Watch Me

Chapter 1 - Serenity

I had sensed the downfall of my marriage about two years before it actually happened. I had once been young and in love. Never once thinking that what was between me and Patrick would ever end.

I was naive. Stupid. With no-one to blame but myself.

It started simply.

Long talks about our day and work changed to one word sentences. We wouldn't go on date, citing that we were both too worn out. Then, we stopped having sex.

I had heard from others that it was normal to stop having sex once two people got comfortable with each other. But it was the lack of intimacy as a whole that should have been a red flag for me.

Nights spent cuddling on the couch while watching reruns of our favorite shows turned lonely as he started "working" later and later. As someone who had their own company, I would never have tried to criticize Patrick for trying his best at work.

I knew what it meant to excel in your career and I wanted to give him all the same chances that I had. Another mistake on my part.

I had a successful social media management company so I worked from home most of the time and when the rift became too obvious to ignore, I was at a loss. It was only then that I realized that there were sometimes days where he wouldn't come home at all.

The silence at home came too unbearable so over the last two months so I had spent an unreasonable amount of time in the office space I rented out in the nearby coworking building. It allowed me some time out of the house and the ability to speak with humans in real life instead of just over zoom. It felt like I was finally getting apart of myself back instead of wallowing in my own wounded pride.

Another mistake on my part, but I didn't notice it until later. I was so caught up in finally feeling like myself again that I all but forgot that what was happening between Patrick and I was far from normal.

It had been a normal Wednesday when the internet went out in our building. They tried to get it fixed within the hour, but they were successful. I had a team meeting at three so I was forced to go home to work. I found myself unlocking the door to our apartment at two fifteen. Hours before I was supposed to be home.

They didn't hear me come in, but I sure as hell heard them.

Patrick's low groans were the first thing that cut through the low music of my headphones. I kept it on a low volume so I wasn't blindsided while walking in the city so the loud noises cut right through them. When I paused in the doorway with my bag in hand and in the middle of taking my shoes off I heard the girls' moans.

I stood there frozen, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Just to be safe I tore my headphones off and the full sounds of their fucking reached my ears.

The entrance of our apartment opened to the living room and kitchen but our bedroom lie but twenty feet away and the door was wide open.

"Fuck Pat, just like that," the girl moaned.

Patrick let out a groan.

"God you feel so good. I'd been dreaming about taking you over my desk all day, sinking my cock into your tight pussy."

I cringed at his dirty talk but apparently it was just the thing the girl needed to let out a high pitched sequel.

I closed the door softly behind me.

I wasn't sure if it was because I needed to see it to believe it, or if I was honestly just curious about what it was liked to be fucked by my own husband after years of nothing, but my legs carried me towards the bedroom.