened to her lie and wondered if she had sucked the old man’s dick. He did not just wonder, he wanted to know if those lying lips were wrapped around that old cock. Mark could not tell whether she was exhausted or rested. She seemed relaxed as she put her feet up on the table between them. He wondered if Greg grabbed her by the ankles as he pumped her pussy. Mark knew how playful Ella can be when she wants to. He knew her seductive moves, smiles, and dirty talk. She could melt a man’s heart and make his dick hard instantly and simultaneously. She knows how to get wild, and how to entice and please. And he knew Greg Robson must have enjoyed himself that morning.
“I’m going out,” he got up. “I promised Emilio I would go to lunch with him.”
“How is Emilio?” she sounded genuinely interested.
“He’s doing great,” Mark headed out. “And, honey, your stocking seems to be torn.”
Ella looked down at a long run in her nylons, going from her heel to the back of her knee.
“Oh, shit, it’s really torn,” she chuckled. “It must be the car door again.”
“Must be,” Mark added and left the room, carrying unbearable weight on his shoulders.
He did not promise his friend Emilio anything; he just needed to get out of the house before he began talking. Another minute in there and he would confront her, and that just did not seem like a good idea at the time. He spent the entire day outside, but she never called to check on him. It was close to midnight when he returned, and Ella was already in bed. He checked on her sleeping peacefully, like her conscience was completely clean. Then he went downstairs again and headed to the garage. If there was another phone, it would be either somewhere in her car, or in the garage.
First, he took a long look at the garage and searched a few toolboxes. Then he unlocked her car and leaned in. He did not have to look for too long; in the side pocket of the front door, under a package of wet wipes, he felt a metallic object. What he pulled out was Ella’s phone, one he had never seen before. As if she was certain he would never find it, she used the same password to lock it. His heart was racing as he rushed back to the house. It must be the car door, she had told him earlier.
He went straight to the living room and checked the messages first. Ella had secret social media accounts, secret apps Mark was not familiar with, and contacts he had never heard of. In his hand, he was holding the secret life of his wife. Texts were devastating. They were obscene, sexual, and contained nude images. Most of them were with the contact she saved as G.R. and they mostly contained times and places where the two would meet. Both Ella and her lover were looking forward to each date, promising each other wild rides, best orals, and sex they would never forget.
Mark scrolled through all of them, breathing heavily, and holding back his anger. When he accessed her videos and pictures, he felt like he was going to die. The battery was almost drained out, so he quickly connected the phone to his laptop and reopened Ella’s gallery using the mouse. He scrolled through several pictures of her naked, then saw Greg nude, and finally both of them together. The old man was smiling at the camera as he lay on top of Ella between her legs. Mark played the video.
He saw nude Ella positioning the phone close to the bed before getting on all fours and glancing over her shoulder.
“Come on, baby, fuck me,” she chuckled happily.
Greg appeared in the shot, approaching Ella on his knees and with his hard dick swinging in front of him.
“Look at that fine ass,” the old man said and settled behind her back.
Ella wiggled her ass, smacking the man’s dick, before arching her back seductively. She laughed, obviously amused by the way she taunted the old man.
“Hold still, sweetie,” Greg laughed with her. “Do you wanna get fucked or what?”
“Oh, I do,” she exhaled and stopped moving. “Is this okay with you?”
“It’s perfect, honey,” Greg said and pushed his hips forward.
Ella closed her eyes with a blissful smile on her face. The old man’s dick slid in and out of her pussy at a slow pace. Greg observed the penetration with a proud smile on his face. He held her by the hips, burying his fingers deep into the flesh of her buttocks and watched his dick pushing forward-back.
As he watched his wife getting fucked on his laptop, Mark felt like he was burning in a fever, melting from the heat, and pouring into the floor like hot lava. His face was completely red, and his eyes looked glossier than ever. Jealousy, failure, and emotions he could not define overwhelmed him. A strange mixture of rejection, loss, and betrayal gave birth to something new, a feeling he was not proud of at all. He was becoming aroused in the strangest possible way. His erection was psychologically painful but felt real and liberating. He was not excited because he was watching two people having sex, he was turned on by the fact that it was his wife with another man.
