She held it gently as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at it admiringly as if it were something to be worshipped. It was amazing how big and hard it was as she fondled it. This went on for several minutes as her eyes moved between his cock and his eyes.
Then without a word, she turned and crawled up on the bed. Up until that point I had been able to remain in the darkness outside while their attention was focused elsewhere. But my wife’s move onto the bed took me by surprise and I knew I now wouldn’t be able to move without attracting attention. By that point, my cock was aching and I wasn’t sure what to do. What made matters worse, is by moving onto the bed my wife was now down on all fours facing the window and looking directly towards me.
I tried to hide as best I could, but a light from our neighbor’s backyard must have caused a glint in my eye. My wife seemed to notice and peered out the window to see what might be there. As she was turned away from him, he had no idea that she saw anything, and she didn’t react in any way to indicate that she had. When I realized that she noticed something I froze like a deer in headlights and for several seconds remained completely exposed and in view of my wife. My heart skipped when it was clear she noticed. Even though her reaction was subtle, I could tell she had seen something and that she knew it was me. For a moment I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I half expected her to scream and expose me. For a brief second, a thousand different reactions flooded my mind, and I knew I had been caught. What would I say? What could I do? What would Masondo?
But then as quickly as she had noticed me, it was over. She didn’t react in a verbal way or do anything to indicate there might be a problem. She handled it so calmly I wondered if she had seen me at all. But deep down, I knew by the look on her face that she had. Her reaction confused me at first. I don’t know why she didn’t stop him, or at least leave the bedroom. Instead, she continued to go on as if nothing happened and that I wasn’t outside the bedroom window watching.
The only thing I could figure is that she wanted me to watch. She wanted me to watch her get fucked by a real man. She wanted me to see what she had been missing all these years with me.
I don’t think I moved a muscle for the next fifteen minutes except for the gentle movement of my right hand rubbing my hard cock. I watched as Mason climbed up on the bed behind my wife. He toyed with her again, refusing to slide his cock inside her. Just like before he made her beg for it. I watched as he placed his hands on her hips and slowly moved his hard cock up and down the length of her crack. Her body lurched back, desperately wanting to feel his cock inside her.
“Fuck me, fuck me, please,” she begged.
Now that she was turned toward me and I could clearly see her, the intensity on her face was striking. It was obvious she longed for his cock inside her. What made it even more intense was the way she was begging for another man’s cock knowing her husband was just outside the window watching. She clearly didn’t care that I could see. All she wanted was his big, thick cock.
“I love your big cock,” she cooed, “it feels so good inside me.”
With those words he slipped the tip of his cock inside her tight pussy. I watched as her eyes closed tightly when he stretched her.
“You’re so much bigger than my husband,” she gasped.