I settled onto my old bed. All of the doors were open, so I heard them talking.
At one point, my wife sighed loudly with relief and said, ‘I hadn’t realized how much I needed you.’ A few seconds later, ‘I’m sorry I stopped seeing you, but…’ The rest was lost in murmurs.
I reflected on my serenity and satisfaction. It was so very different and better than the anxiety and anger that had agitated me for the past week.
I heard my name mentioned by Sawyer, but nothing else of what he said.
Not long after, their talking died out and I began hearing them panting and sighing. He was fucking her again, plunging his prick into my bride’s pussy.
I was glad he was – they had some time to make up for and my wife deserved his best effort. I fell asleep to their sounds. I awoke four hours later and they were still in there fucking. But I had awoken because they were becoming more excited.
I heard the mattress move as he fucked my wife with passionate grunts.
I was erect; I couldn’t help it. I began jacking myself in time with his grunts. Her moans told me she was tired but turned on – delirious from the sex she was getting.
Her sounds spurred me on and when Sawyer finished again, so did I. My spurts were hot and fast, though weaker because of my earlier orgasm.
I fell asleep.
I awoke sometime around five in the morning and laid there for about a half hour. It was Sunday and my lazy day. I began hearing murmurs and then sounds of sucking.
My dick rose.
Alissa had been like that our first week of marriage. She couldn’t get enough. Now she couldn’t get enough at her reunification with Sawyer.
I smiled.
And stroked.
A little bit later the sucking sounds went away. A minute later, I could hear her panting.
I got up quickly and peeked out the door.
She was riding him, her back to me. Her beautiful butt rose and fell with his cock sticking straight up into her pussy. It was such a great sight that I stood there for several minutes jacking to it.
Watching my wife ride another man’s cock was sexier than anything I had ever done with her. My cock bulged and throbbed at what I was seeing. Seeing her pussy stretched around his shaft and sliding up and down was a sexual fulfillment deep in my soul.
I stepped back and grabbed the towel I had brought in with me last night. I held it to my dick and peeked around again. I stroked in time with her moves until I convulsed with my release. I shot hot, tickly pulses into the towel as I watched my bride ride his cock.
I knew then, this was something I would never grow tired of seeing.
He left a bit later when I was in the shower. I didn’t know if he was trying to avoid me or not.
Alissa gripped me in a weary hug when I came out. ‘Thank you.’
‘Did you find what you were looking for?’
She bit her lip and looked up at me. Her nod was quick and over fast.
‘So what’s the verdict?’
She said, ‘I want to keep seeing him. I… need to keep seeing him. I’m going to keep dating him.’
I just nodded, but inside I was pleased. There was no reason for her to cut him off from what I had seen.
She asked, ‘Are you mad?’
‘No.’
She looked surprised. ‘You’re… staying, right? You’re not leaving me, are you?’
I shook my head. ‘I’m staying. And he’s welcome to come here after your dates.’
‘Are you serious?’ She looked hopeful.
‘Seeing your pussy on his cock last night was the sexiest thing I have ever seen – and I want more of that. As often as he wants. As much as you want.’
She sobbed happily and planted a kiss on my lips. ‘Did you want to…?’
I sighed. ‘I wish I could, but I came twice last night and once this morning. I don’t think a crane could lift my dick. Sorry.’
She giggled. ‘That’s okay. I’m all wore out and sore. I just offered because I didn’t want you being left out.’ She pecked my lips. ‘I’ll be out with him today and every night after work.’
‘Just bring him back here.’
‘I will.’
I stopped her from turning away. ‘You said you needed to know, but didn’t really answer, other than that you thought you found what you were looking for. What are you feeling inside?’
‘That we did the right thing. That I never should’ve given up on him. That sex with him really is special and is still special even though I married you. It’s like his return into my life has filled a hole I didn’t know was there.’
‘You still want to be married to me?’
‘Of course. You make me happy. I love you. Sawyer adds to it, making it better. I’m going to keep fucking him…’
Amusement bubbled inside me that she hadn’t asked my permission. ‘That’s fine.’
She looked down. ‘Thank you. For everything. For understanding. For being my husband.’
‘If you had been patient, you could’ve had him.’
She shook her head. ‘But it didn’t work out that way. Our paths separated and then came back together. This is what we have now. We can’t go back and alter those paths.’
‘But you could divorce me and bring yours and his even closer together.’
She shook her head. ‘But I love you. As surely as I love him. That’s not going to go away, either.’
‘So we’re in agreement?’
She pursed her lips. ‘If you mean we love each other and I date him, yes.’
‘Yes.’
Her smile was as bright as it was the day we were married. We hugged and kissed again.
