I was spellbound as I watched Laura let the last of her clothing fall to the floor and she stepped into the embrace of her lover. I wanted to stop her. I really did. Inside I was yelling at her not to do this, but I seemed paralyzed and unable to move or say anything. The knuckles of my hands were white so tightly was I gripping the arms of the chair in which I was sitting. It was as though I was watching a horror movie I was too afraid to watch, yet I was unable to turn away or close my eyes, or more importantly, change what was inevitably going to happen.
My heart began to pound in my chest when Laura took her lover's face in her hands and she kissed him, gently at first then with increasing passion. I swallowed when I could sense his tongue snaking its way into her mouth and I swallowed again when I saw Laura's cheeks become hollow as she sucked his tongue in even further. I could hear her moaning with lust when her lover's hands slipped down her back and his fingers dug deeply into the firm flesh of Laura's ass. My own fingers dug even more deeply into the leather of my chair as I watched helplessly.
When Laura dropped to her knees and began to tug at his belt buckle my mind was racing. How had it come to this? Why was this happening? Fleeting, disjointed images of dinner, wine, laughter, and flirtatious smiles flashed through my brain, but what was happening now made no sense. It seemed as though only moments ago we were finishing dinner and now, almost suddenly, my naked wife was holding another man's cock in her hand and lowering her head to taste it.
No, I wanted scream, but nothing came out. My heart felt as though it would burst from my chest. I could feel the blood rushing through me and my vision began to swim. Now there was nothing I could see except Laura's face and the engorged male flesh in hand. It was as though my eyes had zoomed in forcing me to watch in pornographic detail.
