A Real Man Forgives his Wife

He should have left her. Instead, he stayed. And watched.

Roy comes home early to find his wife, Leticia, in another man’s arms. A weaker man would explode and rage. A real man stays and watches.

Roy can’t look away. Because his sweet, sensible wife is on fire. And watching her burn awakens something dark and intoxicating he never knew existed.

He hides in the shadows, watching her surrender to strangers, and discovers his own forbidden truth: her pleasure is his obsession.

When Leticia finally realizes she’s been caught, she collapses – naked, weeping, begging for forgiveness.

But Roy has a confession of his own.

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RAGE! He should have felt it. Where was the volcano in his chest? Where was the righteous anger? Why was he just standing there, staring? He knew that he needed to feel something vile. It had to be destructive. Instead, he only discovered curiosity within and strange adoration.

Roy was engulfed by the darkness in the hallway of a suburban house. The man stood at the threshold of the master bedroom, a space he had entered ten thousand times to retrieve a forgotten wallet or a misplaced pair of glasses, and found himself a stranger.

The door was open. As if whoever was inside had no use for secrets. Or perhaps they had simply forgotten that the rest of the world existed. Roy had come home from a business trip early.

Leticia was his wife of twelve years. The mother of his two children. She was on top. That was the first impossible fact his brain processed. She was the active one. While she was with him, she was comfortable being beneath him. Now, she was a glorious rider.

Her back was to him. Her golden-brown skin looked pale in the moonlight, and the rivers of sweat glimmered across her tense muscles. She was naked. The comforter his mother had given them as a wedding gift was a crumpled heap on the floor.

She used a total stranger for her saddle. He was younger, and in the shadow of the naked woman on top, his muscles looked even more bulging and impressive. His hands were gleefully squeezing her ass, keeping her cheeks spread. Her asshole was as shiny as her back and below her shimmering pucker, the cock of the stranger was splitting her pussy flaps. The sounds were loud, lewd, and moist. They mixed with their excessive panting. Lucia moaned and asked for more.

‘Yes! Yes! That’s it! Faster!’ She ordered.

The man dug his fingers deeper into her flesh, and his thrusts increased in speed. His balls bounced while the bare ass of the woman was getting squished against his thighs. His dick became a skin-colored blur that was disappearing in Leticia’s vagina. She was smearing her intimate juices across his shaft, and the thin, wet path at the bottom of the dick was like a silver arrow, showing Roy what he had lost.

Lost? She was never truly his. Nor was he hers. They never spoke this deeply about each other. A happy, married couple, with a simple life. And to think, he believed his wife to be boring in bed and to lack imagination.

Roy should have roared. He should have felt the hot flood of adrenaline turn his limbs to stone, and then to knives. He should have charged through that doorway and torn the stranger off his wife with a violence that would have felt biblical. He had read the scripts. He had seen the movies. He knew the choreography of a man’s discovered heart. The sudden, clarifying rage that makes a man feel more like a man.

It did not come.

He stood in the hallway and felt nothing but a vast, bewildering emptiness. And then, from the bottom of that emptiness, something else began to rise.

Roy looked at her, and he did not recognize her. This was not the woman who left her damp towels on the bathroom floor, or the one who scrubbed the bottom of her feet right in the living room. Nor was she the woman who forgot to buy milk and then blamed him for it. And how could she recognize his safe, sweet wife for the sexual goddess that he was seeing?

She was gorgeous and hot. She was a fine woman and looked great on a good day, but tonight, she was a force of nature.