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This story is based on a real evening my husband Eric and I shared together with my boyfriend and lover Max, recently (this winter). We are a real couple, married for over twelve years, with children, jobs and a pretty ordinary looking life from the outside. If you’ve read my other writing, you might know me from r/CuckoldPsychology, where I post guides, reflections, and honest discussions about how cuckolding actually works in a long-term marriage. For good reason that subreddit doesn’t allow erotic stories, but sometimes real talk is best told as a story.
What you’re about to read is a full erotic day, and it is the climax of a denial phase that had been building between us for days, and it captures what happens when all the anticipation and planning finally come together in one evening. My husband Eric narrated the events from his perspective, and I wrote them down, polishing for flow and readability trying to keep his voice and emotions intact. Some details are lightly dramatized, but the core of what happened is real.
I want to be clear: not every day in our life looks like this. Most days are just ordinary life. If you want more background on our dynamic, just find my essays in r/CuckoldPsychology or on my profile – Amy ?
Part 1: Steam and Strangers
I open my eyes. Look at the alarm clock. 6:34.
The room is still dark. December morning. Through the gap in the curtains I see the danke sky that won’t be light for another hour. The house is quiet. No small feet on the floor yet. No voices. Just the sound of your breathing next to me, slow and deep.
You’re lying on your side, facing me. Your hair is a black mess on the pillow. One hand tucked under your cheek. The covers have slipped to your waist and I can see the curve of your shoulder, the soft line of your neck. You look peaceful. Small. The woman I fell in love with over a decade ago, still here and still mine, more than ever.
I watch you for a moment, thinking about what today will bring. My stomach tightens. Tonight is the night the three of us planned for weeks. And even lying here in the quiet dark, the thought of it is already in my body. An arousal that hasn’t stopped since Sunday.
You must have felt me stir because your eyes flutter open. Not fully awake yet. You stretch under the covers, a long stretch that arches your back and prominently presses your chest forward. Then your hand searches for mine. I squeeze to show I’m awake. You smile without opening your eyes all the way.
And then you take my hand and guide it down between your legs. Your panties are soaked. My cock was already hard when I woke, but now it springs to full attention. There is nothing more beautiful in this world than your pussy in the morning, when it is soft and ready from the night and your dreams.
Amy’s note: When Eric is in a phase of high arousal, my body becomes something like a holy temple for him. He wants to kiss and touch and hold me all day, and could stay hours between my legs, worshipping me with his mouth. It’s usually me who has to set the limit (if the kids don’t), because otherwise we’d never make it to work or get anything done.
It has been so long since I felt you. I come to you, feel the softness of your skin, the roundness of your pelvis. I come on top of you. You take me between your legs. My cock finds the right spot and feels your wetness through the fabric. I press my pelvis against yours, you press back. We slowly grind against each other for a few minutes. I’m incredibly aroused.
I pull back and slide your panties down. You help by lifting your butt. I return between your legs. My cock touches your warmth, that wet, inviting place. I wait a few seconds to see if you’ll say something and push forward. But just as my head is about to part your lips, you tilt your pelvis so I can no longer enter and gently shake your head.
“Mmh-mmh.”
I can feel you smiling. My heart sinks. I’m so horny it hurts.
But it goes as I already suspected. Your hands find my shoulders. With firm pressure you push me downward. Like always. My arousal shifts. The focus leaves my cock and moves into my head. I want to feel your pussy now, no matter how.
I kiss my way down your belly. Your skin smells like sleep and softness. A little damp. I reach your pelvis. Kiss over your mound. Between your legs there is humid heat. I love it. But I take my time. Nibble on your inner thighs, those little folds where they meet your sex. Lick the good spots, without touching where you so desperately need it. You moan and move your hips. I know. I pull back and wait a few seconds. Your pelvis searches for me.
I make my tongue wide and flat and lick slowly over your entire vulva, bottom to top. You moan at the first contact. So wet. You taste like intense dreams and pure sex. I love that taste! I focus on the spots you especially like. Start slow, but you take my head and press it harder between your legs. After just a few minutes I can tell it will be fast today. I pull back and place my index finger between your lips, at your opening. “May I?” I ask. Instead of answering, you take my hand and pull it inside you.
