Proper Marriage 3 - Freefall

Disclaimer and info:

One of the readers reminded me that this series is a bit sad, so, I'm adding that to warnings part.

In short:

Don't empathize the MC too much or you may feel heartbroken.

The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish.

If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded husband, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this story is not for you (not all in this chapter).

I suggest checking the tags first.

All characters are fictional and over 18.

Freefall

For the last two weeks, I notice how Victoria and Marvin return one after the other every Thursday. Among other things. Especially Thursdays are interesting. She acts different in many ways.

Today is Thursday.

I made my plans last night and I'm following her. She goes to work; I have my breakfast and coffee across the street. I pay cash, because she checks my credit card usage every month.

She leaves at noon and drives somewhere. Why Thursday? Maybe they have account visits or some sort of a pilot period for home office work that I don't know of.

I follow.

She parks her car, walks. She looks gorgeous in her light-gray business dress; her dreamy legs showing below her skirt in those dark fume nylons, walking strong in her high heels.

How can I think about such things in such a moment? But I'd kill to be at home with her. As if she wasn't my wife, as if I was having platonic feelings for a stranger, someone way out of my league.

This hurts too much. She's mine on paper and I'm watching someone out of my reach.

I wait a bit and drive slowly when she enters some place.

I see them. They are at a cafe. I find a spot and park there. I don't have the guts to go outside and watch.

I just think that it could be better if I confronted them. Give her a chance to deny things. To make me believe I misunderstood. To get angry at me and beat me in the street. But that would be bad. She gets hornier when she beats me. I need to make her call off their plans. To betray me one time less. But, guts...

I wait until I see them leave the cafe on my mirror. They are walking my way.

She's holding his hand!

This still hurts the most, even more than what I had been picturing about them. I was hoping that this was all about sex. That she had no 'feelings' for him, as if she could have feelings.

Fuck, she can see me if I drive off.

Before they reach my car, they stop. Probably Marvin's car's there, I can't see. They get in and leave; yeah, it's Marvin's car. He's driving my wife somewhere. Every one of those small scenes gives me heartache. Like she sat in my car when we were first dating, she's sitting near him.

I can feel the vein on my neck, pulsing crazy.

They drive for some time and I follow them to a hotel. Why am I talking to myself as if that is a surprise? How can I feel more than I expected? I thought I was just mad because it was unfair, jealousy could only be the runner-up in my mood. Why am I feeling like I'm betrayed by the love of my life? What sort of twisted love did I have for her?

Why am I constantly cursing at them both? Why do I have tears in my eyes? Didn't I already know?

Anyway. I don't understand why they drove that far for this hotel. We drove past many hotels on the way. I wonder how long this thing had been going on. Maybe they tried every hotel and they like this one the most.

They park and leave the car.

She waits by the car as he goes to the glass door on the right side. Probably she's ashamed to be seen by the receptionist; to be witnessed as some daylight whore brought to this hotel to fuck midday.

Who does that? In such business clothes? In such a perfect appearance? A married woman, probably. That's what the receptionist would think.

I give a fight not to run to her and talk her out of this. Or beg her not to do it. Or take a stone and hit her with it. I wish I had a baseball bat! See? I still can't be sure if I can take her down with a stone or even a baseball bat. I'm glad I don't own a gun.

My ears are buzzing; eyes are burning with the sweat running down from my hairline. How is this possible? How can someone do something like that?

I never gave a thought about this 'cheating' subject before. Is this the way it always goes? Some woman does such a thing, without caring what her husband would feel? Would a wife feel the same if she was watching her husband cheat her? I bet those women would not think twice before jumping in on the scene. Without thinking if her husband beats her. I bet they are more 'man' than me.

He walks to her and puts his hand on her back to guide her; he probably got the keys from reception.

I see his hand moving down to her ass as they walk to a room. She looks around, to see if anyone's looking. Oh, she remembers that this is wrong. Still, apparently not being very comfortable, she doesn't react, she lets him grope her ass cheek as they walk.

No more room for suspicion, even for a fool like me. Reality hits me in the face in an undeniable way. Leaving no chance for me to fool myself about my 'perception' or 'suspicion.'

