Chapter 2: You Let Another Man Bend You Over

I reached the bedroom door.

It wasn’t fully closed.

And that was when I heard it.

I pushed it open.

Mason was on his back.

Logan was on top of him.

And my husband was moaning into another man’s mouth.

Logan’s hand was wrapped around him, stroking slow and tight, and every time he twisted his wrist Mason let out this little “fuck… right there” that I had never once heard in five years of marriage.

Their mouths kept missing and catching again, spit shiny between them, and Logan was grinding down against him while Mason’s hips kept lifting off the bed like he couldn’t stay still.

“Just like that,” Mason breathed. “Don’t stop… don’t fucking stop.”

“Shit… Logan… right there… fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…”

I just stood there.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t blink.

I watched my husband’s head tip back into the pillow.

I watched his mouth fall open against Logan’s.

I watched the way his stomach tightened every time that hand moved faster.

“You feel that?” Logan muttered against his skin. “You’ve been leaking since I touched you.”

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum all over your hand…”

“Wow just wow,” I muttered.

Both of them froze.

“Bravo,” I said.

Almost polite.

“Really. That was beautiful. The moaning? Chef’s kiss. I especially loved the part where you begged him not to stop. Very moving. Very passionate. Five years of marriage and I never once got that sound out of you, but Logan here gets it on a random Thursday. Incredible. Truly.”

Mason’s face went tight.

“Emma..”

I kept clapping.

“No, no, please. Don’t get up on my account. You looked busy. You looked like you were having a spiritual experience. I didn’t mean to interrupt the breakthrough.”

Logan scrambled off the bed completely, grabbing for his pants like the floor was on fire.

Mason sat up, still half hard, still shiny, still looking at me like he was trying to figure out which version of me he was dealing with.

I stopped clapping and tilted my head.

“How long?”

“I’m not asking if you love him. I’m not even asking why. I just want to know how long I’ve been walking around this house like an idiot while you two practiced that little routine.”

Mason dragged a hand down his face.

“Emma, can we not do this right now?”

I laughed.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is this a bad time? Should I come back later? Maybe after you finish? I can light the candles downstairs and wait. Would that be more convenient for you?”

Logan looked like he wanted to disappear into the wall.

Mason finally reached for the sheet and covered himself like modesty meant anything at this point.

“It’s not what you think,” he tried.

I stared at him.

“Mason. Your best friend’s hand was on your dick and you were moaning like he was about to save your life. Please do not insult both of us by telling me it’s not what I think.”

“So you’re gay?” I asked. “Is that what you’re saying? You suck dicks now?”

Mason’s jaw tightened.

“Emma, don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Ask the question? Because from where I was standing it looked like your best friend was about to make you cum in our bed on our anniversary. So forgive me if I’m a little unclear on the orientation details. I’m just trying to update the files.”

Logan made a noise near the wall that sounded like a dying animal.

Mason shot him a look and then dragged his eyes back to me.

“It’s complicated.”

I stared at him.

“Complicated. Wow. Thank you for that. Five years of marriage and the official statement is ‘it’s complicated.’ Not ‘I’m sorry.’ Not ‘I can explain.’ Just the same answer people give when they don’t want to text back. Incredible. Truly award-winning communication.”

I took another step closer to the bed.

“Did you suck him too or was today only about him touching you? I’m only asking so I know how much of my marriage was a group project. Because I’ve been out here folding towels the way you like them and debating shades of white like I’m applying for citizenship in this house while you’ve been somewhere else taking advanced classes in moaning.”

Mason closed his eyes.

“I never wanted you to find out like this.”

“Oh my god. The classic. ‘I never wanted you to find out like this.’ Which is really just code for ‘I never wanted you to find out at all.’ Let’s be honest. The plan was for me to keep buying anniversary watches and comparing throw pillows until I died. That was the dream, right? Wife stays busy, husband stays satisfied elsewhere, everybody wins except the idiot holding the candles downstairs.”

Logan finally found his voice.

