It was early on a Friday evening in June. Our two kids, Jon, eight, and April, five, were at my parents’ house for their three-week summer visit. I grew up on a farm, and it was always fun to learn all about farm animals, swimming in a dammed-up creek, riding on the farm machines, and eating my mom’s awesome cooking. This year was the second visit for our kids, and they were as excited to go to the farm as we were to have the time together while they were away.
I had come home today from a three-day business trip, the last one for a month, and was excited to be able to do whatever Holly wanted to do for the next nineteen days before the kids came back home.
I had scheduled some days off next week for a surprise four days in Jamaica that Holly knew nothing about. We have been to Hedonism II several times and always like the freedom to express ourselves to each other, being naked on the beach and making love whenever we want and almost any place we want to. We enjoy the theme parties and games we play, are always randy after, and can’t wait to ravage each other.
Tomorrow night was our first date night in a couple of weeks, and I had made a reservation at The Chop House in Buckhead. Then we would go dancing for the rest of the night, then home to have some raucous sex until we collapsed and slept cuddling in each other’s arms.
We finished dinner and cleaned up together. I poured two glasses of wine to finish the bottle, and we sat out on the deck looking up at the stars. It was a clear night, and with all the lights off in the house, it was extremely dark. Tonight’s sky was brilliant, with millions of stars twinkling from millions of miles away. Many of the stars we saw had already burned out, and we were witnessing history, not real-time.
I finished my wine and went inside to open another bottle when my cell phone dinged. I opened a bottle of Jordan Cabernet from the wine cooler, letting it breathe. I picked up my phone and saw it was from an unknown number. I was about to erase them since I never open messages I don’t recognize. There is too much spam and too many viruses out there.
A third text came in from the same number marked urgent. It got my attention, so I opened it.
The text: Sid, don’t trash the two other texts. You have to see them. You will not be happy, but I must share this with you. You don’t deserve what is happening. If you want to know more, text me back. Your good anonymous friend.
What was this, who was this anonymous friend, and why was he sending me a cryptic text?
I poured two glasses of wine and stood looking at my phone. Did I dare open the two texts? From the third message, it seemed that I needed to see them, so what the hell? I opened the first text and video file.
The text: Sid, sorry you have to see and experience this. It happened on Tuesday night this week. I am so sorry.
What the hell was this? I had to see the video now. I clicked it open.
The scene was in a bar, and people were dancing in a large crowd. The video scanned around and stopped on a couple dancing quite close to each other. The woman had her back to the camera, and the man looked away, but he resembled an old friend of mine, Thad Rimes, who had moved away several years ago. I had been waiting to hear from him since he left.
The video focused on them, so I studied the picture as they danced. The woman rested her head against the man’s chest, and his hands roamed up and down her back. The dress was very short, and with every swipe down his hands made, they went under her skirt and cupped her bare ass cheeks. I wondered if she was wearing panties. This went on until the song ended. They separated, turning toward the camera.
I cannot explain the feeling that overwhelmed me when I saw their faces clearly after a sweet kiss was given to the man by my wife, Holly. There are no words to describe the devastating pain I felt in my heart and the instant nausea that caused me to run to the powder room and retch up my guts. I slumped to the floor and shook, then vomited again until nothing was left. I locked the door and lay there, afraid to examine text number two. I finally took a deep breath and opened it. The video played. It must have been later, outside in the parking lot. The lights were bright, and there on the screen were Holly and Thad Rimes in the back seat of an SUV, making out like teenagers. The video was quite clear, and I saw Thad’s hands inside Holly’s dress, playing with her breasts. The video changed angles showing Holly’s hand wrapped around Thad’s hard cock, stroking it. Then she leaned her head down, and though I could not see it, I knew she was sucking his cock. I watched a little longer and saw her head begin to bob, and Thad lay his head back, enjoying her work.
I threw up again, but it was just dry heaves now; nothing was left but bile.
The door handle turned back and forth. It was Holly. I closed the text and put my phone in my pocket.
“Sid, what is going on? Are you OK? Why is the door locked? Open it, please.”
