I really wasn't feeling too well.
I had started off for work this morning feeling tired and weak. At first, I thought that I was simply tired; not enough sleep. But as I drove along, I realized that it was more than just tired. I was sick, I pulled the car over and sat for a moment behind the steering wheel. I felt hot and sweaty, and I put my hand up to my brow. It felt feverish.
I'm sick, I thought.
I sat for a few moments, hoping that the feeling would pass. But as time passed, it only seemed to grow worse. I got out of the car and walked up and down along the roadside. Cars swished rapidly by me, adding to my feeling of dizziness. I tried to take deep breaths, but the exhaust fumes from the speeding cars made me feel nauseous.
Weakly, I walked down the road to a rest station. I got change of a dollar, and tried to call Patti, but the line was busy.
That was odd, I thought. So early in the morning. Probably her mother.
I got back into the car and drove it to the next exit where I swung it around on the overpass, and began to drive back home. All the while I drove, my head was spinning, and I found it difficult to concentrate. Fortunately, the hour was still early, and there wasn't much traffic going away from the city. Everyone was on his way into work.
I pulled the car off at my exit and drove it through the empty streets until I reached our apartment building. I parked the car and took the elevator up to our floor. I hesitated for a moment in front of the door. An uneasiness touched me in spite of my illness.
I brought my finger right up to the door bell, but pulled it away at the last moment. Instead, I fished through my pockets until I found my key. I inserted it into the lock, turned the door knob silently, and entered the apartment.
The apartment was silent. Very silent.
I was about to call out to Patti, to tell her that I was home, but again I halted. Her name died on my lips.
I closed the front door behind me, making sure that the lock did not click as I pushed it shut.
I turned around slowly. My head was swimming with fever, and I felt a strange, knowing anxiety creeping up my spine. My senses sharpened, and I listened closely to the apartment.
I heard a very loud silence.
And then I heard a moan.
A soft, soft moan; a moan of pleasure.
The moan went into my body like a knife. I felt it against my skin, against the burning fire of fever. It was cold and then hot, and I began to tremble with its touch.
I recognized the voice. It was Patti.
I listened again, and I heard another moan. And then I heard the mattress squeak.
My mouth was dry and my head was spinning. I sensed a new excitement creeping into my awareness. The ache of the fever was ebbing, and it was replaced with a new kind of ache and a new kind of fever. I put my hand down to my crotch and touched my cock. It was erect, and rock hard.
Between the moans I heard a word. The word blended softly in a whisper. "Fuck," was the word, and it was Patti who uttered it.
I moved from the door slowly. My body was loose and relaxed, and I moved with a silent, catlike ease. My feet fell like shadows against the rug. I moved a step at a time towards the bedroom: for that, was where the moans were coming from.
I moved across the living room, halting finally at its edge. Beyond this point was the bedroom. I stepped forward and could see the bedroom. The bedroom door was open, and I could see the bed.
Patti was on the bed. And so was someone else: a man. He was down between her legs, and he had his face buried against her cunt. Patti had her eyes closed, and she was humping her cunt up and down against the man.
I pulled back from the sight. I felt a blow hit me in the stomach, knocking my wind out. The rest of my senses seemed dulled, and my head swirled in confusion. I didn't know how to react! I couldn't believe what I had seen, but I didn't know how to react to it.
I stepped forward again, around the edge of the living room. My eyes reconfirmed the sight: Patti was on her back, with her legs open widely, and she was naked. There was a man between her legs, and he had his face pressed between her open thighs. He was eating out her cunt.
My lungs felt like they were going to burst, and I realized that I was holding my breath. Slowly, I permitted myself to breathe again; the air seeped out of my lungs in a wet, leaky hiss.
The sound of my own breathing startled me, and I sucked it back quickly. I was sure that they would hear it!
But they didn't. They were oblivious to everything but their own selfish pleasures. I began to breathe easy and confidently.
My brain hadn't caught up to my body: my mind was still reeling from what I had seen. I could feel the heat of my fever burning hotly against my flesh. I felt sweat trickle down my back and down the insides of my thighs.
Patti! I kept on thinking. Patti!
My mind was shattered between two alternatives: it wanted to run and escape, and free me from the sight of her betrayal, and it wanted me to run into her and punish her for what she was so obviously enjoying.
