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  When Miguel turned and went to his apartment door, Josh flipped on the microphone on Emily’s phone. He also set the video signal to record. He was pretty sure that he was just about to get the first stroke of the scarlet letter that he planned on pinning to his wife’s chest.

  “Hi,” Emily said. She didn’t enter when Miguel stepped aside for her to come inside. “I can’t stay. Josh and I are going out.”

  Miguel waved her in. “Come in, come in. What, don’t you trust me?”

  Emily paused, then she stepped across the threshold. “I trust you. You know that. But we need to talk.”

  Miguel chuckled. “Talk is overrated, chica . You want a beer?” He walked to a mini-fridge he had set up on a little table next to the bathroom door.

  “No thank you,” Emily said. “I wanted to say that what happened was...it was really great.”

  Josh winced. He gritted his teeth and swallowed hard to get a bitter taste out of his mouth. He had known from the beginning that his project wouldn’t be easy. He knew he would see and hear some difficult things before his work was done, but it was necessary. If he ever wanted to feel good about himself again, he had to confront his wife’s betrayal head-on.

  Miguel popped the top off a brown bottle and took a swig. “It was great, wasn’t it? Really great. Makes me wish I hadn’t taken my time getting with you. We could have been getting with each other for months already.”

  “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Emily said. She looked uncomfortable.

  “Now you want to talk?” Miguel asked, chuckling. “That’s funny, because you didn’t answer my texts.”

  “I know. I’m sorry,” Emily said.

  “I called, you didn’t call back. But now you want to talk.”

  “I was just—”

  “You were trying to teach me a lesson? Is that it?” Miguel interrupted. “You were trying to tell me that I’m some kind of loser you can ignore?” His words were heated but his tone was icy calm.

  Just a few days before Josh might have been concerned for his wife’s safety, but now he just felt bitter. This is the guy you prefer to me? he thought incredulously. I thought you were smarter than that.

  Emily looked dismayed. “No! Miguel, you have to believe me, I don’t think that at all.” She took a half-step toward him, then stepped back again. She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands.

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “How do you think that made me feel?”

  Emily looked down, and her shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry.”

  Miguel gave her a hard look. “You owe me, chica . You owe me big.”

  “What do you mean?” Emily had a concerned look. Josh was struck by how quickly she lost control of this situation. It didn’t look like she was up to the task of standing up to Miguel, at least not on his home turf.

  He took a step toward her. “You made me feel like shit. Like I was nothing. So now you’re going to make it up to me.”

  Emily shook her head. Her eyes were large. “Miguel, no. That’s not what you want.”

  Another step closer to Emily, he loomed over her. “You don’t tell me what I want!” he said, a hint of menace in his voice. “Never do that. But you know what? This time you’re right. It’s not because it’s what I want. You’re going to do it because it’s what you want.”

  Emily put up a hand as if to ward him off. “I don’t. I can’t! My husband is upstairs.” She sounded like a child arguing with an adult about whether she would eat her vegetables.

  “No, chica ,” he answered. They were close enough to touch now. “Don’t think about him. This is between you and me. Just you and me. ”

  “Can’t we—”

  “No. You’re going to do it. You have to. You have to make things right.”

  Emily looked around the room as if she was searching for a way out of the situation, but she didn’t find anything. She looked up at him with submission in her eyes. “You promise you won’t tell anyone?”

  Bitch , Josh thought. Strangely, his cock started to thicken. He realized that in some way he wanted it to happen. Like a sore tooth that he just had to bite down on so he could feel the pain, he wanted her to do it. He wanted to see Emily cheat again.

  Miguel put his hands on her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes. “I won’t tell a soul.”

  Emily’s eyes were as big as saucers. Her hands were on his chest, though Josh couldn’t tell whether it was to ward him off or feel the muscles of his chest. “And after this, we’re OK?”

  Miguel chuckled. “That depends on how good you are. ” With his hands on her shoulders he began pressing her down to her knees in front of him.

  Josh held his breath. Emily, he knew, didn’t like giving blow jobs. She had read some book in college that convinced her that oral sex was an instrument of the patriarchy, and in the early days of their relationship she’d always made him feel a little guilty for asking. After a few years of that, the fun was gone and he stopped asking. His top lip curled into a snarl as he watched her drop obediently to her knees in front of her lover. Without a single word of objection, Emily locked her eyes on Miguel’s, reached out, and began loosening his belt.

  Somehow, despite everything he had already seen, Josh couldn’t quite believe his eyes. He double-checked the software to make sure that the video stream was being captured, because otherwise he felt certain that no one would believe him. One by one, Emily’s fingers unfastened the buttons of Miguel’s jeans, and then she reached into his pants with her right hand and pulled out his thick cock.

  Once the slender fingers of her right hand wrapped around his thick member, Emily appeared to realize where she was and what she was doing. “You’re really not going to say anything?” she asked in an anxious voice.

  Miguel stroked her hair affectionately. “Don’t worry, chica . I’ll take care of you.” It wasn’t quite an answer, but Emily didn’t ask for anything more reassuring. She returned her attention to his cock and began working her hand up and down its length. Miguel drew in a long breath and his cock began to inflate under her attention.

