A cheating spouse

ALINA

The first thing I saw when I opened the door was a woman riding my husband in a cowgirl position.

I'd come back for my phone when I heard a moan, and my hand froze on the door handle. I knew I should have walked away, but instead of doing that, I pushed the door open.

She was positioned on him. Her honey-blond hair spilled down her bare back, swaying as she expertly rolled her hips. She tilted her head back, exposing her throat as a loud moan escaped her lips.

“Oh—fuck, yes,” she breathed. “Right there, James. Fuck! Yes, that spot.” Her teeth clamped hard on her bottom lip. “Ah… fuck.”

James grunted as he matched her pace with his hands on her waist. He was gentle as he stroked her skin, instead of gripping her hips and slamming her down as he did with me.

“You feel so good,” he murmured in the most gentle voice I'd ever heard him use. “So tight and wet for me.”

My stomach turned. I gripped the door frame as I watched my husband's face. His eyes were half-lidded and soft as he watched her with a warmth I'd never seen directed at me.

“More,” she gasped. “Please, James, I need—”

“I know what you need, baby.” He sat up, caught her in his arms, and kissed her. He cupped the back of her head with a tenderness that made my chest crack open. “I've got you.”

As I inhaled deeply, I noticed his pheromones filling the room. They were thick, sweet, and intoxicating. This marked the first time in the three years of our marriage that I had caught a hint of them. Until now, I had only experienced the heaviness of his oppressive pheromones.

My knees buckled, and I caught myself on the door frame as a choked sound escaped my throat. Neither of them heard because they were too busy with each other.

“Oh goddess, James. I'm gonna—”

“Cum for me, baby.” His grunt was like a warm blanket. “Let me feel you.”

I didn't stay to watch her do that, or to hear his groan of release—the one I'd never been able to pull from him. I fled, like I should have done from the onset.

I ran out of the house and out of the large gates. None of the guards stopped me as I left. I flagged a cab down and immediately gave him the name of the only bar I knew because he had once brought me there. 

Thankfully, I still had cash with me. I shoved through the crowd to the bar, and when I got in, I sat on a stool, slapping a bill on the counter. “Whiskey, please.” 

The bartender, a beta, poured without comment. He didn't ask what an omega was doing alone in a bar without an alpha. 

I wrapped my fingers around the glass and downed the entire contents in one go, but it wasn't enough to burn me like I wanted. 

“Get me another glass.” I dropped another bill on the counter. 

He stared at it with a frown before he took the money and the empty glass. He filled my cup and slid it back to me. 

I flashed him a smile and downed the entire contents before asking for a refill. I slapped the last bill I had on me on the counter. “Get your strongest drink.”

Though the whiskey was strong, it still couldn’t make me cry. I needed to cry freely to fool myself into believing I wasn’t crying for him.

“This will do.” He slid a glass towards me. 

Flashing a grateful smile at him, I downed the entire contents. It burned my throat and caused my eyes to prick at the sides. A blink was all it took for the tears to come. They rolled down my cheeks as I cried my heart out, and I didn't care who saw. 

I cried until my eyes hurt before I decided to wash my face. I slid off the stool, and the floor swayed beneath my feet as I made my way to the restroom.

I weaved through the crowd, shouldering past bodies until I got to the hallway. I squinted at the two doors. The stick figure on the left had a triangle shape. I guess that was the one. I pushed through and stepped inside the room.

I frowned at the powerful smell of alpha musk in the air. Though there existed female alphas, none of them had such a strong smell. I blinked, my drunk brain struggling to process the discrepancy, when I noticed how large the mirror was. I was still trying to process what was happening when I heard a zip sound.

I turned and squinted at the man who was standing at the urinal with his sleeves rolled to the elbows. His dark brown hair was cropped short, but it was long enough to make a short ponytail if he wanted. 

He looked over his shoulder, and his striking emerald eyes widened slightly. “Wrong door, sweetheart,” he said.

Any sane woman would have apologised and fled, but I didn't. You could blame it on the drink. Instead of leaving, I drew a step towards him. 

“Don't stop on my account, handsome,” I slurred.

He frowned as he fastened his pants. “You really need to leave. This isn't a place for a drunk omega, and—”

“I'm not drunk.” I pouted. “At least not that drunk to not know what I'm doing.” I closed the distance between us and placed my palm on his chest. “Are you up for a challenge, handsome?”

He knitted his brows. “Pardon?”

“I want you to fuck me until I forget that cheating bastard,” I whispered, sounding like the slut I was, and the one James always called me.

His jaw tightened. “I don't think—”

“I'll pay.” I wrapped my hand around his neck, knowing I didn't even have any cash with me. “Just make me forget.”

He shook his head. “I don't need your—”

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, I just want to forget him.”

He was still for a long moment, and I thought he would push me away, but he didn't. He wrapped his hand around my waist and lifted me. He settled me on the counter and stood between my knees, placing his forehead against mine. “You wouldn't regret this, right?” 

“Why would I when I fucking want it?” 

“You better not cry rape when we start.” 

“I won't.”  I kissed him then. He tasted like mint. For a heartbeat, he didn't respond until I swiped my tongue over his lower lip. He let out a groan and kissed me back. His tongue dove into my mouth as he took mine in a slow waltz. 

He slid his hand up my sides, and they brushed against the underside of my breasts through my blouse. I arched into him, whimpering as he did, just like I begged him to.

For the first time since I lost my virginity at 14, I got a taste of getting fucked with pheromones. He was the gentlest man I'd ever slept with, and to think we did it in a public restroom. 

I gripped his shoulders as he thrust in gently, while showering me with his pheromones that smelled like the first rain after a blazing winter. And by the time we both climaxed, I was in tears, knowing I would never be able to feel this kind of gentleness again.