The most incredible feeling in the world. Your innermost. My finger is allowed to feel what my cock has not felt for over two months and I savor every moment of it. I move my hand in rhythm with my tongue on your clit. It doesn’t even take a minute before your hand on my head pulls me closer. Your vagina begins to grip my finger tightly. First sporadically, then in the wonderful rhythm of your ecstasy. I hear you moan loudly above me. Your pelvis presses against me. Wetness flows from you. Your hips tremble, and I keep going until I feel you’ve reached the peak. Your contractions slow and I let my tongue rest on your clit. My finger deep inside you, I savor the feeling of being in you.
Then it’s over. You sigh softly. Your body goes completely still. I pull my finger out and lick it clean. Delicious.
I lick softly with a broad tongue around your sex. Clean everything so you can start your day beautifully. Then I come up and give you a small kiss. You smile and hug me tight. My hard cock lies against your pussy again, full of urge, but I do not try again. I know the answer.
“That was really good!” you smile.
“I think so too. You were super ready!”
“Yes, I was already dreaming about tonight” you grin, and pull away from me. You put the wet panties back on, stand up and disappear into the bathroom leaving me with my erection.
Tonight*.* Butterflies and jealousy, at the same time, in my stomach.
When I come to the bathroom you’re already dressed for work, brushing your teeth. Your jeans hug the curve of your hips tightly. I know the wet panties are underneath. I know they will not dry today.
I get ready for work as well. In the kitchen, the usual morning chaos but you are in a brilliant mood, winging around full of energy. I love that about you. Before you drive off, we embrace like always. You press your pelvis against mine as we kiss. It’s enough to make me hard again. Our kiss is a real kiss, with tongue, not a peck. The embrace lasts a bit longer than usual. You laugh and breathe into my ear:
“I’m sooo looking forward to tonight! Love you!”
Then you grab your things and leave the house with a spring in your step.
I’m also looking forward to tonight. Butterflies, and nerves. You are going to the spa this evening, with your lover. And I’m coming along.
During the day I can’t turn off my thoughts. My unsatisfied arousal has been building for days. On Sunday you ruined my orgasm, and it was incredible. But since then you’ve held back, and I feel it especially today. Time drags and myy excitement builds, but so does the anxiety. You two planned this date together. I know you enjoy conspiring and challenging me.
During my lunch break, a Whatsapp message. “Hope no one sees this ?” and a photo of your crotch in green scrubs, a dark spot between your legs. Oh god. You know exactly how to break me. And yet I can do nothing. Even though being your husband, I am just in the stands of your sexuality.
I write back: “Oh god! It must feel so good! I want in there!”
An answer comes two hours later. A screenshot. A chat between you and Max. “Looking forward to you ?” you’d written, and sent him the same photo you sent me. “Show me! ?” he wrote back. Minutes later, a photo of your pussy. I can’t see it well on the screenshot because it’s not zoomed in, but it’s clearly a bathroom selfie at work. Your panties pulled to the side, dark with moisture, your pussy red and swollen and glistening with wetness. I swallow.
“Ovulating today ??” you wrote underneath.
“Good!” he replies. “I have exactly the right thing for you! ?”
There’s nothing more visible on the screenshot, but you kept writing. “Oh god ?” I type. Nothing comes back. You’re probably back at work. Little, sweet nurse Amy. The OR darling. Innocent as a lamb.
I work a bit late and when I get home at six, the household is already taken care of. Grandma has picked up the kids. You are not in the kitchen and not in the living room. The bathroom light is on. Steam.
You stand in front of the mirror straightening your hair, naked. Your skin shimmers, freshly moisturized. Your curves seductively soft. Your freshly trimmed sex inviting and feminine. Your breasts smooth, slightly veiled by the hair you’ve already straightened. You look at me. Your eyes dark and serious.
“Hej” you say, and smile.
“Hey” I say, and step into the shower.
You don’t like to be disturbed while straightening, I know that. When I step back out, you’re done and applying makeup. Subtle today because of the spa. Just an eyeliner that extends past your eyes. It looks damn sexy. I hug you from behind. You return my embrace. My naked, already hard cock touches your sex and you press back against it. You laugh.
“That’s going to be hard to control at the spa!”
Probably right. I hope I won’t embarrass myself.
I reach between your legs but you pull away. “That’s not for you” you say and walk to the bedroom to get dressed. No lingerie today. Gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. You’ll be taking them off again soon. I don’t know how you do it, but even in these clothes you look devastating. Your brown eyes glow black and mysterious tonight.
