Curiosity

It was curiosity that led me here. I sit in the dark watching.  She straddles your lap in the chair, kissing you as if you are the wind keeping the fire alive. She clings to you, molds her body to yours.  She nibbles your bottom lip, then breaks the kiss long enough to pull her dress over her head.  You pick her up and carry her to the bed. Starting at her knees, you kiss up her body, in a familiar way, pausing at points that make her arch into you. Draws her to you. Stoking her flame. Her moans mixing with your mumbles to make a lustful melody that now plays over and over in my mind. She whispers her desires, while yours are prominent. I watch you enter her, listen to her sharp gasp, feel it rock me to my core, and my jealousy overflows. I think of that feeling, often. The segway in the journey. She clings to you, rocks back and forth and mewls. You change positions with her, as my heart changes positions in my chest. I watch as you give her everything you’ve ever given me. She calls your name, familiar on her tongue. I am as turned on as I am off. As she reaches the precipice, you visibly struggle to not do the same. You completely stop and pull out.  You sit on the end of the bed while she asks what’s wrong.  You shake your head and give her your attention, and your tongue. I start to replay the times you’ve had me like you’re having her. How you used to crave me, like you crave her.  Trying to deafen her screams and moans. I shift in my seat, sip my drink and promise myself to watch this til the end.  

You’ve entered her again, This time moving with a speed and intensity I haven’t seen in years.  This must be new for her too, because she can’t seem to match your rhythm.  As you curse through your release, you look over. Right through the glass wall, and at me. We lock eyes. I blew you, my husband, a kiss.  

I stood and excused myself from the handsome gentleman next to me. I walked down the ornate hall, past all of the glass walled rooms. Through the mass of voyeurs dressed in evening wear and masquerade masks.  Out into the main dance floor.  Spurning all advances as I headed outside. I took off my wedding ring.  I wouldn’t need this anymore. I got in my car outside the sex club I’d followed my husband to. Cultured Indiscretions.  Curiosity led me here.