Chapter 2: Voyeur switch
As Jared stepped outside, he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his neighbor, Greg, honking his horn loud enough to wake the dead. "Yo Jared, how's it hanging?" Greg called from next door.
The casual question normally wouldn't have any meaning at all, but at this exact moment it had his mind going back to the scene moments ago where he just jerked off watching his wife cheat on him with a woman. He flush with guilt and shame at the situation. He definitely wasn't going to be telling Greg about that even if they were close friends.
"Yeah, yeah, um....hanging fine," he replied awkwardly.
"Rough day man? You look a bit shaken. I could come over for a few drinks and watch the game if you need the company," Greg sounded concerned.
"No," Jared practically shouted. "I mean I'm... um... trying to have... um... a night with Amy tonight," he lamely concluded.
"Catch you later then, Bro" Greg waved goodbye as he turned back to his own house.
Jared walked back inside, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. His plan had worked - for now. He was glad he hadn't told Greg about Amy's affair, or he'd probably never hear the end of it. That's the problem with living in such a small neighborhood, people always seemed to know everything about everyone else.
He stood at the entrance of the living room, still slightly shocked by what he had witnessed. He was conflicted, torn between his disgust for the situation and his own desires that had driven him to spy on them.
Amy's somewhat panicked voice called from the bedroom. "Jared, is that you?"
Relief at so easily diffusing the situation with Greg was instantly washed away by the panic of not knowing how to answer Amy.
Casting about for something, anything to say he spotted the flowers he had set down earlier before he was distracted by Amy's infidelity. "yeah," he croaked out. He cleared his throat to start again "yes sweety, I bought you some flowers on the way home," he called back.
He could hear the barest hint of harsh whispered conversation happening in the bedroom. "Oh that's... that's.... that's nice dear," Amy said distracted by her lover Jared was sure.
"Could you go ahead and put them in a vase with some water," she asked.
It felt surreal, hearing Amy asking him to take care of flowers after having just caught her cheating on him. Still, he tried to hide his feelings and responded calmly. "Of course, sweetheart." Under his breath he muttered to himself "I'll give you and your lover time to clean up."
Feeling completely drained physically and emotionally, Jared headed into the kitchen. The air was heavy with unspoken tension where he now realized had been the first evidence of the infidelity with the two wine glasses. Jared set the flowers down on the counter and proceeded to pull out a vase to fill with water.
He couldn't see it, but he imagined Beth was gathering up her clothes, clothes he'd cum all over, and trying to get out of the house without him noticing.
Surely she was likely more cautious than ever now, given Amy's husband was now home. He knew he would be in her situation. The thought sent a chill down his spine – if she found out he had been watching, his life would truly be ruined. He had to find a way to break free from this spiral of deceit and despair.
Jared finished filling the vase with water and placed the flowers in it. The vibrant colors contrasted sharply with the darkness around him. His thoughts raced, trying to make sense of everything. How could Amy betray him like this?
The thought consumed Jared as he walked into the bedroom, clutching the vase with the flowers in his hands. Despite his anger and confusion, he knew he needed to maintain the appearance of normalcy to avoid suspicion. The bedroom door has been closed again at some point. So he had no clue what to expect on the other side of it.
The knob turned, creaking as it did so, making little noise. But he was too nervous to think about whether or not they heard him coming. His stomach was twisted in knots, his heart thumping in his chest. He could feel sweat prickling at his forehead. As he slowly pushed open the door, his eyes scanned the room, looking for any signs of disturbance or movement. But most everything was in its place. Beth's clothes were gone and even Amy's clothes has been picked up. Beth herself was gone and Amy was laying in their bed, the bed she had just had passion sex with somebody else in, the bed that show signs of wetness here and there in its rumpled folds.
"Hey there big boy," Amy greeted him in a seductive voice that only came across as fake because he had heard hear real passion filled voice when she talked to Beth. "Thank you for the flowers," she continued.
Her tone was a mix of seduction and sincerity, but he could detect a faint trace of guilt behind it. Was she feeling guilty about her infidelity, or about lying to him? Either way, Jared decided he would use this to his advantage. "You look lovely, sweetheart. I've been feeling a distance between and thought the flowers might help" He smiled, feigning confidence.
Amy returned his smile, but it seemed forced and unnatural. "Oh sweety, I was thinking about the same thing," she agreed sliding the blanket down to reveal her naked breasts beneath.
Jared swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. He knew he had to play along, to keep up appearances. He couldn't let them suspect anything.
