Tomorrow Will Be Much Better

I am normally a deep sleeper.

Over the past month some challenges at work have, on many nights, seen me wake in the early hours. Sunday night was no different as I woke from a troubled sleep.

My wife of four years Sarah should have been asleep next to me, but as I slowly came to consciousness I noticed a slight rhythmic movement in the mattress, almost too slight to detect. Then, every few seconds, a muted, light moan.

Never one to intrude in a personal moment and ever the voyeur I pretended to still be asleep, getting hard as I pictured my curvy brunette lover slowly work herself to a climax. Like many couples over a decade into their relationship, sex was a once a month occurrence and the thrill of catching this moment truly excited me.

Slowly she built up urgency and lost a little discretion until all too soon I felt her tense before a long exhale. As Sarah came down from her orgasm, I heard something that made me open my eyes; the unmistakable tapping of fingers on a phone screen. I was facing away from her and could see the glow of her screen illuminating the room ever so slightly.

Is she texting someone? If so, who would she message straight after such a private moment?

I mulled this thought for a few minutes before sleep took hold.

The following morning I woke up predictably around 7am and it didn't take long for the memories of last night to come back. As I rolled over I found that Sarah had already gotten up and was in the shower. Over the sound of the running water I heard her humming a happy tune and as I looked over to her bedside table I noticed that her phone was still plugged into the charger.

I hate to admit this as I've never been tempted before to snoop on her phone, but dreadful curiosity took control in that moment and as I looked at her phone screen I saw a new text message.

Mark: "Tuesday will be much better ;)"

What the hell was going on?

I knew Sarah's code, as she knew mine, and with this I unlocked her phone mindful that I had limited time. Scrolling up to get a bit of context I stopped when I saw a photo she had sent. Topless, her gorgeous G cups on display in a mirror selfie. Her shoulder length brunette hair cascaded to her shoulders and framed a face with a mischievous smile and sparkling green eyes. It was hot, no doubt, but I couldn't help but note that she'd never sent me a photo like that.

Beneath this was his picture reply; an in shape but non defined torso and an eight inch hard cock that, while longer than my 6.5 inches, was not as thick. Breaking away from staring at another man's dick, I read on.

Sarah: "Wow, just wow. That would definitely go deeper than my husband"

Ouch, thanks babe. I read on.

Mark: "I'm stroking it now thinking about you working it"

Sarah: "You'll need to wait until Tuesday, then we can play all day"

Mark: "Just thinking about that made me cum"

Sarah: "Same, it was hard to keep quiet. I need to get some sleep before I get caught! X"

Mark: "Tuesday will be much better ;)"

My hand was shaking and my stomach felt like I had swallowed cement. It was then I heard the shower shut off and I carefully replaced the phone. It vibrated once and I chanced a final look at the screen.

Mark: "I'll be there at 10"

As I turned over and feigned sleep, the bathroom door slid open and Sarah came out, ready for work in her home office. I turned over and looked at her smiling at her phone.

"Good morning darling," I said.

"Good morning my love, time to get up," she replied, bounding from our bedroom.

I am a creature of habit, and Tuesdays are when I line up client meetings so I can action everything by Friday close of business. It works for me and has seen my company build a successful portfolio of happy clients. I get hyper focussed on Tuesdays and Sarah jokingly refers to it as my weekly black hole. I'm hard to contact and generally don't check in at home with her. It would be a perfect day for her to have an affair.

When I arrived in the office on Monday morning, I methodically moved or cancelled my Tuesday suite of meetings but kept the calendar I shared with Sarah full of dummy meetings. Knowing I was going to lose time on Tuesday meant that I was mercifully distracted for the rest of Monday getting ahead and this kept me from spiralling.

If not for the knots in my stomach Monday night dinner would have been business as usual. Too bad Sarah can read me like a book.

"Is everything okay? You've hardly eaten', she said.

"Cash crunch on a couple of projects at work. It's got me really quite distracted."

"Are you in your black hole tomorrow?"

"Deep into it," I replied.

For the rest of the night we kept an old favourite TV show on in the background before calling it a night. I thought sleep would be a struggle but I was so mentally drained I slept better than I had in weeks.

Oddly, I found Tuesday morning's routine easy to coast through and as I kissed Sarah goodbye I knew that invariably, today would change everything. I work about fifteen minutes from home and after checking emails in the office I told my staff that I was out for the rest of the day, business as usual.

At 9.45 I pulled over a block down the street with a view of our driveway and couldn't help but think I was beginning the world's saddest stakeout. It was one of the world's shortest too, as at 9.57 a blue BMW pulled up near the house. A tall, casually dressed guy got out and started up the driveway to the house. He was good looking enough, in obvious shape and had the easy smile of someone about to fuck another man's wife.

The next fifteen minutes were excruciating, and the next ten after that basically unbearable. Finally, I got out of the car and walked towards the house.

Our house, a once happy home, sits on what's known as a hammerhead or back block. Basically the only street frontage is a driveway which leads behind an existing property to our house. Nice and private. The house is L shaped, with the master bedroom in the south east corner. The blind, almost always down, remained that way.

