Shattered Trust

The locked bedroom door felt like a wall between us. I sat on the couch all night, curled up in shame, Jax’s c*m still slowly leaking out of me while Jimmy slept alone in our marital bed. By morning, my eyes were swollen from crying. I made breakfast for the kids like a zombie, forcing smiles while my mind replayed everything. Jimmy came out dressed for work. He barely looked at me. “We need to talk tonight,” he said coldly. “No more lies.” “I know,” I whispered. “I’ll end it. I swear.” He left without kissing me. As soon as the door closed, my phone rang. Jax. I answered with a trembling voice. “You didn’t come last night,” he growled. “I waited like a fool.” “I couldn’t. Jimmy knows everything. He’s devastated.” Jax laughed darkly. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally grow some balls. Or maybe he’ll realize he can’t satisfy you anymore.” His words sent a forbidden thrill through me despite the guilt. “I need time,” I said weakly. “You have until 8pm tonight. My place. If you don’t show up, I’ll come to your house and tell your husband exactly what kind of w***e his wife really is.” He hung up. I spent the whole day torn apart. I loved Jimmy. I loved our family. But Jax had awakened something primal in me that refused to die. At 7:30pm, I told Jimmy I was going to see my sister for emotional support. He looked at me with dead eyes but didn’t stop me. I drove straight to Jax’s apartment. The moment I stepped inside, he grabbed me and threw me against the wall. “On your knees,” he ordered. I dropped instantly, pulling out his thick c**k and sucking him desperately, as if trying to drown my guilt in filth. Jax f****d my throat hard, then carried me to his bed and destroyed every hole p***y, ass, mouth. He came inside me multiple times, marking me as his. “You’re not leaving tonight,” he said while pounding me in missionary, staring into my eyes. “Tell your husband you’re staying with your sister.” I came so many times I lost count, screaming his name like a prayer. Around 2am, while Jax was f*****g me slowly from behind, spooning me, my phone started ringing nonstop. It was Jimmy. Jax smirked and answered it on speaker. “Hello?” he said casually, still buried deep inside me. There was a long silence. “Who the f**k is this?” Jimmy’s voice was shaking with rage. “The man who’s currently balls-deep in your wife,” Jax replied calmly. “She’s staying the night. Don’t wait up.” I moaned loudly as Jax thrust deep at that moment. Jimmy’s broken voice came through the phone. “Lily-Rose… please… come home.” Tears streamed down my face even as pleasure built inside me again. Jax ended the call and f****d me harder until we both came. The next morning, I woke up in Jax’s arms. My phone had dozens of missed calls and messages from Jimmy. Jimmy: I want a divorce. My heart shattered. I quickly got dressed and rushed home, still smelling like Jax. Jimmy was sitting at the kitchen table, eyes red from crying. The kids were at school. “I can’t do this anymore,” he said quietly. “I created a monster. You’re not the woman I married.” “Jimmy, please…” I fell to my knees in front of him. “I’ll stop. I’ll delete his number. We can go to therapy. I love you.” He looked at me for a long time. Then he stood up and walked to the bedroom. When he came back, he had a suitcase. “I’m staying at a hotel for a few days,” he said. “I need space. Don’t contact me unless it’s about the kids.” As he walked out the door, he paused. “And Lily-Rose?” “Yes?” “If you see him again… don’t bother coming back.” The door slammed behind him. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. My phone buzzed. Jax: Come over. I’ll make you feel better. I stared at the message, completely broken. My marriage was crumbling. My addiction was stronger than ever.