The holidays had been tied into our relationship from the start. They had meant so much to us for so long, but lately I’ve been questioning if it might be too much.
I think that both Eve and I are a bit tired of our relationship. It is steady and boring. It is the same thing every year.
And when her best friend Kylie brings her hot and handsome new boyfriend to our Christmas Party it’s exciting and enthralling. He’s charming and cocky, and he has eyes for my wife.
I’ve lost track of them. I don’t know where they are. I can hear the moans coming from behind our bedroom door.
Can I bear to look?
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I want to tell you that I know what I should have done at that moment. That I know that however much I may have been enjoying the sight of my wife I should have been firm and insistent on the bonds of our marriage. I should have recognized this for what it was and broken free of the spell that held me in thrall. That I should have burst in there and stopped this.
But I didn’t.
I don’t think that I could. Something was keeping me back, some knowledge inside of me that this was right and true. That this was what should happen and that I belonged out here instead.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would be intruding on something private if I walked in there. That if I interrupted them I would be the one in the wrong.
So I stooped there, paralyzed with the desire of watching them and wanting to see this happen. I stayed low and I felt my entire body ache with desire as they stripped the clothing from each other’s bodies and embraced their naked skin.
I didn’t even notice that the door behind me had opened. So fixated was I on the scene in front of me that it wasn’t until she slipped her hand over my mouth that I realized I was no longer alone.
I couldn’t move still, as I felt her slight body press up against me from behind me. As I felt her hot breath on the side of my face while she glanced into the room with me.
Together we watched Xander bend my wife over on the bed. We watched him step up behind her and spear her with a single thrust. We watched her bury her head into the sheets and bite them to stifle her cries of passion.
He fucked her hard and fast, his firm body tense with the effort of pleasuring her. He fucked her with the whole of himself, and I was stunned by the sight of his body tensing and flexing.
And the sight of her, of my wife losing herself to the passion of another man. To the sight of her gripping the sheets and holding on as he gave his everything to her.
Kylie slipped a hand down my front and slid it between my legs. She played over the outline of my throbbing hard cock and squeezed it lightly through my pants. I heard her voice, barely even a whisper in my ear.
“Dirty boy,” she said, “Naughty boy. Do you want me to stroke you? Do you want me to blow you? Do you want me to fuck you?”
Her voice was dripping with pure sexual desire. It was unlike anything I had ever heard before and I knew in an instant that a night spent in the company of Kylie would be a night to remember. It would be a night that I would never forget.