The Layoffs Pt. 04

"Hey Mr S! You taking a day off work? I'm surprised to see you over on this side of the property!" hollered Fred, our tradesman who was renovating the annex for us. He was stood at the end of the hallway by the small kitchen island. I was of course equally as surprised to see him. Our arrangement with him was that he worked only on weekends. It was one of the reasons why we had chosen this particular Monday afternoon for Amber to get fucked by Ryan.

"Just need to pick up a couple of my things that I need for another job I'm doing later this afternoon" Fred explained in his thick English accent, indicating a box plane and a bag of nails he held in his hand. "Got a few more things in the bedroom closet. Mind if I grab 'em?"

"Fuck! Think" I groaned inside, urging my mind to settle and get up to speed. Fred often tucked any of his extra tools he'd been using away in the closet of the bedroom so as not to leave a mess at the end of the weekend. It was a gesture I generally appreciated. But not today...

"Uh... Amber's actually in there right now..." I started.

"Oh!?" Fred asked in surprise. "Perfect! I need to speak to her about the faucet she selected for the kitchen, it's on backorder and I want to see if she'd like to select a different one instead" he explained genially as he started down the hallway towards me.

"Uhm Fred..." I explained flustered, "She's ah, actually in there on an important work call at the moment.... " I tried. "Why don't you let me just pop in there and grab what you need for you". I was 100% certain that I hadn't sold the lie, and I could see that in Fred's face.

However, regardless of how familiar we were, I was also still his client. So Fred didn't question my explanation any further and came to a halt several feet away from me when I'd raised my hand.

He looked at me oddly for a beat.

"Uh, no problem Mr S. I just need the stud finder as well as my hammer... the big one!"

I nodded in understanding and held up a finger indicating I'd be just a moment before cracking open the door to the bedroom and slipping back inside.

The irony of Fred's need for a stud finder and a big hammer were not lost on me as I pictured the horrendous scene that would have unfolded had he walked into the room and seen the lady of the house, naked and getting pounded by a big hammer herself, with my hand down my pants as I watched.

I closed the door behind me and silently indicated with my hands that everything was going to be ok. Amber had retrieved Ryan's shirt and was holding it up across her breasts. I could see that she was still breathing heavily and obviously worried. "It's ok. He'll be gone in a second" I reassured as I retrieved the two items from the closet and brought them out to the grateful Fred.

I followed Fred out to the garage, making brief small talk as I ensured that he was in fact on his way. As his F-150 revved to life I closed the garage door and retrieved my phone. Opening our security app I triggered the series of security cameras around the perimeter of the property. Selecting the driveway I ensured that I saw Fred's truck proceed down it and turn onto the street before returning to the bedroom.

The two of them turned to me as I reentered the room, wiping my brow and raising my eyebrows to indicate 'close call'.

My previous reassurances had seemingly allowed them to relax somewhat and they had returned back to the bed together. Ryan used one hand to slowly pump up and down on his dick, returning it to hardness after the briefly panicked circumstances. Amber was propped up on the pillows on her side. Her legs were spread apart and with his free hand Ryan slowly worked two of his fingers around her clit in her in an effort to retrigger her arousal. I was struck by how casually he was doing it right in front of me as Amber and I briefly conferred, confirming that Fred was gone and that things were ok to proceed again. She seemed happy enough letting Ryan work on her pussy, but she still wore a distinct look of concern as he coaxed her back onto her side in the same position they'd been in previously.

I settled back down onto the couch, grateful that we'd avoided being caught, and watched Ryan's large head ease back into my wife's vagina. For the next minute I focused on how sexy her triangle of pubic hair looked, matted down by a combination of her own wetness and the lube that had just been hastily reapplied to her pussy. Ryan got several strokes in and I had just reached for my belt again before Amber quietly asked him to stop and pulled away. Sitting back up onto the side of the bed she raised her hand to me and indicated that I should follow her. Surprised and concerned I lifted myself from the couch and trailed her towards the doorway and into the hallway.

