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  Nick leaned in again, and he did bend Sydney in half this time. Her ankles were by her ears. It was in this position that he finished her. The bed creaked beneath them as he pounded Sydney as hard as he could. His grunts joined her moans in a symphony of unbridled lust. She held his face in both hands and stared at him, as if willing him to fuck her even harder.

  I couldn’t take it. With a sad moan, I shot my load and a stain spread across the front of my pants. I was humiliated, and yet, I’d never felt more alive. Is this how a junkie feels when his high kicks in?

  Since I never thought Sydney would fuck Nick, I never thought about protection. She didn’t either. She wailed his name once more and came a final time when he buried his cock inside her, clearly unleashing his load. He seemed to pump his cum inside my wife forever.

  When it was done, Sydney’s legs flopped to the bed, and Nick fell on top of her. They clung to each other, and seeing my wife in her lover’s arms in post-orgasmic bliss was a bridge too far. I skulked away from the window and left them in peace. I had to get away.

  I picked a careful path to the car and avoided any awkward encounters. I dabbed at my pants with tissues I found in the backseat, but there was no hiding what I’d done to myself. Insane as it was, I was embarrassed for Sydney to see it. I waited fifteen minutes, and sent her a text, telling her I was waiting in the car.

  Almost a half hour passed before I saw her slim silhouette approaching in the lights from the house. Wrapped in her long coat, she was the image of propriety. Only three of us knew what she’s just been doing in that bedroom. Her lipstick had been fixed, but her hair was not quite in place. If one knew what to look for, they would know she’d been up to no good. I kept the engine running, so the car was warm when she joined me.

  “Why are you waiting out here? People asked where you went,” she asked.

  “What did you tell them?”

  “I said you weren’t feeling well and we had to leave.”

  “Nick was probably hoping that would give him more time with you.”

  Sydney looked away. “He did offer to drive me home.”

  “Were you tempted to go?”

  “Are you okay?”

  I let her non-answer slide.

  “I don’t know. When I saw you go off with him…”

  “You saw us leave the party? I didn’t know for sure you would follow me.”

  I stared out the driver’s side window. “What did you say to him?”

  “I said we should talk about what happened. Nick said, ‘What is there to talk about? I get that it was a mistake.’ He looked pretty shocked when I told him it wasn’t.”

  “Did you tell him you wanted it to happen again?”

  “I just said that I liked it, and I was sorry I reacted so badly. I wished I could take it back. He asked about you, and I told him I realized what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.”

  Those words would come back to haunt her.

  “Kev, you don’t seem okay.” She took my hand.

  “It’s okay, Syd. I wanted this. Just tell me about it.”

  “Let’s go home first.”

  “Tell me,” I replied, an edge in my voice.

  “Okay.” Quiet, cowed. “I excused myself and wondered if he would follow, but he did. He met me in the hallway, but you know that.”

  “I thought you saw me.”

  “How was it? Was seeing me with Nick what you thought it would be?” A hint of anger in her voice now.

  “It was strange. Hot.”

  “So you liked it?”

  Her hand left mine, but paused when she felt the wet spot on the front of my pants. That answered her question. She unfastened my belt. When she touched my cock, she found life was already returning to it. She repeated, “You liked it.”

  I nodded, breathed, “Yes.”

  “I didn’t think you’d follow us. I’m sorry, but it felt weird to have you spying on us. I don’t know if I could have done it with you there. That’s why I went into the bedroom with him. Did you stay outside the room? Did you listen?”

  So she had no idea I was at the window. I was not about to tell her. Why was it okay for her to fuck another man, but it was wrong for me to want to watch? I told a half-truth. “I did for a while. I heard you moaning.”

  “And that got you off.” A statement, not a question.

  “Yes.” I was fully hard again.

  “You want to know what happened, don’t you? You want to hear the details.” She wasn’t taunting me, but she seemed to enjoy my conflict. Maybe it was easier to deal with her guilt if she watched me squirm.

  “Don’t tease me, Syd.”

  Sydney stroked my cock and told me all the gory details as she remembered them. Of course, I knew where she forgot something, or skipped over parts. I don’t think she intentionally left anything out, but she was so caught up in it that it was more about the total experience, not the individual moments.

  “He made you cum, didn’t he?” I whispered.

  “Yes,” her voice husky. “Twice.”

  “Did you like sucking his cock?”

  “It felt so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to please him.”

  If Sydney took it right up to where things crossed the line would she tell me everything? I thought she would. We didn’t have secrets. “Did he cum in your mouth?” I asked. I finally looked at her. She looked away.

  “No, not in my mouth. I wouldn’t let him.” She did not elaborate.

  “But you made him cum, too.”

  “Yes.”

  Sydney did not let me ask any more questions, but leaned across the console and took my cock in her mouth, easily deep throating me. I knew it was to avoid telling me what she’d done, but her mouth felt so good I didn’t care. Sydney did not want to tell me she’d fucked Nick, and I couldn’t get the truth without admitting I’d spied on her. I groaned her name and pushed my cock up at her mouth. I fucked her mouth as much as she sucked me and closed my eyes. It was too easy to picture Sydney under Nick, taking his cock. I blasted my cum down her throat in seconds. She kept sucking until she’d drained every last drop.

  I helped her back across the seat and we just stared at each other. We’d shared something crazy and intense, and I don’t think either of us knew how to proceed. Sydney had to be wondering if I looked at her the same. And I couldn’t help but question if she still saw me as her loving, devoted husband. Sure, I had this dirty fantasy she had fulfilled for me, but it didn’t change how I felt in my heart. My head was reeling, but she was still Sydney, the girl I’d fallen in love with and wanted to grow old with. I broke the silence.

  “I love you, Syd.”

  Her relief was palpable. I thought she might cry. “I love you, too. I love you so much. Are we okay?”

  “Of course we’re okay. Honey, we did this together. I wanted you to do it, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. We’re good. I mean it.”

  “I love you so much.”

  Sydney cuddled up against me as I put the car in drive and got out of there. I knew we would relive this night over and over again, but she would never tell me she fucked Nick, and I would never ask. That would always be unspoken between us. And while I loved Sydney and meant everything I said, I knew something had changed between us. We’d entered a new phase in our marriage. Deep down I knew this would not be the last time Sydney would play with another man at my urging. All I had to do was convince her to let me watch.

  About the Author

  Kirsten McCurran lives in the suburbs with her husband, young children and a dog named Jake. She lives out her vivid fantasy life through her writing. Kirsten is most interested in exploring the fantasies and inner sexual lives of women like her. The more she writes, the crazier her fantasies become and she's just as excited to see what she comes up with next as she hopes you are. Kirsten is the author of 13 ebooks. She would love to hear feedback on her work and can be reached on Facebook, at [email protected] or through Twitter @kirstenmccurran.

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