Sydney's Sin (A Xmas Wife Watching Fantasy)

by Kirsten McCurran

  Nick touched her cheek and she pushed his hand away, but only the first time. He leaned closer, she shook her head and tried to turn away. But he forced her to turn back. Anger flared inside me that he felt he would lay hands on my wife. But Sydney didn't pull away, signaling it was okay. She was allowing him to be forward with her. He must have seen that she wanted his hands on her. The jealousy in me grew, along with my cock. They spoke in hushed tones, and then kissed.

  The blood in my veins turned to ice. I could barely see her behind him, but then she held his back. She was in his arms. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see that kiss, but I feared if I did my heart would stop. The kiss was perhaps a minute or two. An eternity for me. It appeared that Sydney stopped it again. Her face appeared around his shoulder and she saw me.

  Sydney's eyes widened, and then her expression hardened. She pulled Nick down to kiss her. I staggered against the wall. She was thinking she could not go through with it, but then saw me watching and it firmed her resolve. Whatever happened next was assuredly my fault. Nick turned the doorknob and they slipped into the bedroom where Sydney and I sat just a half hour ago planning this. Events had come full circle.

  The wood-paneled wall against my back was the only thing keeping me on my feet. I panted and realized I was on the verge of a panic attack. All I could think was What have I done? It was folly to send my wife off with another man—especially one as handsome and fit as Nick. A guy like Nick had probably been with a lot of women and knew what he was doing. He was confident enough. Would returning to her husband be a letdown for Sydney after being with Nick? Any sane man would storm down that hallway and put a stop to this right now. And yet, I couldn't. This was happening because I wanted it, and that hadn't changed. The thought of my wife being with another man was a rush like no other. I don't think I knew how strong the fantasy was until I'd spoken it tonight.

  My brain filled with images of what was happening in that bedroom. Had Nick taken her right to the bed or did he undress her first? I thought about her thigh highs and garter belt. I knew he would like those. Maybe Sydney was undressing for him at that very moment. She likes to put on a show for me sometimes. Showing off for her younger lover would excite her even more, I'm sure. I needed to know what they were doing.

  No planning went into this, so I hadn't thought about what I would do while Sydney was off with Nick. I couldn't just sit back and wait for her to find me after the fact and tell me what happened. Waiting was killing me already, and it had only been a couple minutes. I had to know what was going on in that room! It was hard to concentrate with all those crazy thoughts buzzing around in my head, but I closed my eyes and thought. There had to be a way to peek in on the action.

  I wound my way back through the corridors until I found the big kitchen at the back of the house. Servers, hired for the evening, hurried around me without taking notice, and I slipped out the back door. One of the prettiest features of the boss's old Victorian mansion was the wraparound porch. All the smokers congregated in front, chatting and drinking under the festive Christmas lights. But the sides were dark, partially obscured by high bushes and shrubs. If I could make my way around the porch and find the right window, perhaps I could watch.

  I tripped once, and nearly twisted my ankle in the dark. Stumbling, I slammed my thigh into an old, unyielding wrought-iron rocker, which creaked loudly in the night. I paused, but there was no reaction to the racket. I proceeded with more caution.

  Most of the first floor windows at the back of the house were dark, and I hoped they weren't in one of those rooms. Sydney could have turned out the lights when they went into the bedroom. If she had, I would pass them by. The first window with a bright light was a bathroom, and I had to duck quickly past to avoid being seen. The guy pissing in the bowl was looking toward the window when I went by. The next lit window I came to emanated a soft glow, and I crouched down, peering just around the edge. I seemed to remember lace curtains hanging in the window of the bedroom, but then wouldn't all the curtains match? I saw movement. The room was occupied. But I had to scrabble over to the thin gap between the curtains to really see anything.

