Game Changer Page 10

  I managed to get back behind the wall without being seen, and now lying flat on the floor, edged out so that I might see them with little chance of being seen myself in the darkness.

  My heart felt crushed, my stomach buzzing with butterflies, as I saw them kissing. I couldn’t deny, however, that it wasn’t sweet to watch. Their chemistry, their affection. Their adultery. While Hanna had left the game naked, and Jake had been wearing only underwear, they were both now wearing clothes. Jake had his t-shirt on, Hanna had her tank top and skirt. I supposed that it was a little cold to be hanging around completely naked. And there was a risk of being disrupted by Hayden or me needing to get to the kitchen in the middle of the night.

  Watching them sucking slowly and tenderly on each others’ lips, however, I did feel a strange hurt that the two of them hadn’t progressed beyond making out since the night’s poker had come to a close. Why were they still kissing? He should have had her bent over the table by now, he should have been jamming his hard cock in her over and over and over. This was too romantic, this was too much like bonding, and it sent ice through my veins.

  I saw Jake’s hand cupping one of Hanna’s breasts through her tank top, a finger slipping under the thin material to graze against her nipple, but otherwise things seemed almost as wholesome as Sunday School.

  ‘We should go upstairs,’ I heard Jake telling her.

  ‘Here’s fine,’ she replied.

  ‘You’re not... at all worried...?’

  She smiled. ‘You can hear him snoring, can’t you?’ Hanna had always chided me for my snoring, and the last few years had taken to prodding me awake before ordering me to turn over onto my front, which usually caused the snoring to subside.

  ‘That could be Hayden,’ Jake said. His theory was spot on, of course. But neither he, nor Hanna, would know it.

  ‘Trust me, I know my husband’s snoring.’

  Jake continued kissing her, and now his hands worked on her tank top, stretching the neckline down so that much of her breasts slipped out, particularly her stiff, pink nipples. She moaned loudly as he touched her there, but his hand was restless, sweeping down her body, to lodge itself between her legs. I watched him pull her skirt up, and now his hand was cupping her bare pussy, his middle finger running along her moistened groove, then circling, waggling, flickering over her pussy lips and against her clit, making her moans turn high-pitch while he kissed her mouth.

  It was strange, watching her with him. She was so familiar, and yet I’d never seen her like this, from this angle, from a distance, while she was kissed and fingered by another man.

  I watched her sit up, and urge him up onto his feet. Were they moving to the couch? I prepared myself to move across the floor to behind the kitchen island if they did. They did not. Standing in front of her, while she perched on the edge of the window seat, Jake slipped down his boxer shorts to unveil his large, fully erect cock. He stooped, and they continued kissing, but one of Hanna’s hands curled around his manhood, gently stroking it once, twice, three times.

  He held her long, dark hair back out of her face as she leaned forward to take the tip of his cock in her mouth. I caught my breath as I watched my wife stretching her lips around that thing, then start to slowly bob her head over it.

  After a while, she took it out of her mouth and licked the head, over and over, glancing up at him to register how he liked it. She used to do the same thing for me, back when we were dating, I thought. Jake merely groaned, and the hand holding her hair back urged her back down onto his cock. She was happy to oblige. She looked as though she was worshipping the damn thing. My jealousy seethed, but my own hard cock throbbed as I lay flat, crushing it against the floor.

  Jake groaned and stroked her hair as she sucked on him. Hanna moaned as she sank down on his length, enjoying every moment. Was she this jubilant when she went down on me? It had been a while since she had. I suppose it had been a long while since either of us had engaged in this kind of unhurried foreplay.

  Hanna really took her time, as with their making out. I supposed that they had all night, there was hardly a need for haste. At the same time it seemed so intimate, so affectionate, so romantic, it ate away at my soul.

  I’m guessing Jake was getting close to finishing when he stopped her, said, ‘We should go upstairs.’

  Hanna had looked up at him and grinned, wiping her mouth on the back of her forearm. ‘I wanna stay,’ she said. ‘Don’t you think it would be... kinda hot?’

