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Note: Getting this out a lot quicker than the last part. I am very excited to advance this story deeper and deeper. Once again, humiliation and voyeurism are the primary themes, with more coming starting this part of the story. Summary if you don't feel like reading the other parts: I am married to Mel, a gorgeous woman with a more complex dating history than me. I work part-time as an Uber driver, and after unsuspectingly driving a couple that is "friends" of hers home, they put on a show for me in the backseat, insinuating that they have swung with my wife without my knowledge. When I confront Mel, she admits knowing them, but withholds the truth, which I devastatingly find after going through her phone while she sleeps. Part 3 picks up the next morning.
Within 12 hours, everything I thought I knew about my life was a lie. Hell, everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie. My wife was a liar and a cheater. I had been unwittingly cuckolded for lord knows how long, and with lord knows how many lovers, and upon this discovery, I found myself utterly enthralled. I barely slept the whole night, I just kept wanting to roll back over and rewatch the video, but I did not dare accidentally wake up Mel again. I didn't want her to know that I knew, not yet at least. I had to contend with my feelings about this before I would confront her. I agonized in bed wanting to see her take Darius' cock one more time, to see his cum dripping out of my wife, while feeling my heart being ripped out of my chest like I felt just a few hours ago. My clearer head knew that chasing that feeling of heartbreak and jealousy would only lead to bad things. I had to fight my sexual urges, and this newfound sexual inadequacy, in favor of self-respect, or else I knew there was a chance I would never come back.
The Sunday morning sun came shining through the wide windows in our bedroom. The blinds overlaying the top cast the most beautiful lines over Mel's face as she awoke. Without fail I always woke up a few minutes before her, giving me the luxury of watching her wake up and start her day. I loved her so much, if I could do anything to not lose her, while maintaining a sense of normalcy in our marriage, I would do it. Seeing her big beautiful brown eyes open that morning made it hard for me to envision a future where she is not part of my life. Though once this bomb was dropped, when I revealed what I really knew about her, I may not have that anymore.
I wanted to cry right there, so when she said good morning to me, I quickly turned away and muttered something about making the coffee. What a shit poker face, I thought, she was bound to know something was wrong. As she rolled over and exhaled, she clicked her phone, and then quickly clicked off and got up. I marked Darius' text unread, so she must have seen it on her screen, then ignored it. Was this a subtle sign that she would always choose me? Why am I analyzing her half-awake motives.
Mel rolled out of the sheets and put her feet to the ground. She was wearing jet black polyester panties, the kind that hug her hips and give her that nice fold of the butt over the thighs, with a white t shirt and tube socks. This was my favorite outfit of hers to wear to bed, this is when she looked and felt her warmest and most natural. She passed me a smile and walked out of the room without her phone and towards the breakfast nook. I followed her closely and headed towards the coffee maker. Last night, there was a big part of me that wanted to wake up and be super passive aggressive; where I would do things like give her the "bad mug," give her slightly less coffee than me, overtoast her bread, not spread her butter all the way across, petty shit to signal that I am mad with her. Really kind of petulant things when you think about it. But seeing her and feeling her after such a strong emotional night, I deferred like always, and just wanted to serve her. So I did everything perfectly while she sat patiently for her breakfast. As we sat in our little nook, we did the crossword puzzle like we always do, with her none the wiser that anything in our relationship was any different than last night, at least to me.
I was enjoying the normalcy, even if that pit in my stomach was still there, clouding my ability to fully enjoy it. As I was about to get up and start cleaning, Mel asks "so how was driving last night? I don't remember you coming in."
"Uhm.. it was all.. it was alright I guess, I dont know."
Mel's eyebrows went up "that bad?"
Then, I said something I knew I shouldn't have "So you don't remember me asking you about Leaf Lounge last night?"
Mel paused. Then said "Leaf Lounge? Why would you ask me about the Leaf Lounge?"
God, I should quit here. I should drop the subject or find a way out. I am not ready to have this conversation. But fuck, my heart is racing, I can feel blood rushing into my penis, that part of me that wants to emotionally damage myself for pleasure..
"Yeah, uh, I picked up this couple, and they uh.. knew you. And then you said they were swingers and pushy."
