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  “I’ll teach you,” he insisted. He pushed his finger farther in, to the first knuckle, and twisted it around inside of her.

  Emily tried to pull away, but he grabbed her hip and pulled her back.

  “It’s too big,” she protested.

  Miguel chuckled. “It’s just my finger. You’ll feel something much bigger soon.” He pulled out his index finger and slowly pushed his thumb into her ass.

  Emily leaned against the wall, her hands against the tiles, and lowered her head. The shower water cascaded over her. “I…umm…can’t we just do it?”

  Miguel was rotating his wrist back and forth, turning his thumb inside her asshole. He pulled it out, applied more soap, and then shoved it back in. “You’re ready now, Emily.” He withdrew his thumb again and positioned the head of his cock between her cheeks, slathering the head and his shaft with the soap.

  Emily looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “I don’t think I can. I’ve never done that.”

  He didn’t care. Grasping her hips, he began pressing his cock against her opening. “You’ll learn,” Miguel insisted, holding his shaft while he pressed it home. “I’m going to teach you to take all of it.”

  Emily groaned in anguish and dropped her head again. Once again Josh watched her submit to Miguel’s desires. She leaned against the wall and took a series of deep breaths. “Ow! It hurts,” she complained.

  Miguel had the tip of his cock inside her now and worked it slowly in and out. In response, Emily began emitting a series of low groans. He moved his hips forward and back in tiny increments that slowly grew larger. “Yesss,” he hissed. “Give it to me. Give me your ass.”

  Emily grunted and moaned, but his instructions seemed to encourage her to be more lewd. She rolled her hips forward so that her ass was presented to him and braced herself more fully against the wall. Her breasts swung like pendulums beneath her ribcage. “Oh Jesus,” she muttered.

  Miguel pulled most of the way back out of her, then soaped up the shaft of his cock and pressed in again. Emily continued to whimper and moan, but this time he would not be denied. He kept pushing at her until the full length of his cock was buried in her ass.

  Outside in the hallway, Josh could not believe his eyes. He had never imagined that his sweet wife would do such a thing, and the sight of it was wildly erotic. He reached into his pants and began pumping his cock. He was already so close.

  Miguel savored the feeling of Emily’s ass squeezing his cock, then he pulled out of her and pushed back in. Emily moaned, and he did it again, this time a little harder. Another moan, another out-and-in thrust, and the cycle sped up until his balls were slapping wetly against her pussy with each thrust.

  At first Emily seemed to be enduring the experience. Josh guessed that she was hoping that Miguel would get off quickly and then agree to leave, but then he watched a change begin to move over her. Her gasps grew less sharp, her moans became deeper and more throaty, and then—incredibly—he saw her begin to push back against Miguel’s thrusts. The two of them gradually picked up speed until they were thrashing against one another while the shower sent sheets of hot water coursing down their naked flesh. Finally Emily’s entire body began to shake. Miguel shouted something incoherent when he felt the muscles surrounding her anal canal grip down on his cock and he shot his load inside her. The sight of that touched off Josh’s orgasm, and with a grunt and a hiss he came inside his pants.

  “Fuck, that’s some sweet ass,” Miguel muttered, and pulled out with an audible plop . He grabbed his cock and began cleaning it under the stream of water. Emily’s face was pressed against the shower tile and it looked like she was fighting to catch her breath.

  Josh was suddenly aware of how exposed he was. If either one of them stepped out of the shower, he might not have time to get out before they saw him. He hurried back down the hallway, as quickly and quietly as he managed, and slipped out the front door, locking it behind him.

  Back in the neighbor’s apartment, Josh checked in on what his laptop screen was showing. Emily was drying her hair with a towel and studiously not looking at Miguel, who was taking a piss in the toilet. When he finished he wandered out into the hallway. Josh switched the video feed and saw him grab his jeans and begin pulling them on.

  Emily came out in a towel and stood watching him dress. “You’ll go now?” she asked hopefully.

