A Vision of Love by OlympusMons90,OlympusMons90

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?”

“Yeah, I’m starving, I haven’t ordered yet, do you want me to get you something?”

“Yeah, the chicken fillet burger. And a beer too, please. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Okay, bye.”

Within five minutes Brittany walked into the bar, coming over to sit down at my table.

“Are you okay Billy? Are we all good?”

It was clear what Brittany was referring to. I took a mouthful of my beer while I was trying to think about what I wanted to say to her, what I wanted to ask her. Before I could answer her, the bar staff brought over Brittany’s beer, before walking away.

“It’s hard to explain how I feel about what I’ve seen.”

“I didn’t mean that part about him being better, I just wanted him to finish.”

“I know.”

Brittany sat silently, looking into my eyes, waiting for me to continue.

“Look, I need to get some things off my chest. Stuff I should’ve said to you already.”

Brittany nodded back at me.

“I know over the last few years we’ve both been seeing other people, I just wasn’t expecting you to be so open about it. Going out at night to sleep with other guys while leaving me at home to look after the children, and now bringing them into our home. It’s been unexpected, and a little hard to deal with.”

Brittany continued her silence, just watching me.

“I never brought anyone into our house to sleep with them, I never left you at home to look after our children while I went out to fuck them either. That never crossed my mind to do that to you.”

Brittany for the first time averted her gaze, looking down at the table for a few moments before looking back up at me. I continued in my steady, calm tone.

“It feels like you’re trying to rub it in, to make it clear to me that you’re fucking other guys, like you’re trying to emasculate me.”

“That was never my intention, not at all.” Brittany finally responded.

“Then what was it? How’d you think I’d feel when you get dressed up to go out to fuck some other guy while leaving me to sit at home on my own?”

“I’m so sorry Billy. I thought you were okay with it, that we had an understanding.”

“Make no mistake Brittany, the only reason I’ve slept with other women is because you won’t sleep with me. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted is for us to be together. I still do. Those other women, I always met them during the day, I was always discreet so that no-one would know what was going on. They were always married too, so that they would never want anything more from me than just sex. You go out publicly with your boyfriends, I’ve seen you out myself, I’m sure there are other people we know that have seen you too. It’s like you don’t care, like you want to embarrass me.”

“Oh god, I never meant for that. It’s just that, I needed to feel like they were courting me, that they were my boyfriend. I couldn’t just meet up with some guy and start sneaking off to a hotel room for sex. I couldn’t do it if that’s all it was.”

“Are the guys you’ve been with, that you wanted as boyfriends, have they been single or married?”

“They’ve all been single.”

“If what you want is a boyfriend, why not be with your husband who loves you? You know I’d wine and dine you, that I’d take you out and romance you. If it isn’t about the sex, I don’t understand why you don’t look to me to give you what you need.”

“I couldn’t. At first it was because I felt so guilty for what I was putting you through, blaming you for how I was feeling, for feeling like I was trapped, that I felt ugly and alone. By the time I was over my depression, I felt like I didn’t deserve you, I didn’t know how I could make it up to you for all the things I’d said. But that I also wasn’t in love with you anymore. And that just made me feel worse, like I was such a bad person, such a bad wife. Whenever you tried to show affection, it just brought out all those insecurities in me.”

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