Carl thought it was just another art show, his wife dazzling in velvet beside a local celebrity painter. But when he overhears her moans through the gallery walls, the truth becomes impossible to deny.
His wife isn't just admiring the artist's brushwork, she's falling under his spell, and Carl is forced to listen, then watch, as she gives herself away. The sounds alone are enough to harden him with shame and excitement. Seeing her clothes draped over a studio table, seeing her arch beneath another man, makes it undeniable.
And yet, instead of exploding with anger, Carl finds himself compelled to witness it all. Through cracked doors, through old glass windows, through the sheer inevitability of her "studio visits," he becomes her unseen voyeur. Every stolen encounter is a secret gallery show of its own: meadow trysts, truck bed couplings, even their own bed when she thinks he's gone.
Carl never confronts her. She never confesses. And still, she couldn't be more obvious.
So Obvious is a raw, voyeuristic cuckold story about the fine line between betrayal and obsession, and the risks we take when desire overrules everything else.