Mel's eyes dilated, as if she wondered if I was holding back details about what she sleepily admitted to. Then, like a wizard, Mel starts to go off "Oh okay. Yeah Darius and Sarah right? They're always at that club, I don't think they go anywhere else. It's kind of weird really, they're always trying to get other women and couples to go home with them, but they're like friendly otherwise. They buy us lots of drinks so we're cool, I think Darius makes a decent living. But yeah Rachel even saw them on Feeld once. Crazy right?"
Wow, I am married to such a good liar! I couldn't believe how she just came up with all that on the cuff, so convincing. If I hadn't had video evidence of her bouncing up and down on this man, I would've dropped all suspicion right there. As I tacitly admired her boldness, she interjects with:
"So what did they say about me?"
Ah, here we go. Even a great liar can't resist probing for information. If only she knew what I knew! Of course, if I tell her, she will know I went through her phone. The logical part of me knows that going through her phone is way less bad than cheating, but I still felt I needed to hide that detail for as long as possible. So the question for me now was, how much do I clear the air right now? As stupid as this is, I was having such a great and normal morning, I didn't really wanna ruin it, even if my dick did.
"Well, they were just really really friendly when they found out I was your husband."
"Hm, yeah, they're so nice. I shouldn't say mean things about them." Mel quickly replied.
"Maybe a little too nice"
Why the fuck did I say that?
"What do you mean?" replied Mel worriedly.
"uh..uhm" I stammered, looking for a way out of this conversation.
"nothing, they were just really touchy" I kept it vague, hoping she would drop it.
"Touchy?" Mel seemed almost excited to hear more.
"Yeah touchy.. very handsy in the backseat."
Mel actually bit her lip at this comment. Could she have been turned on at the thought of her lovers getting busy in front of her husband? Her husband that she believes is completely unaware of her affair.
"That doesn't surprise me." Mel uttered.
Mel then excused herself to the bedroom, leaving me with the dishes and my thoughts. If I wasn't willing to confront her head on about this, where was this going to lead? How long can I pretend that I don't know what I know, in service of saving our marriage? And if I don't deal with this, will Mel just leave me anyway? There's that pit feeling again..
Just as I pondered taking initiative for once in my life, I heard a loud "WHAT THE FUCK?" from the bedroom. I raced over to find Mel sitting on our bed, and in her hands were Sarah's cum-stained ripped tights from last night. I forgot that I had left them under the pillow after I jerked off last night. Well, here was the confrontation coming to me.
"Whose are these?" I blew air into my cheeks, and decided to come clean at that moment. "They're Sarah's.. they got a little more than handsy in the backseat."
I gave her the full story, no details withheld. I didn't tell her yet about what I found on her phone, I was hoping she would come clean before I had to admit snooping. Throughout my whole story, I kept noticing Mel looking down at the floor, and blushing like a schoolgirl with her thick pale thighs crossed over one another. I kept staring at the sexy little fold just below her panty line, the contrast of the black underwear against her skin reminding me of Darius' big black hands violently grabbing her.
"And then, Sarah hands me her tights, like some kind of keepsake." I ended the story there, waiting for Mel's verbal reaction.
"Fuck. That's unbelievable. I can't believe that happened to you." She was keeping it short for now. "But that doesn't explain why they're under your pillow." Uh oh.
"Oh yeah, I guess I took them out of my pocket when I went to bed."
"Baby.. how did the whole thing make you feel?" She was gauging me, seemingly therapizing me. It was like she already knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.
"I don't know Mel, it was very weird. To be honest, they only got that way after they found out I was your husband. It was like they were trying to communicate something to me.."
Mel quickly interjected "I asked how you felt. These being under your pillow means something, I'm not stupid."
I couldn't believe that I was somehow the one being interrogated here! After what I said and what I described, she masterfully sidestepped it to being about what I was holding back! Who was this woman????
"Okay, yeah, maybe I was a little aroused watching them, and you know how much I love tights. I just felt overwhelmed by the whole thing…"
"You were turned on? Watching two strangers fuck in your Uber and hand you their used soaked underwear? Is that why you went through my phone last night?"
HOLY FUCK, HOW DID SHE KNOW??
"Uh, what?"
"Baby, it's okay. I'm not mad."
YOU'RE not mad?? – what I wanted to scream.
Mel continued "I knew this day would come. I didn't think it would be today, so I'm a little unprepared, but it's a good thing, this is a good thing baby! Now that we're on the same page we can really do this marriage the way it needs to be.."
My head was spinning. This was not happening, complete loss of control, my heart exploding, I could barely hear her over the heartbeat in my ears. My dick was harder than it's ever been. I needed to hear her out before I went insane.
