Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance (14 page)

He couldn’t see their faces, either of them. But in that moment, that one-way, no-do-overs moment, his focus was on that one place where man and woman became one, where the most personal parts of Madeleine and Connor touched and then joined, the tip of another man’s cock slipping inside Hugo’s wife.

All doubt and uncertainty vanished as Connor entered her.

In the eyes of the law, Madeleine was now an adulteress.

Eighteen

All the nerves, all the uncertainty, all the cold clammy hands and gasping for breath along this whole epic journey ever since Madeleine had first revealed that innocent little kiss with her boss—it all felt like it culminated in this moment.

And yet Hugo felt fine.

Madeleine sank slowly down on Connor—the man had his full length inside her, filling her. Hugo felt fine, better than fine. He felt incredible. He thought he’d never forget how deeply she melted when her new lover sank his cock into her bare pussy for the first time.

What was most surprising to Hugo was the sudden lightening he felt, the pressure quickly evaporating from his shoulders as he watched her. He’d had hints of it along the way, him unburdening his guilt as he watched Madeleine having fun, going one step further. He’d even felt it disappear entirely on brief occasions when she had him believing she’d finally slept with someone else. Yet here as he saw his beautiful wife having her wicked way with a younger man across the street, something that could not possibly be faked in any way, the guilt had boiled away in an instant.

Madeleine looked spectacular rising and falling on that powerful shaft, her flaxen locks shimmering as she rose and fell on him, her body undulating so gracefully, her legs squeezing around his thighs.

She leaned forward on Connor, pushing out her butt, giving her husband such an exposed view, he was quite transfixed. Could either of them have thought when they first came to New York that one day, she would actually have another guy’s cock penetrating her like this? Sliding in and out, stretching her.

She pulled her skirt off and away.

They were laughing, Connor lifting her, rolling her, wrestling with her. Hugo could see their faces as they moved around the bed, playing, play-fighting, tussling. Madeleine was clearly having fun, fantastic fun. Connor was clearly enamored.

Madeleine lined up on all fours, facing down the bed, side on to the windows and her husband’s gaze. She swung her hair out of her face, dropped down onto her elbows, presented her rear for her new lover’s use, her position emphasizing the sensual curves of her body.

He saw her glance back, offer that sideways look and seductive smile that invited him to penetrate her again, fuck her, violate her.

Connor needed little encouragement to kneel between her legs, line himself up behind her, one hand gripping her hip as the other guided his huge phallus back to her awaiting sex.

Hugo caught his breath as he saw his wife’s mouth open impossibly wide as she responded to the other man’s cock squeezing back inside her. Sucking in her breath through her teeth as he moved within her tight wet pussy, pushing herself up on her hands so she could look over her shoulder at him, check his response.

He saw her looking out of the windows as the toned, tanned Adonis began pumping her. She was looking out at the street, across the street. She was looking up into Hugo’s eyes.

Could she see him? She knew he was there. Could she see him sitting in the window, his naked form highlighted only by the light from the street?

It appeared almost as though she could. Through the binoculars, he saw her giving him a fiery look, and then she was licking her lips in clear indication of how delicious it was to be fucked hard by another man while her loving husband looked on in blissful consent.

She knelt up while he was still inside her, leaning back to kiss him. They looked so good together, a truly beautiful couple.

Watching her taking it from behind made it all seem so animalistic. That big pole disappearing into her rear, the pale doe being taken by a magnificent golden stag, rocking back and forth against him as he pumped into her, her mouth opening wide to suck in oxygen as she coped with the forceful feelings from his hard fucking.

Hugo had never wanted her so badly. He felt a rush of testosterone swamp his body. He felt strong, powerful, felt like knocking Connor out of the way, seizing hold of the vulnerable female, taking her by force.

It was like taking some kind of drug—a pure hit of adrenaline.

But he had to be patient. Madeleine seemed to be building to what had to be a powerful orgasm, crying out as Connor pounded her from the rear. Then she was shaking, trembling, and Hugo felt a familiar pulse of acidic jealousy ripple through him. Another man had made her come.

Connor continued to pump into her, and Hugo wondered if this was the road to his orgasm as well.

