“I swear,” she said to herself in a whisper, peeping through the partially opened door, “That’s all he thinks about.”
Crystal stood naked except for her sleep shirt which did not completely cover her ass nor her smooth-shaven pussy. She was spying on her best friend’s husband, Terry while he stood in the bathroom, jacking off again. His iPhone lay on the granite countertop in front of him, glowing in the darkness with the pornography that held his lustful gaze.
Kristy, his wife had confided in her of his addiction to masturbation. Of how he would, in the still of the night, creep from their bed and do his not-so-secret deed. She told of his search history that she had snooped through when he showered.
He was not particular. Milf porn, barely legal girls, redheads, brunettes, or blonds, it didn’t matter. He had searched them all, dark porn subjects such as incest and even old Macdonald's farm subjects that no one would talk about. Who knows what he was stroking to.
Kristy told her that it didn’t matter how dirty she was with him nor how many times they fucked in any given night, he would still do it. It did frustrate her at first, even made her jealous but she didn’t know how to confront him about it so she just accepted that that was who he was.
Crystal had known of his crush on her. How he watched her and even touched himself when he thought she didn’t see. Secretly it turned her on because the attraction was mutual. He was good-looking after all. She wondered if he had ever made himself come while thinking of her. Had he any pictures on his phone of her? Did he stroke to them?
She found her fingers sliding slowly in and out of her soaked pussy as she watched. He was naked, his back to her but she could tell he was stroking. He didn’t moan nor speak. The only sound was the rapid fapping of his hand and his grunting breaths.
She could tell that he was close. His strokes grew faster and his breathing, deeper.
This wasn’t the first time she had caught him. There had been several times over the last year that she had lived with them. It was only recently that she began to watch. This was the first time she touched herself while she watched. She hardly believed what she was doing or how wet her pussy was.Â
She wondered what he was stroking to. She wondered if it was a picture or video he had made of her. She just had to know. She looked back at her friend’s bedroom door. It wouldn’t do for Kristy to catch her watching her husband stroke. The hall was dark and the door was closed. She took a deep breath and then two steps, quietly to the bathroom door.