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I was just browsing random clips on a porn site one night, half out of boredom, half out of habit. It was late, the house quiet, and she was out with her friends. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, just wasting time. Then I stopped.
Something about one of the thumbnails caught my attention. The room looked familiar. Same paint color. Same framed photo on the wall. My first thought was that someone had copied our bedroom style.
I clicked on it.
The video started grainy, shaky, but clear enough to make my stomach twist. The girl’s voice wasn’t just similar, it was hers. That soft laugh, the small breath she always makes before she says something. I froze.
I told myself it couldn’t be. Maybe it was just someone who sounded like her, someone who looked a little too similar. But the more I watched, the harder it was to lie to myself. The necklace, the tiny freckle on her shoulder, the way she moved. Every detail fit.
My hands felt numb. I paused the video and stared at the screen, trying to convince myself it was old, fake, edited or anything. The silence of the house suddenly felt heavier, like the walls knew before I did.
The video started with her kissing the guy she was with in the video. The guy was grabbing her ass while she twerks her ass for him.
She then started sucking his dick. I can hear her whisper “I’ve always wanted this”
After a while, the guy made her lay down then proceeds to fuck her. She was moaning so loud that I need to lower the volume. During that moment, I was holding my dick, resisting the urge to jerk off because the feeling was not right.
I replayed parts of it, trying to catch something that proved I was wrong. Instead, I found more that proved I wasn’t. I don’t know what I felt first—anger, jealousy, shame, or the weird sense that I shouldn’t even be watching. But I couldn’t look away.
I shut the laptop for a while, then opened it again. Part of me wanted to jerk off to it. I don’t know what to feel. I was hard.
When she came home later, she smiled at me like nothing had changed. She asked if I’d eaten. I said yes. I didn’t tell her anything.
Now it’s been two days. The video’s still saved in my history. I keep telling myself I’ll delete it, but I can’t. I don’t even know what I’m hoping to find proof that she lied, or proof she didn’t.
I just know I’ll never look at that room the same way again.
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