It was about three in the morning when I opened my eyes.
Ever had that moment when you first wake up and you don't remember what happened?
That's what I felt last weekend. My wife and I had a party at our house.
The pot and the beer proved to be too much and I must have fallen asleep in my chair. At first, I am not sure exactly what time it is, but I know it's late.
I thought by now, everyone had gone home, but across from me was my wife Jen and her co-worker, "Big Mike". They were slumped very close together on the couch. I shut my eyes. Something told me to pretend I was still asleep.
Another ten minutes went by and nothing much happened. They talked a little. I could tell they were trying to keep
their voices very low. I guess not to wake me.
Occasionally I peeked out. They seemed to get closer to each other each time. I struggled to stay awake, but I think I drifted off to sleep again briefly. That's when I heard my wife giggling a little too mischievously. I peeked again.
Her hand was rubbing Mike's crotch. I shut my eyes. More time went by and I heard them kissing. I peeked again. This was
getting serious.
This is probably the time when a real man would jump up and put a stop to this. But I'm not a real man. I know it and after13 years of marriage Jen knows it too. Lately sex between us is limited to my birthday and maybe an anniversary. In between,I occasionally get a handjob while we watch porn together. Shhh. I hear something - major movement on the couch. I peek again.
Jen has rolled over on top of Mike. God she's got a beautiful ass and he's got his hands all over it. They keep kissing.I can hear her breathing pick up. She's still trying to keep quiet. My heart is pounding as well. I have this surge of jealousy rage and arousal. My stomach is tingling. I have a strange mixture of dread and anticipation. I peak again.
Jen is basically dry humping him. I can tell that big bulge of his rubbing against her clit is starting to get to her. I wonder if she's afraid I'll wake up and catch them. Or maybe she doesn't give a fuck. Or maybe she knows I am already awake. I close my eyes but not for long. I hear a smack. SMACK! Then another. SMACK!
I don't need to peek. I can tell what just happened by the sound. Mike is spanking her gorgeous ass. I bet her pussy is soaked by now. Jen starts giggling. I can also tell they've both given up any pretense. Finally Jen says in a normal volume three little words to Mike,
"Just fuck me."
I don't know why, but I keep pretending I am asleep. Too much of a sissy I guess. They pass right by me, down the hallway and into
our bedroom. The door shuts and I wait. Minutes later I can hear the bed springs going crazy. I start following the noise down the hallway. Along the way I start playing a little game in my mind trying to guess what position they're doing it. At first I imagine my wife is on top. That's her favorite. But as I get closer I start to think doggie. I can tell because her moans are muffled at times, like her face is buried in the mattress or a pillow, then louder, like she's lifted her head up to gasp for air.
I can also tell, Mike is pounding her pussy hard. She's completely out of breath. I can hear her whimpering "Fuck me". I can't help
it but I start to cry. I unzip my pants and stroke my dick. I am quite as a mouse, but in my head I am SCREAMING, "Fuck her! Fuck her Mike. Fuck her like a real man. Fuck her like I can't!" I fall softly to my knees in front of the door. At this point I am swept away with a moment of ecstasy, self hatred, rage and raw emotion.
I start to wish they would stop and open the door and see me like this. I bet they would laugh. I know Jen would. I wish they'd let me in to watch. Hell, if Mike opened the door and ordered me to suck my wife's pussy juice off his cock and get him a beer I would do it! He's not far from the type of Man to do it.
I am about to cum myself but I stop. I realize that I don't deserve it. I deny myself the pleasure. This should be about Jen's pleasure. I realize I have no right to intrude. Her pussy belongs to another man tonight. A real man who can satisfy her. I return to the living room, and lay down on the couch. I cry myself to sleep against the sounds of Mike and my wife going at it down the hall.
11 am. My wife is standing over me. She's as fresh as a daisy, all dressed up, looking like a respectable surburban wife. I, on the other
and must look like shit. "Get up", she says. "I am going to pick up the kids". We sent them to their friends house before our party last night.
There's no sign of Mike. He must have slipped out before dawn. Jen even managed to straighten up while I was asleep. She tells me to get
cleaned up and leaves. Nither one of us mentions a thing about what happened. Wow, how can she act so normal?
I go into our bedroom. I get naked and start smelling the matress, the sheets. I am desperate now for any scent or evidence of the night
before. I want so much to confess my feelings to Jen. I want her to fuck Mike again and let me watch this time.