Taking a deep breath, he approached the bed, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy that shot through him as he looked at Amy's exposed body. He knew that she had just been pleasuring another woman, but he had to bury those thoughts. He couldn't let them see his true emotions.
"Come here, my love," Amy cooed, reaching out to him with a seductive smile.
Jared allowed himself to be drawn towards the bed. As he set the vase of flowers on the nightstand a triangle of fabric laying on the flower in front of the closet grabbed his attention. It still appeared stained with Beth's wetness too. An uncontrollable urge gripped him as he noticed that and realized Beth must now be hiding in the closet about to watch whatever happens between the husband and wife. He reached down a picked up the damp panties.
Amy's face turned beat red as she saw what Jared had just picked up. She started hyperventilating trying to come up with an excuse for them.
Jared's next words saved her. "Looks like someone's been doing some shopping," he said as he brought the used panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
Despite her embarrassment, Amy played along. "Yes, sweetie. I was feeling lonely and remembered that our anniversary is coming up soon."
"Well, you should wear these for me tonight. They smell so good," he teased, winking at her.
"O-oh, you!" she giggled nervously, attempting to regain control of the situation. "You're terrible!"
"We both know why you went shopping," he said, grinning mischievously.
Amy hesitated, unsure how much to reveal about her day. Finally, she nodded. "Okay, maybe there was more to it than just shopping."
Jared raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue. "You know how mention my friend Beth from college was going to visit," She asked, blushing a bit. "We ended up getting an early lunch together today at the outdoor mall."
Jared didn't remember her mentioning anybody named Beth ever, but nodded along as if he did.
A hint of shame coloring Amy's cheeks, "well, we got to talking about life and maybe our marriage not being all that exciting. She suggested I... well she told me I needed to get laid." She laughed in shame and embarrassment. "Those were part of that." Amy concluded which was actually a lie, but it didn't tell the whole truth either.
Jared took another strong sniff of Beth's thong, he knew it wasn't his wife's and the idea of him having a secret from her while she was trying to hide her lies was intoxicating. He was feeling himself get hard again already.
His wife, who had moments ago been engaged in intimate acts with another woman, was lying right there in front of him. And despite his jealousy and discomfort, he couldn't deny his arousal. Her body, previously a source of comfort and familiarity, was now transformed into a symbol of forbidden pleasure.
He stepped closer to her, his movements purposeful yet gentle. Amy, now fully aware of the situation, was clearly trying to distract him with her body. She seductively pulled the blanket further away to reveal she had removed the skirt she wore previously. She still had on the thigh high stockings that Jared could see had a couple runs in them from her earlier escapades. But he didn't draw attention to them. He just cooed in appreciation of her plump and curvy body.
"From the smell of these panties, I think maybe you already had some fun without me," Jared suggested as he stuck them in his pocket. He began unbuttoning his shirt.
A spike of fear shot through Amy thinking he knew what had happened with Beth, but no he was only implying that she had been masturbating. She quickly played along. "That's right, sweetheart," Amy replied. "After Beth left I was, um, thinking about how I wanted to reconnect with you. It got me all hot and bothered."
Jared gave her a knowing smile, acknowledging her attempt to deflect suspicion. "And what better way to connect than this?" he tossed his shirt to the floor, and began unbuckling his belt.
Amy's eyes lit up with fake excitement, and she eagerly beckoned him to the bed to further distract him, presenting herself to him. Jared moved closer, his heart racing with anticipation. This was the moment he had been waiting for - to finally confront Amy with her betrayal and expose her lies.
As he approached the bed, his mind raced with thoughts of revenge and retribution. He would make her pay for her deception, and for the pain she had caused him. He would take her body, and use it as a weapon against her.
In his anger, he would teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. With every thrust, he would drive home the betrayal he felt. He would punish her for the hurt she had caused him.
As Jared slid his pants off, he could feel his body pulsing with anticipation. He was going to make her pay for her infidelity. He moved closer, his heart beating rapidly with the thrill of revenge.
Amy, oblivious to the true intentions simmering beneath the surface, moved closer to him, pressing her soft lips against his.
The feeling of her mouth on his sent waves of conflicting emotions coursing through Jared. On one hand, he craved the connection he once had with his wife, while on the other, he felt overwhelmed by the desire to conquer her, to dominate her.
Their kisses became more intense, mirroring the growing desire within their bodies. Amy's fingers traced lightly along Jared's torso, drawing his attention to her hands. He couldn't help but notice the subtle bruises on her wrists where Beth had tied her up.