I ventured to the north side of the building which had a gate to the backyard. Once I had quietly slipped in and shut the gate, I rounded the north west corner, passed the butler's pantry window and carefully peered into the west facing kitchen window. All quiet on the western front, I mused to myself.

From here, I slipped off my shoes and crept along the southern wall of the house. The rooms on this side were guest room, bathroom, toilet, laundry, ensuite then master bedroom. After I confirmed the guest room was empty it was an easy creep to the ensuite and its open window. It was here that I saw my Sarah breaking her vows.

We keep the frosted ensuite window open for airflow. When I looked through I had a view through the pocket door connecting the bedroom I could easily see the lower end of our bed.

I could see Sarah, or the half of her from the underside of her left breast down, underneath Mark as he slowly thrust into her. Her shapely legs were wrapped around his waist, heels on his thighs, while her right hand was planted flat on his lower back.

Creak, creak, creak.

"Oh, oh, yes, oh."

Like small waves on a dock, the motion was constant and unyielding.

I heard them kiss deeply, and from experience I knew her left hand would be on the back of his head, fingers intertwined with his hair.

Creak, creak, creak.

They broke the kiss.

"Just like that," she said, "I'm so close..."

Mark increased his pace, his ass rising and falling as he made my wife take eight inches of dick that didn't belong to me, her husband. The headboard started to move.

Thump, thump thump.

She was moaning pretty constantly now with sounds that I only usually heard when she was drunk and uninhibited. They built up together, like a well practised team, until I saw her tense up underneath him.

"I'm cummmmming! Oh fuck!"

Part of me wanted to call through the window and tell Mark that he should be proud because, much to the detriment of my ego, I can only get my wife off with tongue or fingers. He wouldn't have heard me, because he started grunting before he too tensed up and unloaded into my Sarah.

Was she mine any more though?

After what to me was an eternity in the afterglow as their spectator, Mark rolled onto my side of the bed as they sought to catch their breath. Sarah spoke first.

"I didn't know sex could be that good."

Again, thanks babe.

Mark laughed. "I can't deny our chemistry. I don't really want to fuck someone's wife but since we started chatting online I've felt this pull."

"Me too. I love my husband, but this is something different altogether."

That last comment stung. Sure, I get that I work too hard and that I might not meet Sarah's needs, but emotionally I was always there one hundred percent.

"I need a shower after that," said Sarah.

As concrete footed and dumbfounded as I was at that moment, I retreated out of sight. I heard the shower turn on and Sarah get in. Shortly after, I heard Mark open the ensuite door and join her.

I couldn't understand what was being said over the water but it sounded playful, like lovers that are comfortable together. When the talking stopped, I chanced a peek.

They were both behind the shower glass which had steamed up. Sarah was squatting down, brunette hair swinging back and forth as she worked Mark's dick with her mouth. A blowjob from her was a rare treat but a task she did well. His head was back and his hands were bracing himself; one on the wall behind Sarah and the other to his righthand side.

Sarah popped his dick from her mouth and said, "this really is a thing of beauty".

Mark laughed, then helped her to her feet. Turning her around, he then pulled her hips towards him. Sarah bent over and reached forward to brace herself as Mark entered her for a second time.

"Oh fuck," she gasped.

Mark gripped her hips and started pumping at a solid pace. Sarah's large breasts started swaying back and forth, obscured by the fogged up glass as Mark got to work.

Slap. slap, slap.

It sounded obscene and pornographic.

"Unh, unh, unh, fuck me! Don't stop, please. Just. Like. That"

As she came for a second time I was crestfallen. I was also so fucking hard. I don't know why, but it made a difference from my life as someone in control on a day to day basis. Losing control seemed to be a newfound kink.

I'm ashamed to admit that I pulled my dick out and jerked it for about fifteen seconds before I hit the wall with one of the largest loads I have produced in recent memory.

As Sarah came down from her orgasm she said to Mark, "Let's get out, I want you in my bed."

I again retreated out of sight as they turned off the water, got out and dried off. When I heard the familiar squeak of someone laying down on the bed, I resumed my position outside the window.

Mark was laying sideways across the bed now with his knees on the edge of the mattress and feet planted on the floor. I was in time to see Sarah straddle his rock hard dick, reach down with her left hand and guide it into her wet pussy.

Her curved ass started to flex as she rolled her hips back and forth. From my angle I could see Mark's cock slide in and out of the body of my once faithful partner. He started grunting gutterally, while her moans increased in volume.

Creak, creak, creak.

"You feel so good baby," she panted as she kept pace.

"I won't be able to get enough of this body," he responded.

He gripped her ass with his left hand and mauled her tits with his right as the pace became frenetic until, inevitably, Mark tensed up and delivered another load into my wife. I was hard again as I watched the base of his cock pulsing while it filled her. Sarah collapsed onto him, hungrily kissing as sweat started rolling off her bare back.

I slowly moved to sit on the ground as they uncoupled and for a post fuck cuddle. I could barely make out their conversation as they talked and giggled. After about twenty minutes I heard Sarah moan quietly before saying, "really? Again?"

I chose then to quietly retreat as Mark started taking my wife again.