Where She Went - Pt. 01

Where She Went

Part I

With the week Sandra had been having with work and her family, Ryan was thankful Friday was finally here. The entire drive back from the store, he couldn't help but think that he had not seen his wife this stressed about work before. It worried him. For the three years they had been married, Ryan and Sandra had been very fortunate. They had jobs they loved, loved each other, and they were lucky enough to have a great deal of free time together because of their complimentary schedules.

With her new position, however, Ryan noticed more and more the toll Sandra's job was taking on her, and in turn noticed how the stress from the job rippled out into their relationship.

"You know what," he thought as he pulled into the driveway, "tonight will be all about her. Drinks, her favourite movie, and Jason, her best friend from work, said he would come by." While Jason was friends with Ryan long before he met Sandra, the three had become very close friends, and he knew a little get together would be just what she needed to decompress. Jason just had that way with people.

A few hours later, everything that Ryan had hoped the evening would be had come together. Ryan made his way back from the kitchen as Sandra yelled out over the movie, "could you bring another bottle of wine?"

"I have yet to have a glass and you both killed the bottle"? Ryan yelled back from the kitchen, grinning when he heard both of them laughing from the living room.

Still laughing, Sandra turned to Jason, "if you don't want to have to get an Uber home tonight, you are welcome to stay in the guest room."

"You sure that isn't a problem?" Jason asked, "I really don't mind getting a cab."

Ryan came back, fresh bottle of Merlot in hand, "Don't worry about getting an Uber, crash here tonight." Ryan took their glasses and while pouring looked at Jason, "You know buddy, you are always welcome to stay, save some money and stay the night with us."

Jason was reluctant, not wanting to impose but Sandra insisted. With the promise of another bottle and at least an hour more of the movie to go, he finally agreed.

The last half hour of the movie no one remained focused on the screen anymore ever since an earlier scene in the film led to a revelation even Ryan didn't know.

Sandra shared a story from her time in university that left both men distracted. Ryan in particular couldn't let the questions racing in his mind stay there. He sat a few minutes debating asking her about it later, but as he watched her eyes on the screen he knew he wanted to hear more. He thought about Jason being present and if he really wanted him to know intimate details like that but his own interest pushed that concern down, until the desire to hear more had him pressing Sandra for more details.

"Come on, prude, there must be more to that story? How bad could you have been?" Normally, he thought she would never have been easily goaded by his obvious attempts but the wine clearly loosening her tongue.

Sandra began telling Ryan and Jason how she almost got caught fooling around in a theatre.

Ryan teased, "Did you touch your boyfriend once through his jeans and think you were scandalous?" Jason and Ryan burst out laughing.

"No! It was more than that." Her voice trailed off, Ryan could see the smirk on her face.

"It was raining outside, we were so close to the cheap theatre down the road from our school, we decided to see a movie until the storm passed." Sandra had Ryan's attention as in their three years together he thought he heard every story of their past but this did not sound familiar.

"We were half way through the movie when he put his hand on my thigh. There were a few people in the theatre with us. I was wearing a short skirt, and he placed his hand on the skin of my inner thigh. I can't remember if it was his hand that guided my legs apart or if I did it, but in minutes he was touching me, pushing his fingers underneath my panties as the trailers played, and I opened my legs more to give him easier access. It was the first time I did something like that, and never thought I would do something like that in public, but once he started the danger and fun of it I loved it."

Jason responded before Ryan could, "So what happened?!"

Sandra laughed seeing both men hanging onto every word of her story, "nothing," she responded..., She took a long pull from her wine, let the two guys marinate in the suspense of her story.

"It wasn't long after we started that a couple came and sat beside us, and we watched the rest of the movie just holding hands, but for the rest of the film I was dying for him to touch me again." Sandra noticed Ryan was a bit speechless, "looks like boring ole young me can still surprise my husband." Sandra had a chuckle as she raised her glass to her lips, measuring him in that moment.

Ryan paused a moment, Sandra noticed he was clearly in deep thought before he asked "With David? Your freshman year boyfriend? In a theatre?"

