My world shattered when I witnessed my husband was bared-assed undressed, thrusting from behind into Barbie Cummings, one of our neighbors.

I arrived home early from my conference for work, only to find our house dark and hear loud music.

As I came around the corner, I jolted to a stop and couldn't breath.

My husband Corbin was undressed on our cream couch arm, tangled with our neighbor Barbie.

I could hear her over-the-top fake climax, even over the thumping of the music.

Right about that moment, I think I dissociated like I was outside my body, watching myself as I pulled out my cell phone, and began to record the porn orgie occurring in my living room.

After who knows how long, I finally moved back away from the scene.

The night air felt colder than it ever had before.

But my only concern was whether I needed to get an STD test.

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I arrived home early from my conference for work. I had been out of the state for three days. Technically I was supposed to be home tomorrow afternoon, but I caught an earlier flight. I was so exhausted that I didn't want to stay one more night. I didn't bother to text Corbin, my husband, before getting on my flight because technically he had said he would be busy with a game night or something with the other couples in our court, so I didn't expect him to read a text until after I would even arrive home. I had called him at 6 pm, just after my last training, but I didn't want to wait. I had been able to switch my flight with an earlier one (thank goodness for those perks of the job).

It was just after 10 pm now, and I could see our house dark, but I could hear loud music pumping from inside. That was odd because whenever we had game nights we had lights on everywhere. And we got so loud with our chatter that music would have been pointless. I was rolling my suitcase into the front entryway when I could see flashing color lights from the back area where our second living room area was. Yes, our house was big enough to have both a living room and family room area. With the money both Corbin and I made, we were pretty comfortable, though sometimes I wondered why we needed such a big house for just the two of us. We both had said we wanted kids someday, but we were both pretty content right now without them. I left my suitcase in the entryway and headed towards the living room. The music grew louder, and I could hear club music playing, which also seemed odd for a game night. The room was dark minus the flashing colored lights. As I came around the corner to see what game they were playing in the dark, I jolted to a stop.

I couldn't breathe. What did I just walk into? A few feet away from me, on our cream, yes cream colored couch arm, my husband was bared-assed undressed, thrusting from behind into Barbie Cummings, one of our neighbors. I could hear her over-the-top fake climax, even over the thumping of the music.

Corbin was a good-looking man. He wasn't movie star gorgeous, but he could definitely turn a few heads, even today. Which might explain was he was fu.cking Barbie. And yes her name said it all. Petite, slim waist, overly big chest that I know are fake because they were not that big when we first moved into the court five years ago. Blond, shoulder length hair, and bright blue eyes. She was always so bubbly and perky. Corbin was about three inches taller than me at 5'10" with a surfer boy look to him. He had a nice body that he worked at, shaggy dirty blond hair, and hazel eyes. Right now though, he looked like a fu.cking porn star, making me almost gag.

I went to move away when something else caught my attention. Off to the back, against the wall near the corner of the room I saw Ted, also bared-assed undressed holding Coleen, undressed as a jaybird, to the wall, thrusting into her. Coleen is not Ted's wife. I felt like I was going to be sick, as I started to stagger back when I caught something else. Ted's wife, Josie, was riding Coleen's husband Jared, on my favorite plush chair. I was going to have to burn that now, just like my eyes.

Right about that moment, I think I dissociated. I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't feel anything, like I was outside my body, watching myself as I pulled out my cell phone, and began to record the porn orgie occurring in my living room with my husband leading the troupe. After who knows how long, I finally moved back away from the scene, backwards, slowly, towards the front entryway, grabbed my suitcase, and quietly left the house. I stood out on the front step for god knows how long before I finally made it back to my SUV.

I drove aimlessly until I ended up in front of a corner liquor store out in the middle of nowhere. Okay, maybe it wasn't nowhere, but it felt like it. I somehow made my way into the store and bought about five to six of those little liquor bottles. A variety. Because tonight needed variety.

