I’m a voyeur and have been since I was in college, when I learned about Mom and Dad's cheating. I guess that taught me to never take fidelity for granted. In college, I actually saw my roommate Steve's girlfriend, Marilyn, with Tobias.

Watching how Marlyn reacted when his cock entered her was breathtaking for a virgin. It was something I never got over. I wanted to see it again. I was successful twice before I cashed in my V card.

When I married Lainey, I didn’t have high expectations of her marital virtue. So I did what a friend did to track his girlfriend; I got their text messages forwarded to me.

We were going to Steve's pool party with about fifty other guests at his, well, what most people would say was a mansion. He had an Olympic-sized pool, a huge patio, and three servers for the party, handling food and drinks. The yard was about five acres, with gazebos and paths that wound through the trees and shrubs.

A week before the party, I intercepted a text message to Lainey from a guy named Jermaine. I’d heard the name from her work, but I didn’t know him.

Hey Lainey, I was talking to Marcus, and he said that you’d be interested in meeting me at Steve's party on Saturday to get to know me better.

I’ve been there and know some private meeting places in their yard, and I even know how to find a bed if you’d prefer.

I’d love to see you there.

Jermaine

That message was a shock; I wasn't surprised exactly to find out she was getting that kind of message, but then again, I was. I didn't miss the implication that she'd already fucked Marcus. He was a Black guy and a manager at Lainey’s level.

A couple of days later, Jermaine texted her again.

Lainey

Yes, I know that grass area well. I used it with Jo Ellen. You said I don’t need a condom? Are you sure? I certainly prefer not to, and if you're okay without it, I am too. Yes, if you can, bring that too, though you can jump in the pool afterward and get rid of any evidence.

Jermaine

I wanted to witness it. See them together. I knew where they were meeting and exactly where to hide to watch. I got there early and found a hiding place. hoping I'd get a good view.

I settled in, waiting, with a video camera, when Jermain cautiously entered and laid down a beach towel placed perfectly for me to see. He was black, like I expected, but he wasn’t as overpowering physically. He wasn’t built like Marcus.

I didn’t expect Lainey to be any more faithful than what I'd seen in college, but I didn’t expect this. Witnessing it, close enough to photograph it. I was excited; it would be more powerful than even when I first saw Marilyn with Tobias. But there was also a black mist over everything. It’s going to hurt watching, but it's going to be erotic pain.

When Lainey arrived, she was hesitant and nervous. When she approached him, he went up to her, whispered in her ear, and then kissed her. “Yes, I’m ready, Jesus; I was ready when you first sent that text,” she said after looking around. “You’re sure this is private enough? I don’t…”

He stopped her talking by unbuttoning her top. “Shh. We’re not here to talk; we’re here so we can screw. That’s right, isn't it?"

I watched as she let him undress her. It was clear she was exaggerating when she said she was ready. When her breasts were in front of him, and he started kissing them, she stood there with her eyes closed. I felt the excitement I remembered from seeing Marilyn being fucked. What was new was the pain. This time it’s my wife I'm watching.

Why the hell am I crying, Landon? You knew what you were going to see. It’s exhilarating, arousing. I’m about to witness my wife with a black cock in her pussy. I know it's arousing because my cock is so hard.

I must have blanked out because the next thing I saw was her on the towel, and Jermain was undressing himself. I saw it when she reached up and pulled his boxers down, exposing his dick. It looked huge, giant, and bigger than the one John Holmes wielded at first, to me. Later, I realized he wasn't that huge, probably about my size.

He had her on her back with her legs over his shoulders and his face buried in her cunt. 

I came to and started recording it with my phone. When she started trying to muffle her screams of excitement, I suddenly came in my trousers.

My phone wouldn’t stay focused on them because I was trembling so much. I wanted to leave, but I was so close I couldn't. I had to watch the entire thing in excruciating detail as his cock slipped inside her cunt. watching as she responded to being fucked. the noises she was making, her cries encouraging him, and her barely controlled screams when she climaxed from his cock.

It was agony combined with the thrill of watching. I was emotionally confused, and I had to turn away and block my ears at times.

They took forever to finish; it seemed Lainey didn’t want to let him leave. 

Back at Steve’s house, I had to find a bathroom to clean up. When I found Lainey, she was talking to Helen, Steve’s wife. She greeted me with a smile and a kiss, as if she hadn’t been doing anything wrong. 

When we got home, I wasn’t in any mood to be gentle; I wanted to erase the memory of what I’d just seen. We stepped into the kitchen, and I was kissing her violently and ripping her clothes off. 

Ripping her clothes is the right phrase; none of them were wearable when I was done, and I fucked her on the kitchen table. We didn’t make love; I fucked her.

Her tits had bite marks all over, and I was ruthlessly pounding her. No finesse, no worrying about her orgasm, just fucking. She was screaming by the end, “Landon, yes, keep doing this," and she actually came just as I did.

While I was recovering, Lainey put her arms around me and said. “You watched us, didn’t you?”