Cuckold's Voyeur Road (Book 3 of The One Less Traveled )

by J. C. Wittol

  She’ll stop him. I know she will.

  Like a horrible, never-ending song, his hands continued their ascent, now at bottoms of her breasts; they lingered for a moment before covering her beautiful breasts. I counted the seconds, but stopped at ten because it was too painful. Finally, she lowered her hands and turned to face him. She wiggled her finger in his face, but her expression was playful, not angry. A casual shrug lifted his shoulders and she laughed and put her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his chest, while keeping her body against him as the music played on. They slow danced together until the music ended.

  Finally!

  Relief filled my body, and I took another sip of bourbon, but almost spit it out. My wife stood on her toes and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. She may have meant it as a quick, thank you kiss, but it lingered and quickly turned passionate. After a ton of more painful seconds, they broke and stared at each other. She leaned up and whispered something in his ear and he nodded. They smiled at each other and hugged, before heading for the stairs. .

  “I thought you were leaving?”

  The bartender’s voice broke me out of my hypnosis.

  “Yeah. Sorry.”

  I took a deep breath and started to get off the barstool, but she reached out and touched my arm lightly. “Hey. You can stay. It’s okay.”

  Unfortunately, the spell had been broken and now I felt embarrassed. Blood rushed to my face and sweat broke out along my brow. The club was dark, so I didn’t think the bartender noticed, but she could see I wasn’t comfortable anymore.

  She gave me a smile and nodded. “Drive safely.”

  I nodded back to her and made my way out of the club. The walk back to my car seemed to last forever. My mind replayed the video of my wife dancing with that man in my head. It was hot, sexy, sultry, and dangerously exciting.

  It also hurt.

  Who was he and why was she so comfortable with him? The kiss they shared at the end surprised both of them, but I was certain they both wanted more.

  Did she want to date more than one guy?

  Holy shit! Who was this woman?

  My car finally came into view and I slid inside. I took several deep breaths and then started the engine, my hands held the steering wheel tightly as I tried unsuccessfully to focus. My cock strained hard against my pants as visions of my wife’s tits being manhandled forced themselves into my brain.

  Self-control evaporated.

  I glanced around and then snatched some tissues from the box I kept in the car. Seconds later, my cock was free. I stroked hard and fast, recklessly driving my body towards a desperately needed orgasm. A loud groan echoed in the car as I felt myself spurt into the tissues. I gritted my teeth and bucked my hips a few times as the orgasm boiled through my system.

  So fucking erotic!

  My forehead rested against the steering wheel as my chest heaved and my breathing turned from ragged to simply heavy. I replaced my junk, zipped up and stuffed the crumpled tissues into my pocked. Another quick scan of the parking lot revealed no one around. Thankfully, I wasn’t seen jacking off in my car, so I backed out of my parking space and drove home.

  Embarrassment decided to hitch a ride with me.

  I slammed my fist into the passenger seat repeatedly as I drove home. Frustration and humiliation flowed through me and I swore, cursed and shouted as I drove. Being a cuckold husband was much harder than I anticipated.

  The emotional, lustful high of seeing my wife with another man, matched perfectly with the terrible emotional low after I finally orgasmed. Angst and anguish warred with lust and desire each time I saw Nicole now, each one gaining and losing ground depending up on the situation. I was completely unprepared for the strength of these emotions.

  They controlled me rather than the other way around.

  The sitter smiled at me, collected her cash, and went home. I slipped off my clothes and dropped them in the hamper. Conflicted, satisfied, and worried, the last thing I remember before sleep claimed me, was staring at the ceiling and wondering.

  How does this end?

  Chapter Ten

  Nicole’s sleeping form didn’t move when my alarm clock went off. A smile washed across my face as I shuffled across the cool wood floors towards the bathroom. My wife came home last night. Whatever else happened didn’t matter. As long as I had her in my life, I felt I could handle anything. I kissed her head softly before closing the door to the bathroom, and starting the shower.