He pulled out of her and peeled the condom off, leaving that beast of a cock bare, uncontrolled, dangerous. It shocked Hugo, making him fear immediately that this young man was going to sink back inside Madeleine without protection.

But he didn’t slip back inside her. He stepped up off the bed, and Madeleine turned to face him, sitting on the bottom edge of the bed, once again side on to her watching husband.

He saw through those powerful lenses his wife’s hand curl around her lover’s rigid shaft once again. She kissed the tip of his shiny head.

As he stood there in front of her, Madeleine cupped her breasts, fondling herself, teasing those stiff nipples, offering a show for her new lover as he gripped his staff and pumped.

Madeleine was saying something, which Hugo could not hear, but then she was closing her eyes, and her strong powerful lover was erupting, thick strings of white come shooting from his cock to splash over the blonde’s pretty neck and her upper chest.

Another man’s come all over her.

She grinned, taking hold of his erect cock herself for the last few moments, rubbing it against her chest, her neck, all over that beautiful smooth skin of hers as though she was using it to apply perfume.

Hugo could so easily have lost control in that moment, following Connor’s example in letting go as Madeleine sat there and played with her breasts. But he didn’t.

He was going to wait for her to come home.

*

She lay there with hew new lover for what seemed like an age. For Hugo, it was almost as bad on his nerves as those moments leading up to penetration.

They hadn’t ever put together any kind of an exit strategy for one of her encounters, he now realized. He’d never even really thought about it. They’d never talked about how long she should stay once the deed was done, whether she might want to stay for a second round or more. Whether she might want to stay overnight. Hugo hadn’t wanted to be too prescriptive in how an evening would go, it was for her to decide. There was no point in rushing her. She wouldn’t enjoy it if she knew there was a schedule to stick to.

Nevertheless, now it was actually happening, he regretted the uncertainty of when she might return to him.

Hugo went to get a glass of water from the kitchen to cool himself down, and perhaps calm himself down.

He knew she had to be polite, had to spend a fair amount of time with her lover after the fact. But after the intense emotions of the evening, his mind could wander into some intensely dark places. Sipping the water as he slowly wandered back to the windows, he knew it was unreasonable to expect that as soon as her new lover had come, she should be slinking back into her clothes, before scampering back across the street to be with her husband.

But the jealousy he now felt was for the affectionate way she lay with him there on the bed, one leg draped over his, gently caressing that impossibly hard torso of his. She looked at him with the kind of bedroom eyes she hadn’t used on her husband for years.

What were they saying to each other while gazing into each other’s eyes like that? Smiling, laughing, sharing precious time.

Connor reached over to the bedside table, retrieving something that Hugo couldn’t quite identify with his hands shaking slightly as he held the binoculars. He handed something to Madeleine. Ducked his head.

He was smoking a cigarette in bed—and, to Hugo’s surprise, so was Madeleine.

It was the second time he’d seen her doing it in Connor’s company—what was her intention? She’d always given Hugo the impression she’d never smoked a cigarette in her life.

For some reason, it seemed interesting to Hugo that either Connor had persuaded her to do something so out of character, or she was doing it to fit in with him. It emphasized the difference compared to her married life.

But the thought that now haunted him was that this cozy post-coitus cigarette would keep her over there with Connor until they were ready to go again. Maybe that would leave her so tired she’d just collapse asleep with the guy. And then they’d wake up in the morning like a real couple, and Madeleine would get the idea that this womanizing lothario could love her, could settle down with her, a completely upgraded model of soul mate.

Hugo stepped away from the window, and padded through to the bedroom and the en suite bathroom, where he knew a hot shower might not entirely soothe his nerves, but might provide some distraction.

He left them to it, stepped under the gloriously warm stream of water, scrubbed off the sweat of an evening’s anticipation and serious arousal. Well, at least if Madeleine did make the return journey that night, she would find a fresh, clean husband waiting for her.

Afterwards, stepping out of the shower, he was calm enough to even start making the assumption that his pretty wife would be spending the night in the bed of another man. His phone was blinking to announce that there was an unread text message waiting for him, and he presumed it would state her decision not to be home until the morning.

It didn’t.

> Hey sweetie, you still with me? Can’t wait to come home and see you.

