by Jason Lenov
Fucking idiot!
Of course I was a fucking idiot! What did she do every time she "worked" the cam? She kept the stupid blinds drawn! I wasn't going to see a damn thing through the window.
Not holding out any hope, I crept up to the window anyways, just to make sure.
Nope.
It wasn't going to happen. Not that way.
So, taking a deep breath and ignoring the nagging voice in my head that was telling me to get back to work or at least stop this nonsense, I walked softly around to the side of the house and tried the door to the garage.
It opened with a quiet, satisfying click.
My heart started pounding again as soon as I stepped into the garage and closed the door. Even though it was my house, my garage, my wife, I felt like an intruder. I felt like some shady crook who was about to steal something or worse.
The door from the garage to the inside had one of those stupid magnetic weather seals. It took a strong push to get it open and I knew from experience that every time someone did that, the pressure changed inside the house.
I closed my eyes and said a little prayer to no God in particular that Jess hadn't heard me come in.
No such luck.
A moment later I heard the soft sound of footsteps padding in the hallway up the stairs. Then, silence.
But it was the kind of pregnant silence that made you know someone was there.
"Hello? Who is it? Is anyone there?"
Her voice seemed unaffected, like she didn't really believe that there was anyone there but was just going through the motions.
A moment later more footsteps, back into the bedroom this time.
I heard the door swing shut behind her and I nearly cursed. Right when I expected it to slam, then click shut I heard... nothing.
I took a deep breath wondering if I hadn't mistimed it in my excitement. Still nothing. She must have left it open by accident.
For the time being, I was safe.
I slipped out of my shoes, let my jacket fall quietly to the floor, then shuffled down the hallway and toward the stairs. I felt like a fucking ninja gliding up those stairs, my heart in my throat, barely breathing at all and trying to listen to the sounds of Jess betraying me in our room.
They came softly at first.
There was a gentle moan here, a sucked in breath there. Whenever I stopped and stood in place I could hear the sounds of Jess stuffing her fingers or the dildo or whatever it was she was playing with, into her wet pussy.
All those sounds were punctuated with the soft murmur of her voice as she talked to whoever her client was. In between all that, the nasal buzz of the client's voice emanating from the speakers.
I almost burst out laughing at the thought that I should really get her a better laptop, now that she was using it for work. What a husbandly thing to think, right?
I climbed the last three steps as I heard a flurry of activity inside the bedroom and pressed myself against the wall.
"Yes... yes... yes... "
It was Jess. She was panting and squirming on the bed. She probably had her cunt stuffed full of that fat dildo. Whoever was on the computer screen was probably about to get off along with her.
"Fuck yes!"
The words came out pained and strained. They were followed by silence and the sound of feet messing up sheets, then, the sound of a high-pitched groan as her client came.
My head started to spin.
What the fuck had I done? What had I done? I'd turned my wife into a fucking whore!
Not only that but I was standing outside the door to the room listening in on it all with a hard-on made of fucking granite!
The room had gone silent and I didn't dare reach into my pants to grab my cock.
A few minutes later Jess muttered a few more things I couldn't make out, then I heard the laptop slam shut.
Gentle footsteps padded across the bathroom floor. Water from the shower head splashed into the tub.
Jess started to hum.
Don't ask me where I got the idea. It was another sort of reclaiming thing, I guess. I'd set her off on this path, this crazy way of making money and now I was jealous as fuck that she was doing it. I felt bad about that but not just because she was having virtual sex with other guys.
I felt bad about it because I felt like I'd really fucked up. The longer she did this, the more neglected and left behind I felt, even if it was really hot.
Still, I needed to make her mine.
I slipped into the dark room. It was dank with the smell of Jess's wet cunt. I undid the buttons of my shirt and tugged by belt buckle loose, then let my pants fall to the floor.
I stood by the door to the bathroom for what felt like hours listening to Jess splashing in the water and humming, my cock hard.
I heard her turn off the water, step out, grab a towel and start drying herself off.
The bathroom was filled with fog.
With her back to me, I stepped inside and wrapped my arms around her waist.
Her panicked scream made me feel so fucking alive.
Chapter 18
"You folks have a good day now, y'hear?" The cop turned around and was just about to walk down the porch steps when he stopped. He looked sideways at us and grinned. "Next time, maybe just a little less of a surprise?" he said, giving me a wink.
Just couldn't resist. Couldn't help himself.
I shot him a weak smile and closed the door, then turned to Jess who was standing at the end of the hall in a white bathrobe with a white towel on her head.
I knew who called about it, too, about the scream. It was almost for sure that dick Norm Edwards that lived at the end of the street. He was always coming over nosing around in our business and telling us our grass was too long or some shit like that. I fucking hated that guy.
I opened my mouth to apologize.
"Don't."
