Chapter 1: Introduction
Liz is a wonderful woman, she's not great at house work or cooking, but Roy loves doing all of the domestic stuff, she has a high powered job that takes her away from home for around two weeks a month. But when she's home she's all Roy's they spend as much time together as they can and they have a great sex life. The only down side is that Roy tends to drink a little too much when she's away but he makes sure he doesn't drink when she's at home.
He's a good man, a little naive maybe, but he's got a heart of gold and he loves Liz more than anything in the world.
Roy's living room is a cozy, lived-in space, a reflection of his personality. The worn-out couch is a testament to the countless hours he's spent watching TV, the cluttered coffee table a shrine to his love for music. His guitar leans against the wall, a silent reminder of his unfulfilled dreams. The large, flat-screen TV dominates one wall, its black screen reflecting the dim light from the nearby lamp, casting long shadows across the room.
The house is quiet, too quiet.
Liz is away on another one of her business trips, leaving Roy alone with his thoughts and the hum of the refrigerator. He's been trying to keep himself busy, cleaning the house, practicing his guitar, but nothing seems to fill the void that Liz's absence leaves behind.
He flops down on the couch, the springs creaking under his weight, and grabs the remote. The TV flickers to life, casting a blue glow over his face. He flips through the channels, settling on an old black and white movie. But his mind is elsewhere, wandering down the familiar path of wondering what Liz is doing, if she's thinking of him.
As the movie plays, Roy's eyelids grow heavy.
He's been up since dawn, and the late night hours have caught up with him. He leans back into the couch, his head resting on the armrest, and lets his eyes drift closed. The sound of the TV is a soothing lullaby, but his mind is still racing.
Suddenly, the TV flickers, and the static-filled screen is replaced by a different scene. Roy's eyes snap open, and he blinks, trying to make sense of what he's seeing. The image on the screen is grainy, but it's unmistakable. A woman, her face obscured by a mask, is lying on a bed, her body writhing in pleasure. Roy realises that in his slumber he's sat on the remote controller for the TV and switched it onto the porn channnel . He quickly tries to change the channel but the remote doesn't respond. He tries to stand up but his legs feel like jelly. He's frozen in shock, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.
The scene on the TV changes, and now a man is on top of the woman, his body moving in a rhythm that's both familiar and foreign. Roy catches his breath as he realises that the woman on the screen looks a lot like Liz. He blinks, his eyes wide with disbelief, as he imagines it is his wife, his Liz, moan and writhe in pleasure under the touch of another man. No it can't be her, she's wearing a mask so he can't be sure, but her body looks so familiar and the voice as she moans is just like Liz as this stranger fucks the woman with a huge cock sliding into her wet pussy.
Roy's mind is racing, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He feels a surge of anger, of betrayal, but also a strange, unwanted stirring in his groin. He tries to look away, to change the channel, but he's frozen, his eyes glued to the screen.
The scene changes again, and now the woman is on top, riding the man with wild abandon. Roy takes out his hard cock and starts to watch as this guy fucks this slut and the fact that she looks like his wife has him stroking his cock, he knows its wrong, but its such a turn on he can't help but look and stroke his hard cock. He's never seen anything like this before, never even considered watching porn, but here he is, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing, as he watches this woman, this stranger who looks like his wife, getting fucked on screen.
The woman on the screen throws her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, and lets out a loud moan. Roy's grip on his cock tightens, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. He can't believe what he's doing, what he's watching, but he can't stop. He's caught in a web of lust and betrayal, his mind and body at war with each other.
He wants to look away, to stop, but he can't. He's mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him, by the woman who looks so much like his wife, moaning and writhing in pleasure.
Suddenly, the woman on the screen reaches up, her hand moving to her face, and pulls off the mask. Roy's breath catches in his throat as he sees her face clearly for the first time. It's not Liz, he tells himself, it can't be. But the doubt is there, lingering in the back of his mind, as he stares at the woman's face, her features so familiar, so like his wife's.
He swallows hard, his throat dry, as he watches the woman on the screen, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes closed in ecstasy. He can't tear his gaze away, his cock throbbing in his hand, his heart pounding in his chest.
The scene on the screen changes again, and now the woman is on her knees, her mouth wrapped around the man's cock. Roy's grip on his own cock tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate. He can't believe what he's watching, what he's doing, but he can't stop. He's lost in a haze of lust and betrayal, his mind and body at war with each other.
