A little break from the fiction… Cucked at a comedy show.
Last night we were at a comedy show, and about halfway through I noticed my husband was completely distracted. He kept looking over toward the bar, and his leg wouldn't stop bouncing. When I asked what was up, he leaned in and told me he'd spotted one of his regulars at a table across the room. Apparently they'd been texting back and forth.
He asked me how I'd feel if he met him in the bathroom for a quickie. I told him to go for it, obviously.
For the next twenty minutes, I sat there trying to watch the show while my phone kept buzzing. He was sending me videos and pictures from the other guy's phone. I got to see him on his knees in a bathroom stall, a pic of his face pressed against the door looking totally blissed out, and a few other shots of the action. It was fucking incredible just sitting there in a crowd of people, watching my phone, knowing what was happening just feet away.
He came back to the table looking perfectly fucked out and satisfied right before the show ended. The other guy ended up following us home. They didn't even make it to the bedroom before they started in on each other again in our living room. I got to watch from the closet like I usually do when we have company over. They went at it for hours. Listening to them and watching through the crack in the door... it was everything.
Still buzzing from it all today. What a fucking night.