I changed my mind. I never wanted to have a gun before. I'm just grateful that I don't.

He opens the door and drags her holding her arm and pushes Victoria in; he pushes my wife, my occasional bully, my 'leader in life' inside like she's a cheap slut.

He brings her here to fuck her and is she giggling? Happy and impatient that our neighbor's husband is about to fuck her?

Without any problem? Him treating her like this?

If that was the type of man you fancied, why did you marry me you twisted minded whore?!

I did my best to ignore my imagination during the three hours they spent there. When they left the room, he's walking like a boss, while Victoria is following him in quick steps, still fixing her dress, to catch up with him.

When she did, she kept walking by him, hugging his arm with both hands, almost leaning on him. Like a normal naive girl, hyped up after having a great sex with the man she loves. No, even more. She looks like those idiot girls who fall in love with the guy after he fucks them good. Hoping that he would do it again, hoping that he would call them again.

They walked to the reception like this. The way the receptionist gave a once over to Victoria made me cringe again.

He knew he was looking at someone's young wife, brought to his hotel to be fucked by that older customer. He knew there was some idiot somewhere, thinking that his wife is at work now.

Why am I torturing myself like this? Adding pain to my aching heart thinking like that?

I'm not feeling good.

I know I can't beat this guy, but even if I could, Victoria could beat me before I touched him. It's not possible for me to go out and confront them. I don't want that sort of a humiliation in my life, in addition to the ones piling up.

It's not hard to picture such a confrontation. Victoria reprimanding me while he is smirking. Before them beating me up in a humiliating way. And after.

Why am I experiencing this pain like that? As if I had a marriage full of love, with a loving, decent, sweet wife? Wasn't I making plans to run away some time ago?

Wasn't my fear the only reason for me to stay? No, it wasn't. I didn't want to live without her. Maybe not out of love, I don't know. But there was no alternative life for me that she didn't exist in it.

She made me feel like that.

Stockholm syndrome or Pavlovian reflex, who cares? I feel this way. I was Victoria's dog, conditioned for Victorian reflex. She gave me pain to love, obey, worship her. At the moment I love her even more, feeling the pain at the peak.

When I understand that he is driving her to her car, I head home.

I return home before they do. I don't have the courage to tell I followed her but I will.

Looking at my watch, I calculate that they will probably return in about two hours. As if they are returning from work. As if she would care about what I think.

I wonder what they are doing now.

There's a wild need to do something. Anything. To burn down the house, for example. With me in it. Some other guy would burn it down with her in it. That's the dark side of conditioning, I guess. I'd rather die instead of her. That's not the original me talking. She almost suffocated me once sitting on my face. All I could think was 'she wants my life for her orgasm.' Without much resistance in me.

I can't wait alone like this. I will lose my mind. These stupid thoughts are killing me. How can I have an erection in such a moment?

I have to confront her. I have to stop fearing that much. But I need her as much as I hate her now. What if she leaves me? When I tell her that I know? What if she's postponing her plan to leave me? Just because this is manageable? Maybe she gets pleasure from that too, knowing that I'm clueless.

Then, I remember I'm not the only one getting cheated.

I knock on Wendy's door.

She opens the door, sees me, and looks around "Kevin? What are you doing here?"

As if it's an awkward thing to knock on your neighbor's door.

"Hi, Wendy. Sorry for disturbing but I need to talk."

"Yes?" her eyes are constantly looking around.

"If I can come in for a few minutes?"

"Sorry, Marvin made it clear that..." she didn't finish her words, tilted her head "You know."

She knew I was warned not to talk to her.

I chuckle painfully; nothing is closely normal in my life.

"Ok. Long story short, I followed Victoria. And, I found out she met with Marvin at a cafe, at noon."

Since she wasn't enthusiastic to talk to me, I was going to skip the parts about what made me suspicious. I needed to get her curious.

But she is still looking at me, without changing her expression. Only, there's this crooked shape her lips take; it looks like she's thinking 'Oh, I'm sorry you found out.'

I freeze for a few seconds "You knew?"

"Kevin, it's not a good idea to talk about that. I'm sorry you learned it this way."

"But, how? I mean when did you find out? How?"