He smiled broadly, almost as broadly as Madeleine had been all night in the arms of her new lover. Drying off, he mentally composed his reply before tapping it out on the little smartphone.

> Still with you, honey. That was incredible! What a turn on. Can’t wait to see you, either. You planning on staying the night, or should I wait up?

He added that last little question as both emphasizing the fact that it was her choice how she wanted to conclude her date with Connor, but also in the hope of assuaging that little question mark that lingered in Hugo’s thoughts.

> Oh I can’t wait until the morning, not after that! I’ll be home very soon. Hope you didn’t put any clothes on.

Nineteen

She was standing out in the hallway, like a vampire asking permission to come in. Only in this case, it was as though she was asking his consent to return to their marriage.

For a moment he just breathed and indulged in the sight of her standing there, lipstick smeared, hair mussed, clothes creased.

Nipples hard as pebbles.

She looked anxious, smiling in that uncertain manner that posed a question, rather than really conveying happiness. Saying to him in that one expression: do you still love me? Do you forgive me? Did you like what happened? Do you still want me?

“Hey,” he said, trying to act calm, assured, strong.

“Hey,” she replied, trying to mimic his understated tone.

“So that happened.”

“I guess so.”

“Do you still love me?”

“More than ever.”

Then he was hardly thinking about what he was doing, his instincts seeming to take over, driving him to drag her inside the apartment, almost slam the front door shut, frantic in his pace and desperate in his desire to reclaim her as his own.

They didn’t even make it to the couch, let alone the bedroom, before he was all over her, pulling her to him, kissing her mouth passionately.

Oh God, she smelled of cigarette smoke. She smelled of sex. She smelled of another man. Of sharp, feminine perfume attempting to cover up that earthy odor of transgression, the musty scent of her juices combined with his, the faint brandy-like hint of cologne from a rival suitor.

Hard evidence that there had been no illusion: Madeleine had made love to another man right in front of her husband’s gaze.

Along with the messed-up make-up, the wrinkled dress, it made Madeleine look so wonderfully sexy, so gloriously insatiable—so powerfully female.

“I need a shower,” she protested, out of breath as a ravenous Hugo hauled up the hem of her dress to find her wearing no underwear whatsoever. Where were her panties? On the other man’s floor?

He kissed her, hands sweeping over the curves of her beautifully round behind, tracing out memories of another man toying with these very same curves, violating them with his touch, his mouth, his cock.

“I’ll help you… undress…” he said of her request for a shower, and he had to admit he was surprised at himself that he wasn’t grossed out by the fact that she’d just had sex with someone else, that she hadn’t cleaned off all lingering traces.

He kissed her neck, running his eager lips down to her upper chest, breathing in that strange scent of perfume mixed with something else—lingering traces of another man’s come.

How was he not completely freaked out by it?

Somehow, it only drove him on into more of a blood-lust, to pull off her blouse, to drag the thin stained material down over her poised cleavage, freeing those bounteous breasts over which a younger man had sprayed his semen.

“It was what you wanted, then?” she asked. “Watching him?”

She curled her fingers around his hard cock, giving him a little affectionate squeeze as though his hardness confirmed his complete enjoyment and acceptance of her adventure across the street.

Hugo almost swallowed her hard nipples, he was so hungry for her.

“It was the most incredible thing I ever saw.”

She pulled him up to kiss his mouth again, and mouthed “I love you” to him. He could see her eyes tearing up, so many emotions jostling inside her.

He smiled warmly, said clearly, “I’ll never stop loving you, honey. Never forget that.”

Pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting faint traces that were not the usual Madeleine flavor, which only reminded him how Connor had stretched her lips with his huge cock.

“Tell me,” he breathed. “Tell me how it was for you.”

He lifted her skirt and ran his hand gently up her inner thigh, brushing over her pussy, hardly touching her though he felt her immense wetness, the incredible response she’d had to the experience of straying.

“It was absolutely crazy,” she said. “Unbelievable.”

He kissed her again, slipped his tongue in her mouth, tasting the strangeness. Hugo found himself sinking to his knees, needing to worship her, craving some form of adoration in recognition of her incredible courage and wonderful insatiability.