  Jake said, ‘I’m not sure... I mean... what if one of them walks in?’

  Hanna seemed to hesitate, and then it became clear she was listening for sounds of danger. There was only the wind, and Hayden upstairs snoring away.

  Licking the tip of his cock, she said, ‘He’s still snoring, can’t you hear it?’

  Jake shook his head, ‘That’s Hayden. I swear. I’d recognize it a mile off.’

  Hanna said, ‘It’s probably both of them. They’re totally asleep. Come on—you wanna fuck me?’ She wasn’t talking like the Hanna I knew. I don’t think she’d ever asked me to fuck her. She didn’t use dirty words when we had sex.

  He urged her up, kissing her as she slung her arms around his neck. Then he was lifting her tank top, exposing those pert little breasts, those impossibly hard nipples, taking one and then the other in his mouth to suck on them slowly while he helped her pull her top up over her head and off.

  She moaned as he sucked on her tits, and then she was moving to help him slide her skirt down over her hips, her thighs, leaving her so very naked before him. My wife, her pink nipples jutting out, her pussy so very smooth and hairless.

  I saw his hard cock brush against her as they kissed. The arousal and the fear bubbled away inside me. She smiled seductively at him, her hands curling around his shaft, pulling on it as though not quite believing it was there, this cock that was not her husband’s.

  ‘You think the neighbors can see?’ Jake said quietly.

  Hanna smirked, ‘Let them. If there are any.’

  She perched down on the window seat again, but Jake wasn’t entirely giving in to her demands quite yet. He sank slowly to his knees while kissing his way down over her breasts, down her stomach, and then he was parting her legs and guiding her to rest them over his shoulders.

  Hanna brushed her hair out of her face, leaned back and moaned again, and though I couldn’t see everything, I watched as Jake began to slowly fuck her with his mouth, his head lodged between her thighs.

  My wife looked astonished as he set to, gazing down on him with eyes wide and mouth open.

  ‘Oh God...’ she moaned, almost purring like a contented cat.

  She stroked his head, and his hand where he was gripping her hip, and it seemed so tender and loving. It was downright terrifying for me to watch, even if my hard-on strained and bucked, demanding attention. I watched my wife’s chest rising and falling as she breathed so deeply, and her moans turned to little whimpers, as though she was finding it difficult to cope with the powerful feelings he was inspiring in her.

  I felt so crushed by it. Jake was spending absolutely ages between her thighs, as though he was a connoisseur who had discovered perfection, an addict given the purest of hits. It seemed as though I needed to re-learn how to make love to my wife. Years of marriage and taking her for granted had taken their toll. But as I watched her with Jake, and remembered her forbidding me from reclaiming her, unless I won her through the poker game, I started feeling little flickers of real insecurity. Would she take me back after this incredible show from Jake?

  He made her come. Her breathing deepened, her whole body rocking and writhing under him as she clamped her hands around his head, pulling him forcefully against her, wrapping her whole body around his head it seemed, as though she was trying to asphyxiate him. Her breathing turned to shaking, and she was letting out little yelps, apparently trying to muffle them so that she wouldn’t wake the rest of us.

  I saw my wife come, and it made me certain
I hadn’t made her come myself, not in years. Certainly not like that, if at all. I couldn’t even remember enough about our dating to tell if it had been something that happened back then. Surely it had to have, or else there was no way she’d have stayed with me, married me, would she?

  At last, Jake pulled away, and the two of them were smiling at each other like besotted lovers.

  How was I supposed to cope with this? I couldn’t march over there and pull them apart. I’d feel humiliated, they’d know I’d been watching them. I picked myself up from the kitchen floor—but only to shift so that I didn’t get pins and needles. I maintained my concealment behind the island. While I was getting more and more nervous about Hanna developing feelings for Jake, it seemed to go hand-in-hand with an ever stronger excitement, an ever stronger sexual response to what I was seeing.

