Here I was, standing inside our mini sauna closet installed in the corner of our rec room. I’d installed a one-way mirrored window in the sauna door last week. Debbie, my wife and I had both agreed that the rec room would be the perfect place for her to have sex with Gus. My one request to her was that I wanted to watch, just like I had done when I had come home early from a cancelled meeting and discovered Debbie and Gus in the middle of copulation.

We had reached an agreement between us during long discussions after Debbie and Gus’s first dalliance.  There were provisos. She told me that she wasn’t comfortable with me being in the same room with her while she was intimate with Gus. She did, however, agree that I could watch as long as I didn’t make my presences known. Hence my reason for being entrenched in our sauna closet with a one-way mirrored glass window. It also satisfied my own wishes, as I did not want to be the third shoe in the room. That would have not only been awkward but also very embarrassing for me. On one level, knowing that Gus was aware that I knew he was being intimate with Debbie was one thing. Being in the same room with him and seeing his eyes laughing at my cuckold soul was more than I could ever abide.

Looking through that one-way window gave me a perfect view of the pull-out couch where she would bring him to do the deed. If you’d have told me a week ago I would be hiding in our sauna with the express purpose of watching my wife have sex with another man, I would have laughed in your face. Yet here I was, fully engaged in behaviour I would have considered degenerate a few short days ago. To top everything off, my cock was as hard as steel and already dripping profuse amounts of pre-cum. I was already so aroused that I was certain if I touched myself through my pants, I would instantly explode in a huge orgasm.

I had left them together only fifteen minutes ago. Gus thought I was going to a four-hour meeting, but Debbie knew exactly where I was going. When I had left, she gave me an intense goodbye kiss and had whispered in my ear.

She said with a coy smile, “Enjoy the show, my love. I can’t wait for you to reclaim me.”

I never suspected that she knew about reclaim sex. What had happened to my innocent wife of only a few weeks ago? How would she have found out about such a concept?

Combined with the agonizing wait, the conflicting emotions running through my head made me a complete wreck. I could hear the murmur of Debbie and Gus’s voices in the living room through the slightly opened air vents in the door I stood behind. How long was it going to be before the show began? What were they talking about and what was taking so long? My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt light-headed.

Minutes later, which seemed like hours, I heard footsteps coming down the split-level stairs to our rec room. Debbie appeared. She was holding Gus’s hand and leading him into the room. They stopped, as Debbie turned to Gus and turned her lips upward. They kissed which turned into a long passionate embrace. Finally, Debbie broke away and led Gus to the pullout sofa.

I heard Debbie say, “Gus baby, it makes into a bed. Why don’t you pull it out so we can be comfortable? You do want to be comfortable, don’t you?”

Gus obviously thought it was a terrific idea as he scrambled to comply with her suggestion. While Gus struggled with the sofabed, Debbie glanced in my direction. She smiled that Mona Lisa look that so many women are capable of and winked towards my hiding place.

I was torn between rushing out and instantly taking her myself or waiting for our very first deliberate cuckolding of myself. My lust for Debbie was so intense, but my feet were frozen to the floor. My licentious desires won out. I stayed still and watched intently for my next fix in this wicked game we were playing.

I had already realized I was completely hooked on my new drug. It was just like the most addictive drug sold by drug pushers. Several weeks earlier, when I inadvertently had voyeuristically watched Debbie and Gus, I knew immediately that I was consumed by this new drug. There was no other choice now than to endure my addiction. My hope was that I would survive it, but if not I was prepared to do anything for my next hit, even if it meant I would end up a burnt-out husk in a ditch on some skid row street.

I had explained my compulsion to Debbie and she had on some level gained partial understanding. Not fully, but enough that she had agreed to help me. I don’t think she fully understood the lascivious path I was now journeying down, but at least she was trying to comprehend. I explained to her that watching was certainly part of my kink, but even more important was watching her. Without her involved, it meant nothing to me.

I had heard and understood the term cuckold and recognized it on an intellectual level, but there was more to this than just the simple definition of the word. It might take me decades to fully comprehend the levels of intemperance I had descended into. In the meantime, I had to have my drug, no matter what. Thankfully Debbie was a partner that would help me get those fixes. For that I was grateful, but I couldn't help wonder how this would affect us in the end.

