“Anne, this really isn’t the time to be making jokes,” I said. I felt the wind draining from my sails, my wife really wasn’t going to put any underwear on and there was nothing I could do about it, short of dragging her forcefully out of bed.
“Don’t worry,” whispered Richard as he switched out the light. “It’s big, but it doesn’t hurt because I put it in really slowly.”
Ruth and Anne broke out laughing, but I just groaned into the darkness and rolled over discontentedly on my creaking cot.
The room was spinning slightly as I tried to get comfortable and my mind churned with anxiety. This joking around was really going too close to the edge for me. I thought about Linda and Pedro and how sympathetic Anne was toward Linda’s infidelity. A minor indiscretion she called it. I heard rustling and hushed whispers from the bed as my wife and Richard rearranged themselves, but it was really pitch black in the room and I couldn’t see anything at all.
“What are you guys doing?” I asked meekly, feeling a wash of shame in my chest.
“Trying to negotiate where the middle line of the bed is,” said my wife, but her voice sounded thick and huskier than normal.
“Ssh, I’m trying to sleep,” complained Ruth from across the room.
“Ok, sorry,” I said softly.
My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, but I still couldn’t make out anything but vague outlines.
I listened carefully, but all I could hear from the bed was indistinct rustling of the covers and very soft whispering between Richard and Anne.
I held my breath and heard Richard say, “Here, here.”
“Ok,” breathed my wife in response. “Oh wow.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, sighing with satisfaction.
My wife asked, “Like this?”
I couldn’t make out Richard’s response, but his breathing became louder and more erratic and the rustling increased as they shifted around on the bed. For some reason my own penis started getting stiff as I imagined Richard taking my wife’s hand and putting it on his stiff cock under the covers and then her tugging on it for him.
“You guys, seriously,” I whispered, my heart beating wildly. “I can hear you.”
“I’m just giving Richard a massage to help him relax,” hissed my wife, oddly breathless. “Now go to sleep.”
“Quiet!” mumbled Ruth.
I reached down between my legs and gripped my own stiffening boner as I listened to the rustling and the whispers from the bed. Anne and Richard had lowered their voices to the point I couldn’t hear them even if I held my breath, but both of them were definitely breathing heavily now and occasionally my wife gave out a little stifled whimper. I heard some wet smooching sounds that sounded suspiciously like kissing but I was afraid of speaking up for fear of Ruth throwing a fit. I pictured Anne and Richard kissing and feeling each other up under the covers and I started pulling on my cock as I listened carefully, ears straining for each hint of impropriety.
At some point it sounded as though Anne had pulled the covers over her head since her whispers became much more muffled, but I could still hear Richard as he gave a guttural grunt and then Anne tittering quietly from beneath the covers. I just imagined her going down on him and sucking on his cock. She was making that characteristic humming sound ever so softly and Richard started panting and wriggling on the bed. I was torn between the urge to jump up and switch on the light and urge to cum right then and there. My gut was with icy anxiety, but I had to pause in my masturbation because I was afraid of cumming too soon.
I knew what was going on. They were trying to be subtle, but I was almost positive that my wife was sucking Richard’s goddamn penis just 15 feet from where I lay listening. Part of me was torn with jealousy, and part of me was sickly aroused. Richards pants got closer and closer together.
“Ah, ah, ah, stop now, stop,” he hissed quietly.
I couldn’t make out my wife’s muffled response but then I heard them struggling together on the bed, giggling, and rustling the covers violently. I imagined them wrestling as Richard pulled my wife up from her blowjob and tried to pin her down so he could fuck her properly.
The conflict slowly subsided and they were both panting hoarsely.
“You think you’re a big man, huh?” asked my wife quietly.
“Hold that thought,” he breathed.
My wife gasped deeply, “Oh god, oh god.”
“Yeah, now you tell me,” he murmured.
“Oh yeah, I feel it, I like it,” whimpered my wife.
