No doubt it was some kind of primeval instinct thing, for a male to go in and displace his rival's seed from the female. For me, it just seemed to be an enormous turn-on I could do nothing about.
*
Afterwards, she remained sitting on his softening cock a few moments, and they hugged, but I couldn't see Zoey's face, couldn't see what she was thinking.
I couldn't hear a lot of what they said to each other, but at one point I picked up Zoey saying: "Are we good, sweetheart?"
He said: "We're good. Very good."
I felt a jab of pain stab my heart. Was this becoming more of a thing? Was she telling him they were back together?
Oh dear Lord - was Brandon going to spend the night? I suddenly felt that that could be almost worse than him fucking her, because if he stayed over with her, cuddling her as they fell asleep, it meant he was more than just an object to be used.
Now that I'd been bludgeoned by this new reality that seemed to exist between Zoey and I, a reality that challenged the ordinary boundaries of monogamy apparently, but since I had no control in this relationship I simply had to accept, I could just about cope with the idea that Brandon was merely a sex toy for her. I had always been pretty conventional in terms of one-on-one relationships, but somehow that wicked smile I received from Zoey while she had been riding his cock had been so sexy, it had adjusted my standards. Yet I really didn't think I could handle it if she actually went to sleep in his arms.
Might she now consider this was punishment enough for my transgression? Or was she looking for a longer-term revenge, perhaps intending to renew her relationship with Brandon alongside or in place of our own?
At last, they got up from the bed, moved away out of my visual range. What were they doing? Hope once again leached into my bloodstream.
Still my wait continued - I was tearing my hair out. You might not have thought it, but this waiting was almost worse than when I'd been sitting there watching them fucking. Better the devil you know and all that: I was now sitting there terrified that Zoey wasn't showing Brandon out the door, she was in the bathroom with him, both of them perhaps brushing their teeth or otherwise preparing for sleep. They'd shortly be back to curl up together on the bed before extinguishing the lights.
Maybe they'd both gone out again. They were out searching for a late-night bar, a nightclub.
I had that ugly feeling inside me again, the mixture of resentment, regret and guilt. The feeling that I had only brought this on myself, that this was my just dessert for the awful human being I had been.
A few moments more, and I still couldn't hear anything in the room next door. They had left me.
*
I pulled myself up off the floor now, feeling my muscles aching from the odd position in which I had spent far too much time watching the terrible scene next door. It was actually physically painful as I now slipped into bed, stretching out under the cool white sheets, but I welcomed that pain. It was just what I needed to distract from the anguish now tearing up my heart.
Face buried in the pillows, I found myself consumed by exhaustion - it had been a tiring day with the RJS pitch, the pressure of meeting Zoey's old college friend and then having to watch her fucking him. Crouching there on the floor, I hadn't appreciated just how much fatigue there was in every muscle in my body.
I began to succumb to sleep, feeling really quite sorry for myself, even mulling over the possibility I would have to look for a new job, being unable to handle the rejection from my boss.
But then I heard something - a door closing quietly, and then felt movement of my sheets, and quite suddenly a cool body was sliding up beside me in the bed, skin still a little damp from her shower.
All fears seemed to melt away from my body, but I was just too exhausted to really respond to her in any active way. Teetering on the edge of slumber, there was just enough oomph left in me to ask her: "What were you laughing at, when you were with him?"
She chuckled, and I felt her leg glide up over mine, so smooth, like velvet, and so warm where she rested on me.
Then she whispered: "Because Brandon's never once made me come - not even close, all the time we were together. But with you watching, I came like a freight train."
I now slipped into unconsciousness, but there was a huge smile spread across my face, from the knowledge that Brandon was gone, and my Zoey was draped over me, rewarding me for coping through the extreme punishment.
Rewarding me with the supreme honor of being able to fall asleep with her.
Chapter Fourteen
We slept late into the morning, it being Saturday there was no pressure to be anywhere. I woke around 10am to the irresistibly feminine perfume my Zoey wore, and for a while just gazed at the goddess lying beside me half covered by bed sheets, in awe at her beauty.