by Lexi Archer
Damn. Had I done that?
“What the hell man?” Jeremy shouted.
A couple of other people who were in the bar were standing and looking over at us. The bartender, a guy both of us knew who didn’t particularly seem to care for Jeremy, was staring at us but didn’t say anything. I knew he wouldn’t say anything if this deescalated now. The question was how was I going to do that?
I rubbed at my wrists. They were really starting to hurt. Damn. I’d never actually punched someone out of anger. I’d never punched anyone for any reason, come to think of it. I mean that seemed like a stupid thing to say. Why else would you punch someone other than being angry at them? Self-defense maybe?
The point is it fucking hurt. I really hoped I hadn’t broken anything. That would be perfect for our wedding photos, me in a cast, assuming there even was still a wedding after all of these revelations were worked through. There was just too much to think of, too much to work through, but before I did any of that I needed to take care of business with Jeremy.
Business I should’ve taken care of a long time ago.
I leaned down over him and he flinched away from me. Good. Let him think he might be in a little bit of danger. To be perfectly honest he really and truly was just one more negative statement about Vanessa away from me taking him back behind the bar and having a heart to heart between my fist and his face away from prying eyes and pesky witnesses. I was surprised I was that angry, but there it was.
“Jeremy, consider yourself uninvited from the wedding. If you show up then I’m going to beat the shit out of you and call the cops. Maybe not in that order, but either way you’re getting the shit kicked out of you. I know most of the other guys in the wedding party would love a chance at that.”
His eyes widened but he didn’t say anything. He just nodded. Good. We understood one another.
“I also don’t want to hear about you saying anything about Vanessa to anyone ever again. I don’t want you around her. I don’t want you at any gathering where she might be. More than anything I very much don’t want anyone to find out about that video, or, well, just go back to what I told you about showing up at the wedding and imagine something a hundred times worse than that.”
This really wasn’t me. I was usually so calm and collected. There was just something about the way he’d been talking about Vanessa coupled with anger that really should’ve been directed at her for not telling me about that video that was causing me to bubble over in a big way right now. There must have been something about the look on my face, too, because he went wide-eyed and nodded again.
I reached out and patted him on the face which caused him to wince. I made sure to get him right on the spot where it was starting to bruise. Give him a little something to think about.
“I’m glad we understand each other,” I said. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
Jeremy scrambled up and he was out of the bar in an instant. I made my way over to the bar and sat down. Sighed.
“Trouble?” the bartender asked.
“No, that was just something I should’ve done a long time ago.”
“Not talking about your ex-buddy over there. You have the look of a guy who just found out some really bad news.”
“Something like that. Mix your strongest booze with some soda and pass it my way. I have some thinking to do.”
13: Video Evidence
I stared at the screen. It felt so weird for so many reasons.
Oddly enough the weirdest thing was that I was actually staring at a porn site. An honest-to-God porn site that took your money in exchange for showing you videos of naked women.
It had been forever and a day since I visited a site like this with the intent to actually spend money. Why bother when there were so many sites out there that would show you a five minute clip, and that was all you really needed for a little fun?
Not to mention Vanessa. It’s not like she was a prude who didn’t like me visiting sites like this. It had never really come up, but something told me she wouldn’t have a problem with it if she did see me visiting a porn site like this. I especially didn’t think she’d have a problem with it considering everything we’d discussed after our mutual fantasy came to light.
Of course that was the problem, wasn’t it? She really couldn’t have a problem with me visiting one of these sites now, and the reason she didn’t have a moral high horse to sit on was staring at me from the screen. Staring at me from a preview showing me what I could expect if I actually forked over the…
I glanced at the price. Holy shit! They actually expected me to pay $50 a month for this site? I suppose they were pretty niche, a site that specialized in videos of “real” women who were cheating on their boyfriends or husbands, but that still felt a little salty.
Not that I had a choice in the matter. No, I was going to be paying that money whether I liked it or not, because sitting on the page staring up into the camera with a smile on her face was Vanessa.
There were several different shots. A shot of her smiling at the camera as she walked through a door of a strip mall entrance that could be at any strip mall in the United States. Only I knew that strip mall. I almost thought I could see my car off in the distance, but that had to be wishful thinking. The angle was all wrong.
The next was a shot of her sitting on what looked like a futon. It was a little different from the iconic black leather casting couch you usually saw in those videos, but I was concentrating more on Vanessa than what she was sitting on.
It was the next series of pictures that really got my attention though. Vanessa taking off her clothes. Vanessa, my gorgeous wife who I thought was waiting for marriage, standing topless. It was a sight that I thought was for my eyes only, and yet there she was showing off the goods for the entire world to see. Of course the entire world didn’t know she was my fiancee, but it didn’t matter.
