She is on her knees before him, spitting, stroking, licking.  She engulfs his massive rod in her mouth.  Her nose is buried in his pubic hair.  Saliva is dripping from her mouth down his balls, onto her chest and the carpet of the hotel room.  His hands move to frame her head and force her even further down, holding her in place until, by the slightest of movements, she involuntarily signals that she must come up for air.  He releases her and she pops his cock out of her mouth.  It is magnificent in its size and hardness, glistening with her spit.  She strokes it and looks up into his eyes with pure lust, gasping.

Her nipples stand out erect as a testament to her intense arousal.  How wet she must be, how ready for him.  She is in another world now, one inhabited only by the two of them, both naked, both hungry.  The act between them will be intense, violent, unbridled.  Her orgasms will echo off the walls.  Afterward, she will be a complete wreck.

I sit in the chair, taking this all in.  I, too, am completely naked.  My cock strains against its boundaries as if it would break the skin if it could.  I am free to touch myself but refrain.  I am mesmerized by the scene playing out before me.  I give willing consent, and my intense arousal stands as a clear indication of how much it turns me on to see my wife like this. 

And yet I am conflicted.  The mere fact that she needs more than I can give her creates an emptiness inside me.  I never for a moment doubt the depth of her love for me.  Afterward, she will swear her devotion, thank me profusely, profess that she is the most fortunate woman on earth.  Watching her like this, the emotions well up within me, I feel the conflict swirl.  Love, devotion, desire, arousal, jealousy, hurt, inadequacy.

I know the rules.  No touching her.  Otherwise, I am free to move about the room.  I am a voyeur only, able to take it all in from whatever vantage point I choose.  It is like being the lead cameraman for an adult film scene.  Except the female lead is my wife.  Her wedding ring – the one I worked and saved so hard to place on her finger – glistens in the light.  She stopped taking it off some time ago.  The brazenness of her flaunting it is both a punch in the gut and causes more precum to leak from my member, puddling on my lower belly.

They are on the bed now.  She is on all fours.  Her preferred position for initial entry.  Her long, lean body is so alluring like this.  Her soccer-mom breasts, perfect 34-Bs, curve gently beneath her.  Her back moves in a gradual arc to her round, firm ass.  The line descends past her toned thighs, turning at right angles into her calves and ankles.  My breathing is becoming ragged as he positions himself behind her. 

My god, his cock is massive.  His body is like an Adonis.  She likes them young.  He can’t be more than twenty-five.  He is clearly turned on by her, despite, or perhaps because of, the twenty or so years between them.  I can tell he has experience with this, despite his tender age.  How many encounters like this has he experienced, I wonder.  How many marriages has he violated?  How many screams has he elicited from women whose insatiable thirst can only be quenched in this way?

He is teasing her now, rubbing his tip up and down her slit.  I can smell her arousal.  Her face is scrunched in some combination of agony and eager anticipation.  He slaps his cock against her ass.  The sharp sounds of his hardness on her firm backside echo throughout the room.

He is about to destroy her.  If I so much as touch myself, I will explode.

Finally, finally, he enters her.  Slowly, just a fraction of an inch at a time. She gasps nonetheless, not so much at his girth as at the completion that this mere act represents.  All artificial constraints fall away as she happily welcomes him into her most inner sanctum.  The act I am witness to is pure intimacy in its most raw and frighteningly beautiful form. 

My heart races with desire as her moan turns to a grunt when he bottoms out inside her.  He is touching places in her that I cannot, both physically and metaphorically.  Emotionally, perhaps.  That is where the pangs of sadness come from.   I do know that for the next hours, she will love him intensely.  That is the magical thing about her – her ability to be completely in the moment.   She never loses contact with me, but I am locked away – distantly so – as she gives herself completely – completely – to him.  I cannot imagine what that must be like, though I try.

They are fucking now.  Hard.  His easy, romantic rhythm has given way to animal instinct.  She is screaming.  His name.  Oh god.  I am drawn unconsciously out of my chair and find myself sliding beneath her, my face mere inches from his cock slamming into her pussy.  The one she betrothed faithfully to me lo those many years ago.  Before her needs, desires, cravings took her elsewhere.  Her nectar coating his cock is clearly visible upon every near-total withdrawal.  But only for a microsecond before he thrusts roughly back into her, his mid-section making a loud smack as it hits the back of her legs and ass. 

