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Sitting in the driveway, she looked to the left, Hubert’s house. Lindsey had to go talk to him. She ordered a pizza, it would get here shortly after Nate. Her knees shook as she walked over to ring Hubert’s doorbell.

"Lindsey? Is that you? It doesn’t look like the picture you sent,” Hubert’s voice came over a speaker. The voice in the back of her head told her to leave, to walk away. Yet she couldn’t. “Well?” she glanced both ways down the street before grabbing the hem of her shirt, hooking under her bra as she flashed Hubert’s door. “Aw, it is you, come in.” The deadbolt clicked open.

She quickly barged into his house, while pulling her top back into place. The lighting was dark inside, curtains drawn closed, the room glowed in a soft blue from various LED sources. The entire room was so different from the last time she saw it. The floral couch and tchotchkes were all gone, traces of his mother gone, only to be replaced by a middle aged bachelor’s lair. Soda cans on every surface, piles of dirty plates and pizza boxes, he didn’t even bother hiding the porn on one of his monitors.

Hubert turned in his computer chair to face her. She hadn’t seen him since the funeral. He’d always been a bigger guy, but it’s obvious that without his mom preparing nutritious meals, he’d put on considerable weight. “Please kneel,” he gestured to a small pillow in the middle of the room.

“Hubert, please just delete the pictures,” Lindsey started. His brows furrowed, his gaze flicked down to the pillow. Her stomach flipped with nerves, swallowing her pride she dropped to her knees in the middle of Hubert’s living room.

“Good girl,” he said, tugging his gym shorts down over his thighs. She watched in shock as he reached into the flap of his boxers pulling free his hardening cock. “You showed yours, figured it’s only fair to show mine.”

He stroked his dick, staring at her cleavage. “Hubert, please delete the photos. I didn’t mean to—“

He cut Lindsey off, “Pull your tits out.”

Her mouth hung open mid sentence, she shook her head, “Hubert, can we just talk.”

“Fine, if you want me to talk, how about this? I hold the power. You do as I say and I don’t send everything to your husband. So pull your tits out.”

She could barely breathe, he was right, Hubert held all the power. Between the falsified messages and real photos he’d stolen, her marriage and personal image would be ruined. With shaking hands, she exposed her chest once again.

“See was that so hard? Now as long as you keep being a good girl, your husband never needs to know anything,” Hubert said stroking his now fully erect cock. “So Lindsey, are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice quaking in fear.

“Then crawl over here and have a taste,” he smirked.

Lindsey froze staring, “I’m married,” she stood, “I can’t do this. I just need to explain everything, Nate will believe me.” She pulled her top back down and took the step towards the exit.

“Sure. If it was just the picture. But you’ve seen the text chain.” He clicked a button, and the tv on the wall flared to life, scrolling through falsified texts.

[Leave your husband and we can be together.]

[Hubey, I can’t. You know I love cheating too much! <3] She know they were fake and it still hurt to read.

“And not to mention the video,” he clicks another button and the screen shifts. It’s a video of her bouncing on some strangers dick. What was that, how, how? Wait, that’s not her, that’s her face, but not her body. “It’s a little rough, only had so much time between your first text and now, but by the morning, with all the photos I have access to, you won’t be able to tell it from the real thing.” Lindsey’s stomach churned with anxiety, she believed him, the quick and dirty fake fooled herself for a second, she couldn’t imagine what he could put together with several more hours. “So it’s really your choice. Cheat on your husband, and I’ll make sure he never knows, or don’t cheat on him, but I’ll make sure he believes you did.”

Her body trembled, her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. One stupid misclick and now an impossible decision. The thought of Nate’s heart breaking, thinking that she’d cheated. But she hadn’t, she wouldn’t, she… not yet, she watched as Hubert stroked his cock. She would need to stomach the guilt of cheating to save Nate the pain of heartbreak, to save their marriage.

She took a step towards Hubert, her heart pounded against her chest, threatened to break a rib. “Ah ah ah,” he reprimanded, “Top off and crawl.” She took a deep breath, pulling her shirt back up over her tits, and lowering herself back to the floor. “I said, top off.” She pulled her shirt over her head, her glasses knocked askew. She straightened them before reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.

As she started crawling, she could feel the dirtiness of his carpet. Judging by the messes elsewhere in the room, it probably hadn’t been vacuumed since his mom’s passing. She tried her best to block that thought out, block out what she was about to do, block out the whole day so far.