Bodies Intertwined

I'm a married woman who committed adultery shortly after getting married. In hindsight, the first time I came to close to cheating happened under my husband's orchestration…

I lay on a lounge chair by an empty pool as two strong men arranged me into different poses. The overwhelming sensations were like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I couldn't help tensing. My back arched and trembled before collapsing again.

Before losing consciousness, I thought, "I'm sorry, honey!"

…

My name was Tracy Sandler, and I'd recently gotten married. When I thought about it, I realized that the first time I came close to having an affair happened under my husband, Chuck Bowden's orchestration.

There was a period when he was addicted to a game. He used a female character and often pretended to be a woman to ask the bigwigs in our city for tools and weapons.

Once, this backfired on him. The person he asked for help insisted on having a video call to prove he was the person he pretended to be. Otherwise, he wouldn't help anymore.

Only then did I find out Chuck had been using my photos to trick these people. He kept begging me to agree to the video call so he wouldn't blow his cover.

Initially, I was against it. However, I gave in to Chuck's pleading and reluctantly agreed. I was startled when the call connected. It turned out the man who'd been playing with Chuck was a strong and handsome young man. His torso was bare as he lay on the bed; I could vaguely see his washboard abs.

He sat up when he saw me and propped himself on the bed. The action made his arm muscles ripple.

This was my first time seeing such a well-built man, and it didn't help that he kept aiming the camera at his abs, whether accidentally or on purpose. He also kept calling me "babe", which embarrassed me. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze.

He appraised me for a while. He started off with a compliment on my looks. Then, he said, "I have a better tool for you. Do you want it?"

I asked, "What is it?"

He said something that I couldn't understand. Before I could say anything, Chuck gave me a covetous look from behind the camera. He kept waving his hands and gesturing for me to agree.

This time, however, the man had a condition. He wanted me to lift my nightgown and show him my body. Otherwise, he wouldn't give Chuck the tool.

I was angry and embarrassed; I wanted to shoot him down. However, Chuck begged me and mouthed, "He just wants to see your body. It's okay."

This upset me. I was on a video call with a complete stranger—Chuck was practically selling me off to him for the sake of his game!

My blood boiled, and I lifted my nightgown in a fit of rage. However, I'd forgotten that it was easy for one to act rashly in the heat of the moment. I forgot that Chuck and I had just had a romp in the sheets—I wasn't wearing anything underneath my nightgown.

The man on the other end of the line whistled. He exclaimed excitedly, "You have a smoking body, babe!"

Chuck showed no intention of making me put my nightgown down. Instead, he stared at the back of the phone, seemingly worried that the man would go back on his word and refuse to give him the tool.

This angered me more. I wanted to piss him off, so I suppressed my embarrassment and stood there, allowing the man to admire my body for as long as he wanted. I only put down my nightgown when he'd had his fill.

To tell the truth, I felt a little excited throughout the whole thing. However, I was still scared when the man aimed the camera at his groin. I immediately ended the video call.

Chuck was excited when he saw me put down the phone. I didn't know whether it was because he'd finally gotten the tool of his dreams or because of something else, but he pounced on me and pinned me to the bed. That day was the first time he'd ever gotten it back up in such a short time.

For some reason, the memory of the stranger's abs kept appearing in my mind. It was much more alluring than Chuck's beer belly.

The following day, Chuck was out. I lay on the bed and was about to start watching a show when my phone rang. That man was video-calling me again.

Only then did I realize I'd forgotten to block him. I rejected the call and was about to block him when I saw he'd sent me several photos. They were all close-ups of his body, and there were also some photos of him with different beautiful women.

When I saw how sated the women looked post-coital, my mind started wandering. I could imagine how amazing he was in bed.

It'd be great if I were one of those women. It had been such a long time since I'd felt conquered by a man!

For whatever reason, I didn't block the stranger. He didn't try to video-call me anymore. Instead, he would send some sexy photos to me every night.