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In shock and humiliated fury, I threw my phone, my face burning.
B**ch!
I drove to the villa. I was going to catch them.
The PI must have been hired by the woman to send me pics and audio and vanish. I realized I was being taunted by that b**ch.
The absolute nerve!
A home-wrecking mistress, how dare she act so brazenly!
I stormed up to the villa door, key in hand.
The villa was empty. I called out a few times. No answer.
I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window from the photo.
Running my fingers over the glass, I could almost see that woman pressed against it, and John roughly pulling her hair from behind.
She might cry out loudly, and John behind her groaned, gripping her waist and hips...
Lost in thought, I felt that familiar heat again.
Caught between shame and desire, I slowly leaned against the window, mimicking the pose from the photo.
I actually longed to be treated that roughly. Like a worthless doll.
"Ding-dong!"
Just then, a sound came from the villa entrance. Someone was here.
Flustered, I jumped back from the glass. My first instinct was to hide.
I rushed into the master bedroom closet, hiding inside, peeking through a crack at the two people entering.
They were talking intimately, flirting shamelessly.
A strange man held that other woman tightly, his hands roaming everywhere.
The woman giggled, obediently sticking out her tongue, snuggling in his arms.
Hah. This was getting more interesting. I was being cheated on, but my husband was getting cheated on too.
The woman was stripped naked. On the floor, facing away from the man, she issued an invitation.
Now she was facing the closet where I was hiding. I finally saw her appearance clearly.
Incredibly beautiful, like a rose picked at dawn with dew still on it, alluring yet with a touch of innocence.
And right now, her face was pure lust.
The man sat on the bed, his shoe-clad foot resting on the woman.
He looked down at the woman wagging her tail like a puppy, pushing aside her panties and pressing against her already wet spot with the toe of his shoe.
Hiding in the closet, I stared intently, bracing myself with one of my hand, sneaking under my own clothes with the other.
I actually wished it was me under his foot.
Just as we were both getting worked up, a car slowly pulled into the villa driveway...
I didn't know how things got to this point.
I came to catch them, but ended up hiding in the closet with the other woman's lover, and we together watched my husband fool around with her.
The lover had taken the prime viewing spot through the crack. I was curled in the corner, listening to his dry commentary.
"Can't your husband tell there's someone else? She's already dripping on the floor."
I was both embarrassed and too tired to talk, just wanting this nightmare to end.
When the lover first opened the closet door and saw me half-undressed, he'd teasingly tugged my shoulder strap.
The strange man's scent filled my nose, making me shrink further into the corner.
"You getting turned on watching this? You want some too, huh?"
In the cramped space, that man braced his arms on either side of me, looking at me with a mocking glint in his eyes.
