Ch. 4 – Oh God! Yes!

My eyes shot open. I immediately knew something was off. My breathing was shallow and rapid, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Yes!" A voice, loud and clear, echoed from a distance, reaching my ears.

I was sitting on a sofa. A half-full bottle of champagne and three glasses stood on the small table in front of me.

"Oh…" It was a woman’s voice.

Room 708 – Marcus Morales.

"Oh God…"

That was my wife’s voice. Nora.

"Yes!" Again. Even louder. Even more intense.

I sat frozen on the sofa, unable to move. Slowly, I turned my head toward the door Nora had disappeared through. It was still open just a crack. Her voice reached me through that small opening.

They were having sex. Marcus Morales and Nora Haas, my wife. And I – Paul Haas – had allowed it.

I took a deep breath, trying to think more clearly. It had actually happened. They were really doing it. My eyes locked on the crack in the door. There was no mistaking the sounds I heard.

Hesitantly, I pulled out my iPhone. Apparently, I had dozed off for half an hour. My eyes fell on an email from Uber. Canceling at the last minute had cost me ten dollars. For a moment, I couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle. I had indirectly paid for another man to fuck my wife.

Correction: Probably fucking. I wouldn’t truly believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.

I got up and walked toward the door with slow, deliberately quiet steps. My goal was clear: to catch them in flagrante delicto. Of course, I couldn’t accuse them of anything – I had given my consent.

I let my gaze drift around the room for a moment. No baseball bat to act out some repressed anger. If I wanted to respond to my wife’s betrayal with ****, the champagne bottle would have been the obvious choice. But that was absurd.

I wasn’t a violent person. The last time I’d been in a fight was thirty years ago. Back then, I’d been a silly little boy. At forty, I should be better than that.

My steps stayed slow, almost hesitant, giving me plenty of time to entertain these unnecessary thoughts. Maybe it was intentional. Maybe a part of me didn’t want to see what was happening behind that door. But there was no turning back. The larger part of me demanded certainty. I had to see it through.

When I finally reached the crack in the door, every expectation I had was not only met but far exceeded. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

The sounds my wife was making should have alerted me to the fact that this was not normal sex. At least not normal in the sense of what we'd been having for twenty years. As was so often the case during our sex, she was lying under her partner - in this case under Marcus Morales. Sooner or later, we always ended up in the missionary position.

Why sex with Marcus elicited such ecstatic, almost grotesque sounds from her remained unclear to me at first. Was it just the fact that it was another man? And what would our friends and neighbors think if they knew what we were doing here? Certainly nothing good. But it was precisely this transgression of social norms that had its own, hard-to-deny appeal. I had never expressed this idea to Nora, but it had an attraction for me that should not be underestimated. To finally go over the top. Doing something forbidden - at least according to the usual social norms. Perhaps Nora felt the same way.

I stood still and watched. Before I entered the room, I wanted to understand. Besides, I didn't know what I was even supposed to do there. The two of them were obviously completely focused on each other. And standing around stupidly next to the bed was definitely not an option.

The bed was huge - bigger than the king-size bed we had bought just a few months ago. I had no idea what else was planned, but theoretically, there was enough room for me to join as well. Like in a porno, Marcus and I could have gone down on Nora together, with me shoving my cock between her lips while he took her from behind.

I quickly pushed this thought aside. It was too strange, too absurd. Instead, I decided to wait here until they had finished. Having fallen asleep earlier, I had no idea how long they had been going at it with such intensity. But judging by the sounds my wife was making, it seemed like quite a while.

"Fuck! Fuck! You're all ... all the way inside me now!" Nora cried out, her whole body seeming to writhe under the pleasure. She had lost all control. This had to be an orgasm, but I had never seen her like this before. Was that really my wife?

When she had calmed down a little, Nora put her arms around Marcus and pulled his head down towards her. They kissed each other. It was a wet, moist kiss with lots of tongue. A kiss full of lust and desire. Marcus' thighs continued to move - albeit much more slowly. In contrast to Nora, he seemed to be much more in control of his senses and had not yet come. Of course, it could be that I had slept through his orgasm. Perhaps that was even probable, because only then would I trust us men to lead the woman to her happiness, without having to precede it with an orgasm of our own.

