*** Author note: This is the first time I have written something NOT just for my intended audience ... although it is to/for her. Maybe she'll eventually share her perspective. ***
Her long, luxurious black hair cascaded like a waterfall down around her alabaster skin, over her exposed shoulders, down over her ample breasts over her stomach all the way to her full hips. The light shone off that hair, her head leaned back. Eyes shut tight, her mouth opened slightly as she moaned. I watched as her hands rubbed her own nipples. Absolutely gorgeous.
Involuntarily my eyes looked down at the muscled chest of the guy whose hard cock was right now putting that look on her face and a pang of jealousy took over. Standing there I looked down. My cock still glistening and wet with cum, once hard, now hung limp. I momentarily wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew here.
After twelve years together, my fiance was fucking another man. Right here in front of me. Holy shit did she look sexy ...
Maybe it shouldn't have been so surprising after all.
Let me tell you a little bit about how I got here, and how here is a place that I want to stay for as long as you'll let me.
My name is Kevin and I'm in my mid 40's. I'm still in decent enough shape from my younger days that I can carry around my weight but I perfected the "dad bod," long ago. Bald, half by choice, with a big beard, I give off a more imposing look than I might be.
The love of my life, who right now is doing something unspeakable with another man? That's Jessica Auchery. She is a little younger than me, still in her early 40's, doesn't look a day over 30 when her hair's dyed its usual jet black. She's a thick girl with ample tits and an ass that is worshiped by several Caribbean natives and should be a national treasure.
Our story has been truly amazing with love that has withstood barriers and brought two people together. It started out raunchy enough, as we were both married when we got together, but it really is special. Nothing we ever did could have fully prepared me for this moment.
It is funny, despite how we started, Jessica had always been a little on the cautious side when it came to sex, even with her greater personal experience. It even was the source of the joke about her name, Auchery, and why he started calling her "Deb."
Now, "Deb," was living up to that name ... and it was his fault.
Her eyes fluttered open, her voice husky as she said "Steve, his cock feels sooooooo good," I still don't know how to feel ... but she looks so sexy. The slow rhythmic movement of her hips as she began to rise and fall on this strangers cock was almost mesmerizing... but this isn't that story, this is a whole different one. And yes, she called me Steve, it'll make sense, I swear. I'm telling you how we got here.
How did we get here?
It was an innocent idea. Sort of. We both -ok, it was probably me- thought about having people watch us for a while. We talked about that, we talked about having others involved, but we'd never moved on any of it. Jessica was always too shy. And she'd had sex another couple before we ever got together.
In retrospect, maybe "Deb," was there all along.
She'd broached the subject with me and let me know she had sex with one of her friends and her boyfriend. At the time, I thought I'd be turned on but it was the complete opposite. Why? Her friend had big tits, her boyfriend had a big cock, it should have at least been an interesting thought. But she knew her. There was something about that, that bothered me. It was even worse with her other friend, who she 'dabbled in the lesbian arts,' with, because I knew that one was in love with Jessica.
I am too jealous to split her affections.
Throughout our relationship I've said we've had a very healthy sex life. There are times when she's not as into it -I am a guy- and more than enough times when I've come up quick, but I always try to please her, either with a toy or when she lets me, my hand or mouth. I don't know if she fully believes me, but I think I get just as much if not more pleasure out of her pleasure, than I do my own.
It wasn't long after the pandemic had subsided and many people were fully enjoying their lives outside, and I was still enjoying life inside.
Working in our basement was something that we had done a ton during the pandemic, the necessity of having two home offices, while the kids also remotely went to college.
Being that the weather was getting better, even though it was already late, I had been sitting outside, smoking weed. I love the smell of the weed, just not the smoke. So at night, sometimes to unwind I'll go out to smoke before bed.
Coming in I expected to find her in the living room, unwinding after a long day, but it was silence, the room was empty. The kids I knew would be out, they were grown at this point, and eager to be outside in the world. It wasn't too strange for me even now to find her working downstairs, tutoring, or working out in our home gym, so I didn't think much of it. I went to the kitchen sink, washed my hands, and then went to the fridge to get a drink.
Walking out of the kitchen, coke zero in hand, I saw the basement door was open but the light seemed to be off. "Baby?"
Hearing nothing at my call, I sipped my soda for a moment before I took my phone out and started walking towards the front. Before I even unlocked my phone, I glanced out through the blinds and saw the car was still there in our spot. Looking down now at my phone, I saw just as the text came in, 'Downstairs, hurry. Shhh.'
My breath caught in my throat and I felt that familiar rush, in anticipation. I was at the top of the stairs, closing the door behind myself, enveloping myself in darkness before I finally heard something, a muffled moan. Once I realized it wasn't Jessica's moan I heard, I already realized it was from the computer, because when I turned I saw the soft glow of that LCD display. She was watching something on the computer...I couldn't see what, as I walked down the stairs, but I know what I hoped and what I thought.
Getting to the bottom, I turned around to look towards the other side of the room, where we'd moved the desk to. What I saw stole what breath I had left.
She was watching porn, yes that was for sure. On the screen in front of her was an amateur video of a woman on her knees, with the camera facing her as some guy fucked her from behind. Standing still where I was, I saw that her chair was moved and in its place was an ottoman. Jessica had a white button down shirt on, the sheer nature of the shirt even in this low light, showed the black bra underneath. Her hair was hanging in a messy ponytail, hanging down along her back.
My eyes followed that hair down, like it was an arrow pointing to what I wanted to see. I knew she wasn't standing, nor sitting, but crouching upon that ottoman. I could see that she was wearing a short plaid skirt that when she was standing would barely cover her ass, but right now all it did was highlight my view, drawing attention to that gorgeous ass. It was an outfit I'd never seen, but will definitely not forget.