  And now Jake was standing in front of her again, kissing her mouth, sucking on her tongue, and his manhood was right up there beside her open and very willing pussy. I watched my wife gently take hold of another man’s cock, and guide the tip to her glistening flower. He sank slowly into her, holding her legs up, her calves rubbing against his shoulders.

  He was fucking her. My friend Jake was fucking my wife.

  I seethed with anger and arousal.

  Moving round to the other side of the kitchen island, peering around the corner, I found that I could see his cock entering her. His shaft glistened with her juices as it disappeared into her, and then reappeared. I could hear the wet sounds of him penetrating her over and over. Hanna closed her eyes and panted as he thrust into her, and though I’d say Jake’s cock was no larger than mine, it looked as though she’d never experienced such bliss.

  They kissed. God, they weren’t meant to kiss while they fucked. They weren’t really meant to kiss all that much. It was just sex, or at least it was supposed to be just sex. They kissed each other, they smiled at each other, they gently caressed each other. The anxiety grew inside me, as I realized that I was watching a couple that wasn’t ‘just having sex’, they were making love.

  I was watching Romeo giving Juliet a right royal seeing to.

  I couldn’t stop watching. Despite the overwhelming feeling of fear, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. For a while I just kind of rode the wave, surfed the fear. I tried to cling on to the belief that Hanna loved me, that she would not give up on marriage after just a couple of days banging someone else.

  After another age and a day, I watched as they pulled apart, only for Hanna to turn around and present her rear for him. She propped herself up, with her hands planted on the window seat and Jake entered her from behind. He held her hips and fucked her, and yet it wasn’t hard and fast like you’d expect. It was slow and sensual. His hands moved up to caress her body, to cup her small breasts, to squeeze her nipples. She even twisted upward and was able to kiss his mouth while he continued to stir his cock inside her.

  She was standing up, for God’s sake, arching her back as he kept on fucking her.

  Hanna made them move after that, over to the table. She was leading him, telling him what she wanted. It was very sexy, but again something she never did with me. She wanted him to fuck her on the table where we all played poker, where we had all competed for her attention. She lay back across the table, her butt at the edge, and Jake lined up in front of her, lifting her feet up to rest his shoulders, then easing himself back inside her.

  I couldn’t move. I was just yards away from them now, and there was nowhere else for me to go without exposing myself. I carefully peered around the corner at his big, hard cock sinking into her time after time, and any moment one of them might glance to the side and catch me. I had to be ready to duck out of sight at a fraction of a second’s notice.

  Hanna started panting again, her body writhing over the table as he fucked her. Jesus. I could smell her arousal, I could smell their sex. She had her hands over her breasts, playing with them while he took her. She didn’t do that with me. He was still fucking her quite tenderly, not rough or hard. Her hands swept down to coax her clit while he took her, but her moans were just intense.

  It was only as he grunted loudly, and she matched it with a long cry, that I realized the two of them were not using condoms.

  He had come inside my wife, without any protection.

  *

  I watched Jake collapse over Hanna on that kitchen table, and both of them were laughing. I’m not entirely sure what had them in such fits of giggles, but the fact that Jake had just unloaded in her, on the table in which we had been eating meals all week, and playing our all-important poker games, had to register.

  I used their distraction to escape from the kitchen—I was suddenly aware that after sex one or other of them might want a drink, and they’d go into the kitchen to fetch one.

  I waited until I was certain they weren’t looking, but then I just barreled out of there, launching myself out of my hiding place in something of a risky move. Slipping into the stairway, I paused, waiting for any signs that I’d been seen.

  ‘You’re crazy, you know that?’ I heard Jake saying to her.

  ‘You make me crazy. It’s your fault.’

  They were in love, it sounded so obvious. It kind of made my blood boil, and yet strangely at the same time I felt oddly happy. I had opened the door to this, I had told her of my fantasy and I had allowed the poker games to go ahead—and had left her dalliances with Jake go unchallenged. She was so plainly happy, excited, enchanted by it all, and I have given that to her.