I didn’t want to see Holly right then, so I ignored her. She banged on the door, demanding I open it. But I just sat there, totally confused by what I had just seen. I was bewildered. There are no words to describe the pain that consumed my whole body.
I had just seen my wife of eleven years dancing, kissing, being felt up, and blowing an old friend I had not seen in three years. WHAT THE FUCK!
I finally stood and opened the door. Holly was standing right there. As the door opened, our eyes met. I saw loving concern in Holly’s eyes, and Holly saw pain and devastation in mine.
“Sid, are you OK? What happened?”
I ignored her for a second, then came to my senses and spoke. “God, I don’t know. I went in to get more wine, and suddenly, I felt sick and had to vomit. I ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I vomited up everything from dinner and anything else that was in there. It wasn't good. I feel better now. I need to wash up and think I will go to bed.”
There was a sincere look of concern on Holly’s face as she asked, “Are you sure you are, OK?”
I lied, “Yes, it must have been something that didn’t agree with me.” Yeah, me seeing my wife sucking another man's cock did not agree well with me. You think!
“OK, I will clean up and be right up.”
I didn’t want to be anywhere near Holly now, but what could I do? I could cut to the chase and show her the videos, get down to it right now, and not agonize over it any longer. I didn’t know her possible explanation and was unsure how to stay married if she cheated on me.
Thank God the kids were not here.
I thought about divorce. I also know adultery is a crime in this state and definitive grounds for a quick ninety-day divorce. Did I want that?
As I showered, the door opened, and Holly stepped in. She looked so sexy. Her body is incredible, and she is an amazing lover. I knew Thad had enjoyed Holly’s blow job; they are world-class. I had taught her well over the years. I also wondered if he had sampled anything else. It made my skin crawl thinking that he had.
Holly moved up against me, pressing her big breasts against my back. I could feel her hard nipples poking me. Her hands slipped around me, down to my cock. I was soft and remained that way as I replayed the images of her head bobbing on Thad’s cock.
“Are you feeling better?”
“A little, still upset, though.” Yeah, not my stomach, but at you. Goddamnit, you are a fucking cheating slut!
Holly played with my cock, but it did not respond to her. She turned me around and looked into my eyes as the water cascaded over us. She saw nothing, just a dead face, no emotions. Her reaction was total confusion.
I finished washing and pulled away from her, stepping out of the shower without a word, leaving Holly standing there alone, with water raining down on her.
I dried, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed naked like I normally do. I placed my phone on the bedside table in case I decided to expose her now. I was seriously considering that now was the right time. It would be out, and if we were divorcing, we would have a couple of weeks to work out the details before the kids came home.
I lay with my eyes closed, trying to understand what could have happened to motivate Holly to cheat with Thad. From what I hear, he was divorced three times and had difficulty keeping a job. Thad left here after having an affair that wrecked his second marriage. Then I heard he got married again and divorced once more, all of them because he was a chronic cheater. How had he pulled Holly into his web? Then, a terrible thought hit me. Had Holly and Thad been fucking before he left three years ago? That thought pissed me off.
Then, a horrible thought hit me right in the gut. What if April, my youngest, wasn’t mine but was Thad’s child? Fuck, this was killing me. I was ending this tonight.
The bed moved, and a naked Holly slipped over, touching my side, laying her leg over me, pressing her bare pussy against my hip. Normally, I would harden like stone, but on this night, no way!
I kept my eyes closed, showing no expression. The nightlight from the bathroom was all there was, so it was fairly dark. Holly kissed my neck, down across my chest, nipping at my teats, then down across my hard stomach muscles. Her fingers laced through the hair on my belly, teasing me. Normally my cock would be hard now, and I would be ready to fuck Holly, but nothing was happening. I knew that disturbed Holly. When she wants to fuck, she wants to fuck, so my lack of interest would really bother her. I rarely, if ever, turn down good pussy, and Holly’s pussy is the best.
Holly’s mouth stopped at one of her favorite locations, my cock. It lay soft against my thigh with no indication that anything Holly could do would wake him up. Holly said nothing as her fingers lifted my cock, and her lips slipped over the head as she took it in her hot mouth. It felt wonderful, but I fought hard, trying to stay soft, and won out mostly, but Mother Nature would not be denied. I began to harden, but only a bit.
