Confront

She mustered her courage, drawing on every bit of strength she had just to speak.

"I followed his finger," she said, voice unsteady, "and finally spotted you leaning back in the corner of the pool, arms draped across the edge. Samantha was standing in front of you, but facing away. It took me a second to register what I was seeing—she had her ass pressed against you, grinding it in slow, suggestive circles."

Roy gently stroked her hair, not daring to interrupt.

"I must've frozen—stopped breathing. I gasped when Renard put his hand on my shoulder. He was standing so close, his breath brushing my skin, his eyes also locked on you two. Then he leaned in and whispered, and I could barely believe what he was saying."

Roy had felt his body responding before, hardening from her touch. She had released him a moment ago, her fingers now lingering between her own thighs.

"He sighed and said, 'Don't blame Roy. I'm sure Samantha started it.' Then his tone turned almost amused. 'Hell, it's a party, isn't it? Nothing wrong with a little fun. And it looks like Roy my Boy is enjoying himself.'"

She exhaled shakily.

"That's when I really looked at you. Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and just beneath the water I could see movement—your hips, your body humping against her fat ass. I even caught a glimpse of your dick rubbing on her butt before both of you sank waist-deep."

"Baby—" Roy began, but she shook her head. He stopped.

"Then I noticed Renard hand. It had been slowly gliding down my back. His lips were right at my ear as he whispered, 'I bet he's inside her. I bet her bikini's pulled to the side and his cock is out through his fly. He's fucking her right there in the pool.'"

Her voice cracked.

"And suddenly, that's what I believed. That she had coaxed your cock out and slid inside herself."

She paused, drew a long breath, and let it out in a tremble.

"So when Renard put his hand on my ass—I didn't stop him."

Roy flinched hard. His hand stopped mid-stroke in her hair. Her hazel eyes met his.

"You understand? I thought you were fucking her right there. With all our friends around. Do you understand?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"Yes," he said softly.

She'd been gripping her thighs so hard her fingers left prints, but now her hands eased.

"So when Renard started squeezing my butt, I just thought—'Serves him right. What's good for the gander is good for the goose.'"

His thoughts spiraled into dark corners, but he didn't speak. He only gave her a reassuring squeeze and kept listening.

"You remember that black one-piece I was wearing? The deep-scooped back? Renard hand slipped under the waistline and onto my bare ass. He whispered, 'God, your ass is so perky and lifted. I love how it's firm yet soft. So fucking tight.'"

Roy's arousal faltered, his cock wilting as the weight of her words sank in—Little Roy didn't like what he was hearing.

"I don't know if I thought it then or if it came to me later, but I've always been a little envious of Samantha's big, round ass. I feel so… small next to her. But to hear a man who gets that ass all the time say he liked my perky one? That actually made me feel… good."

Roy had told her a thousand times that she had the perfect ass, but he understood.

Compliments from a husband didn't land the same way. They came with expectations and familiarity. But when a stranger—or worse, a rival—said it, it hit differently. Harder. Deeper.

He wanted to reach for her now, squeeze that perfect perky butt. But it was out of reach, so he traced slowly, feather-light lines down her back, his fingernails scratching just enough to stir her skin.

"I felt Renard hand pressing in, slipping between my butt cheeks. I'm sure now he was trying to get in deeper, but the tightness of my swimsuit was in his way. I like to think I would've stopped him before it went too far…"

She hesitated, then finished:

"…But then I saw your hand. You put it on her tit. And something different broke in me. Yeah, you were screwing her under the water—only a few people would've noticed that. But her boob? That was above the water. Everyone could see. And you were groping her like your wife didn't exist."

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Author's Note:

ONCE AGAIN Warning – Mature & Controversial Content Ahead

This story contains explicit sexual content, emotional intensity, and themes of NTR (Netori/Netorare). If you are uncomfortable with betrayal, possessive dynamics, or erotic tension involving jealousy and power plays, this may not be the story for you.

It's not intended for light-hearted readers or those seeking wholesome romance.

If these themes disturb you, I recommend stepping away now.

But if you're open to exploring darker, more intense emotional and physical territories—welcome.

You've been warned!