And yet at the same time I was so turned on looking at those pictures. It was so fucking hot realizing that there were probably countless men paying for access to this site just so they could see the new hot thing being put on display, and in this case the new hot thing being put on display was my gorgeous wife-to-be.
Then again after seeing all of this I wasn’t sure if she would still be my wife-to-be. I was turned on by all of this, sure, but at the same time she’d lied to me about it. She’d gone into that casting call and she’d done all of this and then when I asked her point blank if anything like this happened she’d liked about it.
I wouldn’t have even cared if I knew it happened. I probably would’ve gotten just as turned on as I was feeling right now, but minus the crippling disappointment that she thought she needed to lie, to keep this from me. Now what could’ve been one hell of a turn on had just turned into profound sadness.
I was still turned on. Those next pictures were testament to that. My wife-to-be getting even more naughty than just taking her clothes off. Her getting down on her knees. Her with another man’s cock poised at the edge of her lips in a shot that was so fucking hot and a mirror of something she’d done for me a couple of times when I was getting really frustrated about the lack of actual sex in our sex life.
And then it ended. That was even more frustrating than anything else. It was as though the bastards running the site knew that anyone visiting was going to want a hell of a lot more than that, and to find out a hell of a lot more than that you needed to pay that $50 monthly fee.
Damn it.
Not that there was ever any doubt that I was going to pay whatever it took to see the video. There might be a preview available, but this was one instance where the five minute preview wasn’t going to be enough for me. The pictures I could see weren’t going to be enough.
Because there was a question burning in the back of my mind. A question that I had to answer. A question that apparently wasn’t resolved by the snippets of the video available on their preview page.
How far had she gone? The pictures made it look like she got to
the point of giving a blowjob and then it stopped there. Had she actually given a guy a blowjob? Had she taken another man’s cock in her mouth? Had I kissed her after she’d allowed another man to blow his load deep inside her?
That wasn’t even the most pressing question, though. No, more than anything I needed to know if things went further than just a blowjob. I needed to know if my wife-to-be was actually going to be able to wear that white dress on her wedding day with a clean conscience.
Sure I knew plenty of girls who’d walked down the aisle in the white who definitely didn’t deserve it in the traditional sense. I knew the white wedding dress had been so thoroughly divorced from the idea of purity, if you’ll pardon me using the d-word to talk about a wedding day tradition, that everybody wore white whether or not they’d actually had sex.
Still, she’d been so adamant about waiting for marriage, and if anything the idea that she might have stepped out on me, the idea that she might have let another guy get in her pants before the big night when I was supposed to be the first guy to get in her pants, was turning me on as much as it was angering me.
And I couldn’t tell what had happened from the preview page. I needed to know everything that had happened, and not just because I was going to take all of this and throw it in her face when she got home from the gym. I needed to see the whole video because I needed to know exactly what she’d done and I needed to fuel this obsession.
No, I was going to pay it.
I sighed and pulled out my credit card. I suppose if things went south and this resulted in us breaking up I could at least ask her to give me some of that thousand bucks that she got from this audition. Suddenly it was making a hell of a lot more sense that she got that kind of money from just an “audition.” I couldn’t believe I’d been stupid enough to believe they’d give her that kind of scratch just for showing up to an audition.
I’d been an idiot. Such a fucking idiot.
I put in my credit card information and fifty dollars later I was in. Of course once I was in I had to click around for a little while to find the video I was looking for. There were plenty of videos featuring young women who were supposedly cheating on their significant others.
Before today I would’ve said they were just making that cheating shit up. It seemed like a lot of these sites had a couple of minutes of playacting at the beginning that paid lip service to whatever fetish they were catering to, but after that it just went into the usual boring porn positions that had been in every porn video since it became legal to film, own, and view this sort of stuff. And for some reason they always included a shot of some guy’s ass bouncing up and down from behind while he plowed into a girl.
I never understood why they all included that shot. I didn’t know anyone who actually liked that shot and yet I’m sure an anthropologist somewhere had probably found ancient smutty cave paintings that featured a drawing of that position it was so ancient.
I also never understood why they tried to go for ridiculous scenarios like this site. A casting couch where a girl happened to be cheating at the same time? It defied explanation that a girl could go through all of that and not realize she was being filmed for a porno. Yet at the same time there was still a small scrap of me that wanted to believe Vanessa had somehow been taken advantage of which seemed to be one of the central conceits of this site.
There was a part of me that also realized it was entirely possible she went into this with both eyes open and she was just worried about how I would react, but I didn’t listen to that voice. I’d have my proof soon enough.
Finally after clicking through a couple of pages, her video hadn’t been up for long but it appeared that this company kept pretty busy putting up new videos, I was where I wanted to be. A video titled “Vanessa Cheats on Her Fiance.”