"What if that had been one of the kids!" she fretted, clearly not yet over what had happened.

"They're in school" I reasoned back, calmly putting a hand on her bare arm.

"Sure, but what if one of them skips a period to come home and study!" she persisted.

"How often does that happen..." I softly challenged back with a reassuring grin.

"Agreed not often, but it's certainly happened a few times this year" she countered. It was a fact that I knew to be correct.

I began to worry that she was going to pull the chute on this. Would Ryan consider what had happened already to be 'enough'? I somehow suspected not. Sure he'd seen her naked, got a bit of head, and managed to be inside her for a few minutes... but he hadn't even gotten off. It hardly qualified as 'screwing your wife'.

"I don't think I can do this unless I know you're out here paying attention and making sure no one else surprises us" Amber finally explained softly. "I know you probably want to stay and watch, but I don't think I can get into it enough to let this happen... unless I know it's safe".

In my head I desperately tried to come up with any line of reasoning that would keep me in the bedroom aside from "I'm weirdly finding it to be a huge turn on watching you having sex".

Her points were far more based in logic and I didn't see any other way of calming her fears. Having either of the kids arrive home to find Mommy naked in bed getting fucked by Daddy's boss while Daddy jerks off definitely wasn't going to win anyone a 'Positive Parenting' award.

"I love you. Let's just get this done and over with as quickly as possible and then we can move on" Amber coaxed, drawing her nude body into mine. I felt her breasts push into me as she leaned up for a kiss and she parted her legs around mine, easing her herself up against my leg. I mutely nodded my understanding as she parted from me and returned to the bedroom.

I watched her close the door behind her... and heard the lock click shut.

- -

Just as a precaution I'd triggered the driveway camera back onto my phone screen and placed it on a floating shelf at the end of the hallway.

I had really only witnessed the opening sequences of Amber and Ryan's coupling. I'd seen them disrobe and experienced the unexpectedly exciting thrill of seeing her naked in front of another man. I'd watched her (attempt to) give him head. I'd witnessed her becoming accustomed to his larger penis inside of her, and then ease herself into a state of acceptance as he'd began fucking her. It had served as one long tease and by that point I was rather primed me to watch what I imagined would be the most intense part.

As I was to discover, the contrast between watching... and being forced to just listen... was stark!

The bedroom door was thankfully fairly thin and I strained my ear against it to listen for anything identifiable. There were soft murmurs as I assumed the two of them were trying to reignite their connection after a fairly substantial disruption. For the next several minutes I slowly paced up and down the soft carpet, allowing my mind to replay what I had already witnessed in the now closed bedroom. But at some point I was drawn to more audible noises from the door. I again pressed my ear to it.

"Fuck it's going so deep" I heard Amber sigh out quietly.

There was nothing for another couple of minutes, and then I heard a gradual repeated exclamation from her. It was soft but there was no mistaking a reflexive "uh.... uh..... uh....". It was repeated every second or so in line with what I assumed was him pumping into her. I strained to listen for more, and as her utterances continued I was able to pick up the matching sound of his body arriving at hers. Skin on skin. My mind desperately spun in an effort to determine what position they might be in. Her exclamations were briefly interrupted by the very clear sounds of them kissing passionately. I gathered that he was on top of her, fucking her intimately in missionary. My own penis stuck out sharply into my pants. With no one to worry about at this point I quickly undid them, folded them neatly, and placed them on the floor before jamming my hand desperately into my gray boxer briefs.

Over the next two minutes the volume and frequency both increased as Ryan seemed to fuck her faster and presumably harder. Frankly, I was impressed by the fact that he could continue at such pace. While I was certainly well accustomed to having sex with my wife, if we were attempting to achieve a prolonged session of intercourse I would need to take frequent breaks in order to prevent myself from cumming. Ryan seemed able to do without. I found my hand pumping up and down my shaft in time with my wife's repeated exclamations as I allowed myself to imagine the head of Ryan's cock pushing and stretching into the depths of her vagina.

