I knelt outside the bedroom in the hallway. Just like she told me to do.

My clothes were in the living room folded on a chair, and I was hard by the time she shut the door. My hands were behind my back, and I sat upright and still. I was going to be a good boy no matter what happened on the other side.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” I heard my wife say through the door. Her partner moaned in response, and I could hear him kiss her and pull her body against him. I braced myself emotionally as much as I did physically, and I tried not to think at all.

“I want to hear your scream, beg, and moan for me,” he growled. “But first, I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”

I like to think I could hear them, but the truth is it was mostly in my mind. I could hear groans and whispers, but the slurping and sucking was my own creation. It didn’t matter if I closed my eyes or kept them open, I saw everything.

“I can’t wait,” she said. “I need you inside me now. Please.”  There was a longing in her voice I hadn’t heard in a long time and my cock twitched at the sound.

“Come here,” he said and she yelped as he pulled her body to him. I heard her begging grow louder and louder until finally she was screaming yes and it was perfectly clear what they were doing.

“You are so fucking tight,” he whispered. “You’re so big,” she replied before their moans were muffled by their kissing, and all I could hear was the sound of bodies slapping together.

I pictured them in cinegraphic detail. I pulled in close and watched them move mechanically, and I leaned back in a corner and took it all in from afar. Her moaning and crying was a soundtrack that overwhelmed me, but the next bit of dialog changed everything.

“Take this off,” she said as their bodies slowed.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I want to feel you without it. I want to feel the skin of your cock inside me and…”

“What is it? What do you want?” He was breathing almost as quickly as I was. I strained to hear every word, still not believing a thing.

“I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you. For days.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned and then somehow I knew it was happening. She groaned and sighed and her pleading never stopped. He let out a noise that I had never heard before and it was over.

“You feel so good,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve thought about it so many times, and oh my god. Your cock is inside me. I can feel everything.”

“I love you,” he whispered and then the slapping was back, and I was so hard that it hurt. My knees were sore from the floor, my mind was reeling, and I was closer to coming than I thought possible.

“Come for me,” started as a low growl and turned into a desperate pleading. “Come inside me. I want it so badly. I need it. Please, baby, fill my cunt.”

And then they were lost in what I could only assume was what a perfect orgasm sounds like. They screamed and laughed as their bodies moved together, and I pictured everything. I wanted to cry and run out the door, but more desperately than anything in the whole world I wanted to be just where I was.

It was a few minutes later that she called out to me.

“Come into the room.”

I stood slowly and it took every effort I had not to grab my cock. For the briefest moment, I wondered if I would see what I expected or if it had just been a game. I wasn’t sure if the thought made me happy or sad, but it didn’t last long.

They were lying on the bed with their legs open wide. Their chests were rising and falling and his cock was still mostly hard against his thigh. I stood at the foot of the bed looking down and my own cock bobbed up and down giving away everything.

“Clean him off,” she whispered.

I didn’t pause.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t hesitate for a second before leaning down and taking him into my mouth. He let out a moan as I licked and sucked him, tasting her on every inch of his cock. He touched my hair briefly, and I felt pleased and rewarded.

“Now me,” she said.  “Lick me clean like a good boy. He came so deep inside me.”

Again there was no decision to be made. I opened her thighs and pressed my mouth against her without thought. I opened her–even more–with my lips and tongue, and I tasted everything. Cum and sweat were overwhelming, and possibly I was crying as I cleaned her soaking wet cunt. She grabbed onto him as she lay there on my bed–our bed–and she started to moan louder as I pushed inside her as deeply as I could.

“Oh fuck, make me come again. Make me come…”

I came along with her. Without so much as a hand against me, my body shook and exploded with emotion as much as anything else. She closed her thighs and screamed into her arm. I didn’t stop, even as I came on myself and the bed, and by the time she finished I was close to collapse.

I pulled myself up onto the bed and lay next to her, my breath as lost as my mind. Somewhere in the silence, she took my hand while I stared up at the cracks in the ceiling. Their patterns were familiar and comforting even as my body felt like a stranger.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

“I think so,” was all I could say. “I think so.”