And then the door opened in John's apartment.
I heard Anna's voice.
In the hours that had preceded this moment I had created a neat pile on a chair, so that I could rest on my knees fairly comfortably to watch through the hole. I had practiced getting up and down without making any noise. I looked up, now, at the light pouring through the hole, and for a second everything seemed utterly ridiculous.
I should go, I remember thinking. Up the stairs, out the door, to John's entrance. I should bang on the door, let Anna know I wanted her to stop.
I should want my wife to stop, right?
Instead, I sat in the dark, listening to them in the apartment. The talking quieted down, and I knew they were kissing.
I did a strange thing, and sat there, staring into the dark and just listening for a few minutes. I'm not sure why. Maybe I wasn't ready to actually see what was happening. Maybe I had second thoughts. Maybe I didn't want to be disappointed by something.
Whatever it was, I listened to the sounds of two lovers moving around in a bedroom, finding their way to the bed. My heart was slamming against my chest, and I felt a heightened sense of everything: the dark, every muffled sound, the smack of their lips together. I could almost feel Anna's mouth on my mouth, or see her lips on John's lips, just from what I could hear. I was frozen in place by a cold, numbing liquid that was coursing through my veins.
Then I slowly crept up on my knees, as I had practiced, and looked through the hole.
Was this actually happening?
I pinched myself, underneath my arm where it hurts the most. I gritted my teeth as the pain came a few seconds later, in a grating wave. No one would pinch himself like that in a dream.
This was really my wife, and she was fucking another man to please me.
John had his big, dark head between her legs already. Anna was splayed out on the bed, still partially clothed. They had made a lot of progress in the time I had spent on the chair, hesitating.
I couldn't wait to make her tell me all about what I couldn’t see: was he rubbing his lips over her thighs, tickling her with his late-evening bristle? How was he different than me? How did he feel against the outer petals of her vulva, while his tongue rubbed her? Did he go inside of her to taste her nectar?
My cock was throbbing by that point. I had never had an orgasm while I was awake without at least touching something. But I felt like I might just ejaculate all over my pants, right now.
I heard Anna moan. It did not seem fake, though what could I know? I wasn't even really certain I knew my wife at all anymore.
John placed his big hands on her thighs, and pushed them open further. Now he was right in the sweet spot, and I closed my eyes because I could barely stand looking at it. I was sure I could smell Anna through the wall somehow. My mind was playing tricks on me, drawing me into the room where they were. I felt like I could hear Anna's breath, though it couldn't be true. I even felt like I could taste her in my mouth.
I pinched myself again.
Anna twisted underneath John's bulk. I wondered what he was doing. I only had a view of his huge, bare back, and his head buried between Anna's long, toffee-colored thighs.
His head began bobbing up and down as he put the final touches on his pussy-licking, and Anna's legs wobbled and swung wildly as she tossed her hair around on the pillow and screamed and moaned.
“Oh, baby, yes, right there!”
In spite of how serious all of this was for me, and in spite of the ache in my groin, I had to stifle a laugh for Anna's private joke for me.
Because Anna would never, ever, call anyone “baby.” It was a pet peeve of hers.
Aside from being absurdly funny, it was also a signal to me, and the warmth of it spread all over my body. Anna was still mine, even if John was making her come at this moment. Anna was still making jokes for me, and doing what she was doing because I had asked her to.
It had been a deliberate choice to leave my pants buckled, because I hadn't wanted to jerk off while I watched this first time, and after all the teasing that Anna had subjected me to up until now, I didn't trust myself to last if my dick was in easy reach.
I wanted to wait until she same home, and then take her myself. I wanted to feel my cock inside of her stretched pussy, full of another man's cum.
Anna's screams crescendoed, and she screeched and hollered about how much she loved it, whatever it was, whatever John was doing to her. She moaned and gasped and clawed at the sheets.
It could have been an act, but it was driving me wild either way.
I noticed that her legs were shaking, with the kind of jittery motion that simply couldn't be faked. Anna might be mine, but John was certainly pleasing her in a very real way.
A stab of something like jealousy went through me.
But I liked it. I liked the danger of it.
I liked the ambiguity of it. Was she acting for me? Or was she acting for him? Was she acting at all? Maybe he was just so good, he was actually driving her that crazy.
She lifted her head and clutched at his thick, black neck as she came. She pushed his face into her pussy, and I wondered where his mouth was – inside of her? How wet she was; what she tasted like tonight.
And then she let her head fall backward, so she could look in the direction of the hole (she missed) and she smiled. A smile for me.
Wasn't it?
“Oh fuck,” she said, and I could hear her very clearly. “That's so good, that's so good...oh god, you're so good, that feels so good, I'm going to come, oh my god!”
And she did. I could tell it was real.
John finished her off like a pro, making her gasp and begin to shudder. She tried to push him away, but he kept going, just to make her scream a little. I watched her writhe in his hands, unable to escape his clutch, the pleasure too intense as he pushed her past her limits.
Then he rose from the bed, standing up to his full, enormous height.
