Cade's fingers trembled as he gripped the cold metal door handle. The neon sign above cast a sickly red glow across his face, illuminating the beads of sweat on his brow. He sucked in a shaky breath, steeling himself.
"You don't have to do this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the muffled thump of music from inside. But even as the words left his lips, he knew it was a lie. The compulsion that had driven him here night after night was too strong to resist.
With a final moment of hesitation, Cade pushed open the door and slipped inside. The heavy air hit him like a wall – thick with smoke and the sour tang of spilled beer. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting as he scanned the room, heart pounding.
There – an empty booth in the back corner, shrouded in shadow. Perfect. Cade made his way over, sliding onto the cracked vinyl seat. From here, he had a clear view of most of the bar while remaining hidden from sight.
The bartender caught his eye. "Whiskey. Neat," Cade called out, his voice rough. As he waited for his drink, he took in the scene before him.
Bodies pressed close together on the small dance floor, swaying to the pulsing beat. The clinking of glasses punctuated bursts of raucous laughter. At the bar, a man with a thick beard was regaling his companions with an animated story, gesticulating wildly.
Cade's gaze darted from face to face, searching. Where were they? His palms grew slick with sweat as the tension built in his chest. He had to find them.
The whiskey arrived, and Cade took a long swallow, relishing the burn. "Get it together," he muttered to himself. "You knew what you were getting into."
But did he really? How had he ended up here, night after night, a voyeur to his own humiliation? The thought made his stomach churn even as a familiar heat built low in his belly.
Cade forced himself to take slow, deep breaths. He would find them soon enough. And then... what? Confront them? Continue to watch from the shadows? He wasn't sure which prospect terrified him more.
For now, all he could do was wait. And so Cade settled deeper into the booth, eyes ever-watchful, as the night unfolded around him.
Cade's breath caught in his throat as he finally spotted them. There, at the far end of the bar, Lila and Jake stood close together, their bodies nearly touching. The sight of his wife with another man sent a jolt of pain through Cade's chest, even as a perverse thrill coursed through his veins.
Lila threw her head back, laughing at something Jake had said. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and Cade's fingers twitched with the memory of running through those silky strands. Jake leaned in, a predatory grin on his face as he whispered something in Lila's ear.
"Bastard," Cade muttered, his grip tightening on his glass. He watched as Lila's hand came to rest on Jake's muscular arm, her fingers tracing small circles on his skin.
The urge to storm over and confront them was overwhelming. Cade's mind raced with possibilities. He could march up to Jake, punch that smug grin off his face. He could grab Lila, demand to know why she was doing this to him. Instead, he remained rooted to his spot, shame and desire warring within him.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Cade thought, taking another swig of whiskey. The condensation from the glass dripped onto his trembling hand. "I should leave. I should forget about her."
But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him. Jake's hand slid down to the small of Lila's back, pulling her closer. Cade's body responded traitorously, a familiar heat building despite the ache in his chest.
"God, Lila," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the thrum of the music. "What have we become?"
The pulsing beat of the music seemed to pull Lila and Jake towards the dance floor like a magnet. Cade's eyes followed their every move as they weaved through the crowd, Jake's hand possessively guiding Lila by the waist.
As they reached the center of the floor, Lila turned to face Jake, her arms snaking around his neck. Their bodies began to move in perfect synchronicity, hips swaying to the sultry rhythm. Cade's breath caught in his throat as he watched them, transfixed.
"Jesus," he muttered, unable to look away.
Lila's head tipped back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. Jake's lips ghosted along her skin, and Cade could almost hear her soft gasp over the music. His own body responded, a flush creeping up his neck.
"Why am I doing this to myself?" Cade thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. Yet he remained rooted to the spot, helpless to stop watching.
Jake's hands roamed freely over Lila's body, tracing curves Cade knew intimately. As they gyrated together, the air between them seemed to crackle with electricity. Cade's skin prickled with a potent mixture of shame and arousal.
"I should leave," he whispered to himself, even as his eyes remained glued to the couple. "This is sick."
But he couldn't move. The voyeuristic thrill held him captive, his body betraying him with every passing moment. Cade's breathing grew ragged, his pants uncomfortably tight as he watched his wife writhe against another man.
"God help me," he thought, "I can't look away."