  There was nothing better than a hot, almost scalding shower. I buried my head under the spray and enjoyed the visceral pleasure. My brain started to replay the video from last night, but I shut it down quickly and focused on work. We were getting close to the final presentations and we were having meetings almost every day. The pressure on my team and me felt intense. Senior managers kept popping in and asking for updates. The decision makers were also calling to discuss various aspects of our products and frequently I had to drop everything and attend a short-notice teleconference.

  Mentally I made a list of must-do items, another list of hopefully-can-do items and hoped that I’d find time for both. Sure, there were things I could delegate, but I could handle them just as quickly and easily. My mind kicked into high gear as I finished dressing, and I gave Nicole another quick peck on the cheek as I breezed out of the bedroom. She was still sound asleep, so I made a mental note to stop by her section and let her supervisor know she wouldn’t be in today.

  Time for some muscle!

  The engine started right up and purred nicely, as I backed out of our driveway. I turned the radio up, and bobbed my head in time with the eighties glam rock that blared over the speakers. My classic mustang needed some exercise, so that’s what I was driving today. I loved this car. It had many memories buried inside. Good memories, solid memories, and after last night it felt perfect.

  Leaving early had its benefits, like light traffic, and I had time to reflect. Last night replayed itself in my mind and I had to admit that it had been fun. Yes, I just sat at the bar and ogled gorgeous women, including the bartender, but it was still fun. I was initially surprised to see Nicole dancing with someone I didn’t know, but that passed quickly as I thought about it more. Obviously, Collin had his own social circle and Nicole loved to dance, so I should have anticipated that she would dance with other people. Now the kiss she shared was a concern, but it appeared to end right there, so I wasn’t too upset. Actually, the memory of that kiss excited me more than it upset me.

  The conversation Collin and I had also made a pit stop in my brain. Grudgingly, I admitted that if this was going to continue, I had to get more comfortable with Collin and Nicole as a couple. It was unrealistic of me to expect them to clear everything with me first. Establishing firm boundaries was probably a better approach and anything outside the boundaries was off limits. There was still no fucking way I was going to wear the chastity device and let Collin have the only keys. A cuck husband I may be, but I wasn’t a complete idiot.

  The mustang pulled into great spot in the parking garage and I walked into the building. Nicole’s section was on the other side of the building, so I dropped my things on my desk and booted up my computer. A coffee shop was on the way and I filled up on some seriously good coffee.

  “Hey, Nick,” Nicole’s supervisor greeted me with a smile. “How’s it going?”

  “Great. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that Nicole wasn’t feeling well and she probably won’t make it in today.”

  “Ahh. Sorry to hear that. Y’know you could have just called or emailed me.”

  I shrugged. “I know, but I needed the exercise and I haven’t had a chance to say hi in a while.”

  We chatted for a while about family, kids and work, the usual stuff that occupies people’s lives. Nicole’s boss was cool and we’d worked together for a short time. I knew her husband as well. They were good folks. The trek back to my section didn’t take long and my boss wasn’t in yet, so I was able to get a good
start on the day. The team was almost finished with the most probable ‘what if’ scenario’s and they looked good. We had just over a week before the final presentation and I was feeling confident. I started on some of the must-do items.

  “Nick!”

  A voice intruded on my concentration. It was Mike, one of my newer team members.

  “Huh?” I looked over my shoulder. “Sorry. What’s up?”

  “Dude, you have a Jedi Master ability to concentrate.” He laughed and I made a very Jedi Master Hand movement. “I’m taking off, just wanted to say good bye. Things are looking good.”

  “I agree. Good night.”

  He waved and disappeared down the hallway. I turned back to my computer and realized it was past 6pm. Holy shit, where did the day go? I decided to follow Mike’s example and stop for the day. I checked my phone and realized the battery was dead. Nicole hadn’t called on the business line, so I figured everything was okay at home. I felt bad about not checking in with her, but work just got in the way.