Amber had made it clear that she was doing this reluctantly. That she would let Ryan fuck her. That she would participate enough to make it pleasurable for him... but that she was doing this as a means to an end. And based on what I had seen prior to my exit from the bedroom she had been doing exactly that. She'd been a bit of a tease. She'd gotten him sufficiently wound up. But when it came time for him to actually fuck her she'd seemed to settle into a state of acquiescence. This was meant to be a rather 'one sided' coupling with Ryan. He should have fun getting off, but she wasn't there for her own enjoyment.

But as I listened through the door it was impossible to debate the fact that whatever Ryan had been doing over the past several minutes had already driven Amber far past the initial states of arousal and seemingly close to climax. He was clearly pumping into her hard and fast, and regardless of any reluctance from Amber, Ryan's efforts were most certainly having the desired effect.

"You almost there?" I heard him excitedly encourage.

She took a minute to respond. "No!" she finally gasped. "You just go"

As Amber would learn moments later, he wasn't the one who was about to cum... she was. In fact it sounded like her response just encouraged him to fuck her harder and more passionately than he already had been.

She had clearly tried to hold it in and stifle a reaction, but not more than 20 seconds later Amber exploded with a plaintive wail of "Ohhhhhhh fuck!..." before collapsing into a series of groans and expletives, as despite her earlier intentions, she gave way to what sounded like a truly massive orgasm.

I found myself leaning against the wall next to the door, hair disheveled and rapidly pumping my shaft, yet still trying to hold myself back from cumming, as I mentally envisioned what my wife looked like climaxing. Staring down into my underwear my penis was swollen and twitching as I mentally forced myself to stave off my own orgasm.

As I took in several breaths and my thoughts began to clarify I wondered if Ryan had also cum. Amber was really the one who had been most vocal as she came, but was Ryan done too? I returned my ear to the door in curiosity.

I could hear her still regaining her composure, taking long panting breaths. They were talking quietly, but inaudibly. I momentarily considered retrieving my pants in case one of them suddenly rose and opened the door.

But that didn't come.

Instead there was a quiet minute or so. One where I would learn that Ryan gave Amber a moment to catch her breath before positioning her on the bed bent over on all fours.

He was very much NOT done.

Despite having just cum I heard a deep groan from my wife as he buried himself into her again. This time from behind, where she would truly be feeling the entire length of his dick. Ryan wasn't a dumb guy. He surely knew that Amber had arrived at this arrangement with a degree of chagrin. He would have recognized her reluctance to show any real degree of pleasure while actually being fucked. As a fellow male I could understand that he surely would have taken a degree of satisfaction from having made her cum. And given that he had yet to orgasm himself there was seemingly still plenty of time for more.

As the two of them started up again I could quickly hear the sound of Ryan's body smacking into the cheeks of Amber's big bum, indicating that he was rhythmically driving his entire length into her. He started slow, but as the pace began to gradually pick up I would occasionally hear Amber gasp, sigh, or exclaim... usually about the size of it or how deep he was. Recognizing how close I'd been to cumming before I gingerly retreated down the hall to the bathroom and pulled a couple of tissues from the box on the counter.

Returning back to the closed and locked door I briefly turned my attention to my phone. I had obviously not been paying much attention to it, and I quickly switched between the three front cameras, ensuring that nobody else had arrived. Through the door I heard a sharp crack, accompanied by a yelp. It was a noise I was very familiar with. Easing my head back towards the frame I heard it repeated several more times as Ryan's hand made connection with the rippling flesh of Amber's supple ass. I'm not sure why, but the fact that he was spanking her seemed very intimate and personal, and it served to make me even more envious and wound up about not being able to see what was happening. My hand slowly pumped my penis as I listened intently. There was the occasional "fuck yes", or groan from Ryan as he drove back and forth in Amber. But what was more surprising was the occasional unmistakeable moan from her. They seemed to come plaintively, as if she were again attempting to hold them back. But as the two of them continued to have sex they became more frequent and repeated.