“No…” she moaned quietly as he explored her abdomen, her mound, her upper thighs with his kisses, inhaling the thick scent of her arousal and the pungent aftermath of her infidelity as he brushed his nose over her smooth, gently clammy skin. Her pale flesh showed the signs of being handled by someone else—not actual bruises, but redness here and there, her nipples a little puffy, her pussy flushed and puffy from use. So sexy. So unbelievably sexy.

“I need a shower,” she insisted, tilting up his face to gaze in his eyes.

“Eventually,” he nodded, and saw the shock as his response registered in her eyes—before the shock turned into a ripple of mischievous lust.

He heard her suck in a sharp breath as his kiss arrived at her sex, his hot mouth connecting with her sensitive, tender folds, his nose crushing against her clit.

She even lifted her leg for him, resting her thigh on his shoulder, allowing him access.

“You like it?”

“I can smell him on you,” he said, a whisper of awe as he tasted that complex flavor of her juices, seasoned by the lingering traces of lubrication from the condom another man had worn to penetrate her.

One hand steadying her, clamped to the back of the couch, Madeleine’s other hand now rested on his scalp, gently but firmly pulling him to her, encouraging him, signaling her growing confidence that this was what her husband wanted, to connect with her, engage with her, bathe his senses in her as part of his process of reclaiming her.

“Tell me… tell me what it was like,” he pleaded with her.

She looked down, beaming at him, adoring him, wondering at how she could have ended up with such a man.

“I felt so… powerful,” she said, casually circling her hips to rub herself over his face. “I can’t really explain it. I guess I was making him feel good—but at the same time I knew I had to be driving you totally crazy.”

“You were so beautiful,” Hugo said.

“I was so nervous,” she smiled. “I felt a little sick before it all happened, before I got into it.”

She saw his disappointment as she stopped him, but the hard wooden floor was giving him pins and needles already, and wouldn’t be forgiving on his knees for much longer. Still, he allowed himself to be led through to the bedroom, pushed back on the bed.

“You did enjoy it?” he asked.

“Oh God yes. Such a feeling of power to know that he wanted me, that someone other than my husband—and someone so totally gorgeous—wanted me. And he’s in such great shape—and he got so hard so quickly.”

“That was your doing. Did you talk about the next date?”

“We did.”

Hugo swallowed involuntarily. The next date. Should he, as husband, be regulating her time with this other guy? What if too much time with him in a short period meant she ended up getting hooked? He had to breathe deeply, calm himself down. See it as a positive that this other guy couldn’t get enough of his wife, had to see her again pronto.

“I won’t go if you don’t want me to,” she said, but smiled as she saw him give a slight shake of his head, the nervous exhilaration imprinted in his eyes.

Feeding off that nervous energy, and her own excitement at a repeat visit with Connor, Madeleine climbed onto the bed, crawling up his body like a panther on the prowl.

“Were you jealous, honey?” she asked him, and then kissed him. “I can’t believe you watched.”

He groaned as she kissed him, and he remembered where her mouth had been earlier that evening.

“I was terrified,” he said, his hands sprawling over her butt, trying to get under that skirt. “And turned on like never before.”

She smiled, the smile of an achiever.

Then she shifted one knee further up his body, then the other, and then over his shoulder so that her sex was right there, just inches from his face. He could smell her arousal, and even as she lowered herself, her hot wet flesh touching down on his lips, he was already intoxicated by her.

“You watched me kissing him?” she said, and the jealousy burned in his chest, matching his excitement. “You saw me sucking his cock?”

He nodded under her, but did not break contact with her slippery folds.

“You saw him fucking my face?” she said, now fucking his. “It was so amazing holding that big hard cock. Licking it, tasting it, stuffing it in my mouth—I was so wet.”

Hugo found his hands wandering down to close around the hardness bobbing up from his loins. He was going to have to keep calm if he wanted this to extend.

“He licked my pussy,” she said. “Just like you’re doing now. It felt so good—he wanted to do it, even though he had no reason to.”

“He had every reason to, honey,” Hugo piped up from between her thighs, his face slick with her juices, his voice breathless. “I could tell from watching. I wished it was me, but it was so hot watching you.”

She smiled, brushed the golden locks out of her face. “I took so long rolling that condom down his cock—I wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to stop me, you know, turn on the lights over here, or text me or something.”

