Tryst in the Pool House (Patreon)

You sit up in bed and look at the clock. It’s a little after 1 a.m. You’re not sure what woke you up.

You hear someone downstairs. You look at the other side of the bed and see that your wife isn’t there. You breathe a sigh of relief. There hasn’t been a break-in. Your wife is just getting a glass of water or dealing with another bout of insomnia.

Your head falls to the pillow and you close your eyes. Sleep feels like it’s going to come quickly. Then you hear the back door open. Why is your wife going outside?

You hop out of bed and walk to the window that looks out on the backyard. You see your wife standing there in a black satin robe and the nightie she wore to bed. You remember how good it felt when you cuddled up next to her to say good night. You remember the arousal you felt. You remember how she gently turned you down when you tried to initiate sex.

You watch your wife gingerly walk across the soft green grass of your backyard. She’s approaching the pool house.

Your friend Justin is staying in the pool house. He’s been there for almost a week. He’s moving to town and using your place as a base of operations while he finds an apartment. Why is your wife going to the pool house?

You watch from the bedroom window as she approaches the French doors that lead into the pool house. She lifts her hand and gently knocks.

A light comes on in the pool house. Your wife runs her fingers through her hair and tosses it back.

Justin pulls aside the curtain and sees your wife. He smiles and opens the door. His head turns on a swivel as he instinctively searches the backyard, as if he’s trying to make sure no one is watching.

You press your head against the window. You’re almost certain that your wife is at the pool house door for a very specific reason. It’s not likely Justin texted her at 1 a.m. because there was a problem with the sink or the shower wasn’t running.

Your fears are confirmed when your wife steps into his arms and they kiss. It’s not a casual kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that lovers share. In that moment, you know that your friend is fucking your wife. You’re almost certain it’s happened before. This is just the first time they’ve been caught.

You consider your options. You have a key to the pool house. You could let yourself in and scream at them. You could punch Justin. You could throw him out onto the street.

You could do nothing. You could let your wife cheat on you. You could let her fuck your good friend without doing anything.

You could watch. You could sneak out through the back door like your wife did. You could tip toe across the lawn. You could look through the curtain, which is still open just a little. You could embrace the fact that your dick is hard. You could follow your lust and see what happens.

You put on a robe and walk downstairs. You stand at the back door and look out. You look across the yard at the pool house. You know your wife is doing something dirty with your friend.

You take a moment to consider what you’re about to do. Do you really want to watch your wife fuck someone else? Do you really want to see her get lost the pleasure of having your friend inside her?

Your cock answers for you. It’s hard. In fact, you feel a strangely pleasurable tingling sensation between your legs. It’s arousal, but it’s different than usual. It’s more powerful. Much more powerful, in fact.

It’s that arousal that compels you to open the door and step out onto the lawn. It’s that arousal that compels you to cross the soft, wet grass and stop in front of the pool house door.

All you have to do is take one step to the left and you’ll see whatever is happening inside. The light is still on. The curtain is open enough to let you look inside. It’s pitch black in the backyard. They won’t be able to see you.

Your heart pounds. You feel a little lightheaded. You feel a strange compulsion to stroke your cock. You resist the urge. Masturbating in your backyard feels like a step too far.

You take that step to the left. You look into the pool house. You see Justin standing in front of the couch you bought a year ago. You see your wife on her knees in front of him. You see his hand in her blonde hair. You see his eyes closed and his mouth open. You see her head moving back and forth.

You’re watching your wife suck Justin’s cock. There’s no question about it. She’s on her knees with another man’s cock in her mouth. She’s giving a blowjob.

You’re erect. You’re rock hard, in fact. You hear Justin groan. He’s groaning because your wife is sucking his cock.

You’re jealous. She hasn’t sucked your cock in months, maybe longer. Nowadays it only seems to happen on your birthday and a few times during the year when you’ve been a particularly good husband.

She’s sucking Justin’s cock, though. By the look on his face, she’s doing it vigorously, too. She’s offering him the kind of blowjob she used to offer you. You can see she’s got a hand working him too. Perhaps she’s stroking his shaft or playing with his balls while her mouth works him. Either way, she’s making him feel great while you’re watching from outside the pool house.

Your wife stands. Justin kisses her. It’s a passionate kiss. It’s beautiful. It’s the kind of kiss you wish you shared with her more often. Your hand moves closer to your crotch. It’s getting more difficult to resist masturbating.

Justin slips the satin robe off your wife’s shoulders. They kiss as his hands move over the nightie. He caresses her lower back and ass. He plays with her breasts.

Her hands are moving between his legs. She’s jerking him off as they kiss. She’s stroking the cock she just sucked. There’s no question they’re going to fuck. They’re not just fooling around. They’re not getting to know each other. They’ve been having sex behind your back and they’re going to do it again.

Your wife steps back. She pushes the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. It falls to the floor and lands at her feet. She’s naked. She took her panties off before she entered the pool house.

Justin pulls off his shirt. He’s naked. He’s in better shape than you are. His dick is a little bigger than yours, too. You feel overwhelmed with jealousy. Your insecurity flares up. Is she fucking him because he’s in better shape? Is she fucking him because his cock is bigger?

Your wife approaches Justin. He takes her into his arms. They kiss again. Their bodies seem to fit together so well. His hands move over her back and ass. Her hands move over his skin. They seem to be made for each other.