The music swelled, matching the intensity of Cade's roiling emotions. His fingers dug into his thighs as he watched Lila and Jake's dance transform into something more primal, more intimate. Their bodies pressed impossibly closer, the space between them evaporating like mist in the sun.
"Fuck," Cade hissed through gritted teeth, his arousal warring with the searing pain in his chest.
Lila's hand snaked up Jake's neck, tangling in his hair. In one fluid motion, she pulled him down, crushing her lips against his. The kiss was deep, passionate, hungry – everything Cade remembered and more.
His mind reeled, bombarded by memories of Lila's kisses. The softness of her lips, the taste of her tongue, the little sounds she'd make when he'd—
"No," he growled, shaking his head to clear the thoughts.
But it was futile. As Jake's hands roamed Lila's body, Cade's traitorous mind superimposed his own memories over the scene. He could almost feel her skin under his palms, hear her breathless whispers in his ear.
"God, Lila," he thought, a lump forming in his throat. "How could you do this to us?"
The pain of betrayal lanced through him, sharp and bitter. Yet, as he watched Jake's tongue sweep into Lila's mouth, a perverse thrill shot through Cade's body. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, shame and arousal twisting together in his gut.
"What's wrong with me?" he wondered, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle. "Why does this turn me on?"
The realization hit him like a physical blow. This new, twisted desire was taking root, feeding on his humiliation and pain. And as Lila moaned into Jake's mouth, loud enough for Cade to hear over the music, he knew he was helplessly, irrevocably hooked.
Cade stumbled out of the bar, the cool night air a shock against his flushed skin. His legs felt unsteady as he made his way across the parking lot, his mind reeling from what he'd just witnessed.
"I can't... I can't..." he muttered, fumbling with his car keys.
Finally managing to unlock the door, Cade all but fell into the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut, cutting off the distant sounds of music and laughter from the bar. The silence inside the car was deafening.
"What the hell is happening to me?" Cade wondered aloud, his voice shaky.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady himself. But the images of Lila and Jake together refused to fade from his mind. Their passionate embrace, the way Lila's body molded to Jake's...
Cade's breath came in short, ragged gasps. He squeezed his eyes shut, but that only made the mental pictures more vivid.
"Stop it," he growled, but his body had other ideas.
With shaking hands, Cade reached for his phone, opening the app that connected him to Lila's life. His heart pounded in anticipation as he scrolled through and found a photo of Lila and him sun tanning on the beach during their last vacation. Then in his mind the photo transformed, there she was, in the arms of Jake, their naked bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
His hand moved of its own accord, reaching down to palm himself through his jeans. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through his body, and Cade couldn't hold back a low moan.
"This is wrong," he thought, even as he unzipped his fly. "But God help me, I can't stop."
His hand curled around his rock-hard erection, pumping himself roughly. The memory of Lila's moans that were once for him but now belong to Jake. The look of ecstasy on her face as she orgasmed for Jake played on loop in his mind.
"Lila," he gasped, his hips bucking in time with his hand's movements. "Oh, Lila..."
The pressure built inexorably, the image of his wife with another man the fuel that stoked the fire within him.
"Fuck," Cade groaned as he felt the familiar heat coiling in his balls. "I'm so close."
In a last-ditch effort to regain some control, Cade forced his other hand to stop his ministrations. He stared down at his wedding ring, the silver band catching the dim light inside the car.
"I love you, Lila," he whispered, but even as the words left his mouth, his resolve crumbled.
With a shaky breath, Cade finished himself off.
Cum spurted out in thick, hot ropes, landing in his other palm. Cade's orgasm was intense, tearing through his body like a wildfire. But even as the pleasure ebbed, a wave of revulsion and disgust crashed over him .
"What have I done?" he asked himself, staring at the evidence of his betrayal. "What am I becoming?"
In that moment, Cade knew the truth he'd been avoiding. His arousal was now inextricably linked to the humiliation of being cuckolded, of watching the woman he loved with all his heart in the arms of another man.
"I'm a disgrace," he whispered, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a ton of bricks.
A sick, twisted part of his mind relished the thought of the control Lila now had over him, of the power she wielded every time she lay with another man. Cade shuddered at the thought of her naked body, slick with another man's sweat, her moans filling the air.
"I need more," he whispered, the realization both horrifying and exhilarating.
With shaking hands, Cade cleaned up the evidence of his shame, tucking the soiled napkin into his glove box. He started the car and pulled away from the bar and drove home.