After finally getting the fold-out bed open, Gus stood in front of Debbie. I had a perfect side view of them from my hiding place. It was obvious from the bulge in his pants, that Gus was ready to go. He reached out and pulled Debbie into his arms and kissed her. A long lingering kiss that I could see they both enjoyed. Watching them caused my level of extreme anxiety and carnality to rise exponentially.

Gus pulled away and reached down to the belt tying Debbie’s wraparound dress closed.

He looked into her eyes and asked, “May I?”

Debbie replied, “Please do.”

Undoing the belt caused her dress to slowly open in front of him. He reached up and pushed the dress off her shoulders. It slowly fell away from her body onto the floor. She was a vision of pure lust dressed only in her black bra, panties, garter belt and matching stockings. I saw Gus devour her with his eyes.

Debbie also would not be denied. She began to unbutton Gus’s shirt. Once it was open, Gus helped by shrugging it off his back where it joined her dress on the floor. Debbie also admired the maleness of the body Gus revealed for her pleasure. Gus was well formed, with a strong muscular chest and arms. He had almost no hair on his chest but his pecs were well defined, framed below with washboard abs. He wasted no time in adding his pants and underwear to the pile on the floor.

In all of his nakedness, Gus now stood in front of Debbie. I could see she was well pleased with his masculinity. Gus’s seven-inch cock was rock hard and stood straight up against his belly. Debbie sat down on the edge of the bed, which placed his equipment directly in front of her face. She reached up and gripped his cock in her hand. She had to pull it down to line it up with her mouth.

I watched her tenderly kiss up and down his shaft and all over the head of his cock. Then she slowly sucked it into her mouth. Seven inches was just a bit too long to get it all in, but most of it disappeared into her warm oral furnace. I could hear the sucking noises as she lavished her tongue around his shaft. She did it slowly and sensuously. Gus groaned. I couldn’t blame him. I knew the feelings she was producing in his tortured flesh tube.

Gus pushed her away and pulled Debbie to her feet. He hungrily kissed her again. While engaging her with his lips, he undid her bra and let it slip away. I saw his hands gently cup her breasts in his palms. Pam actually shivered at his touch. Their kiss continued as his hands dropped to the waist of her panties and pushed them down over her hips. She helped by lifting one leg and using her own hands to push them until they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the growing pile of clothes. Now all she wore were her stockings and her garter belt. I felt sure that Gus would leave those on. He now had full access to everything he needed and those small pieces of lingerie that were left only enhanced the womanliness before him.

I watched as they broke apart only to rejoin in their kissing as they lay down on the pull-out sofa. The kissing had now progressed to wanton, open-mouth kissing. I could actually see their tongues dancing together as they shared the depths of each other’s mouths. Neither of their pair of hands was idle as they necked. Hers were wrapped around his throbbing cock, while he was caressing every part of her body he could reach.

Gus broke the kiss and pushed Debbie onto her back. He worked his lips down her neck, spending the time to nibble the hollows of her shoulders. All the while he caressed her breasts, occasionally lightly pinching her nipples. I saw that her nipples were extremely puckered and hard. Now it was Debbie’s turn to moan. Her eyes were closed as she relished the feelings washing over her.

He kissed his way down to those beautiful orbs, sucking each nipple into his willing mouth. As his mouth replaced his hands, they wandered lower searching for that slit between her legs. I saw Debbie’s legs involuntarily open to allow him access. Her hands were on his head, guiding him lower on her body. Then his face passed over her landing strip and hovered above her slit. I saw him feast on the intimacy of the vulva that had only been mine up until a few short weeks ago.

Debbie spread her legs wide as his head lowered. Then I heard him suck her lips into his mouth, first one then the other. He left no part of her honey pot unexplored, finally digging his tongue into the folds and tasting her free-running nectar. Debbie kept her hands on his head, guiding him to those areas she most felt pleasure in.

