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On the Inside, Looking Out- Chapter One

Now, I don't consider myself unfaithful. I know there are those of you who would condemn me for what I'm about to tell you, but I also know I'm not the only one who's gone to the strip club with his buddies from work - with his wife's permission, of course. Whether or not you agree with me, all I can say is that it happened. As I write this to you, whoever you may be, I still find myself in disbelief at the whole thing. Right or wrong, credible or incredible, you can decide for yourself. This is my story...

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Three Saturdays ago has to have been one of the worst hangovers I've ever experienced. The light made me wince. Sounds were amplified and seemed to reverberate in my skull as though my brain had departed and left some vast echo chamber between my ears that mirrored the tolling of a church bell. Even my hair hurt. Somehow, however, I managed to make it to the kitchen and dig out some pills to take with my morning coffee.

Please God, just kill me now...

As I'm sitting at the table, I keep trying to position myself so that the glare from outside is at my back, while simultaneously the reflection of what had to have been a welder's arc in the stainless steel door of my refrigerator was trying to finish me off. I don't know if you've ever tried to drink coffee with your head cocked to one side, but take it from me - don't. Out of nowhere the welder's arc found me again.

"Ah! Christ!" I holler, half diving from my position at the table to avoid being blinded, yet again, as my wife finishes rummaging through the fridge for her morning breakfast-in-a-can and closes the door.

"Told you you were gonna regret it...." she mumbles and she leads off into one of her standard lectures I've learned to ignore through our marital tenure. She gives herself a satisfied giggle as she saunters into the hallway.

Thank God for that ass...

Somewhere in the purgatory of nursing my cup of joe, I managed to find the wherewithal to start back upstairs to get my day going. Each step seemed to make the next one taller, but I managed to make it to my bedroom. That shower was calling my name. Oh, to just stand there and let that hot water pour over the back of my neck and give me some relief from this agony! I go into the bathroom and start the hot water to the shower, then head to my closet to pick out what polo shirt makes me least look like some suburban tool. My life USED to be fun.

Going back to the bathroom, I notice something out of the window that made even the blindingly sunny day outside bearable. At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at, my eyes taking their sweet time adjusting to the glare, but soon enough I was confronted by what had to have been the stuff of teenage boy lore. Across the amber of the brand new privacy fence that was put in this spring, the neighbor lady is sitting under her patio, drinking HER cup of coffee and reading the paper, with the arms of her bathrobe wrapped about her waist and her gorgeous breasts exposed for the world to see.

I stand there in amazement. Am I really seeing this? Does this kind of thing really happen? Oh shit, can she see me?! Hell, I didn't care. She had better tits than half the girls at the nude venue the boys and I attended last night. And these were free. I could feel my cock hardening in my boxer shorts. There's nothing more uncomfortable than your erection being forced to remain against your thigh by some article of clothing. Somehow I managed to adjust myself so that my dick wasn't reaching down the leg of my Hanes Comfortfits. As if by magic, it seemed, it came to rest at that exact point in space where it found the piss hole in the front of my shorts and sprang free. I didn't mean to do that, but damn it felt better. She must have sensed she was being watched, for just as I grasped my shaft in my hand, she looked around, covered herself back up in her robe, folded her paper and went inside. Damn. I turned the knob for the cold water a little higher than usual when I returned to the bathroom.

The rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful. My wife had her little errands here and there, but most of the time we spent inside, enjoying each other's silence. Somehow, that seemed far more comfortable than the forced conversations that usually ended up just being meaningless and awkward anyway. I guess you can relate. I mean, how much can there really be to talk about when you know every happenstance and nuance of your partner's existence? Perhaps we were both just treading water until we found something or someone that might quicken us again. Or perhaps it was just easier to pretend any of it made a fuck. Who knows?

Monday morning came around with me going through the same routine I'd had for the past twelve years. Shit, shower, shave....the whole ordeal before heading in to the office. I fill my travel mug from the still-brewing pot, gather my wallet and keys from the kitchen counter, and start for the door. On the way, I stop to kiss my wife on the cheek and wish her a good day at work. We don't even make eye contact. She does the same and I make for the driveway. Putting the key in the car door, I see the neighbor lady again, this time rushing hurriedly to get in her car and speed off to work. I could be wrong, but I swear she caught me staring right before I returned to my own clumsy effort to climb in. Damn, she was beautiful. White blouse with her little sport blazer dr*ped over her forearm, mid-thigh navy blue skirt, and I've never seen a better pair of legs than hers in those sexy pantyhose and three inch heels. Amazing. Again, I had to adjust myself before starting the ignition and heading out to my own rat race.