We relax on the couch. Just finished eating when the doorbell rings.
You jump up and practically gallop to the front door. I follow, but before I reach you I hear a dull thud. I quicken my pace and peer around the corner. He’s grabbed you and pressed you against the hallway wall. That was the sound. He is two heads taller than you. My heart drops. You’re on tiptoes, pressing yourself against him. Kissing passionately. You either ignore me or haven’t noticed me yet. His hand slides into your sweatpants, between your legs. I hear you sigh softly and from him a satisfied “mmh” as he discovers how wet you are. Your hips grind against his hand. After what feels like an eternity but is probably just a minute, you give each other a small final kiss. Fire in both your eyes. Then you look over at me. Grin provocatively.
Max notices me too. Slowly, casually, he pulls his hand out of your pants and extends it to me. His index and middle finger glisten wet.
“Hello Eric” he says. Friendly.
“Max” I reply. Equally friendly.
“Shall we head out?” he asks.
“We’re already packed” you say.
I grab our bag. When I come back, you’re kissing again. I take the keys and lock the door. I’ll be driving, as usual. You two get in the back. We pull out of the garage. A few lines of small talk, but it doesn’t take long before I hear you kissing again. It’s December and completely dark outside. I see you only as shadows and hear you whispering. After a few minutes, your seatbelt clicks. You’ve unbuckled.
I grip the steering wheel a little tighter and slow down even more. My knuckles are white. I’m the one driving you to what comes next. The responsible one. The one who makes sure everyone arrives safely. I want you to have a good time.
I see you leaning toward him. Hear him moan softly as your lips close around his head. I can’t see details, but you’re not wild. You’re gently caressing his cock. Max’s greatest asset is also his disadvantage. Blowjobs don’t really work. His thickness barely allows his head past your lips, which frustrates him quickly. He prefers your other lips. There he fits all the way in, and that’s what he likes best. But right now you’re just pampering him.
It ends quickly because we arre already there. The spa is only ten minutes away.
We get out. I take our bag. Max slings his over one shoulder, places his arm around your waist. You nestle against him and we walk. The size difference between you is fundamental. He is almost twice as much person as you. Your curves look incredible next to his frame. An attractive couple. I walk alongside like some friend. Jealousy churns through my stomach.
At the reception you let me go first. I gladly pay for all three. It’s the cheap night tariff already. The woman at the desk is bored, probably been there all day. Her eyes flick between you and Max, then briefly to me. A micro-pause. Then she processes the payment like nothing happened. To her you’re just a couple in love and I’m the friend.
In the changing room, the clothes come off. You pull your sweatpants and T-shirt over your head, wearing nothing underneath. Your breasts are heavy and full. Soft and inviting, matching the curve of your waist. Max takes off his shirt. He is toned. No six-pack, but lean and with a visible V-shape. His arms are thicker than your calves. He pulls down his jeans. In the tight boxer briefs sits his weapon. The bulge is almost comically large. He pulls the boxers down and the whole package comes into view. Massive and heavy, it hangs down.
I catch all three of us in the long mirror on the wall. Max tall and lean. You small and soft and radiant between us. And finally me. Shorter than both of you expect from a husband. Average in every measurement.
I look down at myself and feel inadequate. In its soft state his cock is clearly longer than mine when hard, and as thick as your wrist. It’s easy to loose yourself staring at it and wonder what happens when it gets aroused. I catch you looking. Hungrily. You notice me watching and for a brief second it seems like I’ve caught you, but then you grin mischievously, making wide eyes as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Your grin softens. You shape your lips into a kiss and throw it to me. Your lips form the words: “Love you!”
A warm, soothing feeling eases the anxiety that has built over the last hours. We wrap ourselves in towels.
We head toward the spa area. Past the large swimming pool, deserted. A cleaner pushes a floor machine around. We use our wristbands to pass through the turnstile into the nude section and stow our bags in the lockers.
“We’re going the outdoor pool first” Max says. “Coming?” He doesn’t wait for my answer. Takes your hand and leads you outside. I follow. Feel a bit lost.
We drop our towels on the loungers and get into the outdoor pool. Warm and empty. Not much going on tonight, I guess there is a steam treatment session (we call it Aufguss in german) in one of the saunas and most people probably joined. We start a conversation, the three of us, but I can see you’re being pulled toward each other. You stand next to him, your hands under water. I can’t see what they’re doing, but they’re definitely at his cock. You both try to maintain the conversation while I watch his hand disappear between your legs and yours work him underneath the surface. After a few minutes you hang yourself onto Max, wrapping your legs around his waist. You go quiet and start kissing.