He was obviously sinking his meat between her parted legs! What kind of husband was I to lay here and listen to this stuff. What was Ruth thinking at this point? She was playing along earlier. Did she agree to shush me if I complained. Why wasn’t I jumping up and throwing on the light to expose this whole charade right now?
“Oh yeah, take it,” he grunted quietly.
“Yeah, yeah, I like it, I like it,” moaned my wife, trying to keep her voice down.
That was why. My wife wanted his dick inside it. She liked it. I had to admit it now. I could hear the passion in her voice. She couldn’t keep her voice down enough, and at some point she stopped caring if I could hear her or not. That was why I was just going to lay here, jerking off as I listened to my wife, allowing her to have this minor indiscretion. Because she needed it. And to my surprise, my jealousy melted away.
I listened to the creaking of the bedsprings and the muffled slapping of skin on skin with equanimity. My wife’s moans and whimpers grew louder and louder until I was afraid that Ruth would say something, but Ruth remained silent. I wondered if she was masturbating as she listened too. By the time the headboard was rhythmically tapping against the wall, I was jerking myself madly and couldn’t hold back any more. I spurted cum all over myself, soaking my blanket in hot jism.
“Oh Richard, Richard,” gasped my wife. “I’m coming,” she said, not bothering to keep her voice down.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” agreed Richard. “Give me one more minute.” The sound of their hips slapping together was unmistakable at this point as they seemed to give up any pretense of stealth, too aroused to care what Ruth and I heard at this point. Then he groaned loudly and the rhythmic tapping suddenly ceased.
“Oh Richard,” panted my wife, the adoration plain in her voice. “That was amazing.” Then she lowered her voice self-consciously and resumed her whisper “Wait, don’t pull out. Stay inside me for a moment.”
I held my breath as the room became quiet once more, afraid to move or shift on the noisy couch, afraid to break the silence and implicitly admit that I had heard everything. Afraid to acknowledge that I had laid here on the cot and listened to my wife get fucked noisily without interfering. I lay and listened to Anne and Richard’s quiet breathing as they began to doze off.
“Can we all get some sleep now?” whispered Ruth cheekily from the floor and Anne and Richard chuckled quietly.
“Yes, sorry dear, we were just getting situated,” replied Anne contentedly.
I lay with the crossbar of the cot wedged into my side in severe discomfort for almost an hour, afraid to move until I finally heard my wife’s gentle snore. And then I shifted noisily until I was comfortable and quickly drifted off to sleep.
I was awoken in the morning by a painful explosion of sunshine as Ruth drew the curtains back loudly.
“Time to get up, Anne is downstairs cooking breakfast and she told me to wake you now,” said Ruth cheerily.
“Urrgh,” I groaned, my head pounding from a terrible hangover. “What time is it?”
“After 10 am,” she said looking down at me with an impish smirk. “Sleep well?”
“I slept,” I allowed, climbing painfully from the cot.
“Well, Anne sure slept well. You should see how cheerful she is this morning,” said Ruth, giving me a sly look. “I was afraid we would never get to sleep with all the fuss they made last night getting situated.”
“Oh, I didn’t hear any
thing,” I said, my face growing hot as I ducked my head and escaped to the bathroom to piss.
“Really, I’m surprised you didn’t hear them,” shouted Ruth through the bathroom door. “They were pretty loud last night.”
I relieved myself and then splashed cold water on my face. I contemplated my visage in the mirror, water dripping from my unshaven face and eyes bloodshot and puffy. What did Ruth want from me? Did she want me to laugh with her about how funny it was that Richard really did stick it to my wife last night while I lay and listened? I sure wasn’t going to do that. I brushed my teeth and then opened the bathroom door to find Ruth standing right there.
“You, ok?” she asked sympathetically.
“I’m hungover,” I said.
“That’s all?” she asked, pouting.
“And hungry I guess,” I admitted. “Let’s go downstairs.”