  Miguel glanced at her, then chuckled darkly. “Yes, chica , I’ll go. Your wore me out.” He finished putting his boots on, then wandered into the living room. Josh switched the feeds to follow his progress.

  Miguel was running his eyes over the room and its contents, as if taking inventory. He picked an object up from an end table. “What’s this?” he asked, turning it over in his hands.

  Emily came up behind him, still wearing the towel. “That’s Josh’s phone charger. If your phone battery runs out, you can charge it by plugging it into that.”

  Miguel looked at her in surprise. “Really? No shit.” He slipped it into his pocket.

  Emily gave him an alarmed look. “You can’t take that! It belongs to my husband.”

  Miguel stroked his fingers along her cheek as if to caress her, but then he roughly grabbed a wet handful of hair. Josh jumped to his feet in alarm.

  “It belongs to me,” Miguel hissed. “I want it, and I’m taking it. Just like you belong to me, and I’ll take you whenever I feel like it. You’re mine now.”

  He held her in his painful grip for a moment, then kissed her hard and released her, laughing. “You’re a great fuck, chica, but you have a lot to learn about a woman’s place.” He walked to the front door and let himself out. Josh could hear him chuckling happily as he walked down the hallway.

  He looked back at the laptop. Emily wasn’t on the screen, and he had to flip between the feeds to locate her again. He found her in the hallway, slowly putting on her clothes. She was making a low sound that at first he didn’t recognize over the laptop’s tinny speakers, but then he realized that she was sobbing.

  Something in his chest that had been tightly-clenched for days softened. He reached out a hand and lightly stroked the image of her on the screen. He watched her cry as she carefully arranged things in the apartment so that her husband wouldn’t be suspicious when he got home. All the while, his heart ached for her. He had never been able to stand the sound of her crying. It broke his heart every time.

  A thought occurred to him. He booted up the spyware and went to the section where recordings of outgoing calls were stored. He double-clicked on the most recent file, which was the recording of the call Emily had made earlier that afternoon. A burst of static came through his computer speakers, then he heard what Emily had been hearing: the ringing of a phone.

  It rang for a while before going to voicemail.Then he heard Emily’s voice. “Hi Miguel, it’s me.”

  Josh’s stomach gave a lurch at the confirmation that his wife had called her lover before he showed up on their doorstep. Somehow, even after everything he’d seen, she was still able to surprise him by choosing to bring that man into their lives.

  “I really wanted to talk to you, and I’m too much of a coward to say this to your face, so here goes. Yesterday was amazing. You make me feel things that I didn’t know I could, and I’ll never forget what we shared.”

  Josh winced, and he moved the mouse pointer over the “delete” button. He didn’t want to hear anything else Emily had said. He didn’t want to know what feelings she had for the other man in her life, or how much better she felt with him than she did with her husband. In the end, though, he drew his hand back, braced himself, and kept listening.

  “But I’m married, Miguel.” Emily’s voice cracked and wavered, and she took a breath to steady herself. “I’m married, and I want to be a good wife. I don’t want to hurt my husband. He’s generous and kind, he loves me, and I want to be the person he sees when he looks at me.”

  Josh’s heart twisted at the sound of those words. The part of him that still l
oved his wife wanted to forgive her, but there was still too much hurt to let the anger go so easily. She said that I love her, but she didn’t say that she loves me. Did she ever really love me?

  “So I’m asking for a gift from you, Miguel. If you care for me, even a little bit, please let me go. Let me be happy with my husband and the family we want to make together. I know you’re a good man, and I know that you want the best for me. Let me be happy. Josh and I will move away soon, and please just let us go. I really do wish you the very best of everything, but I think it’s best we don’t see each other again. Goodbye.”

  When the file finished playing, Josh could feel the world rearrange itself around him. He was still angry, very much so. He could still feel all of the hurt and betrayal. But everything had changed now that he had heard his wife’s sobs and knew how dangerous her situation was. The old project was complete, and he had a new one.

