User blog:NightmareAura/I found you secret... WWYD by GNAL.LUI-DJ

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Be married to a Succubus, you're at home waiting her return from the airport, you're on the pc watching a xxx website and found a suspicious video in there, when you clicked on it you clearly recognized your wife in the video, it's a homemade tape where she is sitting on a hotel bed and a man at her side, the man lays your wife on the bed, spreads her legs and begins to penetrate her, then another one comes from behind and puts his dick in her mouth as she gives him a blowjob, during the video you lost the count about how many positions they done or how many times they came inside her pussy and mouth, you found more videos in the same page with your wife on them, your vision becomes hazy with tears, so this is what she's been doing in those "business trips" you never expected such thing from her

WWYD?

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No matter how many times I tell myself that couldn’t possibly be her, a part of me can’t deny the uncanny resemblance to my wife this succubus has. I…I don’t know what to do. Should I confront my wife about this? Has she just has me as basically a house maid while she went on her “business” trips? My thoughts are suddenly interrupted when I hear my front door close.

“I’m home!” I hear my wife call out. No, this can’t go on. I need to confront her.

I head to the living to see my wife standing at the door with her suitcase next to her. My wife, with her usual smile on her face when she sees me, starts coming over to give me her usual hug and kiss when returning. I unconsciously step back, causing a face of concern to spread on my wife’s face.

“Dear, what’s wrong?” she asks. I don’t say anything as I motion for her to follow me. With worry on her face, she quickly follows me into the computer room. She gives me a questioning look when I direct her to the computer. That’s when she sees them.

She browses through the different tabs I have opened of her having sex with other men. I’m about to ask her about this when I noticed a strange look on my wife’s face. It wasn’t of worry or fear that I have found these videos, but a complete blank expression that she gives when she is in business mode. She turns to me as she crosses her arms and legs.

“This isn’t me,” my wife says in a way doesn’t sound like a plea, but a matter of fact.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“How am I supposed to believe that?” I ask, my fists tightening and tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes again. She turns back around to the computer, plays a bit of one of the videos, and pauses it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Notice something different?” my wife asks, pointing at a scene of “her” in the shower with another man. I don’t get it, what’s wrong with her shoulder…oh!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Makeup doesn’t usually hold up well in showers. Missing something pretty important there,” she states as she starts unbuttoning her shirt and opening it up to expose her shoulders. On the back of her left shoulder is a tattoo of a rose wrapped around a date. The date we got married.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I’ll get to the bottom of this.” With that, my wife buttons her shirt back up and starts heading out the door. I’m too stunned to say anything and just watch her leave.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">To keep myself busy, and useful, I went ahead and unpacked my wife’s suitcase. Though after I was done, I figured maybe she wanted to keep the stuff packed so she can take a vacation from her stupid husband. I’m heading back to the living room when I find my wife and another woman, who seems to look very gothic.. The woman looks like she’s about to cry.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Were you busy?” my wife asks, giving me a smile I don’t feel I deserve right now. “There’s someone here I would like you to meet.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Um, hi?” I greet her, not really sure what’s going on.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“…I’m sorry,” the woman says, seemingly trying to hold back tears.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“This seems to be the star of those videos,” my wife states. Wait, this is the one in the videos? But how…?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I’m…a Doppelganger,” the woman says, shifting her appearance to look like some blonde supermodel before changing back. A Doppelganger, that explains…wait, thought they looked more childlike in their true form? She looks like a young adult. Huh, another surprise today.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“How did you find her?” I asked, especially since it took only a day.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Let’s just say I have a very reliable Ratatoskr source. Plus it helps that she happened to live in this very town. Please explain to my husband what has been going on.” The woman fidgets a bit but nods her head.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I…was blackmailed,” the adult-looking Doppelganger states. “She said I had to ruin your wife’s reputation and marriage or she would do everything in her power to make sure I never found a husband. N-not that I can anymore…!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">After that, the Doppelganger starts crying hard. My wife moves over to her and wraps her arms around her, comforting her. Once the Doppelganger has calmed down a bit, my wife gets up and beckons me to another room. Once she feels we have gotten far enough, my wife lets out a deep sigh.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“The ‘she’ she’s referring to is a rival of mine from a different company. I’ll see if I can’t get an Automaton to help delete those videos off the web. I feel sorry for this one. I know this might be asking a lot so suddenly, but would you consider marrying her?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">I…I can’t believe what my wife is asking. Suddenly asking me to marry someone I don’t even know? I…I don’t know if I can do that…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“You don’t have to say yes right now. Let’s get to know her a little bit more. And hey, we might be able to find another guy who would take her despite everything. I just want to keep it in mind, okay?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I…guess I can do that. Honey, I’m sorry-“ before I could finish my sentence, I’m cut off by my wife kissing me. It suddenly gets more passionate as our tongues start to tangle. It’s only when we need a breath of air do we separate.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Don’t apologize. I love you more than the company I run and I promise that no amount lust will sleep with anyone else besides you. It makes my first night back all the more exciting~” My wife gives me one more peck on the lips and heads back to the living room.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">I should be given the “Worst Husband Award” for doubting my loving wife. I should really make it up to her tonight. Maybe I should rewatch some of those videos to try some of those positions I saw with my wife.