Infidelity

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I always knew my wife was fucking the neighbor.

At least… that’s what I thought.

For months I had been noticing the signs: she came home late, smelled different, avoided looking me in the eyes, and seemed distant. At first I thought it was something hormonal, but every time she left for work, I saw her greet the neighbor with a smile that was way too warm. For me, that was proof enough.

Jealous and hurt, I bought a Clone Pill on the black market. I sent her off for a full day at the spa under the excuse that she needed to relax. The moment she left the house, I transformed into her. My plan was clear: catch the neighbor red-handed, record everything, and have irrefutable proof for the divorce.

The plan worked better than expected. With just a few looks and a couple of insinuations, the neighbor came over to our house. We went straight to the bedroom, where I had the hidden cameras ready. He didn’t suspect a thing. In no time he was undressed, visibly impatient, and without wasting any words he fucked me like an animal.

I’m not gay, but I have to admit — sex as a woman is incredibly pleasurable. I didn’t know whether to blame my wife for cheating on me or to understand why she would choose the neighbor. What the hell was I even thinking?

When we finished the first round, I told him in my wife’s sweet voice:

“I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s over. I’m married and I don’t want anything else to do with you.”

It didn’t work.

His eyes lit up with something dangerous.

“Over?” he growled in a deep voice. “You don’t get to decide that, you slut.”

He ripped off what little clothes I was still wearing. Even though I tried to escape, I only made it to the hallway. Despite my resistance, he penetrated me hard against the wall. My new body was too weak, too sensitive. I tried to explain between moans that I wasn’t her, that it was just a transformation… but every time I said it, he became more brutal, more excited. As if fucking the husband of his lover was an extra turn-on.

For the next six hours he fucked me mercilessly: on the floor, on the table, bent over the sofa. I begged him to stop. I confessed the truth over and over, but that only made him wilder. Even though it stopped being so intense after a while, it was clear my body had betrayed me long ago. Every thrust felt just as pleasurable as the first one.

For the grand finale, he carried me to our marital bed, where he would stain our marriage with his seed.

Then I heard the sound of a car pulling into the garage. My wife had come back earlier than expected.

The neighbor didn’t stop. On the contrary, he put me on all fours and kept pounding me from behind even harder. I was about to cum when the front door opened, and moments later, the bedroom door.

My wife stood frozen in the doorway, keys still in her hand.

“What… what the fuck is this?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

I, still wearing her face and body, panting while the neighbor fucked me without mercy, tried to explain desperately:

“Baby! It’s not what you think! I knew you were sleeping with him! That’s why I took the Clone Pill… I wanted proof… I wanted to catch you!”

My wife blinked. For a second her expression was pure confusion. Then she let out a short, dry, almost incredulous laugh.

“What did you say?”

“That I knew about your affair with the neighbor…” I moaned, trying to keep my voice steady while another deep thrust made me tremble. “That’s why I did this…”

She took a step forward, looking at me with a mix of pity and contempt.

“I never slept with him. Not even once.”

The world stopped.

“…What?”

“Nothing ever happened between us. You were the one who was always paranoid, the one imagining things. I just needed some space because I couldn’t stand your sick jealousy anymore.” Her eyes dropped to where the neighbor was still fucking me without stopping. “And now look at you. The only one getting fucked by the neighbor… is you.”

I felt my face (her face) burn red with shame. I tried to speak, but only a treacherous moan escaped when the neighbor gave me a particularly hard thrust, followed by a wave that made me cum with every push. He finished by pressing my head down against the mattress with his thick hand, a position that clearly showed his dominance over me.

My wife slowly shook her head as she watched me moan on another man’s cock.

“Forget it. This is the last straw. I can’t live with someone who doesn’t trust me, and even less with a jealous cheater. I want a divorce.”

She turned around and started walking away, but before disappearing down the hallway, she added without even looking at me:

“And please… when you’re done cumming like a whore in our hallway, pack your things. I don’t want to see you when I get back.”

The neighbor chuckled softly against my ear, never pulling out of me.

“You really thought we were having an affair… She always seemed hot to me, but now that I have you, I don’t need her anymore. And since you have nowhere to go… how about you come live with me? We can have a lot more fun, darling. I promise I’ll treat you well… as long as you treat me well.”

Epilogue

I’m an idiot.

I betrayed the trust of the woman I loved because of my own toxic jealousy. Now I live in the neighbor’s house, getting fucked like a slut with the face of the woman I used to love.

Every time he has me in his bed, I can see my reflection in the bedroom mirror: my ex-wife’s face looking back at me while I moan and cum over and over. That image haunts me as a constant reminder of my failure.

“Yes… like that… faster…” I beg between moans, unable to stop myself.

The neighbor laughs, grabs my hair, and picks up the pace.

“Looks like you really are my whore now… You don’t even need the disguise anymore. No more lies. No more jealousy. No more infidelity.”

This is all that’s left.