  There was time enough for divorce proceedings later. Right now he had to find a way to get Miguel out of Emily’s life for good.

  10

  THE first thing he did was text Emily and tell her he’d be late. She needed time to compose herself and keep her supposed secrets safe from her husband, and in any case Josh was itching to get started plotting Miguel’s downfall.

  He didn’t feel like he had much to go on, however. On the one hand, he did have video evidence of Miguel stealing the phone charger, which might count as a parole violation, but that was a pretty crime at best and Josh didn’t want to put Emily in the position of explaining her relationship with Miguel to the police. Nor, for that matter, did he want to admit that he was videotaping his own wife. It would be humiliating, it was possibly a crime in its own right, and he wasn’t sure that it would land Miguel behind bars. Going after him with video evidence, only for him to end up on the street again with a score to settle, was Josh’s worst nightmare and he didn’t want to risk it.

  His second idea was simply to threaten Miguel in some way, but that seemed worse than the first. Josh didn’t know how to fight and had never handled a gun before, and if he tried something like that in front of an ex-con like Miguel, he could end up in the hospital or worse.

  Eventually he decided that his best chance was to sit tight and wait for the other man to make a mistake. He had already stolen something. Josh figured that it wouldn’t be long before Miguel saw something more expensive that he wanted. If he took something really valuable, all Josh would have to do was press charges.

  When he came home that night, at first he thought Emily had gone out. The lights were out in the apartment, and there was no sound when he entered. It wasn’t until he went into the living room to drop off his bag that he saw her sitting on the couch in the dark.

  He switched on a lamp. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  She blinked her eyes at the sudden illumination. “I was thinking,” she said vaguely.

  “About what?” he asked, though he was pretty sure what the answer was.

  “Do you think bad people are born that way or did something happen to them?” she asked. Her eyes were a little puffy from crying. Josh pretended not to notice.

  “Maybe a little of both. I think there are people who are just insane. There’s something wrong with their brains and they can’t help themselves. But most had bad parents or bad luck, and they learned that the world is a scary place and you need to hurt other people before those people have a chance to hurt you.”

  She looked at him with a very serious look on her face. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” she asked. It sounded like she might start crying again.

  “No,” Josh said. “You’re the best person I’ve ever known.” He was a little surprised to realize that he believed what he was saying.

  She did start crying then. He sat next to her on the couch and took her in his arms. “I’m not,” she sobbed. “I’m not good to you. I can’t believe I called you a racist. I’m such a bitch!”

  He held her close. “You’re not a bitch. We were arguing. People say things they don’t mean when they’re arguing.”

  “I’m so sorry,” she said quietly. On the surface it might appear that she was apologizing for the racism thing, but Josh knew she was actually talking about other things.

  “I know,” he murmured into her hair. It felt good to hold her close again. It had been far too long.

  Something shifted inside him. He pulled back from the hug, took her face between his hands, and kissed her. Emily stiffened. For a long, lonely moment Josh felt as if he was kissing a mannequin. He had enough time to wonder whether she was comparing his kiss to Miguel’s. Then she relaxed and her lips melted into his. She pulled him strongly to her and the kiss accelerated.

  Josh found he was one step closer to knowing how he wanted this story to end. A thought came uninvited to his mind: What would Miguel do now? He banished it in favor of one he liked better: What do I want to do?

  He knew. He shifted, bringing an arm underneath Emily’s leg and lifting her off the couch. A little surprised at how strong he felt, he carried her to the bedroom. She giggled, the first truly happy sound he’d heard from her in weeks.

  He dropped her on the bed and grabbed her foot, pulling off her shoe and tossing it in the corner. He grabbed her second shoe and did the same. All of his instincts told him to get on the bed and lightly kiss her, stroking the skin along her arm and lightly massaging her back with his fingers. His instincts told him that he needed to coax Emily into being intimate with him. He didn’t listen to his instincts. He reached forward, pulled her button fly open, and wrestled her jeans off her legs.

