I couldn't believe that I had let Alfie watch Melissa and me have sex. He had sat there in the closet, watching Melissa was on all fours and I was behind her, sliding in an out. He had listened to her moaning, watching my hands slide up and down her body. After we had finished, I forced him to leave silently.
And since then, things were getting worse. When we'd bump into Alfie while taking out the recycling or something, he'd be a sweetheart to Melissa. But the second she turned around, he'd pull be close and whisper things like "God, I'd love to fuck your wife doggy style, like you did in front of me." Or "Mmmm can you imagine Melissa sucking on my cock. She'd look so sweet."
One day while Melissa was in the pool, Alfie walked up and waved to her so she'd wave back, just so he watch her chest move. Then he said to me "Just think of how fun it would be to titty fuck your wife right here."
I had to be strong. I had to figure out a way out. And I was getting close. I was putting together a plan that would get Melissa and me into our own place, where we could finally put this all behind us.
But then came the day we went to go see the movie.
I don't remember what movie it was to be totally honest. Some dumb comedy that wasn't worth our money. But it was a date night so we decided to get drunk and see it anyway. It was so bad that we got drinks again afterwards. Melissa got pretty tipsy and I myself couldn't walk straight. All I remember thinking was that her soft brown skin looked incredible in that short flowy white dress.It was an incredible dress, short enough to be sexy without looking slutty. I wanted to touch her the whole night. It clung to her body perfectly.
I was getting ideas as to what to do at home the second we got back from the film.
We had planned on drinking so we had left the car at home and instead were calling an Uber. To save money, we used Uber ride share. Melissa is shorter than me so she sat in the middle. The driver was friendly enough, mostly in his own world. But half way through the drive, we stopped to pick up someone else. A total stranger. I never got his name. Older fit gentleman in a business suit. The second he got in, he was eyeing Melissa. Blatantly staring at her tits. Checking out her legs. He knew we were drunk. He was asking her all sorts of questions, where she's from, her race, nationality, if she works out. After a few minutes, the Uber driver reminded him to put on his seat belt.
He laughed to himself and apologized. He looked around for the place to plug it in. Melissa was sitting on it. He knew this. At least I'm pretty sure he knew this. But he took this opportunity to run his hand from Melissa's knee to the bottom of her white dress, along her soft leg, looking for the buckle. My face turned red. Melissa was too drunk to notice the violation.
The stranger looked at me, with his hand still touching Melissa's leg. I did nothing. I should have said something, or sneered back, but I didn't. He smiled.
He poked a bit under butt to look for the buckle. He even bit his lip to communicate "thinking." When this resulted in no buckle, he slid his hand under Melissa's right thigh again, touching my fiancee in front of me. I was growing extremely hot under the collar but I didn't say anything.
Melissa started to catch on that he was having trouble with the buckle and said "Oh, here, let me help," turning and leaning towards me. My eyes went straight for this man's face and from his expression, I could tell that Melissa was leaning enough to flash him a bit of her pantied ass. Half of her soft brown ass was showing in her tiny blue panties.
"Hmm, it is so dark in here," he said. The driver asked if he needed light but he said he was okay. He slid his hand down. It touched Melissa's ass. Not dress. Ass.
I could see his fingers poking the buckle.
"Still can't find it," he sighed. He took out his phone and shone a light on the seat. It flashed. It flashed again.
He was taking pictures of Melissa's exposed panties. And I wasn't stopping him.
Finally he found the buckle and clicked in his belt. Melissa sat back up. But in all the bustle, the top of her dress had moved and now this man, sitting next to her, could look to his left and see Melissa's bare tits. I knew this because I could see her bare tits. He licked his lips and asked her about her age, where she had gone to college, what she had studied, etc. All while watching her braless boobs jiggle with every bump we hit.
This stranger, this total and complete stranger, was looking right down at my fiancee's nipples.
My mind was racing. I thought of him leaning down and kissing Melissa's nipples in front of me. Of him just reaching out and touching her breasts. Exposing them to the driver. Of him taking the top of Melissa's head and moving it down to his lap where he'd take out his cock and I'd watch her head bob up and down while he moaned.
Of him titty fucking my fiancee, like Alfie had said. I was about to explode.
Finally, mercifully, we got to his stop. He said he had to get out and asked Melissa to lean again, this time putting a hand on her hip, guiding her. She obeyed, turning to the side. But this time, with his hand on her dress, he shifted it to see her entire ass.
I heard him mutter "Oh yes."
He sat there, staring at Melissa's ass. He would occasionally look back up at me to acknowledge exactly what he was doing.
His hand went down as his knuckles graced her cheeks, riding his pointer finger along the middle of Melissa's panties. As he unbuckled his belt, he turned his hand and let his fingers drag against her ass.
I felt Melissa, leaning up against me, change. Something in her body. She had suddenly realized that he had been perving, and that she had allowed it. As he got out, he gave her a little spank. Like Alfie had.
Then he blew her a kiss and got out.
We arrived back at our apartment, both confused. Melissa disappeared into the bedroom and walked out in just a shirt and the panties. She stood in the kitchen, making herself a pb&j while I struggled to say anything. Eventually I just got down to my boxers and walked up behind her, kissing her neck.
After a few moments of silence, Melissa spoke.
"He touched me."
I instantly got hard. I didn't mean to but I did.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to play the fool.
"The man in the car. He touched me."
"W-what do you mean," I asked again.
"When he was reaching for the belt, his hand touched my ass."
"Above or b-below your-"
"He touched my bare ass. I mean I have panties on but his hands felt my bare skin."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I feel so violated. Him touching me, right there, with you in the car, it was like him saying that my body wasn't mine but for him to enjoy."
I got even harder. Then I went silent.
She turned her neck to see my face.
