Chapter 5

Suddenly my phone started vibrating. Luckily, I had put it on silent mode when I began recording.

I panicked and, rising stiffly to my feet, I stuffed it into my pants pocket.

Moving quickly and silently towards the door, I grabbed my flowers and cake before leaving the warehouse.

As I left through the back door, I accidentally kicked the brick keeping the door open. Before I could stop it because my hands were full with cake and flowers, the magnetic latch shut with a thud, locking me outside.

I placed the cake and flowers on a nearby low brick wall and taking my phone out of my pocket, I saw that it was my mother-in-law.

As there was no one around, and the back door to the warehouse remained firmly shut, I answered the phone and heard my mother-in-law asking if Linda was with me.

“I tried calling her but she’s not answering ... just want to wish her happy birthday,” she said.

I honestly couldn’t tell her what I had just witnessed, so I lied to her that Linda was fine and she was at work doing overtime.

“I’ll get her to call you later when she comes home,” I said.

I hung up and the skies were already dark. I know there was no way I could enter the warehouse again to see Linda probably being fucked by Ali now.

Making my way back to the main road, I called a Grab car and made my way back home. It was almost 8.30 pm by then.

I texted Linda several times, asking what time she would be back but she did not respond. I thought it was obvious why she was incommunicado.

My head was spinning. I did not know how to make sense of what I had just witnessed.

I knew there had to be an explanation, but I could not imagine what it might be.

I thought of how I should confront my wife about this.

How should I raise the subject?

I had the video of the gangbang, and it would be the perfect evidence for me to confront her about it. But how could I even begin to tell her that I had seen her being fucked like a street whore.

I stored the video on a cloud server, and deleted it from my phone after watching it again.

At 9.30 pm, Linda finally called.

I almost dropped the phone because my hand was shaking so much.

“Hey baby ... sorry ... Was really busy earlier,” she said.

“I’m about to leave the office ... do you have a surprise for my birthday back home?”

Her sweet tone gave no hint of what she had just done. She sounded so normal over the phone that I forgot my anger, and all the words I had prepared in my head to confront her with.

“I ... I bought cake...” I said.

“Hmmm ok ... I’m packing up right now ... going to take Grab back ... see you in 30 minutes...” Linda said.

I told her to call her mum.

“Yeah, I already did ... My boss gave me the day off tomorrow because of working so late even though it’s my birthday. We can have a real birthday celebration tomorrow if you can take a day off too,” my wife said in a sultry voice.

“I ... I ... I can try...”

I tried to make sense of what I just heard.

Her boss giving her a day off for her effort?

What was that supposed to mean? The effort she spent in pleasing him and her colleagues?

Is that the effort that earned her a day off?

“Alright ... love you dear ... I’m entering the lift ... see you in a bit...”

Linda arrived home 30 minutes later. Her hair was tied up and tidy and she was looking every bit the sweet ravishing wife who had clocked in a day of hard work at the office.

Her blouse and pants looked immaculate and straight too.

Her freshly applied makeup masked the dirty fuck fest she had participated in earlier. She smelt good, freshly showered no doubt, but there was this colour on her cheeks that no amount of makeup could disguise.

The colour of a freshly fucked woman.

My wife gave me a hug and I held my breath for fear of smelling the men she had just pleasured.

However, when I took a deep whiff on her neck, she smelt nice and fragrant.

Kissing me on my lips, she looked at the flowers and the cake on the table.

“Hmmmm ... Is that my surprise?” she asked.

I nodded, unsure of what to say.

Putting her hands around my neck, Linda kissed me sensually.

“Let me take a shower first ... is there something you want to see me wear?” she asked in a teasing manner.

I felt so angry with myself that night. There was so much I wanted to say and get out of my system but I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I didn’t have the courage to talk about what I saw.

I felt like a weakling.

All I did was to bottle up my feelings and turn my focus to my wife’s body.