Chapter 3

Walking over to unlock the door, a knot tightened in my chest.

After all, I had just hooked up with another man, and my husband had listened to the entire thing live.

If the reality hit him too hard and he blew up, I’d have no way to defend myself.

Turns out, I was overthinking it.

The moment Logan shoved the door open, he pinned me against the bed.

He had been triggered, but in the exact twisted way we had both hoped for.

The voyeuristic rush had turned him into an insatiable, feral beast.

That session brought both of us a depth of pleasure we had never experienced, not even back in our honeymoon phase.

I felt like I had tasted forbidden fruit. Like an addict, I actually found myself anticipating the next encounter.

Logan was just as hooked.

When it was over, he lit an after-sex cigarette.

Resting his arm around me as we leaned against the headboard, he puffed on his smoke while grilling me about every little detail and sensation from earlier.

The conversation made my face burn with shame, yet my pulse raced wildly.

Logan fed off every single detail.

"How about video next time? I want to see the live footage. That would be insane."

Logan nudged me.

Like a demon whispering temptations into my ear, coaxing me step by step toward the edge of an abyss.

The mere thought of doing it with another man while a camera streamed it live to Logan’s screen made my heart pound against my ribs.

Shame surrendered to desire. As if possessed, I slowly nodded.

It was in that exact moment that I saw the darker side of myself.

My husband found pleasure in being cuckolded.

And I, absurdly, found an unprecedented rush of power and thrill in the act of cheating on him…

To execute the plan flawlessly, Logan went to an electronics market the next day and bought a mini pinhole camera.

Setting something like that up in a motel was risky and inconvenient.

After some brainstorming, we made an even bolder choice.

Our next session would take place right at home.

In our master bedroom.

Hooking up with another man in our marital bed?

The sheer audacity of the idea was dizzyingly thrilling.

That very day, Logan set up the pinhole camera and ran tests. The video feed streamed smoothly over our home Wi-Fi directly to his laptop.

At 7:30 PM, Logan gave me an encouraging wink.

He turned, walked into the guest bedroom, and locked the door from the inside.

Just shy of 8:00 PM, a knock sounded.

Gary had arrived.

He seemed visibly nervous about meeting at my place.

He didn’t even dare hug me upon entering. Glancing nervously around the apartment, he whispered:

"Nikki, Logan won’t suddenly come back, will he?"

"He’s out having drinks with his buddies. Don’t worry."

Reassured, Gary’s cautious demeanor vanished. He scooped me up into his arms, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me straight into the bedroom…