I was sitting just a couple doors down from my house, in my car, trying to decide what my next move was. My choices included just leaving, and pretending like it never happened. Or I could leave, and talk with her later about it when I was a bit more clear headed. I also thought about running in, yelling at her and thrusting the video in her face.
I took a deep breath. Okay, a few deep breaths. This is what I actually wanted. I did want K to go have sex with another man, and I wanted to see it. That was true, and it was pretty sexy. I was quite aroused. But she had lied about it, hidden it from me. That part left me feeling betrayed. I don't think I was feeling jealous, but maybe I should have been. Sorting through these thoughts and thinking about the future gave me a clarity about what I wanted. I wanted a hot wife. I wanted her to do things like she had just done, and I wanted her to stay with me. I wanted her to always come back. Really this was my chance.
So I decided to pull up to the house. I slowly and deliberately walked from my car to the front door, thinking carefully about my words and actions. Yes this was the wife and the life that I wanted. I also knew that there was some specific things I wanted right then. I opened the door quietly. I didn't hear anything. I walked into the kitchen, she didn't seem to be there. I went down the hall, to the master bedroom. There was my beautiful wife. She was laying down on the carpet, her little dress was a mess. She looked like she had passed out, exhausted. I knew what I wanted, I just hoped she was okay with it.
I approached her quietly. I could kind of see her panties still on, and they looked like they were wet. That wasn't surprising, given what I had just seen. I carefully laid down next to her, and slowly stroked her cheek until her eyes opened. When she realized it was me, I saw a look of fear in her eyes. Maybe she realized I knew. I spoke softly to her.
"I saw everything. I saw you with Adam. I saw him fuck you in the kitchen."
Then I paused briefly. She took a big breath and was about to start blurting out a defense. Or an apology. But before she could, I placed my finger on her lips, quieting her. I had one more thing to say.