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I didn’t thought I’d be the guy setting up a camera in my own house just because I’m trying to look for answers. But for weeks, I had this nagging feeling in my gut. My wife was coming home later than usual, sometimes showering right away, and when I asked how her day went, she’d just brush it off with a quick answer. Something felt off.
So one night, when she was out with her friends, I hid a small camera in the corner of our bedroom. I told myself it was just for peace of mind. I wasn’t sure I’d even see anything, but if I did, at least I’d know. A couple of days went by, nothing unusual. She went about her normal routine, and I started to feel stupid, like maybe I was just being paranoid. But then came the night that changed everything.
I got home before her, sat at my desk, and decided to check the footage. I fast forwarded through the boring parts. Her sleeping, changing clothes, scrolling on her phone. Then, around midnight, the door opened, and a guy walked in.
My heart dropped. Some guy followed her into our bedroom like he owned the place. They were laughing quietly, touching, and within minutes he pushed her down on our bed. She didn’t resist. She wanted it.
I sat there frozen, staring at the screen. My chest was tight, my stomach was in knots. I wanted to be angry, to slam the laptop shut and call her out. But I couldn’t look away. He stripped her down, and she spread her legs for him like it was the most natural thing in the world. When his dick went inside her, my wife moaned in a way I hadn’t heard in years. The sound went straight to my dick.
Before I even realized it, my hand was down my pants, stroking myself as I watched him fuck her. It was like I was possessed, like I’m just watching a usual porn video. The more I saw him pound into her, the harder I got. She wrapped her arms around him, begging for more, and I stroked faster, matching their rhythm.
I should’ve been furious, but all I felt was this rush of heat flooding through me. My wife, in our bed, getting fucked by another man. I was watching helplessly through a hidden camera footage.
When she came screaming under him, I came too, spilling all over my hand while my eyes stayed glued to the screen.
After it was over, they cuddled like nothing had happened. It was like they’re a happy couple. He left quietly before dawn. She rolled over and fell asleep like it was just another night.
I sat there, shaking, cum drying on my fingers, realizing what just happened. I didn’t feel broken. I didn’t feel destroyed. I felt addicted.
The next day, I didn’t say a word to her. I acted normal, like nothing had happened. But as soon as I was alone, I replayed the video again… and jerked off even harder.