"I owe you the truth now. Darius would say that this is long overdue. It all started about a year ago. My girlfriends and I had a night out at the Leaf Lounge. We were all dancing together, no guys. I was driving that night so I was completely sober. That's when this girl, Sarah, started dancing with us. At first, I thought she was sweet on Rachel, but I guess she saw the way I was moving and she made me her target instead…"
"Target?" – I asked
"Uhh yeah, well. She asked me what I do, I told her I did social media for a local business. She asked if I needed any help with product photography. I told her my husband takes pictures for us a lot. Then she kinda scoffed, and said, 'No, I mean a REAL photographer.."
Ouch, that kind of hurt my feelings more than anything at this point.
"That's when she walked me over to Darius. As soon as I saw the way he was looking at me, I could tell this was not going to be a professional conversation for long. At first, I thought he was super handsome, but I truly had no intention of anything, you gotta believe that baby. It's just…."
"Just what??" I interjected, very curious to hear what she had to say next.
"He started talking, and I loved everything about him. He was so effortlessly smooth. His deep baritone voice, it cut through the air like a sharp knife. He spoke with such passion and expertise about photography. And maybe the most attractive thing, was that Sarah was hanging on his every word. Despite the fact that he's probably picked up hundreds of girls, she was enamored with him, never breaking eye contact, as if she was falling in love with him over and over and again with each syllable. That was so endearing, it made me want to spend the rest of the night with them…"
"So… did you?" I asked.
"No. I was talking to them for like an hour, by then it was time to go. I had to drive home, so he insisted that all three of us exchange numbers. Then he kissed me on the cheek, and I felt guilty, but also strangely lucky. But I never got a text from a Sarah, from then on Darius communicated for the both of them, which I thought was so hot! He is a true man's man. Something about the way he commandeered everything so naturally, just made me want to spend so much time with him."
Hearing this only made my heart sink lower, and the pit in my stomach feel deeper. I could handle if it was just about the sex, but this was clearly a lot more than that. They had a real connection that seemed distinct from my own.
"So you just forgot about me then? You've had this man, your lover, for a year, why didn't you just separate from me then? Why not pursue him if you have this deep connection?"
"Oh baby, well, that's just not how it worked out."
I was confused. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Mel hesitated a bit. "At that point, I thought I could get over it if I didn't see him again. Of course I felt horrible about my feelings, but I knew you'd feel just as horrible if I confessed about the kiss and stuff, meanwhile I was thinking that if I never saw him again this would obviously go away. I never meant to hurt you. But then, he invited me back to the Leaf Lounge.. alone. I wasn't gonna go, I swear. I love you, I want to be with you forever, I still do. I texted him that I didn't think it was a good idea, I was married and that taking this any further would be a huge mistake…
"His response was pretty surprising. He said 'I don't want you to break up with him. In fact, I can make your marriage better than it ever would be otherwise. All of us, together.'
"What the fuck?" I was fuming. How could that line have possibly have worked on a smart girl like Mel.
"Seems pretty silly right?" Mel continued. "But then, he sent this folder. It was a google drive folder with dozens of videos. He told me to start watching them in order. The first was a video of just him and Sarah. They were making out really passionately, he set the camera down at waist level to show off how he was grabbing her ass. Baby.. those hands, I mean, you saw them I'm sure, when he was grabbing her in the car?"
Unfortunately I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"It was really, really sexy. But then she got down on her knees and started unbuckling him. She did the slow reveal, pulling down his pants. When I saw his dick, my jaw dropped baby. Again you saw it, it was huge, sure, but it was so perfectly designed. That thick vein down the middle, and his huge mushroom head. The color too, perfectly blending with his chocolate skin. When he grabbed it with his hand, and used his other hand to push Sarah's head down on it, I came! Just from looking at it!"
Good God, Mel was so far gone and I didn't even realize it.
"I felt so horrible being so attracted to him, but I couldn't help it. The rest of the videos were even more shocking. It was video after video of different girls of all races having the exact same experience as Sarah. And they all looked like they had a spiritual awakening each time. I've never seen so many women roll their eyes back in their head like that, where they looked completely surrendered to their senses, to this man who had taken them to a place they'd never been before."
She paused for about 5 seconds.
"Denying this for myself would have been a mistake. I had to do it for me. I justified it because I know you want me to have the best, right? Like if something was out there that could make me really, really happy, you'd want me to have it right?"
