Jacob sat in his car, watching from across the street. It was a cold, rainy night, and the only light that pierced the darkness was the dim glow of the television through the living room window. He was beginning to wonder if he had made the right decision in lying to his wife Elizabeth tonight. But he knew, deep down that something wasn't right. He had said he would be late home, and not to wait up, only to come home early and park up to watch their house.
Their marriage had been on shaky ground for a while now. She had changed over the last couple of months, becoming distant, and more secretive. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something from him. And then there were the late nights at work, the excuses about needing to finish up "important paperwork." It all added up to something that just didn't sit right with him.
He glanced down at his phone, flicking through texts and emails, trying to distract himself from the rising sense of unease that had settled in his stomach. But no matter what he did, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being played for a fool. And so, despite the cold and the rain and the nagging doubts in the back of his mind, he stayed where he was, knowing someone was with her, as there was an unfamiliar car filling their driveway.
Hours passed, the night seemingly endless. His eyes grew heavy, and his head began to nod forward. But just as he was about to give in to sleep, a flicker of movement caught his eye. He jerked upright in his seat, heart pounding, as he saw the silhouette of bodies in the living room window. They were moving together, entwined in a passionate embrace. The light flicked on, he could see them as they continued to kiss and touch each other.
Jacob’s mind reeled as he tried to process what he was seeing. He felt as if the world had been turned upside down as if everything he thought he knew about their marriage was a lie. He watched, transfixed, as they continued to kiss, their bodies moving in a rhythm that seemed so intimate, so familiar. He couldn't help but wonder how long this had been going on, how many times she had lied to him about being tired, about not wanting to make love.
The anger built up inside him like a pressure cooker, threatening to explode. He wanted nothing more than to storm into the house, confront her, and demand answers. But something held him back. Instead, he watched. They were in plain view, he watched as the man touched her body, removing her clothes as his hands touched her intimately.
Jacob's eyes narrowed as he watched the man begin to undress, revealing his muscular, tattooed body. The way he moved, the way he touched her, and for a brief moment, Jacob felt a pang of jealousy. He watched as she moved onto the sofa, the man climbed on top of her, his hips moving in an almost hypnotic rhythm. Jacob couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the man's physical prowess.
Jacob was parked across the street from their house, watching through the tinted windows of his car as the man was about to fuck his wife, Elizabeth, on their living room sofa. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; it was as if someone had snuck into his life and rewritten the script in the most vivid, twisted way possible. The man was big and muscular, his skin glistening with sweat as he prepared himself, holding his large erect penis over Elizabeth with her legs open ready. His hand stroking his length as he rubs her open folds. Jacob felt a strange mixture of anger, jealousy, and arousal well up inside him as he watched them.
He remembered the day they had moved into this house; how happy they had been, how much in love. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. They had been school sweethearts, and everyone had thought they were the perfect couple. They had gone to the same college, gotten married right after graduation, and started a family. Two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. Life had been good to them. But somewhere along the way, things started to change. Elizabeth had become distant, and withdrawn. She would spend hours on her phone, late at night, when Jacob was already asleep. He had suspected something was going on, but he had never imagined it would come to this.
Now, he watched as the man began to lick her, pushing his tongue deep inside her folds, he could see she was letting out excited moans of pleasure. Pulling his hair as she thrust into his face. Jacob's heart ached as he saw the look of desire and passion in her eyes. The way she threw her head back and arched into the man's touch. He wanted to reach out and stop it, to make her see how much she was hurting him, but he couldn't move. He was frozen, paralysed by the surreal scene playing out before him.
Jacob watched as his wife bucked and lifted from the man’s tongue, as his hands touched her body, he watched as the man made her climax, her wild thrashing a clear indication she was coming, and coming hard. With tears in his eyes, Jacob watched as the man's hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her down as he thrust his hard dick deep into her, pounding into her vigorously. He watches as he takes her deeper, harder. pounding into her over and over again. Jacob's vision blurred as the tears fell down his cheeks. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. All he could do was watch helplessly, as his world crumbled around him.
As if sensing his presence, the man looked up and met Jacob's gaze through the window. For a brief moment, there was a flicker of triumph in the man's eyes before he turned his attention back to Elizabeth. Jacob wanted to smash the window and leap into the room, to tear the man away from his wife and make him stop. But he knew that wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't undo what had been done.