Rated Ex-Ex-Ex

PROFILE 75A

The words appeared in the upper-left corner of the H-Terminal for a moment as a wholly unexpected image filled the screen. It was a picture of Aria and Richard from their official wedding photos. They posed mid-kiss as the pastor looked on in the background.

He almost told Aria to look, but realized that without the visor, she probably couldn’t see anything, also... she was doing such a tremendous job of lapping up his balls.

The still image was replaced by a video clip of a bride in her wedding gown, bent over a pew and getting fucked by a preacher. It lasted no longer than two seconds, and it was clearly a clip taken from a porn film, and not his wife, but the sudden juxtaposition shocked him.

In a way, the next image to appear shocked him even more. It was a picture of Sue, the sassy blond he’d dated just before Aria, and Sue’s cute as a button brunette sister, Cindy. They were posing together as lifeguards at a pool. The swimsuits they had on reminded him how much he had liked their complementary figures.

A short POV video played of two women, a brunette and blond, giving a blowjob sandwich. His heart jumped, because... well because it was the kind of thing he used to fantasize about when he was dating Sue...

He hadn’t thought about the two of them in years. Richard was baffled. How...

More disturbing yet, the next image was of Jackie, a woman he had briefly dated in high school. Very briefly. She was a troubled girl that he had met in after-school detention. This looked like it was a graduation photo, which was weird because she had dropped out that year, and as far as he knew, never graduated. Her ripped jeans and dark, pixie cut hair just the way he remembered her.

How could they even know about Jackie? That was like one week of his life from decades ago! Where did they find that photo?

A video played of a stripper with a pixie cut pole dancing in a dingy club. She was topless with a lean, tomboyish figure. She was wadding small scattered bills into her fishnet stockings. The video was too grainy to prove or disprove if it was Jackie. His stomach twisted. Also... he had never imagined Jackie in stalkings before.

Aria popped him out of her mouth and smirked. “Fuck, you are so hard, baby.” Aria licked up his shaft and swallowed him again.

“Huh?” He looked down. Yeah... he was really hard.

Another image of Aria appeared, but younger than when he had met her. She was in a volleyball uniform, her youthful, round glutes were flexed, ready to jump. A man that appeared to be a coach, a stout black man, stood frozen in a shout in the background.

A video started of interracial anal sex, a black cock spreading a pert, white ass.

Richard winced even though he almost expected it by that point. He understood the patterns on the display were designed to manipulate him. What got him so angry was that they were working. What were the people that made Profile 75A trying to say about him? About his wife???

An image appeared of Sue and Cindy in a selfie while riding a gondola up the mountain at a ski resort. Their cheeks and the tips of their noses were pink.

A POV video played of two snow bunnies with their pants down, kissing each other while one lucky dude takes turns fucking them from behind.

How much research did they do for all this? And for all the passengers? This was so creepy. It was sickening. But he couldn’t look away.

Next was a Polaroid photo of Jackie exhaling after a bong hit with bleary eyes and a listing smile. She was probably skipping school at the time.

A video played of a pornstar who had a vaguely similar hairstyle to Jackie’s on her knees in a large kitchen as an arsenal of cocks took aim. She was struck with a blast of jizz to the face. Then another. Then another. Then another.

The sense of invasion was getting Richard’s hackles way up. Just who were these fucks?

His wife was still on her knees, enthusiastically slurping him deeper into her mouth and pulling all the stops. He put a heavy hand on Aria’s head. Aria moaned and nodded. He pushed her down harder than he intended to, making her gag.

A photo appeared of Aria in her youth, memorialized in a county beauty pageant contestant lineup. He didn’t even want to guess her age.

A video played of a teen pornstar wearing a tiara getting pounded in a dressing room by a judge.

Aria does not behave like that! My wife isn’t a slut! Richard was fuming, mad about too many things at once to think straight. He tightened his grip on Aria’s hair and made her take more. Glah-glah-glah-glah-glah-glah—GLAH!

Aria pulled away and gasped for air, eyes streaming. When she could focus again she was grinning. “They showed me some deepthroat techniques, baby. Do you like it?” She smirked proudly, knowing the answer.

At least she thought she did. He was in the middle of an emotional crisis.

Knock-knock.

“Come in!” Richard shouted. He didn’t feel like messing around anymore. Aria made a scared hiccup as she scrambled to get up. He held her in place as he stood, pushing his cock back at her face.