"I didn't find out. Marvin told me."

"What? When?"

"Months ago. Forget that you found out. That's better. It's their business; it's not a good idea to interfere. At least she probably cares enough to keep you in the dark."

"What are you saying? How is this good? How's that their business? What did he tell you?"

"Kevin, leave it. Please."

"No, I need to know. What did he say?"

Her eyes get a bit cold. Not just like she's thinking 'You asked for this.' It's different. She realized something. Or, she decided to put some of her burden on my shoulders. In a way, as if I would regret asking.

Somehow, she made me feel beneath her, seeing her look at me like that.

"That I'm his wife and he has needs, type of needs wives ought not to provide."

"What does that even mean? What's this got to do..." oh, no...

I am looking at her dumbfounded. She thought I didn't understand.

"As he always says, ours is a decent marriage and I'm a decent wife."

"What are you talking about? Seriously!"

My outburst didn't startle her. Just the opposite. That demeaning expression covered her whole face. Transforming into almost a smug expression. Seeing I was wounded, that was her reaction. Maybe she wanted to see someone else as the 'victim' for a change.

"I guess you already understood what I'm saying. And, these are private matters. Stop asking."

'Private?'

I didn't just think that, I asked her.

"Private?"

"I can see you are sensitive but try to stay calm, Ok? Yes. My husband and my personal life is private. I know you're not happy about it but these are the facts."

"These? What facts? You're not telling me anything! Your private life is happening in my marriage right now."

She rolled her eyes.

"There are things he wouldn't ask from me in bed. Not that I'm a prude woman, I'm not. But I'm his wife. He doesn't want to see his wife like that. So..."

'We got it!' I was thinking, grinding my teeth.

"Besides, I don't feel neglected. He's there more than I need him to be. He's got more than I need."

What's this stupid logic? Who says her spouse has more sexual appetite than she needs, so she's Ok with what's going on?

And I don't care about their marriage; I'm trying to stop this nonsense!

"I don't understand. Are you Ok with him cheating on you?"

"He's not cheating on me. I told you. He tells me what he does. Every time. He gets off his steam and shares it with me afterwards."

"Bullshit!"

This time her expression is unmistakable. I realize I made a mistake acting like that. But what she was saying didn't make sense. Were they having dinner and then he was complaining about the hotel sheets? That he wouldn't go there if Victoria liked his favorite hotel? After talking about the customer he argued with at work?

"Ok, since this is the way you want to talk..." she takes a step towards me, making me step back. She's not like Victoria; I don't think she thought of hitting me. But thanks to Victoria, it felt like she could. I guess women intimidate me now.

"Let me try to explain using his words. How every alpha in animal kingdom wants to show who the boss is. He talked about documentaries. How animals used breeding to control the betas. He believes that to bottom for a strong male brings submissiveness and obedience. I don't think he mentions male bottoms but I guess it applies to them as well, in his mind. That's how he sees it. He can't stop talking about how alpha seeds keep them inline. How any female around them had to accept this. And he relieves his instinct on your wife. Of course, we're not animals, but, boys get naughty, right? I guess he likes to see the romantic side of this."

'Your boy is getting naughty on my wife!' I was thinking.

"Romantic?"

"He likes to compare himself to a lion..."

I just look at her, almost expecting some pity. That's how I feel at the moment. The nonsense of the conversation is in the past for me, I just start to feel the ugly truth once again. My desperation is visible to her.

That only gives her the courage to pour salt on my wound, almost in disdain. As if she needed to rub it in my face that I was at a lower spot in the food chain. She wants to walk over me when I'm down. Her expression tells me that. Besides her words.

"When he first told me that he's satisfying his needs on her, I felt bad. I mean, I was too jealous and worried. I couldn't grasp the core of this situation. He clarified this for me. That, my husband is using someone else's wife for his 'indecent' needs; so, our marriage is still a decent, intact, respectful one."

I can swear that she got turned on a bit while talking to me like that.

This was all about her relief from insignificance. Probably, this could be the first time her ego felt peaceful like this, in her whole life.

And, I could swear that she added that part not just to make me feel worse, but also to emphasize how 'they' see 'us.' How 'we' are there for 'them', available to be used for their indecent relief needs as a couple.