This had been pleasant to watch, but it was nowhere near the depravity I had hoped to see. I was glad to see a mildly crazed look in John's eye: he still had plans for Anna.
He was still wearing the pants of his suit, and he stood looking down at Anna as he slid the belt off, and unzipped them. His mouth was moving, but his voice was deep and low, and I couldn't hear what he was saying. My ears were ringing with all the sexual energy I had pushed down inside me.
But his face conveyed that he had given her a command.
Anna, for her part, had flipped over in a sexy, cat-like move. She turned her round bottom toward him, and pushed it up into the air.
Then she winked in my general direction (again, missing terribly, but these were confusing times) and really turned it on.
She kicked her feet up from the edge of the bed playfully. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at John. She was smiling and opening her mouth and licking her lips.
I looked at my wife, acting like a trashy porn star. Her heels were still on and she looked like such a slutty, whoreish imp. Anna did a lot of dirty things, but she never did them with quite this same...act.
I wanted not to be attracted to it. I never watched porn in which girls acted like this because I found it so cliched.
But something about Anna doing it, and the fact that it was so outside her normal behavior, was acting to turn me on even more. Even though it didn't seem possible. Here was was my wife, acting like a dirty little wannabe slut from a Girls Gone Wild video.
The suit-pants dropped to the floor.
John's thighs were large and muscled, which was only to be expected, but now that I had a full view of them, they were quite impressive. My eyes went immediately to his boxers (silk), and the bulge that was disfiguring their smooth appearance.
John slid the boxers from his hips, disentangling his cock as they caught on him on the way down.
Now here was the thing we could not control. It would have been such a letdown if he had been even an average-sized man.
But we were not disappointed. I wasn't, and I could not fathom how Anna could have been.
His cock was rock solid. A big, long, thick member, dark black and veined, at attention in front of him.
I sucked in my breath. He was just inches from Anna's waiting pussy, which she was now twisting around seductively in front of him.
Her eyes were surely focused on his cock. I imagined her widening them and licking her lips appreciatively. She pushed herself up on one hand up a little, arching back with her other hand to reach back and grasp his hard flesh in her palm.
When she found him she smiled devilishly. “Oh,” she exclaimed. “Oh, it's too big!”
It was theatrical, but believable. Especially if you were John, especially if you were about to get a piece of sweet Anna for the first time.
John said something else, and again it was so low I couldn't make it out. I didn't care. I just watched Anna's hand, sliding up and down his thick shaft. She turned herself around again.
“Oh, you want some of that?” he said.
I heard that.
Was she really going to suck John's whole cock? I began to tremble in anticipation as it became clear that was what the plan was. John was holding himself up for her, she was moving closer to him...I looked at his member again, really focusing on the size of it.
It was so big, it would fill her up to up her chest. All the way down her throat, stuffing her right to her collarbone.
I looked at Anna, who seemed small and pale in front of John's dark and muscled frame. She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, holding his cock in her hands. Rubbing him gently. I had trouble seeing her hands, and my eyes were starting to ache from the strain of the attempt.
Her uncanny ability to read my mind must have set in, because at that moment, Anna twisted herself, scooting to one side, so that I could see better as she went in for John's cock with her wet mouth.
Such a pro.
I sucked in my breath as she extended her tongue and licked at the tip of his dark and formidable cock.
I watched, and electric satisfaction rippled through me as John reached out and placed his hand on the back of her head. He gently, but firmly, pushed her mouth down onto his entire dick.
Anna opened up. Her lips encircled his meaty cock, and stretched to accommodate him. She kept going.
My eyes were wide with disbelief as his cock just kept disappearing into her mouth. All the way, into her cheeks, and into her throat. It was so big that when it filled her throat I could actually see it travel down her neck in a bulge.
“That's it. You can do it,” he coached, in his baritone voice.
Oh yes, please do it, Anna. All the way.
Anna suddenly pulled her head back, and gasped for breath. A sinking feeling twisted inside of me. His cock was too big for her to swallow in its entirety. I couldn't fault her, but I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
She hesitated only a moment, though, before she tried again.
This time she went all the way to the base, and her strained lips pressed up against John's dark and hairy balls.
He must have been practically suffocating her. As she had passed the top of his dick, I could hear labored breathing through her nose, but now there was no way for her to breathe.
It was an act of submission and humiliation, and she was doing it because she knew it was what I wanted to see.
John palmed her head in his giant hand, and began to move her back and forth over his cock. He looked down as my wife sucked her hardest and her best at his thick, black slab. She got it so wet, so sticky with her throat, that I could hear it even through the walls.
I could see John's hard abdomen straining with an approaching orgasm, and I licked my lips and practically clawed at the wall. I repositioned my eye so that I wouldn't miss the details of Anna swallowing his cum, or of him splattering it all over her face. Exactly as I had imagined on so many nights before this, and now it was almost real….
