After their couch escapade, Jackie just leaned her head back and closed her eyes and rested a bit, her breath coming in heavy panting. Ben also leaned back, his hand went back under the blanket, and he closed his eyes. I was very fucking horny, I really wanted Jackie. I wanted her wet pussy. And for some reason I wanted to taste her pussy just after she had been finger fucked by her fuck buddy, right beside me on the couch.
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I pretended to be still asleep, and after a few minutes Ben got up, made a big show of yawning, and said, okay guys I'm ready to head in, gonna go to the washroom.
After he left I scooted over to Jackie who was “awake” by now, and asked her hey babe you okay?
oh yeah, she said, pretending as if I hadn't seen or heard anything at all. My ruse had worked, they honestly thought I was asleep.
Sorry babe, I think the rum just hit me too. I'm going to go to the washroom after Ben, she replied.
Okay, I said, I think I'm gonna hail a cab back to ours…., and trailed off, giving her this quizzical look as if anticipating an answer to my unasked question….
Just before she could answer, Ben came out of the washroom. He had changed into his pjs, gray sweatpants, another fucking trope come true, for I could very clearly see the outline of his cock. And for some odd reason, I got aroused by that. nervous but aroused.
What the fuck is happening to me? I asked myself…
The three of us got up, and I said to them, all right guys, I think I'm going to head out now.
Nonsense, said Ben, it's too late anyway, and an Uber will cost you like 70 bucks.
Well, I mean, I said, I ain't going to sleep here, dont wanna intrude on your evening.
why not? ask Ben
Before I could say anything, Jackie said, yeah sleep here. Ben has a guest bedroom. no one ever sleeps there right babe?
Babe?, I thought to myself. Did she say babe or did she say Ben? I wasn't sure what I heard. I was tired but not that tired. I was almost sure she said babe to him, and I couldn't help but feel a pain of anger, jealousy, and a twinge of humiliation.
Yeah, yeah, said Ben, guest room is all yours. I have fresh sheets. I'll give you my second duvet.
There was an unspoken tension in the air, hanging around, the unspoken question lurking, and everybody could feel it. The question of who was Jackie going to go to bed with? I was her husband, and I was right here, but her fuck buddy invited me to sleep over in their guest bedroom.
We’ll make sure you're comfy babe, Jackie said.
We? What did she mean by we? she and Ben? or she and I?
All right, I looked Jackie straight in the eye, and said, who's bed are you sleeping in? who are you going to bed with? and then, in an almost reflexive impulse, I gave her this very slight, mischievous smile, as if to ask her, I know what you're up to..
Jackie gave me this impish look, a very small mischievous, cat – just – found – the – bowl – of – cream look, and very quickly said,
with Ben,
and pursed her lips upwards in the slight smile, as if to say, but of course, what did you think was going to happen?
That right there made me jealous and horny, that familiar heat starting to build in my throat again.
We brushed our teeth, together, like some kind of communal college, or Army basic training. then Jackie turn around and give me a kiss, but her lips to my ear, and said, don't worry babe, I'm still yours, I still love you, and only you.
I forced a smile as I kissed her back, but that right there sounded like complete bullshit from her. I know she wasn't in love with Ben, but why did she feel like she needed to reassure me?
And then for some odd reason, Ben shook my hand, and slapped my back, as if to say, thanks for lending me your slut wife for the night.
What the fuck was going on? I couldn't quite make sense of exactly what their reaction was supposed to mean.
I made my way to the guest room, got under the covers, and, wow! I thought, damn, this is a comfy bed. It had all the hallmarks of a new bed, a new mattress, a new condo.
New condos in this area, downtown, were hastily built during the pandemic when the demand for condos skyrocketed. I had looked up this building once before, and a condo on the 32nd Floor was listed at 2.2 million dollars. I didn't even want to think about how much a condo on the 45th floor, Ben's condo, cost. This hunky ex firefighter was now a hunky loaded ex firefighter. But I wasn't lying to either of them, or to myself earlier, the rum had hit me hard. I was tired, and my eyes were closing again, this time actually for sleeping.
