Chapter 4: Climax
Matt tried to keep himself occupied the rest of the evening but his mind kept drifting back to his conversation with Laura. She was right, he had no business telling her what to do after what he did last year. But it does not mean it did not give him a pit in his stomach thinking of her acting like she was single at this resort. The thought of other men seeing her sexy body naked drove him crazy and he kept looking at the two photos Violet sent from earlier that day. One was her and Violet naked at the edge of the pool and the other Violet took of Laura naked on a float talking to a younger man...also naked. Matt's mind raced with thoughts. He knew he had to trust Laura, but the images of her with Violet and those other men kept playing in his head. He felt a strange mix of jealousy, anger, and even arousal. He looked at the photos again, zooming in on Laura's face, her body, trying to read anything he could from them.
He tossed his phone onto the bed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. He knew he had no right to tell Laura what to do, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He paced around the room, his thoughts a jumbled mess.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed again.
Matt quickly grabbed it off the bed, hoping it was Laura calling him back. But it was a text message from Violet. His heart skipped a beat as he opened it, bracing himself for what he might see.
He wasn't prepared for what he actually saw.
It was a video. A long one.
Matt's heart pounded in his chest as he tapped on the video thumbnail. He wasn't sure what he was about to see, but he knew it was going to be something that would change everything. He took a deep breath and pressed play.
The video started with Violet, her long blonde hair a mess around her face, her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed. She was laughing, her hand holding the phone up to her face as she recorded herself and Laura. Matt's heart sank as he saw his wife, her brown hair wild and tangled, her eyes sparkling with mischief and alcohol.
She was sitting next to Violet on a large, king-sized bed, both of them completely naked. They were laughing, their hands touching each other's arms and faces, their bodies pressed close together.
He watched as Violet turned the camera towards Laura, who grinned and waved at the screen.
Matt's stomach churned as he watched Laura push Violet onto the bed, both of them laughing and giggling like schoolgirls.
He could see the subtle sway of their breasts as they moved, the way their legs were pressed together. He felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal, his body responding despite his turmoil.
"Where are you guys?" he texted back, trying to keep his tone casual, but his heart was racing.
Violet leaned into the camera, her face filling the screen. "We're in our room, just having a little fun." She giggled again, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Matt's mind raced as he watched the video, his heart pounding in his chest.
Laura and Violet, both naked, both clearly drunk, and both acting like they were having the time of their lives.
"What kind of fun?" Matt texted back, trying to keep his tone light, but his hands were shaking.
Violet leaned in close to the camera, her voice a low purr. "The best kind of fun, Matt. The kind you wish you could join."
Matt felt a surge of jealousy and desire, a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite unravel. "What are you doing?" he typed, knowing he shouldn't ask but unable to stop himself.
Violet leaned in even closer, her eyes meeting the camera lens. "We're just...exploring," she said, her voice laced with innuendo.
Matt's heart was pounding in his chest as he watched the video, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He saw Violet's hand reach out and touch Laura's thigh, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. Laura giggled and squirmed slightly, but she didn't pull away.
"Exploring what?" Matt typed back, his fingers trembling on the screen.
Violet's gaze met the camera again, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"You know what I mean, Matt. We're just... having some fun. The kind of fun you don't get to have very often."
Matt's stomach churned as he watched the video, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what she meant, what she was implying. And the thought of Laura, his wife, participating in that kind of fun, sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing through him.
He turned off the video, his mind racing. He tried to convince himself that it was just harmless fun, that nothing serious was happening. But the image of Laura, naked and giggling on that bed, was seared into his mind.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that something was happening that he didn’t know about. He tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept creeping back in.
He decided to call Laura again, hoping to catch her when she wasn’t...preoccupied. But his call went straight to voicemail. He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He wanted to trust Laura, but his imagination was running wild with possibilities.
He tried to distract himself by catching up on some work, but his mind kept wandering back to Laura and Violet. He found himself checking his phone every few minutes, hoping for a message or a call.
But the minutes ticked by, and nothing came. He tossed his phone onto the bed, trying to push the thoughts of Laura and Violet from his mind. He tried to watch a movie, but the dialogue blended into a meaningless jumble, his mind too preoccupied to follow along. He tried to read, but the words swam before his eyes, refusing to stay still long enough for him to grasp their meaning. It was past midnight, close to 1AM. He was on the verge of giving up and going to bed when he heard the faint buzzing of his phone. He snatched it up, hope surging in his chest as he saw Laura's name on the screen.
But the hope quickly turned to confusion as he saw that it was a text message, not a call. He tapped on the message, his heart pounding in his chest.
It was from Violet.
Attached to the message was a video file. Matt's heart skipped a beat as he realized what it might be.
He hesitated for a moment before tapping on the video thumbnail. He felt a sense of dread wash over him as he pressed play. What he saw shocked him.
The video was of both Violet and Laura on the bed. Both on all fours across from each other. As soon as he pressed play, he heard loud sounds of moaning, panting and bodies slapping together. The video expanded. A young, fit man was behind Laura, his wife, fucking her from behind. The camera man was doing the same with Violet.
Matt's breath hitched in his throat as he watched the video. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife, Laura, was being fucked by a stranger. And not just any stranger, but a young, fit man who was clearly well-endowed. Matt could see the man’s muscular ass flexing as he thrust into Laura, and he could hear her moans of pleasure, muffled by the pillow she was gripping.