Jealousy rises. I feel out of place and drift to the bubble section. Try to relax but keep a close eye on your movements. Has he already entered you? I’m not sure. I see no movement, but your position would allow him to be completely inside you. The thought makes my cock hard. In the bubble bath, thankfully, no one would see.
I register a small movement underwater, gentle and slow. Oh god, I think he’s deep inside you. You kiss passionately. A few minutes must pass before a sauna door opens and several people come out steaming. Showers turn on and bodies cool themselves in the icy lake at the center of the outdoor area. Slowly and gently you two separate. The looks between you are intense. For the first time in minutes you both look at me. Your eyes meet once more and Max pulls you close. You whisper briefly. Grin. He glances at me. You let go of him and swim toward me.
I sit up. “Want to go in the sauna?” I ask.
You shake your head. “Max and I are going to grab a drink. Wait here if you like.”
“Sure” I say.
While other guests are just getting into the pool, you two exit up the steps. Your long black hair falls over your shoulders, your soft hips moving fluidly. I see the glances of the other men. Drawn by your movement, their eyes travel from your sex, over your breasts, up to your face. Then to Max. Subtle, but their eyes sweep over his body, lingering a surprised second between his legs. The few women present look the other way around. A glance at Max, then at you. Probably wondering how you landed the most attractive man in the building tonight.
He wraps his arm around your waist and you walk toward the indoor area. His enormous cock sways heavily as he moves. You radiate pure sex. You were always so shy in public, but there’s no trace of that tonight. Proudly you look up at Max, press yourself against him, and you disappear through the door.
I stare after you. A woman nearby notices my gaze. Of course, it’s not polite to stare at naked strangers. Even if one of them is your wife. I sink back into the bubbling water and think.
Five minutes. I get nervous. Did they say they’re going for a drink, or getting a drink? I want to check. Turn to look through the glass front toward the bar, but I can’t see you. The bar is large, you could be around the corner. I try to relax.
Five more minutes. I can’t take it anymore.
I leave the pool and go inside. Walk to the bar. One table with a group of women, two couples. No Amelie. No Max. My heart races. Nervousness floods through me. I force myself to stay calm. There are at least five saunas in the indoor area. I start with the steam room. Empty. I circle the room and check every sauna. All empty. It really is quiet tonight. I check the indoor showers. Nobody.
Then something occurs to me. There’s a rest area on the upper floor that almost nobody knows about. On a night like this, it’s surely deserted.
I cross the large rest area on the ground floor and climb the stairs. Quiet as I can. Dimmed light. I listen. I’m aware of how I must look. A naked man with a visible erection, creeping up the stairs of a public spa, searching for his wife. What a picture. From the shower downstairs, water is splashing and I can’t make anything out. Then it stops. And goosebumps rise on my skin.
From the very last alcove, hidden behind the center pillar, come sounds. Unmistakable. Your suppressed breathing. Your moaning. I creep closer. You must be hyper-alert not to get caught. I peer around the corner and see you immediately through the wooden slats.
You’re making love. He’s on top of you. Your legs clamped around his body, your arms pulling him close. He isn’t fucking you fast. He takes you slowly. I see him pull back almost a forearm’s length, then sink back into you completely. Your pelvis takes him greedily, following his rhythm. I hold my breath. Your moaning is far too loud for a public space. You’re lucky no one else is here. I’ve fucked you in public before. With me you could be completely quiet. With Max you can’t. The sensation is apparently too intense.
I see his back. The muscles in his shoulders moving slowly. His thrusts are deep, each one bottoms out on your body. With every withdrawal I see his shaft, glistening from you, pulled almost entirely out before he sinks back in. Your heels dig into his lower back. Your fingers claw into his shoulder. You try to be quiet and fail. A choked gasp with every thrust, as if he’s pushing the air out of your body.
I stand behind the wooden wall and my heart hammers so loud I’m afraid you might hear it. My cock is rock hard, standing ridiculously off my body. I don’t dare touch it here. What if someone catches me… I look back to the stairs every few seconds, but noone is approaching.