  I just hoped I hadn’t given everything away.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I needed to get out of there while they indulged in their post-coital flirtation. I had to be in my bedroom— the room that had once been mine and Hanna’s, anyway—with the door shut by the time they came upstairs. Otherwise they would wonder where I was.

  Back in the room, fatigue hit me hard—and yet laying down on that bed, I was immediately enveloped in the smells of Hanna and Jake and their previous night’s sex. It meant I was awake, even if I was tired.

  I heard Hanna and Jake coming upstairs, with all the whispering and giggling and one or other of them telling the other to ‘shhh!!!’

  They turned into Jake’s room and closed the door.

  My stomach felt as though it was all twisted and folded up, the nerves making me feel sick. I was even shaking a little. Was I really going to lose my wife? I thought about the whole life we’d forged together—the apartment we’d bought together in the city, the timeshare we had in Antigua, the joint bank account. All the friends we shared. It would all unravel if she decided to leave me. My whole life—everything would change. The biggest change, though, would be the absence of Hanna herself. It hadn’t even happened, and I started feeling a gaping hole in my world opening up, the throbbing pain in my chest of such a life-altering loss.

  I had to sleep, or at least try to. Yet after waiting a few moments for Hanna and Jake to settle in Jake’s room, I scampered out and along the hallway to the bathroom.

  I undressed, figuring that I might feel better after a shower. But then as I was reaching over the bath to turn on the shower unit, I was somewhat surprised by the bathroom door opening.

  ‘Hey,’ Hanna said, stepping inside.

  I switched on the flow of the water.

  ‘Hey,’ I said, turning back to her, not bothering with any attempt to cover myself. She was wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe, one of the ones we had once swiped from a luxury hotel in Paris on one of our previous mini-breaks.

  ‘I told Jake I needed a shower,’ she said.

  ‘Okay,’ I nodded, not entirely sure what she wanted, since the previous day she’d forbidden me from sex until I won one of our poker games. Was she suggesting I vacate the bathroom so she could have a quick shower and get back to Jake?

  ‘I just...’ she said, glancing sideways awkwardly. I guess she didn’t really know what to say, either. ‘I guess I just wanted to see if you were all right.’

/>   ‘Doesn’t it look as though I’m all right?’ I asked her, offering her an attempt at a smile to go along with my erection. Well, I couldn’t help that—here she was, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, fresh after fucking another guy. Just because I was fearful of losing her, didn’t mean I stopped fantasizing about her fucking other guys.

  She smiled, perhaps a hint grateful that I was still, apparently, into this. Perhaps pitying me a little.

  ‘I’m sorry...’ she tried to say.

  I jumped in, ‘For what? You can’t help who won the game.’

  ‘I know it sucks... you know... for you... and Hayden...’

  Even with the shower running, and beginning to fill the bathroom with steam, I detected a hint of her arousal in the air, a hint of the musty, earthy sex smell. Jesus. And she looked so good—glowing with the contentment of post-coital satisfaction—even with a slight sheen of perspiration over her brow.

  I admit to feeling a touch of annoyance at her, at her apologizing for holding out on me, when she really didn’t have to.

  Something inside me snapped.

  I said, ‘Take it off.’

  My eyes flicked over her bathrobe.

  She sighed, and her eyes dropped for a moment. ‘Honey... I’m sorry... I said...’ she said, starting to refuse me.

  ‘I don’t care,’ I interrupted her, barking: ‘Take it off.’

  I’m not sure what came over me. I’m really not that kind of guy, not that kind of husband. I’d prefer not to even have an argument if I could avoid it. But just then, some kind of anger brought on by injustice started boiling in my veins. I felt forceful, I felt insistent.

  Her forehead wrinkled and her eyebrows dropped in puzzlement at my unusual tone. As she hesitated, somewhat taken aback by it, I declared: ‘You’re my wife. You’ll do as I want.’