"I love you. Let's just get this done and over with as quickly as possible and then we can move on"
Amber coaxed, drawing her nude body into mine. I felt her breasts push into me as she leaned up for a kiss and she parted her legs around mine, easing her herself up against my leg. I mutely nodded my understanding as she parted from me and returned to the bedroom.
I watched her close the door behind her... and heard the lock click shut.
- -
Just as a precaution I'd triggered the driveway camera back onto my phone screen and placed it on a floating shelf at the end of the hallway.
I had really only witnessed the opening sequences of Amber and Ryan's coupling. I'd seen them disrobe and experienced the unexpectedly exciting thrill of seeing her naked in front of another man. I'd watched her (attempt to) give him head. I'd witnessed her becoming accustomed to his larger penis inside of her, and then ease herself into a state of acceptance as he'd began fucking her. It had served as one long tease and by that point I was rather primed me to watch what I imagined would be the most intense part.
As I was to discover, the contrast between watching... and being forced to just listen... was stark!
The bedroom door was thankfully fairly thin and I strained my ear against it to listen for anything identifiable. There were soft murmurs as I assumed the two of them were trying to reignite their connection after a fairly substantial disruption. For the next several minutes I slowly paced up and down the soft carpet, allowing my mind to replay what I had already witnessed in the now closed bedroom. But at some point I was drawn to more audible noises from the door. I again pressed my ear to it.
"Fuck it's going so deep"
I heard Amber sigh out quietly.
There was nothing for another couple of minutes, and then I heard a gradual repeated exclamation from her. It was soft but there was no mistaking a reflexive
"uh.... uh..... uh...."
. It was repeated every second or so in line with what I assumed was him pumping into her. I strained to listen for more, and as her utterances continued I was able to pick up the matching sound of his body arriving at hers. Skin on skin. My mind desperately spun in an effort to determine what position they might be in. Her exclamations were briefly interrupted by the very clear sounds of them kissing passionately. I gathered that he was on top of her, fucking her intimately in missionary. My own penis stuck out sharply into my pants. With no one to worry about at this point I quickly undid them, folded them neatly, and placed them on the floor before jamming my hand desperately into my gray boxer briefs.
Over the next two minutes the volume and frequency both increased as Ryan seemed to fuck her faster and presumably harder. Frankly, I was impressed by the fact that he could continue at such pace. While I was certainly well accustomed to having sex with my wife, if we were attempting to achieve a prolonged session of intercourse I would need to take frequent breaks in order to prevent myself from cumming. Ryan seemed able to do without. I found my hand pumping up and down my shaft in time with my wife's repeated exclamations as I allowed myself to imagine the head of Ryan's cock pushing and stretching into the depths of her vagina.
Amber had made it clear that she was doing this reluctantly. That she would
let
Ryan fuck her. That she would participate enough to make it pleasurable for him... but that she was doing this as a means to an end. And based on what I had seen prior to my exit from the bedroom she had been doing exactly that. She'd been a bit of a tease. She'd gotten him sufficiently wound up. But when it came time for him to actually fuck her she'd seemed to settle into a state of acquiescence. This was meant to be a rather 'one sided' coupling with Ryan. He should have fun getting off, but she wasn't there for her own enjoyment.
But as I listened through the door it was impossible to debate the fact that whatever Ryan had been doing over the past several minutes had already driven Amber far past the initial states of arousal and seemingly close to climax. He was clearly pumping into her hard and fast, and regardless of any reluctance from Amber, Ryan's efforts were most certainly having the desired effect.
"You almost there?"
I heard him excitedly encourage.
She took a minute to respond.
"No!"
she finally gasped.
"You just go"
As Amber would learn moments later, he wasn't the one who was about to cum... she was. In fact it sounded like her response just encouraged him to fuck her harder and more passionately than he already had been.
She had clearly tried to hold it in and stifle a reaction, but not more than 20 seconds later Amber exploded with a plaintive wail of
"Ohhhhhhh fuck!..."
before collapsing into a series of groans and expletives, as despite her earlier intentions, she gave way to what sounded like a truly massive orgasm.
I found myself leaning against the wall next to the door, hair disheveled and rapidly pumping my shaft, yet still trying to hold myself back from cumming, as I mentally envisioned what my wife looked like climaxing. Staring down into my underwear my penis was swollen and twitching as I mentally forced myself to stave off my own orgasm.
As I took in several breaths and my thoughts began to clarify I wondered if Ryan had also cum. Amber was really the one who had been most vocal as she came, but was Ryan done too? I returned my ear to the door in curiosity.
I could hear her still regaining her composure, taking long panting breaths. They were talking quietly, but inaudibly. I momentarily considered retrieving my pants in case one of them suddenly rose and opened the door.
But that didn't come.
Instead there was a quiet minute or so. One where I would learn that Ryan gave Amber a moment to catch her breath before positioning her on the bed bent over on all fours.
He was very much NOT done.
Despite having just cum I heard a deep groan from my wife as he buried himself into her again. This time from behind, where she would truly be feeling the entire length of his dick. Ryan wasn't a dumb guy. He surely knew that Amber had arrived at this arrangement with a degree of chagrin. He would have recognized her reluctance to show any real degree of pleasure while actually being fucked. As a fellow male I could understand that he surely would have taken a degree of satisfaction from having made her cum. And given that he had yet to orgasm himself there was seemingly still plenty of time for more.
