Chapter 4: Where Did This Happen?

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Fresh tears spill down her cheeks as she forces herself to continue, each word tearing at her heart.

“He laid me down on the bed and... and put his mouth on me. Between my legs. I... I came quickly, so fast it shocked me.”

She takes a shuddering breath, squeezing her eyes shut as vivid, mortifying details flood her mind.

“After that, he moved up my body, kissing and licking as he went. I was still trembling from my orgasm, but he... he kept going. Kept touching me, stroking me until I writhed underneath him.”

Her voice drops to a pained whisper, face burning with shame.

“He entered me then. Slowly, deeply. Filling me in a way that... that felt different from you. Bigger, harder. I... I couldn't help but moan, even as I hated myself for it.”

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The tears flow faster now as she recounts the most damning parts.

“He thrust into me hard and fast, grunting above me. Pounding me into the mattress. I...”

Amy chokes on a sob, doubling over as if physically struck by the memory. She buries her face in her hands, shoulders heaving with anguished weeping.

“I... I came again,” she whispers brokenly between hiccuping breaths.

“Twice more, in fact. Each time more intense than the last. He... he seemed to know exactly how to touch me, how to move to drive me wild with pleasure.”

Her face flushes with humiliation as she continues, each word seeming to wound her deeper.

“He... he pounded into me relentlessly, grunting and sweating. I couldn't believe how big he felt, stretching me in new ways.”

She bites her lip, tears leaking from her eyes.

“It didn't take him long after that. With a final, brutal thrust, he spilled himself inside me, filling me with his seed.”

She peeks up at me through her fingers, her blue eyes swimming with self-loathing and dread.

“It went on for hours, Ero. Hours of sin and debauchery. He used me in every way imaginable—bent over the bed, on my knees, pinned against the wall. And I... I let him. I begged for it, even.”

“When it was over, I lay there stunned, realizing what I'd done. I felt dirty, ashamed, disgusted with myself. I cleaned up and fled as soon as I could, praying I wouldn't get pregnant.”

Amy looks up at me, her expression one of utter despair.

“That's the whole sordid story. I'm so, so sorry, Ero.”

I stare at the wall, unable to process her confession. Amy had a dirty, disgusting, and cheap foray into infidelity. I should leave, but she is all I know. I've worked so hard to provide her with the best life I can give her. I'm not letting her take half of everything I have in a divorce.

“Amy, where did this happen? Here? In our home?”

Amy flinches at my question, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. She shakes her head violently.

“N-no, not here! Never in our home, I swear!” Her voice cracks with desperation.

“It happened at... at his apartment downtown. I... I followed him there after the bar, in a drunken haze. I wasn't thinking straight, Ero. I let myself get swept away by **** and loneliness and... and stupid, foolish temptation.”

She wraps her arms around herself, rocking slightly as sobs wrack her slender frame.

“I never wanted to taint our marriage bed with such filth. Our home is sacred to me, a symbol of our love. What I did was bad enough without sullying the place where we share our deepest intimacy.”

“I don't know, Amy. It doesn't feel very sacred right now. In fact, it feels pretty fucking tainted and soiled, don't you think?”

Amy recoils as if slapped by my harsh words, fresh anguish contorting her delicate features. She nods jerkily, tears cascading down her face.

“Y-you're right, Ero. You're absolutely right,” she whispers hoarsely, her voice breaking on a sob.

“I... I understand why you feel that way,” she whispers brokenly.

“I've tainted everything—our marriage, our home, myself. There's no excusing what I've done.”

“Our entire relationship, our marriage, feels tainted now. Poisoned by my actions.”

She looks up at me, her blue eyes swimming with anguish and **** entreaty.

“But Ero, please, I swear to you, I never meant to hurt you like this. I love our life together, our home. You're everything to me. This one stupid, drunken mistake doesn't change that, even if it makes me the lowest of the low for having done it.”

“Oh, you'll go lower... you can count on it. One last question? Did you let him put his penis...”

I take my forefinger and tap her lips.

“...in here?”

Amy's eyes widen in shock and revulsion as I tap her lips with my finger, the implication clear. She recoils as if burned, a strangled sound of distress escaping her throat.

“N-no! God, no, Ero, never!”

She shakes her head vehemently, dark blonde hair flying around her face.

“N-no! God no, never that!” she cries out, voice thick with tears and disgust at the very thought.

“I may have been weak and foolish, but I'm not a complete slut. I drew the line at oral sex. He only... only penetrated me vaginally.”

She looks away in shame, unable to meet my gaze.

“I know it's still an unforgivable betrayal, but please believe me, I didn't debase myself THAT much. I would never, ever let another man put his... his thing in my mouth. That's too intimate, too personal. It's something I reserve only for you, for our marriage.”

She looks up at me, her blue eyes wide and pleading, silently begging me to believe her.

“I swear to you, on everything holy, that I drew the line there. My mouth, my lips, they belong to you and you alone. What I did was bad enough without adding that ultimate betrayal.”

I take her and kiss her full on the lips.

“Good girl. Please set me up with everything I need in the spare bedroom, Amy. I'll be staying there for a while. This has been a bit much, and right now I need some space.”

Amy stiffens in surprise as I kiss her, caught off guard by the sudden intimate contact. For a brief, hopeful moment, she thinks perhaps I've forgiven her, that we can move past this nightmare. But as I pull away and deliver my bombshell about needing space, that fragile hope comes crashing down, replaced by a sickening plunge of despair.

Fresh tears spill down her cheeks as the reality of the situation crashes over her once more. She nods slowly, fresh tears welling up and spilling over onto her flushed cheeks.

“O-of course, Ero. Whatever you need,” she whispers, voice trembling with barely suppressed sobs.

“I'll get everything ready for you immediately. Take all the time and space you need, Ero. I... I understand.”

To be continued in chapter 5...