a woman who loves to watch

“Honey, what do you think about this color?” I waved my pretty purple toenails in front of Mark’s face but based on his expression, he might as well be in outer space. 

“Hellooooo, your gorgeous wife just asked you a question.”

”I’m sorry, did you say something?” he asked, folding his newspaper with a huff. 

“Forget it,” I sighed and popped my gum. “Is Mercury in Retrograde or some shit?”

”What?” He frowned at me. 

“Stocks are basically horoscopes for men. That’s what you were reading, right?”

”Don’t pretend like you understand the financial market,” he rolled his eyes and stood up from the Lazyboy, adjusting his tie. “Don’t wait up tonight. I have a late dinner with Mr. Feldon.”

”You mean I have to eat dinner alone, again?” I whined. “Remember when you used to take me to your client dinners?”

”I take you to client dinners when it will help my business. This is a boys’ club. Poker, cigars. You wouldn’t like it.” He adjusted the perfect creases in his cuffs and grabbed his leather briefcase off the stand by the door. 

“Don’t you miss me anymore?” I asked, hating the pathetic breathiness in my voice. I had the most handsome husband in the world and after 10 years, it felt like he hardly even looked at me anymore.

He sighed and shook his head like I was some naughty child. He stepped closer and wrapped a warm hand around the back of my neck, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

“I’ll make it up to you. For now, why don’t you invite someone over to keep you company? A friend. Penny?”

”Penny isn’t my friend, she’s my sister.” I tried to pull him in for a proper kiss on the lips, but he stepped out of my arms as if he didn’t notice. 

“Step-sister,” he corrected, wagging a finger in the air pedantically. 

“Why do you always insist on that? We grew up together. It’s the same thing.”

”I’m late for work. I’ve got to go. I love you.” He was out the door before the words fully left his mouth and I was alone, again. 

So I did call Penny. Even though she was about 5 years younger than me, we’d been close ever since her Dad had married my Mom. And unfortunately, as Mark well knew, she was my only friend these days.

”Let me guess, Mr. Wannabe CEO is sucking up to the corporate overlords again and you’re bored?” Her voice never failed to cheer me up.

”You’ve got it. He says he’ll be working late the next few nights. Do you want to just come sleep over for a while?”

”At your fancy place with the giant pool? You don’t have to tell me twice.”

I hung up the phone and instantly felt better. Penny always knew how to have a good time. She was a peacekeeper, a party girl, and the most gorgeous woman I knew.

No one ever believed we were sisters because we looked nothing alike. She was so petite that even when she tottered around on chunky wedges, she barely reached my chin. She refused to take them off whenever Mark was home— she swore he was so tall that he might not see her and crush her like a bug. 

”Well he’s not home now,” I said when she clunked her way out onto the patio in her latest platforms. 

“I guess I can take them off if we’re going to swim,” she said, throwing a towel down on a lounge chair and removing her giant sun hat, her huge round sunglasses, and finally her flowy blue dress. She was a knockout in a black bikini. Her ample cleavage bulged on either side of a cute little bow. 

“Do they charge for fabric now?” I teased her, hands wrapped around my coffee mug. “I think they left the ass out on your bottoms.”

”Har har,” she rolled her eyes and started rubbing tanning oil into every inch of her gleaming skin. 

I was still in an old t-shirt and a pair of Mark’s pajama pants with the waistband rolled down. My socks were fuzzy. 

“Should I get my swimsuit on?” I asked like the thought repulsed me. It was hard to feel good about my body when my own husband was no longer interested. 

“Would you rather go nude?” Penny arched an eyebrow at me. She peeled the corner of her bikini bottoms up and snapped it back. “Yeah, I could even out my tan. I’m good with that.”

Before I could get another word out, she yanked her top off, her giant milky breasts bouncing in the sunlight. 

“Really, Pen?” I asked as she stepped out of her bottoms without a care in the world. 

