My heart pounded in my chest, the cramped wardrobe barely big enough to contain my shaking body. I pressed myself against the back wall, straining to keep silent as the door creaked open. Sarah entered, her laughter soft, accompanied by the deep murmur of another voice. A tall, broad-shouldered man with chiseled features and an easy confidence that radiated off him. He was everything I wasn’t, and my stomach twisted.

They didn’t hesitate. The door clicked shut, and their hands were on each other immediately. Sarah’s blouse hit the floor, followed by his shirt, revealing a lean, muscular frame. My pulse thundered in my ears as I watched, frozen in disbelief.

She moaned softly, her lips capturing his as her fingers unbuckled his belt. The sound burned in my chest, and I bit down hard on my lip to stifle the growl of rage building within me.

As his trousers dropped to the floor, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The sight of him, fully erect, made me freeze. It was enormous, far bigger than mine, and the way Sarah looked at it made my stomach churn. Her eyes lit up, wide with desire, her lips parting as if she were staring at a feast after years of starvation. That look was one I hadn’t seen from her in a long time.

I had been ready to burst out of the wardrobe, to confront her and this stranger, but something stopped me. Fascination, humiliation, maybe a sick mix of both. I watched her sink to her knees before him, her hands sliding up his thighs as she leaned forward.

Her lips parted, and she took him in her mouth with a hunger I hadn’t realised she possessed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Sarah devoured him with a sloppy, eager enthusiasm I’d never seen before. Her head bobbed, her lips gliding along his length, saliva gleaming in the dim light. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, each one twisting something deep inside me. His hands curled in her hair, guiding her movements as his hips thrust forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth.

I should have stopped it. I should have thrown the wardrobe door open and ended this betrayal right then and there. But I didn’t. Something held me back, something darker, something I couldn’t admit to myself. I wanted to watch.

The scene before me, as wrong as it was, had a hold on me. Heat built in my body, undeniable and humiliating. I was turned on. I was completely rock hard, harder than I have been in a long time. 

They moved toward our bed, their bodies tangled as they kissed and touched each other. My breath was shallow, my chest tight as I watched my wife lead him to the bed we shared. 

She climbed onto it first, her bare skin glowing in the soft light. My stomach churned, but I couldn’t stop myself. My hand moved almost instinctively, slipping down as I began to stroke myself. 

When she mounted him, her movements slow and deliberate, I froze. Her back arched as she slid down onto him, and the sound that escaped her lips was unlike anything I’d heard before.

“Oh god, Jase,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

Her head fell back, her hands clutching his chest as her hips began to move, her moans filling the room. The shame, the anger, and the desire all tangled into one.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her hips as they moved in slow, deliberate rolls, grinding down on him with a rhythm that sent shockwaves through the room. His massive length disappeared into her, stretching her in ways I never had, and the sight of it sent a jolt straight through me. She was wild, her chest thrust out, her hair hanging down. 

“Oh god, Jase! Yes, just like that. You’re so fucking deep!” she cried out, her voice breathless and filled with a kind of ecstasy I hadn’t heard in years. Each moan, every gasp, only stoked the fire building inside me.

I’d stopped fighting it. I wasn’t angry anymore; I was mesmerised. The way she lost herself completely, utterly consumed by the pleasure, was impossibly hot. My hand moved faster as I stroked myself, matching her rhythm, the heat in my body growing unbearable.

Her moans grew louder, her voice echoing in the room. “Oh god, Jase! Yes, yes, yes!” The sound of her calling his name should have gutted me, but instead, it drove me over the edge. I stroked harder, my breaths shallow and ragged, lost in the undeniable thrill of watching my wife in this raw, uninhibited state. 

His grunts grew louder, each thrust harder and faster as he drove up into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with Sarah’s moans and cries of pleasure. Her movements became frantic, her hips bucking wildly as she rode him, chasing her climax.

Then, with a deep, guttural grunt, his body stiffened. His hips thrust up hard one final time, buried fully inside her, and I could see his balls tighten with each pulse as he came. Sarah’s moans peaked into a high-pitched cry as she came with him. The sight of her trembling, her body quaking as he filled her, was too much.

My own body tensed, the pleasure crashing over me in waves. I exploded, my release hot and sticky against my hand as I watched them collapse into each other, breathless and sated.

Panting, I leaned back against the wardrobe, trying to steady myself. My hand was slick, I wiped it clean on one of Sarah’s dresses that hung next to me. My heart raced as I looked at them tangled on the bed, their sweat-slicked bodies glowing in the dim light. Shame and exhilaration warred within me, but one thing was clear: I couldn’t unsee this moment, and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to.