  They weren't on the bed yet. Sydney was in his arms, kissing him passionately. Her body pressed into his, and his hands were all over her perfect, round ass, honed by hours of yoga. Not an ounce of resistance remained in her body. Her sweater was on the floor by their feet. The Tiffany lamp on the night table was to Nick's back, casting their faces in shadow as they kissed, but I could tell my wife's mouth was completely open to him. She looked so small against him, just as I thought she would. She had a hand behind his head, and she used it to make him stoop even lower. That brought his neck in range, and Sydney's lips glided to it. She's got great lips, and by the way he stiffened, I could tell her kisses on Nick's neck had the same effect on him they always have on me. He had to be as hard as I was, and I was aching. Seeing her do something to him that I love so much was a razor to my gut, but my cock throbbed.

  The night was freezing and my teeth chattered when I first stepped outside, but fire coursed through my body now. I gripped the windowsill with aching fingers unaware of how tightly I held on. Nick held her head in both hands, stroking her soft brown hair as she kissed and sucked his neck. I wanted to feel her lips so badly just then, but I'd given them to someone else, hadn't I?

  Nick pulled at the knot that was holding her wrap dress closed, and Sydney covered his hand with hers. As much as I wanted this, my heart leapt when I saw her stop him. I guess part of me wanted her not to go through with it. But he kissed her again, she sagged under his fire, and her hand dropped away. The knot yielded and her dress fell open. Sydney stepped back from him, but I wasn't under the illusion she was stopping him this time. She playfully pushed him toward the bed and followed. He sat on the edge and she pulled her dress open. The thin silk flowed over her body and puddled on the floor. I could guess Nick's reaction by the familiar, crooked grin on Sydney's lips. She had presented herself to him and he liked what he saw.

  Sydney was the embodiment of sex in matching red lace bra, thong and garter belt. Only her nude thigh highs and black heels broke the Christmas color. The bra was lightly padded and pushed her small, firm breasts together to create a nice valley of cleavage. Nick reached for her and she stepped between his legs, pressing his face against her chest. The old, thin-paned window didn't block me from hearing her moan when his lips touched her flesh. Her fingers clenched in his thick, sandy hair. He reached around her back and then tossed her bra on the floor. Nick wasn't wasting any time. It was frustrating to be stuck with looking through the window. In my mind’s eye, I could move all around the bedroom and see everything, like I was watching a movie. Reality wasn't nearly as fulfilling. Sydney held the back of his head and pressed his face to her chest, while Nick clearly kissed and sucked on her nipples. The moans I heard through the thin glass did not surprise me. She is blessed with extraordinarily sensitive nipples. When I tease those puffy, pale pink tips she loses her mind. I can have her soaked without even touching her pussy. It was so strange to see her react that way to another man's touch. Why did seeing another man driving my wife crazy make me so hard?

  Sydney moaned his name and pulled him back up for a kiss. Nick lifted her by the butt and they both fell back flat on the bed, which creaked under their weight. He massaged her ass like he couldn't get enough of it. My heart thudded in my chest. Now that they were on the bed, and Sydney was half-naked, it felt much more dangerous. They rolled so Nick was on top of her.

  Nick teased her by kissing and then pulling back. She hates to be teased. She leaned forward and their tongues fought before he kissed her again. Sydney flicked the buttons on his shirt open rapidly as she could. He kissed her neck and she arched her back from the bed just as she smoothed her hands over his bare, muscular chest. I keep myself in pretty good shape, but Nick looked like he spent serious time in the gym. My wife has always said she's not into really built guys, but it looked like she was enjoying N
ick. She seemed to admire his chest like a work of art. Seeing her ardor for him made my cock surge in my pants. Without thinking, I dropped a hand and started rubbing myself through my pants.

  I heard Nick speaking to Sydney, but couldn’t make out the words. I thought I heard him say stockings, so maybe he was telling her how hot her lingerie was. He said something else and I heard her musical laugh. They were sharing an intimate moment, and it made me burn. Nick shed his shirt completely and lay on top of Sydney again. She attacked him with a kiss.

  The couple in the bedroom seemed content to just make out for a while and my fear subsided. Perhaps they wouldn’t go any further. Watching my wife so ardently kissing another man scrambled my brain. I guess in my fantasy I saw her as more of a reluctant participant. I saw her being seduced. But Sydney clearly wanted this as much as Nick did. My heart sank even as my cock rose.