Yet, I could not move. My feet were rooted in the rug like a trunk of a tree. I found myself standing there, holding my breath, watching them, and enjoying it!
That was it! I realized. I was enjoying it.
I touched my cock. It was like a rock, and I could feel the heat it was generating right through my pants. I couldn't remember when it had felt so hard!
I realized that I hadn't cum in over a week. The last time had been the night we spent with Ted Oliver and his wife Barbara. That night had exhausted me, and since then, Patti had been either too tired or not in the mood for sex.
Now I could see why. Patti was getting it from someone else! Another man!
I began to ask myself why. Why was she doing this? Why was she doing this to me?
But I began to realize that I didn't care why she was doing it! Patti was doing it, and that was ail that mattered. Patti was doing it and I was enjoying it!
I felt myself unzippering my fly. I moved my hand as silently as possible until my zipper was fully open. My cock was straining at the material of my undershorts; straining to be free. I reached in and pulled my cock out. It popped loose like a long, thick snake. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling surprised at the heat it was radiating. I squeezed the organ and felt it tremble under my fingers.
I looked up again at the two figures on the bed… Patti had her arms open wide, and she was gripping the edge of the mattress in her open, clutching hands. Her body was twisted sensually, and she was hunching her cunt upward, screwing it tightly into his face. I saw the thick fibers of muscles in her legs tense like bands of steel as she arched her back and brought her wet cunt against his licking tongue. Patti had her legs open as wide as she could force them, and I could just see the fringe of her pubic hair around the bent silhouette of his head. His neck and shoulders blocked her cunt from my vision.
Patti moaned again, and I felt my cock twitch.
I tried to see who he was. He didn't look familiar. He was tall and blond, and for a moment, I thought he was Brian Bennett. But his body was too muscular: his shoulders were wide and thick, and his body tapered down into a tight vee near his waist. His thighs were powerful and well-developed, and his ass was a knot of muscle. He had his thighs spread, and I could see his balls hanging down between them. His cock, apparently, was pushed forward, and was hidden under his body.
His head kept on bobbing up and down against Patti's cunt. His blond hair shifted and tossed as his head moved, and I thought I could hear a faint, wet sound. He had both of his hands in her crotch, and I imagined that he was holding the lips of her cunt open with his fingers so that he could lick at her clitoris.
I began to move my hand up and down my cock, sliding my fingers along the shaft. Pleasure began to register in my mind and along my cock. A tingling, forbidden pleasure! A perverse pleasure at watching my wife engaged in an act that was reserved for me alone: a forbidden, immoral sexual act.
But I was enjoying it! It excited me! Excited me in a way that made my balls ache and my cock scream for sexual release!
I didn't even care that Patti was cheating on me! All I cared about was seeing her and her lover perform for me, while I watched them in silence, secretly masturbating like a mad man!
They mustn't know that I was watching, I realized. Secrecy was important! Should they learn that I was present, they would surely stop, and I would be deprived.
Worse! If they learned that I was watching, I would be forced into fulfilling my role as an irate husband, and it would shatter forever this secret, aching lust that was filling both my body and my mind!
My cock ached to cum, and I was insanely excited. I kept sucking in air, trying to catch my breath. The attempt was futile, for each time I did, it would be stolen away again by the intensely exciting scene I was watching!
Patti began to moan. She twisted her body against the mattress, and began to hump her cunt as though she were fucking herself on his tongue. I watched her hips come up, off of the mattress, and saw her back bend itself into an arch. His tongue must have been licking at her furiously, for I could hear the wet slurp he was making against her box.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" Patti moaned. "That's gooood! Lick it! Lick it… hard!"
I could hear his tongue moving up and down between the lips of her cunt. The sound reminded me of a dog lapping at a dish of water. It was a thick, wet sound.
I pulled my balls free from my shorts. They hung down heavily against the front of my pants. I moved my hand up and down on my cock, pausing to squeeze my balls with each downward stroke of my hand. My excitement kept on building with each pump of my hand.
My mouth was dry, and I licked at my lips. My eyes were beginning to blur from the strain of staring and concentrating so intently. I began to feel lightheaded, and I wondered whether it was my fever or my excitement that was effecting me.
Patti moved on the bed!
I jumped back, holding my cock in my hand and my breath in my lungs.
"Let me get down there," Patti said. "I want your cock!"
