MidReal Story

Seductive Retribution

May 9
Scenario: A wife finds out her husband has been cheating on her with his secretary, so she finds a large, well endowed man to fuck her while her husband is forced to watch
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A wife finds out her husband has been cheating on her with his secretary, so she finds a large, well endowed man to fuck her while her husband is forced to watch
I couldn’t believe what I was reading.
I was sitting at my computer, trying to find a file that I’d saved earlier in the day.
This wasn’t a one-time thing; it was an entire affair.
I’d been looking for it for the past hour, but it was nowhere to be found.
I scrolled through the messages and saw that they’d been going on for months now, that they’d been meeting up in secret, and that they’d even gone so far as to book a hotel room for their next encounter.
I felt sick to my stomach as I read through the messages, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I was about to give up when I saw a folder that I didn’t recognize.
I opened it and found a series of emails between my husband and his secretary.
It was like watching a train wreck—I knew that it would be bad, but I couldn’t look away.
The first one was innocent enough, but as I scrolled through them, they became more and more explicit.
Suddenly, John’s voice echoed through my ears, and I looked up to find him standing beside me.
“What are you doing over there?”
My heart pounded in my chest as I read through them.
he asked with a frown.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
My husband would never cheat on me…would he?
“You’ve been awfully quiet.”
I heard the front door open and close, and my heart leapt into my throat.
I said, my mind still on the emails in front of me.
John was home!
“What did you do today?”
I quickly closed the folder and shut down the computer before he could see what I’d been looking at.
he asked.
He came into the room a moment later, and I forced a smile onto my face as he kissed me on the cheek.
“I said, what did you do today?”
“How was your day?”
he repeated, his voice growing louder.
“Fine,” I said, my voice coming out sounding a little strangled.
I bit my lip and quickly closed out of the emails.
I cleared my throat and tried again.
“I…uh…I don’t really remember,” I said.
“It was fine.
“What’s gotten into you today, Em?”
How was yours?”
he asked as he gave me a strange look.
“Not bad,” he said.
“I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight, though.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I said with a smile.
I might be in here pretty late.
“I’m just tired, I guess.” I yawned as if on cue.
Don’t wait up for me.”
“Oh, okay,” I said.
“You go ahead and get started on your work for tomorrow.
I’m going to go lay down for a bit.”
I watched as he opened up his email, and my stomach clenched as I remembered what it was that I’d seen on my computer mere minutes before.
Was he really going to sit there and chat with his secretary while his wife was eating dinner in the next room?
As he nodded his head and turned back toward his computer, I let out a breath that I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding.
How could he do this to us?
I had half a mind to storm in there and demand an explanation, but I didn’t want to blow things out of proportion.
To me?
Maybe it was just a one-time thing.
To say that I was shocked would be an understatement.
Maybe he’d gotten carried away and they’d both put it behind them.
I knew that John was a good-looking guy, and that he probably had his share of opportunities to cheat on me over the years.
I could live with that.
But I also knew that he loved me—that we were meant to be together.
Just as I was trying to convince myself that everything was fine, I heard a little ding come from the computer beside me.
I didn’t think that he was like all those other men out there…that he would ever give in to temptation.
A new email had appeared in John’s inbox.
My heart began to race as I saw that it was from Sarah, his secretary.
But now that I’d seen those emails, there was no denying that he had.
The subject line read work stuff, so I figured that he would just read through it and then get back to work.
No matter how much it hurt me to admit it.
But then I saw him click on the email, which meant that it would open in front of him for all the world to see.
And now I had a decision to make.
Would I confront him about it?
I cried out, panic-stricken.
Would I tell him everything that I’d read and demand an explanation?
Part of me wanted to do just that.
“There’s something wrong with my computer!”
But another part of me was scared.
he asked, looking over at me with a frown.
I knew that if I looked into his eyes right now, all I would see would be guilt and regret.
And if he tried to lie to me again about what had happened, I didn’t know if I could keep my emotions in check.
