While I was away on business, Betty had been intimately involved with Michael three times.
Despite the few encounters, she had grown quite accustomed to Michael’s anatomy.
So when he entered her firmly, Betty felt no pain, only a swelling rush of stimulation and pleasure.
The long-itching spot was now fully expanded and filled by Michael, unleashing all the pent-up sensations within her.
She closed her eyes, threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back.
Fortunately, as he entered her, Michael freed one hand to steady her back, ensuring she kept her balance.
Michael’s expression mirrored Betty’s, except he kept his eyes wide open, watching intently as he connected with her.
After he was fully inside, Michael seemed to need to witness their joined bodies to believe it was real, not a dream.
The two remained perfectly still, as if savoring the ’sacred’ moment, feeling the melding of their bodies and the warmth they exchanged.
And there it was, the union had happened.
In the video, the two were experiencing their connection, while I painfully shut my eyes.
Before seeing this, I had held a sliver of hope that it wasn’t too late, that I could return from my trip and things could be mended.
I had watched the video for so long, never seeing Betty willingly fall into this, never seeing her eagerly accept Michael.
But now, all hope was shattered.
The video’s timestamp showed it was just a few days ago.
While they were together, I might have been undercover in dangerous conditions, risking my life for my career, while my beloved wife and our adopted son shattered the sanctity of our home.
What am I to do?
My body felt numb, my mind lost.
I needed to calm down.
In the video, Michael and Betty were still embracing, feeling each other’s presence.
Just as I was about to pause the video, Betty let out a soft moan, her body beginning to tremble.
Following that, her arousal became evident as it began to seep out, dripping onto Michael, moving down along his body to the floor.
After that moan, Betty’s lips finally closed.
I know Betty’s reactions all too well; this was her climaxing, a rare sight since our marriage began.
Betty once told me that it’s not easy for a woman to reach climax, and our experiences together proved just that.
The few times she did climax were when I exerted my utmost effort, using every method at my disposal.
But this time, it was different with Michael.
He had barely started, no thrusting involved, just a simple union, and Betty reached her climax effortlessly.
It was shockingly simple.
I couldn’t bear to hear Betty’s post-climax sounds or see her basking in the afterglow, so I paused the video.
The frame froze at the moment of her climax, capturing her standing there with Michael, intimately connected.
I bowed my head and removed my headphones, my ears aching from the pressure, but that pain was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.
Betty’s easy climax could be due to several reasons.
First, it had been a long time since she’d been intimate, given my absence and our infrequent encounters at home, which were seldom more than a couple of times a month.
This buildup of sexual desire was one reason for her quick climax.
Second, Michael’s endowed nature played a role.
His size was something not commonly matched, inheriting traits that even stood out among others noted for their endowment.
The fullness and firmness he provided were undoubtedly factors in her swift climax.
Third, the ’exchange’ they had before uniting played a part.
Their brief verbal interactions, a subtle reinforcement of their forbidden connection, set the stage.
When this taboo was finally acted upon, it unleashed sensations in Betty that she couldn’t have imagined, pushing her swiftly to climax.
As I calmed down, I pondered over the scene.
Seeing Betty climax without any real action from Michael suggested a change in her during his advances, a change she might not even be aware of.
Perhaps Michael had unknowingly unlocked something deep within her—a Pandora’s box of sorts.
I wondered if there was any point in continuing to watch the videos.
Seeing Betty willingly engage with Michael was enough; did I really need to see more, to see her with another man in the most intimate of acts?
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Lying in bed, my mind was in turmoil.
For the first time, I felt utterly lost, devoid of any purpose or will to continue.
If I had a gun at that moment, I wouldn’t hesitate to end it all.
What should I do if I return home now?
Should I divorce Betty?
Should I let her be with Michael, or should I play the oblivious fool, pretending nothing happened to keep the family together?
Or should I confront Betty, see if she admits her wrongdoing and agrees to cut ties with Michael?
I powered on my phone and was bombarded with missed calls and messages, mostly from colleagues and a few from my boss.
I quickly called my boss back; amidst all the uncertainty, work still demanded my attention.
After hanging up, I scrolled through the missed calls again.
Not a single one was from Betty, nor was there any message from her.
Was it that she guessed I had turned off my phone, or had Michael taken my place in her heart?
I found Betty’s number in my contacts.
All it would take was one tap to call her, but my finger hovered over her number, unable to make the move.
I tossed the phone onto the bed and leaned back, my back hitting the mattress.
Exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted off to sleep, having been awake for over 24 hours.
In my dream, I saw a wedding in a church.
The bride looked mature, while the groom appeared much younger.
Despite their age difference, they seemed perfectly matched.
After they exchanged rings and kissed, their gaze turned towards me.
That’s when I recognized them: the bride was my beloved wife, Betty, now someone else’s wife, and the groom was Michael, my adopted son, now her husband.
I was just an outsider.
As Michael’s adoptive father, Betty was technically my daughter-in-law.
The shift from husband to father-in-law was a cruel irony.
"Justin, thank you for all the care over the years, and for bringing Michael into our lives. He’s the man I truly love, the right one for me. Thank you. For all the kindness you’ve shown me, I can only hope to repay it in another life..."
Betty said, her eyes filled with regret but devoid of love.
As she spoke, her hands were tightly clasped with Michael’s.
After her words, she turned to Michael with a tender look.
"Dad, if you still consider me your son, thank you for bringing me to the woman I love. Though she’s no longer your wife, she’s become your daughter-in-law. We’re still family, just with different titles. Rest assured, Betty and I will take care of you in your old age..."
After saying this, Michael exchanged a knowing look with Betty, and together they bowed deeply to me, a gesture of respect from the younger generation.
Watching the couple bow to me, I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face...