Sandra tried to ignore the question, failing to distract the guys by her attempt to offer a top up of their glasses as she bent forward to grab the bottle, but both men persisted. Ryan remembered David from university, and he couldn't have seen him doing anything like that. Ryan suddenly interjected,"I met him a handful of times, and he seemed, well, nice, I thought very conservative religious person, and also a very reserved person, that same guy fingered you in a theatre?" Ryan looked to his wife, and Jason noticed Sandra eyes glancing down at her hands. Sandra blushed, Ryan pressed on, "was it not David?"

Jason's eyes shot back and forth between the couple, "You guys are killing me right now with the suspense. Does Sandra have a scandalous past?" Jason snickered and took another sip. Sandra paused, looking at both men, she caved.

"No... it was another... guy I knew from my lab." Ryan was shocked and immediately it became clear why she hadn't shared this with him before, she was embarrassed that she cheated.

Ryan fell lost in thought but Jason laughed, "you slut!" The tension quickly dissolved as Ryan and Sandra both started laughing.

Sandra smacked Jason in the arm, "You're awful," she laughed, swatting Jason's shoulder but the blush in her cheeks betrayed the thrill of the memory.

With Sandra's story wrapped up, the second bottle empty, Jason could barely keep his eyes open. Ryan interrupted Jason and Sandra, "Sorry but between the day I had today, the time, and the wine I need to crash."

It was only ten but Jason was also feeling exhausted. "Ya, I think I am right there with you. I can barely keep my eyes open."

Sandra teased them both for being "old men"

"Oh ya!" Jason laughed "While I am much older than you both but Jason has no excuse!"

Ryan gave Jason a playful push on the back, "Ya, Ya. let's go man" as Ryan guided Jason towards the guest room. Jason noticed even before they had left the room, Sandra was already picking the next show on Netflix, and topping up her glass. She smirked as she could hear both men teasing her about her fun in the theatre as they moved down the hall.

Ryan opened the door and turned the light on.

"Alright, you should have everything you need and there are towels in the closet if you want to have a shower," Ryan gestured to the closet before yawning and heading down the hall to his own bed.

Ryan crashed into their bed, he must have fallen asleep moments after his head hit the pillow. Frustratingly, despite falling asleep quickly, a deep sleep was not meant to be. Ryan woke up and glanced towards the alarm clock realizing to his frustration it wasn't even midnight. His hand stretched out across the bed, instinctively reaching out to touch Sandra. Holding her, and falling into rhythm with her breathing always helped him fall back asleep. He felt exhausted, wanting more than anything to get some sleep; however, Ryan's hand slid across the smooth sheets finding nothing.

It took him a moment but when he realized what happened he laughed to myself, "I am the old man!?" He realized that Sandra had fallen asleep, again, while watching TV. Ryan debated for a moment just rolling back over and trying to sleep, but he felt guilty knowing she was asleep on the couch and not her bed, so reluctantly he slid out of bed, still exhausted, but determined to wake Sandra and bring her back to bed he headed to the living room.

Moving down the hall, Ryan found the living room dark, the TV was off, not even the lamp was on which was odd. He found himself a bit puzzled at the idea, "she got up, turned the lamp off and laid back down on the couch instead of coming to bed?"

Moving through the dark toward the couch, Ryan went to shake Sandra gently awake to find it was not Sandra, it was her favourite blanket he was attempting to wake. This only added to the confusion of his sleep-addled brain. Ryan realized he didn't check their master bathroom, he just assumed she was still on the couch and hadn't even bothered to see if the door was open or closed, so Ryan turned to head back to bed. Chastising himself for not checking first but than a subtle and indiscernible sound caught his attention, like it was coming from the kitchen. She mustn't be able to sleep either, he thought as he headed to the kitchen walking quietly so as to not wake Jason who was sleeping just down the hall.

As Ryan approached the kitchen he noticed Jason's door was ajar. Ryan's weary body was shuffling quietly back to his room, but as he passed the spare room he noticed the door slightly ajar. He had not meant to look into Jason's room but a flicker of motion caught his eye, and instinct pulled him closer.

In the dim spill of street light coming through the blinds, he saw her, Sandra.

She was straddling Jason, naked, her back to the door, her hips moving in a slow, practiced rhythm. The silhouette of her spine rose and dipped with her breath. She swayed gently, as if her body had forgotten the world, her life, outside that bed.

Jason's hands gripped her ass, fingers sinking in with quiet desperation. Sandra arched, head tilting back, her lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure that Ryan swore he could hear in his mind. She rode him with purpose, each movement confident, shameless, intimate.