“Can you come look at it?”
He sighed as he got up from his chair and walked over to me.
Maybe it was better if I just pretended like nothing had happened.
“There’s nothing wrong with your computer,” he said as he looked at the screen over my shoulder.
Like our marriage was still the same as it had been before.
At least for a little while.
“What are you so worried about?”
Maybe then he’d come to his senses and end things with Sarah before they got too far out of hand.
“I can’t find that file that I saved this morning,” I lied quickly.
“The one that I need to start working on tonight.”
My mind made up, I quickly shut down my computer and pushed my chair out from the desk.
He hesitated for a moment, then gave me an apologetic smile.
“I’m taking a shower,” I announced as I got up from my chair.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he said.
“I’m tired and need some rest.”
He barely even acknowledged my departure as he sat there typing away at his computer, his face a mask of concentration.
“But I really need to get this done before tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I said with a pout.
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He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips before heading back to his desk.
But as soon as the bathroom door was shut and locked behind me, the smile disappeared from my face.
I took a deep breath and then turned back to my own computer screen.
The email was still open, so I clicked on the folder icon at the top of the screen in order to close it.
I leaned against the door and took several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.
But none of it worked.
But when I did, my heart stopped.
It wasn’t an email; it was an entire folder full of them, all from Sarah.
No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t shake the thought that he’d done this to me.
The man that I loved, the man that I’d married, had turned his back on our marriage and found solace in another woman’s arms.
My heart pounding in my chest and my mouth suddenly dry, I clicked on the first one and began to read: Hey John! How are you doing?
Good, good, Sarah answered.
The thought was suffocating.
For five years, I had believed that our marriage was a fortress—impervious to the storms that had broken so many others.
Everything’s great on this end.
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But now that illusion had been shattered, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
And the questions that were running through my mind were driving me insane.
How long had it been going on?
Was he actually planning on leaving me for her?
Just the idea of John with someone else was enough to send my stomach into knots.
He was mine and no one else’s.
And the thought of him belonging to someone else—especially someone as young as Sarah—was almost too much for me to bear.
The rest of the night passed by in a blur.
I lay in bed, unable to sleep, the weight of John’s betrayal heavy on my chest.
Every time I closed my eyes, the image of him with another woman filled my mind, and there was nothing I could do to shake it.
He’d broken our vows, shattered the trust between us, and there would be no going back.
As the hours dragged on, the sun began to rise, casting a soft light through the curtains.
I sat up, grateful for the end of a long, sleepless night, but dreading the day ahead.
In the distance, I could hear the sound of John’s footsteps on the stairs as he made his way up from his office.
He entered the room and headed for the closet, his movements slow and deliberate.
I watched him from across the room, taking in every detail—the way his broad shoulders filled out his favorite T-shirt, the way his hair curled at the nape of his neck, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
How could I have been so blind?
He turned toward the bed and grinned at me, his face handsome and familiar, but now it was marred by guilt and deceit, and I couldn’t bring myself to smile back.
He crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, placing a gentle hand on my knee.
“Hey,” he said softly.
I wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch, but I held myself back, the distance between us now insurmountable, a chasm that no amount of love could bridge.
He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat, and I knew then that he was sorry for what he’d done, but it was too little, too late.
The damage had been done, and there was no going back.
“You’re still upset with me, aren’t you?”
he asked after a long moment of silence.
I looked at him and forced the words out, even though they felt like acid on my tongue.
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“I am,” I said quietly as I met his gaze “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive you for what you did.”
My eyes burned with unshed tears as I spoke the words, and I could see the regret in John’s eyes as he heard them.
“I can’t take back what I did,” he said softly, “but I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
I watched as he stood up and walked away, his shoulders hunched in defeat as he retreated from the room and left me alone in silence once more.
The sun had long since set when John finally called me down for dinner, but I told him that I wasn’t feeling well and asked him if I could eat later.
He offered me some aspirin for my headache, but I told him that I’d already taken some and that they hadn’t helped.