  Josh stewed in his jealousy. He thought of all the pleasures that he and Emily had not shared during their time together. It was a problem in their sex life—they had never really talked about what they wanted from one another, and neither one of them had been comfortable asking for anything that the other didn’t offer freely. As Emily worked her hand up and down the length of Miguel’s cock, Josh could see her holding back in a way that felt very familiar. Her hand fell into a steady rhythm, and she was managing to get him hard, but she was tentative in her movements. Josh suspected that she was trying to get away with nothing more than a quick hand job.

  Miguel wasn’t having any of that, though. He grabbed a handful of her hair and growled, “Open.” When she didn’t comply, he repeated the command more forcefully: “Open!”

  Obediently Emily let her mouth drop partly open, and he pushed the head of his shaft against her lips. “You know how to please a man, chica , so quit wasting my time,” he said. He pushed his hips forward and the crown slipped inside her mouth. “Suck.”

  She sucked. Josh could see her cheeks hollow out, and her nostrils flared with each breath she took. She began moving her head in small bobbing movements, and the shaft of Miguel’s penis gleamed with a slippery layer of saliva.

  “That’s right, honey, that’s good,” Miguel murmured. He brushed Emily’s long brown hair away from her face so he could watch her blow him. Her eyes were trained upwards as well, the better to watch him and see how much she was pleasing him. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  He was fully erect now, and Emily, submitting completely, was battling to take his full manhood into her mouth. She reached out to brace herself on his thighs and forced more of him in until she choked on his length.

  Josh shook his head. In all their time together, she had never tried to deep-throat him. All I wanted was what you’re giving to him. Why wasn’t I good enough for you?r />
  With a pop, Miguel pulled himself free. His wet cock bobbed in the air. “The balls now, chica . Suck on my cajones .”

  Again Emily complied without a word. She ducked her head down and came up beneath his fat sack, his balls resting briefly on her face before she sucked first one, then the other into her mouth. She reached out with her left hand and grasped the shaft, working it up and down. Josh’s eye was caught by the ring on that hand. The inset diamond glinted in the light. Somehow it hurt a little worse to see her wedding ring gliding along the length of another man’s penis.

  Miguel grabbed another fistful of hair and pulled her back, then angled his cock so that it slid back into her mouth. With his eyes closed, he began slowly fucking her face. Emily’s breath hissed in and out of her nose, and every now and then she gurgled and choked when he thrust against the back of her throat. A thin trail of saliva began dribbling down her chin.

  For Josh the experience was surreal. He felt as if he was watching homemade porn, except the star of the video was his wife. Miguel muttered and cursed while he pleasured himself, using Emily’s mouth like a sex toy. At first she only accepted his attentions passively, but then she started to get into it, swirling her tongue around his cock to increase the lewd sensations.

  Watching his wife suck another man’s cock made Josh wish that he was the one she was so eager to please. He wanted the head of his penis to poke her cheeks out when she swallowed him. He wanted her tongue to swirl around him, spreading slippery juices along his length and then sucking them off. He wanted her to be dedicated to his pleasure, not some other man’s. This was one more thing that Miguel had taken from him.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Miguel muttered. “Your mouth feels so good.”

  Emily couldn’t talk with a cock in her mouth, but she mumbled something.

  “You’re liking it, aren’t you?” Miguel hissed. “You love the feeling of my cock in your mouth. You love it.” Miguel was panting now, approaching his climax. “You like it so much that you want it inside you, don’t you?”

  Emily shook her head and she moaned something that sounded like “No.” Josh took what comfort he could in that. She wasn’t denying Miguel much, but at least she was denying him that. Saliva coated her chin now and was beginning to dampen the top of her shirt.

  “Keep on pretending, chica ,” Miguel groaned. “I know, if I flipped you over and stuck it in, you’d already be wet for me. But I’ll do you a favor. I won’t fuck your pussy if you promise to swallow.”

  Emily paused her actions on his cock, and even Josh held his breath. His wife had never taken his cum in her mouth, not even once. She claimed that just the idea of it disgusted her. Miguel had found one of her lines, and he wanted her to cross it.

  For a moment she was caught in indecision, but then her hands reached around to grip his ass and she started bobbing vigorously on his length again. Miguel chuckled darkly and closed his eyes, lacing his fingers behind his head. He let Emily do the work, spit bubbling out from her lips, her breathing growing harder and her face red with exertion.

  When it came, there wasn’t much warning. Miguel took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out with a hiss and a groan. He grabbed the back of Emily’s head and held her in place as he shot his load into the back of her throat. At first she choked, but then she regained control and Josh could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed. For the first time in Emily’s life, a man’s semen was entering her stomach, and it wasn’t her husband’s.

  Josh looked away from the screen. Intellectually he knew that he should feel some sort of cold satisfaction in the way that his cheating wife had been dominated and humiliated, but he felt empty. He didn’t even feel happy that he had video evidence saved on his hard drive. He was still determined to continue with the plan, but he wasn’t finding much joy in it.