My mind and willpower were strong as I fought hard, playing the video images in my head. I began to soften again. This frustrated Holly and she sucked harder while she played with my balls. I softened more until Holly pulled away and looked at me with confusion on her face. I had never in all our years together not responded when Holly sucked my cock, yet tonight I had. This confounded her.
“OK, what the hell is going on, Sid? First, you instantly got sick. I ate the same as you, and I feel fine; then you have no life in your face and the shower, and just now, you do not respond to me. Something is going on; what is it?”
I looked at Holly, and reaching up, I turned on the lamp. I sat up against the headboard and looked at her. Once again, I showed no emotion.
“Holly, we were having a wonderful evening. I was looking forward to spending three weeks not having the kids and making love, fucking, eating your pussy, and you sucking my cock. How wonderful it was not to have the kids for a few weeks. We could reconnect and strengthen our love for each other. We were sitting on the deck, looking up at the incredible sky. It was so romantic, and Holly, I was so happy and at peace with you.”
“I went inside to get more wine, and my phone dinged. I ignored it, and then it dinged again. I looked at it, and the text said it was urgent.”
I reached over and picked up my phone. I opened the third text and handed the phone to Holly. She had a strange look on her face as she read the text and handed me the phone back. She said nothing.
“As you can imagine, my interest was piqued, so I opened the anonymous friend's first text.”
Just as I said that, Holly gasped, “Oh God, no, Sid!”
I opened the video and let it play. The music and noise were enough. Holly crumbled to the bed, pulling the sheet up over her head. She screamed, "OH GOD, FORGIVE ME; I AM SO SORRY!" Then she began to sob loudly.
I started the second video and lifted the sheet, sliding the phone under her face. “Holly, look at the fucking video. That is you with Thad Rimes's cock in your mouth. Aren’t you sucking his cock, it looks like you are. Please confirm that for me.” I was mean and nasty to Holly, but she fucking deserved it.
I yanked the sheet completely off of her and moved up on my knees. She was in a fetal position, shaking and sobbing. I looked down at her, leaning over inches from her face.
I screamed at her, “I am married to a fucking cheating slut! A fucking whore! What should I do with her, kick her the fuck out, divorce her, and take her children away? What should I do?”
Holly screamed, “Oh God, no!” and rolled out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door.
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I lay there for a minute, dressed in shorts and a T, and went to my office. I work from home when I am not traveling. I am an independent IT consultant working in the cyber security area these days. This week, I was away meeting with Homeland Security on a three-year contract to teach their anti-cyber terrorist section on the ever-changing hacking landscape.
You might ask, how in the hell did you get into that?
I was a hacker in college and worked a lot on the dark web. I am a knowledge sponge. I can remember anything I do once and always remember it. They call it eidetic memory. Anything I do or see or have done is logged in my head and can instantly be recalled.
I don’t broadcast this ability, and Holly doesn’t understand it. It has come in very helpful, and I astound people, especially in negotiations or complex documents. I am also a speed reader, so as I read a manual, contract, or other document, I remember every word and instantly recall phrases or paragraphs upon request.
Why is this important? I have watched the two videos twice in full and have them locked in my memory. I can repeat every word on the videos verbatim, even the whispers said by anyone. As I think through the videos, I think I know the identity of my anonymous friend. It is Carol Wilson, a friend of mine from my poker club. Yes, I am a hold-em poker player and do quite well, given my memory.
Carol, Holly, and I have been to a couple of poker tournaments in Vegas, and we had a great time out drinking and partying one night after I lost out. I was sure that Holly would not remember Carol, but Carol once told me that if anything ever happened and Holly and I split, she wanted me. I never thought much about that because Holly and I were solid, or at least we were. I was wrong.
As I watched the videos, I could hear the photographer saying things under her breath.
“God, Sid, I am so sorry. You are a good man.” Then in the second video, “What a fucking slut, remember me.”
It was almost 10:30 p.m. I called Carol. The phone rang several times, and then she answered.