Then Gus got down to real work and began to tongue up and down her folds. With each pass, he spent more and more time concentrating on her clit. Debbie’s head swung side to side as she moaned and exhorted Gus to make her cum. For a twenty-year-old, the guy he had moves far beyond his years. Intentionally, he dragged out the agony of taking Debbie to the very edge and then backing off to then do it all over again. She crested over and over until he finally relented and concentrated only on her clit.

Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. It lasted well over a minute as she spasmed beneath his ministrations. Finally, she could take it no more.

Pushing his head away, she told him, “Please, no more, I can’t take it!”

Gus raised his head and slid up beside her. Taking her in his arms, he held her as she eased away from the intense orgasm she’d experienced. I watched as she cuddled against him. She tucked her head under his chin against his chest as they held each other.

My stomach flipped over. Seeing them intimately together was almost more than I could bear. The obvious enjoyment of being in each other’s arms far outweighed the intensity of them having sex. This part I was not ready for. My heart heaved and I felt tears drop from my eyelids. What had I done?

Despite the overwhelming dread I felt, my feet seemed like lead. Even with the evidence of real emotional attachment directly in front of me, my lust for my addiction held me rooted behind the door of my hiding place. I waited with anxiety and a salacious hunger for the next act.

It began with a very short intermission on the part of the two lovers. Debbie reached down and began to stroke Gus. I suspected she would go down on him and finish the oral attention she had begun earlier in their tryst. Gus, however, had other ideas. He pushed her onto her back again and climbed between her legs. I saw him grab his cock to line it up with her love tunnel. Debbie had already spread her legs as wide as possible and was looking down between their bodies so she could watch him begin to penetrate her. With fascination, I watch Gus sink down and fully embed himself in Debbie's willing love tunnel.

They both groaned as he bottomed out and pushed his pubes hard against her mound. Debbie reached around him with both arms and pulled him close. They stayed unmoving, savouring the feeling of the joining of their bodies. They kissed, open-mouthed, closing the circle between their genitals and their mouths. I could visualise the surges of electricity that flowed in the circuit through them. I imagined their hearts pounding as mine was in my own chest. I didn’t dare touch myself as I knew I would explode.

Gus could not ignore the feeling Debbie’s vagina was causing his cock. I knew that pulsating grip she was capable of, even when you stayed still. Gus was experiencing her velvety glove which would surely and inevitably suck his sperm out of his body. His choice was to let her continue or take control as a man and thrust into his woman so that his essence was buried as deep as possible. Gus was no different than most men. He began to forcefully thrust in and out of Debbie's pussy. Debbie’s black nylon-covered legs flew up into the air. Gus wrapped his arms under her knees to open her even further as he increased the speed of his fucking. I heard Debbie orgasm and watched her hips spasm as Gus continued his assault on her willing body.

He soon brought her to another crashing orgasm and then I saw his own convulsions start as he filled her with his potent seed. Three, five, eight spurts of hot cum shot into Debbie before he finally relaxed. I could see the white juice slowly ease out around his buried cock. Finally, they rolled apart. Debbie lay there with her legs open. Her well-used quim was visible to my scorched eyes. It was so red and swollen with large globs of Gus’s cum flowing from her hole. A dark puddle was forming on the blanket under her.

They lay there panting together to catch their breath. Gus reached his arm around Debbie and pulled her close, Their eyes closed as they rested, obviously taking pleasure in their afterglow. Were they through? If that was Debbie and me, we would be through. That was for sure. However, Gus was young. I remembered being his age and once was never enough.

While I watched as they rested, I reached down and opened my zipper. My underwear was soaked! Pulling it aside caused my dick to pop out. Just the feeling of the cool air on it made me feel like I would orgasm. I began doing the 'nine times' table in my head, desperate to stop my impending ejaculation. It worked, but I was so close to the edge. I removed the rest of my clothes so that nothing would touch my cock. As I stood naked behind my door, I knew the least touch would release my pent-up emission. I concentrated on the view through my window.

Gus’s cock was lying flaccid on his stomach. It was covered with his man goo and her lubrication. I saw Debbie’s eyes open. She looked down Gus’s body to deliberately view his limp, soppy cock. I saw her smile to herself and watched as she took his cock in her hand. There was no hesitation in her movements as she jacked his sticky shaft. I watched in amazement as it began to stiffen.

