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  Miguel wasn’t so deep into his pleasure that he didn’t notice the change in her. He broke the kiss and grinned hungrily, his forehead resting on hers so that they were looking at each other from inches away. Then, abruptly, he sped the pace of his hips and pounded savagely into her. Emily held on tight, her thighs as wide as she could open them, and moaned through the assault. The energy between them was raw and animalistic. Josh thought to himself that he might be witnessing fucking—true, unadulterated fucking—for the very first time.

  Miguel was ready for something new. He reached behind Emily and lifted her, still impaled on his cock, so that he could walk her over to a bed pulled up against the wall. He dropped her there, staying inside her all the while, and resumed his battery of her pussy. The bed springs creaked loudly beneath them. From the increasing pitch of Emily’s moans, it sounded like she was quickly approaching her second orgasm.

  Josh’s cock felt like it was about to explode. He hated Miguel, of that there was no doubt, but he was beginning to appreciate the man’s command of women and there was no denying that his wife was getting the fucking of her life. Emily was completely under his thrall. She clutched at him desperately, and her legs had wrapped around him to pull his cock even deeper into her. If she had ever thought to be a faithful wife, those thoughts were long gone. She was cheating and loving it.

  A trace of the anger from before returned. Emily had said all the right things, he knew. She had made her protests, and if Miguel had been another man—a man more like her husband—he might have let her leave his apartment without anything happening between them. Josh allowed that she made some effort to be true to her vows, but everything she had done since had revealed it to be a lie. The moment Miguel called her bluff, she was wet and ready for his cock. As far as Josh could see, Miguel had been right: Emily did want this. She wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted from her husband. Jealousy churned like acid inside his gut.

  He was discovering that there was a strange pleasure to be found in the situation as well. Comfortably nestled on his neighbor’s couch, he stroked his cock and devoured the scene playing out on his computer screen. He was seeing a new side to his wife. He was familiar with Emily the passionate social activist, Emily the pretty girlfriend, and Emily the young wife. Now, for the first time, he was seeing Emily the cheating wife, Emily the willing slut, Emily the creature of sex, and the sight of it turned him on like nothing ever had before.

  Miguel was like an actor in a porn film, and he was ready for yet another position. He pulled out and flipped Emily over onto all fours, then he grabbed her hips and pushed into her from behind. Emily lowered her head to the mattress and let out a forlorn cry. Miguel’s cock pummeled her, and her breasts swung wildly with every thrust. Her body was covered in sweat and her brown hair was clinging to her face.

  Miguel slapped her ass cheek hard, and she cried out.

  “Do you like that?” he growled through clenched teeth.

  Emily didn’t answer except to gasp and moan. He slapped her ass a second time. She reached out a hand as if to stop him, but he swatted it away. All the while his cock churned in and out of her pussy. He slapped her a third time.

  “Tell me you like it, bitch! Tell me!” he roared.

  Emily’s fingers grabbed two handfuls of bedspread and she buried her face in the mattress, her ass up in the air. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were glazed.

  “I...I...oh!” she choked out incoherently.

  “You like it! You want it!” Miguel roared. “Tell me!” He slapped her ass a fourth time. Josh could see her cheeks taking on a rosy hue. Emily was going to have trouble sitting if she didn’t do what he wanted.

  She was trying, but she was also struggling to catch her breath.

  “I…oh God…I want it,” she gasped, then buried her face again.

  Miguel gave a roar of triumph. Once again he pulled out and flipped her on her back. He lifted her right foot onto his shoulder and then plunged into her again. Resting on his hands, poised above her, he began fucking her even harder than before. His face was purple from exertion. Josh realized that he was charging towards his own climax.

  Emily bounced and rocked beneath her lover, completely overwhelmed by the onset. Her hands grabbed his forearms, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. Her breath was coming in deep gasps. She leaned up towards him, and he came down to meet her halfway in a sloppy kiss. Then she fell back, her eyes rolled into her head, and she began to quake with the beginnings of a massive orgasm.

