Joel spies on his wife Clara in the woods, discovering with astonishment and desire how she gives herself to another man, unleashing emotions and doubts that threaten their marriage.
Joel opened his eyes, adjusting the focus of the binoculars with trembling hands. The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the trees, casting dancing shadows across the forest clearing. There, about fifty yards away, stood his wife, Clara. She carried a heavy load of firewood on her shoulders, her slender but strong body bowing slightly under the weight. Her brown hair, tied back in a ponytail, swayed with every step she took. Joel watched her with a mixture of admiration and something he couldn't quite define.
He'd started spying on her a few weeks ago, after noticing changes in her behavior. Clara seemed more distant, more distracted. And now, there she was, carrying firewood as if it were nothing, when he knew perfectly well that he always took care of that. Why was he doing it? What was he looking for? Joel had no answers, only questions that ate at him inside.
Suddenly, a man appeared in her field of vision. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a smile that seemed carved to seduce. Joel felt a knot in his stomach as he watched him approach Clara. The man spoke to her, and she stopped, laughing softly. Joel couldn't hear what they were saying, but the way the man moved, how he placed his hands on the load to help her, was too intimate.
The man took the moment to hug her from behind, his arms surrounding her waist with a familiarity that made Joel grip the binoculars tightly. Clara didn't resist. In fact, she seemed to relax, as if this contact was exactly what she needed. Joel watched, helpless, as the man rubbed his erect member against his wife's rear end. Clara's ass, round and firm, seemed to moisten under the pressure, and Joel felt his own cock harden inside his pants.
"What are you doing?" Joel muttered to himself, even though he knew there was no answer.
Clara timidly took the initiative. She turned to the man, her eyes shining with a mixture of nervousness and desire. Without a word, she guided him to the floor, kneeling in front of him. Joel held his breath as he watched his wife position herself on top of the man, using her ass to swallow his member. The man moaned softly, his hands gripping Clara's hips as she moved with a rhythm that seemed innate.
"Fuck," Joel whispered, feeling his cock throb inside his pants.
Aquella era la primera vez que veía a Clara con otro hombre, y la imagen lo consumía. Su esposa, siempre tan reservada, tan tímida, ahora se movía con una confianza que lo dejaba sin aliento. El hombre la levantaba, cargándola contra la pared más cercana, y la follaba con una intensidad que hacía que Clara gimiera como una zorrita. Sus pechos, grandes y firmes, rebotaban con cada embestida, y Joel no podía apartar la mirada.
El hombre la llevó luego a una soga que colgaba de una rama cercana. La ató con delicadeza, colocándola sobre sus piernas como si fuera una ofrenda. Clara estaba a su merced, y él no dudó en aprovecharlo. Ordeñó su cuerpo con las manos, pellizcando sus pezones hasta que ella gimió de placer. Joel observó, fascinado y horrorizado, cómo su esposa se rendía completamente a aquel desconocido.
—¿Qué estás haciendo, Clara? —murmuró Joel, aunque sabía que ella no podía escucharlo.
El hombre no parecía tener prisa. Follaba a Clara con un ritmo lento y deliberado, como si quisiera saborear cada momento. Clara, por su parte, parecía perdida en el éxtasis, sus ojos cerrados, su boca abierta en un gemido continuo. Joel se preguntó si ella sabía que él estaba allí, observándolos. ¿Le importaría? ¿Disfrutaría sabiendo que su marido la estaba viendo?
De repente, el hombre se detuvo y miró hacia donde Joel estaba escondido. Por un momento, Joel pensó que había sido descubierto, pero entonces el hombre sonrió y le hizo una seña con la cabeza.
—¿Tienes algo de beber? —gritó el hombre, su voz cortando el silencio del bosque.
Joel se quedó paralizado. ¿Debía intervenir? ¿Decir algo? Pero antes de que pudiera decidir, Clara abrió los ojos y lo miró directamente. Su expresión era inexpresiva, como si no lo reconociera. Luego, miró al hombre y asintió.
—Y condones —añadió ella, su voz ronca de deseo.
Joel sintió cómo su polla se endurecía aún más, si eso era posible. ¿Condones? ¿En serio? Su esposa, su Clara, estaba pidiendo condones para seguir follando con otro hombre, y él estaba allí, escondido, observando como un voyeur. ¿Qué estaba pasando? ¿Qué estaba haciendo?
El hombre se levantó, dejando a Clara atada a la soga, y se acercó a donde Joel estaba escondido. Joel contuvo la respiración, pero el hombre no lo vio. En su lugar, se dirigió a una mochila que estaba cerca y sacó una botella de agua y un paquete de condones. Luego regresó con Clara, abriéndole la botella y dándosela para que bebiera.
—Gracias —dijo ella, su voz suave y agradecida.
El hombre sonrió y se colocó un condón antes de volver a follarla. Clara lo recibió con un gemido, sus piernas abriéndose para él como si fuera la cosa más natural del mundo. Joel observó, fascinado, cómo su esposa se entregaba completamente a aquel desconocido. ¿Era esto lo que quería? ¿Era esto lo que necesitaba?
Joel wondered if he should intervene, if he should come out of hiding and confront them. But something held him back. Was it fear? Or was it curiosity? He wanted to keep watching, keep learning. He wanted to understand what was happening, why Clara was doing this.
The man and Clara were lost in ecstasy, their bodies moving in unison, their moans filling the air. Joel, his cock hard and his heart racing, wondered what would happen next. What did it all mean? What would happen to their marriage? The future was uncertain, full of possibilities, and Joel didn't know if he was ready to face it.
But for now, he could only watch, learn, and feel his cock throb inside his pants as his wife fucked another man in the afternoon sunlight.