  Nick scrabbled down her body again, taking a lot of time with her breasts. She hung her head back, and thank god her eyes were closed or she may have seen me lurking outside that window. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. He knew exactly how to touch her. Sydney bit her bottom lip, but then gasped and cried out. That cry echoed in my head. Once he had her squirming and moaning, Nick moved lower, kissing down her stomach until he was kneeling on the floor between her spread legs. A quick yank brought her butt to the edge of the bed, and he rolled the thong down her legs. My wife was totally exposed to him!

  They were speaking again and I held my breath and kept perfectly still, straining with my entire body to hear what was being said. I caught snippets of their conversation.

  “I wouldn’t have thought…shaved…” Nick said. He caressed her thighs and leaned forward to kiss her flat stomach.

  “I’m usually not.” Sydney’s voice carried better. She was loud and clear.

  My wife did not keep herself shaved. Was this something she had planned for me tonight? I’m always after her to go bare, but she insists it’s too much trouble. It sounded like she’d done it as a surprise to go with her sexy lingerie. I felt like a fool. Sydney had made all these preparations for a special night with me, and here I’d just handed her off to another man. Nick was enjoying everything that was meant for me. Again, I had to fight down the urge to bang on that window and tell her to stop, to leave with me. I’m ashamed to admit that it wasn’t only the desire to watch my wife with Nick that stopped me. I didn’t want him to know that I knew anything about this. He couldn’t know that I’d wanted this to happen. I knew how I’d look in his eyes. I could just imagine the sneer on his face. The ugly word rang through my mind. Cuckold.

  Once my shock subsided, I returned my attention to the bedroom and saw Nick kissing Sydney’s thighs. This was definitely further than I thought it would go. The only direction I’d given my wife was to not fuck him, but I thought it would just be some kissing and touching, maybe he would finger her. They wanted more than that. I wondered if Sydney wanted to stop things at all.

  "Nick!" Sydney cried, throwing her head back again so I could see her face twisted by desire. She had one hand on the back of his head, and the other grasped at the comforter beneath them.

  Sydney's mouth open and closed, but only stuttered moans escaped, no words. Looking down her body, the position of Nick's face between her legs left no doubt that he was going down on her. Of course I wondered if he did it better than I did. I tried to judge by her moans. She's not ordinarily a shouter, but she is very vocal with her moans in bed. And based on the way she writhed and moaned on the bed, Nick had to be pretty damned good. Her legs were over his shoulders and her heels dug into his back. His hands covered her breasts and she gasped when he pinched those delicate nipples and pulled on them. The window muffled the sounds of my wife's passion, but did not block it. I wasn't sure if I was thankful for that or not.

  I loved watching Sydney's face while Nick ate her, but she robbed me of that when she looked down at him. She must have wanted to watch. She propped up on one elbow and tightened her fingers in his hair. I couldn't see much now, but hearing her cries and seeing her body move was enough. I had to stop touching my cock or else I was going to make a mess in my pants. It was almost too late when I heard Sydney wail as she came. Hearing another man make my wife cum gave me chills.

  It did not end there. I didn't expect it to at this point. Nick rose to his feet and dropped his pants and boxers. By the time Sydney sat up on the bed, his swollen cock pointed at her accusingly. I was glad that her head blocked my view of his shaft, because he was quite large. Larger than me for sure. My wife reached for him and I could tell by how her head moved she was kissing his cock. I wanted to see, but didn't. Just watching Sydney's head moving and seeing the look on his face told me enough, though. I'm no expert, but I've always felt that Sydney is very good with her mouth. By the way her head bobbed, I could tell she had a good rhythm going.

  "Oh fuck, Syd..." Nick moaned. "That's fuckin' good." How much of his cock did she swallow?

  Nick stroked her hair and held the back of her head, but he let her keep her own pace. I could just hear his groans through the window, and I was perversely proud that my wife was so adept at getting him off. Maybe it was because I knew at the end of this she would still be mine and he would only have this small sample of her skills. She started sucking faster, and it looked like she was going deeper. I wished I could have seen if she was swallowing that whole monster. Nick kept moaning her name, and he moved his hips to work his cock into Sydney’s mouth. It looked like she was ready to let him cum in her mouth. Just the thought of that made my cock surge.

