An Eyeful

Erica looked at the calendar. It had been exactly a month ago since she drove up to the house. A white mustang took her usual spot in the driveway. As soon as she pulled up, she knew what was happening inside her home. She couldn’t be upset about it. That would make her a hypocrite. After all the only reason she was home early was because her own lover had cut the weekend short to get back to his wife.

As she approached the door, curiosity got the best of her. She always wondered what it looked like for two guys to have sex; of course she was assuming he was with a man. She had seen it in dirty movies but never in person. She wondered what her husband was like when he was in his lifestyle. Was he the bottom or the top? She had to know. He owed her that much.

Quietly, she stepped away from the front steps and walked around the side of the house. His bedroom was on the backside. Surely, they were doing it in the bed. Jim wasn’t creative or kinky enough to do it anywhere else. She crept up to the window and peeked in through the blinds. At first it was hard to see, but she could hear voices.

“Slow down baby we have all weekend,” said a voice, which wasn’t her husband’s.

Erica leaned in closer. The voice didn’t exactly sound like that of a man’s either. Maybe he was into women after all, she thought. If he was, then she definitely had to find out more. What kind of women did he like? Maybe he was into what some of the porn movies called BBW – big beautiful women. Quickly, she shook that thought out of her head. He couldn’t be into that. If she wanted to find out more, she was gonna have to get a better view she thought.

Slowly, she crept back to the front of the house. Maybe if she was quiet enough, she would be able to creep up to the door and watch them without them noticing. Erica moved through the house like a shadow. She didn’t even bother closing the door for fear of making noise.

The closer she got to the bedroom, the faster her heart beat.