Ryan's breath caught, heart racing.

He should have stormed in. Should have shouted, dragged her off him, ended it.

But instead... his hand moved. Unconsciously at first. A palm over the bulge in his boxers, pressure building with every soft gasp that escaped from the room.

He hated himself.

And yet... he couldn't stop.

Her moan slipped out again, barely audible but laced with unmistakable pleasure. Then came the whisper, soft and electric, slicing through the silence and finding Ryan's ears.

"Fuck yes... cum in me"

Ryan's heart cracked. No condom. She wanted him, all of him, everything.

His cock throbbed painfully. His hand moved faster, matching Sandra's rhythm, shame and arousal colliding, folding into something... raw, primal. The bed creaked louder now, her pace quickening, Jason's toes curling, Ryan's orgasm rose hard and sudden, violent in its intensity.

He bit down on his lip, holding back a moan from escaping. Stepping back, back pressed to the wall, cum spilling into his boxers as the woman he loves moaned for another man, a friend.

Still trembling, Ryan backed away, face hot, gut twisted, he stepped in something soft and looked down.

Her panties.

He felt so much shame and oddly like I was the outsider rather than what he was, her husband.

He wanted more than anything to be back in his bed.

Ryan moved quickly to his dresser and found a clean pair of boxers, as he quickly removed his soiled ones into the hamper. He was awkward and rushing, adrenaline fueling his movements because Ryan kept thinking that she would walk in. See him there with his cum stained underwear, realize he knew, and laugh at how pathetic he was.

Instead, Ryan found himself safely back in bed. But his mind refused to give him any escape.

His eyes on the door, he expected her to walk in any second, but seconds turned to minutes. Looking at the clock, again, he noticed a half an hour had passed since he returned to bed. Laying in their bed, Ryan's eyes remained wide locked on their door. He listened for the slightest sound to give a clue as to what they were doing, his mind raced, and he found himself hard again.

A dark silhouette appeared in the door frame, Sandra. She silently slipped into the room, removed her clothing, and got into bed. Ryan feigned a drowsiness that he no longer felt, "hey honey, you fell asleep on the couch again?" What he wanted from her even he didn't understand. Part of him wanted her to break down, confess, beg for his forgiveness but there was something else now, something primal.

"Ya, I made it through half a movie, I think, before I fell asleep. I just woke up a minute ago to find the TV had turned off, and it was just me out on the couch." she chuckled softly before leaning in and kissing Ryan goodnight.

Her lips touched his and his heart pounded in his chest, a memory of the nerves he felt when he kissed a girl for the first time shot into memory, and then to what he saw, what he didn't see. She gently pulled back, paused, "everything alright?"

Ryan's breathing was fast, he forced himself to take a breath. In that moment, just like in the kiss, one thought raced in his mind, "did you suck him?" He felt himself aroused, and thankful she couldn't see him blushing in the darkness of the room.

"Oh no... I am just tired babe"

"Ok, well, I love you." Shave gave his arm a squeeze before rolling onto her side. As he listened to her fall asleep, Ryan lay away staring at the ceiling, unable to stop picturing how her frame, just an hour before, had writhed on their friend.

He listened to her breathing changing pattern as she fell into sleep. He couldn't believe how casually she lied, that she cheated, and now is sleeping peacefully. The thought of that with the mixture of what he had seen and what he imagined the two did in that half hour before returning to bed... Ryan's cock was hard. He carefully pulled the blankets off his body and started to touch himself again as he watched her sleep.

His eyes drifted to the door, then he noticed her clothes. Ryan swallowed hard at the impulse that came to mind. He looked at his wife, sleeping softly, and back to her clothing on the floor.

Doing his very best to move without waking her, Ryan slipped carefully out of bed and moved cautiously around the foot of the bed finding her panties in the pile of clothes on the floor. Slowly and without taking his eyes off her, he removed her panties and jeans. He crawled to the foot of the bed, just out of her line of sight, and began masturbating.

Fearful of being caught he forced himself to be silent, like in the hall. Ryan could tell, the panties were soaked in their cum. In the dark, he stared into the soft fabric balled in his hand as he pleasured himself, his mind replaying what he heard "cum in me" over and over. Ryan would never admit this to Sandra but despite the deep sense of shame he felt in that moment at the foot of their bed, he pushed her panties close to his face and breathed in their scent. His arousal starting to overpower his shame.

