Chapter 1

"Fuck, Alicia. Just like that." He groans and throws his head back in pleasure. I stand, frozen in place at the doorway to his office. I'm not technically supposed to be here, and the soft jazz playing in the room tunes out any noises I might make. My brain goes through pieces trying to place this Alicia bitch who has my husband's dick in her mouth. It's not coming to me though, and I can't get a clear read on her face. Jack has his hands tangled in her hair as he face fucks her before roughly pulling her mouth from his dick and picking her up until she straddles him. 

"Oh my god, Jack. Right there." I can't believe what I'm hearing. I would have never guessed my husband had been cheating on me. There just weren't any signs. In hindsight though, there were signs, I just ignored them. A lot of "office meetings" and "working late." Now I know what that meant. Working late my ass. The woman has long blonde hair straight as a dry noodle falling down to her ass. Or my husbands thighs, however you want to look at it. I pull my phone out and open the camera app, hoping to get at least a decent video as proof. 

"Tell me I fuck you better." She's bouncing so hard on his dick she might get rugburn. Her panties are pushed to the side or she's going commando today, since the floor to his office is impeccable. Not a scrap of clothing or trash on the floor. 

"Just shut the fuck up and be a good little bitch. Take my dick, all of it." She's practically screaming now, panting, squealing, making as much noise as she can.

"I said shut the fuck up. Would you rather finish me off with my dick in your mouth?"

"N-no, daddy. I'll be quiet." She isn't though, but she did lower her pitch a little. 

"Stand up and bend over the desk. I need to fuck the shit out of you. Maybe you'll learn your place then." I should feel absolutely disgusted with watching my huband drive his dick in and out of another woman. An I am, don't get my wrong, but I don't miss the strong pull of desire that pools in my belly when I think back to all the fun I used to have. Back before I was who I am now. A completely different person than I was then. 

He's slamming into her so hard I almost feel sorry for the homewrecking slut. Then I go a little deeper and realize this must not be the first time. These two are comfortable with each other, know how to get each other off without trying to hard. I shut down those thoughts and end the video, saving the clip and emailing it to my backup email. 

I tiptoe as quiet as I can out of his office, not letting my emotions take over until I'm turning onto my street. I expected tears, maybe even a little mental break. I wasn't prepared when none of that happened though.Instead, I drive to the next town over and pull up in front of the place I used to work. I didn't mean to come here, but I need my person. I need her to process my feelings and key me into them. 

It's always scared me, how deeply the two of us feel, how we were so in tuned with each other. We didn't even have to speak to each to get what we wanted to say out, been like that since high school. Our families hated it, her parents practically banned me from their house. My husband didn't like it either. If he knew the whole story he would like it even less.