I awoke in the night to the sound of footsteps.
It was close to three AM, and the space in the bed next to me was conspicuously empty. I patted the spot, half-asleep, as my tired brain processed the fact that my wife, Claire, had gotten up in the night.
This was not an abnormal thing for her to do. Even when we had a house guest.
To call John a guest wasn’t exactly right. He and Claire had gone to high school together, and I had known him for close to fifteen years. But he was nonetheless sleeping on our couch until he worked things out with his girlfriend.
Typically, I would roll over and fall back asleep without thinking about it, but for some reason I can’t explain, I pushed the covers down and swung my feet off the bed. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, got up, and gently made my way down the hall to see if she was making tea. And if so, if there was enough for two.
As I turned the corner to our kitchen, I saw Claire standing in front of the stove. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and black cotton underwear below. My wife eschewed pajamas for the comfort of the familiar and the well-worn. She liked soft things, warm things, and, most often, my things.
I paused when I realized her feet were not the only ones standing on the tile floor. As she bent over the stove, John stepped up behind her and put his hands on her waist in a familiar gesture.
The shadows covered my face as I peered around the corner, and I decided it was best to stay quiet. They had known each other for years, and something about his touch spoke to a level of intimacy I hadn’t realized was there.
When he slid his hands beneath her shirt, I froze. Without a spoken word, he slid it off over her head, and she did nothing to stop him. Instead, my wife pushed back against him, wiggling her ass invitingly.
My breath stopped as I realized that not only was he hard, but this was clearly not the first time they had done something like this.
“We really shouldn’t,” I heard Claire say as he slid his fingers beneath the hem of her underwear. “Guy could wake up any second.”
“He’s a sound sleeper; don’t worry. Besides, he’s never caught us before.”
“You’re so bad,” Claire whispered as she arched her back. John slid her panties down to her knees as I watched with rapt attention. “Maybe just a quick one, then I have to get back to bed!”
My wife laughed playfully as she braced herself on the counter. John leaned in and whispered in her ear, and she shook her head teasingly. As I stood watching, still not quite believing it, our old friend pushed his shorts down and began to rub the considerable length of his cock between the cheeks of her ass.
“Are you sure you want it quick?” John asked as Claire bent forward and pushed back against him. “Last time, we spent nearly two hours fucking.”
“Please,” she moaned, reaching between her legs to grab hold of him. “Just fuck me, John. Before he wakes up.”
I could see the head of his cock glistening with what I could only assume was a combination of his pre-cum and my wife’s excitement. My heart skipped a beat even as I felt myself growing hard. Without another word, John spread her cheeks with both hands and slowly slid his bare cock inside her.
Everything began to fall into place as I watched them fuck. The weekends away, the nights she spent on the couch, and the texts I didn’t read, all spoke to an affair that had been going on for who knows how long?
In spite of myself, I reached down to touch my aching cock as in the other room, John began to fuck my wife harder and faster. I could hear Claire moan and beg as he pushed into her, and when she made a fist and bit her fingers to keep quiet, I realized she was coming.
“Such a good girl,” John said as he pushed his thick cock deep inside her. “You always come so quickly for me.”
“Your cock feels so good,” She moaned as she trembled on her toes while they fucked. “You make me come so hard.”
“Do you want me to send you back to bed — and your husband — with my cum running down your thigh?”
My fist was a blur, and while his words elicited as much anger as they did jealousy, I could no more look away than I could stop.
“You’re so fucking bad,” Claire giggled, still pushing onto his cock. “But you know I do. I always want your cum inside me.”
“There’s my girl; Daddy’s gonna come for you now.”
“Oh fuck,” Claire moaned, her eyes closed as she braced herself. “Yes, Daddy, come for me, please! I love when you fuck me, Daddy; you fuck me so good. Give me all of it.”
From the look on John’s face, her words had the intended effect. He bit his lip, gripped her ass tighter, and then buried himself within her as he began to come. I couldn’t hold back either, and soon I was coming onto my hand just as he did the same deep inside my wife.
I tried to shut out her words and the vision in front of me, but deep down, their raw sex and unabashed desire drove me wild. I had never seen my wife like that before, and her blatant sexuality and teasing words made me come harder than I had in ages.
Back in bed, I had trouble even feigning sleep. When Claire returned a few minutes later, I rolled over and wrapped an arm around her, wondering if I could smell sex on her soft body. She had put my shirt back on, but her panties were nowhere to be found.
“Did you come?” she asked, her voice quiet but firm.
“I tried not to,” I admitted. “How did you know?”
“I saw you. At the last minute, just as he put it in, I saw your glasses reflect a bit of light from the street lamp outside.”
“How long has it been going on?” I asked, facing her even as I reached a hand between her legs. “How long have you two been fucking behind my back?”
She was soaking wet, and I couldn’t stop touching her. I pulled up her shirt so I could peer at her swollen sex, and Claire smiled and pushed me lower on our bed. While some part of me wanted to yell and scream, another needed to be closer — needed to see and taste the truth no matter how much I fought it.
“Since high school,” she moaned as I finally gave in and opened my mouth on her freshly fucked pussy. “Oh god, don’t stop. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. We’ve always fucked, love. We’ve been friends for so long, and it never made sense to stop.”
“Even after we got married?” I asked, pausing even as my cock grew hard once more.
“Especially after we got married,” Claire moaned as I moved up her body and kissed her mouth, letting her taste all three of us. “I’m so sorry, baby; I just couldn’t stop.”
And then I was fucking her all I was worth as I kissed and bit her while pinning her to our bed. I fucked her with anger and jealousy, and I fucked her with guilt and betrayal. But most of all, I fucked her with a hunger for her body and soul that I hadn’t felt in years.
“Oh god, you’re fucking me so well,” Claire said, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. “So much harder than before.”
“Do you still love me?” I asked with a mix of anger and lust.
“Of course I do,” she moaned as she wrapped her legs around me. “I love you more than ever.”
“You won’t leave me?” I asked as I braced myself on my arms as I pistoned in and out of her. “You promise?”
“Never!” Claire said as she began to come on my cock for the first time in ages. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”
We fucked three more times that night, each time with that strange combination of jealousy and lust that was slowly starting to feel familiar. Claire professed her love again and again, and we committed ourselves to each other like we had on our wedding day.
“Do you think he’ll be jealous?” I asked as we lay in the darkness. The thought occurred randomly to me in an odd fit of laughter. The question felt ridiculous and yet, somehow important all the same time.
Claire paused for a moment before kissing me.
“I won’t tell him if you don’t,” she said.
And somehow, with those few words, I knew everything would be okay.