  Miguel pumped her through her climax, then he pulled out and moved up her body, aiming his cock at her. He pumped his shaft twice with his hand, then released a sticky load across her face. Jet after jet shot out, coating her in his cum. Finally, with a muffled curse, he collapsed onto the bed and lay gasping beside her.

  Josh finally caught up. With a groan, he watched his own climax arc through the air and land moistly on his pants leg. His heart still beating heavily from his biggest orgasm in months, he stared at the image of his wife naked on another man’s bed. In the warmth of the afterglow, for a brief time he was free of the anger and jealousy and could simply marvel at how amazing she looked when she completely let go and surrendered to the pleasure of being well and truly fucked. As he came back to his senses, though, the old tangle of emotions began to return—the jealousy, the anger, the sadness and loss—mixed this time with shame. Not understanding what he was feeling, he stared at her until she got up from the bed and quietly began gathering her clothes.

  Josh had everything he wanted now. He had his wife on video sucking and fucking their neighbor. The project was a brilliant success, and he knew that he could start shutting it down. He should have felt the satisfaction of a job well done, but instead he only felt empty. Now that he had everything he wanted, he found that it felt like nothing at all—no wife, no home, no love in his life, and no future worth caring about.

  Once Emily sneaked out of Miguel’s apartment, he flipped the video feed over to the camera that covered their hallway and front door. A minute later she came through the door and he watched her drop her keys on the table and walk slowly into the living room.

  He switched the feed again to follow her progress. He needed to know what she was thinking and feeling in that moment. Was she thinking about the great sex she just had? Was she laughing at the thought of her clueless husband who worked so hard to pay the bills and was too stupid to realize that she was taking advantage of him?

  Emily drifted over to the couch and slowly sat down, her face a blank mask. She held her ruined blouse together with one hand and silently stared off into space. Josh glared at the image of her on his screen, trying to find something meaningful in it.

  “God damn it,” he muttered under his breath. “Say something! Are you happy? Sad? Horny? Say something!”

  Emily did not follow instructions, however, and remained silent. After a while, Josh closed his laptop and buried his face in his hands.

  9

  “LET ’S move. I think we can do better than this apartment.”

  Josh looked up in surprise from his breakfast. He had been lost in leftover thoughts from the day before, and was trying without much success to think of where he would live once he had moved out of their apartment. Emily was looking at him with an earnest, enthusiastic expression.

  “What? I thought you liked it here.”

  “I used to, but I don’t like it as much anymore.”

  He chewed his eggs, contemplating her. “We get good light. There are windows to keep it cool in the summer. We have all the room we need. The neighbors are nice,” he said, before correcting himself: “Well, most of them. It’s the best we’re going to do on my salary.” And more than you’ll be able to afford once you’re on your own , he made a point of not adding.

  “Well,” Emily said, “maybe I should get a job, then. I don’t like that we’re trapped here just because I’m not making enough money.”

  Josh was flabbergasted. He k
new that Emily loved not being chained to a nine-to-five job where she’d be trapped in a cubicle working on something that did nothing to make the world a better place. She deeply believed that every day she spent in an office job would simply bring her one step closer to death.

  “You’d hate that. You seriously want to move?”

  She nodded vigorously. “Yes. Do you think we can get out before the end of the month?”

  “If we break the lease. We might be able to sublet, but we’d probably lose the security deposit.”

  Emily had the expression of someone lost at sea, hoping that someone might throw her a life preserver. “I know. Let’s do it. Can we, please?”

  Josh slowly nodded. “OK. If you feel that strongly about it. I’ll check the ads, see where we might go.”

  Emily seemed relieved and returned to her plate of scrambled eggs.

  Josh chewed in silence, watching her. That was unexpected , he thought to himself.

