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Growing up you were taught to always trust your gut feeling. Always follow your first mind. Listen to your intuition. So when something is wrong you know. Natasha arranged for the children to go over to her mother's house for the night. Something you assumed was a diversion for her to plan something nice for the two of you. It made you happy to know she was still trying and that she still believed in you. So, you leave work early. You pack up your suitcase and shut down your computer for the night. You dismissed your staff sending them home with good wishes and a promise to see them tomorrow. Late tomorrow if things go well.
You've been neglecting Natasha. Leaving her alone often during the past few months. You've been fighting more often. Sleeping away from home. It's been a rough patch and you're hoping tonight you can fix things between the two of you. You want your family. They mean everything to you. Natasha means everything to you.
When you think of her your heart smiles. It's such a cheesy and cliche thing to say and she would definitely tease you for it if you said it aloud. Which is why you think it to yourself. You can't wait to get home and smother her with love. Natasha. She's always been it for you. You decide to stop by the grocery store to pick up flowers and a cheap wine that Natasha will complain about but drink nonetheless. Sometimes the cheap stuff tasted better than the expensive. It's something you two always joked about when you first start dating. God, you can't wait to get home to her.
You race home, doing the speed limit of course, as you can't help but wonder what she's doing right now. Did she cook for you? Is she wearing something special? Maybe she's wearing that red dress you like. You know the one. Spaghetti straps, plunging necklined, sequined. Hugs her in all of the right places. Maybe she'll wear her hair in a ponytail just to feel you pull it later on. The nerves of tonight overshadow your excitement of the day. Tonight wasn't just about sex. It's about reconnecting with your wife.
When you pull into the driveway you don't recognize the other car parked out front. It could be any one of the neighbors or their friends. You don't think anything of it. The only thing on your mind is Natasha. You don't bother with your suitcase, only the wine, and the flowers, red roses, you picked up from the store for her. You're two steps into the kitchen when your entire world shatters. Much like the glass slipping from your hands at the sight in front of you.
Her pants, her moans, her passion being given to someone that isn't you. She seems to be enjoying it. The way his hands clutch onto her hips possessively. How he groans into her ear, no doubt feeling how tight she is wrapped around him, the way she locks her legs around his to keep herself upright.
"Yes, fuck!" Natasha cries out as her lips skate over his ear. Her hands travel and clutch at his back as he drills into her. Her hair was barely in its ponytail. You stand frozen in place, watching them make love, watching him make love to your wife. She's wearing a red dress. It's pushed up far enough to see the garter.
The champagne bottle that seemed to be dropping in slow motion finally crashes to the ground startling them both as Richard pulls out of her. Natasha's eyes fly open. She makes eye contact with you and all you can do is stare.
You wanted to make things up with her.
Seems you've already lost her.