  “Daaaaad!!!!”

  The girls greeted me with a shout and hugs. There is no better way to enter the house than to have your kids give you a hug.

  “Hey, girls. How was your day? What did you have for dinner?”

  “Great and we had leftovers for dinner.”

  Jasmine answered. April nodded and squeezed me one more time, before running back to the TV.

  “Leftovers huh? Wasn’t mom home today?”

  “Yes, for the morning anyway, she was out running errands for most of the afternoon and got home a bit late. She said she has to go out again tonight too. So I made leftovers for me and April.”

  Jasmine reached up and kissed my cheek before heading back up to her room. I set my briefcase down and grabbed a beer. Leftovers didn’t make sense, especially if Nicole had been home all day. What errands did she have to run?

  Nicole stood in front of the mirror finishing her makeup when I entered. The sexy scent of her perfume reached me as I stopped to enjoy the view. She wore thigh-high hose again, no panties and no bra. Her hair looked amazing. It cascaded over her shoulders, a river of dark brown with light auburn highlights. The high-heels emphasized her legs I would have called them fuck-me pumps if they hadn’t looked so damn expensive.

  “Hey, honey,” she said into the mirror.

  “Hi.” I walked into the closet. “I understand you had a busy day today.”

  “I did,” she replied lightly. “Thank you for speaking with my supervisor.” I nodded to her. “I called her and let her know that I wasn’t feeling well and she told me you already stopped by, so thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” I slipped on my cargo shorts and a t-shirt. “What time did you get in last night?”

  “I think it was around 4 am,” she said.

  “Wow and you’re going out again tonight?”

  Her eyes narrowed and her reflection glared daggers at me. If looks could kill, I’m sure I would have shattered.

  “Nicole,” I said and held up my hands. “I’m not trying to start a fight. I was honestly just surprised. That’s all.”

  “Yes. I’m going out again tonight, but I don’t expect it to be as late.” She put down her makeup and walked past me into the closet. “I’m going out with Collin on Friday night as well.”

  “I see.”

  It seemed the only safe thing to say.

  “Collin talked to you about this week and you agreed. Right?”

  “Yes. I did.” I sighed and sat on end of the bathtub. Watching her felt too painful; I needed distance. “Did you tell the girls?”

  “Sort of.”

  She walked out of our closet wearing a dress that caused my mouth to drool. It draped over her shoulders and fit tightly around her waist and legs. Emerald green in color, I couldn’t begin to identify the fabric. A plunging neckline exposed a generous amount of inviting cleavage, and the green material framed her breasts perfectly. A grin slid over her face as she saw my reaction.

  “Hey,” she said and waved her hands in an upward motion. “My eyes are up here.”

  I shook my head. “Sorry, baby. That’s just a beautiful dress.”

  “Thanks. I’m hoping for a similar reaction from my boyfriend,” she told me as she slipped on some earrings and a necklace. “Anyway, I told the girls I was going out with friends this week.”

  “Okay.”

  As I watched her make some final touches, I did notice the James Avery ring on her finger. I felt better about the whole situation. She enjoyed this new relationship, but for me, the Nicole wearing the ring meant she hadn’t forgotten her family.

  “I’m ready to go. Will you check and see if the girls are out in the living room? I’d rather them not see me in this dress.”

  “Sure.”

  I checked the entire downstairs, and walked back in and nodded to her. She glided out of the bedroom, her hips swaying as she walked. Her lips met my cheek, in a brief, sanitary kiss, and I breathed in her scent.

  Intoxicating.

  She stopped at the door. “I love you.”

  “I love you. Please be safe.”

  She gave me a half-smile and slid out the door.

  Chapter Eleven

  I passed on watching Nicole that night, and again on Thursday night. The episode in the car, where I masturbated, was still on my mind. I didn’t want a repeat performance and seeing Nicole in public tended to drive me over the edge.