I just stood there silently and watched. The minutes passed. I didn't seem to have been missed.

My hand wandered between my legs. There it found my hard cock pressing against my pants and demanding to be released. But I couldn't grant it that. Despite all the lust inside me that demanded to be let out, I didn't want to be caught masturbating as a voyeur. In the end, my shame outweighed my desire. My hand stayed down there, however, and pressed against my cock through my pants.

Nora changed her position. I had the feeling that her head was about to turn towards the door. I didn't want to be caught being a non-masturbating voyeur either. The right reaction would probably have been to push the door open and go in. Instead, I took a quick step to the side to remain undetected.

I stayed hidden for the time being and concentrated on listening.

"Stick your butt up," Marcus urged my wife. "Spread your legs."

"Oh," Nora moaned, "slow down, please. I'm not yet ... He's so ..." A few words were swallowed up by her moans and the sounds of kissing mixed in.

This was followed by a regular clapping noise. My guess was that they were now continuing their activities in the doggy style position. To confirm this, I was ready to venture forth again.

I was right. Nora was kneeling on the bed and leaning on her arms. Her bottom was stretched upwards as demanded. Marcus held her sideways with his hands, just above her bottom, and thrust quickly and powerfully.

My view was still very limited. Nora was turned away from me, so I couldn’t see how the sex was affecting her. Judging by the sounds she was making, she was very satisfied and highly aroused. As with the first time, my view of the main act was blocked. It was left to my imagination to see another man's penis drilling into my wife.

Finally seeing that would probably have been a good reason to rip open the door and storm into the room. I wanted to see it too. But I had let so much time pass that I found it difficult to take that step.

Fortunately, the two of them took pity on me and reached the grand finale. Under Nora's screams and his violent fucking movements, Marcus finally came. I could swear that my wife also reached her second climax in a short amount of time.

It took a little while before Marcus stopped his movements completely and pulled his cock out of my wife. Nora collapsed forward onto the bed, exhausted, and buried her head in the comforter. Marcus turned and dropped down beside her, lying on his back. That was the moment I saw his cock for the very first time.

I have to admit that my jaw dropped a little at the sight. I would rate my own penis as average-sized. I had never given it much thought. Of course, I was aware that it could be bigger. But it could just as easily go in the opposite direction.

I only got to see Marcus' penis from a distance. He was also still wearing a condom. He was probably no longer at maximum hardness after his recent orgasm. Nevertheless, it still had a considerable length. Perhaps a fifty percent length advantage over me. But I was much more struck by his girth.

With this sight, my wife's reactions appeared in a completely different light. Especially her realization that he was now completely inside her. But I didn't panic about my own equipment. This evening was all about experiencing something different for us. What had become a thick, long cock for my wife could have been huge breasts and a plump bottom for me if our search had ended differently.

Marcus whispered something into Nora’s ear. In the next moment, her head snapped to the side, and her eyes locked on the door. I had been caught. I pulled the door open and stepped into the room.

Marcus turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the condom off his penis, knotted the end and threw it in a garbage can next to a desk. He grabbed his boxer shorts that were lying on the floor, but didn't put them on. Instead, he walked towards me with them in his hand. His cock swung freely back and forth.

"I’ll give you two some time," he said to me as he walked past, placing his hand on my shoulder. It was the second time that evening. I wasn’t sure how to interpret it. Was it a thank you for allowing him to put his hands on my wife? Or simply a reassuring gesture, signaling that everything was fine.

I heard the door close behind me. Now it was just Nora and me. We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Come on," Nora said softly, patting the bed invitingly.

I followed her lead and sat down on the edge of the bed. Nora pulled me down to her and kissed me.

"Are we okay?" she asked.

All I could manage was a shaky, "Yes."

"Take your clothes off," she told me and at the same time started to work on me. I didn't want to get naked any less quickly and soon all my clothes were torn off. Nora's hand gripped my stiff cock. For a brief moment, my head wanted to make a comparison with Marcus, but her hand masturbating me pushed the thought aside.