  When they were done, Emily got up from her knees, brushed herself off, and left abruptly without saying “goodbye.” Josh flipped off the video feed, closed his laptop, and got back to his video game. He was expecting her to come straight home, but as the minutes stretched on he realized that she had gone somewhere else. He remembered that her top was wet with saliva. Unless she wanted to explain that fact to her husband, she would have to go somewhere and wait for it to dry. He was glad she wasn’t home. He didn’t want her to kiss him with the smell of another man’s semen on her breath.

  He thought of flipping on the microphone in her phone, then decided against it. For the first time in days, he didn’t really care where she was or what she was doing.

  7

  THE next few days felt strangely normal. Josh’s intricate surveillance system picked up no signs that Emily was doing anything other than being his wife, and the two of them fell into their old routines. He spent a lot of time thinking about what Emily had said to Miguel right before taking his cock into her mouth: “After this, we’re OK?” He played that segment of the video over and over again, trying to decipher what she’d been thinking when she said it. Did she think that the blow job wiped the slate clean and returned them to the “just friends” stage of their relationship? Or was she simply trying to make her boyfriend happy?

  The phrase was ambiguous, but the more time that passed without incident, the more it seemed like maybe her affair with Miguel might be at an end. Josh couldn’t decide how he felt about that. On the one hand, any moment that his wife was not in bed with the asshole downstairs seemed like a good thing—a very good thing. On the other hand, he knew that Emily had sex with another man, but all he had on tape was a blow job. It was incriminating, but it wasn’t the humiliation he had planned for her. He needed additional footage unless he was willing to give up on his revenge fantasy, and he wasn’t ready to do that yet.

  Meanwhile he was finding that working every day in the car was a drag. The seat wasn’t comfortable enough for all-day sitting, and it always seemed to be too hot with the windows closed and too cold with the windows open. It was becoming more difficult every day to subject himself to that low-level torment when he might get nothing in return.

  Three days after the blow job his frustration boiled over and he decided to do a little fishing.

  “How’s Miguel?” he asked innocently over dinner.

  Emily’s fork paused halfway to her mouth. She stared at him, then swallowed heavily. “Miguel? What do you mean?”

  “You guys are friends, right? You haven’t talked about him in a while. How’s he doing?” He was careful to keep his tone neutral. He tried to mold his expression into something that conveyed no more than casual interest. “Has he been able to get a job?”

  “I don’t know,” Emily stammered, putting her forkful of pasta down on the plate un-swallowed. “We...I haven’t seen him in a while.”

  “Oh yeah? Did you have a fight or something? I thought you really liked him.”

  Emily’s face went pale, but she managed to keep her composure. “No, we didn’t fight about anything. I just haven’t seen him.”

  “Huh,” Josh said, chewing carefully as if giving her situation careful thought. “You should check in on him. He probably misses you.”

  He felt like a cat toying with a mouse. Even so, it was hard not to take grim satisfaction from how quiet Emily was for the rest of the meal. Her moods had always mostly baffled him, but in this case he knew exactly what she was thinking.

  Swallowing the last of his dinner, he looked across the table at this woman who he once had trusted implicitly. He had believed without question that they were a team. He could remember what it was like to talk to her in simple and straightforward terms, without subtext or veiled barbs. He used to be able to tell her anything, and he thought that she felt the same. Now those days were gone, and he found himself sharing a bed with a woman he didn’t trust and who clearly didn’t trust him with the most important truth in her life.

  The following morning his situation improved in an unexpected way. As he was letting himself out of the apartment and locking the door behind him
, he heard the next door open. A middle-aged blonde woman came out, dragging a suitcase behind her. Josh had spoken to her a couple of times, but he couldn’t remember her name. She had a cat, though. That much he could remember.

  “Hey,” he said. “Going on a trip?”

  The woman gave him a harried look. “Yes. My mother’s getting a hip replacement. I’ll be there for a week at least.”

  “Oh,” he said, wondering what the appropriate sentiment was for the occasion. “I’m sorry?” he guessed.

  “Thanks,” she said, “but the real problem is my cat sitter bailed on me at the last minute. You guys don’t have a sitter, do you? Do you know anyone who could fill in?”

  A lightbulb went off over Josh’s head. “I’ll do it,” he said.

  Her eyes widened. “Really?! That would be awesome.” She left her suitcase in the hallway and ran inside, then came out a moment later with a second set of keys. “If you could check in once a day, that would be awesome. Just make sure he has food and water, and clean out the box if it gets too nasty. I’ll be happy to pay you. Is $20 per day enough?”

  He waved the offer off. “No need. You can return the favor someday.”

  She gave him a wide, grateful smile, then caught sight of her watch. “Oh my God, I’m so late! Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!”

  Josh watched her hurry off towards the stairwell, then he chuckled to himself. He used the woman’s keys to let himself into her apartment and locked the door behind him. A grey cat stared at him suspiciously from underneath a table in the kitchen. In the living room there was an over-stuffed couch that looked like just the thing his sore ass had been begging for.

  He pulled the laptop out of his bag and plugged it into the wall outlet. He’d take the car around to the other side of the block, then sneak back here. No more working in the driver’s seat! he thought. This is a very good day.