He unbuttoned his pants and gritted his teeth, hating his body and his twisted mind at that momen
t. He watched Greg pumping Ella faster, stirring pleasure in her body, and causing her to moan louder. As her body twitched, Mark began masturbating. Finally witnessing his darkest fears felt a lot more unshackling than he would expect. The chains were off, suspicions were facts now, and things could not be any worse. Mark felt liberated.
Ella’s face on the video was in joyful agony as Greg looked at the camera with that dirty grin on his face.
“This feels so good, baby,” she sobbed under him.
After her words, his thrusts became even faster and harder.
“You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked,” Greg smiled as he pulled out and tapped her pussy with the tip of his dick.
“Keep fucking me, Greg,” she pleaded.
As the old man began another round of plowing, Mark jerked off faster. It took him only seconds to ejaculate. Screams and moans still filled the room, and the unlikely couple was still enjoying their shameful fornication when Mark’s sperm drenched his pants and his hand.
“What the hell is this?” he heard Ella’s voice and froze.
He turned around and saw her standing in the doorway with her face contorted.
CHAPTER 3
“How dare you go through my private things?” she yelled and stormed out of the room.
“Private things?” he yelled back after her, putting his pants on. “Is that what you call cheating on me?”
“Cheating?” she scoffed as she came back to the living room. “How do you call searching my phone?”
“Secret phone, honey,” he said sarcastically. “Why aren’t we talking about the old man fucking you?”
“What do you wanna know?” she dared him. “Was it good? You have no idea, sweetie, he really knows how to fuck me. What else do you wanna know?”
“Well, I hope you two get married someday,” Mark retorted.
“Mark, please,” she shook her head angrily. “You were the one who pushed me away. Your rules, jealousy, spying, and panicking. Do you remember the last time we fucked? Me neither. Your head is a mess, Mark.”
“You’re the mess, honey,” he grasped for straws. “Why him? Why anyone, but why him?”
“Because he wanted to. Because he asked. Because he could,” she whispered. “I need sex, I want it, and he just happened to be there.”
“So, you’re telling me he’s the only one?” he laughed.
“Yes, Mark. He’s the only one,” she nodded. “We’ve been fucking for two months now. Is that what you wanna know? Do you know what I wanna know?”
“We have nothing to talk about anymore.”
“I think we do,” she said. “I wanna know why you were jerking off to that video. That shit turns you on, that’s why.”
Mark stood there motionless and speechless.
“That’s it. That’s your thing, Mark, can’t you see?” she almost burst into laughter. “You like watching other men fuck your wife. Don’t you?”
Mark was still silent.
“I haven’t seen your cock hard in months,” she squinted. “And it got hard while you watched him fuck me. Do you wanna watch us fuck some more?”
Mark sat in his chair, gripping the arms nervously. He was looking down, shaking his head like a disappointed man, choosing not to say anything. He was ashamed by the sight of his cum-drenched pants
“You need to talk to someone,” she said in a quiet voice. “That’s not normal.”
She stormed out of the room again, leaving her husband confined to his chair, unable to move. He was angered by her anger. The sin of his spying was no greater than her cheating, and yet, she had managed to turn everything upside down and blame it all on him. He was also angered by his arousal, the reaction he could not understand at all. Humiliation gave him satisfaction, emotional pain had somehow freed him from self-awareness and anxiety. Fear and worry were replaced by the strangest exhilaration he had ever experienced. Falling into the abyss of masochism felt surprisingly comfortable, refreshingly exciting, and most of all, primal at its core. Watching Ella tamed by another man, used by him in such a nonchalant way had given him an unexpected joy. He knew the taste of her, her scent, the sensation of her vagina, and the rustle of her skin. It was all familiar to him, and seeing someone else enjoying it all had blended pain with pleasure, mixed desperation with hope. After the high was over, Mark did not know how to deal with it. He was determined to talk someone as Ella had suggested, but he was worried about his desire to chase that high again. A huge chunk of his fret for Ella’s fidelity was peeled off of him, but it revealed something more disturbing lying underneath. Stripped down to his bare essence, he was now left with another troubling discovery. He did enjoy being cuckolded.