Unspeakable vulgarities utter forth from her mouth as he pleases her in ways that only a bull can.  I stare transfixed.  His balls swing mightily as he hammers himself into her.  Her lips are stretched out tightly around him.  How I wish I could flick my tongue against her clit right now, capture just a small taste of her arousal, and perhaps become a very minor bit player in this fantasy scene.  But that is forbidden, and I know it.  This is between them, and only them. 

As I continue to stare, her urgent screams intensify.  She is peaking.  Suddenly her lips begin to unfold.  I quickly slide out from my vantage point.  I know the rules.  I kneel beside the bed as her body ejects him and fluid rains forth, drenching him and the bed.  Her body spasms involuntarily as a long, guttural moan emits from her.  I am safe from the splash, as I am commanded to be.  I cannot even be a peripheral part of this coupling.

I move back to the chair, slumping dejectedly as I watch them move through positions and around the room.  I don’t even try to count the number of her orgasms.  She is lost in him now.  I am a passive viewer.  It’s as if I’m not in the room.  The sadness washes over me, and yet precum is leaking even more profusely and my cock feels as if it’s about to explode.  My entire body is alive.  I so desperately want to touch myself and it takes every ounce of my will to refrain.  I lose track of time as the real-life porn scene before me stretches out.  He owns her body, mind, soul.

Finally, they return to the bed.  She lays back and spreads herself wide for him again.  The look in her eyes as he mounts her – lust, desire, pleading.  Love?  They are coupling again, but the cadence, the intensity, is different.  He is clearly building to his climax.  She urges him on with an almost childlike desperation.  Her nails dig into his back.  She is locked onto him, her eyes piercing right through him. 

She screams for him to cum inside her.  So that taboo will be broken tonight.  The condoms fell away some time ago but never has she accepted her bull’s seed.  I am troubled by this but powerless to do anything about it.  I watch helplessly as he picks up his pace.  Her screams become more intense.  She begs him to give it to her, to make her pregnant, to give her a baby.  My chest tightens while my cock twitches.  My cum is poised to fly. 

He picks up pace.  Her eyes plead.  She kisses him fervently.  He emits a roar as empties himself into her and her most violent orgasm yet rips through her as she wraps her legs around him and pulls him in tight. Tears are rolling down her face as she collapses below him.  His hands run through her hair and he calls out his amazement and devotion.  Their eyes are locked on each other.  Their kisses and caresses become passionate and tender.  She whispers, loud enough for me to hear, that she could fall in love with him.  He smiles and kisses her harder.

I still haven’t touched myself.  I am waiting.  An eternity passes before he withdraws and rolls off her.  She is a wounded animal.  The entire room is a mess, as is she.  Gradually she comes to.  She rolls to one side and looks in my direction.  Poor baby, she sighs, with that curious mixture of endearment and condescension.  She pushes herself up and perches on the edge of the bed facing me.  Her legs are spread wide, and my eyes are drawn between them, where his essence flows out of her onto the bed.  She remains there for me to take in the view.  It is agonizing and terribly exciting to see.

Without a word she stands and walks the few short steps to my chair.  She smiles as she straddles me, squatting slightly so that her pussy is poised a few inches above my painful erection.  His load is massive, and it continues to leak out, dripping now directly onto my cock.  The first warm drops send a thrill through me, the sheer naughtiness of it all causing my entire midsection to tighten.  At the same time, I feel a pain in my chest as the humiliation of the moment seeps in. 

She removes herself and resumes her wide-legged perch on the bed.  He is behind her now, his legs straddling her body as he brushes her hair aside and tenderly kisses her neck.  I begin to stroke myself, using his cum as lubricant.  It takes only a brief moment for me to build to near release.  I edge myself for a few minutes, staring at them intently.   She is masturbating herself, her eyes closed.  I am locked out of her world again.  I can hold back no longer.  The cum erupts into the air above me and lands everywhere.  The feeling is agony and ecstasy.

I am coming down when she tells me I need to leave now.  I am startled.  This has never happened before.  I begin to protest but she cuts me off firmly, but not unkindly.  They will be spending the night.  I should take the car and she will find a way home tomorrow. 

I clean myself off, gather my clothes, put them on, and head toward the door.  I take a last glance backward and notice him hardening again as they fall into an intimate embrace, tongues dancing, bodies entwined, their world enclosing around them with me outside it.  I walk through the door into the evening alone.