Richard Tries to Explain (End)

“Whoa, tiger! If I’d known you weren’t sleeping I would have come back sooner!”

Aria watched with bemusement at Richard’s hunched stance as he suddenly stopped wanking and shoot a horrified look at her. “Aria! You’re back...”

“And I caught you watching porn again. Relax, baby. I’m not your mom, I don’t mind, although...” She trailed off when she could see nothing but a cosy fireplace on the screen that he had been riveted to, and by the looks of it, possibly ready to cum all over. “...I’ve never heard of this kink...” She have him a worried glance. Why was his body language screaming something bad was in progress? And those weird glasses...

“Ah.... it—it’s not...”

“Is that a VR thing then? Let me see.” She expressed calm, but her instincts warned her to prepare herself.

“N—uh... I...” He glanced around wildly to find the remote. He must have dropped it somewhere after starting the video, the thoughtful souvenir video provided by the cruise line for couples to remember the best sex of their lives after some gentle subliminal effects made them particularly amorous with each other.

Aria gently but firmly took the visor off his head, gave him a reassuring smile. Whatever it is, it’s fine, honey! She put the visor on and looked at the TV...

It was not fine. Not at all. Richard—her Richard—was banging the shit out of some young alt slut, who kept begging for “mister” to give her more, like a little fucking whore. Richard was taking turns plugging her pussy and ass, excess cum belching out of her wanton holes.

“It m-makes more s-sense if you watch from the beginning!”

Richards words hit Aria like vomit. She turned to look at her husband with a coldness in her heart he had never witnessed previously. He felt his own heart sink straight into the ocean, into its black, crushing depths.

Aria looked through him to the stripped bed. He had tried to hide this from her... He... never even had a headache! And—Jesus Christ—he had the gall to record a video of himself doing it! And then jerk-off to that!

She thought back to last night’s wondrous fuck fest, now remembering something her girlfriend had told her once, how when your significant other comes home with new moves, they had to have learned them from somewhere...

For the rest of the long cruise Richard had to earn his forgiveness the hard way, **** to sleep alone, closed off in the room’s bed cubby, forbidden to make a sound while Aria made sure to bring a different man to bed every night until she either ran out of men or nights.

The End