I was somehow able to come to my senses long enough to find a hotel nearby and get a room. The hotel staff had asked me a few times if I was alright, to which I could only respond, "It's been a long day."

Understatement of the century.

Once I made it to the room, I dropped my suitcase in the middle of the floor, gripping my little bag of liquor, crawled on to the hotel bed, covers still on, and turned on the television to some stupid action movie with Tom Cruise. I then proceeded to open the first bottle, vodka, and threw it back. It burned all the way down, but it just reminded me I was still alive. For now.

Its funny how sometimes your mind goes to the most random thoughts when your in shock.

Can the couch be dry-cleaned enough to get that stuff out?

Would I ever be able to sit on that couch again?

How often had they been doing that?

Did he wear a protection with her?

Is that why her name is Barbie?

Who names their kid Barbie?

Did she get fake boobs to be like Barbie?

Could she get pregnant?

Thank goodness I'm allergic to birth control and he has to wear protections.

Do I still need to get an STD test?

Why is he fu.cking another woman in a room with the other neighbors? Is that a weird kink he never told me about?

What else is he hiding?

My mind went back to the birth control thing. I had tried multiple types of birth control. The depo shot gave me huge bouts of depression so that was a no-go. The pills made me nauseous all the time and extended my periods to two to three weeks at a time. If I had been allergic to protections, that would have been a hot mess. We always used protections, which I was even more grateful for now.

I took another bottle, this time tequila, and threw it back. Burned on the way down too, but not as bad. I could feel the tears trailing down my face, even though I felt numb everywhere except my burning throat. By the third bottle, rum, I must have been a glutton for punishment because I pulled out my cell phone and played the video again.

I don't know if it was the alcohol kicking in, my dissociation, or some other weird effect going on, but as I proceeded to watch the video, almost on repeat, I began judging the performances.

Barbie knows how to fake it.

Does she fake it with Adam?

sh1t! Should I tell Adam?

Wait! Does Adam participate when he's there too?

I wouldn't mind doing Adam.

Wait! No! I'm not like Corbin!

Lying, disgusting, shaft douchebag.

How did they pick who to fu.ck?

How often were they doing this?

Was it only at our house?

What other parts of the house do I need to hose down with vinegar and bleach?

And somewhere in that mess, after four of the five bottles, because I had to drink my favorite, Malibu Peach. Yes, I know, it should be mixed in a daiquiri, but it's just as good by itself. Especially after the harder liquor went down. I passed out.

Adam's POV

When I travel for work, I keep my cell phone ringer on medium because you never know when you might get one of those last-minute calls that a plan fu.cked up. I didn't usually get them, but I was always prepared. I hadn't been in the business for this long, and got this successful, to assume things were always safe. So, it was quite the surprise that just as I was starting to drift off to sleep at 1:30 in the morning, I heard my chirp chirp notification. That meant it was a contact number, but not one that

was specifically identifiable, like my wife. Not that my wife every called or texted me in the weird hours of the morning. After ten years of marriage, she had become practical. Or at least, that's what I referred to it as. When I traveled, she called at the right times, sent the right amount of check-in text messages, telling me about her day. Unfortunately, I didn't really care how she spent her day at the spa for the millionth time or what Gucci bag she bought at such a "brilliant" price. When I was working, I was all in. Some people had told me I tend to get blinders on when I get in my work mode. Whatever. It got me the deals and business at the end of the day.

When I picked up my phone, my heart stuttered. Eve. One of the neighbors in our little court. Why the fu.ck was she texting me at this ungodly time? I immediately jerked up in bed, sat up, and hit her message. There was a video attached. That's odd. Eve and I were cordial. To be perfectly honest, the woman was naturally beautiful. She was the only woman in the court who hadn't had something done. No nips, no tucks, no lip fillers. Half the time she wore messy buns and yoga pants.

I could feel myself getting hard thinking of that. I was a man, so fu.ck off.

But I was married. Maybe not happily, but content. That was good enough. Right?