He's never felt this way before, never even considered watching something like this, but here he is, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing, as he watches this woman, this stranger who looks so much like his wife, blowing this huge cock. He guy pulls his cock from her mouth and blows his load all over her face, the camera zooms in to show her sweet face covered in cum and whilst he can't be 100% sure, he's convinced that's Liz looking back at him on his screen and he feels his cock erupt sending his cum high into the air and all over his shirt and pants, he can't remember shooting so much cum ever before, he was that turned on.
He's panting, his body shaking, as he stares at the screen, the woman's face still covered in cum. He feels a surge of shame, of disgust, at what he's just done, at what he's just watched. He quickly turns off the TV, the room plunging into darkness, the only sound his ragged breathing.
He sits there, in the dark, his mind racing, his body still tingling from his orgasm. He can't believe what he's just seen, what he's just done. He feels like he's been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of him. He can't breathe, can't think, can't move.
The room is spinning, the darkness closing in around him. He feels like he's going to be sick, his stomach churning with a mix of lust and betrayal. He stumbles to his feet, his legs shaking, and makes his way to the bathroom, his hands trembling as he flicks on the light.
He looks at himself in the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with wide, shocked eyes. He looks like a stranger, his face pale, his hair disheveled. He turns on the tap, splashing cold water on his face, trying to wash away the image of the woman on the screen, the woman who looked so much like Liz.
But the image is seared into his mind, burned into his retinas, and he can't escape it. He looks at his reflection again, and this time he sees the truth staring back at him. He's not just shocked, not just betrayed. He's aroused. The sight of that woman, that stranger, fucking on screen has turned him on in a way he's never experienced before. And that terrifies him.
He stumbles back to the living room, his mind racing. He needs to talk to Liz, to confront her, to ask her if it was her on that screen. But what if it wasn't?
What if it was someone else, someone who just looked like Liz? The thought sends a shiver down his spine. He can't just confront her, not like this. He needs to be sure, to have proof. He needs to think, to plan.
He grabs his phone from the coffee table, his hands still shaking. He scrolls through his contacts, his eyes landing on Liz's name. He hesitates, his thumb hovering over the call button. He can't do this over the phone. He needs to see her, to look into her eyes, to know the truth.
Roy decides he's drank too much and needs to get some sleep, he puts his cum stained pants and shirt in the laundy backet and heads off to bed. His dreams that night haunt him, they all have his lovely wife Liz being fucked by other men while he watches and wanks. He wakes the following morning and the sheets and pillow are damp with his sweat. He takes a shower, dresses and makes himself a coffee and has some cereal to line his alcohol soaked stomarch. It's Saturday and Liz will be home tonight, but first he needs to do his research and find out if last night he was actually watching his wife or just some woman that looked like her.
His plan is to first search the house, she'd lived here for years and he'd only moved in after the wedding, he needed to search it and look for any clues, as she's always been a little vauge about her job, if that fails he needs to search the internet and find out what that film was called he watched last night and see if he can find out who stared in it.
He's not sure if he can do this, but he has to know the truth.
He starts in the living room, his eyes scanning the room, looking for anything out of place. He moves on to the kitchen, his eyes landing on the calendar on the fridge. He walks over, his heart pounding in his chest, and flips through the pages. There are no appointments, no meetings, no reminders. Just a few scribbled notes, dates and times, but nothing that stands out.
He moves on to the bedroom, his eyes scanning the room. He opens the closet, his eyes landing on a box in the corner. He walks over, his heart pounding, and picks it up.
It's heavy, and he can feel something shifting inside. He carries it over to the bed and sets it down, his eyes scanning the lid. It's taped shut, the tape yellowed with age. He grabs a pair of scissors from the nightstand and cuts through the tape, his hands shaking.
The box is filled with papers, old letters, and photographs. He starts to sift through them, his eyes scanning the pages. They're mostly old love letters, yellowed with age, and photographs of Liz with friends and family. But nothing incriminating. He searches each room and is about to give up when he remebers the loft, he pulls down the loaf ladder and in the attic he finds another box, but this is loaded with porn magazines and DVD's. The porn mags are all hard core and he flicks through a few pages and he's amazed at what he's looking at he'd never seen such hard core photos, women being fucked in every hole and always dressed like sluts in stockings and heels. He eventually finds Liz, she alone but laying back on a bed fucking herself with a dildo wearing nothing but high heels and black seamed nylons and garter belt.
