“I’m coming!” I suddenly heard Fred cry out from the living room. “Fuck, I’m coming!”
I stole a quick look just in time to see my husband ram himself hard into Ashley’s behind. Ashley threw her head back and gave an earthshaking cry. Fred reached out with one hand and clamped it over Ashley’s mouth, muffling her cries of ecstasy. He must’ve been worried the noise would wake Taylor up.
Taylor. I sat right up, removing my hand from my cunt. My little boy. Amazingly, he hadn’t woken up from all the ruckus going downstairs. I tilted my head and listened for telltale sounds from upstairs indicating Taylor had woken up, but there was none. I took a deep breath. Oh, Taylor, your father is one cheating bastard.
And I jerked myself off to the sight of him and your babysitter fucking each other.
The thought startled me into action. I got off the chair and began to dress hurriedly, quietly. I musn’t let Fred and Ashley, or anybody else for that matter, catch me here in the kitchen, naked and wet and slimy from my own juice. When I was fully dressed again, I picked up a rag and wiped off my body fluids on the chair and floor.
I looked around the kitchen, making sure everything was where they were supposed to be and in their proper place. I noticed the sounds in the living room have gone as well. I made my way softly to the door and took one final peek before-I don’t know, I did something that would change my life forever.
I saw Fred and Ashley had done their deed too, probably also around the time I finished my own business. They were now sitting on the couch, talking quietly. I saw they didn’t have their arms around each other, which meant, for me at least, that save for the fucking sessions, they didn’t care string beans about each other. I felt my lips curve up into a twisted smile. So what now? Am I supposed to be thankful they don’t have feelings for each other, that they’re using only their bodies to satisfy whatever pleasure it was they were craving? The whole thing was twisted, that I can pretty much see.
I felt my headache returning. Time to get out of here and be someplace else. Fred must never know about this, that I saw him getting it on with the babysitter and I jerked myself off while I watched them do it. No, he must never. Nobody must know about this secret. It’s the one thing I’ll take with me to the grave.
Still, my love for Fred didn’t go down one notch. And I think the feeling is mutual.
That being said, I went out the house, got into my car, and drove off somewhere.