Chronicles of a Married Sex Addict: Pictures, Presents, and Porn (Book One, Part Seventeen)

Well, that was awkward, and so was that, and that too.

**Author’s note: This is part seventeen in a series of articles. To start from the beginning, go to https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-sex-addict-the-beginning-7a8b72d29a86. Missed a story? Go to the chapter listing page: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-chapter-listing-5cf51f0d2715**

I looked at my phone briefly to see who had been messaging me. It was Lily, and there was a series of texts. I popped open the text window and there was a picture of Ben from earlier that day. He was with a woman I didn’t know. They were sitting at a coffee shop, which was weird on it’s own because Ben hates coffee. Then, I read the messages from Lily.

Lily: “Do you know who this is? I’ve never seen Ben here before and I don’t know her. He doesn’t work, so it’s not like it’s a work friend.”

I scrolled down further and there was another picture of his hand on hers from cross the table.

Lily: “Yes, he is holding her hand and I’m trying to resist the urge to walk up on them.”

Another picture came up. This time he was kissing her goodbye. My heart sank a bit. I knew he was cheating on me. He had certain mannerisms when he did that made it obvious. It’s how I justified to myself being with Jack and whomever else I wanted to. This time was different. Now, I had proof… What to do with the proof was the real question. Should I confront him and get a divorce finally, or just keep this to myself and keep the family together for the girls? I messaged Lily back.

Me: “Thanks for not making a scene and thanks for the evidence. We both knew this was happening, so I’m not surprised.”

Lily: “What are you going to do?”

Me: “Not ruin Christmas. I’m going to sit on it and think about the best approach.”

That ultimately explained why he wanted sex. I read a lot about infidelity when I suspected him early into our marriage. It’s common for a cheater to want sexual gratification from their main partner when they start a new affair because they aren’t confident in themselves yet with the new person. I finished getting ready and decided to email the final picture to Jack with the caption: “So I guess I get an open marriage?” He emailed me back.

Jack: “Well, just come fuck me. You already knew he was doing that.”

Me: “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve. Do you have any free time?”

Jack: “We’re open until noon tomorrow. I don’t have to be anywhere until three. I’ve missed you.”

Me: “I’ve missed you, too. See you at noon.”

And with that, I went about my day like nothing happened. I actually felt relieved because, in my own twisted mind, I felt like it gave me permission to do what I wanted, and I wanted Jack. So, I stored the pictures away and looked forward to seeing Jack tomorrow. I distanced myself from Ben and showed no interest in his pretend affection. “Go fuck your girlfriend” is what I wanted to say, but I didn’t. Instead, I just waited to go fuck my boyfriend. I’m a hypocrite, sue me.

Fast forward to Christmas Eve. I told Ben I had to get a final present and left to see Jack. I got there ten minutes after the store closed and the parking lot was empty. He let me inside and the store was a lot different. He had started packing for the move and this was the last day the store was open in its current location. I walked down the aisle where we had sex on the shelf (read it here: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-sex-addict-the-next-time-part-six-3f2dd20247e3) and felt a sense of nostalgia. He followed and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

Jack: “Yeah, I remember that day too. Still don’t know who walked in on us. We may never know.”

Me: “Maybe it was Ben, or his new girlfriend.”

We laughed together and I honestly just didn’t care. I didn’t care about Ben, his girlfriend, or Jack’s fiancé right now. I just wanted to fuck and forget. Jack kissed my neck slowly and everything around me melted away. He was all I could hear, see, or feel. He squeezed me tight.

Jack: “You’re mine right now, and I want those titties.”

I turned around and started unbuttoning my shirt slowly. He backed up and leaned against the shelf to watch me strip for him. Button by button, I creeped down to the bottom of my shirt, and slid it off my shoulders a bit. Then, I slid my straps down and teased him.

Jack: “You’re my dirty girl.”

I dropped my shirt to the ground and fully exposed my red, glittery nighty that I was hiding under my clothes. I slid my skirt off as he came over to me.

Jack: “Damn, you’re sexy.”

Me: “I try.”

I dropped to my knees as he leaned against the shelf and started unbuttoning his pants. I pulled his throbbing cock out and started swirling my tongue across the head. Never met a man yet that didn’t like that. I slid my nighty down so he could play with my tits while I sucked him off. As I started deep throating him, his damn phone rang. I kept going, much to his delight, and started sucking and licking like never before. It was her. I could hear her shrill voice, whining like normal. I looked up at Jack as he tried to contain himself while talking to her, all while pulling my hair and fucking my mouth.

Finally, he hung up the phone and pulled out. I started to get up and he nudged me back down on top of a bundle of bubble wrap. It was an interesting sensation and lots of little pops as he drilled me on the floor. Every thrust seemed to find another bubble to pop. I chuckled a little with every pop. It was a little awkward, but we both still managed to get off. As we laid there on the popped bubble wrap, Jack looked at me and said, “I have something for you.”

I froze. I have never been good at receiving presents (thinking back to my Mom crying because I wasn’t “grateful” enough with a graduation present she gave me). And, worse yet, I didn’t get him anything. He went behind his counter and grabbed a cute little gift bag. So, I do what any obviously not crazy person would do, I flat out refused to even touch it. He was not happy. I don’t blame him in hindsight. There he was, presenting a token of some type of affection, and I treat him like he tried to give me the plague. On that awkward note, I went home, still to this day having no idea what was in that bag.

The girls would be getting up from their afternoon nap soon, and we would be heading to my parents' house for Christmas Eve dinner. When I got home, the house was quiet still. I headed to my bedroom, and there was Ben, jacking it to some porn on his computer. Of course, I was unfazed, but he jumped up like the bed just caught fire. I shrugged.

Me: “Don’t let me stop you.”

Ben: “Come join me.”

Me: “No, thanks. I’m going to get ready to go before the girls get up.”

Ben: “This is why husbands cheat on their wives. You’re so boring.”

Me: “It’s true the other direction too.”

Ben just ignored me and went back to his solo party. That was the last of the awkward moments for that day… Continue to Part Eighteen: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-cheers-to-a-new-year-part-eighteen-9d2328ecf626

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