He can’t satisfy her. He can’t quell her cravings. But will he be able to sit by and watch as she is taken by another man? Will he be able to bear it? Will he be able to hide how much he loves watching his wife with another man?
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Heather hugged me, pulling me to her body. I felt her against me, her body practically vibrating with excitement. When she kissed me it was with a passion I hadn’t felt in a long time. There was a thrill running through her.
She stepped back from me and I turned to leave, thinking that maybe I could go and get some more work done while this happened. I felt her hand on my wrist, holding me back from leaving.
“Wait,” she said, “Where are you going?”
My voice was dry and uncertain, “To give you two some privacy.”
“No,” she replied with a sweet smile, “I want you there with me. I want you to see what this is. That this is just sex. That there isn’t anything there between us except physical attraction.”
She pulled me back to her, pulling me in close, “I want you to know that I’ll make love to you and only you. That with Rick it’s just fucking.”
I nodded, and followed the two of them as we made our way out of the kitchen.
We all walked together to the bedroom, moving as one group in silence, a few feet of space between each of us.
As we crossed the threshold it occurred to me vaguely that we were in our bedroom, not the guest room or the any one of the other rooms in the house. We were in our bedroom, in our bed. This was going to happen here. Where I slept. Where I made love to my wife.
The realization hit me and it made me vaguely uncertain, a feeling inside of me welling up that I couldn’t quite place. That feeling continued to percolate, but it was pushed into the background as I watched what happened next.
Rick reached out to grab my wife’s hand, sweeping her into her arms as she gave out a light little cry of amusement and surprise. Then a sigh as his arms enfolded her.