  Emily was wide-eyed and had a slightly delirious smile on her face. Josh grabbed her feet and jerked them towards him, leaving her spread-eagled on the bed. He climbed between her legs and kissed her hard, swirling his tongue along her teeth and sucking on her tongue when she responded in kind. His fingers made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, and he pulled it wide to reveal her heaving breasts. He palmed one and squeezed it, loving how it filled his hand.

  There was a large bulge in his pants. The old Josh would have been a little embarrassed about that. The old Josh would have worried that his arousal was getting too far out ahead of Emily’s. The new Josh took her hand and placed it on his bulge. He growled deep in his throat when she stroked him through his pants. The new Josh didn’t worry that he might get too excited and come too soon. New Josh simply assumed that everything would turn out OK.

  The two of them were in sync like he couldn’t ever remember. Josh devoured Emily, licking her skin and biting her. His cock felt like a wild animal trying to get out of its cage. Emily seemed almost desperate to please him. When he thrust inside her, she was so wet that he wondered whether some of it had been left behind by Miguel. He didn’t care. He didn’t worry about her orgasm. He took what he wanted. He hammered into her and climaxed with a roar, his wife’s arms and legs wrapped around him.

  After, in the dark, Emily lay her head on his chest and stroked his skin with her fingers and whispered, “I’m so sorry.” Josh knew what she was actually apologizing for, and he knew that Emily thought he was still unaware. In that moment he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to show her the cameras and get started on the serious conversation they had to have. He didn’t say a word, though. He was still too afraid of how she really felt about Miguel, but he was also afraid of what she would think about what he had done with the cameras and the spyware. He had done those things because he wanted to hurt and humiliate her, after all. How would he ever explain himself? Would she accept that his heart was beginning to change?

  I have nearly as much to be sorry for as she does , he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

  11

  JOSH continued to struggle with his conscience the following day. He knew that the right thing was to remove the cameras and level with his wife. They needed to start planning together what would get Miguel out of their lives, and they needed to take a hard look at their marriage and what had gone w
rong between them. However, deprived of his home-brew surveillance system, he was much less confident that he’d find something they could use against Miguel. Otherwise it seemed like their only way out was to sneak away and hope that Miguel didn’t find them, and that seemed like a dangerous gamble. Miguel wasn’t the sort of guy to go away quietly.

  Josh needed Miguel to unequivocally, unmistakably violate his parole on video, and he needed to pay close enough attention to the feeds to make sure that Emily wasn’t in any danger as a consequence. For the time being, he saw no other option but to keep the cameras in place.

  He did some research on the internet, and found that terms of parole generally required a person to remain drug-free and not in possession of a firearm. That provided two things for him to look for, and it seemed pretty likely that Miguel had a gun hidden somewhere. Other than those two potential violations, his parole depended on the terms of his release. Josh knew that he could probably track the parole officer down if he really worked at it, but he wasn’t ready to talk to the authorities yet. All Miguel was guilty of so far was sleeping with another man’s wife. That might make him a bad person, but it wasn’t a crime.

  As much as Josh wondered how Emily was doing, he resisted the urge to flip on the cameras in their apartment. He could see from the other feed that Miguel was still in his apartment, and so for the time being Emily was safe. He paid as little attention to his work as he could get away with. His top priority was finding dirt on Miguel.

  The man certainly seemed to live a boring life. He spent most of the day watching television, splayed out on his bed shirtless and in bare feet, flipping from channel to channel. Every now and then he would take out his flip phone and type out a text. Josh almost wished that he could snoop on Miguel’s phone the way he had with Emily’s, except that action was more illegal than he could stomach. The idea was to send Miguel back to prison, not end up there himself.

  He was scanning court records online, trying to figure out what Miguel had been in prison for, when motion on the video screen drew his eye. Miguel walked to his door. When he opened it, Emily walked in.