But Anna pulled away, John's cock sliding from her mouth one inch at a time. She looked up at him. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
She turned on the bed, and returned to the position she had been in earlier. Now her face was toward the wall where I was watching, and I would have a view of her face as John entered her. I knew that her pussy was glistening with sticky juices, and she was ripe and ready for him. Anna knew, though, that I would derive my greatest pleasure from a nice view of her reaction. Of her face as it twisted up in pain and then in pleasure when John entered her.
The tip of his cock was nearing her fleshy ass now, and he reached down to pulled on a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head and her back up against his chest. He really was gigantic man, I could see now; Anna's head barely came up to his pecs. She leaned her hips forward so that she could reach under herself and find his cock with her hand again.
“That's it,” I saw his mouth say, and barely heard the deep rumble of his voice. “That's it little girl. Stroke that cock.”
“It's so big,” Anna gasped, and her eyes moved along the wall to search for where I was looking. “It's too big. I can't take it all!”
What a show. She was gasping and breathing heavy, moving her hips up and down, and that voice. It was as if she had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her ass and was begging for someone to fuck her more, as if she was already having an orgasm. She was breathy and pornographic, and it was not the usual Anna. It was a show that she was putting on for me.
John jerked on her hair and grabbed one of her asscheeks with his enormous hand, pulling her ass towards his cock. Anna continued to complain that it was too big, but her hand guided him to where he could slip himself inside of her.
“Oh God!” Anna screamed, in a low growl, as he began to enter her. Her eyes met mine and I watched the change in her face as he entered her and spread her apart. He was taking his time, and only a few inches of his enormous slab were between her legs already. “Oh!” she squealed. “Oh, it hurts! It's too big for me!”
Her voice was theatrical, but her face betrayed that there was some truth to what she was saying: John's cock was huge, and it was causing enough pain or discomfort that her mouth was trembling with the effort not to frown.
He released her hair and she fell forward, but she made no move to get away. Instead she pushed herself backwards, sliding onto that enormous cock and moaning as she did.
She turned her head and looked back at John, her head tilted downward so I knew she was watching his cock.
John pushed her hair out of the way. “You like that, don't you Anna?”
Now his voice was loud, easy to hear. Anna moaned, oh yes, and started to push herself back and forth, back and forth. She cried and mewled as she did this, biting her lip and saying over and over how big and thick his cock was, and how she just couldn't take any more.
My stomach filled with what felt like a cold liquid. Now it seemed like Anna had forgotten me, forgotten what she was doing here – or rather, what I wanted her to be doing here – and now was caught up in John's cock and all of the pleasure he was giving her. Her head was still turned to watch him moving in and out of her.
Her voice kept delivering every dirty thing she could think of, in a sexy moan. Everything except what she knew I wanted to hear, something that would remind me she was still my Anna. Even if John's cock was so big that:
“Oh! Oh! It's too big! I won't be able to walk tomorrow! Oh, fuck!”
My cock throbbed with every dirty sentence that came out of her mouth. It was all lewd and obscene and terribly good, and it was exactly the kind of thing I wanted to see and hear. But the cool sensation that had begun moments before was threatening to eat me alive if Anna didn't look up at me and wink, or say 'baby,' or give me something to let me know that she hadn't been carried away by John and his giant cock.
For a moment it was like I was outside of this place and this time, and this was not my wife, and I was not hiding behind a wall. It was like I had never met her, and she had j
ust gone on with her life, and this was the man she ended up with, the man she let fuck her, the man she wanted…
Her body was rocking back and forth as John pummeled her. Finally, she turned her head, and her eyes moved over the wall until they rested where I was. Though she couldn't have seen much of anything, she didn't look away.
John was pounding her so hard now that her hair was flying forward and whipping back against her face, sticking to the sweat that covered her. He mouth was open, and she was moaning.
But she was looking at me.
John was suddenly impatient, unable to wait for Anna's moaning movements over his cock. He grabbed her hips and began to pump at her furiously. I ripped my eyes away from Anna's stare to watch what I could see of John's cock where it entered her – sinking into her skin, then out, then in again.
“Fill me up with your hot cum,” Anna murmured, but ever so loudly, just then – as if she were reading my thoughts. “Fill my pussy up with all that hot, hot cum. Baby.”
John began to thrust his huge stick into Anna. He lifted a hand and slapped Anna on the ass, and the smack cracked through the room.
“Ride that cock!” he growled.
Anna complied, gyrating her hips in rhythm with his.
I looked back to her face. She was still smiling that complicit smile, looking right at me.
“Oh, spank me again!” she screamed.
Another slap, and she rolled her eyes in pleasure. She began screaming in breathy pants, in time with the movements of John's cock. “Oh!” she kept squealing.
I felt like this went on for an eternity, the sound seeming to amplify with every passing moment, until they seemed to be screaming together through a loudspeaker. I watched his dark skin against Anna's ass, watched her open mouth as she made sounds that could be mistaken for agony or ecstasy.
She stopped looking at me and closed her eyes, she was off in her own world now. I couldn't tell anymore if she was acting, if she really liked being spanked.
They both gave their final, orgasmic howls. John's body strained and he pummeled her ferociously as he came.
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