Lesya - 婚礼上的背叛

I was sitting in our bedroom in San Diego, the light from the window falling on the bed where Jake and I sleep every night. My phone camera was set up on a tripod, the red recording light already blinking. I ran my fingers over my smooth thighs, spread my legs slightly, and smiled into the lens.

"Hey, baby..." I began softly, almost a whisper. "It's me, Lesya. Your wife. Your little nympho. I finally decided to tell you what's been spinning in my head for four years. Remember our wedding in Cabo? That gorgeous oceanfront resort? You swore eternal fidelity in front of all our guests, and I... I was already your dirty little whore back then."

I ran my palm over my chest, feeling my nipples instantly harden under the thin fabric of my robe. My voice dropped lower, my breathing deeper.

"It all started the night before. You went out with your buddies to hit the bar, and I stayed in the room. But I wasn't alone. Remember that tall bartender from the resort restaurant? The one with the tattoo on his neck? He came in to 'check the mini-bar.' We didn't even talk. I just dropped to my knees right there by the bed and took him in my mouth. He was so thick... I could barely breathe while he held my hair and fucked my throat. He came right on my tongue. I swallowed every drop and went down to dance with you like nothing happened. You even asked why my cheeks were so flushed. I said it was the champagne."

I smiled at the memory, tracing my fingers along the inside of my thigh, slowly, as if feeling that tremor all over again.

“第二天，仪式结束后，我们在花园里拍照时，我告诉你我要去补个妆。其实我去了地下水疗中心。两个男人在等我。是你某个同事的朋友。他们知道我是谁。知道我刚刚结婚。这才是让他们兴奋到不行的原因……其中一个把我按在桑拿房的墙上，撩起我的裙子，没有任何前戏就直接插了进来。我咬着嘴唇，生怕叫得太大声。另一个就站在旁边，抚摸着我的脸，低声说：‘你可真是个下贱的新娘。’他们交换了位置。一个接一个。我站在他们中间高潮了两次。我的腿抖得厉害，差点摔倒。他们完事之后，我感觉到他们的精液慢慢顺着我的大腿往下流。我只是把内裤拉上去，回到你身边。你搂住我的腰，说我是世界上最美的妻子。而我微笑着，心里想着我他妈的有多兴奋。”

我再也坐不住了。手指不由自主地滑进睡袍下面，抚上我湿漉漉的肉缝。我对着镜头轻轻吐出一口气。

"And that night... after you fell asleep, happy and drunk, I slipped out of the room. There was a third guy waiting for me in the hotel lobby. The photographer who shot our wedding. We went out to his car in the parking lot. It was cramped and dark. He sat me down on his cock, and I rode him like a woman possessed. He gripped my hips and kept saying, 'Your husband is asleep right now while you're fucking me.' I came so hard I almost hit my head on the car roof. Then he came inside me. Deep. I went back to the room, lay down next to you, and felt his cum slowly leaking out of me onto our wedding sheets."

I closed my eyes, my fingers moving faster, but I held back. I wanted to finish the story.

“杰克……这让我彻底疯了。你穿着礼服站在那里，那么真诚，那么深情，而我在二十四小时里已经被三个不同的男人填满了。我觉得自己简直是个变态。现在也还是。所以我才为你录下这段，我的绿帽老公。让你知道。让你又硬起来，就像我第一次告诉你其他男人的事时那样。”

I pulled my hand away, adjusted my robe, and looked straight into the camera with a soft, almost guilty smile.

"I love you, Jake. I really do. But I can't live without this. And neither can you. Call me when you watch this. We'll talk about it... in detail. I'm already soaking wet just thinking about how you'll breathe into the phone and ask for every dirty detail."

我凑近镜头，送出一个飞吻，低声说：

“我在等你的电话，宝贝……”