I hired him to make our dream home. I hired him to work hard and oversee everything. I hired him to do whatever it took to get the job done, but I never imagined he would go this far.
For as long as I’ve known her my wife had a dream about where she wanted to live. An old house redesigned to her every desire, crafted into her perfect fantasy. I wanted to make her happy.
So I agreed to buy this place, even knowing all of the effort it would take to fix it. I hired him to arrange for the redesign, even knowing it would take months. I watched as they grew closer, even knowing that as they did she drifted farther from me.
The house should have been done a long time ago. It’s been months since I’ve felt like I’ve been with my wife at all. All she can talk about is the project and her desires.
And him, the handsome and muscular man in charge.
I didn’t expect this to happen. I didn’t expect to be sneaking into my own house. I didn’t expect to catch them together. And most of all I never expected how I would react.
Because I cannot look away. Because I want this more than even she does.
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I watched as he lifted her easily into his arms, watched as he held her up there and put her on the pedestal that she deserved.
And all of the fantasy and need that I’d felt for so long spilled over, and I found myself gripping the door with clenched hands and hoping they wouldn’t see me. Not so that I wouldn’t be caught, but so that they wouldn’t stop. So that I could witness this for my own satisfaction more even than for theirs.
Chuck lay her in the bed on her back, his hands slipping from their place holding her to hold her thighs apart instead as his cock found its mark and slid in. She moaned, arching her back as her jaw trembled with delight. She took him, luxuriating in the feel of him inside her.
I could tell in an instant that this was what she needed. I could see in the way she responded to him, in the way he fucked her. It was forceful and fast, but it was controlling as well. He made it clear that he was in charge, that she could put her pleasure in his hands content with the knowledge that he would not disappoint her.
And he didn’t, pushing into her and spreading her open. He filled her with his thickness as she moaned and took him.
“Yes,” she cried out to him, “You’re so fucking perfect. You’re so fucking thick. You’re so fucking big.”
Chuck grunted in response, gripping her hands and pinning them over her head with one hand while his other slapped and grabbed her breast.
“Yes fuck me!” she begged him, “Oh god Chuck just like that you know how to make me feel!”
“You like it when I fuck you?” he asked her, punctuating his sentence with a forceful thrust that made her groan and moan with delight, “Tell me how you like it.”
“Hard. Fast. Rough. I want you to use me. I want you to use me like you need me. I want you to fuck me like I deserve. I want you to fuck me like he never could.”
She hadn’t said my name but she didn’t need to. She didn’t need to speak my name for me to feel the weight inside of me and know what she meant.
Chuck didn’t like things to go unanswered though.
“Who?” he asked, “Who can’t fuck you? Who can’t satisfy you?”
“My husband!” she cried out, “Fuck he can’t hold a candle to you baby. He’s never made me cum like you have! His cock is too small, his body too weak. He’s not even half the man you are baby! Keep fucking me, Chuck. Oh god don’t stop never stop.”
I stumbled then, losing my footing. I was dizzy from what I was witnessing and I stumbled forward and fell into the door, slamming it open and hitting the ground on my knees.
I PUSHED HER AWAY
I didn’t have to search for long, slinking along through the garden and peeping into rooms to try to find them. I could hear them, the unmistakable sound of their moans drawing my forward towards the bedroom window and compelling me up to take a look.
A look inside.
They were in my bed. The bed that I shared with my wife in sleep only at this point. She was on him, the curve of her back catching the light through the window as she rose and fell on him.
I could see her, the sweat beading on her skin and the moans of her filtering through the air and out the window to me. The window was cracked open just enough to let me hear all of it, to let me hear her words.
“Oh Lance yes,” she cried out, “Oh god I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“I’m sorry,” he grunted, “Your husband-”
“Don’t talk about him right now,” she begged desperately, “Let me forget about him for just a moment. For just a moment I need only you.”
Lance spun her and pinned her to her back on the bed. His hands gripped her knees and pushed them apart and I watched his ass rising and falling as he pressed into her.
Claire reached for him, caressing the side of his face and drawing a single delicate finger down the line of his jaw before she pulled him into her. She kissed him with passion and fury, pressing her tongue into his mouth with a desperate need as she moaned while his hands ran up her body to cup and squeeze her breasts.
“Oh Lance don’t stop,” she cried out, burying her face in his neck and then throwing it backward, “Don’t stop! Never stop!”
“Claire you feel fantastic,” he cooed, “So fucking perfect…”
I watched her heels come around to press into the small of his back. Her hands pressing his head down to push him onto her breasts as he kissed and licked at her nipples. I watched it happen and I couldn’t look away.
And that anger flared in me but changed. That jealous demon becoming something different and more multi-faceted. More complex.
I could feel it, that nauseous feeling that I’d felt that day in the hallway watching Julie. I could feel it welling up in me and pulling me forward. Rushing in me and making it so hard to look away.
Making everything so hard for me.
God I was aching, my cock throbbing in my pants as I watched them together. I could feel it straining against my zipper, pulsing hard and begging for release.
That same pulsing need was in me too, roaring with an anger and a fury that was difficult to ignore. It was telling me a truth long denied. A truth that no one could have told me and even if they did that I never could have expected.