I was a shadow of the man I used to be. Not as strong. Not as hard. Not as dominating.
I should have seen it coming. I should have sensed that my wife was bored with me. That she craved the man I used to be.
And Lance could offer her that. He wasn’t just my boss he was handsome and domineering. He was in charge and he wanted her.
THey disappeared together at the office party and everyone was looking at me. Looking at me like they knew a secret I didn’t, but one that I could guess. Lance and my wife were gone, and the sounds coming from behind this door could mean only one thing.
What would I do? Could I just let this happen? Could I deny my own urge to watch?
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“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, her voice short and mean, “You’re interrupting. Get in or get out unless you want your entire office to see me blow your boss.”
“Oh darling,” he said with a smile, “They all already know what you’re doing back here.”
“True,” she replied, “But that doesn’t mean they can watch. Don’t you want me all to yourself?”
“Yes I do, I want that tight little ass all for me.”
Once their little exchange was over they both looked at me expectantly, waiting for my decision. And there was a part of me that wondered why I didn’t try CPR on that little beast of a man inside of me. I couldn’t take Lance but I could still rush him and get a few good hits in, and while I wasn’t as strong as I used to be I still knew what I used to know and that had to count for something didn’t it?
And maybe I didn’t work but maybe that was all that Molly wanted. To know that there was still a part of the man she fell for in here. That there was a part of me that would still be willing to fight.
But it was useless and futile. That part of me had been chained up for so long it was gone at this point. There was no fight left in me, and the truth was that I wasn’t the man she wanted anymore. I couldn’t be what she needed.
“Sorry,” I said softly, and then made the last decision I could make, the last choice that I could have for myself. I stepped inside.
Thinking back I know the reason why but at the time I couldn’t tell you what it was. I knew that there was something in me that was compelling me to do that, some part of me that made me step through that door and close it shut behind me. Maybe I would explain it away as a misunderstanding. Maybe it was my indecision and maybe it was just that I was flustered in the moment and made a snap decision.
But the truth was so much simpler than that: I needed to see this.
I needed to see it happen and I needed to see her with him. Not because she was beautiful and he was strong, though that was undeniably true. Not because I needed a reminder of what I used to have but that was probably true as well.
No, I needed to see this because I needed to see the moment I lost her. I needed to see the moment a better man took her from me and know that every decision I had made from the moment I turned my back on the man I used to be had led to this. I needed to see him take her because my body craved it with every inch of my being.
So I stepped inside of that door and I shut it behind me and I pressed my back up against it and watched every moment of what happened next with rapt attention and a throbbing cock in my pants. I couldn’t look away, because I’d never needed anything in my life as much as I needed this.
And while my attention was fixated on them, their attention was fixated on each other.