As the camera panned out, Matt could see that the man fucking Laura was the same one from the earlier picture, the one Laura had been talking to naked at the pool. Tyler. And she was enjoying it, greatly. All four people on the bed were moaning and panting in the throes of great sex. The man fucking Voilet, who also doubled as the cameraman kept shooting down watching his own large cock pound away at Violet and then turning the camera up to capture his buddy doing to same to Laura.
The two men were grinning at each other laughing as they filmed their escapades.
As Matt watched the video, his heart raced, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him — jealousy, betrayal, arousal, and a deep, gnawing sense of loss. As the video played on, he saw Laura's body move with a rhythm that was all too familiar to him, but new and urgent at the same time. He watched as her back arched, her hips moved to meet the stranger's thrusts, and her head fell back with a gasp of pleasure. He saw the stranger's hand grip her hip, his other hand reach around to cup her breast, and he heard Laura's moans grow louder, more desperate.
Matt's own body responded despite the turmoil in his mind. He felt a surge of desire, mixed with a churning pit of jealousy and pain.
He watched as the man's hips sped up, their bodies slapping together loudly, Laura's moans becoming cries of ecstasy. Matt couldn't look away, even as his vision blurred with unshed tears.
The video continued, the camera panning to Violet, her body writhing under the other man's assault. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Matt felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he watched the two men exchange grinning glances, their laughter echoing through the room.
Matt's chest tightened as he watched, his heart pounding in his ears.
He felt a wave of nausea hit him as he saw Laura's body convulse, her orgasm ripping through her as the stranger continued to thrust into her. "Oh God!" she moaned as her head buried itself down on the bed.
"You are giving my girl a workout!" Laura panted.
"She's loving it," the guy behind her laughed, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust.
Matt watched in horror as the camera panned back to Violet, her face twisted in ecstasy as she screamed her orgasm. The video ended.
Matt was left staring at the blank screen, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, his stomach churning with a mix of emotions. Jealousy, anger, betrayal, arousal, and a deep, gnawing sense of loss.
He dropped his phone onto the bed, his hands shaking. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. His wife, his Laura, was with another man. Not just any man, but a handsome, young, fit stranger.
He tried calling Violet. Straight to voicemail. Then Laura, again to voicemail. He wanted to go up there and barge down the door but it was too late to get someone to watch the kids. He just sat in the bed in stunned silence.
He couldn't believe what he had just watched. His hands were shaking, his heart was racing, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He could not believe Violet sent him that video. Why would she do that?
As the night went on he tried to process it. He wondered if they had planned this all along, the revenge on Matt for cheating on Laura. He did not think she was capable of this, but the proof was there in that video. And it all began to make sense about how odd she was on their phone calls. Maybe this is what she had to do in order to get closure? Or was it the first salvo in a ugly divorce? As painful as that video was, he still did not want that.
He still loved Laura and his heart broke knowing she might be doing this to get back at him. Maybe this is what was needed for both of them to move forward?
He got up to wash some water on his face. It was 3AM, he did not feel like sleep was coming. He tried to scroll on his phone, but deep down, there was something tugging at him to watch the video again.
Despite the pain and betrayal he felt, there was an undeniable arousal that was making it hard for him to control his actions. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He pressed play again and watched as his wife was being taken by another man, right in front of his eyes.
He felt a strange mix of humiliation, anger, and arousal as he watched Laura's body move in ways he had never seen before. He could hear her moans, her gasps, her cries of pleasure, and it was all too much to bear. But at the same time, it was impossible to look away.
He felt his own body respond, his cock hardening in his pajama pants to a painful level. He reached into his pants and grabbed it. The sight of Laura, his wife, being fucked by another man, was too much to bear and yet too arousing to ignore. He started to stroke himself, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched the video for the third time.
He felt a mix of shame and excitement as he moved his hand up and down his shaft. He bit his lip as he watched the man behind Laura, Tyler, gripping her hips and slamming into her. He heard Laura's moans and cries and the pleasure in her face.
It did not take more than a few tugs before Matt finished on himself. He laid there for a bit contemplating what would come next before he finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Matt woke up to the sound of his kids running around in the living room. He checked his phone but nothing. He saw the last two texts from Violet...one video of her and Laura frolicking naked. And then the second one of her and Violet having sex with the two men. He clicked on the first video again. It was short of just Violet and LAura, naked and apparently drunk, playing on the bed. Matt's thoughts raced. Was this foreplay for the two men that were in their room before they fucked them? He was again insanely jealous that his wife would do this or was capable of doing this. Hell, he would have loved to have had a foursome with his wife and Violet but never close to that opportunity and these two fucking strangers did??
He then watched the video again of Laura and Violet getting fucked.
His cock hardened again. He couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of his wife with another man, no matter how much it hurt. The video ended, and he was left with a strange mix of emotions.
He glanced at the clock. It was almost 8 AM. The kids would be up soon. He had to get himself together, but he couldn't shake the images from his mind. He decided to take a shower to clear his head and head downstairs to somehow get through the day until Laura got back. And then...?
About 10AM he got a text from Laura. "I will be home around 5...we will have to talk."
Matt's heart skipped a beat as he read the text. It was the first message he had received from Laura since that awful video. He quickly typed back, "What do we need to talk about?" He tried to keep his tone casual, but his heart was pounding in his chest.
Laura's response came almost immediately. "Not over text. When I get home."
Matt felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that whatever Laura wanted to talk about, it wasn't going to be good. He took a deep breath and responded, "Okay. I'll be here."
The rest of the day felt like an eternity.