“What? It’s just us girls, right? Live a little, Katy. What’s the point of all this privacy if you don’t use it to skinny dip? We used to do it at the lake when I was in college!” She gestured, taking in the big house, the yard, the screened in pool and the privacy fence.

“Yeah, when I was about 20 pounds lighter.” I rolled my eyes but there was no use in fighting with her. I set my empty mug down and started pulling off my clothes. If there was anyone I could let my guard down around, it was my sister. She always knew how to cheer me up. 

“There, doesn’t that feel good?” she grinned, pushing her sunglasses back over her ears and plopping down on her belly on the lounger. “Get some sun on those tits and Mark won’t be able to resist. Speaking of which, will you do my back?”

She passed me the bottle and I rubbed the oily liquid between my hands before kneading it into her back and shoulders. Where I was pale and pasty, she was honey brown and freckled. The tan lines on her bubbly butt and perky tits were crisp and smooth. She clearly spent a lot of time out in the sun. 

“Are you still going to tanning booths?” I asked, trying to stuff down my insecurity. 

“No, I’m all natural now. That’s why your place is the best! I just got sugared so I could use some sun on my yoni.”

”Your what?”

She flipped over and I realized she was completely bare. I felt embarrassment down to my bones at my tangled forest of pubic hair. Since Mark had lost interest, I hadn’t bothered to trim it back. It was a lot of work when nobody was poking around down there. 

“I can give you the number of my girl. She’s magical. But rocking the natural bush is cool too.” Penny was unflappable. She was so completely comfortable in her skin, but of course she was— with a body like that. I had no idea why she was still single. She could have anyone she wanted with the snap of her fingers.

”Is everything alright, sis?”

”Yeah, of course. Just everything with Mark. You know how it is.”

”Kind of. You haven’t really told me anything, you just said he’s been distant. I haven’t wanted to push but Katy… you don’t seem happy.”

I couldn’t believe she wanted to have this conversation now, naked on my pool deck. I felt vulnerable and exposed in more ways than one. 

“He’s distant, yeah. That’s when he’s even around. Mark doesn’t seem interested in sex anymore. Or touching me at all, really. And who can blame him. I mean, look at me.” I waved in the general direction of my pale skin, my flabby stomach, my saggy tits. “Rubbing your sun tan lotion in is the most action I’ve seen in months.”

“That’s not right.” Penny’s eyes flared before she sat up and grabbed both of my hands in hers. “Mark’s an idiot. He’s your husband, and he’s lucky to have you. Maybe he needs to be reminded of how good he has it.”

“Don’t get any crazy ideas, Penny. Let’s just leave it alone. He’s busy. I’m boring. It’s just what happens to old married couples.”

“You’re not even 30!”

“I’m 31.”

“Oh,” Penny pouted her plump, pink lips. It wasn’t fair for someone to look so beautiful when they were frowning. “Well we’ll think of something. We have all week.” She stood up as if the matter was settled. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” She cried, then cannon-balled into the pool, leaving me completely drenched.

.....

I sat frozen in the corner of the room while our babysitter inhaled my husband’s cock. I wanted to be angry, and I was, but after watching this display, I also understood. I had never given a blowjob like that in my life. They were gross, they made my jaw ache, and they took too long. At least, that’s what I’d always thought. Lacey made sucking cock look like an artform. 

Michael took his shirt off and threw it in the corner, revealing his broad chest and hard abs. How long had it been since I’d thought of my husband as a sexual being? He was hot, goddammit! I could see that now. I just hadn’t seen him as a man for so long. He was the father of my child, my partner, the one I changed diapers with, paid bills with, spent every night asleep next to. And now I felt like I hardly knew him at all. 

He threw her back on the bed and I knew what was coming. If I was going to put a stop to this, it had to be now. But would they even listen? There was a fire in his eyes that I had never seen. He looked like a man possessed. And as his gaze trailed along her lithe young body, finally lasering in on her perfectly manicured slit, I knew it was too late. 