Everyone was gathered around the big dining table drinking coffee and chattering boisterously as my wife and Linda buzzed about serving scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast to everyone. My wife’s cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright. She looked ten years younger this morning.
“There’s my Rumplestiltskin,” called Anne cheerily. She dashed to pull out a chair for me, pecking my cheek and putting down a cup of coffee and plate of eggs and sausage for me. “Sleep well, dear?”
“Well, I guess so,” I mumbled. “This food looks good. Check back with me after I’ve eaten and had some coffee.”
“Will do,” she beamed, tousling my hair as she ran off to refill Richard’s coffee.
Once everyone was served, Linda and Anne sat down to join us and I was peeved to see that Anne sat next to Richard and let Linda sit next to me. But I felt a little better after wolfing down some eggs and toast and as the coffee kicked in, I tuned into the conversation at the table.
“Well, Richard, how was your first night sleeping with Tim’s wife?” asked Jack with a ribald laugh.
“Well, we had a minor territorial dispute over where her side of the bed ended and mine began,” he said, turning to exchange a smile with my wife. “But I emerged triumphant.”
“He sure did,” gushed Anne, gazing with adoration into Richard’s eyes. “He was very forceful, I had to surrender to his advances.”
Everyone laughed at the innuendo, and I smiled along, but I felt that prick of jealousy and I noticed Bob looking at me with concern. Bob and Linda were in the bedroom adjoining ours and they must have heard the headboard tapping on the wall last night. I could see that Linda was on the verge of mentioning it, but Bob shot her a warning glance and she held her tongue.
After lunch I helped clean up the dishes and found myself alone with my wife in the kitchen.
“So, I was planning to go shopping this morning and maybe catch back up with you after lunch,” she said carefully.
“Yeah, ok, what are you shopping for?” I asked, marveling at her bright complexion. She really was just beaming with happiness this morning after getting fucked so hard by Richard’s big cock.
“Ah, well, I thought I might get some new, um, pajamas,” she said, blushing furiously for some reason.
“Pajamas,” I repeated.
“Well, you know,” she laughed awkwardly. “Sleepwear.”
“You mean lingerie?” I asked stiffly. “You want to have something fresh and sexy to wear to bed with Richard tonight?”
“Honey, please,” begged my wife, bowing her head as she scraped a plate and loaded it into the dishwasher.
Richard came into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. “Hey Tim, I hope we didn’t keep you up last night,” he said staring me down insolently.
“Uh, no, I didn’t hear anything,” I lied, trying to swallow my ire.
“That’s good, because I was afraid that your wife and I were being pretty loud,” he said, suppressing a smile.
“Being pretty loud doing what?” I asked angrily.
“Darling,” cautioned my wife, putting her hand on my chest.
“Ready to head out, beautiful?” asked Richard, ignoring me and addressing my wife.
“Well, I have to finish up the dishes,” she said, looking at me with concern.
“I’ll finish them,” I said stiffly.
“Thanks, pal,” said Richard, slapping me on the shoulder and putting his arm around my wife and leading her out of the kitchen.
“Bye dear,” she called meekly, waving at me as they headed out. “See you later.”
Bob came in as they were leaving.
“How are you holding up?” he asked me soberly.
“I’m not inviting Richard back next year,” I told him morosely.
“I understand,” he said simply, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“I think he’s going to take her to go buy lingerie so he can dress her in something sexy tonight,” I spat angrily.
“You mean, she is going to model all sorts of revealing outfits for him and let him choose the ones he likes best?” gulped Bob, his face growing red. “Do you suppose, he’s going to, uh, watch her getting changed too?”
“Christ Bob! What, what a thing to say,” I stammered, my penis growing hard at the thought.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, trying to hide his own erection.
“Hey, can you finish these dishes up?” I asked. “I need to go check something out.”
“Sure go ahead,” Bob said with a knowing look.
