It’s banned at work, no dating among coworkers and certainly no marriage. For the four years we’ve been working here we’ve had to keep our life together a secret.
My wife is beautiful and intense, every moment with her challenges me and I love it. She is my equal or my better. She will not stand for anything less than perfection.
Keeping our relationship a secret has been difficult. I see the way our coworkers look at her and I know that they harbor secret desires for her.
Jessica is gorgeous and perfect. She knows that men want her and she thrives on that knowledge, playing them expertly for her own ends.
Before we left for this corporate retreat she told me she wanted us to live out in the open. She wanted our company to know that we were married and to finally give up on our secrets and our lies.
I told her no.
So now she’s punishing me. She’s flirting with our cocky coworker and stringing him along. She’s taking this farther than I ever thought she would. She’s playing chicken with me, and I know that she won’t blink.
I’ve lost track of them now, racing through this hotel trying to find them. I can hear their voices and know what’s happening.
But I have to see it for myself.
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Looking through the door I saw them, my Jessica and that asshole, Daryl. He had her pressed up against the wall from behind, legs spread wide and her dress hiked up. His pants were around his ankles, his hands on her waist and he was thrusting into her.
I couldn’t see the details but then I didn’t need to. I knew what it looked like when my wife got fucked.
Even if I’d never seen it from this angle, watching as someone else was inside of her. Even still I could see it written on their bodies and their movements, and on her face.
“Oh fuck Daryl don’t stop,” she moaned, “Don’t stop fucking me.”
Her hands were scrabbling at the walls for purchase. He was pounding her from behind with a steady rhythm, the cheeks of his ass flexing with every thrust.
Every now and then a growl would escape him, and he would respond with more vigor and more power and more speed, pounding into her hard and fast as words left her and only moans and cries remained.
This was happening, this was really happening. My wife was cheating on me right in front of me.
And I don’t know why I can’t do anything to stop it.
By all rights I should storm in there, summon up the power and the fury inside of me and lash out at both of them. She was my wife and my partner, and though our relationship was undoubtedly antagonistic there was still love in my heart for her. Hell just because of the antagonism that was a part of me I should be responding with fire and fury, I should be acting like this was a part of any argument or debate I’d been in.
And I should have been righteous in my indignation.
But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t step out of my hiding spot. I just watched as he gave her his everything, as this asshole fucked my wife right there in front of me.
There was a tremble of fear running through me, knowing the significance of this. Not just the act itself but the willful setup. The flirting at the party. The open door between our rooms. This had to mean that she planned this, that she planned all of this.
Jessica knew that Daryl was interested in her. She’d seen the way that he’d looked at her, even commented on it a few times.
But she always bookended it by calling him an asshole, by putting him down and putting herself up. She hated the man as much as I did so why was she letting this happen?
Just to punish me? Just to teach me a lesson?
No, it had to be more than that. Jessica would do a lot, but I wouldn’t warrant this to her.
“Fuck yes, your dick is so fucking perfect,” she moaned, “Oh fuck Daryl I’ve never been fucked like this in my life.”
“You like it slut?” he crooned in her ear, “You like it hard and rough?”
“Yes!” she cried out, “I love it when you treat me like a slut. Fuck me, Daryl, pound me until I can’t walk straight anymore.”
There was a crack as his hand spanked her and his hips pounded into her. So hard and so forceful that I swear they were about to break through the wall into the other room. He didn’t hold back at all. He didn’t stop.
Jessica had her face pressed against the wall, her cheek against the wall. Her eyes stayed closed the whole time, letting him have all of her.
But they opened now and when they did they fell on the door between our rooms. They searched the crack in the door and they found me. And when she did she grinned, knowing that I was seeing this happen.