"Have you been watching us for a long time?" asked Nora.

"Just for a moment," I replied and closed my eyes. Her touch was exactly what I needed. "A few minutes."

"Why so late? I kept looking at the door, but you weren't there."

"I wanted to give you time," I lied. I was embarrassed that I had fallen asleep in the middle of everything. Besides, Nora wanted to get a head start.

"Yes, thank you. That made it a lot easier." Nora let go of my cock and pushed me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me. "I was quite nervous after all." Her breasts and especially her hard nipples rubbed over my upper body. "Fortunately, Marcus didn't make it particularly difficult for me."

"Mm," I mumbled with excitement and looked between our bodies. Nora had wonderful breasts. One of her legs pressed on my cock. She pushed herself higher so that her breasts slapped my face. My lips grabbed her right nipple and sucked on it. My tongue played around it. Nora sighed with pleasure.

It was not surprising that I was aroused underneath her. I hadn't had an orgasm yet that day. Thanks to Marcus, Nora had probably already had two orgasms. Nevertheless, it was clear that she wanted more. This evening had turned out completely differently than planned, but the fundamental goal of revitalizing our sex life seemed to be well on track. In that respect, I wasn't going to complain. Especially not at that moment, when my wife sat on top of me and slowly pushed herself down on me until my cock and her pubic area were at the same height. Her hand reached between us. She grabbed my cock and guided it through her furrow. She then placed it at her opening and slowly lowered herself onto me until my cock was completely inside her. I only briefly realized that she wasn't commenting on this moment with me. The fact that I was all the way inside her was nothing special, though, it happened every Saturday. Nora stayed in this position on top of me and looked down at me. We sank into each other's eyes.

"I love you," Nora said and lifted her pelvis until only the tip of my cock was still inside her.

"I ... I you too ... Oh." She had slapped herself down on my penis until it was fully submerged inside her again. My hands gripped her thighs. I was incredibly aroused. "Not so fast."

Nora ignored my warning. Instead, she did the exact opposite and even sped up her ride. I wouldn't last long like this.

"Nora," I gasped, but by then it was already too late. The excitement that had built up over the whole evening and especially in the last fifteen minutes had to come out. Three incredibly powerful shots of my semen shot out of me and deep into her. I'm not usually the loudest in bed, but this time I couldn't hold back my moans. In addition, my body tensed up and my hands clawed into her thighs.

"That was quick," Nora commented dryly.

"I'm sorry. I ..." I stopped my words for a moment. There was really no need to apologize. "I warned you."

"It's okay," she said and grinned at me. Her complaint was probably more of a playful nature. After two orgasms, it would most likely have taken quite a bit to drive her to number three. "I think it's wonderful that you enjoyed the evening too."

"I guess it's better than chasing after Marcus with a baseball bat," I said.

Nora giggled.

"What?"

"I just can’t really picture that fight."

"I gave the school bully in fifth grade a proper—"

"Leave the old stories … And look at Marcus. I don’t know if even a baseball bat would be enough for you. He’s a head taller and pure muscle."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I grumbled.

"I’m a realist," Nora said, wrapping her arm around me and giving me a kiss.

Nora slid off me but stayed lying at my side, her arm draped over me. She gave me several kisses, starting from my chin and working her way up my cheek to my lips.

We didn’t say anything; we were both probably still processing the rush of what had just happened. I had an overwhelming number of questions swirling inside me, but I couldn’t bring myself to voice them. More than anything, I wanted to know what had happened during the time I had dozed off. I also wanted to ask what it had been like to sleep with another man after two decades. And lastly—though I hesitated to admit it even to myself—I wanted to know if it had been as good for her as it had sounded, judging by her cries. But I wasn’t sure if I’d ever dare to ask any of those questions. In this moment, certainly not.

It was Nora who moved first. She sat up and gave me a smile, then stood. "I’m going to hop in the shower."

When she stood up, I could see a few drops of my sperm oozing out of her. The shower was probably necessary. I underlined this thought with a satisfied inner grin. After all, there were still things where I had the upper hand over Marcus. I was allowed to go without a condom.