As if they were skimming off the foam from the boiling broth. To keep their meal clean, dumping the foam to my marriage. I want to shout 'shut up!' to my mind. I want to stop those thoughts!

As if, Victoria was some sort of a discharge valve for their marriage, for Wendy to remain 'clean' and 'decent', for Marvin to 'blow off some steam.'

In fact, there was no mistake in the way I was thinking.

She didn't need to say those.

I already learned that Victoria is an indecent whore and I can guess that she became a fucktoy for Marvin, if their thing is not an affair on 'equal' levels. I don't know which one is more demeaning.

But, either way, seeing her comfortable like that, it occurs to me.

There's no way for me to see it in a way where they are having a love affair or a fling. Not after listening to Wendy's side of events.

It's nothing like that. Her husband is fucking my wife. My wife leaves the office in working hours, drives to him, so he can fuck her.

Anything Victoria would say, any way she would see it wouldn't change that fact.

And, even our 'marriage setup' has no significance in helping such a situation.

When we're out of the door, in the real world, there's only one way to describe this situation. As she said, her husband had been getting naughty on someone else's wife. No one would question this narrative.

Socially, that was the situation. I was the one everyone would look at and say 'poor little idiot.'..

Personally, I had been still digesting, ignoring, trying to find ways to alter the reality. And, in my attempt to find a comrade on this mission, Wendy, I found my new bottom.

I have no words, no more questions.

But she does.

"And, since you wanted to know, Marvin knows and likes to own a woman in bed. By 'owns', I mean the woman has no doubt she is owned."

I feel cramps in my stomach.

"In case you're still wondering why your wife acts like a pussy cat near him, that's a female thing. Every woman needs to be owned by a strong man in bed. And, believe me. Marvin wouldn't spare her; not like he tries his best to keep it down with me. She probably gets more than she hoped for."

Why would this stupid cunt hate me like that? Why is she smirking? Is she smirking or is it my imagination? I feel dizzy.

Doesn't she have one bit of a problem with what's going on? Apparently not. She keeps on talking, I can see that smirk now, and I'm not imagining it.

"He likes to see that squirming surrender under him. That's how he describes it. Especially when he's done with her." She's unstoppable. Maybe she hates Victoria and she's trying to insult her this way, I don't know. But I'm about to have a panic attack.

"Stop, enough!"

"He never takes out. Never! He likes to mark his territory. He likes to watch the woman's reaction as he releases his satisfaction into her. Like in those documentaries, as I said. Instinct. To spread his seeds. To see his betas feel his seeds and accept their role."

I stand there a few more seconds before turning around to go home. I hear her disgusting voice behind me.

"We have a hunch that he may be sterile, if you're wondering. So, you may worry less than you think."

I know why she's talking comfortably like that. She knows I can't confront her husband. Even if I tried, my wife would put me in my place.

I was finally in peace that I was a wimp.

But this feels like our first night. I feel almost the same.

That day I realized my life as I knew was over. It was the first day of my new life, learning to be a 'decent husband' for my wife.

Is this the start of the new era? When I have to learn to be a 'decent' cuckold?

I don't see that happening, no. This time I have to do something about it.

She'll be home soon.

Thanks to jealousy, I feel somehow 'brave.'

I even talked to myself, using the words 'it was time for me to put my foot down' in this moment of courage, while waiting for her to come back.

Not to be the 'man' of the house, of course. The fight I was intended to give was about 'not accepting to be a willing cuckold.' These are my thoughts, while I am preparing dinner with the groceries she brought yesterday.

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I see Marvin's car. This time she arrives half an hour later. See? That would have been a false negative if I didn't follow her.

"How was your day?"

"Same. What's for dinner?"

I feel my heart rate increase as I don't answer her.

Also, knowing what's coming next makes me feel awkward. Angry, afraid, horny. Probably that horniness comes from my fear.

I watch her slowly remove her shoes, standing, looking in my eyes.

As I said, Thursdays are special. She often forgets this ceremony on many days. Or she doesn't care.

But I can see that she somehow managed to figure out that had ties to her affair.