This was the way of it. My mediocre life always somehow keeping me from doing the things I longed for. The bi-weekly trip with the guys to the strip club. And, of course, my frigid wife that seemed to care less about our relationship than whether she could save a few pennies buying the same pair of shoes fifteen miles down the road. By hump day, the realization of how my life had turned out started to hit home. After work I came home to nothing but a note on the fridge, informing me that tonight was leftover night. I couldn't take it anymore.

I walked out to the car and reached into the glovebox for the pack of Camels I kept for emergencies, even though I "quit" six years ago. Lighting that bastard sent a surge of electricity through my body. I'd only quit because my wife stopped putting out until I gave them up. Well, I hadn't been laid in the better part of a year, so I figured it really couldn't make anything any worse. Besides, what better way to tell her to go fuck herself, since she obviously wasn't fucking me? I puffed that cigarette for all it was worth, feeling better with each liberating drag.

"Can I get one of those off you, bud?"

I spun around to see a guy strolling down from Neighbor Lady's house to meet me at the sidewalk. I knew that stroll. That's the satisfied meander of a man who's had his balls drained and could care less if the world was coming to an end. Lucky fucker.

"Sure," I responded, tapping out another smoke and holding the pack up for him. We didn't say anything. I handed him my lighter, and he gave me that nod of gratitude guys tend to use when they don't really give a shit if you feel appreciated. He took a long drag and paused for a moment before exhaling a plume into the evening air. Even over the cigarettes I could smell that funk. Hell, I felt satisfied just standing next to him. I flicked the butt of my cigarette into the street, gave him a nod, and went back inside. And there I was feeling pretty good about myself...

The next night, I returned home having one of the worst days I've ever had. Apparently, my firm was going through a downsizing and I was the last to get the axe. Wonderful. At least they let me finish up my day. Ungrateful sons of bitches. I pulled into the driveway and just sat there with the motor running. I grabbed another cigarette out of the glovebox and lit it. I didn't want to go inside. I didn't want to have to tell my wife I'd lost my job. I sure as shit didn't want to have to listen to another one of her told-ya-so lectures about how I should have found another job last year instead of trying to hang on and help my company get through the tough times. The only thing I wanted to do was put the shifter in reverse, pull out, drive off, and never look back. But I didn't. I crushed out my cigarette in the ashtray, shut off the engine, and began my long march into the house. The click of the door latching behind me seemed like a death sentence being read aloud as I made my way into the living room. I froze when I crossed the threshold.

My wife, who I had long since determined completely bereft of any kind of passion, was on her knees on the couch, resting her arms across the back, as the smoke bum from the night before stood behind her, driving her repeatedly into the cushions. Underneath him, between his legs, sat my goddess-next-door, completely naked and lapping at his sack with every to-and-fro thrust of his loins. Like I said - I froze.

In but a moment, even though it seemed like an eternity, my wife turned her head toward the place I was standing, and started with a squawk. Cigarette Bum stopped midstroke and just stood there, his cock half visible from inside my wife's dripping pussy. Neighbor Lady sat straight up. Nobody spoke a word.

Now, this is where I should have gotten upset. Fuck! I should have thrown every one of those pieces of shit out of my house right there! But I didn't. I couldn't. My mind just ran in circles, wondering how this came to be. MY wife? That stone-cold bitch that wouldn't even look me in the face to say she loved me was on OUR couch, getting drilled by the guy I would have given my right foot to be just last night! It was too much to process. Finally, my wife broke the silence.

"Honey, look. I..."

I just threw my hand up as if to tell her there wasn't a damn thing she could say to me to make this okay. My blood ran ice cold. I started towards the group. Noone moved. The only things that set them apart from a troupe of mannequins were their eyes, which followed my every step as made my way to the couch. I stopped at the armrest and just glared at my wife. Even at this moment, I wasn't quite sure I hated her. Wouldn't you have to give a shit about someone before they can actually betray your trust? I might not have hated her, but I wasn't going to leave this situation emptyhanded. Her face went pale as an evil grin spread across my face.

