Chapter 1

 

 

"Ah, fuck yeah baby. Take it! Take it!"

Huh? A bewildered look crossed Vanessa's features as she walked through the front door of the quaint two-story home she shared with her husband Adam. The voice emanating out of her living room seemed to be that of a man having sex. Her frown deepened as she tossed her keys into the pink glass candy dish by the door and quickly shrugged off her jacket, hanging it up in coat closet.

"Give it to her!" A round of cheers and whistles sounded followed by loud moaning.

She quickened her steps and finally stopped when she got to her living room. Her bewildered look faded and was replaced by a grin as it dawned on her what was going on in the other room. She had been held up at work leaving her husband, Adam, to entertain himself for the evening. It was obvious that he found himself some raunchy porn to pleasure himself with.

"That's right cunt, suck it good!"

Vanessa covered her mouth to stifle the giggle that was threatening to erupt as she carefully slipped off her heels and quietly made her way to the living room. Her bare feet moved soundlessly on the hardwood floor as she snuck up behind him.

Adam was a conservative man even after five years of marriage. To her dismay, he seemed to be becoming more and more conservative as the years went. His idea of kinky was anal sex and usually she had to be the one to initiate it - hell, beg for it even.

He never allowed her to watch him masturbate and refused to admit to watching porn. She knew he was full of shit, but pretended to believe him. What man doesn't watch porn? Another giggle threatened to escape at the thought of his reaction when he realized he'd been caught in the act. After all, he had been the one to adamantly deny ever watching porn. Her grin widened, as a wave of excitement rushed down her spine and her pussy clenched at the idea of watching him jerk off without the knowledge that she was right behind him watching.

Some more cheers and whoops sounded. He was watching gangbang porn. "Take her ass Brian!" More cheers.

Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks just before entering the living room and a feeling of déjà vu hit her. Her giddy mood darkened as she listened another moment.

The woman cried out as presumably someone slammed his cock into her ass. A frown appeared on her face as she took the final steps and entered the living room. Her blue eyes widened and she gasped, her eyes locked onto the 50-inch television screen.

The woman on the screen was bent over a billiards table and as presumed a large blonde-haired man was hammering his cock into her ass while a dozen other men looked on, while stroking their cocks to the show. The woman was slender, with long black hair covering her face, but Vanessa didn't need to see her face to know who the woman on the screen was.

Sensing her arrival, her husband who was seated on the burgundy leather sofa, paused the video and turned to face her, his dark eyes locking to hers and his face distorted in a look of horror, pain and sadness.

Oh-my-God! Vanessa tore her eyes from his, unable to bear peering upon his pained expression. Her legs suddenly felt like jelly and she fell back against the wall to steady herself. She felt faint. She needed to sit down.

The room turned deathly quiet. She shivered, despite it being the middle of summer and close to a hundred degrees; she couldn't shake off the chill running through her body. He'd discovered her deepest, darkest secret. And of all the ways to find out, he discovered it surfing the net for porn?

It felt like hours, but was closer to a minute before she felt steady on her feet and the nauseous feeling began to subside. Pushing herself off of the wall she slowly made her way around the sofa and sat on the opposite end from her husband, afraid to look him in the eyes, and trying her best to not stare at the vision of herself on the screen with her mouth shaped in a giant O as she got close to hitting her climax at the hands of multiple strangers.

"Adam," she whispered gaining the courage to finally lift her eyes to meet his.

"Why?" his tone wasn't angry, but solemn.

"It was before we met, I swear to you," her voice cracked and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. She forced them back. Would he leave her now that he knew? She didn't think she could handle losing him. She knew what was on that video, many people would feel uncomfortable watching even a stranger being taken like she had that night, but for him to see his wife in that situation. She shuttered at the thought of what he must think of her now.

"That wasn't the question Vanessa," he chided. "Was it a way to pay for college? Were you that broke? Surely your parents could have helped you out. I know they would have. So, why? I don't understand. I need to know why."

She looked from his confused, hurt eyes to her image on the screen and then back to him. She cringed. Their eyes locked once more, tension radiating between them. How could she tell the one and only man that she ever loved that that was what she really wanted? What she longed for, both then and now. How could she explain to make it okay? By her own admission what she liked sexually was fucked up. She loved being fucked and humiliated by numerous men until she was too exhausted to do anything other than lay there as they used her body for their own gratification in whatever way they felt fit.