After that, he left me alone and went downstairs by himself.
I lay in bed for a while after that, staring at the ceiling and listening as the house grew quiet around me.
When I was sure that John had settled down in front of the TV and wouldn’t come looking for me again, I got up and closed the bedroom door behind me.
I leaned against the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that had been on edge ever since I’d made the discovery earlier in the day.
I closed my eyes for a moment and let my mind wander back over the things that I’d seen on the computer…the emails between John and Sarah.
There were so many of them, each one more explicit than the last…
I could feel the color rising in my cheeks as I remembered some of the things that they’d written to each other…things that any decent woman would never say out loud, let alone write down in an email and send it off into the void for anyone to see.
And yet Sarah had done exactly that—and so had John!
I shook my head in disbelief as I remembered some of the things that she’d written in her responses…the way she’d talked about how much she loved the way John’s cock felt inside her…how large it was…how she couldn’t wait for him to fuck her again…
The memory made my stomach churn with disgust again, and I had to force myself not to be sick all over the floor.
I’d never liked Sarah very much—not because she was mean or anything like that—but just because she was so young…so fresh-faced…and so pretty!
But I’d never thought that she would do something like this—not in a million years!
And John…!
I shook my head again as I thought of my husband; the man who was supposed to be mine forever…the man who had always been so adamant about not dating women from his office…about not starting office affairs because they were too complicated…too messy…too much trouble…
And yet here he was…doing exactly that!
He was having an affair with his secretary—someone who worked right under his nose—and he had no idea how much trouble he was going to be in once I got through with him!
I took another deep breath before opening the door and making my way over to our bed.
It was still unmade from when we’d gotten up this morning, but I didn’t care.
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I sat down on the edge of the bed, my fingers reaching under the pillow to retrieve the manila folder that I’d found in the desk along with the computer disk that I’d put in my purse earlier in the day.
I opened the folder and quickly rifled through the papers that were inside, feeling a surge of nausea rising in my throat as I caught sight of some of the words on the pages—words that were written in John’s handwriting, but that didn’t sound like him at all!
The memory of those emails rose in my mind again—the things that he’d said to her…the way that he’d described what they’d done together…the way that he’d promised to do those things to her again…and again…and again…!
I felt sickened just thinking about it, and I closed my eyes as I tried to push the memory away…tried to forget the things that I’d read…tried to erase the images that my mind kept conjuring up over and over again…
But I knew that it wouldn’t be enough—I knew that I would never be able to forget those words…those images…!
After all, how could I when every single detail of their sordid affair had been burned into my mind in indelible ink?
I couldn’t bring myself to read the rest of the pages, and so I let them fall from my hands and onto the bed, where they landed with a soft rustle that seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room.
The snippets that I’d seen were bad enough—each one a vivid reminder of the things that John and Sarah had done together…the way that they’d touched each other…the way that they’d kissed each other…!
I shuddered as I remembered the words that John had used to describe their encounters—the way that he’d talked about kissing her pussy…the way that he’d said that he couldn’t wait to have his tongue inside her again…
The memory made me want to be sick all over again, and I buried my face in my hands as I tried to push the feelings away—to forget the things that I’d seen and heard!
It was bad enough that John had done this to me—that he had cheated on me with another woman—but the fact that he’d done it with someone who worked under him…and someone who was so young and pretty…!
It hurt more than words could say!
Hadn’t we talked about this very thing so many times over the years?
Hadn’t we both agreed that office affairs were too dangerous—that they would never work, and that anyone who tried them was just asking for trouble?
I remembered how John had always been so adamant about it…so vocal in his opposition…!
And yet here he was—doing exactly what he’d always said he wouldn’t!
With a young, pretty blonde secretary who worked right under him…!
The tears welled up in my eyes again as I thought of Sarah’s beauty—the way she always wore her blonde curls piled up on top of her head…her tiny waist…and those lovely curves that even her conservative office clothing couldn’t completely hide!
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