Apart from Natasha’s secret indiscretion with my brother over the next few months, the only progress towards Natasha actually seducing another guy in front of me was limited to a bit of dirty talk during sex. I had a feeling that she might be thinking I was all talk and would get jealous if it really happened, or that I might be jealously testing her to see if she was faithful to me.
I was desperate to tell her that, not only had I seen her fucking my brother, but that it had turned me on more than anything I’d ever known. I was sure she regretted what had happened with him, and over and over I debated the idea of telling her that she had nothing to feel guilty about, that I had even done my best to ensure it had happened by pretending to fall asleep.
In the end, as it had the potential to cause embarrassment within the family, I reluctantly decided it would be better for all concerned if I never let on that I know what happened.
Then, four months after my brother’s visit, something happened that would change things.
Natasha started acting distant towards me. This had been going on for a few weeks, and I was just hoping it would pass by itself. Then arriving after we’d had an uncomfortable time at a party we’d been to, I decided to address the elephant in the room and I asked her why she seemed so unhappy.
She started crying and said that she had cheated on me with a guy who had been working as a temp in her firm. I felt like my heart had been ripped out. I was sure she was going to leave me, and the humiliation and jealousy hit me like a wave. Then, she told me that she loved me more and anything and begged me to forgive her. I couldn’t believe my ears. I was so relieved.