Chapter 3: Unexpected encounter
Nathan was sprawled on the cream living room couch watching his 72-inch Ultra HD TV, the screen loaded with a football game. The couch was packed behind him as his mates yelled at the top of their lungs, drunkenly celebrating every move. He took a large gulp of beer from a chilled bottle, swirling it around his mouth to taste the light bitter flavor before swallowing. It tickled his throat, making it burning hot.
The doorbell rang.
Nathan turned towards it, looking at the clock. Charis was earlier than he had expected. It was only just past midnight, he was expecting her to be out clubbing until at least 3am. Nathan stood from the couch, pushing his way past his friends before they managed to see him, and made his way to the door.
He opened the door and found himself staring at a tall, blond, musclebound wall of man with bright blue eyes and a charming smile. Instantly, Nathan felt threatened, and he felt his heart racing as he looked at this stranger.
Nathan then saw Charis come up behind him, she was wearing a tight black mini dress which was see through at the top. She also looked to be tipsy. Her dark brown hair was wildly spread over her shoulders; her face glowing with a crimson hue from the alcohol, and her eyes were half-closed. Nathan smelled her intoxicating perfume as she circled her arm around the stranger's arm, leaning on him for balance.
The first thing he noticed was the stranger's gaze lingering on her exposed cleavage, and he felt a surge of anger build up in him.
Without warning, the man's free hand casually reached around Charis and squeezed her ass.
Nathan froze as he watched his wife smile up at the stranger and give him a flirty wink. Charis looked back at Nathan as if to assure him it was okay, before leaning in and whispering something in the man's ear. Nathan felt sick, his head was swimming. He had never seen Charis so wild, so confident. He shook his head in disbelief.
Charis took the lead, giving Nathan a look that clearly said 'stay put' before she pulled the stranger along, disappearing into their bedroom. Nathan stood there in shock. He couldn't believe what was happening.
Nathan stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the closed door in front of him. Before he knew it, his feet were taking him to the master bedroom, one painful step at a time.
As he silently turned the doorknob, Nathan prepared himself for the shock of his life. What he saw would brand itself into his mind forever.
Charis was lying sprawled on their bed, her black mini-dress pulled up to her waist, exposing her bare ass and smooth thighs.
The stranger was on top of her, his jeans pulled down to his knees, his bare and muscular ass moving slowly, rhythmically. Nathan's eyes traced the stranger's toned back, the bulging muscles rippling with every motion. His face was buried between Charis's breasts, his mouth biting, his tongue caressing the soft, trembling skin.
Charis, wild-eyed and panting, was gripping the stranger's shoulders, nails digging into the tense, hard muscle.
Nathan could see the man's cock, thick and swollen, thrusting in and out of Charis. Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open, crying out guttural obscenities with each thrust.
Nathan felt his heart slam in his chest as he watched this raunchy spectacle. His mouth went dry and his head swam with utter disbelief. The couple on the bed were lost in the throes of fierce, frantic lovemaking.
On the bed, Charis writhed and thrust back, meeting the stranger's rough thrusts with her own.
She moaned loudly, hungrily, like an animal in heat. Nathan couldn't tear his eyes away. He was mesmerized by the wild passion, the sheer animalistic lust in front of him.
The stranger's muscular buttocks clenched and released as he plowed in and out of her, the sound of his skin slapping against hers filling the room, punctuated by Charis's soft cries.
Nathan's heart raced as his wife surrendered herself completely to this man.
He loved her dearly, but he had never seen her like this before. Nathan's brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening. He watched in amazement as Charis became a different person in front of his very eyes.
The stranger's movements slowed down. He collapsed on top of Charis, panting heavily, his sweaty body pressed against hers. He started to kiss her neck, moving down to her chest. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.
Nathan heard Charis let out a long, loud moan, the kind he never elicited from her before. The stranger then switched to the other nipple, biting down a little harder while flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip. Charis's legs wrapped around the man, pulling him in deeper. She ground her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, whimpering as they did so.
Nathan slid his hand into his shorts and started to touch himself. Watching Charis being pleased so completely by a stranger felt so wrong, yet so incredibly erotic at the same time.
She moaned louder and louder, spurring the stranger on, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper.
Nathan felt himself getting harder. He didn't understand why. He didn't want to, but he couldn't deny it. He wanted to keep watching. He liked it.
Charis's fingers tangled in the stranger's hair, pulling him closer.
The stranger let out a growl and started fucking Charis again, even harder than before, with an intensity that threatened to break the bed.
The muscles in his arms bulged and rippled as he held himself up, pounding into her over and over again. Nathan could see sweat dripping down the man's back as he thrust with mechanical precision, driving himself deeper and deeper into Charis's trembling body.
She cried out, urging him on, her voice high and shrill with pleasure, losing control as the stranger fucked her relentlessly. Nathan could hardly believe the sight in front of him. He'd never seen his wife like this, so wild and abandoned, so uninhibited, so free.
Nathan couldn't tear his gaze away as he watched Charis surrender herself completely to this stranger, her body trembling and shuddering as she came, over and over again. The stranger's movements grew more frantic, desperate, before he, too, climaxed with a loud groan.
He collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily and dripping with sweat. The stranger turned to Charis, wrapping his arms around her, gently kissing her as they caught their breath.
Nathan quietly closed the door, his heart heavy, and his mind in turmoil.
His body trembled, his legs weak, yet he still couldn't tear his eyes away from the image of his wife having wild sex with this stranger. He staggered back to the couch, his mind consumed with a twisted mixture of possessiveness, anger, and an intoxicating desire to watch more.
As Nathan sat down on the couch, he noticed his friends' horrified stares, but he barely registered their whispers. Instead, he leaned back into the couch, gripping his hard cock tighter, squeezing, trying to ignore the aching need.
He stared at the blank TV screen, seeing nothing but the image of his wife's naked body against the stranger's.
He eventually fell asleep on the couch but was woken up nearly 4 hours later by the stranger loudly leaving the apartment.