Amy's skin had always been fair, so they stood out prominently against her pale complexion. Despite the dark thoughts clouding his mind, his cock ached with need as he moved forward to claim her. Amy, oblivious to his turmoil, pressed herself against him, moaning with fake pleasure.
With a calculated force, Jared pushed Amy onto the bed, using his strength to hold her down as he roughly kissed her neck. His tongue danced around her earlobe, making her gasp and writhe underneath him.
Jared savored the taste of her skin, the scent of her perfume, and the sound of her moans. He felt a surge of power as he held her captive, his body pressing hers into the mattress.
Amy, caught off guard by his sudden aggression, struggled to maintain her composure. She tried to match his intensity, but her movements were awkward and uncoordinated. She felt a mixture of fear and arousal, unsure of what to expect from her husband.
Jared continued to ravage her neck, leaving marks on her delicate skin. His teeth nipped at her flesh, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure. As he moved lower, his hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer to him.
Beth, hidden in the closet, watched the unfolding scene with a mixture of horror and fascination.
She felt a sense of power as she observed the husband taking his wife against the very wall where she had taken her. The thought made her wet, her own arousal becoming impossible to ignore. She slowly fingered herself, moaning softly as she fantasized about binding Jared to a chair and making him watch her take control of his wife. Make him watch her use and abuse Amy for her sexual pleasure while denying him everything.
Jared's body pinned Amy down with relentless passion, his hands clutching her wrists hard against the walnut headboard as he entered her. Amy gasped in pain, her head spinning from the sudden force.
Jared's thrusts were powerful and unrelenting, ignoring her protests and tears. He wanted her to suffer as he had suffered, to feel the same pain he felt when he found out about her affair. In his eyes, Amy was nothing more than a cheap whore, and he wanted to remind her of her betrayal.
Beth, hiding in the closet, watched as Jared's brutality intensified. She felt an erotic mixture of fear and excitement, witnessing the power dynamic play out before her.
As Jared's rhythm quickened, his eyes bore into Amy's with a look of unbridled fury. It wasn't lust that fueled him now, but rage. The realization sent a wave of fear coursing through Amy, her heart pounding with each heavy thrust. She didn't know wear this was coming from and was too distracting by her other lover standing only a couple feet away... her lover that was apparently fingering herself watching Jared forcing himself onto Amy's sore body.
Beth watched the escalating violence with a morbid fascination, her hand moving faster inside her own slick pussy. Her breath came in sharp gasps, matching the pace of Jared's increasingly erratic thrusts. She ignored Amy's gestures for her to leave. She wouldn't leave until she came again.
Beth could see Amy's pleading eyes begging her to stop, her face etched with desperation and humiliation. She continued to stroke herself, building towards another climax. The sight of Jared violently taking his wife filled her with both excitement and sadness. Amy was a beautiful creature, and she had brought Beth great joy, but now she was a mere pawn in Jared's twisted game.
Amy's screams echoed through the house, but the only response was the harsh, angry thrusts of Jared's hips.
Amy's body ached from the constant battering, and her mind swam with confusion and fear. She struggled to catch her breath, but the weight of his body crushing her only seemed to intensify her panic. Tears streaked down her cheeks, and her mind raced frantically for escape.
Beth continued to masturbate, reveling in the twisted spectacle before her. Watching Jared brutally take his wife heightened her own arousal, filling her with a mix of guilt and exhilaration.
She was participating in their marital misery, reveling in the darkness that engulfed them.
Beth's eyes flickered back and forth between the two, watching as Jared drove himself deeper into Amy, his eyes burning with hatred. She noticed how much the experience affected her. Witnessing their pain was intoxicating, like a drug that she couldn't resist.
Meanwhile, Amy, who had given up any resistance, just lay there, feeling helpless and violated.
It was like watching her soul being ripped apart as she lay there with eyes wide open, unable to look away, seeing every part of her that had been compromised by Beth. Beth's betrayal stung her even more, as it seemed like the final nail in the coffin of their marriage.
Their love-making turned into a battlefield of sorts, the intensity of Jared's hatred mixed with Amy's despair creating a toxic environment that only served to fuel their lust.
Their raw, primal instincts took over, and the room reverberated with their grunts and groans. They shifted positions frequently, pushing the boundaries of their physical limits. Amy's body ached with exhaustion, yet she persisted, driven by a desperate hope to that Jared would finish soon.
Throughout it all, Beth remained hidden in the closet, her breath heavy and fast. Each sound of Jared taking his wife brought her closer to her own release.