I ran out of the house and looked up the nearest lingerie store on my phone. I ran for a couple of blocks and soon caught up with my wife and Richard walking arm in arm down the street. I followed them surreptitiously as my wife dragged Richard into one little gift shop after another. I felt a bit of satisfaction that Richard was being subjected to this torment that every husband had to put up with, namely shopping for knick-knacks. Presently they arrived at a lingerie shop and they entered together. I waited outside for a few minutes, peeking in the window as Richard and Anne selected some pretty daring outfits. When they headed into the dressing room together, my heart dropped and I resolved to follow them in.
When I entered the store, the saleswoman greeted me brightly, but I just brushed her off and headed right to the back of the store by the dressing room. I paused when I heard Richard’s voice.
“Yeah, that’s hot, that’s really hot. I can see your nipples right through that bra,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“How does it look from behind?” asked my wife suggestively.
“Can I help you sir?” asked another saleswoman, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Shh,” I said, waving her away impatiently.
“Oh, yeah, that’s nice, you got some junk back there,” croaked Richard from the within the changing room. “But take that off and try this one.”
“Ok, but close your eyes while I get undressed,” said my wife primly.
“Of course, of course,” he said.
I turned to look at the saleswoman and saw that she was listening along with me.
“That’s my wife in there,” I hissed. For some reason, I wanted to share my outrage.
The young woman’s her eyes widened in surprise.
“Hey, your eyes are supposed to be closed,” said my wife, giggling girlishly.
“I like you best with nothing on at all,” he grunted.
“Oh really?” she asked. “Hmm, I see that your johnson likes me too.”
“Oh yeah,” he groaned.
I heard the sound of a zipper coming down.
“Oh boy, look how big he is,” purred my wife. “I’m going to need to do something about this, mister.”
I watched the saleswoman’s face grow beet red as we listened to the slurping sounds of my wife sucking another man’s penis in the dressing room and then him groaning loudly with pleasure. She saw the horror on my face and strode deliberately over to the dressing room and rapped loudly on the door.
“Are you folks OK in there?” she demanded loudly.
“Yeah, we’re ok,” choked Richard, gaspi
ng for breath. “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed in surprise. “Oh yeah, that was awesome.”
“What was awesome, sir?” demanded the saleswoman, putting her hands on her hips.
“Omigod, you nearly choked me with that one, I almost couldn’t swallow it all,” chirped my wife cheerfully.
“Please don’t make a mess in there,” pleaded the saleswoman. “I’m not supposed to let couples go in together. I could get in trouble.”
“We’ll be right out, dear,” said my wife condescendingly.
The saleswoman came back over to me and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but you better leave now. I don’t want any trouble in here.”
“There won’t be any trouble,” I sighed, putting my hand in my pocket to wrestle my raging hardon back into submission. “I’ll go now.”
I wandered back into the street and considered walking away, but something made me hang around outside the shop until my wife and Richard emerged, arm in arm, my wife holding a bag full of purchases.
“Oh, my gosh, fancy meeting you here,” gasped my wife in shock as I approached them.
“Hello darling, what did you buy? Can I see?” I asked, ignoring Richard.
My wife blushed deeply. “Um, I’ll show you later, I don’t want to pull this stuff out on the street like this,” she said, glancing around nervously.
“Oh, but you didn’t mind showing Richard, huh?” I asked angrily.
“Well, I did help her pick out some nice things. Tasteful things, you know,” he said smoothly, not bothering to remove his arm from around my wife’s shoulders.
“Oh, so did you enjoy modeling lingerie for Richard all morning?” I asked my wife.
“It’s not, I mean, you make it sound,” stammered my wife, at a loss for words.
“Anne, you have something in your hair,” I pointed with disgust to a big glob of semen lodged in my wife’s hair.
“Oops, I don’t know what that is,” she said, her face going pale as she produced a tissue and hastily wiped Richard’s sputum from her locks while he chuckled easily.
“Ok, well, I’ll see you two later,” I snapped and stormed away.
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