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My earbuds were flooded with the sound of the bottom's moans, which were unintelligible save for his begging for deeper, for harder. For more.

Julien's own grunts could also be heard and became more primal as his thrusts picked up in speed.

He was going to cum.

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It wasn’t a very long video, just under four minutes in length, but watching the actual content play out felt as long as an hour.

It was a recording taken from Julien’s point of view as he was mid-fuck.

From the camera’s angle, I could see the full backside of whoever was bottoming. I could see his shoulders tense as he braced himself; I could see his back muscles flex as his body was being used; I could see the dimples just above the curvature of his beautifully rounded ass; I could see the pink of his hole nestled between his cheeks.

I could see Julien’s cock as it plunged, condomless, into this boy’s hole.

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Enthralled, I watched my husband take his pleasure from someone else’s body. As his pumping became more desperate, the camerawork became less precise—in that moment, filming was not his priority.

My own erection strained against the seams of my pants, threatening to burst. I wanted so badly to relieve myself right then and there.

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Julien began to fuck the twink.

He pulled his hips back and pushed himself back into his boy, leisurely, as if he was prolonging his strokes for someone’s viewing pleasure.

Despite the fact of the matter being that my partner was screwing someone else, the crux was still that it was him, my handsome stud, losing himself in a haze of hedonistic fornication. I was transfixed by his movements, the form of his body as he dominated another’s.

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Julien was sitting upright against our headboard, dressed just in his briefs. In his lap sat a younger guy, who looked as though he couldn’t have been much older than twenty-one. 

They were making out.

Julien moved slowly, almost lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. He maintained one hand on his boy’s nape as he kissed him, holding him in place; he ran his other hand underneath his shirt, touching him all over. Tiny breaths, diminutive exhalations of pleasure, escaped the boy’s lips between kisses.

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It’s the first instance ever that Julien, my usual plus-one, didn’t accompany me to the traditional holiday parties thrown at this time of the year; he had said that he had some extra work to finish up at home before the year ends.

I didn’t believe him.

While I knew that Julien’s workload as of late has been large, I also knew that my guaranteed absence from our home would be too big an opportunity for him to pass up. So, although I had made sure not to let on that I didn’t believe him, I had accepted his excuse without friction.

As inebriation set into me over the course of the night, I found myself thinking about him. What was he up to? What did he have planned for the hours during which I would be away? And, most importantly, who was he planning to do? My imagination, fueled by liquor, went wild.

I know he’s been cheating on me as of late. The tracks he once covered so well have since become too glaring to miss; it seems obvious to me that he no longer cares if he’s caught. I don’t know how long it’s been going on—I might never know the full extent of it all—but I’m no longer blind to the truth. If this is going to happen, if there’s no way to prevent it, I’d like at least to have some agency.

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A crushing weight began to collapse my heart. Not only was my husband making love to someone else, he was doing it bare, unprotected, with every intention of giving himself to him, just as he used to give himself to me.

I watched Julien deliberately prolong the fuck, as if for my sake, as if he knew I was there watching, slowly thrusting himself in and out of his twink slut, dragging the lips of the twink’s hole down the full length of his cock, milking every inch. I don’t know how long I was there, transfixed. I don’t know how much time passed by. I couldn’t look away, despite the cold creeping into my chest, a lazy permafrost icing my heart—I was mesmerized, petrified. I needed to bear witness to what could potentially be the end of my marriage. With every stroke, I could hear the twink cry out, begging for more.

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“Yes, please, Daddy…cum in me. Take it off.”

Please.

Julien came to a stop and pulled out. For a fraction of a second, a complicated emotion flitted across his face. A million considerations—desires, consequences—ran through his mind. He hesitated.

I dared to hope that he wouldn’t.

Then, as if in slow motion, as if time suddenly decided to draw itself out and extend my torture—Julien’s right hand went to his cock, slid the rubber off, and tossed it aside.

And, then, this time without hesitation, he slid himself back inside the twink, inch by inch, raw.

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I could feel a familiar stirring deep within me. Here was concrete evidence of my husband’s extramarital activities, proof that he’s sought pleasure from the flesh of another. The blood in my body was rushing, and it was rushing in only one direction: south.

I couldn’t bear it. I reached one hand down between my legs and gripped my stiffening wood.

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“…didn’t get his name since it was just more of a spur of the moment thing, but he was insanely attractive. He’s tall, keeps in good shape, looks like a Greek god—and has eight inches, uncut.” At that last part, he grinned.

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Ryan smirked. “I picked a shower stall and left the curtain open just a little, and I saw him looking at me through the curtain, so I casually slid it open a little more. He came into my stall…and then he came in me.”

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I don’t remember how long I stood there and observed the guy fellating Julien, but then Julien suddenly looked up and made eye contact with me. Caught, I was embarrassed and was about to leave, but Julien winked at me and my heart swooned. As he and I stared at each other, he placed both hands around the guy’s head and began to forcefully fuck his mouth.

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I watched Julien’s pumping intensify until he was all but slamming himself into the guy’s mouth. Without breaking eye contact with me, Julien shot his load down the guy’s throat, his chest heaving as his body spasmed.

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Was I imagining it? I was tipsy, so I could have been mistaken. In that moment, time stood still and my imagination raced. Was Julien in there? And, was he not alone? In my head, the silhouette I glimpsed easily became Julien standing in there, his legs apart and someone else in between, their head pressed into his groin.

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All I know is I can’t stop thinking about it. The idea of him slamming into a twink, using their body to get off, taking his pleasure from wherever—whomever—he sees fit, I want to say I hate it. I want to loathe the idea. I should be angry. Certainly, it gets my heart pounding. But, I can’t lie to myself: it also turns me on. In my head, I argue with myself about it, endlessly. It’s soul-crushing; it’s hot. It’s betrayal; it’s just sex. Do I like this? Judging by my body’s physical reactions to even the thought of Julien fucking someone else, I’m afraid to admit that I might.

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I’ve been writing about catching my partner in the throes of passion with someone else. It’s a bit of a mindfuck. You can read it in full here.

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As the speaking paused, I could hear some sort of rustling, almost like fabric being moved…or removed. A familiar sinking feeling began creeping into my chest. Of course. They’re taking off their clothes.