His rhythm gets faster. Your gasping turns into a long, trembling tone I know so well. The tone that tells me you’re about to come. And then you fall silent, while he continues to sink into your body with his full weight. You pull him close, arms around his neck, mouth on his shoulder. I see your body tense, your legs clamping around him. Your pelvis lifts off the lounger and presses against him. You bite into his shoulder to suppress the scream. Your entire small body trembles under his weight.
He doesn’t stop. Of course not. He fucks you through your orgasm, and I watch you try to push him away while pulling him closer at the same time. Then he slows. His thrusts become deeper, more deliberate. He presses his pelvis firmly against yours and holds. A deep groan from his chest. I see his muscles tense, see him bury himself as deep as possible inside you. His body twitches. I know exactly what is happening. He’s coming inside you. Deep inside you. Deeper than I have ever felt you, to be exact. On your most fertile day.
“Ovulating today ??”
The message from this afternoon comes to my mind. My stomach turns. Arousal and jealousy so fused I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Your IUD kept us safe for so long, but that very act I have not felt for months is something sacred to me. It’s his seed that you will carry in your womb for the next few days, not mine.
You lie still. His weight on you. Your breathing calms slowly and I hear you laugh softly. A satisfied, full laugh. He lifts his head and kisses you. Tenderly. Like a couple in their honeymoon. I have seen this so often in the last months, but still it is hard to take.
I fight against my urge to expose myself and pull back quietly. Sneak down the stairs, my heart still racing. I wait a few minutes and think about work to calm my erection. Hands trembling. I go back to the outdoor pool and get in. The warm water wraps around my body. I try to steady my breath. My cock throbs underwater. I close my eyes and see it all again. How he came inside you, while I stood there watching that stranger inside my own marriage. The feeling almost overwhelms me. I know that feeling and it is borderline negative. I know that I need you calm me, to bring me back down to earth.
I love you so much it hurts.
Ten minutes pass until I see you through the glass front. You come out of the indoor area. Casual. As if nothing happened. Max has his towel loosely around his hips. You carry yours over your shoulder. Naked. Your hair slightly tousled. Cheeks flushed, but that could be from a sauna. At first glance, everything looks normal.
At second glance, it doesn’t.
Your walk is softer and you look satisfied. A change only I can see because I’ve known you for over a decade. You walk like a woman who has just been taken.
You come to the pool. Max gets in first, drops his towel on the lounger. His cock hangs heavy and still somewhat thickened. Impressive even in its softened state. I notice a couple at the edge of the pool briefly pause their conversation. The man throws a quick glance at Max, then turns away. The woman next to him is less discreet. Her gaze lingers a moment too long before she turns back to her partner and whispers something. Max doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care.
You glide into the water and come to me. Rest your arm on mine and lean your head briefly against my shoulder. “Forgot the drink” you say casually. Grin. Max sits next to us, a bit of distance. For a moment we’re just three people in a pool.
“Everything okay?” you ask me quietly.
I nod. “Everything’s fine.”
Under water your hand finds mine. You squeeze. Tight. Your code for “I’m with you”. My angst and nervousness vanishes immediately. It’s just my head playing games with me, I recognize as I do so often.
My gaze wanders under water between your legs. Being in still water far from the bubbly section, I can see it in the warm light of the pool. A fine, milky thread detaching from your pussy and dissolving into the water. His sperm, coming out of you. Here, in the pool, among strangers. My cock twitches so hard I have to compose myself. You notice my gaze and follow it downward. Our eyes meet, but say nothing. The expression in your eyes is a mix of mischief and gentle apology. You shrug ever so slightly. As if to say: What am I supposed to do? I want to hug you, to kiss you, to take you. But i don’t. It’s part of our game, of our agreement. We don’t want to confuse the people around us. Even if the thought of being exposed as a cuckold couple feels intriguing, it stays one of my many fantasies.
“Shall we go to the sauna?” Max asks after a while. “The big one.” You nod eagerly. We climb out. I take my towel and follow you to the Finnish sauna in the outdoor area. It’s cold outside. Your breath steams. You press yourself shivering against Max. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. Your entire upper body nearly disappears under his arm. The size difference is absurd. You barely reach his chest.
We enter the sauna. A large room in dark wood. Dimmed light. Three tiers around the room. On the middle bench, an older couple and a man sitting alone. The top bench has space. Max lays out his towel and sits. You lay yours next to him. I place mine on the other side and sit beside you. You sit between us.
