James realized it was going to be a long week. He had decided to spy on Katy for each of the 5 overnight shifts he was scheduled to work. This meant calling in to work and telling his boss that he had a back injury—it had to be believable if he was going to stay out of work for an entire week.
"Really, I ought to confront her right now," thought James, "I guess that's what most husbands would do." But a strong tug in his pants brought that thinking to a halt. "You can make an issue out of it any time you want," he thought. His mind was having a visual ping-pong match: on one side, the image of Katy held in thrall to another man—the sweating, the screaming, the not-so-strange stranger's cum all over her. This was the jealous, burning half of himself that made his eyes well up with tears and his fists clench. Did she actually have feelings for these lovers of hers? There was no telling. "She cried with joy when someone else made her cum," thought James, "and she always told me that my ability to make her cum was one of the things she loved about me. Does that mean she loves him, too?" These thoughts were a plague to James.
Then there was the other half, the one that liked to see Katy enjoying herself. This side of James' mind knew that Katy was still in love with him, but had to have her fill. That she would always come to James for matters of the heart, but there was no telling if he would ever be enough to satisfy her craving for cock. This was the half of James' that caused him to cum when Katy did, even when it was another man's thrusts making her shudder. This half of James' personality—the half that was winning the ping-pong match--didn't exactly hate the idea that Katy might never be faithful to him.
"And damn, that fantasy of hers! What is it about that fantasy that makes Katy cum so hard? Oh, right, it's the part where I'm sobbing as another man cums inside of her. My pain is her turn-on. Fucking great. What have I gotten myself into?"
James put on his work clothes and walked out to the living room to convince his wife that he was going to work. Katy was wearing her black "tiny" sundress—James' favorite. He could see her nipples pressed against the fabric. She was sitting on her legs, and as James plopped down on the couch next to her, he caught a glimpse of her uncovered bush.
"Hey baby," he said, stroking her calf, "It's about that time."
Katy turned her face away from the T.V. screen and smiled at her husband. "Have a good night at work," she said genuinely.
"I'll be thinking about you all night," said James, and slid his hand up Katy's thigh to lightly play with her clit.
"Oooooh," moaned Katy, and closed her eyes as James fingered her. He noticed that she was drenched within seconds.
"What are you thinking about?" he inquired
"Nothing. I mean, you!. I, I—" and then Katy leapt uncontrollably to cling to James and bury her head in his shoulder for her violent orgasm, just as she had for Tim the night before. James realized that she was picturing him crying in pain as another man came inside of her, and that she was picturing this while James fingered her. Panting, Katy rubbed James' crotch through his work pants. He almost came, but surprised himself by holding it back.
"Well, that was fun," he said. "Got any plans tonight?" Katy looked at him like he was nuts.
"You know I never go anywhere at this time. I'm on my way to bed!"
"All right then, sugar. Just checking. See you in the morning!" They exchanged a loving kiss, Katy biting James playfully on the lower lip as he rose to leave. "Those lips had Tim's cum on them less than 12 hours ago," thought James as he locked the front door. He went to his car, turned on the ignition and headlights, and drove in the direction of work. Taking a left at the second side street he came to, James parked his car in front of a neighbor's house and jogged back to his own.
He crept quietly into the kitchen through the backyard door, where he could already hear Katy chatting to someone.
"Just now," she said. Then, silence. James realized that she was on the phone. "Well, that would make me feel better. Uh huh. No, that way, if he comes home sick or something, I can just tell him I was out for a ride. He knows I do that sometimes. Okay, see you in ten." James, crouching behind the refrigerator, heard Katy get up off of the couch and walk towards the door, away from the kitchen.
"Shit," he thought to himself. "She's going over to his place." James, always one to think on his feet, waited for the living room lights to turn off before running out of the kitchen door, closing it right after he hears the front door close, and sprinting to his car. He heard the ignition of Katy's car start up as he opened his car door. Leaving the headlights off, James zoomed his vehicle around the block, just in time to see Katy's license plate and tail lights one block ahead of him. James kept his headlights turned off until he was at a safe enough distance for Katy not to notice she was being followed.