As Jared's thrusts grew more erratic, Beth's own pleasure reached its peak. She bit her lip, trying to contain her cries as she came, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.
Her climax seemed to echo through the room, amplifying the chaos already surrounding them. Jared's movements slowed, his energy spent, and Amy lay there, spent and broken.
Beth's eyes met Amy's, and she saw the pain and betrayal reflected in her eyes. For a brief moment, she felt a pang of regret, but it quickly passed as she remembered the power she held over them.
With a satisfied smile, Beth stepped out of the closet, her presence casting a shadow over the defeated couple.
She reached between their limp bodies, her fingers grazing the tender skin of their inner thighs. With a devious glint in her eye, she carefully collected the thick, sticky fluid that oozed from Amy's swollen pussy.
Amy, still reeling from the intensity of the encounter, looked up at Beth with a mixture of shock and disgust. "What are you doing?" she mouthed. Jared had felt the touch but pretended he was too exhausted to realize there was someone else in the room. He lay collapsed on top of Amy, his head nestled in her neck and his cock throbbed the last of his cum into her womb.
Beth smirked, her hand cupping the warm, wet liquid she had gathered before lifting it to her lips. She lapped it up seductive ly with her tongue before swallowing it whole. Then she waved a mischievous goodbye to her lover and tiptoed from the room with her clothes in hand.
The door shut behind her, leaving Jared and Amy alone once more. Their breathing was heavy, their bodies sticky with sweat and the smell of sex. Neither spoke for a few moments, their silence thick with tension. Amy lay there, feeling emotionally drained. This wasn't how she imagined her first time being with Beth since college would be. She never expected to feel so used and dirty afterward.
Jared, however, was experiencing something entirely different.
Despite his initial desire to punish Amy, he had lost control and ended up taking out his anger on her. Now, lying on top of her, he felt empty and ashamed. His thoughts kept returning to Beth and how he allowed her to manipulate him. How she got to him in ways no one else ever had.
Amy, meanwhile, felt an odd combination of pain and relief. The sex had been intense and brutal, yet in some perverse way, it had eased her anxiety.
She couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into. She hadn't known what to expect when she agreed to Beth's proposal of a relinquishing control like she had in college, but she certainly hadn't anticipated Jared getting nearly catching them the very first time.
Jared, on the other hand, couldn't comprehend why he had allowed himself to become entangled in such a web of betrayal. He had always prided himself on his ability to maintain control, but tonight, he felt utterly defeated. He still loved his wife deeply, yet he knew he had just caused her pain when he had punished her through sex.
Jared was left with a deep sense of self-loathing, the bitter taste of his own weakness lingering on his tongue. He could hardly believe the path he had taken, allowing himself to be manipulated and played like a puppet on a string.
Amy's gaze traveled over his body, assessing the damage they had done to each other. She couldn't help but think about how naïve she had been. She had never imagined that getting involved with Beth again would lead to this. She had wanted excitement, passion – things she thought were lacking in her marriage.
But the reality was far darker than anything she could have imagined. Beth's influence had led them down a treacherous path, pushing their relationships past the breaking point. Amy felt a mix of dread and exhilaration as she faced the consequences of her actions.
Jared, wracked with guilt and shame, tried to figure out how he had let things spiral so out of control. He had always been confident, in control – until now. This was not how he wanted his life to turn out. He wondered if he would ever regain the trust of his wife.
Was it too late? They both were wondering at the same time. Could they get past the betrayal or would they fall deeper under Beth's dark influence.
As the married couple silently struggled with the inner turmoil of their complex mixture of emotions, Beth stood in their living room deciding what to do next. First thing was to put her clothes back on. Jared had taken her thong, but it was nothing new for her to co commando even in the short leather mini skirt.
She pulled on her shirt, feeling the cool wet fabric against her bare skin. Looking down at herself she realized there was an obvious stain from something across the front of the blouse. Lifting it up, she smell the distinctive musk of Jared's cum she had recently sampled. 'that little shit pervert had been watching us!" She exclaimed. Looking at her skirt she found a similar stain on the black leather. "that fucker's going to pay for this."
As Beth slipped on the soiled clothes to make the walk of shame out the door, her mind was on all the fun she was going to have playing with this man that that he could be a voyeur.
She smiled devilishly thinking about how easily she would manipulated these people and enjoyed it even more because she knew Jared had secretly watching. She reveled in her power, knowing full well that she had completely ruined their relationship. She couldn't wait to see how much further she could push them, especially Amy, towards complete submission and sexual depravity.