  I was rubbing myself again—ready to see Nick get off in my wife’s mouth—when he pulled her head back. I was confused. Didn’t he want to finish—or maybe he was going to try to finish on her face. I couldn’t see Sydney letting him do that. But he did neither. Instead, he bent to kiss her, while easily lifting her petite body and tossing her back on the bed. They only stopped kissing briefly, and then he joined her on the bed.

  Sydney looked so hot lying on the bed in her garter belt and stockings, while Nick enjoyed her body. Now I could see everything perfectly. I was so excited it didn’t dawn on me to be worried about their position on the bed. She seemed to love touching his muscular chest, but then her hand gravitated straight to his cock, still slick from her mouth. Nick’s hands were everywhere. He pinched and teased her nipples until she moaned into their kiss. But when he focused lower, she went crazy. His two fingers pushed into her pussy so easily I knew she had to be soaked. He slowly fingered her and Sydney broke their kiss to bury her face in his shoulder. It hardly muffled her moans. Nick was in complete control of my wife’s body.

  “Oh Nick,” Sydney gasped, pushing her pussy at his fingers. Her nails dug into his bicep. Her other hand grasped his cock even harder.

  It looked like he was going to have Sydney cumming again, but then he slowed his fingers, and he must have whispered something in her ear, because she was shaking her head. Nick thrust his fingers hard into her pussy again, and even as she shook her head, she cried out. She bit her lip, but couldn’t control her passionate moans. Nick kept teasing her pussy and the shaking of her head grew weaker and weaker.

  I stopped rubbing my cock. I knew what Nick was doing. He was telling my wife they should fuck. She struggled to resist. I know she wanted to honor our agreement. But I could tell by her body language that Sydney had trouble resisting. I could see that she wanted Nick. She wanted to fuck him—no matter what she’d told me. I prayed she would stay strong. I did not want her to give herself to Nick totally. I was torn apart. I knew if I didn’t intervene she was going to give in. And yet…I stayed silent outside the window. I did nothing while Nick convinced my wife to fuck him.

  Sydney closed her eyes and released his prick. She lay there passively as Nick moved on top of her. Nick whispered something and she opened her eyes. I saw the conflict on her face, but it was replaced by need when his cockhead brushed her lips. Her legs opened wider. She stared right into his
eyes and nodded. Right up until the last minute I murmured under my breath, “Dontdoitdontdoitdontdoit.”

  Nick speared my wife with his cock and her mouth dropped open in a wordless cry. He buried that entire monster inside her with one stroke. Her eyes stayed fixed on his as he started to slowly rock his prick in and out of her. I was motionless except for my heart thudding in my ears. I was utterly defeated. This was not what I wanted, but it was my fault. I set this in motion. Did I really expect Sydney to play around with Nick and not have it end here? How naïve was I? Of course he would try to fuck her, and I knew she found him attractive. I should have known she would want it. No, I couldn’t blame her. This was all my fault.

  Sydney shouted his name when he lifted her right leg over his shoulder and really started giving it to her. Her yoga flexibility was coming in handy. In this new position, he drilled her deep, and Sydney gasped as he filled her more than I ever could. Nick wasn’t holding anything back as he fucked my wife. And despite my shame and anger, it was too hot for me to resist. I pushed my hand into my pants and stroked my cock. Now that we were here, I wanted to see Nick fuck Sydney. I wanted him to make her scream.

  “Yes! Yes! Nick! YESYESYES!” Sydney shouted. I hadn’t heard her that fired up in a long time. If anyone came down that hallway, they’d know someone was misbehaving. I had to hope no one would recognize her voice.

  Nick grunted something to her, but I couldn’t hear it over her moans.

  Sydney clawed at his arms and he lifted her other leg over his shoulder. Instead of leaning in and folding her in half, he sat back and cradled her perfect ass in both hands, while her high heels rested up by his ears. Her breasts bobbed pleasingly as Nick drove inside her. He pulled her legs apart so they formed a wide V and pulled her to his cock. She wailed his name and I knew she was cumming again. I know what that look on her face means. He was fucking my wife like a porn star and she loved every second of it.