If it was possible it sounded like Ryan increased his speed and intensity even further as he heard my wife again beginning to inadvertently react to the stimulation of his dick working through her vagina. Without being able to see I could almost tell that Ryan sensed that she was within range of another orgasm and saw it as a challenge to make her cum again. Amber's pleasured wails were coming more frequently now. They were accompanied by a consistent and rhythmic 'smacking' sound each time his pelvis made contact with her ass. I reflected wryly to myself. Even just a few days ago the thought of her exposing her body to another man... not necessarily her vagina or boobs... even just her bum... would have been an unthinkable proposition for my wife. Now I pictured what was taking place on the other side of the thin door. Her nude. That same ass, naked and thrust into the air with her head buried into the sheets. The soft pink skin of her round cheeks bouncing and rippling as his toned midsection pounded into them. His dick thrusting repeatedly into the depths of her. I was frankly shocked by his stamina and ability to screw her so hard and so fast... for so long! I recognized that my wife was not used to being so rigorously done, and as I heard her beginning to let out again, on the brink of an orgasm for the second time, I didn't at all begrudge the fact that she was going to cum again.

"Are you there?" I heard Amber pant out in between increasingly desperate moans. I realized that she was probably somewhat embarrassed at having been made to cum again so quickly and efficiently. Ryan clearly was not ready to orgasm and as I listened to her beginning to cum he continued to thrust deeply into her. Without being able to see, I would learn later that at one point they had quickly switched positions. So now, as my wife climaxed she was on her back, legs spread wide and held apart with her pussy thrust forth. Ryan's hard, thick cock drove into her repeatedly... pushing her over the edge into a second enormous orgasm.

- - - -

I found myself loose legged in the hallway, bordering on delirium. I'd lost track of the time since her second orgasm. Almost in an 'emergency' mode my body had shut down unnecessary awareness and stimuli in order to focus on the two senses that were currently prevailing. The continued aural experience seeping through the door, and the heightened. almost pulsing state of my penis. I'd began to find it frustrating to try and deduce what position they were in... so I'd simply given up guessing and focused on the core, base level sounds of my wife being pleasured. The moans, and exclamations were near constant now. Amber had clearly accepted some time ago that her her attempts to demurely receive Ryan, get fucked like a lady, and move on with things, were clearly just not possible given how he was making her feel.

She finally came again as I lay back against the wall. My hand gripped tightly at the base of my penis. This orgasm seemed less explosive, more a reactionary outpouring to the sheer amount of sex that she'd been experiencing. I imagined her lying on the bed, her body shaking and convulsing as her powerful orgasm rushed throughout her body eliciting impulsive moans and wails.

I couldn't help but feel the occasional pang of jealousy amidst the arousal. I wasn't naive enough to think that 30 minutes of intercourse with someone else would be enough to undo years and years of our partnership and shared intimacy. But in that moment I was forced to confront some indisputable facts. Ryan had already fucked her looooong past the point of where my stamina would traditionally end. 'Multiple orgasms' were not a standard offering in our bedroom, and yet I had just been privy to Amber crashing into three of the heaviest that I had ever heard from her. The noises and wails that had seeped through the door made clear that what Ryan was doing to her physically was not something that she was accustomed to experiencing. On basic physics alone I recognized that when her and I had sex my penis 'entered' her vagina. Prior to my ousting from the room I had witnessed the reality of what Ryan looked like inside of her. His large dick didn't just enter her... it filled her up, pressing and stretching at her limits. I knew that nothing could replace the intimacy and passion associated with some of Amber and my most favored previous couplings... but I was also now resigned to the fact that as I stood by, my wife had surely 'physically' just experienced the best sex of her life. Ryan had fucked her in ways that I could only dream, and regardless of any initial reluctance, Amber had responded to his efforts in turn.