“It was pretty intense.”

His hands gripped her waist, and hers were running up and down his forearms as she writhed on top of him, indulging in the sensation of his face wedged between her thighs.

“Oh I missed this,” she said as at last she sat back, butt touching down between his thighs, her hands gripping her husband’s hard cock. “You know he wasn’t any bigger than you, sweetie. Just different.”

“He looked big.”

“Not compared to you.”

She crouched, then she was up, turning around, onto her hands and knees, presenting her rear to him. It was a good position from which to finally reclaim her, sliding into her without having to make use of a condom—his bare cock filling her, stretching her.

He wasn’t normally a rough man in bed, but this time he had to fuck her, not make love. He had to claim her as his own, plunge into her, force out the gasps of breath, the deep moans as she took it all, bouncing her hips back against him to add to the force of his thrusting.

“Take me, Hugo,” she hissed as he pounded her. “Come in me. Make me yours…”

That first time, it didn’t take long until he was coming inside her, his seed hot and furious and full of power, his victory complete since he did not have to pull out, he could take it to its full conclusion.

*

After that first time, they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, shattered by the experience.

Later, though, Hugo awoke with the most wonderful feeling of warmth in his loins, only to find Madeleine lying between his thighs, stroking his semi-hard cock as she sucked on its tip.

“Hey,” she said, flashing him a brilliant, adoring smile.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he grinned in return.

“Not really,” she said, squeezing the base of his shaft now as he attained full waking hardness. “I guess it was such an unbelievable experience tonight, I just can’t fully wind down.”

Oh, she felt divine. She looked divine in the half light filtering in through the blinds, her full lips stretching around his girth.

He said, “It’s been a big night. It’s something you’ve been dreaming about doing for months—ever since we came to New York.”

“Almost,” she said, giving him a lick, an expression on her face that was almost apologetic. “Is that terrible of me?”

He shook his head. “I like finding out about your fantasies, what you think about that turns you on,” he said. “I just wish I’d had the courage to ask you about it before. Years ago.”

“You like it?”

“It’s pretty hot, knowing what fires you up, honey.”

“This fires me up,” she said, ducking her head down to take as much of his cock inside her as she could. Then she was pulling him back out, licking him, pushing herself up and stroking him against her breasts and her hard nipples. She added, “You know I’d always be happy with this toy alone?”

Hugo chuckled. “I guess so. But isn’t it fun knowing you can play with other toys as well?”

She grinned, sucked on him briefly again, then slipped his shaft between her breasts, something she’d never done before. It was strange, but felt nice—her skin, her cleavage so soft and warm around him.

“And you’re really okay with me… playing with other toys?” she asked him. “With what happened tonight?”

“It was incredible. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

“It didn’t hurt? Seeing me with someone else like that?” Her voice was still cagey, cautious. Ever watchful in case this whole thing blew up in their faces.

“There was a little… well, I wouldn’t call it pain,” he said. “It was pleasurable, you see? Like food that’s really spicy.”

Madeleine grinned, “You think I’m spicy?”

He sat up, pulled her to him, grabbing her waist, kissing her mouth with forceful passion. A mouth that had gone down on another man, and would do so again, but that was still his.

“I think you’re very spicy,” he said. “And you know how bland things can be if you don’t have enough spice.”

He held her, and then he rolled her, and then he was between her legs, hungry for her spice, teasing her lips with little nips and nibbles, slipping his tongue inside her slippery groove, tasting that beautifully smooth shaven pussy that had taken two men that night, two big cocks to stretch it and pound it.

“Oh God…” she breathed as he slipped a finger inside her, but she wanted to ask him more, so she forced herself to avoid being distracted. Asked him: “But you do enjoy that… pain… then? Feeling jealous like that?”

“I suppose so. But it’s more complicated than that—it’s all part of the experience, and the main thing is seeing how beautiful you are, how incredible it is to watch you being sexual. On your own it’s intense enough—but to see you experiencing that powerful sensation of taking a new lover. That was unbelievable.”

“It was pretty intense from my perspective,” Madeleine smiled, and he saw that she was blushing slightly, and it wasn’t simply from his gentle sucking on her clit.