After sleeping in the living room, Mark got up early and took a quick shower. There was only one person he could talk to without being judged, or made fun of – his friend Emilio.
“Oh, wow, I don’t know what to tell you,” his childhood friend Emilio said.
Mark sat across from him, elbows on knees, speaking as quietly as possible. Emilio looked startled by his friend’s confession and kept nodding involuntarily. Mark kept looking around to make sure Emilio’s wife was not on her way to the living room.
“You wanna real drink?” Emilio asked and got up.
“No, I’m good.”
Emilio grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his drink table and filled his glass.
“I have to ask, buddy,” he said after a long sip. “Have you…do you have…?”
“Like I said, Emilio,” Mark interrupted him. “I’ve been having problems in the bedroom. I was getting crazy, and I just couldn’t…you know.”
“But, now you could,” Emilio concluded.
“Yeah.”
“But she did cheat on you, though,” Emilio nodded with brows raised. “It’s not like you two had some kind of agreement.”
“Exactly.”
Emilio scratched his bearded face while carefully observing his best friend.
“And you liked it?”
Mark nodded.
“Do you want to divorce her now?”
“I don’t know, man,” Mark took Emilio’s glass and drank some of his whiskey. “I’m afraid I’ll always be this way. I might go through the same shit with another woman if I ever get married again.”
“So you think you have to face this? Get it out of your system, is that you’re saying?”
“Maybe,” Mark shrugged.
“I’m not a therapist, bro, but maybe, and this is going to sound a bit strange, but this might actually save your marriage.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you enjoy watching her…like that,” Emilio stuttered. “Maybe you need to take it to another level. You guys wouldn’t be the first couple that did this.”
Mark reclined in his chair and blinked rapidly.
“Watch her a few times,” his friend added. “Be there in the room, observe it. After a while, you might stop having those problems. I mean, does she love you? And do you love her?”
“I guess.”
“Well, before you judge her, put yourself in her shoes,” Emilio sighed. “And then, after you see her having sex with a few guys, you will stop being so obsessive.”
“A few guys?” Mark almost yelled.
“Yeah, man,” Emilio sounded defensive. “You’ll know when you’ve had enough. After a while, you’ll have normal sex with her. If not, then at least you’ll know you’ve tried everything.”
The Sun appeared between the clouds and the wind stopped blowing. The road was quickly drying as Mark drove back home. He knew his life was changing rapidly and he was not able to hold all the strings together, but at least he had a plan. His friend had only confirmed the decision he had already made. He needed to talk to his wife.
He found Ella in the living room, talking to her sister on the phone. She only glanced at him, barely acknowledging his presence before looking away again. He placed the car keys quietly on the table and sat across from her, observ
ing her carefully. She looked annoyed by his presence and told her sister she would call her back. Then she ended the call and got up to get out of the room.
“Wait,” Mark said and grabbed her hand gently. “Let’s talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about. You’re a lawyer, don’t you already have our divorce papers ready?”
“It doesn’t have to end like this.”
“How will it end, Mark?” she sat down angrily, eyes welling up. “Look at us. I’m a cheater, you’re a sick pervert who watches me. We’re not meant to be together. What kind of couple are we?”
“Apparently, we’re not the only strange couple.”
“I didn’t wanna be strange,” Ella gasped.
“Oh, come on, Ella,” Mark wailed. “I’ve seen you change men like socks. I was your crying shoulder for years.”
“Why did you marry me, then?” she glared at him. “Seriously, if you knew what I’m like, why do all of this? You’re half-impotent because of your fear of my personality.”
Mark was stunned by her reasoning and calm behavior. She was not wrong at all.
“There might be a way we could fix this,” he cleared his throat.
“You should have fixed this a long time ago,” she was getting angrier. “This is all on you, baby. And I wanted this to work.”
“I will do my best,” he promised.
“What are you gonna do?” she scoffed. “You’re a sick man, you need professional help. You get off to videos of your wife cheating on you.”
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