The heat is immediate. I lean back and close my eyes. But my senses are wide awake. Every sound. The crackling of the heater. The breathing of the others. And your movement next to me.
When I open my eyes, you’ve leaned back on your towel, relaxed. Legs slightly apart. In the dim light I can see between your legs the state Max left behind. Still reddened. Lips swollen but closed. A wet gleam that becomes even more visible in the sauna heat. It looks like someone just fucked you. Because someone did. I glance at the other guests. Eyes closed. But the man on the middle bench seems to be watching you from the corner of his eye. His gaze wanders from Maxes dick to your face to your breasts and lower. I can’t blame him.
Max places his hand on your knee lightly. A casual gesture that means nothing to anyone watching. But his fingers move slowly, very slowly, up your inner thigh. I see it and my breath catches. You don’t visibly react, but I know you. I see your abdominal muscles tighten.
His hand stops at your upper thigh. High enough to be intimate. Not high enough to be obvious. He lets it rest there. You lean your head against his shoulder. It looks perfectly natural. A couple in the sauna. No one would suspect you’ve only known each other a year. Or that the smaller man two spots over is your husband.
The heat of the sauna is nothing compared to what burns inside me. I feel my cock getting hard again and try not to think about the scene I have seen just 30minutes ago. I carefully sit myself up, so it’s less visible. Max doesn’t have this problem. His cock lies heavy and relaxed on his thigh. Even soft, it’s a statement. The older couple on the lower bench stands and leaves. On her way out, the woman throws a brief glance upward. At Max and at his cock. Just briefly, then she’s gone. The lone man stays a minute more until he gets up and leaves. We’re alone.
The atmosphere shifts instantly. Max’s hand slides from your thigh between your legs. No detour. You let your legs fall a little wider. I see his fingers on your pussy. See them stroke over your swollen lips. A quiet, wet sound. You sigh softly but audible.
“She’s still full of me” he says to me, looking me directly in the eyes. Not provocative but satisfied. He is just stating a fact. My heart pounds in my throat and I just nod.
You reach for his cock. It grows quickly under your touch. Your small hand can barely wrap around it. You stroke him with slow, firm movements. In the heat, his skin glistens. Half-hard, he already looks more impressive than I will ever be.
Then you stop abruptly. “Someone could come in” you say. But your tone says “what a shame”. You kiss his shoulder and pull away. You stand up. “I need to cool down.” You walk down the steps and open the sauna door. For a moment you stand in the doorframe, naked, backlit. Your body steams in the cold air. Your silhouette is breathtaking. Then you’re outside.
Max and I sit alone in the sauna. A few seconds of silence.
“You okay?” he asks. It sounds genuine. I nod. “Yeah, all good Max.” He nods back. “She’s incredible” he says, just like that. “I know.” I say. And mean it.
We spend another hour at the spa. Switch between pools, saunas, and the steam bath. In the steam room, where visibility is near zero, you sit on Max’s lap. I sit next to you and hear you kissing. Hear your quiet breathing. I can’t see more than your silhouettes. His hands on your hips. Your pelvis moving almost imperceptibly. I’m not sure if he’s inside you. But I think so.
In the large whirlpool, later, when a few other guests are nearby, you sit between us. Your hand rests underwater on my thigh. Your other hand is with Max. Perfectly normal. Perfectly innocent. Except I know your body trembled underneath his an hour ago. And that his sperm is still inside you.
A young woman gets into the whirlpool and sits across from us alone. She is pretty. Her gaze falls on Max and stays. First his face, then his shoulders, his chest. When he stands to get water, her eyes follow him. His cock hangs heavy and imposing. I see her catch her breath and quickly look away. You’ve noticed too. You lean toward me and whisper: “See? I’m not the only one who looks.” You grin. I grin back, but something turns in my stomach.
At half past nine a public annoucement tells us the Spa closes soon and we decide to leave. In the changing room we get dressed. You pull on your sweatpants, no underwear.
In the car you sit in the back again. I drive. This time it’s quiet back there. No kissing. Your hand on his thigh, his arm around your shoulder. You whisper occasionally. Once I hear you laugh softly. I try not to listen and listen anyway.
But I know this was just the first half of our evening. The public part. The restrained part. I know how you two are behind closed doors. And as I pull into our street, I brace myself.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed living it. English is not my first language, so please forgive any rough edges. I guess they are part of the package, just like us ? – Amy