I’d read stories which claimed husbands got turned on by knowing their wives were fucking someone else. One thing for sure, I sure wasn’t turned on one bit.
Turned on? No! But curious, yes! I admit I just had to see for myself what Harry was doing different from what I did to her. Why she’d throw away our marriage for him; it just didn’t make sense.
At least I didn’t peek around trying to spy on them; instead I stood right there in the doorway watching as she locked her legs around his back and heard her moan as she tried to lift her pussy to meet his long strokes.
It hurt, but I was right there watching as Pat unwrapped her legs and then, with her feet flat on the bed started fucking upward just as franticly as he was driving his cock into her. I saw her start to shudder and heard her screaming gibberish as her eyes rolled back in her head and she acted like a wild woman before finally collapsing and lying so still that the first time it happened with me, I thought she was dead.
I wanted to kill her, I wanted to kill him, Crap! I even wanted to kill myself, but I knew I was too much the coward to do either. Instead I just watched as she slowly came around. I was standing over her, my face not a foot from hers when her eyes suddenly popped open.
“Why?” I asked.
“I’m sorry you had to see this,” She whispered. Now that she had her rocks off I guess a little of her senses returned–just a little though.
“It’s just so good, Honey. You can’t imagine how he makes me feel. Now step back and let us finish, then I’ll take care of you.”
She spread wide and ‘Good ole Harry’ kneeled between her legs ready to guide his cock into her again. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how his cock looked, pushing her labia apart while his oversized balls dangled beneath.
“Not tonight, you won’t.” Asshole sneered. “But you can just sit over there in that chair and watch–maybe you’ll learn something about satisfying a woman like a real man. If you’re a good little cucky I may even let you clean both of us up after I finish fucking her.”
His words, “Little Cucky” ate at me as I started to move away. It started with a strange ringing in my ears, followed by shortness of breath then an abundance of it. I knew I was sucking in air while a strange aching began in the pit of my stomach…
“FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Someone screamed those words. Somehow it was like I was standing aside watching another ‘me’ grab Asshole’s ball sack and starting to twist and squeeze it. Asshole was screaming and crying–I could clearly see him in the wall mirror as his facial features began to look like something out of a horror movie.
I somehow knew just what the ‘me’ was feeling–how much he was enjoying getting back at my tormenter–wait, why did he care what Asshole had done to me?
Someplace–far in the back of my mind, I wondered if it was really me doing the things I was seeing, but how could that be? I was a wimp, a coward, nothing but a worm–I’d never do anything like this.
Still–Pat was pulling at the ‘me’ telling him to stop before he killed Asshole, saying she was sorry, that she really love…