Dave was sitting on the sofa, grabbing a few minutes of space to check the football scores whilst preparing dinner and helping with homework. Not for the first time, he wondered if it was really necessary for his seven year old son to print out quite so many pictures of footballers for his project on famous people.
He could hear his four year old daughter Emily dancing in the living room. It was peaceful. The dinner was on, homework was done and the kids weren’t fighting with each other. His wife was out at a business meeting. She had this new client who wanted her to rebrand her shop and there seemed to be a lot of meetings to decide what she wanted.
He was quite proud of his wife. She worked so hard, putting so many hours into developing her business. Sure she got on his nerves. Their sex life had really taken a nosedive after Emily was born but he supposed familiarity breeds contempt and all that. He had just pulled his phone out of his pocket when Emily came into the room carrying her tablet.
“Daddy, I can’t get the video of Mummy saying ‘I love you’ to play any more.”
“What’s that, honey?”
Dave took the tablet from his daughter and looked at it. There was a video of his wife but the wheel was spinning.
“It’s just the wifi is slow, honey. It’ll play in a minute.”
Just then the clip started playing again. Dave looked at it in confusion. His wife, Caroline, was sitting naked on a bed he didn’t recognise. She was grinning and then spoke to the camera.
“I love you. Now come over here and show me how much you love me.”
Dave gripped the tablet tighter as an attractive blonde crawled onto the bed and kissed her.
“Daddy, can I have my tablet back… Daddy?”
Dave stood up and walked away from his daughter’s pleading. He watched as his wife and another woman kissed and cuddled on a bed. He looked at the video duration; 44 minutes and 22 seconds. He jumped forward on the timeline and leant against the wall as he saw the other woman between his wife’s legs. He watched as his wife squirmed, telling this woman to fuck her harder. He jumped forward again. His wife was now eating the woman out. He jumped to near the end. His wife and the other woman lying cuddling, stroking each other’s hair as they lay on the bed. He watched until the woman crawled to the camera and turned it off.
Dave navigated out of the video clip and saw the video was in a folder called Annabelle. There were at least a dozen video files and a ton of pictures. He opened a couple at random and saw they were of the woman he’d seen on the bed.
He scrolled through them. He heard his daughter complaining to her brother that Daddy had stolen her tablet but he couldn’t stop looking. There were pictures of his wife, selfies, some naked, some clothed. There were pictures of this other woman too, often semi-naked, teasing, titillating. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t. Picture after picture. Some were of his wife at work, pulling her jeans down or her top up, flashing for the camera, others seemed to be in bars and hotel rooms.
Despite himself, despite the hurt, anger and humiliation, he could feel his cock harden in his jeans. The little video clips were the worst. He watched a video of his wife unbuttoning her jeans and sliding her hand inside her knickers, then pulling her finger out and painting her juices on her lips.
He carried the tablet to the bathroom and locked the door. His hand dropped, rubbing his shaft through his jeans as he continued to scroll through this illicit collection. As he watched this other woman turn her back to the camera and slide her yoga pants down her legs, he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped his hand inside his boxer shorts.
‘What the fuck am I doing?’ he wondered as he began to wank to the illicit collection. His fingers moved in time to the grainy handheld footage of this mystery woman sliding two fingers in and out of her wet dripping pussy. He could hear the sound. The squelch squelch squelch as she fucked herself for his wife’s entertainment.
He stood in the bathroom, holding the tablet with one hand as he wanked his cock and came. The arc of hot cum sailing through the air to splatter on the toilet seat and drip into the bowl as he watched his wife kissing another woman. He stood, feeling ashamed. The spent force that had driven him to orgasm watching his wife and her lover left him feeling drained and empty. He wiped his shrivelling cock with a square of toilet tissue and rebuttoned his jeans and washed his hands.
Navigating out of the Annabelle folder, he realised he had access to his wife’s entire google drive. He did a quick search to see if there were other similar folders with different names but there didn’t seem to be any. Annabelle seemed to be the only one.
How the fuck had this happened, he wondered, and then he realised. His wife had used her gmail account to set up their daughter’s tablet. She usually used her company email for everything and this seemed to be a seldom used account. The few emails in the inbox were all juke mails from clothes shops and restaurants.
He didn’t know what to do. As he went back into the kitchen to stir the pasta sauce for dinner, he felt the rage rising again. Questions flooded his head. “Was he not good enough?’, “Did she not love him any more?’, ‘Was this it?’
He served up the kids dinner, telling Emily that he couldn’t get the movie to play again and her tablet was broken but he’d fix it and it would be working in the morning. She seemed to take this in good humour and proceeded to tell him all about the tea party she had arranged with her seven cuddly toys and how the barbie doll wasn’t coming because she was too busy at work.
‘Where have I heard that line before?’ Dave pondered, wondering just how many of those meetings were really meetings and which were just an excuse to fuck other women.
His thoughts were interrupted by the key turning in the lock and both kids jumped down from the table to run and greet his wife.
When she staggered into the kitchen, a child clinging to each leg, Dave found he didn’t have the energy to pretend.
“Why don’t you leave Mummy alone and go and watch some telly. It’ll be bedtime soon.”
Caroline saw there was something wrong and quickly shooed the kids out of the room and closed the door.
“What is it honey, are you ok?” Caroline took a step towards him, her hand reached out to stroke his head. He brushed her hand away and stood up.
Caroline flinched. Her mouth opened but no words came out. She was shocked at his behaviour. She couldn’t remember him ever acting like that before.
Dave glared at her. “Did you have a good meeting? Productive, was it? Was it Annabelle you were meeting?”
Caroline’s eyes widened in confusion. “Yes, yes we did,” she stammered, “It was Annabelle. I told you, I’m rebranding her shop.”
“I bet it was good. She seems to take a hands-on approach in meetings.”
Dave handed the tablet to her with the clip of Caroline and Annabelle in bed together playing on the screen. Caroline’s hand flew to her mouth as she recognised the clip.
“You stupid fucking whore,” Dave snarled. “I’ve seen everything. The photos, the videos. You fucking slut. I’m stuck here at home, looking after the kids, feeding them, doing the homework, playing house while you’re out there fucking around like some whore.”
“At least Annabelle can make me cum.”
The moment the words were out of Caroline’s mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. Dave’s eyes flashed and he swung for her. His hand slapped across the side of her head.
Everything went fuzzy for a second as Caroline felt herself crumple in slow motion. Her body slammed into the table, knocking her handbag to the floor as she fell against the kitchen chairs.
Dave was immediately contrite. “Oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry,” he pleaded as Caroline picked herself up. One hand gripped the back of the chair, giving her some support while she gingerly raised her other hand to the side of her face.
Almost in a daze, Caroline touched her face, then looked at her fingers. Relieved there was no blood, she stared at her hand for a few seconds then brought her eyes up to look at Dave.