But for now, it's all just a cloudy memory.
Ever had that moment when you first wake up and you don't remember what happened?
That's what I felt last weekend. My wife and I had a party at our house.
The pot and the beer proved to be too much and I must have fallen asleep in my chair. At first, I am not sure exactly what time it is, but I know it's late.
I thought by now, everyone had gone home, but across from me was my wife Jen and her co-worker, "Big Mike". They were slumped very close together on the couch. I shut my eyes. Something told me to pretend I was still asleep.
Another ten minutes went by and nothing much happened. They talked a little. I could tell they were trying to keep
their voices very low. I guess not to wake me.
Occasionally I peeked out. They seemed to get closer to each other each time. I struggled to stay awake, but I think I drifted off to sleep again briefly. That's when I heard my wife giggling a little too mischievously. I peeked again.
Her hand was rubbing Mike's crotch. I shut my eyes. More time went by and I heard them kissing. I peeked again. This was
getting serious.
This is probably the time when a real man would jump up and put a stop to this. But I'm not a real man. I know it and after13 years of marriage Jen knows it too. Lately sex between us is limited to my birthday and maybe an anniversary. In between,I occasionally get a handjob while we watch porn together. Shhh. I hear something - major movement on the couch. I peek again.
Jen has rolled over on top of Mike. God she's got a beautiful ass and he's got his hands all over it. They keep kissing.I can hear her breathing pick up. She's still trying to keep quiet. My heart is pounding as well. I have this surge of jealousy rage and arousal. My stomach is tingling. I have a strange mixture of dread and anticipation. I peak again.
Jen is basically dry humping him. I can tell that big bulge of his rubbing against her clit is starting to get to her. I wonder if she's afraid I'll wake up and catch them. Or maybe she doesn't give a fuck. Or maybe she knows I am already awake. I close my eyes but not for long. I hear a smack. SMACK! Then another. SMACK!
I don't need to peek. I can tell what just happened by the sound. Mike is spanking her gorgeous ass. I bet her pussy is soaked by now. Jen starts giggling. I can also tell they've both given up any pretense. Finally Jen says in a normal volume three little words to Mike,
"Just fuck me."
I don't know why, but I keep pretending I am asleep. Too much of a sissy I guess. They pass right by me, down the hallway and into
our bedroom. The door shuts and I wait. Minutes later I can hear the bed springs going crazy. I start following the noise down the hallway. Along the way I start playing a little game in my mind trying to guess what position they're doing it. At first I imagine my wife is on top. That's her favorite. But as I get closer I start to think doggie. I can tell because her moans are muffled at times, like her face is buried in the mattress or a pillow, then louder, like she's lifted her head up to gasp for air.
I can also tell, Mike is pounding her pussy hard. She's completely out of breath. I can hear her whimpering "Fuck me". I can't help
it but I start to cry. I unzip my pants and stroke my dick. I am quite as a mouse, but in my head I am SCREAMING, "Fuck her! Fuck her Mike. Fuck her like a real man. Fuck her like I can't!" I fall softly to my knees in front of the door. At this point I am swept away with a moment of ecstasy, self hatred, rage and raw emotion.
I start to wish they would stop and open the door and see me like this. I bet they would laugh. I know Jen would. I wish they'd let me in to watch. Hell, if Mike opened the door and ordered me to suck my wife's pussy juice off his cock and get him a beer I would do it! He's not far from the type of Man to do it.
I am about to cum myself but I stop. I realize that I don't deserve it. I deny myself the pleasure. This should be about Jen's pleasure. I realize I have no right to intrude. Her pussy belongs to another man tonight. A real man who can satisfy her. I return to the living room, and lay down on the couch. I cry myself to sleep against the sounds of Mike and my wife going at it down the hall.
11 am. My wife is standing over me. She's as fresh as a daisy, all dressed up, looking like a respectable surburban wife. I, on the other
and must look like shit. "Get up", she says. "I am going to pick up the kids". We sent them to their friends house before our party last night.
There's no sign of Mike. He must have slipped out before dawn. Jen even managed to straighten up while I was asleep. She tells me to get
cleaned up and leaves. Nither one of us mentions a thing about what happened. Wow, how can she act so normal?
I go into our bedroom. I get naked and start smelling the matress, the sheets. I am desperate now for any scent or evidence of the night
before. I want so much to confess my feelings to Jen. I want her to fuck Mike again and let me watch this time.
But for now, it's all just a cloudy memory.
