How I Learned to Watch While They Fucked My Wife
It began out of desperation; what came next was pure kink. The night I hid to watch, there was no turning back.
It began out of desperation; what came next was pure kink. The night I hid to watch, there was no turning back.
I was hiding in a cabinet with my phone recording when she knelt before the professor and I realized it was only the beginning.
There were too few of us at the office, far too horny, with a dangerous Friday tradition. That morning, nobody was going to leave dressed.
When I woke up, all three women were naked beside my bed, smiling as if they had already decided how far they wanted to go with me.
After weeks of glances and teasing, she pushed me into the locker-room bathroom and made it clear how she planned to collect on that ticket.
When she served me a beer and put her hand on my fly, I realized she’d been deliberately letting herself be seen through that window for days.
I entered the room out of curiosity and ended up trapped between two adult bodies that seemed to understand my desire better than I did.
I’d spent the night dodging his jokes, until I let him into the bathroom and there was no way left to pretend I didn’t want to touch him.
They asked me to book a room and bring XL condoms. When she came out of the bathroom, I understood why she’d made me drive halfway across the province.
When she opened the door in new stockings and a short robe, I knew there was no turning back—and that I was going to share her completely that afternoon.
When I saw Daniel serving coffee with that calm smile, I remembered exactly why I had sworn never to seek him out again.
I noticed him nervous behind me, his hands on my waist and a question that could change the entire night.
Crouched behind the table, I watched her slowly drive him wild, never imagining that her husband was already watching from the shadows.
She said she only wanted to swallow everything, but that Friday she discovered two more men wanted to use her too—without turns or patience.
I thought dinner would end with my husband in bed, until he asked another man to make me his in front of him.
I sat alone reading in the park, but two older men ended up surrounding me on the bench and turning the night into something much dirtier.
No one at the university imagined what she did after class, much less what happened whenever her husband was away.
I knocked on the bathroom door with my heart racing. I knew I was only going to look. I also knew I was lying to myself.
I asked him to come upstairs just as he was, his shirt hanging from his shoulder and the smell of work on his skin. I never told him he was the one I would miss most.
When the theater lights went out, I knew that night we were going to cross a line neither of us would want to uncross.