“I’ve been dreaming about being in this perfect pussy,” he growled as he lined the head of his erection up with her slick entrance. I nearly choked. Had he seen it before? How long had he been thinking about this? But I knew any objections were useless. 

As if it had a will of its own, my right hand began to fumble with the front of my pajama bottoms, seeking to relieve the ache that had built between my thighs, watching them. As my husband thrust his cock into the babysitter and groaned, my fingers found my tight nub, slicked in my intense arousal. 

His muscles strained as he fucked her harder, drilling her into the bed. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, as if she couldn’t get enough of him inside her. Her moans made me tremble, unable to believe that it was my husband bringing those sounds out of her. I couldn’t look away as she tilted her head back and he took one of her perfect breasts into his mouth hungrily, still moving inside of her with punishing thrusts. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna— I’m gonna—” her breathy squeal became a cry as she clawed her nails down Michael’s back in a fit of ecstasy and I lost myself. My folds were so slick I had trouble focusing on one spot. I was humping my hand, trying to find that sweet friction to relieve the ache in my core, and watching this young girl shatter to pieces in my bed made me lose all control. 

“Fuuuuuuck, I can feel you cumming on my cock,” Michael groaned, releasing her nipple as she caught her breath. “I want to fill this pussy up, Lacey. Can you handle me?”

“Yes, Michael. Yes, Daddy. Give it to me.”

Still riding out my own orgasm, I felt my blood turn cold. He couldn’t possibly mean— he wasn’t going to— INSIDE her?!

Before I could fully form thoughts or words or anything at all, I saw the muscles in his ass clench, and he let out a roar as he drove his cock inside of her, spilling hot ropes of cum inside her tight walls. 

“Michael!” I finally spluttered, unable to believe he would take it that far, but already too late to do anything about it. He collapsed on top of her, both of them sweating and panting for breath. I watched as he sought her mouth for a deep kiss and she whispered something into his ear before he finally pulled out of her and turned to look at me.

“I’m sorry, Jen.” he said, finally. “I’m a man, and I have needs. If a hot young woman wants me, and you don’t, then who am I to say no?”

I didn’t want to agree, but I could almost understand where he was coming from. He was right. I hadn’t wanted to fuck him. It hadn’t even crossed my mind in months, if not longer. The first time I had even thought about his dick was when I saw another woman playing with it on my couch. Had I done this to myself?

“But you… came inside her.” I finally said, unable to admit to the other thoughts yet.

“Well…” he gestured toward her body, sprawled on my bed, as if that were an answer.

“Come here, Mrs. Halwell,” Lacey demanded. I did not want to take orders from that little homewrecker, but my husband was staring at me, and I had to do something. I hesitantly approached the bed as she spread her legs open and gave me a full view of her pink lips, dripping my husband’s cream. 

“If you’re so worried about it,” she said, sharing a glance with my husband, “get it out.”

I flushed scarlet and felt heat roll down my neck. There was no way I could do that. I looked at Michael, desperate for an out, but he reached out for my hand and pulled me closer. My brain emptied of all other thoughts as I lowered my face to the babysitter’s pussy and inhaled the musky scent of sex and the sweetness of her perfume. Her lips were soft and warm as I tentatively touched my tongue to her hot center. 

I can’t do this, I thought, starting to panic, but my own body betrayed me as my tongue began stroking her slit. When she made a small moan of satisfaction, I felt it straight down to my core. As I began lapping at her juices, more of my husband’s cum leaked out of her holes and spilled into my mouth. I swallowed it all. 

When I glanced up from between her thighs, my husband had his hands tangled in her chestnut locks and their tongues tangled in a deep kiss. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to rip her off of my husband and claim what was mine. But with my tongue buried in her cunt, I had to be honest with myself: I had enjoyed watching my husband with another woman. And I was enjoying cleaning up the aftermath.