Watching

I walked into the bedroom, looked at my wife's sheer lingerie, lowered my eyes, afraid to stare at it, at her, afraid it would be like gazing at the sun, would blind me.

"You're not going to say anything?" she asked.

"I...I don't know what to say," I said, keeping my eyes downcast.

"Well, you could tell me what you think of the lingerie you bought me," she said. I looked up, saw the smile on her face, saw the pose.

"It...it's pretty," I stammered.

She turned around. "I love the thong," she said, "look how perfectly it frames my ass."

"Mmffffggg," I mumbled.

"Sorry," she said, looking at the front of my pants. "I'm making you uncomfortable, aren't I?"

"A...a little," I admitted.

"Little," she giggled. "That's a good word choice." She moved down the bed, leaned over, ass in the air. "I don't think 'little' is going to be a word I'll be using to describe him."

"M...Monica," I moaned at her teasing words.

She leaned on her side. "Is that a knock at the door?"

"I...I think so," I said.

"Why don't you be a good boy and go fetch him for me."

"Monica, I...I don't know if I..."

"You know what, love, don't worry, I forgot."

"Forgot?"

"He has a key now; I'm sure he'll let himself in."

As if on cue, he walked into the room, his air of masculinity, strength, confidence coming with him. "Ben," my wife smiled, kneeling up, eagerness in her voice.

"Monica," he said, walking up to her, kissing her.

I watched as they kissed, felt the pain in my groin as my penis tried to swell in my cage. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"You're so sexy," he said.

She finally looked back, acknowledged me. "He picked it out for you. Say, why don't you grab us a bottle of wine," she said.

When I came back her bra was half off exposing her breasts, he was half naked, his hands were around her waist as they kissed, her hand was on the front of his pants.

I watched as she undid his pants, reached in, took out his cock, and stroked him while they kissed.

"I missed your cock," she said as he teased her breasts. She held his cock in her hand, turned and looked at me. "Baby, he said you can stay if you sit over there and don't make any noise."

"S...stay?" I moaned.

She shook her head. "Shhhh, no noise," she said. Legs unsteady, I sat in a chair in the corner. "Now where were we?" she asked her lover, looking at him with hunger in her eyes.

"You were about to wrap those sexy lips around my cock," he growled.

"Oh, yea," she said. She looked back at me. "Baby, remember when I said I don't like putting it in my mouth? You know I really meant I don't like putting your little thing in my mouth, right? Cause I love, love, love, putting a man's cock in my mouth."

True to her word, she got on her hands and knees and started sucking his cock, making it obvious that not only did she enjoy sucking cock, but that this was something she was experienced at, good at, dare I say, great at. All I could wonder at was how he didn't explode immediately, as I would have.

"Enough, woman," he growled after a good ten minutes of her efforts, pushing her off and flipping her onto her back in one smooth movement. "You're getting it in your pussy today, not your mouth." He stepped out of his pants, knelt down, reached for her panties, took them off.

"You're a tease," she said, egging him on. 

"I'll show you what I am," he said, pushing one of her legs up and mounting her.

She looked at me, eyes locked on mine, as her lover pushed his cock into her, no words necessary, everything communicated with her moans, with her eyes.

I watched as they fucked, watched as she started to shake, watched as her head went back in pleasure. I watched as he pushed both her legs up and out, held onto her feet, and fucked her harder than I'd ever seen a man fuck a woman.

When they were done, they cuddled and kissed, bodies intertwined, like they belonged together. She finally looked over at me, smiled. "Why don't you spend the night in the guest room," she said, "I'm pretty sure we're going to be awhile."