Roy caries the box from the attic, pushes the sliding ladder back up and closes the attic door and twists the lock shut. He takes the box and puts it in the TV room, he wants to go through every magazine and DVD before Liz gets home to try and find out how long she's been doing this stuff.
He sits on the couch and starts to flick through the magazines, he's shocked at the content, he's never seen anything like this before, it's all so explicit and hardcore. He finds more pictures of Liz, in some she's with other women, in others she's with men, always dressed in sexy lingerie, stockings and heels. He's both turned on and disgusted, he can't believe this is his wife, the woman he loves, the woman he thought he knew.
He takes a break and makes himself a sandwich, his mind racing with thoughts of Liz and what he's found. He sits at the kitchen table, his mind racing, he goes back to the couch and takes the dvd's one at a time and looks at the titles and who's starring in them. He finds one that catches his eye, it's called "Lusty Liz" and the cover shows a woman who looks exactly like Liz, dressed in a black lace bra, matching thong, seamed nylons and high heels. He puts the dvd in the player and presses play, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for the film to start.
The film starts with a close up of Liz's face, she's smiling and winking at the camera, she's clearly enjoying herself.
Roy feels a pang of jealousy, seeing her like this, so confident, so sexual. He's never seen this side of her before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.
The camera pans out, revealing Liz's body, clad in the same lingerie from the cover. She's lying on a bed, her legs spread wide, a man standing between them. Roy's heart is pounding in his chest, his cock stirring in his pants. He can't believe what he's watching, but he can't look away.
The man on the screen is tall, muscular, with a tattoo snaking down his arm. He's naked, his cock hard and ready.
Liz's eyes flicker to it, a small smile playing on her lips. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, and he groans, his hips jerking forward.
Roy watches, his own cock throbbing in his pants, as Liz strokes the man's cock, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions. He can't believe what he's seeing, what he's feeling. He's both disgusted and aroused, a sickening mix of emotions swirling inside him.
The man on the screen leans down, his lips finding Liz's, their tongues tangling in a passionate kiss. Roy's heart is pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps.
He can't believe what he's watching, what he's feeling. He watches as Liz's hands move to the man's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her touch light and teasing.
The man on the screen breaks away from Liz's lips, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. Liz moans, her head falling back, her body arching into his touch. Roy watches, his own body responding to the scene before him. He can't help but be turned on, despite the betrayal he feels.
He watches as the man's hands move to Liz's breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Liz moans again, her body writhing beneath him. Roy's cock is rock hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants. He knows he should stop, should turn off the TV, but he can't. He's mesmerized, captivated by the scene unfolding before him.
The man on the screen moves down Liz's body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reaches her hips, his fingers hooking into the sides of her thong, pulling it down and off.
Liz lifts her hips to help him, her eyes locked onto his. Roy can see the hunger in her gaze, the raw, primal desire, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He's never seen this side of her before, this wild, uninhibited woman, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.
The man tosses Liz's thong aside and settles between her legs, his hands pushing her thighs apart. Liz's breath hitches, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Roy watches, his own breath coming in short gasps, as the man leans in, his tongue flicking out to lick Liz's pussy.
Liz moans, her hips bucking off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets. The man's tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, his fingers spreading her lips, exposing her clit. Liz's moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath him. Roy's cock is throbbing, his pants feeling too tight, too restricting. He reaches down, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it through the fabric.
The man on the screen looks up, his eyes meeting Liz's, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He leans back, his cock standing tall and proud, and Liz's eyes widen in anticipation.
The man on the screen moves up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. Roy watches, his own breath coming in short gasps, as the man pushes into her, inch by inch, filling her completely.
Liz moans, her body arching off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets. The man on the screen groans, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. Roy can hear the wet sound of their bodies coming together, the slap of skin on skin, and it sends a jolt of desire through him. He strokes his cock faster, his eyes locked onto the screen, unable to look away.