Debbie upped her game by bending her head down and sucking his cock into her mouth. She seemed to savour the taste as she sucked his shaft clean. It popped out on the upstroke as clean as a whistle. Debbie continued her sucking. I suspected she was going for a load in her mouth. Again, Gus stopped her. He wanted her pussy and she wasn’t about to deny him.

This time, I watched Debbie roll over and present her ass to Gus. He got up on his knees and drove his hard cock into her pussy in one stroke. This time, there was no savouring of being inside her pussy. He began to fuck her as hard as he could.

I watched her ass cheeks quiver with each of Gus’s pounding thrusts into her body. This was just pure animal lust on Gus’s part, yet Debbie clearly revelled in his attack. Gus used his hands on the apex of Debbie’s hips to pull her hard against him with each inward thrust. At times, he alternated his hands between her hips and her swinging breasts, using them as well to pull her onto his cock.

I couldn’t see her face, but I heard Debbie’s first huge orgasm. Her body rippled with pleasure through her climax. Her pinnacle was so strong that I could actually see tremors in her thigh muscles. Gus didn’t even slow down for one second. He just continued to pile drive his cock into her cunt. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds caused by their combined juices from their previous fuck each time he bottomed out in her. I could even smell that sex whiff that comes from the combined nectar of a woman’s arousal and a man’s sperm.

Then I realized that Debbie was now having continuous orgasms. Through our marriage, I had often given Debbie more than one cum in a lovemaking session, but what I was now witnessing, I had never achieved with her. The signs were unmistakable. She’d reached a point where Gus’s relentless screwing had driven her into one continuous summit of pleasure. 

It was too overwhelming for Debbie. As the orgasms racked her body, she could no longer keep herself up on her knees. I saw her drop flat on the bed. Her legs were still splayed outward as Gus relentlessly possessed her with his driving cock.

With one final thrust, Gus held himself against her as he again injected spurt after spurt of his sperm into her wanton cunt. He collapsed on Debbie’s back. Both of them gasped for breath. I looked down and saw that sometime in the last moments, I had futilely spurted my own load all over the door I was standing behind. It dripped down the door as I realized I had no conscious recollection of my own orgasm. Yet the evidence was clearly and indisputably there in front of me.

Gus rolled off Debbie and she turned over. I watched Gus take Debbie’s hand in his as they both lay quietly side by side. My own wasted sperm dripped onto the floor and for some inexplicable reason, I felt a deep sadness flow through me. Silent tears welled up and slowly rolled down my face.

I watched Gus get up and dress. Debbie stayed on the bed as she watched too. Finished dressing, Gus went to Debbie's side of the bed, bent down and gave her a long lingering kiss. She actively returned it, pulling him to her with her arms. I heard them whisper to each other, but couldn’t make out the words. Then Gus turned and left. The front door clicked shut as he exited our house.

I saw Debbie lying quietly through my window. The bed she lay in was a rumpled mess and she looked truly and well used. She lifted her right arm off the bed, and with her hand, she motioned me to come to her.

Opening the door, I went to her waiting embrace. She looked up and saw my tears still drying on my face. With both arms, she reached out to me. I went into those welcoming arms and pressed my face against her naked breasts. She patiently held me against her body, letting me gain back some equilibrium in the rapport we had always shared.

I felt my extreme anxiety slowly ebb away as I listened to her regular heartbeat below my ear. Her arms, her warmth and the feel of her skin next to mine comforted my fears. I felt my own heartbeat slow and match the rhythm of hers.

She whispered softly in my ear, “It’s okay, baby, everything is alright. Please don’t cry, I’m right here with you.”

Even in the midst of my fears and the sadness I had felt, my body was already betraying me. I had hardened and it was poking into the side of Debbie’s thigh. We both felt it but left its physical presence unspoken between us. Debbie was still more concerned with my emotional well being.

She asked, “Was it too much to watch, baby? I’m so sorry it hurts you.”

I thought for a moment before answering. I knew that I had to be completely honest with Deb if we were to have any semblance of understanding what we had both just experienced. Not being honest would result in superficial and potentially hurtful consequences for our marriage. That, I could not bear.

