Infidelity

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It's been so long, it feels like a lifetime ago. Jessica and I were living in the new apartment. The last boxes had been unpacked. Three weeks until the wedding and I thought I was in heaven. Sure, she could be a bitch. Sure, I had problems staying hard during sex and yeah, she was really flirty when we went out. But nothing was going to make me not marry this woman.
She's got a huge social circle and keeps in touch with everyone, so when she mentioned an ex coming into town, and that they were meeting for lunch, it was clear to me that she wasn't asking. That she thought it innocent enough to tell me and not keep it a secret. How could I not trust that. I had vague recollections of her mentioning him. In sort of the "he's not over me" department, but I guess it was simply reassuring by how casual she was about it.
The night of the date, she had promised to be back in time to watch Friends with me. By 10;30, she had still not come home, and though I was getting worried and a bit suspicious, (I couldn't get through on her cell) I was also getting tired. I had to work Friday early and I started to doze off despite my concerns ...
I spring up from the couch when I hear a stumble on the stairs outside the front door. Then a muffled giggle. The clock says 1:15. I lay back down, confused, groggy and for some reason not wanting to be caught. I hear her open the door, I hear her whisper something as she leans into the living room where I have passed out. Then I hear two sets of feet sneak to the bedroom, and the lock click quietly.
I shut my eyes tight as though somehow that will drown out the moans, creaks, bangs and other sex noises. Someone is getting fucked. Fucked like no one has been fucked since we moved in together. My throat is blocked, my stomach turns over and over, my heart palpitating. i want to die. My shirt is wet, and only then i notice I am crying like a baby. And as I hear her moans grow and build to an orgasm - unlike any I've quite heard like from her before. I become embarrassed to see that I am hard as a rock. I'm fucking dizzy, confused, and I need to feel something. I guess that's why i begin to walk, cock in hand, to the bedroom door.
I hear her orgasm build and build. I am desperate to see, to hear more clearly. I'm disgusted at myself. And then I hear the floorboard squeak as I step - loudly. I rush back to the couch. The fucking stops and soon ... whispers ... I hear the door open. Tiny footsteps. And she sits down next to me.
I don't know who starts first, but soon we are both sobbing, holding each other tight. She is begging forgiveness and I am moaning that I hate her over and over. But soon, I am the only one crying and like a consoling mother, she lulls me to be quiet. I'm so sorry she says (i can still hear her voice) and then i hear him come into the room. He takes her hand and leads her away. BACK TO THE BEDROOM! I jump up trying to catch her before they make it. She lets his hand go, tells me she is so sorry. I tell her - whispering, harshly but quietly so he won't hear - "tell him to leave!"
"I can't," she says.
"You can't or you won't!?" I now take a step into the bedroom.
She quietly, gently pushes me out the doorway, says nothing, then shuts the door. "click"

He's fucking her, harder, louder than before. She can barely talk. Moans become so loud, i could never block them out. "I'm sorry baby, so sorry!" She is moaning it over and over. Sorry, but not enough to stop.
- I'm not a cuckold fantasy kind of person. Some guys willingly let women do this to them and find a thrill from it. For me, it was pure agony, not the fulfillment of a long dormant fantasy. I was full of only pain, misery, inadequacy. And yet, I could hear her. I wanted to desperately to see her. The aching humiliation - the sounds, the situation. It all contributes to make me so uncontrollably aroused that i drop to my knees and begin to jerk off.
On the other side of the door, sounds of "I'm sorry baby," and her reassuring me that she loves me, give way to telling him that she loves his cock. Loves him. And that is about the time I spill a puddle of humiliated cum onto the floor in front of our bedroom.
Exhausted and miserable, I pass out on the couch. Sometime around 3 a.m., the fucking finally stops. I wake up, with barely time to make it to work. She is at the table, eyes bloodshot. Bite marks on her breasts and neck. She has one question and demands I answer now. Do I still want to marry her. I tell her I need to think. She becomes upset, I do too. I ask, "will it ever happen again?" She sobs and then says she doesn't know. I storm out and go to work.
When I return that day, I tell her yes, though it is clear they fucked all day before he left town.
I marry her.
And she does do it again. Thirteen times. Each times, she cries. Each time I masturbate. Each time she begs forgiveness. Each time I take her back.
Until she leaves me.
And now crying again, I'd love to hear your comments.

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