Chapter 13 - Neighbor Chronicles - Alternate Universe
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"Bill," Amber said, in shock. It felt like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown at her. She could see the hurt and betrayal in Bill's eyes. She just wanted to rush to him and hold him in her arms, but by the look on Bill's face, Amber knew he wouldn't be receptive to it. He didn't want her sympathy; he wanted an explanation to what was going on. "Bill, Honey. I can explain, please," Amber pleaded.
"Bill, just listen to Amber," Stacey said, coming to her friend's aid.
Bill cut Stacey off and said in a harsh tone, "Not right now, Stacey. I want you to leave."
Stacey didn't say anything; she didn't want to aggravate Bill anymore than he already was.
Jack being the asshole that he was, tried to push his luck. He drew his cock until only the tip was in Amber's pussy and thrust in hard, trying to keep the threesome going. He wondered if Bill was a guy like other cucks, who would accept their role and start jerking off while watching their wife get fucked like a slut.
"Stop Jack," Amber said in an annoyed voice. She pulled away from Jack and stood up, wanting to create as much distance from him.
Jack turned to Stacy, who gave him an angry stare and muttered, "Asshole." Clearly, he was the only one who was still in the mood for a threesome. Jack turned to Bill, who gave him a cold stare. Jack slowly stood up, annoyed and pissed. He wasn't the one who organized this whole get-together. He just wanted to enjoy his game peacefully with a beer; it was these two sluts who had invited him over and practically begged him to fuck them, and now suddenly it was all his fault when Bill walked in on them.
"Listen, man," Jack said.
"Just fucking leave, Jack," Bill said, through gritted teeth.
Jack grumbled and picked up his clothes. He swung them over his shoulders and didn't bother getting dressed. He looked quite comical, with his pudgy body still covered in sweat and his cock still hard and slick. It jutted out from below his belly and swung like an elephant's trunk as he walked through the house, heading for the side gate by the pool.
Stacey looked apologetically at Bill as she gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom to change.
Amber suddenly felt very conscious. She was naked, her face was covered in Stacy's pussy juice, and her pussy felt sore from Jack's fucking. Even her ass felt sore from all the spanking and fingering. Despite her physical appearance, it was the way Bill looked away, not even acknowledging her, that hurt her the most. She felt even more naked than she was. She felt so small and wished the ground beneath her would part and swallow her.
She wished she was anywhere else, but here.
But it was Bill's next words that broke her.
"Get yourself cleaned up, and we will talk," Bill said, in an even voice without any emotion.
Amber felt tears run down her cheeks as she covered her breasts and pussy in shame.
Bill knew Amber was hurting, and watching her cry was breaking his heart. He wanted to rush to Amber and hold her, but the images of what she was doing just a few minutes ago flashed in his mind. Bill stood his ground.
Amber gathered her clothes and walked to their ensuite bathroom to take a shower. She let the hot water wash over her and wished it could wash away all her sins.
As Amber was in the shower, a million thoughts ran through her mind. She knew how it must have looked for Bill to walk in on them. How long was Bill standing there? Did he hear all the things she had said? She couldn't imagine what Bill must think of her--a cheating slut or a whore wife? What was going on in Bill's mind right now?
Amber was thinking of all the things she wanted to say, no, needed to say to Bill. How, all of this started? Why she was having sex with Jack? Would Bill believe her after what just happened, or would he think she was just lying? But Amber was clear about one thing: she had to come clean. She had to tell the truth; it is the only way they can get past this.
Amber felt like the worst person in the world at that moment. Maybe if Bill had screamed at her and accused her of being a cheating whore, it would have somehow made her feel better than how he calmly reacted to the depraved scene he walked into. Bill was still giving her a chance to explain herself and was willing to hear her side of the story. This made Amber feel even more guilty, like she did not deserve to be with someone like Bill.
The water had turned cold, Amber realized she had been in the shower for too long, and Bill was waiting for her downstairs. She quickly dried herself and slipped on loose sleep pants and a white T-shirt of Bills'. It was a little too big for her, but somehow it felt comforting at the moment. She took a deep breath and walked down to the kitchen.
Bill was sitting at the dining table. He was holding a mug of coffee and had kept another for Amber opposite to him. Usually, when they had coffee together, Bill and Amber would sit side-by-side, laugh, and talk about the day with their knees bumping into each other or with Bill's hands on her thighs. Even this simple gesture of having to sit across from Bill broke Amber's heart. But she knew at the moment she deserved this. Amber sat across from Bill and picked up the warm mug of coffee; somehow the heat from the mug reassured her.
Bill did not say anything and was staring at his mug of coffee.
Amber took the hint and started to talk. She told Bill about how she caught him watching the video. How she was confused and had spoken to Stacey about it. How she had planned the anniversary present for Bill. She didn't tell Bill any details about the videos, as she felt it was not relevant at the moment. She also wanted Bill to first understand why she had made all these videos; the details of how and where did not matter.
"And what about the video with David?" Bill asked, still not looking at Amber.
Amber was confused for a moment. "How do you know I made a video with David? I never told you about that," Amber said nervously.
"Because David showed me a video of you giving him a blowjob at work today," Bill said, in an even tone.
"What?" Amber was confused; how did David have a video of her sucking his cock? Amber tried to remember what had happened that day, and then something clicked. The way she had caught David staring at his phone, in his shirt breast pocket, a couple of times. "Fuck," Amber said. "That stupid asshole must have been recording me on his phone. Fuck, how stupid am I? I'm so sorry, Bill. What did he say?" Amber asked, now genuinely concerned, what David might do with the video.
"He is using it to blackmail me; for now he has just asked for a few days off, but I can't imagine what he would want when he gets back," Bill said. He didn't mention that David had invited himself over for dinner, as he could already see Amber starting to panic. And by the shocked expression on Amber's face, Bill knew Amber would never trust someone like David to film her and that she genuinely was unaware of what had happened. Despite the situation they were in and whatever happens between them, Bill wouldn't let some cheap asshole like David hurt Amber. David could use the video to sabotage his career or even Amber's career at the hospital; Bill had to come up with something to get that video.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Bill. I really am. I didn't mean for things to get out of hand like this. God, I'm so stupid," Amber said, her voice cracking, realizing the seriousness of the problem they were in.
"It's alright. We will figure a way out of this," Bill said, trying to calm Amber.
"I'm so sorry for everything, Bill. The way you had to find out about all this and for the mess we are in with David," Amber said.
Bill was silent for a moment. "I need some time to process all this," Bill said as he got up and walked out of the kitchen. Behind him, he could hear the soft sobs of Amber.
That night Bill slept in their guest bedroom. Bill couldn't fall asleep and lay awake thinking about the last time he slept in this room. It was the night of the Super Bowl when Jack had fucked Amber for the first time. The images of that night, watching Amber with Jack, and the scene he had walked into today flash through his mind. Bill got up to get a glass of water, and when he came back up from the kitchen, he moved near the master bedroom door. He wanted to make sure Amber was okay. He could hear Amber was on the phone and knew she was talking to Stacey. Bill was relieved that Amber had someone to talk to and was not completely alone tonight.
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The next day, Bill woke up late. He entered the master bedroom to get ready and noticed Amber was not there. He knew Amber must have gone for an early morning run.
