Eventually she stepped over to where I was sitting and rested her hand on my shoulder.
“I’m going upstairs to read. Good night, Billy.”
“Good night.”
As Brittany then went upstairs to her bedroom, I was left thinking about all the things I could’ve said, that I wanted to say, but there were way too many thoughts running through my head.
The most worrying thoughts were about Brittany bringing her lover into our home, being so open about going out to meet with him or to fuck him here. It would be so easy for her to now ask me to leave, to have him replace me. The fear of being separated from my family was my greatest concern.
The most confusing thoughts I had wasn’t about watching her enjoying herself having sex, but that we stared into each other’s eyes while she was fucking him. That it seemed to help her to enjoy it more. It’s almost like she took it as a sign of acceptance or approval, when really it was just me trying to understand why she was doing it, to get some sense of how she felt seeing me watching her fuck her lover in our own home.
This whole encounter left me feeling more than a little emasculated, something I wasn’t used to feeling, ever. What I couldn’t understand is if she was doing it on purpose, or was it just that I witnessed something I wasn’t meant to see?
I found it hard getting to sleep that night, it was hard trying to get my brain to quieten enough so that I could rest. I awoke in the morning with little Tommy jumping on my bed, telling me to get up.
Regardless of what I saw yesterday, life rolls on. We all went grocery shopping later that morning, anyone who has dragged a five and three-year old through a grocery store will know the constant hassle of trying to stop them from doing bad things, like their sole purpose is to test your resilience and patience.
For lunch we again took the kids to the park, letting them play while Brittany and I sat on the bench watching them. We still hadn’t discussed yesterday’s events, it was like we were both trying to pretend it didn’t happen, at least I was. It would most likely create friction between us if I told her of my true concerns.
Later that afternoon Brittany again asked me to mind the kids while she went off to the movies with a friend. It seemed that she was seeing her ‘friend’ probably three times a week now at least. It’s almost like she’s single and this guy is her regular boyfriend. I looked up into Brittany’s eyes, I’m sure she could read the discomfort I felt by her request.
“It’s just the movies, Billy. Nothing more.”
I kept her gaze, then slowly nodded ‘yes’. I wasn’t sure what else I could do at this point. It’s not like she would stop seeing him if I’d said ‘no’, or that I wouldn’t be here to watch over the kids anyway.
The following week began a bit hectic and stressful with my work, we had three jobs going which wasn’t unusual for us, but two of them now required major alterations, which meant getting guys back on site who had already completed their work. Just the amount of coordinating resources and contractors to make sure it ran smoothly was where the stress was.
By Wednesday afternoon I got a text from Brittany again asking me to look after the kids tonight as she’s got a date. This was the first time she actually used the word ‘date’. It was my week to be picking up the kids from daycare anyway, so I replied with ‘okay’.
Again, she didn’t get in until around midnight, and just as with last week, she went straight to the bathroom before going to bed.
Her Saturday nights at the movies and Wednesday night fuck sessions seemed to be becoming a routine for her and her ‘boyfriend’. I wasn’t even sure what to call this guy. It made me wonder if the Friday lunchtime session was a routine for them also.
So, with much of the hectic week behind me and things getting back to normal on the job sites, it meant that I could go to our local sports bar for a Friday lunchtime meal and a few beers. And I felt that I needed them. I was going to call Kevin to see if he wanted to tag along, but for some reason I found myself turning into my street before I had placed the call. It’s like I was subconsciously wanting to check in on my wife once again.
And once again, her car was in the driveway. This time another car was parked in my spot, her boyfriend must be with her once more. I parked out on the street, sitting there for a couple of minutes trying to decide if I should go in or not. I knew what I would most likely find in there, did I need to know that they were fucking once more? Did I need to see them, again?
I didn’t want to drive away, it was like I had something inside of me wanting to know, wanting to see with my own eyes of what my wife was doing. I entered the house through the garage, stopping in the kitchen to see if I could hear anything. There it was, that familiar sound of the bed moving, of Brittany’s groans.
I found myself walking towards her open door once again, pausing for a second to listen to their lovemaking before taking that last step to where I could see the bed from Brittany’s mirror. She was being fucked in a doggie position, I could only see the top half of her body and none of his, he was obviously standing at the end of the bed, fucking her.
This time I wasn’t as confused by what I saw, not as many emotions or bewilderment at what was going on in front of me. This time my mind was more than prepared for what I was seeing. I stood there, watching Brittany, listening to her. There was something extremely erotic about it, being able to watch the woman you love enjoying sex, not as a participant, but simply as a voyeur.
After a few minutes, Brittany moved further up the bed and rolled over onto her back, with her legs spread inviting him in. As he moved up between her thighs and entered her, I again looked up to Brittany’s face, and again she was staring back at me. A small smile came across her face, not a sexy or snarky type of smile, just one of happiness that I had seen from her many times before. Was she happy that I am here to watch her? Was she hoping that I would be here?
Her boyfriend began to resume his rhythm, fucking her well as she wrapped both her arms and legs around his body. She pulled his head up to kiss him for a few seconds before pulling his head back down to her shoulder, while returning her gaze back to me.
“That’s it Ricky, show me how well you fuck me baby, give me that lovely cock.”
It was strangely erotic hearing her say that as she was staring directly at me, only occasionally closing her eyes when he was hitting the right spots. We kept staring at each other for the next few minutes, as Brittany would occasionally give her lover some encouraging words, although I was starting to wonder if they were meant for him, or for me.
He then raised her legs up, pinning them back as he started to really pound into my wife.
“Oh my god yes Ricky, fuck me hard, you’re fucking me so good right now, please don’t stop.”
She was still staring into my eyes as she spoke those words, I could tell she was getting close to her own climax.
“Do you like that baby? Do you like it when I fuck you hard?”
“Yes baby, don’t stop Ricky, I’m going to cum.”
“Take my cock, you like how it feels inside you, don’t you baby?”
I watched as Brittany’s eyes closed, her moth was wide open as her orgasm hit, letting out a loud scream as she began to shudder under its impact. Fuck it was hot to see her like that.
He kept fucking her though as her orgasm resided, she slowly opened her eyes to again stare into mine. Once again that smile reappeared on her face.
“Wow, that was so good. That was one of the best yet.”
He released her legs that were pinned back so that she could again wrap them around his body as he continued to fuck her. She maintained her gaze with mine, it’s like we were connected in this moment, neither of us wanting to look away.
“I’m going to make you cum again before I’m done with you.”
“Go on baby, keep fucking me, make me cum again on your lovely cock.”
“You love my cock don’t you baby, do you like it better than your husband’s?”
Brittany didn’t respond to him, she was still staring into my eyes.
“Do you like it better? Tell me baby.”
“Keep fucking me Ricky, I want you to fill me up baby, cum in me.”
“Do you like my cock better? Do I fuck you better baby? Tell me.”
Her eyes were pleading with mine now, it looked like she didn’t want to respond to him. I’m not sure whether it was to not hurt my feelings or to not hurt his. I nodded to her, as if it to say to her to just say what he wants to hear.
“Yes baby, you’re better. I love your cock, I love how you fuck me with it. Cum for me Ricky, fill me up.”
With that admission she pushed him over the edge, cumming deep inside of my wife. My wife, still staring into my eyes, mouthed the word ‘Sorry’ to me silently. I nodded back to her, before turning to walk away.
I drove to the sports bar and ordered a beer while checking over the menu when my phone rang, it was Brittany.
“Hey.”
“Hi Billy. Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
“I mean in person. Where are you?”
“I’m at our regular bar, the sports bar.”
“Are you going to have lunch?”