I listened to her gasp and groan out in pleasure... and felt my penis finally tense tightly.

Unable to take anymore it shot forth into my underwear. I'd stopped pumping it some time ago recognizing that masturbating would quickly drive me over the edge. I'd resorted to just tightly clenching the base in an attempt to hold climax off. But at a certain point there was no use.

I frantically reached for the tissues on the shelf and stuffed them into my underwear. The two sheets of absorbent material were no match for the state I was in and they were quickly overwhelmed as my dick exploded forth repeatedly. In an attempt to take some pleasure from my release I resigned myself to the fact it was happening and allowed my hand to close around my shaft. I pumped it up and down as my repeated streams of cum served as lube, and attempted to stifle my moans as my hand stroked up and down over my pulsating erection and sensitive head. My vision had narrowed to a tiny pinprick as I ejaculated over and over and over to the sound of Amber cumming behind the closed door.

I finally emerged from my haze just in time to hear Ryan groan out to Amber as he finally neared climax himself. One of the few things that I knew from their private telephone conversation was that Amber had instructed him to pull out and cum on her when he was ready to orgasm. I listened intently as she prepared for him to cum.

- -

I was still post orgasmic and foggy. I wasn't quite sure how long it had taken, but I was again leaning against the wall when I heard the lock click. The knob turned and Ryan opened the door. Attempting to put myself back together I discarded the soaked tissues from my underwear and, despite my curiosity, attempted to reenter the room in as dignified a manner as possible. Amber lay on her back, watching me enter. She had a slightly inscrutable look on her face, but it was impossible to miss her gaze drop down to my waistline and see that the entire front of my grey underwear was darkened and damp from where I'd cum.

"Not to make things weird, but thank-you" Ryan offered from across the room. As he'd retrieved his own underwear he'd also fetched one of the towels that Amber had preemptively set out next to the bed and passed it to her. He began to re-dress. "That was really amazing" he complimented. I had moved closer in the dim light. Amber's chest was still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. That chest was completely soaked with cum. As was her tummy. And her trimmed patch of pubic hair. Several streaks had seemingly also arced up onto her right cheek. Ryan had absolutely covered her.

She shifted her gaze to me. Her look still inscrutable.

- -

Amber understood my desire to talk... and to reclaim her. But she made it clear that it would not be that night. Or even the next. I'd tried not to badger her with questions but surely wasn't as 'cool' about it all as I'd perhaps intended. She knew that I'd stayed in the hall, listening. And she knew that I would have been privy to enough noise to gather what had taken place. Seemingly determining that there was no point in trying to deny it she freely admitted that she had never been fucked so thoroughly. She offered that in the grand scheme of things it was something that had taken place that she would forget over time. However when I asked her the question directly (with a lump in my throat) she admitted that yes, obviously, the sex itself was good.

By the time we got to the third night I'd left the girls in the basement with a movie, come up to the bedroom where she was expecting me, and locked the door behind us. I came up on top of her. We kissed and repeatedly reinforced how much we loved each other. I entered her. But in that moment I couldn't think about anything aside from her, bent over, getting pounded from behind by Ryan's huge cock. I came. It couldn't have been more than a minute that I was inside of her but she wrapped her arms around me, giggled, and gripped me tightly in embrace as I emptied myself inside of her. The one thing Ryan couldn't do.

- -

She was keen to move past it, and I understood that. For Amber it was simply an unusual act that she had decided to commit in order to better our circumstances. She clearly understood that the sexuality of the occasion was perhaps a bit more advanced for 'me' to process however. We talked about it and she relayed what had happened to the best of her ability. My curiosity and desire to know the details seemed a bit surprising to her at first, but she did not pass judgement on the fact that what had happened was in a way strangely arousing to me.

Which is why, on occasion, she'll take her lime green vibrator with her into the ensuite bathroom... lock the door behind her... and make me listen and wonder what she's thinking about as she brings herself to orgasm with me on the other side of the door.