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.

The man's movements grew more urgent, more intense. He began to pound into her harder, faster. Jacob couldn't take it anymore, he had to look away. He turned his head, staring blankly out the window, feeling the pain in his chest grow sharper. Turning back to watch, feeling his stomach knotting inside, their bodies in a timed rhythm until she screamed out, a scream that seemed to echo through the darkness, the man released himself deep inside her.

She lay there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. The man collapsed onto her, his weight pinning her to the sofa, their naked sweat-slicked bodies visible to anyone who looked in the window.

Jacob couldn't move. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. He wanted to believe that it was all just a dream, that when he woke up, everything would be back to normal. But he knew that wasn't true. He knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Finally, he watched as the man rolled off Elizabeth and she slowly sat up, wiping the sweat from her brow. Her gaze met Jacob's, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of regret, of guilt. But it was gone almost immediately, replaced by a look of determination, of finality. Jacob knew then that there was no going back, and that his life would never be the same. And as he watched her stand up and walk away, leaving the man on the sofa, he felt a new kind of pain, deeper than anything he had ever known. It was the pain of loss, of betrayal, of the love he had once shared with his wife.

A strange mixture of emotions coursed through Jacob's body. He felt betrayed, angry, and hurt. But he also couldn't deny the arousal that was building within him. He had never seen anyone make love the way the man had with his wife. It was almost as if he was possessing her, claiming her as his own.

He tried to steady his breathing, to calm the pounding of his heart. He didn't know what to do. Should he confront them? Should he pretend that he never saw anything? A part of him wanted to just go home and pretend that this never happened. But he knew deep down that that would be impossible.

Eventually, he started the car and pulled away from the curb. As he drove away from the house, he glanced back one last time. He wondered if they even knew it was him who had been there. And then, with a sigh, he turned the corner and drove off into the night. The thought of confronting her, of demanding answers and explanations, filled him with a sense of dread.

He didn't want to cause a scene, didn't want to ruin what little happiness they had found together. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that keeping silent would only be more painful in the long run. He would be living a lie, pretending that everything was okay when deep down, he knew it wasn't.

Jacob sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily. He knew that he couldn't keep driving around aimlessly. He needed to make a decision, to take some kind of action. As he continued to drive, he tried to imagine what his life would be like if he were to confront her. Would she admit to what she had done? Would she apologise? Or would she deny it, try to make him believe that it was all a mistake? The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he needed to at least give her a chance to explain before making any rash decisions.

As he pulled up, the unfamiliar car had gone, Jacob couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnect from the life he was returning to. Everything looked the same, but somehow it felt different. He knew that things could never be the same again, that their relationship would never recover from what had happened. But he also knew that he had to try, for both of their sakes.

With a heavy heart, Jacob climbed out of the car and walked up to the door, his fingers trembling as he fumbled with the key in the lock. As he opened the door and stepped inside, he was greeted by the familiar scent of his wife's perfume, and the flickering light of the candles she had lit in the living room. For a brief moment, he was tempted to pretend that everything was normal, that he hadn't seen what he had seen. But he knew deep down that he couldn't do that. He owed it to himself, and to her, to be honest about how he felt.

Taking a deep breath, Jacob walked into the living room and found her sitting on the sofa, her head hung low.

"Hey," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Can we talk?"

She looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what to say."

He sat down beside her, careful not to touch her.

"I think you should start by telling me the truth," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.

"I think you owe me that much."

End