The text from her phone woke me from my uncomfortable sleep, "Please. Let me explain."
Putting the phone back on the bedside table and pushed myself upright then slipping off the bed, I trudged off to the bathroom to relieve my bladder.
I had no idea what was next for me. My whole life had shattered yesterday when Mary had sent the brief text message with a link to a video showing my wife having sex with numerous men and women. That led me to finding more of them on the same website. Some of them short and depicting a single sexual act. Others were hour long orgies in which she is abused for the entire event. The initial video I saw was like that. One sexual act following another for an hour and three minutes.
I was trying to grasp the sheer number of the videos and how much they intersected my life. For example, one of the last videos showed her being guided into the bathroom of a restaurant by two of the guys from the first video he'd watched. They'd then proceeded to take turns fucking her before the video ends with her walking away back to the tables. I knew the restaurant, I knew the day it was shot by the summer dress she was wearing and by the waitress you see watching her walk away at the end of the video. That waitress was our waitress that night and she hadn't got a tip that day because she'd treated my wife so rudely. Knowing now why she had acted the way she did I felt the urge to seek her out and tip her because she'd been super nice to me.
Flushing the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. The happy go lucky face I usually saw there was gone, replaced by one of a man that was haunted constantly by every bad thing that had ever happened to him at the cost of the good memories.
Mary had told me last night that her ex-husband (Perry) had shown her the videos. According to Perry - she told me - a tech savvy friend had recognised my wife from a picture of the four of us on that he kept on his desk. He had then used his phone to show him one of the videos on his phone to have Perry confirm it was her.
From there, Perry had run with it. Getting the friend to set up a website for him then rip all the videos featuring my ex-wife and put them on the site for him to share with everyone he thought would be interested.
He'd then started sharing it around our common friends, our neighbours and anyone else he thought might be interested. He apparently told Mary that didn't care what it might do to my wife or me. His marriage was done and didn't give a fuck for anyone else's.
Mary told that Perry also expressed a desire to be one of the men in the video or to at least get his own action on the side from my wife. She told me he thought she looked like a good little slut that would do it with anyone that commanded her too. And he intended to do just that.
Perry was dead to me - he was anyway for cheating on Mary but he was really, truly, no path to redemption, dead to me after hearing this. The rest of my neighbors were dead to me. Not one of them had the guts to tell me what was going on. I figured anyone of my friends that knew Perry would need to be jettisoned from my circle of friends and probably anyone that I became friends with through my wife.
I was having a hard time figuring out who that left. I suspected it meant only people I worked with. That everyone else likely had seen the videos thanks to Perry and the way bad news always spread like wildfire. Actually thinking on it, probably someone at my office knew too. The whole lot of them were tech savvy and perverts. Yeah, they most definitely knew. Bastards the lot of them.
My only recourse seemed to be a fresh start as far away from this place as possible. A new name if I could swing it, a new job (in a different industry would be best) and a new set of friends at some point after that.
Time to make a plan. First, I guess is to call in sick for the day. I needed time on my own, to circle the wagons and prepare for the new world I found myself walking in. A new world where my wife was a slut pornstar and everyone knew it. It was the world everyone else lived in for awhile and now I was joining it. For a split second I wished for my old life where I was blissfully unaware of her second life then I came to my senses. Knowing meant I could deal with it and move on, build something better eventually (hopefully).
Second, I needed to see a doctor. I needed to know that I was healthy and she'd shared some sexually transmitted disease with me while sharing her mouth, cunt and arse. If she had that building something better might just turn into making sure I'm comfortable while I waited to die. That would be my positive thing for the day, a clean STD test. Then my stupid brain reminded me that HIV test would have to wait for three months after my last sexual activity - which was last weekend. One of the few days in recent memory that she'd spent the whole day with him.
Third, start the job search. This would determine where I ended up. First part of this would be determining what I'd like my new profession to be. Currently I was a project manager having moved up from software developer.
Four, decide what to do about her, the house and our belongings. Other than a divorce I didn't want anything to do with her. The house, I'd need my share of the money from the sale of that to help with starting a new life especially if finding a new job proved difficult. The mementos of our life to together she could keep but I would like my clothes, DVD collection and tools from the garage.
Five, I needed to figure out my short term sleeping arrangements. I didn't want to continue impose on Mary. She had her own troubles right now and my being here could compound them.
Picking up my phone, I tap out an email saying I'll not be in work today because I'm not feeling very well. It's then I remember I'd put the phone on silent last night. Why did the arrival of a text message wake me up? Thinking back, I guess it didn't. I woke and saw the screen come to life when the message arrived then my brain connected the two events.
Examining my phone, I found that she'd called fifteen times in the last two hours. Plus there was a dozen text messages of ever decreasing complexity. The last one being just the four words pleading for a chance to tell me everything.
Looking around the bedroom, I realise that the only clothes I have with me are the ones I wore yesterday. I'd left everything else in that house with her. Guess figuring that out needs to be the number one thing I do but for now it'll have wear the my used clothes from yesterday.
Downstairs, I find Mary in the living room reading a book. She offers and the fetches me a cup of coffee when she sees me. As she hands me the coffee, she asks sympathetically, "Did you sleep well?"
"No. And she's been calling and texting for the last two hours. She did at least wait until I'd normally be up in order to get to work. Emailed them, by the way, told them I wouldn't be in today."
"Okay. You're welcome here as long as you need. I hope you know that."
"Thanks Mary but the problem with here is that it's to close. Good in that I can watch her but right now it's bad because I don't want her know where I am. But talking of watching, shall we?"
