I followed her out of her class after it was done, watching her walking with that stranger. I watched as he pulled her into the bushes and I rushed forward to intevene, thinking she was in trouble. I stopped short when I heard her moan.
My wife has been working such long hours that I barely see any of her anymore. I decided to surprise her after class, sneaking in and sitting at the back to watch and wait for her to be done. She didn’t leave alone.
He pulled her out of the bushes and into the building and I know that I should have turned away or confronted them. Instead I found my feet carrying me forward around the side of the building, sneaking around and peeking in through her office window to watch.
My wife has always been good to me, even if she can be a little harsh. She’s always been loyal and true. I can’t believe this is happening.
She is cheating on me. She is cheating with a student. He has his hands on her. She is in his arms.
I watch through the window and I hear her confession. I hear her reasons why he can satisfy her more than I ever could. Each word is a dagger in my heart.
But I can’t help but watch.
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“Anything you want,” she promised, “Anything you like. I’m yours, just give it to me.”
She was begging him. She was waiting for him. Her anguish at denial was so strong that even here on the other side of the window I could feel it.
And rather than it hurting me, all I wanted was for him to satisfy her needs.
It might have been because of anger. It might have been because of the pain he was causing me.
Him humiliating her, turning her into this weak and willing woman, that satisfied a cruel part of me. It made me see her differently.
But I couldn’t deny that at least partly I wanted it for me. I wanted to see what this man could do. I wanted to see what he could make her do.
See how he could satisfy her.
See how badly he could make her beg.
“That’s right,” he said, “This is about what I want. You’re only happy if I’m happy. That’s what a good whore likes. She likes to satisfy her man. Do you satisfy your husband?”
“Anything satisfies him,” she confessed quickly, “He’s weak. He worships the ground I walk on. He’d do anything I say. He’s not a man like you.”
Her words, each and every one of them, were a dagger in my heart. It hurt me to know what she thought of me. To know how she thought I felt.
But at the same time, could I deny them?
I’d thought the same things she was saying now. I’d felt those feelings, made those confessions. I would do anything for her, anything to keep her happy.
It was at least part of the reason I was out here instead of in there confronting her.
“What would he say if he saw you like this?” he asked, “What would he do if he knew you were cheating on him?”
“He’d get down on his knees and beg to lick me,” she said quickly, “He’d greet me home with a kiss and he’d tell me tonight is all about me. He’d tell me that everything is about me. He’d get down on his knees and taste me, tasting you inside of me. He’d lick me clean with a smile on his face.
“I wouldn’t even have to ask.”
My body was shaking, trembling. My hands were white knuckle fists pressed against the wall in front of me. My cock was rock hard and aching in my pants, throbbing and begging for release.