I heard movement, a shifting on the bed, and a squeak of the mattress. I heard flesh against naked flesh as their bodies came together, sticking wetly to each other, and sliding. The movement stopped, and the noises settled.
Cautiously, I peeked back into the bedroom.
The scene had changed. Now he was on his back; and Patti lay on top of him. Their places were inverted, and she had her face pressed against his crotch. I could see her legs spread around his head, and could see his hands on her ass. His face was still hidden from me.
I could only see the top of Patti's head: her face was buried in his crotch. Rather, his crotch was buried in her face. The most enormous cock I have ever seen in my life stood up between his powerful thighs, and about one quarter of it was sunk into my wife's mouth. His cock was as thick as my wrist, and it had to be over ten inches long; perhaps closer to twelve. It dwarfed mine, and made Brian Bennett's nine inches seem immature by comparison. It reminded me of a horse's cock: it stood like a third leg from between his thighs.
Patti was sucking on its end as if it were a piece of hard candy, and she were a child at Christmas. She was holding it with both her hands, and she was nibbling on the tip. Her fingers were stretched widely to accommodate his great shaft. I watched as clear rivers of saliva dribbled down the length of his enormous cock: saliva from Patti's mouth!
Her head moved up and down on him, but not very much of his organ vanished into her mouth. Perhaps realizing this, Patti plopped him from her mouth, and began to run her open mouth up and down the sides of his cock. I saw her tongue snake out from her mouth and lick itself against his side as she ran her open mouth up and down, from ruby tip to thick base. She looked like she were chewing on an ear of corn.
She began to nuzzle her face at the base of his cock. I watched as her tongue licked at his balls, and my breath sucked inward as I saw her take one of his balls up into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to suck on it while she moved her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, jerking him off.
He was enjoying it, because I heard him moan, and begin to hunch his body up against her sucking mouth. His cock was pressed against the side of her face. The sac of his balls was pulled tightly from her mouth to his crotch. Patti pulled her head further away from his body, and he moaned again.
I began to jerk off in earnest, I grabbed onto my cock with both hands and squeezed down on it until I felt a swell of pleasure run down the length of my organ. I put one hand under my balls, and with the other, I began to jerk off. I squeezed my balls and my cock simultaneously, and I humped my hips in and out of the hollow of my fist. My balls smacked into my hand as moved.
"My ass!" Patti said. Her words were muffled against the thick base of his cock as her tongue lashed at it. "Do my ass… with your tongue!"
I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning.
Memories of past pleasures with Patti washed through my brain, as I remembered how I had brought similar excitement to her body with my tongue. I closed my eyes for a moment, and slipped my tongue from between my tight lips. I began to lick wetly at the air, remembering and imagining. Patti's moans helped my mind.
"Your finger!" Patti said. "Put your finger in… yes! That's it!… push it… now your tongue… ohhh!"
Her mouth opened, and she began to swallow his cock again. She was in ecstasy, and she wanted to return his pleasure with her mouth. I saw his cock slide between her lips. His cock seemed red against the pale, pulled whiteness of her mouth.
The telephone rang.
The telephone rang, and my heart stopped, and I think I cried out in shock. Fear ran through my senses, and I wanted to run! To escape! To my mind, all of a sudden, I was in the wrong! I was close to being caught!
I darted silently back from the doorway. My breath was locked in my lungs, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I pressed my back against the wall. It was cool, and I could feel the perspiration making my shirt stick to my back. My head was swirling.
The telephone rang again!
"Shitfuck!" someone said. It was Patti. "Motherfucker!"
"Let it ring," said a man's voice. The voice was rich and cultured, and had the faintest trace of annoyance in it. "Let it ring."
"It might be Allen," Patti said. "It might be important."
I heard movement: bodies separating, flesh sliding against flesh, the bed squeaking.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt faint. I looked about the room.
Hide! I told myself.
My body moved in a panic. I took giant, silent steps, and was across the living room swiftly. My breath was still locked in my lungs, and I pulled open the hall closet.
The telephone rang again.
I heard naked feet padding against the bedroom floor.
I stepped into the closet and pulled it closed. Darkness engulfed me, and I pushed my body back against the hanging clothing.
The telephone was in the middle of a ring when I heard Patti's voice. Her voice was very clear and loud, and I realized she was standing at the hall extension, right in front of the closet!
"Hello," Patti said.