"Let's just say that's even remotely true. Why not just tell me? If this is something you think I would actually want for you" I replied.
"I asked Darius if I could tell you, make sure you were okay with it before I saw him again, that it wasn't fair to you…. but then convinced me that you wouldn't be ready yet."
I laughed out loud. So my wife was taking orders from a man she had met a total of one time?
"I know that sounds ridiculous, but something inside of me didn't want to blow this opportunity, so I really wanted to do what he said so that he could make me feel like all of those other women. So basically, I went and met up with him, and this time he was staying at a hotel in the city. I didn't visit there place until about 10 weeks later. So…….I've been seeing them at least once a week for the past year.."
That was another punch to the gut. Every week, right under my nose. I was so naive that I thought she just really loved going out. How did never notice something was up?
"…And every time, it's been life-altering sex with them. Baby, you wouldn't believe it. It's like his divine purpose on earth was to please people. The way he's able to hand me and Sarah at the same time is nothing short of a miracle. He is miraculous. I love you, but this felt like something completely separate from you. You're a great lover, and in many ways, you're my one and only. But in other ways, I understand now that I can't deny myself these urges. Darius just makes me feel things you could never dream of making me feel. And I need those feelings.. I just need them. I'm sorry."
My head was fully in my hands. I felt like a complete failure of a husband. Every revelation was equal parts humiliating and devastating.
"About a month ago, Darius said that I should tell you, and bring you into the relationship."
Bring ME into the relationship? He is the one encroaching on OUR relationship.
"This time, it was me who wasn't ready. I wanted him and Sarah all to myself. His ideas.. well.. you should hear them from him.. they seemed too extreme. It would be a complete transformation of our marriage. I know that deep down, I've gone so far, that it needs to happen for us in order for us to stay together, because I don't wanna lose him. I guess it's good that it happened this way, so that now everything is out in the open and we can take this where it needs to go."
Anger took over for a moment for me. "What the fuck are you talking about? What is extreme, what transformation? What if I don't wanna be part of this shit and I just leave you, like any self-respecting man would?"
"But you're not a self-respecting man, are you?"
Fuck, that made my heart stop. And my dick hard.
"That's why you stuffed Sarah's tights under your pillow, and that's why you didn't confront me head on about the sex or about the video Darius sent me. Even though Darius only met you last night, he knows a lot about you. He's very good at reading people, even through their spouses. He was able to tell me things about me and about you that I only knew subconsciously. Things like, you never take initiative, you always yield to what other people want or insist upon. Even your opinions and hobbies are just borrowed from something or someone that influenced you. Like photography, I told him about the camera you wanted, and he said that of course someone like you would pick the most obvious choice. It made me think about how we always do things on my time, and that truly babe, I don't know what you want sometimes. You really can be a pushover. And he says that someone like that can only be so good in bed.. which he's unfortunately correct about, baby."
I had nothing to say at this read other than a vacant stare (and an erect penis).
"If you were really going to leave me, you would have done it last night. But Darius called it, you are into it, I can tell. And that's why you should hear his plans directly from him. He said to me once that people like you are passengers, and that people like him are the conductors. Darius' ideas seemed wild to me at first, but then I thought of him as the conductor, and it all made sense to me. And it will all make sense to you baby when you hear him out."
I sat with that for a while. I had no poker face whatsoever, apparently. Mel even took her fluffy sock to my crotch to confirm that I was indeed hard, raising her eyebrows as if to confirm everything she said was true.
"Hear him out how?" I said.
"I'll text him. We'll meet for dinner, and everything will fall into place."
I had started the morning wondering where I was going to direct my life next. Only to then start to realize, that maybe I wasn't meant to conduct…As Mel said, maybe I am merely a passenger. I would not be happy if I left her, that I know for sure. It's time to at least consider what things would feel like if I let go. My wife was cheating on me for over a year, and I had no awareness or control over it. What makes me think I would ever have control over anything ever again? At least this way, I could keep Mel, and maybe transcend my anxiety and hopelessness into a new understanding of my role in life. But I had no idea what I was in store for, I could only abstract what Darius' crazy plans were. As the passenger, I could only pray he wouldn't go too fast or too dangerously. If Mel trusts him, that should be good enough for me. After all, he's kept her so happy, so why wouldn't I be happy too?
Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think in the comments, and I will get moving on part 4 right away. You won't want to miss where it's going 😉
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