The man on the screen is pounding into Liz, his hips moving with a rhythm that's both primal and hypnotic. Liz's moans fill the room, her body writhing beneath him, her hands clawing at his back. Roy can feel his own body responding, his cock throbbing in his hand, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The man on the screen reaches up, his hand wrapping around Liz's throat, his fingers pressing gently into her skin. Liz's eyes flutter closed, her body relaxing beneath him, her moans growing softer, more sensual. The man leans down, his lips finding hers, their tongues tangling in a passionate kiss.
Roy watches, his own body responding to the scene before him, his cock throbbing in his hand. He watches as the man's hips slow, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more controlled. Liz's body responds in kind, her hips meeting his, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Roy's hand moves faster, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate.
He's never seen anything like this before, never even considered watching something like this, but here he is, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing, as he watches his wife being fucked by this guy. The guy goans and its obvious he's cuming inside Liz and the camera zooms in as he climbs off her, showing his cuming ozing from her pussy and dripping down onto her ass hole.
Roy watches as Liz reaches down and starts to rub her own clit, her body writhing in pleasure as she brings herself to orgasm. Roy can't hold back any longer, he feels his own orgasm building and he strokes his cock faster and faster until he feels his cum shooting out of his cock and all over his hand and pants. He's breathing heavily, his body shaking as he watches Liz on the screen, her body still writhing in pleasure as she comes down from her orgasm.
Roy turns to the box of DVD's and one by one spends the afternoon watching them, their are twenty films in total and Liz makes an appearance in every film.
He watches as she's fucked in every hole, she's fucked by men, women and sometimes both at the same time. He watches as she sucks cock, licks pussy and takes it in every hole, she's always dressed in sexy lingerie, stockings and heels and she always looks like she's enjoying herself. He watches as she's spanked, whipped and tied up, he watches as she's made to eat cum from other women's pussies and he watches as she's fucked in public places, in cars and on beaches. He watches as she's gangbanged by six men, as she's used and abused and he watches as she's made to beg for more.
Roy watches, his mind racing, his body responding to the scene before him.
He feels a mix of emotions - betrayal, anger, arousal.
He watches and throughout his cock has been rock hard, he never thought that watching his wife being fucked could be so exciting and erotic and he was struggling to come to terms with his emotions.
He knew he should be angry, he should be hurt, he should be betrayed, but all he could feel was this overwhelming arousal. He knew he should stop watching, he should turn off the TV, but he couldn't. He was addicted, he was hooked, he needed to see more.
He watches as Liz is fucked by a woman, her tongue licking Liz's pussy, her fingers sliding in and out of her. Liz moans and writhes, her body responding to the other woman's touch. Roy's cock throbs, his hand moving to stroke it, his strokes slow and deliberate.
He's never seen anything like this before, never even considered watching something like this, but here he is, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing, as he watches his wife being fucked by another woman.
He watches as Liz's body responds to the other woman's touch, her hips moving in time with the other woman's fingers, her moans growing louder, more desperate. He can see the hunger in her eyes, the raw, primal desire, and it sends a shiver down his spine.
He finally finished watching the DVD collection and sat wondering what to do next. He knew he should be furious, should be packing his bags and leaving, but all he could think about was the way Liz looked on screen, the way she moaned, the way her body responded to every touch. He was conflicted, his mind and body at war with each other.
Roy decided he needed to talk to Liz, to confront her about what he'd seen. He needed to know why she'd done it, how long it had been going on, and if she still loved him. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
He spent the rest of the day cleaning up, he kept the dvd's and magazines and put them beside the couch, he decided that once Liz was home he would let her unpack, make her a meal as if nothing was wrong then play the Lusty Liz film and try and gauge her reaction. He loved her more than anything, he didn't want to loose her, she was the best thing in his life and if he admitted it to himself, watching her was a huge turn on, but the fact that she's kept it a secret from him was the issue that was hurting the most.
He needed to know why she'd kept it a secret, why she'd felt the need to hide this part of herself from him.
Roy spent the rest of the day cleaning the house, making sure everything was perfect for Liz's arrival. He cooked her favorite meal, a roast chicken with all the trimmings, and set the table with their best plates and cutlery. He even lit some candles and put on some soft music, trying to create a romantic atmosphere and opened a nice bottle of wine.
As he waited for Liz to come home, he paced the living room, his mind racing. He didn't know how she would react when he played her sex film, how she was going to respond, walk out, cry, hit him. All he knew was he had to ask her about the films and he life as a porn star and if she still wanted him now he knew the truth.