The door of the closet wasn't completely shut, and I could see movement between the door and the door jamb.
"This is she," Patti said.
I put my eye to the crack, and peered out. Patti was pacing up and down in front of the door. Across the room I could see her lover. He was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom, standing there naked. He was stroking his cock as he listened.
"What about my ad?" she asked.
Ad? I thought. My ad? Then I realized that she had said: my ad! Patti's ad!
"I see," she said. She was nodding across the room to her lover, indicating it was safe.
"Are you a single man or do you have a partner?" she asked. "Single… I see… no. I don't object to single men… as long as they are qualified."
I looked at her lover. He was stroking his cock and smiling.
"What did you say your name was?" Patti said. She had a pencil in her hand and she was scribbling something down on a yellow pad.
"Well, Jim," she said. "Tell me a little something about yourself… have you ever done this kind of thing before… your age… you know…"
She listened, writing occasionally.
My head was spinning, and my cock still ached. I began to stroke it again, looking across the room at him, stroking his giant organ.
"I see," Patti said. She waved to her lover, beckoning him to her. "Well, frankly, that is a little young, Jim… no. I'm not objecting to youth… It's just experience I'm interested in."
I watched her cradle the receiver under her chin, and she began to stroke her lover's enormous cock.
"I'm sure you are experienced," Patti said.
His hand came out and he placed it between her legs. I watched her part her thighs to accommodate his hand. His finger moved down under her body, then he pushed his hand upward and Patti sighed.
"All right, then," Patti said. "How big are you?"
She had her legs spread wide, and I could see his finger sliding in and out of her box. I could see the lips of her cunt around his finger.
"No!" Patti said. "Your cock!… I don't give a damn how tall you are."
Patti's ad! Patti had placed her own sex ad!
"Well," she said. "That size I can get from my husband. Why should I bother with yours just because it's different… if I'm going to get fucked, it might as well be the way I want, right?"
I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. I stopped touching my cock for fear that I would cum with just the slightest touch. I held my hands down at my sides, and wiped my sweaty palms against my pants.
"I'll tell you what," Patti said into the receiver. She was still caressing her lover's cock. "Do you think you might consider a thing with three people… me and another man? You might? Good. Sure, I'll let you fuck me… I might even let you eat me when he's fucking me!"
Patti laughed, and she squeezed her lover's giant cock.
"Good," she said. "Give me your number, and I'll call you back… yes, I will call… I'm looking forward to it as much as you… Women like to fuck, too, you know… and who knows… if we all three hit it off together… maybe you know another guy who wouldn't mind joining us? Good."
Her lover bent forward and began to suck on Patti's tit.
"Uummm, Hank!" Patti said. Then, into the telephone: "Okay, Jim. I'll be in touch. As soon as I can fit you into my schedule… fine… I'm got to go now, Jim… seems you caught us in the middle of… something."
Patti laughed into the phone. "Okay. Bye-bye."
She hung up the receiver, and Hank… Hank her lover… Hank with the giant cock… grabbed Patti in his arms and began to kiss her. His tongue slurped in her mouth, and she pumped her fist up and down his cock.
"Take it off the hook," he said.
"Why?" Patti said, laughing.
"Because," he said, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you now!"
Patti kissed Hank back. Her face was suddenly serious, and her kiss was ardent and passionate.
"What are you waiting for?" she said. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her effortlessly out of my vision.
I waited a moment or two in the closet, making sure that all was safe. When I was confident that they were out of the room, I carefully pushed open the closet door. I stepped from the closet and closed the door. My cock was still out and my balls hung down the front of my pants.
My first instinct was to flee: to run, to escape, to get out of the house. I had even opened the front door, and stood poised, one foot into the hallway outside.
But something called me back.
A moan: Patti's moan.
Patti was moaning in such obvious pleasure that I could hear her all the way from the hall. Her voice was shrill with abandonment, and she was moaning loudly.
"More!" she said. "Godithurts!… push it in more!"
I stood in the hallway a moment, feeling her voice, her pleasure, wrapping itself around my will, like coils of a rope around my legs. Her excitement was like a magnet, and I could feel a pulling in my cock and a pressure in my balls. I felt myself turning from escape.
My cock throbbed insanely, and I touched it again. It was alive, hot and a fraction away from exploding.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmeeeeee!" Patti moaned.