Once they got to Tim's house, James pretended to drive past before executing roughly the same maneuver he had at his own home. He then crept up to the darkened house to find a way in. The only light on was one in an upstairs bedroom. The curtains were tied open, and James could see Katy, her back to the window, apparently talking to Tim. Her tiny black sundress was still on.
James decided to try windows on the opposite side of the house, the better to go in undetected. "Fucking a married woman isn't criminal, but B&E most certainly is. That's ironic," thought James, as he found an unlocked window and opened it to crawl over the sash, into the dark of this stranger's dining room.
He could hear Katy's voice upstairs, punctuated by the lower tones of a man. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying. James crept up the carpeted stairs towards the dimly lit 2nd floor hallway, taking care not to step too hard lest an unwelcome creak give away his presence. As he got to the last few stairs, he could hear their conversation.
"—and I don't plan on stopping any time soon," Katy was saying. "I love him, but—"
"He's got a tiny cock?" interrupted Tim. James inched closer to the sliver of light streaming from Tim's bedroom. He got as close as he could dare to allow himself, just close enough to see Tim's back as he faced James' wife. If Tim took one step in either direction, Katy might see James standing there in the hallway.
"No, not really," said Katy. "I mean, it's big enough, and he knows what do with it, it's just that he cums after 15 minutes."
"So?"
"And he can only cum once, then he's finished for the day."
"Ohhh," said Tim, understandingly.
"Besides, even if James was as good as any of you guys, I'd still want variety!"
"Well, you're such a little nympho, don't you realize he's going to find out eventually?"
"Oooooh, the thought of that just made me very, very wet."
"Well, I can sure help with that," chuckled Tim as he pulled Katy's tiny, black sundress over her head and her waiting, upraised arms.
It was just then that James realized something. 'Any of you guys?'
'Variety?!"
She wasn't about to fuck Tim, or Bobby, but someone else entirely! James had been right, he realized, to wonder how many men had peeled a sundress off of his wife. Apparently, it was a least a few. He watched as his naked wife pulled the t-shirt off of this new man (new to him, at least—he did have her cell phone number, after all) and began to kiss him deeply on the mouth. James was suddenly aware that if Katy were to open her eyes at that moment, she would see her husband out in the hallway with his hand down the front of his work pants. His very next thought was that if they were going to keep the lights on, and he was going to be standing in the dark, then maybe they wouldn't really see him at all, as long as he didn't make a peep. He decided to bank on this assessment, and moved to within centimeters of the bedroom door, pushing it open a couple more inches as his wife and her lover-of-the-day groped their way towards the bed.
James had full view of Katy's sweaty, trembling body as yet another stranger violated her in ways James had never even dreamed of. By the time they were finished, hours later, Katy had screamed, moaned, and/or scratched her way through 12 orgasms (James managed to keep count this time). Her lover (named Steve, as James learned when Katy yelled out his name) had cum in Katy's mouth once (which she swallowed), on her tits once, and of course, he had given her a creampie for dessert. James came twice. The second time was with Katy and Steve, while James had a full side view of the Steve on top of his crazed wife and could see their facial expressions as they climaxed. No surprise there.
No, what surprised James the most was that he came in his pants about an hour into Katy's romp. It surprised him because he never would have thought he would be turned on by the following:
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Tell me you love it."
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I love it!"
"Tell me you love my cock."
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I love your cock!"
"Which do you love more, my cock, or your husband?"
"Ah! Ah! Your cock! Ah! Is way better! Ah! Than my husband's!"
"No, ungh, ungh. I mean, if you had to choose, ungh, ungh, would you pick your marriage, ungh, or my cock?"
"OOOooooohhh my god! AH! AH! AH!"
"Tell me!"
"OOOOhhhhh your COCK! AUUUUGGGGH! I LOVE YOUR COCK MORE THAN I LOVE MY HUSBAND! "
