Chapter 1: Introduction
The warm sunlight cast a golden hue onto the quiet neighborhood as Jared trudged toward his humble suburban home after another tedious day at the office. He couldn't help but notice how the once vibrant greenery seemed to have faded somewhat in recent months, mirroring the slow decline of his passionate marriage to Amy. Despite his love for her, he often found himself feeling distant and unsatisfied in their relationship, a fact that troubled him deeply.
That's why he had taken off work a little early today. He stop by Amy's favorite flower shop and bought her a bouquet in the hopes that showing a little romance would help. He hoped she would enjoy the surprise.
He tried to remember when they last shared such tender moments together, trying to find ways to rekindle the fire that burned so brightly in the beginning. As he unlocked the front door, the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. It was an old trick, one that worked wonders in the past. Maybe it could work again.
Inside, the living room held a hint of warmth and coziness, but no sign of Amy. She only worked parted time, so she was normally home long before him. Jared set down the flowers and moved towards the garage to see if her car was even there.
As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed a pair of wine glasses with a mostly empty bottle next to them. "That's odd, I don't remember us having wine last night," Jared thought to himself. He shrugged it off not even noticing the two different shades of lipstick on the glasses. Knowing his wife would be upset by dirty dishes left out, he quickly cleaned up the table putting them in the washer. While he was at it, he finished off the bottle of wine in a quick swig from the bottle. His wife would be mortified but he enjoyed getting away with uncultured things like that when she wasn't around. And he really enjoyed that wine too. Was he turning into a light weight, that was hardly more than a glass left in the bottle and he could already feel a warmth running though him.
He suddenly remembered that he hadn't gotten around to eating breakfast or lunch today. That's probably why the alcohol was hitting him so hard. He moved to the fridge to see if there was something to eat.
*moan*
Jared looked up from the fridge, did he hear something? He listened for a moment and shook his head when he didn't hear anything else. He looked back down at the fridge and saw the chicken thawing for tonight's dinner.
"Oh yeah, I was going to check if Amy was home," he muttered to himself. He closed the fridge door and return to checking the garage. Sure enough, her car was sitting there among all the junk that prevented their two car garage from having enough room to actually fit two cars. So where was she?
*grunt*
"Now I definitely heard that. What could be grunting around here" he questioned out loud.
It sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. As he continued searching for his wife, he became increasingly aware of the silence in the usually bustling house. He felt as if someone was playing a trick on him, leading him through a labyrinth of half-truths and deception. Then, just as he was about to give up hope, he heard something that sent chills down his spine. There it was again! But this time, it was followed by a soft moan, then another. It was coming from the master bedroom.
That had to be where Amy was. But surely it wasn't her, unless...was Jared about to catch her masterbating. That sent a shiver of excitement through Jared. He had still been a virgin when the two got married, but he definitely masturbated. He just had never felt comfortable talking to Amy about it though. Maybe if he could catch her in the act, this would open up a whole new level of intimacy in their relationship.
Jared slowly opened the door trying to be as quiet as possible. The muffled sounds of female pleasure had certainly been coming from the cracked bedroom door. They got louder and all the more distinct as he pushed the door open. "My god, she must really be going at with how loud and freaking the grunts and groans were coming," he thought quizzically. She was had never been like that with him even when they first started dating.
As his view of the room became wider, the first thing he noticed were the feminine clothes strewn across the bedroom floor. Amy's silk wrap blouse that always showed a deep V of her cleavage with its plunging neckline was on the floor right beside the door. Her black lace pushup bra that she only ever wore once for him after how much attention she had gotten from other men around them lay atop the dresser. The matching black panties were only another foot further in the room...
A pair of purple thongs with an obvious wet spot lay right beside Amy's black panties. Jared's mind was going blank with denial. He knew Amy didn't own a pair of panties like that, but his mind kept trying to come up with reasonable excuses for its existence on his bedroom floor.
Mind still reeling trying to figure out the unrecognized things, his eyes continued to scan the room. A black leather skirt that would never have been able to fit his curvy wife a right next to the foot of the bed. He was starting to shake now as his eyes traveled up the corner post of the bed. A small piece of fabric hung by spaghetti straps from the bedpost. It seemed to small to be a woman's top hanging there, but that was exactly what it was. And it assuredly didn't belong to his wife, Amy.
He almost couldn't stand to look at what his subconscious already knew he would find on the bed. Yet there is nothing in this world that could have stopped his eyes from continuing their upward motion until the came to rest fully on the erotic scene taking place on his marital bed.
He stood in the doorway of the bedroom he shared with his wife of 7 years. And he was seeing the most erotic thing of his entire life. His wife's face was buried deep between a woman's legs. The wet sounds of slurping and sucking testified to how vigorously she was tongue fucking that woman's pussy while there. Meanwhile, Amy's feet were pressed hard against the headboard to either side of this strange woman's head still clad in her stiletto heals. She was also still wearing thigh high hose and her skirt was hiked up around her waste.
The unknown woman was ravaging both Jared's wife's anus and pussy with a pair of massive vibrators that put his dick to shame. They were visibly shaking her body with the strength of their vibration and bringing her to moan primally.
"Fuck, that feels so good," Amy whispered hoarsely, unable to contain her arousal any longer. "Please, please don't stop."
The unknown woman gave a low growl and increased the speed of the vibrator. Amy gasped, arching her back instinctively. The pleasure was overwhelming, leaving her completely at the mercy of these sensations.
