TITLE    : Watching Sheldon
STORYID  : watching-sheldon_2002
SUMMARY  : Husband spies on wife with neighbourhood tough guy.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-06-02
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |none|


No one could see me hiding in the bushes at Sheldon's house, considering it was broad daylight. If Sheldon looked directly out the window, I would have been noticed for sure, but this was something I had to risk. Knowing that Laryssa, my wife of 2 years, was fucking the neighbourhood jock, I had to see what took my wife's attention away from me.



Now mind you, she had no idea I knew about her little affair. All the signs were there, though I was not so quick to catch on. Our sex life had diminished to heavy petting, and she'd always have her eyes closed when I touched her in bed. I knew she was thinking about someone else, but who? Who would have the balls to mess up our marriage?



Then the rumours started. My wife was seen a lot with Sheldon, this jock in his young twenties, who made more money than I did, mostly from selling pot within the neighbourhood. He lived a few streets down, which was very evident, since almost every resident in the neighbourhood could hear his stereo blasting with their doors closed. He was a jock, always on the basketball courts, rugged, tough, tall and intimidating. People didn't mess with him, and those who did usually ended up getting hurt. I didn't have a bad relationship with him, although I don't think I ever really had any time of friendship with him. We said 'Hi' anytime we passed by one another, and that was about it.



My wife, on the other hand, had always thought Sheldon was hot. She watched him on the courts when we were at the park, and would always give him a smile when he'd check her out. It always kind of turned me on when I saw this blatant flirting right in front of me, but I never did or said anything about it.



When I heard she was spending time on the courts without me, I immediately knew she was hanging out with Sheldon. Sometimes I saw them talking at the park, and I even ran into them at McDonalds, in what was a very awkward moment for all three of us. It seemed innocent, and I didn't even give it a second thought as I left without them. I was content with the fact that my wife was making new friends, dismissing my suspicions that she was trying to get in his pants. 



One day I was walking home from work and saw Sheldon riding his mini-van up the street, his hip-hop music blasting loud enough to wake up the dead. I almost stopped and froze when I saw my wife's pretty blond head raise from his lap, smile, lick her lips and lower her head again Sheldon pulled over, not noticing me walking by the mini-van. He was grabbing her hair as she went up and down on his shaft, her moans getting drowned out by the music.



I ran home and immediately pondered what was happening, smoking a cigarette nervously. My wife was cheating on me with her "dream-man"&#x2014;she really was betraying me! I should have listened to my instincts; I should have listened to the rumours. On the other hand, she was clearly having the time of her life, and I tried to rationalize in my head her affair. She was cheating on me with Sheldon, which meant Sheldon was giving her something I couldn't. She kept it a secret because she was afraid to tell me. I said this to myself over and over until I convinced myself that it was the truth. This was just sex, nothing more.



I started to think about the rumours I ignored previously. All of them were confirmed, and slowly reality came crashing down on me. I thought about the times my wife came home late, or came home and went straight into the shower. What was she doing on her free time? Was she sneaking out to meet him? Anytime I closed my eyes, all I could see was her grinning face sucking off Sheldon's thick member. It would have been a lie if I told you I wasn't hard every time I entertained the thought.



Almost a week of torture passed before I convinced myself that I needed to see them. Anytime I saw them together, they were calm, cool and collected, with not an ounce of betrayal in sight. Laryssa's loving eyes told me she still loved me, but her smile flat out told me she was getting some. Sheldon's eyes were always modest, but anytime he looked at me, he gave me a look that shouted out "I'm fucking your wife, you wimp-ass mutherfucker."



I heard about them making out in parks, about blowjobs at fast-food restaurants, and about fucking like rabbits behind schools. Upon my way home from work, I noticed her car parked in front of his driveway three afternoons in a row. There was no doubt in my mind that she was getting the hot-beef-injection every time they were together. I had to see them. I had to.



So I sat in the bushes of Sheldon's house, waiting for them to get home. I pictured them walking into the basement (where is bedroom is), and fucking each other's brains out. It didn't take them long, only 45 minutes of me almost falling asleep before his mini-van pulled up, followed by my wife's Porsche right behind it. He waited for her to walk to him before kissing her on the lips, grabbing her ass and whispering in her ear. I couldn't tell what he said, but she immediately broke out laughing, kissing him back in the process. She wrapped her legs around his ass and Sheldon carried her inside, all the way down to his room, before flopping her down on the bed.



She smiled at him as she unbuttoned her blouse, no bra of course. Her jeans slid off easily, showing a lack of panties as well. He dove right into her cunt, lapping away, making her moan his name and grab his short hair hard. Before long, he stood above her and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. She got up on her knees and sniffed his cock through his boxers, sliding them down before his huge 10-incher fell directly on her face. Sheldon's cock was so huge and thick that it covered almost her entire face. He rubbed his cock all over her face, making her smell his balls, which she didn't hesitate to lick. I watched in envy as Sheldon grabbed a handful of my wife's blond hair and thrusted his fat cock in and out of her mouth, going slow at first and picking up the pace within a couple of minutes. She grabbed his ass, and before she knew it, Sheldon screamed out "I'm fucking cumming!" shooting buckets of cum all over her face. If ever there was a defining facial moment, this was it. He wouldn't stop cumming, loads and loads poured all over Laryssa's face, falling from her nose, her chin, dripping into her ear. Laryssa wiped her eyes so she could see, letting a puddle of cum fall to the floor. She smiled and looked up at him, thanking her for such a treat. She fell down in the bed and told him to get ready, but instead Sheldon told her to relax and get comfortable. He had to go take a piss.



I watched my wife roll around in Sheldon's bed, getting comfortable at her boyfriend's request, her smile still evident, her glow radiant. She tucked herself in his sheets and began scooping cum of her face and tasting it with her fingers. Such a dirty girl my wife was, and I had no idea until now. I was still kneeling outside in the bushes, peeping through Sheldon's window when I heard branches breaking towards me. When I looked up at the shadow that fell upon me, I was greeted with a stream of water falling on my head. That water had a familiar scent. It was piss.



Someone was pissing on me! I didn't want to move, in case whoever was doing it didn't' know I was there. Revealing myself would only cause embarrassment, so I stayed put. On the other hand, I could be getting pissed on because of my voyeurism adventure out here. Like an idiot, I debated this as my entire jacket slowly became drenched in yellow smelly piss. Finally, I slowly turned my head up and saw Sheldon standing above me, his hand on his cock, giving himself one final shake. He looked at me, shaking his head in disgust, and tucked his dick back into his boxers, a dick that was still relatively large in its soft state. We made eye contact, but there were no words that needed to be said. I had to leave, or get my ass kicked. I slowly got up, and tried my best not to make any more eye contact with him. 



I wasn't an idiot, but I wasn't particularly brave either. It was one thing that he was fucking my wife, but getting caught watching him do it changed the landscape entirely. He saw me hiding in the fucking bushes, and I didn't even do anything about it! I just head my head and walked away like some pathetic wimp! What kind of man, what kind of husband was I? As humiliating as this was, I didn't even think about the consequences of what just happened. Would Sheldon tell my wife what happened? What would she say? What would I tell her? What would the people in our neighbourhood going to say about us? A million questions flooded my mind, and panic started to rush in. I lit up a cigarette and pondered the situation at hand. As I did, I noticed a stain on the front of my pants, a stain Sheldon must have seen, no doubt. Great, now he knew that I was turned on by what I saw. 



<i>...Continued!</i>