The passionate connection you’re witness to drives you crazy with jealousy, but there’s just as much lust in there. Your dick is so hard it hurts. You decide you’ll set it free. You’re not going to masturbate. You just want it to stop pressing against your pajama pants.

It feels good to let it out. You rub the head just a little. The pleasure is electric. There’s something about watching your wife with your friend that thrills you. It’s naughty.

Justin picks her up and sits on the couch. They continue kissing as she grinds in his lap. He’s not inside her yet, but his big dick is rubbing against her pussy.

Your wife reaches down and guides the head of Justin’s cock inside her. She opens her mouth. You hear her moan. Justin fills her. He’s inside your wife.

She sinks down onto his cock. You watch it disappear inside her. You watch someone else fuck your wife. You watch him fuck her without a condom. They didn’t even make an effort to look. They’re not bothering with protection. They don’t care. They’re completely lost in their desire for each other. They just want to fuck. They just want to get off.

Your wife begins to ride him. They kiss as she does. He plays with her tits. His hands caress the soft, perky flesh. He gently rolls her nipples between his fingers.

The sex is slow and sensual. You play with the head of your cock. You’re not going to masturbate in full, but it won’t hurt to touch it a little. It feels so good. You’re watching your wife slowly, sensually ride his dick and it feels so fucking good just to touch yourself a little.

Your wife leans forward. Justin takes her nipple into his mouth. She tilts her head back and moans. Another man is fucking your wife and sucking on her breast. He’s making her moan as he does it. He’s making her feel so good.

Your wife rides him faster. He moves to her other nipple. He squeezes her ass and helps her ride him. Her moans are getting louder. You can hear them. You can hear it all.

Your wife is cumming. She’s cumming on Justin’s cock. You’ve seen her recent orgasms. You know they haven’t been as good as the one she just had on your friend’s dick.

Her pace slows. They share a remarkably deep, sensual kiss. It’s the kind of grateful kiss a woman gives a man after he’s made her cum in a way she knows she’ll remember for a long time. It’s the kind of kiss your wife hasn’t given you in years.

She rests her forehead against his. She says something. You can’t hear it. You wonder what she said. Did she thank him for a great orgasm? Did she tell Justin that he’s so much better than you? Did she tell him she has to rush back to your bed to make sure she doesn’t get caught?

They kiss again. Justin stands up and moves your wife to her back. He’s still inside her. They start having sex again. Her legs wrap around his waist. He’s making love to her. They’re kissing. Her hands move all over his back. His cock is doing wonderful things to her. It’s making her feel so good.

You stroke yourself. Your wife just had an orgasm. You see no reason to deny yourself the pleasure you crave. If she gets to feel good then you should get to feel good.

Justin fucks her harder. He fucks her faster. You have a good angle. You can see his cock moving in and out of her pussy. It’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful.

Your legs tremble. You feel lightheaded. Your dick is hard. Your balls are tight against your body. Justin is pumping your wife’s pussy with his big cock. He’s fucking the woman you love. He’s fucking the woman you bought a house with.

Your wife holds his head in her hands. She says something. She says it again.

You know what she said. You know what she said and it turns you on. You run your hand over the head of your dick. You stroke. You feel the pleasure.

“Cum inside me.” That’s what she said. Your wife told Justin to cum inside her. She told another man to cum in her pussy.

Justin fucks her faster. He kisses her. He pushes his cock into her pussy and holds it there. He does what your wife wanted.

You feel an intense surge of pleasure between your legs. There’s an explosion of lust. You cum hard. You have to work not to cry out. You stroke yourself through the orgasm. The pleasure is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

Justin is still inside your wife. They’re kissing. You’re watching. You’re cumming. You feel jealous. You feel turned on. You feel deeply satisfied.

You put your cock back in your pajama pants and cross the lawn once more. You let yourself into the house and go upstairs. You climb into bed. You lay there and stare at the ceiling.

You just masturbated to your wife fucking someone else. You jerked off and had an incredible orgasm. You found immense satisfaction in it. You feel embarrassed. You feel satisfied.

In your post-orgasmic bliss, sleep comes quickly. You dream of the sex you watched. You dream of how beautiful it was. You dream of the orgasm you had.

You wake up with a smile on your face. Morning light fills the bedroom. You roll over and see your wife in the black satin nightie. You cuddle up next to her.

She stirs. “Good morning,” she says.

“Good morning,” you reply.

Your wife presses her ass into your crotch. She’s almost never amorous in the morning these days. You press your crotch into her ass. She moans.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asks.

“What?” you say.

“Last night. Did you enjoy the show?” she asks again.

What else could she be asking about? Does she know that you watched her and Justin fuck? Did she see you? Were you wrong about the backyard being dark enough to hide you?

“What?” you say again.

You don’t want to admit you watched. It would make you sound like a pervert.

Your wife rolls over. She kisses you softly. Her fingers trace down your arm and between your legs. She grasps your cock, which is already half hard.

“Your cum was all over the pool house door, darling. It was quite a mess, in fact. So, I ask again, did you enjoy the show?”

You’ve been caught. There’s no escaping it.

“Yes, I enjoyed the show,” you answer.

Your wife releases your cock. “Good. There’ll be an encore performance tonight. Same time. Same place. I hope you’ll attend.”

She gets out of bed. You watch her walk into the bathroom. You know you’ll attend. After last night’s orgasm, you can’t resist.