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Sunday morning hit me like a freight train. I barely slept, the “noises” from the living room echoing in my head all night. It was obvious that they wanted to me to know that they were fucking.
I dragged myself out of bed at 6 AM, my early shift looming, but curiosity got the better of me. I crept down the hall, heart pounding, and peeked into the living room, and it was empty. I walked towards the guest room, and what I saw was intense.
There they were, tangled on the bed like animals in heat. My wife was completely naked, her sweaty body glued into Jake, who was also bare-assed, his thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her pussy lips wide around his girth. She was riding him reverse cowgirl, facing away from him. I stood frozen. Jake’s hands gripped her hips, slamming her down onto him, her ass cheeks rippling from the impact. Cum was already leaking from her pussy, thick white strands dripping down, pooling on his body. She was moaning so loud, louder than the night before: “Fuck yes, Jake, your cock is so much bigger than his tiny dick. Fuck me harder, Jake! I’m all yours! Please make me forget I’m married to that pathetic loser! Please! Please! Please!
I couldn’t move. Jake reached around to rub her clit, making her squirt a little arc of fluid onto the wall. I broke my silence and said “WHOA! What the fuck?” As I’ve never seen her or any woman squirt in real life. Jake and my wife turned around, and looked at me while she was riding his cock and got of him, turned around completely, facing me.
“Uhm…Morning, buddy, I did not expect to see you here.” he grunted. She laughed, held his dick, which was still rock hard and said, “Oh, hi honey. Couldn’t sleep? Jake’s been keeping me company all night.” She got on her knees and started jerking him off while she made eye contact with me, as Jake’s cum dripped down her thighs. “Mmm, you see that? That’s what a real man’s dick looks like. The opposite of the weak one you got.”
I blabbered something incoherent, but she just waved me off dismissively. “I know you’re a pathetic little bitch to say anything about this. Go to work, boo. We’re not done yet. Jake’s gonna fill me up again, and you’re gonna keep your mouth shut. Understood?”
I nodded and stepped out of the room slowly. Jake chuckled, flipping her onto her back right there, spreading her legs wide so I could see every inch of his cock sliding back into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy. Her pussy lips red and swollen from hours of abuse.
“Shut the door and fuck off, you wuss! I don’t wanna get turned off looking at you!” She screamed.
I did as asked, humiliated, with a mix of rage and unwanted arousal, I backed away.
I showered, grabbed my keys, I heard her scream in ecstasy again, calling out Jake’s name over and over.
I drove to work in a daze, my mind replaying the scene on loop. The musky smell from yesterday? It was raw, filthy sex they’d been having right under my nose. The “workout”? Just an excuse for her to parade her body for him, teasing me while he planned to fuck her senseless. And now? It was out in the open, nastier than I could have imagined. She wasn’t just flirting; she was owning her role as his sex doll, humiliating me every step of the way. Part of me wanted to kick him out, but another part, the weak, pathetic part she loved to mock knew I’d probably come home to more of the same. Maybe even watch next time.
God, what have I done?