They were in my bed—our bed. I could’ve gone in and stopped them. Instead I perched beneath the open window and looked in, unseen. They had the light on, like they were daring me to watch them. She rode him in a classic Reverse Cowgirl. She never did that with me.
When I had sex with her, it was almost always me-on-top, standard missionary position, boring and mechanical and not really even very effective.
She let out some over-the-top moans. She pulled his hands up to her breasts and let out a chorus of sighs and coos, feeding his ego. I could tell it was fake. Her face obscured from him, she glanced at the bedside clock. I was due home an hour ago.
Caroline suddenly pulled up and Brian’s cock slapped against his stomach.
“Not so fast, I’m not done with you yet.” She backed up and straddled his neck, burying his face between her legs. “You’re gonna be a marathon man tonight.”
He pulled back a bit. “I can go more than once, you know.”
“I’m planning on it.” She pushed back against him.
She had her back to me now, and when she leaned forward I could watch Brian work. His technique was sloppy and immature, but Caroline moaned ecstatically. Boy needs some pointers, I thought. Instead I pulled my own dick from my pants and breathed a quiet sigh of relief from the straining.
Maybe ten minutes later, Caroline decided I wasn’t coming home after all. She went back to riding him, still facing away, still moaning and encouraging him.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come baby!” Brian called out, thrusting his hips upward.
“Yeah, come on, fill her up,” I whispered, stroking myself harder.
Brian grunted and shoved himself upwards one more time, holding his hands on her hips and pulling her down onto him. I came along with him, shooting onto the side of the house.
My eyes closed and I sunk down onto my knees. I bit back the hot, angry tears that had started forming and placed my hand against the wall. I could hear them talking inside.
“That was fun. I’m gonna grab a shower.” I could hear movement as Caroline stood up. “You want a drink or something?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Brian’s voice sounded dull and uninterested now. I heard a kiss, then the door.
My knees dug deeper into the flower garden. Caroline and I had planted it when we first moved into the house; it ran all along the perimeter. We had spent hours in the garden shops, picking out the perfect colors and textures. Caroline had, at least. I’d mostly hauled things to and from the car.
I could barely hear the shower running. I sat still for a moment, taking shallow breaths. Above me, Brian started to snore lightly.
“Marathon man my ass,” I said aloud. I stood up, zipped my pants, and punched the side of the house as hard as I could. Tiny spots of blood smeared across my knuckles.
I slept in my car that night.
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The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the air. I put pancakes down on the griddle and switched the coffee pot on. Halfway through I ran across the house to crack open the bedroom door, then ran back to pull the pancakes off before they burned.
I had the table set with a magnificent assortment of breakfast foods. Toast and jam and fresh fruit and juice, along with what I was cooking.
It took a few minutes, but I sat and waited. Soon, I heard stirring from in the bedroom and Caroline poked her head out the door.
“Rich, that you?”
“No, some burglars broke in and cooked you breakfast. I was hoping you’d help me load the TV into my van afterwards, though.”
She stepped out, pulling a robe around herself. I could see that she was naked underneath. Brian followed, dressed only in his boxers. When he saw me sitting at the table, he ducked back into the room and grabbed a t-shirt from the floor.
“Ha ha, what’s all this?”
I stood and pulled a chair out for her. “Well, I got stuck at work last night, and by the time I was done it was so late that I didn’t want to drive home. I felt kinda guilty about sleeping there, though, so I figured I’d do something nice for you.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before sitting down. “Aww, thank you. That’s so sweet.”
I put the pan of eggs down in the middle of the table, followed by the pancakes and bacon. Brian sat across from Caroline. I poured us each a cup of coffee.
“So what did you two get up to last night?” I asked, pulling a stack of pancakes onto my plate. I idly drizzled maple syrup over them, pretending to be a lot more interested in doing so than I was.
Brian cleared his throat. “Nothing. Well, we went out to dinner and then we came back here and watched some movies. Nothing exciting.”
Caroline laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t say nothing exciting.” She crossed her legs and let her robe fall open a little.
I gave her a small grin. “I’m certain you two found some way to pass the time.”
I sat down and passed a plate of sausage to Brian. I let him load up his plate before I stood back up.
“Oops, forgot the maple syrup.” I pushed the plate of pancakes in front of him. “Let me get that for you.”
“Can you grab the orange juice, too, sweetie?” Caroline said as I started to head into the kitchen. I nodded at her.