I felt myself step towards her. My mouth was dry, and my eyes were like burning coals in my head. I felt myself fading in and out of reality, like waves washing against my senses. I walked across the living room, and stood, silent, with an erect cock, a single step from the bedroom door way.
I took that last step.
I saw the bed. He was on the bottom, and Patti was on the top. He had his legs closed, and she had hers open, and spread around his. I was looking down the bed at them, so they couldn't see me. I moved to the center of the bedroom doorway.
I saw his cock then: or about one quarter of it. The rest was buried inside of Patti's cunt. I saw the lips of her cunt spread widely apart, filled with the swelling thickness of Hank's cock. I saw his balls, hanging down between his thighs, and I saw the wide furrow between her legs. I saw that the hair on her cunt was wet, and the color shaded from blond to almost dark brown, near her ass.
I watched as his legs stiffened, and he pushed his knees upward. His cock began to move, sliding slowly, like the slow pump on a motor as it begins to turn over. His cock moved up into Patti's cunt, opening her body slightly more, spreading her cunt lips around his cruel thickness.
Patti began to react. At first she began to pull her cunt away from his thrust, but in the middle of it, the pleasure surpassed the pain, and she reversed her upward movement, and screwed her cunt downward onto his cock. She rotated her hips, grinding herself into him, until her cunt opened again, and the lips of her cunt swallowed him. About an inch more of him went into her.
"OH GOD!" Patti screamed. She began to hunch herself up and down on his cock.
He thrust upward again, and for a moment her body seemed to hesitate for a moment, then something seemed to give way inside of Patti, and the remaining length of his cock slithered upward, and was buried to his balls inside of Patti's wet, open cunt.
"Fuck me, baby!" Hank cried. "Fuck me, Patti!"
I saw her body shudder. A single, convulsive shudder went through her body as his cock slipped the remaining few inches inside of her. I saw the lips of her cunt begin to twitch, and clutch feverishly at the sides of his cock. Her asshole began to open and close, as she tightened and loosened her cunt muscles around his hardness. It reminded me of an eye, winking obscenely at me from between Patti's legs.
"I'M CUMINGGGGGG!" Patti screamed.
My own cock began to throb, and I knew my own orgasm would be soon upon me. I put my hand down to my cock and touched it. It was hot and hard. I moved my hand up and down, stroking it passionately.
Hank began to grunt, and I realized he was cuming. I saw the sac of his balls tightening, lifting, coming up to touch the outer fringe of Patti's cunt, as though they too were attempting to enter her body.
I stood there, in the hallway of my own bedroom, watching some unknown man fuck my wife, and suddenly I understood everything. In the final, orgiastic moment before I came, I saw the truth.
I understood why I had been afraid of the change in Patti, for in truth, it was more a change in me than in her! I sensed what it was I wanted when she began to enjoy sex. I sensed if, that night with Brian Bennett, and I sensed it in that moment of orgasm, when Patti was being fucked by Ted Oliver.
It wasn't Patti; it was me! I was afraid to admit that I enjoyed seeing her fucked by those men!
But I did enjoy it; I saw that now. I enjoyed them fucking her! I enjoyed seeing them using my wife!
I watched Hank's cock stiffen inside of Patti's cunt. I could see it, twitching and throbbing, and I knew he was shooting his hot cum inside of her body. My mouth went dry, and my head spun. I touched my cock and I began to cum.
My God! I thought, I've become just like Kenneth Hill!
I remembered Hill suddenly. I saw his wife Yvonne, and the crazy films of her that Hill had made. I saw Hill cuming in her mouth as I fucked his wife. Then I saw Hank fucking Patti, his thick cum sliding down the shaft of his cock, to stain his balls with his own sperm.
The images of the past and the present began to mix and spin, change places, alter, then finally become one in the same.
I was Kenneth Hill and Patti was Yvonne!
It was crazy, for the cycle had begun with a man watching his wife being fucked, and now it had concluded in the same way. I was both ends of that cycle: I had moved from participant to observer.
I watched Patti and Hank on the bed. Hank's cock was still buried deeply inside of her, and I could see the thick, milky pearls of his sperm dripping down from between the swollen lips of her cunt.
After a while, I would let them know that I was watching. It was safe now. It was what I wanted.
The sperm splashed hotly from my cock, spewing through the open doorway, into the bedroom.
For now, I was content to watch.