  He was still mulling over the morning conversation later in the day, seated on the neighbor’s couch with the neighbor’s cat in his lap. He knew he should have spent the day dismantling the project, watching for a moment when Emily was away to retrieve the cameras in their apartment. He should have restored her iPhone to a backup from before the time he rooted it, and snuck behind the bush downstairs to snag the camera pointing at Miguel’s place. He was procrastinating, though. Intellectually he knew the project was complete, but he didn’t feel finished. Every moment of delay increased the risk he was running, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t quite done.

  He flipped on the video console and switched between the cameras in the apartment until he found Emily sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling in a notebook. Then she reached out for her phone. Josh thought about booting up the spyware so he could listen in on the call, but impulsively he changed his mind. He already had everything he needed to prove that his wife was cheating on him. As much as he felt like snooping, he couldn’t see any justification in invading her privacy any longer.

  He did watch her on the video feed with the sound muted, though. He saw her speak on the phone for a short period and then hang up. Josh was still idly wondering who she had called when he heard a loud knocking out in the hallway. Emily got up from her seat and went to answer it, and reflexively Josh switched the feed to the hallway camera and turned on the sound.

  When she swung open the door, Miguel was standing there. Josh felt a quick flare of anger at himself. He had been so close to believing that Emily wanted things to be good between them. That didn’t last long, he thought bitterly. Just this morning she was talking about moving away with me, but I guess she got horny. Or maybe moving away never had anything to do with leaving her fuck buddy behind.

  “Miguel!” she said on seeing him standing in the doorway. “Did you...did you get my message?”

  “Yes, and I have an answer for you,” he said, taking one step through the doorway.

  Emily stepped back slowly, her hands clasped in front of her. “What’s the answer?” she asked quietly.

  “This,” Miguel said, and he leaned suddenly forward, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her hard. The force of the kiss propelled Emily backwards and pinned her against the wall. Miguel used the toe of his boot to kick the door closed.

  “What the fuck,” Josh muttered. He very nearly closed his laptop as the first step in getting on with his life, but then he felt that now-familiar stirring of his cock. He paused, watching Emily pinned against the wall with her hands on Miguel’s chest, their mouths pressed together, then he ripped the fly of his jeans open and wrestled them down. His cock was already standing at full attention. All right, asshole , he thought. Show me again how to make a woman scream.

  Miguel came up for air. Emily used the opportunity to sputter, “Miguel, I—” but then his mouth was on hers again. He grabbed the hem of her tee-shirt and pulled it up and off in one savage motion, then his tongue was back in her mouth. Her bra soon joined her shirt on the floor, then he was pushing her jeans over her hips and down, taking her panties with it. He lifted one booted foot and stepped down on the jeans, forcing them to the ground. Emily still had her socks on, but otherwise she was naked.

  He spun her around and pushed her with a thump against the front door. She let out a cry that Josh thought might be pain, until he noticed that Miguel’s hand was between her legs and he had one finger working inside her. Still he kept his mouth pressed hungrily to hers, and Josh could see Emily surrender to the kiss by stages. Finally their mouths were working together with equal urgency.

  Miguel was in a hurry. Still kissing her, he undid his belt and pushed his jeans down, freeing his cock. He took hold of one of Emily’s lovely thighs and lifted it to the side, exposing her pussy. He positioned himself with his other hand, then thrust home with a grunt.

  Emily had freed her mouth from his just in time to groan loudly at his penetration. Immediately he started thrusting against her. Her eyes went wide in what looked a lot like astonishment, and she grabbed onto his shoulders to brace herself while he hammered away.

  This is happening right next door , Josh thought to himself, and with that thought came the germ of a crazy plan. He didn’t take the time to think about it. He stood up, pulled up his pants, and hurried to the door. A moment later he was outside in the hallway, standing with his hands against his apartment door and feeling the vibrations as his wife was fucked on the other side.