Well then. I guess they weren’t going to any great lengths to try and hide her identity. The assholes. Even though she was the one who’d agreed to appear on this site, at least I assumed she agreed to be on the site since here I was looking at her, I was thinking of the guys who filmed the video in the first place as the assholes.
The video started and my heart caught. I felt my pulse picking up. I couldn’t believe this. Vanessa was on camera just like any other girl at one of these sites. She was walking into the office and this guy was skilled. It didn’t seem like she was acting.
Hell, I knew that she couldn’t possibly be acting. Her responses seemed too genuine and I knew she wasn’t that great of an actress in the first place, but more than anything I knew that this “interview” on my laptop screen couldn’t have lasted any longer than the amount of time from when she left my car to when she got back to the door.
Judging from the length of this video they just wouldn’t have had time for anything like going over a script. No, this was all unscripted. It was all real so far. If anything that intrigued me even more. What could this guy possibly have said to Vanessa to get her from chatting with him to taking her clothes off and getting to the edge of giving him a blowjob and maybe more?
It was that “maybe more” that was really killing me. How far had she gone? Had she gone all the way?
So I watched as he explained that he was from a casting organization for movies that needed naked people walking around in the background. I guess that excuse hadn’t just been some quick thinking on Vanessa’s part. I watched as he got her to take her clothes off, as she admitted to my fantasy and brought me into it. That seemed to intrigue the guy and my cock was so fucking hard. Almost to the point that it hurt.
I didn’t dare reach down and start stroking my cock though. No, I knew that if I did something like that there was a good chance I was going to blow my load. It was that hot watching her getting deeper and deeper into this forbidden scenario. I was operating on such a hair trigger that I almost worried that shifting my weight in my computer chair would be enough to get my pants to brush against my cock in just the right way to send me rocketing over the edge.
I watched with growing disbelief as she got down on her knees. As she seemed to think about the fantasy I’d admitted to her and use that as an excuse to get down on her knees. As her lips wrapped around the guy’s cock and then she was practically deep throating him like a champ in a matter of moments.
I had a hard time believing this was my Vanessa even though the proof was right there on the screen. I couldn’t believe she’d let her self be seduced so easily. I couldn’t believe that I was more turned on than pissed off at seeing this.
I also thought about all the other men who were no doubt watching this video and getting off on it and if anything that made me even hotter. There was something about the idea of a bunch of complete strangers getting off on my girl that was such a turn on. It was as though the feelings I had about Jeremy getting turned on were being ratcheted up a thousandfold.
Damn.
I watched as she swallowed and blinked in surprise at that. She never did that for me. No, she always spit it out in a tissue or in the trash can. Hell, the first time she’d blown me she’d been so surprised when I came in her mouth that she gagged a little and before I knew it she was spitting it out all over my stomach which hadn’t been much fun to clean up.
She’d never swallowed my load and yet here she was doing it with a complete stranger. I wasn’t sure if that was because she was turned on or just because that’s what was expected of her in this kind of video. All I knew was that it was so fucking hot. It was taking every ounce of my self control to not touch myself.
Finally it was over and we were coming to the really interesting part. Of course I was going to go back and watch the other stuff that had happened over and over, but if she was going to fuck this guy then it would come after the blowjob.
I figured that was naturally where this was going, I hadn’t ever seen one of these videos where the guy didn’t fuck the girl, but at the same time the timer on the video was running down and it seemed odd that they’d spend all this time on a blowjob at the expense
of what most guys were really here for.
Color me surprised when they started talking and it became obvious that she wasn’t going to go that far no matter how much the guy might want her to. I grinned as she deftly turned him away at every moment. I was relieved and a little disappointed at the same time.
Relieved that she was still virginal even if she’d let this guy have his way with her, but disappointed because there was a big part of me that had been looking forward to her getting plowed by this guy. There was a big part of me that was insanely turned on by the idea of her giving her virginity to another man, as fucked up as that sounded.
I kept watching with the fascination of a man rubbernecking at an accident. I couldn’t believe that was my beautiful fiancee there on the screen, and yet there was no doubt in my mind. It’s not like she had an evil twin who’d be wearing the exact same outfit she was wearing on that particular day going into a shady abandoned storefront in a dead strip mall to do an interview with some guy.
No, that was Vanessa.
Finally the video came to the part that I was really curious about. The part that was as much the “money shot” for this sort of video as the scene where another man had his cock buried in my fiancee’s throat pumping her full of his come. The scene where he talked to her about signing some paperwork to cover his ass legally and then handed her a thousand dollars.
From the look on Vanessa’s face during that part of the scene she seemed pretty proud of herself. That was the look of a woman who was confident she wasn’t going to wind up with her face and her body plastered all over the Internet for any guy to see and jerk off over. And thinking of all those guys watching my fiancee and jerking off thinking of her getting taken advantage of caused me to shiver and lose my train of thought for a moment.