I walked up behind the guy, who, remarkably, still had a hard cock buried in my wife. That's fucking impressive; I don't care who you are. I looked down at Neighbor Lady and smiled. Her eyes darted back and forth around the room, as if looking for an escape. When her stare finally met mine again, I slowly unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and told her, "Suck."

I think it took her a second to process the situation too, but she reluctantly leaned forward, took my member in her mouth, and began devouring it until the only thing visible from my angle was the bridge of her nose. I moaned that long, deep, guttural moan that only pure satisfaction can induce. This turned her on visibly, as the look in her eyes had softened when she looked up at me again, apparently searching for my approval. Within a few seconds, I had a steel hardon and she had to get up on her knees to take me in her mouth anymore, my cock pushing too hard against the roof of her mouth now. After bracing herself, she let me have it for all she was worth. Attagirl.

The bum and my wife changed channels too, seeing how easily my anger had been turned into animalistic lust. Again, he picked up shoving his rod into my wife, making her grunt with each gyration. Her face was flush, her hands white knuckled on the back of the couch, and her cunt emanating the telltale slurping of a woman thoroughly enjoying being turned into a trashy whore. She'd been busted, and now she was getting the satisfaction of knowing I was going to get to watch another man fuck my wife. She went right over the edge. Her new lover drove in deep when she came and held it there, feeling every convulsion of her body that was causing her to clamp down hard as she rode out her orgasm.

Two can play at that game...

I grabbed Neighbor Lady up and sat down next to my wife on the couch. Even she looked a little surprised at my tactic.

I kept my eyes on hers as my neighbor turned away from me and sat down on my cock. I could see the jealousy in my wife's face as mine went completely awash with sheer gratification. It wasn't until I broke my stare and looked down that I noticed I was buried to the hilt in her perfect ass. This just couldn't get any better. She slowly rose up and held just the swollen head of my dick inside her before dropping down with every bit of dead weight she had.

Oh fuck yeah!

There I sat, getting the ride of my life, feeling every twitch of her sphincter gripping teasingly at my cock as she moaned at the feeling of me filling her ass. She said something, but I was too lost in the sensation to make it out. What I did notice, however, was her weight shifting into my chest. This brought me back, and I looked over her shoulder to see Cigarette Bum lining up with her waiting pussy. Having been hidden inside my wife, I was only now able to appreciate just what it was she had in her. This guy had a dick like a banana and would have been the envy of any locker room. Now I REALLY wished I was him.

Steadying himself against my leg, he eased his large cock into her, and I could feel his entry through her vaginal wall, the head almost evoking a kneading sensation along my shaft as he slid past. She bit her lip and whined slightly, having both her holes occupied and expanding her abdomen to a point she was certain she was unable to handle. That whimper alone was enough to make me discover a new level of stiffness inside her.

I looked over at my wife, left abandoned, sitting at the far end of the couch in a wet spot created by her soaked crotch. She looked almost intrigued by our position, fascinated at the sheer mechanics of it all. It wasn't long, however, before her hand made its way down to her throbbing clit. I chuckled to myself. Apparently even SHE could be made to lose her civility and turn into a starving fiend. There was something vindicating about it. But I returned my attention to the matter at hand.

My neighbor's grinding into our tandem cocks was building her own climax. Her breathing deepened as she focused on the sensation that was to come. Soon, however, it started building to a point her moaning turned into short squeaks and both he and I could feel her body begin to tense. He began ramming her pussy with everything he had, making sure each stroke measured the full length of his dick. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. I was in heaven.

Finally, she let out a groan that started down in the depths of her soul and filled the room with the evidence of her orgasm. This set me off too, and I felt the head of my cock flare as my climax was reached. My balls seized and I could feel my cum erupting into her ass, coating her insides. I saw stars and time stood still for a minute as I felt the last of it being emptied into her bowels. Perhaps he decided to go ahead too, because after a few short grunts he shoved himself in to the point his sack rested on mine and just sat there, letting his cum fill her pussy. I could actually feel his cock spasming from inside her ass.

No longer able to maintain his balance, he pulls out of her with a thlup and I feel his cum draining out of her beaten pussy and onto the couch cushion against my leg. Neighbor Lady leans forward to stand as well, but I grab her waist and hold her so I can see this beautiful sight a second longer. As she finally makes her way off my cock, I can see my cum seeping from the seal her ass created around my shaft. What I wouldn't give to have had a camera right then...

It turns out her name is Taylor.

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