  He could hear her. Emily was making a sound that was neither moan nor scream, but was something halfway in-between. The door shook with the savagery of Miguel’s thrusts, and for just a moment Josh saw the mental image of that man’s cock bursting right through the door. Josh was achingly hard. He wanted to be in the room, he realized. He wanted to be right there, he wanted to see Miguel’s cock in his wife’s pussy, he wanted to be part of it.

  Emily was keening loudly now, and Josh recognized the sound: She was already climaxing. Miguel was right behind her this time, and his roar joined her cries. The door shook on its hinges two more times, then everything was silent.

  Josh hurried back into the neighbor’s apartment. He wanted to see this.

  On the screen, Emily was gathering her clothing piece by piece. She seemed a little shell-shocked at what happened. Miguel, for his part, had collapsed on their couch. He was still naked except for his boots, and his slick cock drooped, leaving a wet stain on the couch cushion.

  He didn’t use a condom , Josh realized. Par for the course . From the video he couldn’t tell whether he had pulled out, but it certainly sounded like he’d finished inside her. Fuck. I wonder if he’s clean .

  Emily collected the last of her clothes, then she caught sight of the clock and gasped. “You have to go,” she said. “Josh could be home any minute now.”

  Miguel looked at her lazily. “What did you say?” he asked. There was a dangerous tone in his voice, but Emily was too distracted to notice it.

  “You have to go right now,” she insisted.

  Miguel stood up. His cock flapped lazily between his legs. Josh noticed for the first time that he had a series of ugly tattoos on his pectoral muscles. They looked homemade, or maybe the sort of thing you would do yourself in a prison cell.

  “I’m not leaving,” he said.

  “Miguel, you have to! Josh usually gets home around now.”

  He took a quick step forward and grabbed her by the bicep. “You think you can just get rid of me, like you’re throwing out the trash? Do you think you can just take off and I won’t find you? No, Emily. I say goodbye when I want to, I leave when I want to, and right now what I want is a shower. You’re going to wash my back.”

  Emily protested but he dragged her with him into the bathroom. Josh flipped over the video feed to that camera, just in time to see Miguel turn on the water and pull Emily in after him. He thrust a bar of soap in her hand.

  “Make yourself useful,” he grunted.

  Through the shower curtain J
osh could see Emily obediently running the soap up and down his back, using her hands to work it in. With her dark hair slicked back and the water running down her naked body, she looked amazing. She quickly worked the soap over his body, washing him quickly and efficiently.

  She’s still trying to get him out of there before I get home , Josh thought to himself. Then he chuckled humorlessly. If she only knew. Sorry, honey, but the cat’s out of the bag.

  Miguel had plans of his own. He turned around and palmed her breasts. From his silhouette through the shower curtain, Josh could see that he was already getting hard again. He took one of Emily’s hands and moved it down to his cock, then guided her in stroking him up and down.

  Once again Josh had an insane inspiration. It had been hot to be on the other side of the door from them, but it wasn’t close enough. He wanted to see it close up. He jumped up from the couch and hurried to the door, then stepped into the hallway and turned the key in his own door as quietly as he could.

  Slipping into the apartment, he could hear the shower running. He closed the door as slowly as he could, then crept down the hallway, carefully avoiding the floorboards that he knew would creak beneath the weight of his feet. Finally he was outside the bathroom, and saw the door was standing open. He craned his head around the doorframe and got his first good look.

  They had switched places. Emily was standing underneath the shower, and Miguel was soaping up her luscious body. His wife was completely submissive in her lover’s hands, letting him move her this way and arrange her just so.

  Miguel’s cock was now rock-hard. He turned Emily around and moved the bar of soap between her ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down.

  Emily looked over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

  “Hush, chica . You’ll like it.” He continued to lubricate her asshole with the soap, then he pushed the tip of his index finger inside her tight hole.

  Emily squealed. “Miguel, no,” she protested. “I don’t like that.”