I set the juice in front of her, then crossed around the table and stood behind Brian. I put the maple syrup next to him and braced myself. My heart was up in my throat and I could feel my stomach tightening. I put my hands on his shoulders and started massaging; his head shot up and he looked at me. I leaned down.
“You came in my wife,” I whispered in his ear. His eyes grew wide and he tried to stand up, but I firmly pushed him down. “Look at her,” I said loud enough for Caroline to hear.
“Look, Richard, I didn’t…” he tried to start.
“I saw you last night. I watched you fuck her without a condom.” I moved my hands closer toward his neck, and when he flinched I held them still. Caroline was leaning back in her chair, sipping a glass of juice, watching intently. “Don’t worry, this is what she wanted.”
“What?” he asked, looking over at her. She didn’t say anything, just kept watching.
I pulled my hands up. “Take your shirt off.”
Brian gave Caroline a helpless glance, and she nodded at him. He pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor. I put my hands back on his shoulders.
“He’s really quite pretty, isn’t he?” I ran my hands down his arms, stopping at the elbow. Goosebumps popped up on his forearms and I leaned down into his ear again. “Don’t be scared, I’m not going to do anything.”
That really only seemed to make it worse.
“He’s got nice arms. Very well-toned. How many days a week do you go to the gym?”
Brian looked over at Caroline again. She just gave me a half-smirk and set her glass down on the table. He glanced over at the door, then down at my hands on his arms. I put my palms over his biceps and squeezed.
“I asked how many days a week you go to the gym.”
“Uh, three. Four sometimes. I try to go every other day.” His voice was breaking. “Look, dude, I’m sorry about–”
“That’s a tight, flat stomach, too, isn’t it Caroline?” I pushed my hands down his chest and placed my flat palms on his stomach. My extended fingers touched the top of his boxers. “You think he’s hot, yeah?”
Caroline gave me an eye-roll and soft chuckle.
I leaned forward and pulled his underwear off. He lurched upward, but I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down again.
“Rich, dude, what are you–?”
“How big’s your dick?”
“What? Caroline, tell him to stop this.”
Caroline shifted her legs around, letting her robe fall open and exposing her breasts. She didn’t say anything.
“I asked, how big’s your dick?”
He closed his eyes and started breathing shallowly. I resumed my shoulder massage. A moment passed, but Brian hadn’t answered my question. I reached down and spread his legs, letting his dick droop down between his legs.
“Caroline, stand up and give him a show.”
Part of me wasn’t expecting her to, but she stood and pushed the robe off of herself. She leaned back against the wall, shoved her hand between her legs, and started pleasuring herself. Her eyes wide open, she watched my hands play on Brian’s shoulders, up and down his arms.
“You like watching me play with your boy toy, don’t you?”
She gave an enthusiastic nod. I looked down at Brian; he was watching her, half-hard.
“And you like watching my wife play with herself.” He bobbed his head slightly upward in agreement. His breathing was still shallow and his face was flushed. I reached down and started stroking his dick.
“I just want to know how big it is,” I whispered in his ear. “Bigger than mine? Does she tell you how much she loves it when you’re fucking her?”
“Yeah,” he said, staring down at my hand. “She tells me I do things to her that you never do.”
“Is that true, Caroline? Does he?”
She nodded at me and moaned. I was still absently stroking Brian, his dick now fully hard in my hand. He was bigger than me.
I leaned down again, whispering “What do you do to her?”
“She said, ugh,” he took a second to groan and pant. I was stroking him harder and faster. “I make her come with just my big cock. She said she loves it… oh God please stop, Richard.”
Caroline let out a gasp and a long, low moan.
“She got herself off watching me torture you,” I whispered to Brian. “You got her off just by sitting here.”
Brian panted and tried to squirm out of the chair, but I held him down with one hand.
“Please, Rich, please don’t–” he begged, but it was too late.
I felt his shoulders tense up. He groaned and exploded all over my hand, shooting up onto his plate. He slumped down, his chin resting against his chest.
I stood behind him for a moment, staring ahead at Caroline. She had reached down to grab her robe and was avoiding looking at either of us.
Brian’s shoulders jumped in a sob underneath me and I pulled away. He sat with his arms crossed around his chest, looking down, trying not to see me or Caroline. She crossed over to him and put a hand on his arm, but he shrugged her off.
I stumbled backward. “I just—I mean, that wasn’t–” I walked toward the door and grabbed my keys off the hook. “I didn’t–”
Caroline didn’t look at me. Brian didn’t look at her. I walked out.