The Video
Tori POV
“YES! YES! YES! OH FUCK YES! CYRIL FUCK ME THERE!...”
I have no idea how, but I had managed to stumble on my husband’s private porn stash.
The only problem was, he was the star, and his co-star happened to be my assistant, whom I was sure he’d never really spent more than a handful of minutes with, but according to these 3, 4….10 plus videos that were on this computer alone, they had spent multiple hours together, and most of them were when I was working late, which was often.
I had decided to get on to this computer to print up some documents for Monday’s ad meetings, when I saw a folder that was labeled something innocuous, “4th of July videos”, but something in my gut said to click on it. What I saw definitely incited combustables, but it wasn’t the kind that the labels implied.
It was then that I decided to look at his phone’s text logs on the phone plan, which kept them secure, and the main holder of the account could access them at any time. I saw months of back and forth text between him and Stella, my assistant. It started nearly as soon as she’d been hired. Which means he’d been fucking around behind my back for the last 2 years… that I knew of. I was combing his text logs, and now emails for any other past indiscretions. My trust in him was completely gone.
Our sex life had dropped substantially in the past 2 years, and now I suppose I knew why. We probably only had sex once a week if we were lucky. It was even scheduled. Based on these time stamps, he was spending the other 6 days buried in Stella’s cunt.
I couldn’t help but wonder what the deal was. Sure, Stella was young, and exceptionally pretty. Then it hit me. She did whatever he wanted without question. Whereas, when he fucked me, it was a game of give and take and I wasn’t quiet about what I wanted. I always assumed he liked that about the sexual aspect of our relationship, but now I see, he seemed to have a rather beta male personality, and had a need to be in control at all times, but lacked the ability to actually command control when in a relationship with a very alpha woman. Stella, on the other hand, was very submissive and had a way of putting everyone around her at ease with her presence. I suppose that’s why she snuck by my radar as a threat.
As I watched him fuck her from behind while yanking her light brown hair, I was reminded of the last time we’d managed to make it happen, it was the day before this time stamp, 3 fucking day ago. Even better, he was fucking her in our goddamn bed. “Gaaaah!!!” All I could do was scream. Cyril was gone at the moment, he was suppose to run to the store quickly for something that he said he’d missed a few days ago. This grocery trip should have only taken him about 10-15 minutes, 20 minutes tops if traffic is bad, but so far, it had been over 45 minutes.
Had I not seen these videos, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, and would just be prepping dinner on this glorious Friday evening. I’d gotten off from work early today and we’d planned on having a quiet night together. You know, drink some wine, eat some dinner together, maybe watch a movie, and perhaps I could get him to fuck me off schedule for once. I mean, it was our anniversary, after all. I decided to text him to see what the hold up at the store was.
Me: Hey sweety, any idea how much longer you’re going to be? Our dinner is getting cold, and I was really hoping to eat with you tonight.
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Cyril: Hey, sorry babe, I had to go to a different store for the bread I was looking for, the one closest to us was out, so I asked the customer service desk if they knew which one would have that brand in stock so I wouldn’t have to keep driving around, and they told me it was the one in Arlington Heights.
Fuck, that was flimsy. Pre-video me would have totally bought it, though.
Me: Do you have an ETA on when you’ll get home? It is our anniversary, after all. I’d hate to let something as silly as bread spoil it.
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The dots stopped for awhile, almost like he was trying to come up with a good lie, so I just called him.
He picked up on the 4th ring, “Hey Tori, sorry, I’m stuck in a line, but I’ll get in the car ASAP and head home as soon as I can.”
“Who is that? Cyril?” Wow she was dumb, and he was even more dimwitted that he didn’t tell her to stay quiet before answering. He sounded out of breath, probably was still inside of her while taking my call.
I made sure to be loud for this next part. “Yeah, Cyril, who is that?!” I heard her gasp in the background and it got eerily quiet on the line.
“Um, baby, I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time hearing you, the people around me are talking kinda loud, let me call you in a bit.” And then he hung up before I could even get another word in.
I could have left it at that. Could have waited and confronted him when he got home, but I didn’t.
What did I do instead? I called Stella. She was suppose to still be at the office at this time, so answering my phone call should have been easy as pie. I had some questions for her regarding the meeting with the third clothing brand that we were getting pitched from.
She answered on the ring right before it would go to voicemail, and she also sounded rather out of breath. “Tori? What’s up?”
“Hey, can you email me the depo-report for the Yellow Bird campaign? I need it ASAP for the ad meeting I’m combing over before I turn in for the night with work.”
“Uhhhh…..”
“You’re not far from your computer, right? It should only take you a second. I would super duper appreciate it.” Either she was fucking him at home and left not long after I did, or she was fucking him in my office since mine was one of the few that had a couch and only one window to the cubicles that was nice and easy to close for privacy. I should know, I’d banged off a few solo missions late at night, while apparently, my husband was fucking my assistant, since he was refusing to touch me.
“Uhhh, sure, you’ll have to give me a few minutes, I’m in the middle of something important right now.”
“Really?” I said loudly, loud enough that I was sure Cyril could hear me. “Which project are you balls deep in right now?” I said. I really wanted them to sweat this and wonder if I knew or not. I heard the line go quiet again.
“Uhh, sorry?”
“Stella, come now, which project is really giving it to you? Is it the Sticks and Stones campaign? Are you having a hard time with it?”
I heard Stella clear her throat and get quiet again. “Um, Tori? Is everything okay?”
“Never been better, Stella. I look forward to getting that file ASAP.” I hung up before she could awkwardly stutter and stumble over her next words.
I was currently wondering if Cyril cared enough that there was a possibility that I knew what was happening, whether it had him scrambling to collect his clothes and get here as fast as he could, or if he was going to try to finish first before packing it up and heading home.