  Fortunately, she was in bed next to me when my alarm clock went off Friday morning. I don’t know what time she got in, but she rose at her normal time, so it couldn’t have been too late. I was out the door before she was finished with her shower, so we didn’t get a chance to talk.

  The stress level at work felt unbelievable. My team met each morning for 30 minutes to discuss any new events, ideas or anything that could affect our proposal. I checked in with Brian and we met with the senior managers to provide an update. Everyone seemed comfortable with the work my team had done, and I received several compliments, but the message was clear.

  Win this fucking account!

  My body felt wrecked when the day finally ended. Nicole had dinner ready and I thanked her with a kiss on the cheek. I hadn’t had any affection from her this week, and I started to wonder how long my dry spell would last. She served me dinner and disappeared into the bedroom. I sat down with my girls and enjoyed the meal.

  Jasmine looked over at me. “Dad, what are we doing this weekend?”

  “We don’t have any plans. Why did you want to do something?”

  “I was thinking we could go out to breakfast tomorrow morning. We haven’t done it in a while and it’s always fun. Besides, we haven’t seen much of mom the last few days, so I thought it would be nice.”

  April nodded at me. “Yeah, dad. Can we go to Magnolia Pancake House?”

  I smiled at both of them. “Y’know, that’s a great idea. I’ll speak to mom, but let’s plan on having breakfast tomorrow.”

  “Great.”

  “Awesome.”

  The girls and I did the dishes and then rented an online movie that all of had been dying to see. As the opening credits started rolling, I ducked into the bathroom.

  “Hey, gorgeous. How’s it going?”

  She had her dress on already, but her alluring and flawless back stood exposed. The unzipped her dress revealed the sexy curve of her body and my eyes followed it down where it stopped, just above her ass. Her skin was flawless. I barely resisted the urge to run lips and tongue over her naked flesh.

  “Nick, will you zip me up?

  She stared at me through the reflection in the mirror, no smile on her face.

  “Sure, baby.”

  I stepped forward and ran the zipper slowly upward to her neck. I ran my hands over her shoulders, down her sides and rested them on her hips. My body pressed against hers. I lowered my lips to her neck and kissed it softly. The softness of her skin felt excruciatingly erotic, and the light scent of vanilla welcomed
itself into my nose. At that moment, I wanted to throw her on the bed, rip off the dress and take her, use her, make her my own.

  “Enough!” She stepped forward abruptly, breaking my fantasy and bringing me crashing back to reality. “I need to leave.”

  “Sorry,” I mumbled.

  She faced me with a serious look on her face, and pushed me back. “You need to control yourself better, my little cuck husband. I’m Collin’s tonight. If you can’t control yourself, I’ll put you back in your cute little plastic prison.”

  “Uhhhhhh.”

  Her eyes traveled down my body, coming to rest on my groin. A positively evil smile had grown on her face, and she patted my junk lightly. “You probably need to be in it anyway. I’ll speak to Collin.”

  My voice left me and I could only swallow. I managed a jerky nod. She dismissed me, took another long look in the mirror, smoothed her dress, and then nodded to herself. .

  “Hey,” I croaked, finally finding my voice. “Before you go, the girls wanted to have breakfast tomorrow. We haven’t done that in a while and I thought it would be fun.”

  She continued to stare in the mirror, turning her body from side to side, and checking details I couldn’t begin to understand. “That does sound fun.”

  “Nicole. I’m serious.”

  “Okay,” she said impatiently. “I get it.”

  She finally stopped admiring herself in the mirror and flashed me an irritated glare. Despite being excited, my temper started to rise. I could see she was excited about going out with Collin, again, but we were discussing our kids! I tried again.

  “We’re planning on leaving early to miss the crowd. Magnolia Pancake House. The girls definitely want you there, so we can have breakfast as a family.” I paused for effect and then emphasized, “They asked for you specifically.”

  She stepped closer and kissed my cheek. “Nick. I’m coming home tonight early and I will be here for breakfast.”