“Emma, I’m so sorry…”

I held up a hand without looking at him.

“No. You don’t get to talk yet. You sat at my table. You asked me about my day. You watched me kiss him on the cheek like we were a normal couple.”

“Meanwhile you were fucking my husband in his asshole you mother fucker!”

“Ohhhhh so now y’all quiet? Now the room got silent? Five minutes ago this man was moaning like he was speaking in tongues and now everybody wants to act brand new. Interesting. Very interesting. The same mouth that was saying ‘don’t stop’ can’t even open to explain. Mm-mm. Okay.”

I pointed straight at Logan.

“You. Yes you. The one standing there looking like he got caught stealing communion wine. You asked me about my turkey last Christmas. You sat at my table chewing like you had manners. You said ‘Emma this is so good’ with your whole chest. Meanwhile you had already been in my husband’s asshole like it was a second home. The disrespect. The audacity. The range. You could’ve at least left a note on the fridge. ‘Thanks for dinner. Also I fucked your husband. XOXO.’”

Mason groaned.

“Emma, please..”

“Please what? Please lower my voice? Please don’t say asshole again? Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. I’m gonna keep saying it because that’s where your best friend was. In. Your. Asshole. On our anniversary. With the candles downstairs and the watch in my hand. Be so serious.”

I started walking back and forth.

“Do you understand how crazy this is?”

“You know what, Mason? Keep sucking dicks.”

He looked up like I had slapped him.

I kept going.

“No, I’m serious. Keep sucking them. Suck them in the morning. Suck them in the evening. Suck them on holidays. Suck them with confidence. Because first thing tomorrow morning I am filing for a divorce. I’m going to be at that courthouse so early the lawyers are still going to be brushing their teeth. And thank God. Thank You, Lord. Thank You, Jesus. Thank God I have no kids with you. Can you imagine? Can you imagine me having to explain to a child that their daddy got caught with his best friend’s hand on his dick? The family group chat would’ve started a prayer chain and a GoFundMe at the same time.”

Logan made a sound like he was choking on air.

I pointed at both of them.

“Y’all are disgusting!”

I yanked the ring off my finger so hard it burned.

“Take this piece of shit.”

I threw it at Mason. It hit the sheet, bounced, and landed on the floor between them like it wanted nothing more to do with me either.

“I regret the day I said yes to you. I regret the dress. I regret the pictures. I regret every time I smiled and told people I was happy. Keep the ring. Keep the bed. Keep whatever nasty little discovery y’all just made. I’m done.”

I walked out before either of them could say a single word.

I made it all the way to the car before the tears came.

“Hhh-hhh… five years… five fucking years… hic… I can’t believe this…”

My shoulders were shaking. I kept wiping my face but the tears wouldn’t stop. Snot, mascara, the whole thing. I looked crazy and I knew it.

“Hhhnnn… he was moaning for him… he was moaning so loud… hic… and I bought a watch… I bought a stupid watch…”

I let out a wail and dropped my forehead against the steering wheel.

Then I stopped.

Just like that.

I sat up straight, sniffing hard, and looked at myself in the rearview mirror with my face all swollen and messed up.

“Hold up.”

I blinked at my reflection.

“Am I really sitting here crying like this… because my husband cheated on me with a man?”

“A man???”

I wiped my nose with the back of my hand.

“Girl. Please.”

I shook my head, grabbed my phone, and called Nia.

She answered on the second ring, already talking.

“You done setting up the candles or you need me to come help?”

I stared at the house one last time, my eyes still wet.

“Mason is gay.”

“Come again?”

“I didn’t hear you right, Emma.”

I let out a tired laugh and wiped my face again.

“Mason is gay, Nia.”

Then she exploded.

“What the fuck!”

I heard something clatter on her side like she dropped her phone and picked it back up.

“Emma. Emma. What do you mean Mason is gay? What are you talking about? Start from the beginning. Right now. Don’t skip nothing. What the fuck do you mean your husband is gay?!”

“Just wait on coming over.”