I raised my head and looked at her. “Sweetheart, when I watched you and Gus climax that last time, it was so intense for me that I came all over the inside of the door without touching myself.”

Her eyebrows rose up as she looked at me quizzically. “Really?” she asked.

“Yes,” I responded, “And not only that, but I didn’t even know I had cum until I saw it dripping down the door. But then as my dick shrivelled up, I felt this wave of dejection flow over me. I couldn’t help the tears you saw when I came to you.”

I went on, “I was so turned on watching you I could hardly breathe. You were so beautiful and I could see that you had enjoyed so much pleasure with him. It made my heart almost burst with the love I felt for you. But after I had cum, a feeling that I might have lost you forever swept over me. It looked like you enjoyed the sex with Gus so much more and I saw the intimacy you both shared together. That part hurt so much, I could barely stand it.”

Debbie carefully considered my words before responding. Finally, she said, ”Oh baby, I’m so sorry it felt that way for you at the end. You don’t need to worry. I like Gus, but I don’t love him and never will. I love only you and no matter how nice the sex is, making love with you will always be better, because loving you gives me more enjoyment than any sex with Gus ever could.”

Debbie took my face in her hands and kissed me lovingly. The taste of her kiss was different. I realized it was a mixture of her sweat and love juices from both her and Gus. With the awareness of what I was experiencing. I felt flips in my stomach. My hunger for her turned the kiss into an open-mouthed need to show her my love and lust for her. She responded, meeting my desires with equal ferocity on her part.

I broke my kiss and looked down her body, taking in the sheen of sweat still on her breasts from her coupling with Gus. I also saw globs of gelatinous cum nestled in the bush on her mound. A need to reclaim her surged up inside me as I had never experienced. Rising up over top of her, I slipped a knee in between her thighs. She instantly responded to my obvious need and spread her legs wide. Debbie smiled up at me, holding her arms open in a welcoming gesture. Slipping between her legs, I positioned my self into her oh so familiar slot. My cock dipped into her folds, but today I didn’t need to use my hand to line myself up with her opening.

There was so much combined wetness of both Debbie and Gus, that my cock slipped right into her sheath. As I bottomed out, a slurpy sound accompanied the displacement of fluids already in her pussy. As I began thrusting away at her used love tunnel, their intermixed juices squirted out around my shaft and all over my balls. I could also feel that gooey mess in her bush mingling with my own pubes.

I had already cum once all over the inside of the door to my hiding place, so I felt no immediate need to cum again. I used this as an opportunity to pump in and out of Debbie as long as possible. Even though she had already risen to multiple climaxes, I could feel her responding to the rhythm of my thrusts.

We hungrily kissed as we made love. The feeling of her warm, slippery channel was indescribable. Our dance of love was so familiar to both of us that we both could tell we were approaching our orgasms. I desperately tried to hold out until she reached her peak. Finally, I felt her climax rush through her, not that intense type she had felt a short time ago with Gus, but a familiar, warm and gentle peak. It was enough for me and I added my own seed to the churning mix already in her pussy.

Spent, I rolled off Debbie, just as Gus had. We lay together side by side, just as they had. I searched for her hand and took it in mine, bringing it to my lips, I tenderly kissed her palm. Then we lay quietly as we enjoyed being close in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

We shared how much we loved each other. I felt content, safe and secure in Debbie’s love. No more tears or anxiety of Debbie’s devotion to us. Everything was alright for the moment.

We got up and showered together, then Debbie and I talked long into the night, sharing what we had both seen, felt and experienced. We talked about where to go from here and how we should handle things so that neither of us felt hurt or betrayed. I was amazed at how perceptive Debbie was of my needs and what we needed to do as a couple to make sure we stayed strong and committed to each other.

We made love again, this time starting with me going down on her and bringing her to a crashing orgasm before we coupled. Then we continued our conversation until we were completely talked out and sleep overcame us. Both of us were exhausted but satisfied as we had never been before. We had reached a fork in our relationship. The path we’d both agreed to was the one less travelled by most. I think we made the right choice for us, but then only time would tell.