It must have been about 30 minutes or an hour later, when I had to wake up to pee. I went to the washroom and came back to the guest room, though I couldn't sleep. that question still lingered in my mind, did she sleep with him? did they fuck… are they fucking? now? One thing about hastily built condos was their newness, another thing was that they tended to have cheap materials. Meaning thin walls, meaning if I tried I might hear them.
Ben's condo layout was a typical modern condo, the entryway led into an eat-in kitchen, which opened up into a large living room, where there was a TV on the wall, and a couch at the other end, where I just seen….
On the other side of the living room was a balcony door, opening up to a large balcony, facing right into downtown. when facing the balcony in the living room, on the right hand side was the master bedroom, then a walk-through closet, then the master bathroom. on the left hand side was the guest room. The guest room and the master bedroom shared a wall, but I remembered from the floor plans I saw on the condo listing, that this wall was a little farther away from where the bed would be. It was a living room wall into the master bedroom that was much closer to the bed. I sneaked out of the guest room, made a right turn into the living room, and put my ear up against the wall. I shut my eyes, and listened. I waited – – – – – for a good minute, I heard….. absolutely nothing. I had a suspicion – I very timidly and carefully tapped my knuckles on the wall. Concrete. Fuck. Of all the walls, this one that was closest to the bedroom was the goddamn load bearing wall, where was the thin one? the hastily built one?
I've been back to the guest bedroom, and put my ear against that wall, also shared with the master bedroom. I could hear the TV playing in the background, faintly. I could also hear Ben's low voice saying something to Jackie. for a minute, I listened as they had what could be described quite frankly as inane conversation – asking her about her day, etc.
then, Ben must have made a move on her, because her breath hitched a bit,
Huh! Ben!
Yeah? he teased.
No, what if he’s still awake? He can hear us.
No, he can’t. This is a load bearing wall. Concrete. Plus he’s probably passed out from the rum like he was on the couch. I could make you scream with my cock and he wouldn’t..
Stop it! she giggled. And my god, that was mean of you!
Mean? what? Me giving him rum? Knowing he can’t handle strong alcohol?
Yes, that!…. Stoppp..Benn.. ?
He can’t hear us, babe.
BABE. There it was – he was calling her, MY WIFE, his BABE. Fuck, I handn’t misheard Jackie earlier.
Are you sure… ? she trailed. I could hear the hope in her voice..
Yes. I’m sure. Look, why don’t we turn up the TV, put on something boring, and that way, if he hears something, it’ll be the TV.
….hmmm. I dunno. I feel bad … I feel guilty. I feel like…
… a slut? he teased again, and I could hear the soft rustle of fabric, followed by Jackie’s sharp breath…
Oh, Ben. Fuck!
oooh, look who’s wet!
Fuck, turn up the TV..
He must’ve kept circling her pussy with his hand as he fiddled with the remote, because I could hear her slowly moaning.
Suddenly, the TV volume shot up…. waaaay up. I could hardly make out anything other than the TV.
Luckily, a thought rang out in my head… My iphone! It had this app that could record very quiet sounds – I had installed it to listen to what I thought was water dripping in our house behind a wall.
I turned on the app – and placed it against the wall. I couldn’t hear anything myself except for the TV for a minute. Then, I began hearing the unmistakable sound of kissing, lips on lips, and Jackie’s very breathy, whispered moans.
Ohhh…. Ben…. Ohhhhhhhhh!!!
I jerked off to her moans for maybe a minute before I spurted cum high into the air. Then, as I listened to her moaning again, this time my body was unable to cash the cheques my mind was writing, and I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up, and rushed home before they woke up. I wanted to hear what the iphone had captured!
To my surprise, it had captured every intimate sound, even with the TV blaring in the background. Him on top of her, them kissing…. her …. well – why don’t you listen to it? Enjoy my slut — I know Ben did.