Chapter 6
Jack
I am feeling very fidgety as I wait for Margo to come home. From the things that Irine said to me today I feel very uncertain about my marriage. I have heard about the seven year itch thing. But is that what this is? Does Margo feel lacking in some way that I cannot give to her?
Once again, Margo has no makeup on when she comes into the house. Her hair seems wet and is in a ponytail. “Why is you hair wet? Did you just take a shower somewhere?” I gasp when I wonder why she would need a shower.
“Yes-Yes…it takes that long because I had to model several dozen different outfits,” Margo said in a defensive tone of voice. “I bet Mr. Loverboy photographer loves seeing you in all of those outfits that barely cover anything,” I rasp.
“What-what are you trying to accuse me of?” Margo gasps.
I swear I can hear fear in her voice. “You have spent over 18 hours with a man I have never met.
You have been dressed in sexier clothes than you have ever worn for me.
What do you think I think? I raised my voice and now I can see fear on her face.
“Look, I am doing a modeling job and I can prove it,” Margo finally raises her voice like I did. She opens her huge purse and hands me a large manilla envelope.
In the couple of dozen photos that spill out of the envelope, there are photos of Margo in various stages of undress till finally she is on a couch of some sort on her knees in just her underwear.
Instantly, I remember that the dress she had been wearing and those underwear were what she wore to work last Friday. Then I recognize that she is not in a studio. She is on a boat.
“You fucking mean to tell me that you were alone with a man on a boat in just your fucking panties and bra? You really expect me to believe that nothing happened in 6 hours except photos?” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“Fuck you Margo…I don’t believe a fucking word you have said to me since Friday night,” I yelled again.
In a rage, I run out of the house and jump into my BMW SUV.
I have no idea where I am going as I leave our home in Renton.
I drive across I-90 west into Seattle. I end up in the coffee shop I visited earlier today with my friends.
On a lark, I call Irina. After all, she said I could call her anytime I want.
Irina: It this really Jack? My Jack?
Jack: I would suppose it is. I am the one who has your phone number on my cell.
Irina: What has happened? Has something happened with you and your wife?
Jack: Margo spent another 7 hours with that photographer today. She tried to convince me that she is just modeling. But when she showed me her original photos, she was on a yacht somewhere alone with him in her underwear.
Irina: We need to see each other Jack. I was made aware of something today that I need to share with you before you make any decisions concerning your wife and your marriage.
Jack: Text me your address and I’ll be right over.
It only took ten minutes to drive from the coffee shop to Irinas small mansion in Queen Anne. It is in a gated community and it is quite new looking.
Come in Jack. You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of you coming in my front door,” Irina greeted me at the front door.
She emphasized the feeling with a kiss on the cheek as I came into the house.
“I’m pretty sure that Margo is cheating on me,” I told Irina.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a lot more than just that,” she answered.
Irina is wearing a floor length chiffon robe. It is white and nearly transparent. I am pretty sure that she is naked underneath. She leads me to a lounge room sort of space.
There are several decanters of various liquors in a place that looks like a wet bar. She pours some amber fluid into two tumblers and bring one over to me where I am seated on a huge couch pit. I find out right away that it is brandy in the tumblers.
After a sip of her brandy, Irina tells me she’ll be back in a moment.
Two minutes later she returns with a laptop.
She sets in on the coffee table in front of the couch and open it.
“Roger called me this after and told me about this sight. He said he didn’t have the courage to tell you about this,” Irian announced.
When she powered up her laptop, she opened a porn site that was called “Jezebel Housewives.” In my mind, I wonder why she has brought up a porn site.
“Roger confided that he likes to surf porn sites since his wife is such a prude sex wise. He found this site this afternoon and thought you would want to see this.” Irina told me.
Irina clicked some thumb drive icons and a particular site popped up.
The name of this site was called Marvelous Married Margo.
As that title sank in, I photo popped up on the site that was Margo sitting on that same couch in the photos that Margo showed me this afternoon. Except she is naked in this photo.
Irina moved further into the site and clicked on a porn scene called, “Wife with a 7 year itch.” I was incredulous that the video started with the exact scene I had seen in her photos.
I watched in horror as my wife removed her panties and got back on the couch on her knees. Moments later, a naked man came forward and buried his face in Margo’s ass and pussy.
The man, who I assume is the photographer named Brandon, ate her ass ravenously for several minutes. “I have to have you,” he suddenly called out and then slammed forward plunging his cock into Margos juicy wet pussy.
My balls feel like they are twisted up into my gut while I watch Margo getting fucked on that yacht. Just like I suspected earlier today. Quickly, I downloaded that site on my cell phone and brought up that scene and then sent it as a video text to Margo. “I was right,” I wrote in the dialogue box.
The second video was of Margo being fucked savagely by three very large black men in what looked like a garage scene. I watched in agony as the three men fucked my wife brutally.
When the man she was sucking came, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her face and breasts.
When the man fucking her pussy drained his balls in her pussy, the camera took a close up of the thick jizz drooling out of her pussy.
The man fucking her ass pried her as wide gaping open so his cum would plop out in clumps onto the floor beneath her ass.
“You need to swallow some of that brandy, Jack,” Irina told me in her delicious Russian accent. Her voice snapped me out of the trance I’d been in watching my wife get fucked by four different men. I noticed that Brandon had also been in the second scene after the black fells left.
I gulped down the entire 4oz of brandy in my cup. I felt the fire descend all the way into my stomach. I felt a warmth inside as I looked at Irina and the beautiful body that is exposed to me.
“I’m sorry to be the one who brought this to you,” Irina told me softly.
“I want you to know that I plan to take you away from that whore.” For a moment I felt offended by that word.
But then I realized that she is getting paid for those sex scenes which means she is getting paid for sex.
Yes! She is a whore. To be exact, a porn whore.
“I will not be able to live with that slut anymore,” I announced what flashed across my mind. “That’s okay Jack. I have five bedrooms here and a room you could use as your writing den. You can come live with me. That will let us get to know each other better,” Irina suggested.
“You’re…You’re sure you want me to live here? I keep odd hours,” I inquire. “So do I Hun. We can keep our odd hours together,” she answered. “Well, I guess I will go home tomorrow and move all my stuff over here while Margo is at work,” I stated.
We had no pretenses that night. We stripped naked and fucked like mating dogs. “I claim you as mine,” she said when we finished. “Then I claim you as mine as well.