My heart sank, along with my shoulders. "Jess, I... "
"I said don't. I don't know what the fuck you were thinking." Her voice was low and ominous. I'd never heard it like that. "I almost had a fucking heart attack in there."
"Look, I want to tell you I'm sorry and that... "
"I told you I don't want to hear it," she growled. A real, bona fide growl.
I didn't know what to say.
Jess turned and started walking up the stairs.
I couldn't just let her go like that and leave this badness between us so I followed her up and into the bedroom.
She turned on the light and started riffling through the drawer, then the closet, like she was looking for something particular to wear.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked after a while, trying to sound cheerful.
"I'm getting ready."
Something about the way she said it, like she was throwing it in my face, made my heart sink even more. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready for what?"
"I'm meeting someone."
Fuck. Fuckity, fuckity, fuck.
"Uh... meeting who?" I asked.
Jess barely looked at me. "I was going to talk to you about this," she said before turning back into the closet. "I had it all planned out. I was going to talk to you about this and ask you if it was okay and maybe even have a fun fuck about it. But you know what?"
I drew in a breath at the way she spun around and pointed her finger at me. The bathrobe had fallen open revealing all her softest parts and I wanted her so fucking much.
"Jess, look, if there's anything... "
"No," she snapped, cutting me off. "There's nothing. That was such a dick move Scott that there is nothing you can do about it."
I shook my head. It had been a pretty stupid joke, for sure. "So seriously, where are you going? And what... what do you mean have a talk and a fuck about it."
Jess must have noticed her bathrobe had fallen open, or noticed that I was staring at her, or both, because she snapped it shut. She walked over with an angry purpose and a sinister stare. "You scared the fuck out of me? Well now I'm going to scare the fuck
out of you."
My stomach did a flip. "Wait, what?" I said quietly.
"I'm going to meet a client."
My eyes popped open wide and I couldn't breathe.
Jess obviously approved of the reaction because she smirked right before she spun back around and disappeared into the closet.
It took a while before I could talk, or even move again. "What did you say?"
"You heard me," she called out, her voice muffled in skirts and blouses.
"What do you mean you're going to see a client?" I said, grabbing her arm and trying to turn her around.
She whipped around alright, but not because of me. She yanked her arm back and snarled. "Don't you touch me!"
Okay. Okay. Easy does it, tiger. This was not going to get fixed with the tough guy act. I put my hands up and backed away. This was going to take some finesse. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't... I just want to make it better."
Jess smirked and shook her head. "What the hell were you doing anyway? What the hell were you doing sneaking around the house and... fucking spying on me? You know what I was doing! What's wrong with you?!?"
This was it. This was my opening. Even though she was putting on the angry act this was her way of letting me try to make things right. "I... oh fuck baby," I muttered. I broke our stare and looked down at the ground for added effect. There was no way of knowing for sure but it felt like some of her anger had lifted. "I just... I got so obsessed with you. I couldn't stop thinking about you at work," I explained looking back up.
Jess definitely looked like she was softening.
"All I could think about was the fact that you were back here... you know, doing that."
The emotion welled up so fast I didn't even know it was coming. All of a sudden my throat was tight and there were hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn't even feel that sad, just... overwhelmed.
I didn't do it on purpose, I wasn't that good of an actor, but it disarmed Jess right away.
"Scott? Oh my gosh, Scott!" she said, dropping the shirt she'd picked up and stepping out of the closet. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her head against my chest.
Talk about weird. I couldn't remember the last time I cried. "I don't... I mean I didn't mean to get all... get like this. I don't even know where it's coming from."
The wave of emotion seemed to have passed and my eyes were drying out as my throat loosened up. I felt like myself again.
Nonetheless, Jess walked us over to the bed and sat me down. She looked at me for a long time with an expression that had a little too much pity in it for my taste.
No guy likes to be felt sorry for for too long, right?
"I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from," I mumbled, looking away because I just couldn't keep looking her in the eye.
"Hey," she said softly, "it's okay. Don't worry. Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head. "Nah. I think... I think all of this has just been really intense, you know?"
Jess nodded and squeezed my arm.
Her warm palm felt good on my skin.
She sat there a little while longer, until I shot her a faint smile. Then, standing up, she walked back to the closet and started shuffling through shirts again.
It took a moment for the realization of what she was doing to dawn on me. It moved down my spine like a slow, cold finger of terror that settled at the base of my spine and made me shudder. My mouth went dry and my throat tightened up again but from a different emotion this time.
"Uh, Jess?" I asked.
"Hm?" was all she said without bothering to turn around.
"What are you... what are you doing?"
That's when she turned to face me looking a little spaced out, like she was still thinking about what to wear. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," I said, my jaw starting to tighten. I did my best to relax. I didn't want to come off as sounding, you know, angry or anything. "I mean why are you still changing?" I asked.
She furrowed her brow. Maybe she was faking confusion but if she was it was a hell of a good act. "I'm going to see a client remember?"