I clicked on the video and could feel my pulse rate increase as I watched Eve's husband thrusting into my wife from the back over a couch arm.

That fu.cking bimbo!

But what shocked me even more was when the video panned around the room and caught two other couple pairings. And they were not paired with their spouses.

What the ever-loving fu.ck is going on?

Suddenly the video moved to the floor as I could see a pair of feet moving, then crossing the threshold of the front door. Eve was outside, and I could hear her breathing heavily. It didn't sound good. Then she moved towards her car, got in, and appeared to realize the video was still recording and turned it off.

I sat there for a few minutes. I could feel my rage. I didn't care that my bimbo of a wife was fu.cking someone else. I almost suspected she had been, but the fu.cking married neighbor? And what the fu.ck were the other neighbors doing there too? Was this a regular thing when I traveled? How long had this sh1t been going on? Were there others?

I propped up against the headboard and dialed Eve's number. No answer. I called again. No answer. I called one more time. No answer. sh1t! I hoped she was okay. I would have to wait until morning and try again.

I ran a hand down my face. Barbie, (yes my wife's name is Barbie, fu.ck off), was younger than me by 10 years. I had never thought that was a problem until about three years ago. We seemed to have settled into this weird routine as a couple. I had money when we first met, but Barbie had acted like it didn't mean that much to her. Maybe then it didn't. But at some point, she became that trophy wife. She even began to have work done on her by the time we were at year six. That probably should have been a clue. We still had sleep, but it was perfunctory. I had started to notice her climaxs had become fake, but I didn't care as long as I got what I needed. I would not cheat on my wife. That is not the kind of man I was. But apparently, she didn't hold the same loyalty to me.

Without waiting, I dialed my cousin who was a big-time lawyer.

After several rings, Jaden answered. "Do you have any fu.cking idea what time it is, bro?"

"Don't bro me bimbo. I got something I need you to do for me as soon as your up for the day."

He knew I never called him like this so after a bit of shuffling, he came back. "What's going on?"

"I'm going to send you a video I received. Keep it for collateral."

"Okay?"

"And start paperwork for a divorce. I want Barbie served as soon as possible."

Jaden breathed out, "sh1t." He paused. "What did she do?"

"Watch the video. You'll see it for yourself. Not that you'll want to, but there it is."

"Okay Adam. Are you okay?"

I paused thinking. I was pissed off for Eve, but honestly, other than being a little irritated because you know, pride and all that sh1t, I felt fine. Maybe I had wanted this to happen, but didn't have a reason up until now.

"Yeah. Yeah, actually I'm good. I just feel bad for the other woman."

Jaden sucked in his breath. "Other woman?"

"The man in the video with her is married."

"fu.ck. What pieces of sh1t!"

"Yep."

"When I get back tomorrow, I intend to kick her out of the house. It was mine before we got together. I'll pay for a fu.cking hotel or apartment for her until the divorce comes through."

Jaden's tone hardened. "She can take you for half of everything. Unless you use the infidelity clause."

I could, but I won't.

"Nah. I'll make her a deal she can't refuse. I have the video. That will give me leverage at least."

"Da.mn man. Sorry that happened."

I sighed. "I don't think I am."

Jaden's voice perked up. "What do you mean?'

I was quiet for a minute or two. "The marriage has gotten stale for a while. I've been going through the motions."

"Then why didn't you divorce her sooner?"

"For what? Sorry judge I got bored with my wife?"

Jaden laughed. "Well, it wouldn't be a lie."

We both laughed. "No. I didn't need or want the drama. But this? I won't put up with this sh1t."

"And you shouldn't. I'll work on the papers in the morning. Get some rest."

"Thanks, cuz. I owe you one."

"This early in the morning, the fu.ck you do! But lucky I love you man."

"Thanks."

And we hung up.

I would have to try to reach Eve tomorrow and see if she was okay. I would help her however I could. I was pretty sure that had been quite the shock.

It took me a good two hours to finally fall asleep. Once I accepted that my marriage was over, I slept just fine.