He needs closure, right here and right now.

John saw Steve pick up her phone and return his text, "can't talk, grabbing a quick snack." What an asshole. "You know how I like big and salty things in my mouth babe, could be you later!" That motherfucker.

John then saw Steve start taking pictures with her phone, of what she was doing to him. A lot of pics, and then Steve turned on the light and appeared to be recording her.

John was crushed, maybe Steve gave her ecstasy or something, she had been in bed with him that morning, declaring her devoted love. But this was too much, there was no answer for this, no excuse possible for what she was doing.

A few minutes later he saw Steve tense up and grab her head, and heard a muffled shout, as he came in her mouth. John saw Jennifer rise up a bit, and then go back down and bob up and down in Steve's lap again for another minute. Steve was recording the entire time.

Then John saw Jennifer rise back up to a seated position, wiping her mouth with her thumb, then sucking her thumb clean. She then got out of the car, and after Steve drove away, Jennifer was trying to video call him, she was going to facetime him right there in the parking lot, with cum in her mouth. Jesus Christ, she wasn't even covered, she had a tit out of her dress.

John answered, never having felt this much anger, but he couldn't speak. The image was on her face, and he could see Steve’s car and fucking Steve in the background.

"Hey babe, getting off work, want to hang out again? I can be home in twenty minutes!" She was again joyous, smiling, happy, loving, no outward sign at all of what she had just done. It was if she didn't know what shame was, he could see her dress was down on the left in the frame, and he could see cum on her chin.

He didn't answer, but soon John saw her look at her screen in an odd way, realizing where John was, she started looking around, and finally, she saw him. He had the club sign in the frame behind him, on purpose. He heard her scream, and start running.

She ran over to him, as well as she could in heels, and he heard her shouting no over and over again, caught again it seemed.

When she got to him she was in a panic, out of breath, and she was disheveled. Her hair was a mess, one of her breasts was still out of her dress and she was perspiring, what one would do given what she had just been doing with Steve.

Jennifer was in a panic and as she tried to compose herself, John saw cum on her chin, and he saw her wedding ring, the one he had given her and that she had kept wearing. John saw some cum had dribbled on her left hand and onto the ring.

Again, cum on the fucking ring. She was left-handed, she probably got cum on it all the time, she usually gave handjobs left-handed after all.

"You still have his cum on you, Jennifer." John said in an angry tone, "On your chin, on the ring. And your tit is out."

She looked at the ring in horror, and without thinking put her left ring finger into her mouth to clean it, sucking it clean. She then looked at John, only realizing what she had done after she did it, freezing like a deer in headlights.

"I wonder how often you have done that as you walked up to me?" John wondered out loud, that was not the first time, it had seemed to be a habit. How she cleaned her ring all the time.