Cyril: Still stuck in this damn line, babe.
Me: Oh, by all means, please take your time and come whenever you feel like it.
I made sure to leave it an open ending there. Because I was already packing my shit for a few days and going to my parents house across town. I texted my mom, letting her know I was coming over, just in case they were busy, copied my husband’s self-made spank-bank over to my emails, and all of the texts, because every little bit of it violated our prenup, and left it all open and up on our shared computer. I even was kind enough to set it to loop my favorite part. Over and over again.
I texted my best friend, Janine, who was also my lawyer, and asked her to immediately draft up my divorce agreement, with prenup violations in mind. I knew she was working, and told her I’d forward her usual fee, and that we’d be meeting up this weekend so that I could give her all the dirt.
Me: Any chance you can get this on his personal desk tomorrow morning? I’ll gladly pay extra for the time crunch.
Janine: For you, and for the hope that this tea is piping hot, I will time crunch for FREE honey!
Me: You’re literally the best human on the planet.
Janine: I know it.
With that done, I finished zipping my case up, fished my keys out of the entryway designated “key bowl”, and locked the door of my dream home. I’d be back, and it would be mine. Fuck him, Fuck Cyril. I’d keep Stella as my assistant, but chances were, she was going to quietly dip out of her job, if she knew what was good for her. I’d have a glowing reference ready for her when she did.
Cyril POV
“Fuck, oh Fuck. Yes Cyril, oh my God, that right there. Oh Cyril, oh my god, fuck yes Cyril!” Stella was screaming my name, over and over again and it made by balls clench. I was ready to spill this load. I’m not an idiot, I was wearing a condom, even with Stella on the pill. I need a quick and easy clean-up tonight so I could get on the road and back to my ball-busting wife.
Stella was perfect. Her light brown hair was arched behind her on her pillow. We hadn’t fucked here often, since she knew I liked to tape it for my own personal replays later, when she couldn’t leave the office on time.
My phone was going off with notifications. Shit, why was my pho– Tori.
I told her I was going to the store. I grabbed my phone while I thrust deep into Stella’s wet pussy, and checked my notifications.
Tori: Hey sweety, any idea how much longer you’re going to be? Our dinner is getting cold, and I was really hoping to eat with you tonight.
Shit, it didn’t usually take long to hit the store close by. There was a Dominics right down the road.
Me: Hey, sorry babe, I had to go to a different store for the bread I was looking for, the one closest to us was out, so I asked the customer service desk if they knew which one would have that brand in stock so I wouldn’t have to keep driving around, and they told me it was the one in Arlington Heights.
Damn, I’m good.
Tori: Do you have an ETA on when you’ll get home? It is our anniversary, after all. I’d hate to let something as silly as bread spoil it.
Shit, how the actual fuck did I forget about it being our anniversary? That must have been why she was home so early today. She was so rarely home early on Fridays. I worked from home, so I was home all the time and really only went into the physical office like once or twice a week. Stella would take long lunch breaks, and sneak out of work early to “do things” for family members, but really she was coming over and taking my cock to the hilt at least 3 times a week. Sometimes twice in one day. I relived those moments often during my own lunch breaks that she couldn’t steal away.
Then my phone rang, and I panicked. I just stared at it for a few moments, picking it up on the 4th ring. “Hey Tori, sorry, I’m stuck in a line, but I’ll get in the car ASAP and head home as soon as I can.”
“Who is that? Cyril?” Stella asked, damn I should have told her not to talk before picking this up.
“Yeah, Cyril, who is that?!” Shit, I mouthed “be quiet” to Stella, and she gasped.
“Um, baby, I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time hearing you, the people around me are talking kinda loud, let me call you in a bit.” I hung up a little too quickly, she’d be freaked out and give me 20 questions when I got home, but I thought I’d still be able to salvage this.
Then Stella’s phone rang right as I was plowing straight into her heat. And she let out the most perfect moan while she checked her phone. She had to, she was suppose to still be at work. Her eyes got big. “What do I do? It’s Tori.”
“You gotta answer it, I don’t want you getting in trouble.”
“Tori? What’s up?” She said, innocently.
“Hey, can you email me the depo-report for the Yellow Bird campaign? I need it ASAP for the ad meeting I’m combing over before I turn in for the night with work.” I could hear Tori loud and clear on the line, she was in work mode. Wanted me home for our anniversary dinner, my ass.
“Uhhhh…..”
“You’re not far from your computer, right? It should only take you a second. I would super duper appreciate it.” Shit, she wasn’t anywhere near a computer to do that
“Uhhh, sure, you’ll have to give me a few minutes, I’m in the middle of something important right now.” Damn right you are, honey.
“Really?” Tori’s sultry voice rang out even without being on speaker. “Which project are you balls deep in right now?” That’s an interesting choice of words…
“Uhh, sorry?”
“Stella, come now, which project is really giving it to you? Is it the Sticks and Stones campaign? Are you having a hard time with it?” She was emphasizing some interesting choice words, almost like she…
Stella cleared her throat and but stayed quiet, trying to chose her response carefully. “Um, Tori? Is everything okay?”
“Never been better, Stella. I look forward to getting that file ASAP.” and then the line went dead.
I needed to text her back, just in case. Shit, I needed to put this load in Stella fast. I mean, but not too fast, you know? She needed to come too.
Me: Still stuck in this damn line, babe.
Tori: Oh, by all means, please take your time and come whenever you feel like it.
Fuck, I needed to wrap this up and get home and do damage control before I lost everything. I had a feeling deep in my gut that she knew something was up and hoped to God she didn’t know the truth, or I was screwed.