There it was. Just like that. Like nothing had just happened between us. Like I hadn't just started crying and told her how it was getting to be a little too much.
And here's the really fucked up thing. This time, even though I was boiling inside, I didn't stand up or yell at her or do any of that. I just held her gaze, daring her to give me more of an explanation than that.
I don't know how long it took but she finally cracked a smile. She threw the top on over her head that she'd picked out, then sauntered over and stood in front of me. Leaning forward, she grabbed the end of my time, then stood back up. "Not gonna say anything?" she whispered.
She looked fantastic. She'd put on black nylon's and a short, black skirt that I hadn't seen her wear in years. Over that she put on a red top with a low cut neck that made even her fairly small boobs show some cleavage as long as she wore the right bra.
I was freaked out by how calmly she'd said it, how decided she seemed about it. Jealousy doesn't really describe what I was feeling. If there's a name for it I don't know what it is but it was like a combination of arousal and the feeling of losing control. Like losing your voice or your will.
All I could do was sit and watch this all play out.
"That still make you feel bad?" she asked, still hanging onto the end of my tie.
It did make me feel bad. I felt terrible but, and how was I supposed to explain this, in the best possible way? It was absolutely intoxicating to let go and leave it all up to her. "Yes. And no. And... " I paused and searched her eyes for an answer before I asked the question. "Why are you doing this?"
She smiled a little wider with just one corner of her mouth. "You want me not to?"
That was a dare if I'd ever heard one.
"I didn't say that," I replied.
"Oh," Jess said, letting go of the tie, then pressing her fingers against my chest until I had no choice but to lie down on the bed behind me. "Then... you don't mind?" she asked.
"I... I didn't say that either," I whispered.
Swinging one leg out, she straddled me and crawled up my body until she was practically sitting on my chest.
My cock throbbed at the scent of her sweet pussy.
"Well," she whispered, "no matter how you feel about it, you're just going to have to sit here and wait for me to get back. How does that make you feel?" she asked, taunting me with her eyes.
I swallowed hard. I wanted to rip her nylons off and bury my face between her thighs. I looked down between her legs but all I could see was darkness.
"Well," Jess whispered quietly, crawling back down my body then dismounting. "You'll have lots of time to figure it out."
She grabbed her phone off the night table, scooped up a purse that was lying on the ground and spun around. She didn't even stop and look back at the door, just walked out and down the stairs.
The clatter of shoes on tile. Jangling keys. The door slammed shut.
She was gone.
It cut so good just lying there and wondering when she was getting back.
Chapter 19
It was almost midnight when she got back.
I was a fucking wreck by the time she walked in the door.
She didn't look much better.
I wondered if my wife had become a whore.
"What... what happened?" I whispered, standing in the hallway staring at her dishevelled hair and the way one side of her shirt was untucked.
She looked freshly fucked.
The thought sent a twist of terror racing down into my insides again.
"What... why are you home so late?"
Jess took a deep breath, let her purse fall onto the floor, then kicked the heels she was wearing, off. Shrugging off her jacket, she stepped towards me and pressed her body against mine, resting her palms on my chest.
There was a shadow of a smell of man about her, burrowed dee
p between the sweet notes of the perfume she had on.
"You gonna get mad?" she asked, raising one eye.
I knew then that she'd done it. The way she said it made me sure. She'd fucked another guy. She'd fucking gone out and fucked another guy. Probably for money.
Her eyes danced back and forth from mine to my mouth, to the muscles in my cheeks. Her lips looked like they might crack into a smile at any moment.
It was unnerving and incredibly hot.
"Well?" she whispered, leaning closer and looking up. "Are you?"
She looked so sexy, her lips puckered in a sultry pout, her eyes half-open and hazy.
"No," I said, shaking my head.
That made her smile. A wicked, sinful smile that only turned me on even more. "Here," she said, taking my hand and pressing it between her legs. "I want you to feel something."
My heart started thundering inside my chest. I kind of knew what was going to happen and I couldn't believe I was going to let her do it.
Hiking her skirt up, she pushed my fingers between her thighs and against her soft pussy.
I sucked in a breath as I realized the nylon's had been ripped and if she'd been wearing panties when she left, she wasn't now. My fingers touched her dripping sex.
"You like that?" she whispered. "You know what it is, don't you? What you're touching."
I felt like we were on the verge of something, her and I. This felt like one of those moments you can't turn back from. I stared at her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly and shook my head.
"Scott," she said, leaning even closer and pushing my hand against herself even harder, so her lips split and my fingers slipped inside. "That's another man's cum!"
Holy fuck.
Without thinking I dropped to my knees.
And Jess? Jess who normally would have run away screaming after bonking me over the head for doing something like that, well, she stepped open a little wider, her feet sliding along the white tile revealing the filth between her legs.
He must have just come inside her. None of the spunk had dried yet there were just clumps of white goo clinging to her pussy lips.