Jenn and I had been dating for several years and had been engaged for several months before I called it off. After several months apart, we had come back together probably more out of loneliness and uncertainty then any real thought about our future or our compatibility. We lived together for another year before we eloped and got married in the Caribbean, just us with no friends or family present.
A few months after our marriage, it all came crashing down.
I worked about an hour north of my home and owned an older car that barely got me back and forth to work. One evening as fall approached, I decided I needed to go after work and look for a new car. I'd been eyeing a Ford Explorer (they were pretty new at the time). I'd always wanted a Bronco, but they weren't sold anymore so this was the closest I could get. It would be a stretch on our budget, but I was hoping I'd be able to swing the payments.
I called Jenn and told her my plans, and that while I wasn't going to buy I at least wanted to swing past a couple of lots and see what they had, and I'd be home a few hours late. One of my oldest friends was visiting, and they both liked to smoke pot, so I figured she'd be entertained and wouldn't be upset that I was out late.
As it turned out, by the end of the day I was exhausted. Issues that always required a ton of attention bogged down my day, and after leaving work I reached the first lot and decided I just didn't have it in me and headed South back towards home.
We lived in a neighborhood where the houses were really close together, and our driveway was only 1 car deep and a couple cars wide as part of our front yard. Since Pat was down, there wasn't any room in the driveway for my car, so I parked in a common lot just 50 feet down from my house. Grabbing my stuff, I headed up towards my house. Approaching the front door, I could smell the slight scent of pot and their voices from the back deck. I decided to walk around back to join them and started walking around the house when Pat's voice suddenly stopped me in my tracks.
"If you're not sure this is what you want, why don't you come inside and see what you've been missing?"
My heart started beating faster as I waited for Jenn's reply. Had I misunderstood? Or was my friend really trying to convince my wife to cheat on me? I also knew how horny she got when she was high. Did he realize that and was trying to use it to his advantage?
"I can't! I know somethings isn't right, but I do love him and don't know what to do!"
"I know. I don't want to pressure you into something you're not comfortable with. Let's finish this bowl, and then we'll head in and watch a movie."
"Pass that thing over here!" Jenn giggled.
Not wanting to let them know I overheard, but not certain I could face them right away, I returned to my car. I sat there for a while, seriously debating how I felt about the whole situation. I knew deep down that our relationship was flawed, but jealousy still holds true even under those circumstances.
I sat there for about a half hour before I decided I needed to head back up to the house. This time there was silence from around back, so I assumed they had headed inside to watch their movie. Still uncertain of myself and the situation, I crossed the front yard and peeked in through the living room window.
In the flickering light of the TV, I could see Jenn leaning back against Pat as they sat casually in the corner of the sectional sofa under a blanket. Jenn's eyes were on the screen, but Pat was looking down at the side of Jenn's neck. I couldn't see any movement under the blanket, so I imagine his arms were casually wrapped around her stomach. Suddenly Pat's head moved down slowly, and I could see him nestle his mouth into the side of Jenn's neck. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted slightly back and to the left and her mouth opened ever so slightly.
I froze, only half believing what I was seeing. He started gently kissing her neck, and the blanket slowly started to slip down off their torsos. Pats hands slowly came into view, lightly moving over the fabric of Jenn's shirt around her stomach. Then, slowly, their caresses started moving upward, lightly feathering the underside of her breasts.
Jenn's head turned towards Pat, and her lips met his. Tentative at first, then with a little more urgency. Pat's hands moved down and slid under her shirt, then started their journey back up, this time exposing skin as they traversed her body. He continued, and then started cupping her breasts with his hands. Sliding a finger of each hand under the bottom of her bra, he pulled it away from her skin just enough to slide the underwire over her breasts, exposing her rock-hard nipples to the air.
Continuing to kiss her, he lightly tugged at her nipples, and I could hear see her hips start to move ever so slightly as her arousal increased. Pat, seeing an opening, took his right hand and slowly slid it down, slipping it just inside the front of her stretchy pants, and dipping down. Sliding his hand down a little further, his fingers obviously reached their target as she suddenly stopped kissing him and tipped her head back and arched her back slightly. I could only imagine his fingers caressing her pussy lips, perhaps dipping just inside to heighten her arousal further.
Whispering something in her ear, she stood up, and hooking her thumbs inside her waistband, slid her pants and panties to the floor, then resumed her position between his legs lying back. His hand immediately went back to her pussy, and I could see him rubbing her clit gently, occasionally reaching down a little further and sliding a few fingers inside of her.
Even though I was insanely jealous, I was also rock hard. Seeing your woman in the throes of passion with another man is a very heady experience. I didn't want to risk being noticed, but I had to get a closer look, so I crept around back and snuck in through the basement. I came up the stairs as quietly as I could and took position in an adjacent room where the door was open just a crack. With the dim light in the living room and the darkness in my room, there was no way they'd be able to see me.
Peeking through the door, I could see that Pat was picking up the pace fingering her Pussy. I could smell her sex in the air, and I could hear her softly moaning as he continued rubbing her clit, sliding two fingers into her and out, then back to her clit.
"That feels so good" she breathlessly whispered... "don't stop, I need to cum so bad!"