“Thank you!” I started with.
There was silence.
“Carol, I know it was you, wasn’t it?”
Still silence.
“Carol, speak to me, please. I am OK.”
“Well, Sid, I am not. I wanted to grab her by the fucking hair and drag her out of the car, then slap the shit out of her, asking her what the fuck she was doing! But I didn’t. It wasn’t my place.”
This time, I was silent, shocked at what Carol had said.
“I did the next best thing. I sent you the videos I took. Sorry for all this, but you had to know!”
“Thank you for telling me and showing me what you saw. I do have questions you may be able to answer. Can you help me further?”
“I will try. What do you want to know?”
“Can you tell me what you saw from the beginning and what else you saw not on the videos? I need details.”
“OK, let me start with: I saw Holly with several other women having drinks and fending off the men that were hitting on them. They looked like a workgroup out for a drink, though several of them were dressed very sexy like Holly was.”
“I was with another group. We were dancing and drinking too. As the night progressed, I went to the restroom and heard two women talking as I was peeing. One of them was Holly. She told the other woman that a man she used to know was in the club and he wanted her to dance with him. She was uncomfortable doing that, so she was going to leave. They left the ladies' room, and I left as well. There was a man in the hallway who stopped Holly. I moved by them, and I never thought anything about it until I went to the bar for a drink and saw Holly dancing very cozy with the guy. That was the first video. I moved around, watching them. After the dance, they moved to a table in the back of the club, talking intently. Holly was very emphatic and, at one point, got up and returned to the other table with her friends.
“I danced a couple of dances and was over near the door when I saw Holly and the man walk out of the club. That disturbed me, so I broke from my dance and followed them. As I got to the door, they were right outside kissing passionately. I stopped and watched them. When the kiss broke, Holly said, ’OK, just this once, then you have to leave me alone.’
“I followed them to a Cadillac Escalade, and they got in the back seat. Sid, I thought they were going to fuck, but they just made out. Then I saw the man groping Holly’s breasts, and I heard her moaning. She was getting very turned on. I moved my position so I was standing in the dark and couldn’t be seen. From that angle, I saw she had his cock out and was stroking it. Then I heard him tell her, ‘You said you would suck it, so do it!’
“Holly said something in anger, but he put his hand on her head and pushed it down. There seemed to be some initial resistance, but she sucked him anyway.
“Sid, Holly sucked his cock, but she pulled off him and stroked him until he came all over himself. I think she did that to get a little revenge. I laughed to myself when she wiped his cum off her hand on his shirt. She pushed him away and got out of the car. I moved deeper into the shadows and watched her quickly walk to her car and leave.”
I was silent for a minute. I knew I had every word Carol had told me logged into my memory and could repeat it to Holly word for word.
“Wow, that was detailed. Thank you again. I may call you again. If things don’t work out, I remember what you told me. Thanks again.”
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I was shaking as I lay on the cold bathroom floor. I was so dead. I had killed my husband, and my kids would hate me. Oh God, what did I do? Why did Thad have to come back to town? After he left, I thought I would be free of his constant flirting and blackmail for a few blow jobs. Then there he was tonight. What were the odds we would both be in the same bar tonight? I had not thought of him in years.
Fuck technology. Cell phone cameras are everywhere, and a friend of Sid’s saw us and got a video of us. I wonder what he recorded. Did he see me sucking Thad’s cock? Oh God, I am so fucked!
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As I lay there, I recalled every minute of that night. It was Sid’s first night out of town for the last time until next month. Some of the girls from the bank wanted to meet for a drink and dinner. I had not been out with them in a while, so I decided to go. I wasn’t dressed properly, so I left early and went home and changed, putting on a party dress I had not worn in a while. It was short, but I liked how I looked dressed in it.
I arrived as a couple of the other girls did. There were seven of us, so we went into the restaurant for dinner. We had fun chatting and drinking as we ate through an excellent four-course meal. It was delicious, and we were all full. The vote was we go down the street to Sessions, a new bar and dance club, and work off what we ate. I drove down two blocks, so I didn’t have to walk that far later when I left for home.