As the two of them started up again I could quickly hear the sound of Ryan's body smacking into the cheeks of Amber's big bum, indicating that he was rhythmically driving his entire length into her. He started slow, but as the pace began to gradually pick up I would occasionally hear Amber gasp, sigh, or exclaim... usually about the size of it or how deep he was. Recognizing how close I'd been to cumming before I gingerly retreated down the hall to the bathroom and pulled a couple of tissues from the box on the counter.
Returning back to the closed and locked door I briefly turned my attention to my phone. I had obviously not been paying much attention to it, and I quickly switched between the three front cameras, ensuring that nobody else had arrived. Through the door I heard a sharp crack, accompanied by a yelp. It was a noise I was very familiar with. Easing my head back towards the frame I heard it repeated several more times as Ryan's hand made connection with the rippling flesh of Amber's supple ass. I'm not sure why, but the fact that he was spanking her seemed very intimate and personal, and it served to make me even more envious and wound up about not being able to see what was happening. My hand slowly pumped my penis as I listened intently. There was the occasional
"fuck yes"
, or groan from Ryan as he drove back and forth in Amber. But what was more surprising was the occasional unmistakeable moan from
her
. They seemed to come plaintively, as if she were again attempting to hold them back. But as the two of them continued to have sex they became more frequent and repeated.
If it was possible it sounded like Ryan increased his speed and intensity even further as he heard my wife again beginning to inadvertently react to the stimulation of his dick working through her vagina. Without being able to see I could almost tell that Ryan sensed that she was within range of another orgasm and saw it as a challenge to make her cum again. Amber's pleasured wails were coming more frequently now. They were accompanied by a consistent and rhythmic 'smacking' sound each time his pelvis made contact with her ass. I reflected wryly to myself. Even just a few days ago the thought of her exposing her body to another man... not necessarily her vagina or boobs... even just her bum... would have been an unthinkable proposition for my wife. Now I pictured what was taking place on the other side of the thin door. Her nude. That same ass, naked and thrust into the air with her head buried into the sheets. The soft pink skin of her round cheeks bouncing and rippling as his toned midsection pounded into them. His dick thrusting repeatedly into the depths of her. I was frankly shocked by his stamina and ability to screw her so hard and so fast... for so long! I recognized that my wife was not used to being so rigorously done, and as I heard her beginning to let out again, on the brink of an orgasm for the second time, I didn't at all begrudge the fact that she was going to cum again.
"Are you there?"
I heard Amber pant out in between increasingly desperate moans. I realized that she was probably somewhat embarrassed at having been made to cum
again
so quickly and efficiently. Ryan clearly was
not
ready to orgasm and as I listened to her beginning to cum he continued to thrust deeply into her. Without being able to see, I would learn later that at one point they had quickly switched positions. So now, as my wife climaxed she was on her back, legs spread wide and held apart with her pussy thrust forth. Ryan's hard, thick cock drove into her repeatedly... pushing her over the edge into a second enormous orgasm.
- - - -
I found myself loose legged in the hallway, bordering on delirium. I'd lost track of the time since her second orgasm. Almost in an 'emergency' mode my body had shut down unnecessary awareness and stimuli in order to focus on the two senses that were currently prevailing. The continued aural experience seeping through the door, and the heightened. almost pulsing state of my penis. I'd began to find it frustrating to try and deduce what position they were in... so I'd simply given up guessing and focused on the core, base level sounds of my wife being pleasured. The moans, and exclamations were near constant now. Amber had clearly accepted some time ago that her her attempts to demurely receive Ryan, get fucked like a lady, and move on with things, were clearly just not possible given how he was making her feel.
She finally came again as I lay back against the wall. My hand gripped tightly at the base of my penis. This orgasm seemed less explosive, more a reactionary outpouring to the sheer amount of sex that she'd been experiencing. I imagined her lying on the bed, her body shaking and convulsing as her powerful orgasm rushed throughout her body eliciting impulsive moans and wails.
I couldn't help but feel the occasional pang of jealousy amidst the arousal. I wasn't naive enough to think that 30 minutes of intercourse with someone else would be enough to undo years and years of our partnership and shared intimacy. But in that moment I was forced to confront some indisputable facts. Ryan had already fucked her looooong past the point of where my stamina would traditionally end. 'Multiple orgasms' were not a standard offering in our bedroom, and yet I had just been privy to Amber crashing into three of the heaviest that I had ever heard from her. The noises and wails that had seeped through the door made clear that what Ryan was doing to her physically was not something that she was accustomed to experiencing. On basic physics alone I recognized that when her and I had sex my penis 'entered' her vagina. Prior to my ousting from the room I had witnessed the reality of what Ryan looked like inside of her. His large dick didn't just enter her... it filled her up, pressing and stretching at her limits. I knew that nothing could replace the intimacy and passion associated with some of Amber and my most favored previous couplings... but I was also now resigned to the fact that as I stood by, my wife had surely 'physically' just experienced the best sex of her life. Ryan had fucked her in ways that I could only dream, and regardless of any initial reluctance, Amber had responded to his efforts in turn.
I listened to her gasp and groan out in pleasure... and felt my penis finally tense tightly.
Unable to take anymore it shot forth into my underwear. I'd stopped pumping it some time ago recognizing that masturbating would quickly drive me over the edge. I'd resorted to just tightly clenching the base in an attempt to hold climax off. But at a certain point there was no use.