"Slut, keep that tongue on my pussy or you will be punished like I used to do back in college," she ordered Amy.
She pulled out her vaginal vibrator, which was larger than the one she had inside Amy's ass. "I bet you like anal sex as well, don't you?" she asked, tauntingly. "Let me show you how a real woman takes it!"
Jared was frozen, utterly shocked by what he was witnessing. His heart raced, and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through his veins.
Unable to believe what he was witnessing, Jared stood there frozen in fear and arousal. His gaze fixated on Amy's lips as they wrapped hungrily around Beth's pussy, creating a vacuum-like suction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each gentle nip and pull of her tongue seemed to send Amy over the edge, eliciting moans and gasps of pure ecstasy. It was clear that Amy was thoroughly enjoying herself, performing a sexual act she was quite experienced with.
With Amy's attention restored to Beth's pussy, Beth pulled out the still gyrating anal dildo and tossed it towards Amy's hands. "Here, you lubed it up enough. You can use it on me now," she demand. Then began pressing the much larger vaginal vibrator against Amy's stretch anus.
Amy whimpered in pain as the huge toy penetrated her. But it felt so good at the same time. She wanted more. More of this filthy, dirty feeling. More of this wild abandonment of traditional morality. This was a level of depravity that Amy remembered from her college years and deeply missed after marrying her boring Jared. Beth's dominant presence overpowered Amy, making her crave even more kinky activities. Amy felt powerless under Beth's control, but she loved it.
The pain of being filled up intensified the pleasure she was experiencing. Amy knew that this was the type of taboo, forbidden sex that she craved, and Jared was too tame for her needs. She had missed this since marrying him.
Jared, meanwhile, was caught in a web of desire and jealousy. Watching his wife perform such acts brought him immense arousal, yet it made him feel incredibly guilty as well. His crotch ached with a throbbing need for release, his hand was rubbing is hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
This wasn't the way things were supposed to go, he had wanted sexual excitement back in their lives. But he had assumed he would be involved, not standing on the outside helpless, only able to stroke his on dick while his wife had amazing sex with a woman he had never even met. He felt so hurt and confused by the situation. Still he found his hands pulling out his aching penis and stroking it while he continued to watch his wife's infidelity.
He felt like such a pervert watching these two women being so sexually intimate and vulgar with each other. Yet he couldn't help it. He kept stroking himself trying to keep rhythm with how Beth was thrusting that huge vibrator in and out of his wife's ass. His penis felt so tiny in his hand compared to that thing. No wonder he had never made Amy scream in ecstacy like this before. The shame of that thought somehow aroused him even more.
The air thickened with the sound of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure filling the room. His eyes wandered down to his wife’s perfectly round ass cheeks, which were quivering from the relentless assault of the vibrator.
In a state of heightened arousal, Jared realized he needed to satisfy himself. His jerking off became more and more erratic with his excitement growing. The zipper of his pants were catching on his balls and shaft causing sharp pain that he just accepted as his due for being such a pervert.
The thought of what he was doing to himself and watching his wife do made him feel ashamed, but at the same time, the powerful combination of guilt and lust was driving him mad. It was as if he had entered a dark tunnel without end where no light or truth could reach him. He tried to close his eyes for a moment, wishing it was all just a nightmare, but it was far too real.
In the meantime, Beth was dominating Amy, ordering her to play with her pussy and anus with different toys, increasing the intensity as she watched.
"I want you to beg for more, whore" she said, teasing Amy as she moved her body, encouraging her to enjoy herself. Beth expertly used her fingers, tongue, and the vibrator, moving seamlessly between each, always keeping Amy on the brink of orgasm.
As the pleasure mounted, Amy could no longer hold back. Her screams filled the room, echoing through the house and into Jared's ears. Hearing his wife's cries of ecstasy drove him even deeper into the vortex of lust and depravity.
His own orgasm burst from him exploding out with more power than he'd ever experienced before. It actually shot out splattered onto Beth's shimmery top hanging from the bedpost, with enough left to drip down on the black leather skirt left on the floor below.
The forcefulness of his orgasm surprised him, sending a thrill through his whole body. At the same time though, see his cum soaking into Beth's clothes he knew he was in trouble. There was no way of covering up jizzing all over her clothes. They were going to know he was a pervert spying on them. His mind raced trying to think of a way out of the shame that truth would bring.
Beth's mouth dropped open, and she stared at the wall, momentarily lost in the depths of her own pleasure. Her face flushed crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and delight. But then, a sly grin spread across her face.
"You haven't lost your touch one bit, Beth" she said looking up between her lovers legs and her own naked breasts, a smirk on her face.
Panicking knowing the two woman could soon notice his presence. Jared quietly stepped away from the door not even bothering to put away his limp dick. He just hope he could get far enough away that the two women wouldn't immediately realize he had been watching them fuck like animals.
He didn't know how he was going to explain Beth's cum covered shirt, or why he had been hiding behind the door. It was clear he had some explaining to do, but he couldn't let them find him there, flaccid penis in hand. His heart hammered as he quickly made his way back to the front door. He was terrified that if they discovered him they might turn on him, and do what he didn't know but he was sure it wouldn't be good. He had to leave before they noticed anything.
Jared quickly stuffed his spent dick back in his pants as he reached for the door. He opened it carefully to keep it silent. And stepped outside...