I spent the rest of the evening studying Jay. After my afternoon of exhibition, which was lost on the oblivious eye candy working on the garage, I got to thinking about how Jay had really increased his sexual aggression with me lately. It reminded me of how we would fuck after we had spent the night swinging with other couples. Every time we had sex with other people, Jay and I couldn’t get enough of each other afterward. The moment we got back to our hotel room or were back at home and were alone, Jay would attack me and the feel of his familiar cock made my mind blow, made me want him even more. Though we loved sex with others, we loved having sex with each other even more afterwards. That level of desire didn’t dissolve for several weeks. It was that same level of desire for me during the past couple weeks that had my attention. His hands squeezed harder and his thrusts were stronger when we were together. The night he rushed into our bedroom and climbed on top of me while I was fucking my dildo as I recalled my afternoon with the dozer driver was maybe the hardest I’d cum with my husband ever. His orgasm was all-consuming too. I had never seen his body tense so hard and god did I love it!

But that was what had me wondering. The same day I blew the dozer driver, Jay fucked me hard later that night. Every day during the last couple weeks when I masturbated or when Kyle visited and I showed any interest, Jay was out of his mind horny and we would get each other off. It was as if he was watching me because it wasn’t like he was ever home when these things took place. The idea was impossible and silly but I couldn’t shake the thought.

So I spent the night pretending to be exhausted. I over-exaggerated my yawns and feigned dozing off on the couch so I could spy on Jay. If he were somehow watching me then he would be raring to go after seeing me masturbate in the dining room earlier that day. So I waited. And I pretended to sleep.

Jay quietly put away his drink when he thought enough time had passed for me to have fallen asleep. I watched him through slitted eyelids as he walked on the balls of his feet, cushioned by soft carpet, towards the home office. I waited as patiently as I could. I started thinking about the possibility that he might have hidden some cameras, or something, around the house and that maybe he would see me, with my legs spread wide in front of the dining room windows, and start stroking his thick cock watching me. Watching me. Like I had wanted the construction workers to notice me and stroke their own cocks. But they hadn’t noticed and my mind started reeling with the idea the my husband actually would stroke his cock watching me.

When I heard the creaking of his office chair, I knew. I had heard it so many times before. My pussy immediately inflamed and I squeezed my thighs tight under the blanket I used as a prop. I felt my heartbeat quicken and my body started to shake nervously a little bit. I wanted to see what my husband was doing and wanted to see what he was looking at. I had to fight with every ounce of resistance in me to not just jump up and rush to the office door. I had to wait to see if something on the computer screen would tell me how he knew what I’d been up to. Was he spying on me?! I had to know so I had to be patient. But if my man was too horny, then I knew he would work his cock fast so he could cum then wake me for bed. I waited as long as I could.

I flipped off the blanket and crept to the door. I’d done this many times before. I loved watching him jerk off. I loved how his fantasy overtook his body, how his eyes became distant, how his face shape changed, how it relaxed while his stomach and arm muscles tightened, and how in that moment, that amazing orgasmic moment, he couldn’t ever hide the slightest of groans and how his breathing increased to near panting. Oh I usually masturbated in bed the same night after he drifted to sleep remembering him in that moment. But there were certainly times I just ran my hand down my pants while watching him and stroked my pussy while I watched. I didn’t think I had time for that tonight. I had to see if somehow Jay was spying on me.

Quietly stepping toward the office door I leaned forward, peering through the crack. As I had hoped, Jay had his pants off and his thighs were spread apart. His hand was wrapped around his erection and he was pumping it…fast! I pressed my fingers between my thighs over my shorts just to keep the tension at bay. Jay’s body started to tremble so I knew he was close. I could hear his breathing getting heavier and his hand focused on the tip of his cock. He leaned back in his chair. I pressed my fingers harder against my pussy. My knees felt weak.

Then, just at the moment Jay was about to cum, I heard my voice moaning through the computer speakers. I froze. I strained to recognize when the video might have been done. Was it today?! Was it one of our fuck videos?!  I couldn’t tell and Jay’s groan pulled my focus back to him. As my voice rang through the speakers, Jay’s cock exploded and he came so hard his head flipped back and I thought he might tip the chair over. His stroking subsided in time with the silencing of my voice coming from the speakers. Jay tapped on the computer keyboard then walked toward the bathroom. I stood quietly in the shadow of the door while he walked toward the adjacent room. When the bathroom door closed I hurried into his office. I moved the computer mouse and tried to find what Jay had opened on his computer. I opened folders, documents, the video camera. Nothing! I found no evidence that he was spying on me. I could only assume he had pulled up one of our videos. There was no way to know.

I closed the files and hurried back toward the couch. I pulled the blanket back over my head and watched Jay move back from the bathroom to the office. After a few moments the lights went dark and my man’s shadow moved towards me. I closed my eyes and felt his strong hand squeeze my shoulder lightly as he gently shook me “awake.”

“Time for bed, sweetie,” he said in his soft I love you voice. I sat upward. Yawned. Stretched. Then took his hand as he led me to bed.