[pt1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8elejh/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door/)
[pt2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8enztv/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt2/)
[pt3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8eujtc/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt3/)
[pt4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8ex766/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt4/)
Why is it when you are in a hurry, you seem to get caught but EVERY red light between you and where you are going. It was almost like the Universe was holding me back…….teasing me longer even. At each light, my legs clamped together, squeezing my cock. I wasn’t really meaning to do that. It was just happening. It was like my body needed the release. Even as I drove, my free hand would leave the steering wheel and cup my cock, giving it a small jack here and there.
When I pulled up onto my street, I was both relieved and disappointed when I heard the mower still running in the backyard. The part that was relieved still was the part that wanted to keep my marriage sacred. It didn’t want my wife to be soiled, used, pleasured, fucked, sucked, whatever by this home wrecking stranger.
“Home wrecking stranger……. How hypocritical of me” I thought, reflecting back to my fling with my patient.