Sandra's breathing caught his ear and Ryan pictured her sleeping, Jason's cum in her womb. With a tear in his eye Ryan he hesitated, looked both longingly and with great pain at the panties in his hand, he started to cum. He crushed the panties in his hand, he could feel their cum on his fingers, as he struggled not to move and shake the bed he was resting on, as he had the best orgasm of his life.

Ryan woke in the morning, from a deep sleep, but a cold wet feeling of his cum soaked boxers snapping what had happened last night into the front of his mind. He looked at the clock beside his bed. It was 10, and the bed again was empty. His mouth went dry, and he felt himself getting aroused again.

Ryan lay there for a moment, a jealous thought haunted him, that Sandra was with Jason again. He shook the thought away, "Last night she made a mistake, we were drinking. It was a one-time thing." but as he thought it another pernicious question came to mind, "was that their first time?"

He quietly got out of bed and changed his boxers again. He looked down in shame at his erect penis. His imagination getting the better of him he grabbed his jeans and t-shirt and without making noise moved down the hall. His eyes locked on Jason's door as he moved closer to the spare room, but as he got closer and peaked around the frame, there was only an empty and made bed. But then a noise caught his ear from the kitchen.

Eyes unblinking, Ryan moved closer to the source of the noise. Careful and deliberate he moved silently.

"You still want more?" he heard the playfulness in her voice, making his heart race. Carefully, Ryan peered around the frame until he saw Sandra, in front of the stove cooking.

Sandra was making brunch, Jason sat at the kitchen table checking his phone and an empty plate in front of him.

"We wondered when you might get up. You must have been tired." Jason looked up from his phone and smiled at Ryan.

Ryan looked at Jason, he thought about confronting him, but instead he nodded, "Ya I was exhausted." Sandra crossed the kitchen and pushed some more eggs and bacon onto Jason's plate before fixing one for Ryan.

Gratefully, he quickly sat at the table, no longer self-conscious about the erection he worried he might have in the company of the two... lovers.

"Maybe it was the drinks, but I really worked up an appetite this morning," Sandra said as she sat down at her plate. Ryan's eyes quickly shot to Jason, looking for any type of reaction but nothing came. When he looked back to Sandra, her eyes were locked on her food.

When she looked up, she noticed Ryan's plate untouched, "you not feeling well?"

Ryan snapped out of his head, ".. oh.. I... am fine. Just still waking up, you know?" She smiled and returned to her food. Ryan brought a forkful of eggs to his mouth, but all he could picture was the image of her naked body straddling Jason.

"How did you sleep?" Ryan asked Jason, paying keen attention to both of their reactions.

Sandra gave no hint of recognition at the question, and Jason without a pause responded, "I slept great. Something about that bed after I crashed I didn't wake until morning" while he spoke, Ryan couldn't keep the image of Sandra's naked body riding him.

"Good to hear" Ryan's heart racing, at a loss of how to process last night or his conflicting feelings.

Ryan spent their brunch watching closely for the slightest sign, a glance, a lingering touch, but he picked up on nothing. After everyone finished, and the table was cleared, Jason thanked them both and said he had to get ready to go. Ryan walked with them to the door, unwilling to let her see him off alone, in part as he secretly desired to see some sign or signal between them. Sandra stepped forward and gave Jason a quick hug before saying, "that was so much fun last night, we need to do that again real soon"

"Sounds great! Ryan, I hope that wasn't a pain letting me crash last night?"

Without thinking, Ryan replied, "stay over whenever you like." Jason responded but Ryan was already distracted and didn't process what was said, all he could hear in his mind was "please cum in me.

"Sandra smiled, "It's settled, you'll have to stay the night again soon." Jason closed the door behind him and Sandra returned to the kitchen. Ryan suddenly realized he didn't notice if Sandra tidied the room, or picked up her clothes piled near the door. He thought of her cum soaked panties.

"Hey honey, if you don't mind, I am going to have a shower?"

"Have a shower, I am just going to tidy up a bit here." Ryan headed down the hall to their room, unable to fight the urge to look into the spare room, the bed made, as he had one thing on his mind.