We all had shots, danced together, had more drinks, and danced some more. We made it clear to all the male suitors we were married and were not out trolling. As the night went on, a few girls left, and I was dancing with Mia when I was tapped on the shoulder and heard a familiar voice I had hoped I would never hear again.
“My, my, Holly baby, how are you? It’s been years!”
My skin crawled as I turned around and saw Thad Rimes standing there. I was shocked. I turned back to Mia, took her hand, and pulled her to the ladies' room. Once inside, I told her I did not want to dance with the man so that I would leave. Mia understood and agreed to play decoy for me so I could go. But when we walked out of the ladies, Thad was standing there. I sent Mia on and had to deal with Thad myself.
Thad grabbed me and kissed me. He held me to him, and I could feel him swelling as we kissed. I broke the kiss. “Thad, I can’t do this. We agreed when you left here three years ago nothing would ever happen again.”
Thad said nothing but pulled me out to the main room onto the dance floor. It was a slow dance, so he pulled me tight to him. He felt good, bringing back good and not-so-good memories. I became more comfortable as his hands roamed my body and his cock hardened between us. The song ended, and he pulled me to a table in the back. He tried to kiss me, and I told him no, I had fellow workers here, and that was dangerous, and we were done three years ago!
We argued, and he threatened me again like he did three years ago. I had made a mistake that Thad knew about. He blackmailed me, so I would suck his cock whenever he wanted me to, or he would tell Sid what I had done. He only made me suck him three times, but that was three times too many.
I slapped Thad. He flinched, then grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the dance floor again. We danced to a few songs. Thad’s hands slid down my back under my dress, squeezing my bare ass, pulling me against his thigh, pressed between my legs, rubbing my pussy. I was wearing a lace thong, so there was no protection.
I was getting very turned on, so after the last song, we returned to the table and argued again. I finally agreed to suck his cock one last time. I went to the remaining girls, told them I was leaving, and walked to the door. Thad was there, and we walked out. As soon as Thad had me outside, he was all over me. We kissed passionately. Then he pulled me to his SUV, and we got in the back seat.
I was very horny then, and we started making out and kissing, and our hands were everywhere. Then, Thad began to play with my nipples. Jesus, I was so hot I took out his cock. He is not big, just average. Sid is much bigger. Thad was hard and leaking precum. I stroked him, making him moan. He told me to suck him. I tried to resist, but he pushed my head down. I smelled him and shivered, opening my mouth, taking his cock inside, sliding my tongue along his shaft.
I reluctantly sucked Thad’s cock and played with his balls. Then I remembered Thad had a hair trigger. I could make him cum quickly just by squeezing his balls. I began to bob on his cock, but only a few times as I played with his balls. Thad’s hands were off me now, so I was in control. I rolled his balls in my fingers and then squeezed them as I took him deep into my mouth. Thad let out a deep groan, “God, I’m going to cum.”
I squeezed his balls tight again, pulling down on his sack. Thad’s balls erupted, and his cum began shooting off like a geyser. I had just pulled my mouth off him, so his cum shot all over his clothes. I stroked him fast and aimed him away from me. Rope after rope of cum sprayed on his shirt, pants, and on the seat beside him. The last weak shots bubbled out on my hands, so I wiped them off on his shirt.
I looked at Thad and said firmly, “That is the last time, asshole, don’t ever contact me again, or you will be very sorry!”
Before he could respond, I turned away, threw open the door, and jumped out of the SUV, running quickly to my car and leaving right away. I drove home as fast as the law would allow.
I walked into the house feeling nasty and dirty. I stripped and took a long shower, scrubbing any trace of Thad off me. As I washed, I questioned if I would ever be done with Thad.
I dried off and went to bed naked. I pulled Sid’s pillow to me and held it tight as I softly sobbed as fear and worry overtook me. I was so worried that somehow Sid could learn about Thad and me. I would have to tell him about what I had done years ago, the blackmail Thad had forced on me, and what I had to do to keep him from telling Sid. How could I explain all of that? I knew that would hurt us. God, I never expected what happened Tuesday night to be discovered, but now it had been! What was I going to do?
