Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance (9 page)

“I can’t see properly,” Lucy whispered. “Let’s stand up. We’ll have to get familiar if we want to keep our cover.”

Hugo stood up, the question “what?” imprinted in his open mouth before she grabbed him and pulled him in for an embrace. They didn’t actually kiss, but Lucy wedged her face against his, pressing cheek-to-cheek, so that he could feel her soft skin, breathe in her Chanel No.5. To anyone behind them, it would probably look as though they were in a full-on PDA.

Hugo felt her pressing her hips to him, and realized she would be able to feel his semi-hard cock pressing against her.

“Hey,” he said, pulling his hips away from hers. “Careful.”

Lucy grinned, her dark eyes full of mischievous mirth. “Who knew you were so gifted?” she said. “It’s a wonder Maddie feels the need for alternatives.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Although,” she added, “If you were mine and I knew the thought of me being with another man made you that hard, I’d want to do it too. Who are we kidding, I’d probably want to do it anyway, just because you’d let me.”

“Shh! You want to blow our cover?”

It took a while, and it seemed to Hugo that Lucy was as nervous as he was in watching the various people coming out of there. Where were they? It would be such a disappointment if they did hang back, make use of an empty theater to misbehave.

Then, suddenly, there they were.

Twelve

Hugo felt a strange dizzying energy sweep through his system on seeing them.

Madeleine looked simply dazzling in a stylish crimson dress that clung to her curves and fell mid-thigh, which perhaps wasn’t quite as short as some of the skirts she’d worn to work that summer, but seemed a touch scandalous for the classical music crowd. She was wearing a coat over the top, but left it open to reveal her dress, her legs looking divine clad in black nylon.

Somehow she seemed different than the Madeleine he knew so well—initially, he wasn’t sure if it was just the strangeness of seeing an unfamiliar man on her arm. After a moment or two, he realized it was her confident bearing as she stood there with him, waiting for him to retrieve and light a cigarette.

With her dark eyeliner, heavy mascara, and jarringly bright scarlet lipstick, she looked a little like a movie star from some bygone age, when the contrast had to be exaggerated because everything was in black and white. Hugo recognized the look from some of the girls they sometimes saw hanging around in the college students’ apartment across the street. The thought prompted a little burst of zesty jealousy within him, along with a piquant hint of arousal: her make-up was designed to attract a younger man—Connor, not her husband.

That lipstick seemed to straddle the border between sleazy and ultra-sexy glamor. It made him think of how it might smear while her lips were gliding up and down her new boyfriend’s cock.

Connor himself looked dashing in a smart dark suit, his crimson shirt making him match Madeleine’s outfit as though they were dance partners. Hugo hadn’t really seen him except from a distance, and now felt quietly pleased that he was so well turned out. Worthy, perhaps, of Madeleine.

Lucy held Hugo tight, like a lover, standing on tiptoes as though her petite frame might hide him. He was confident neither Madeleine nor Connor would spot them.

He watched them pause, Connor saying something to Madeleine that made her smile, then look at him with adoring eyes.

Jesus. This man really was on course to take her, if he so wanted.

“Are you okay with this?” Lucy whispered as she continued to cling on to him.

He had lost his erection. It wasn’t that he wasn’t still blooming with quiet excitement, it was simply the shock of realizing what was going on.

“Yes,” he replied. “I think so.”

Lucy said, “You better know so. Very soon, you won’t get the option of stopping them.”

Hugo watched Connor offer his cigarette to Madeleine, who accepted it, drew a great long toke on it, startling her husband, since as far as he knew she’d been a non-smoker as long as he’d known her. She handed it back to him without any hint that it wasn’t some completely normal occurrence in her life. Then the two of them turned, and slowly walked toward Lucy and Hugo, who now regretted not shifting further over to the side of the steps.

Hugo felt panic rising in his chest—that paranoid part of him concerned that they would be seen, that Madeleine would be angry at having her privacy invaded, that she would wreak her revenge by going straight home with Connor, spending the night with him. He buried his face in Lucy’s neck, as though nuzzling her,

The other couple drifted by without noticing they were being watched. Hugo appreciated that had they been seen, Madeleine probably wouldn’t have been angry. Surprised, perhaps.

“I don’t want to stop them,” he whispered to Lucy, and with the initial shock of This Is Really Happening Now mellowing into his general feeling of aroused-jealous wonderment, he felt a warm tingle in his loins as the blood started flowing back into his manhood.

“Good,” Lucy whispered in his ear, doing a good job in pretending they were a couple unable to resist each other after an evening of performing arts.

“I feel bad we’ve never really done anything like this together,” he said. “You know—dressing up, seeing some culture.”

“You’ve been settling in, there’s plenty of time for all that,” Lucy said.

“We rarely did anything in Boston, either. It makes me feel I’ve neglected her.”

“You were her caregiver. That was the complete opposite of neglect. Connor just comes from a different world—and remember, he has to win Madeleine over, he has to impress her.”

Lucy gave him a little reassuring squeeze. He wondered in that moment why she’d had such trouble finding the right guy. She deserved someone worthwhile.

He said, “You think we could really follow them, and they wouldn’t know we were doing it?”

“We can try,” she said, tentatively turning to cast an eye behind her, to see whether they were safe to follow.

They followed about twenty paces behind their prey, Lucy clinging to Hugo’s arm, both of them completely tense, poised to turn and perhaps pull each other in for another fake kiss in the event that Connor or Madeleine suddenly turned.

They didn’t turn. Arm in arm, they seemed completely absorbed in each other—stoking Hugo’s jealousy as they chatted and laughed flirtatiously. They strolled slowly down 5th before turning into the park, as their followers had predicted.

It was already dark, of course, though there was street lighting along the path they were following. There was plenty of scope for them to go off piste, though, and disappear from sight.

Lucy held Hugo back a little, since the absence of others entering the park this time of night made their presence that much more noticeable. They hung back, held hands like a loving couple, constantly vigilant for signs that their prey might turn and see them. But Madeleine and Connor were too absorbed in each other to be concerned about others.

Descending through the trees to the lake, then skirting around the lake a little to ensure distance from the main trail, Madeleine and Connor paused by the waterside, gazing at the view of the city over the park.

Hugo watched with bated breath as Madeleine tugged on Connor’s hand, and the two of them came together, arms encircling each other, lips closing in on lips.

Hugo gasped, almost giving them away, though the dark bushes leant them suitable concealment.

Somehow, whether helped by the lights of the city, reflected off the still surface of the lake, or the fact their eyes had gotten used to the darkness, Hugo found he could see Madeleine and her new lover fairly well.

She was smiling as she kissed him, and when they finally broke apart, there was clear affection in her expression—clear feelings for Connor. Madeleine hadn’t been open about how much she’d seen this guy so far—well, as far as Hugo was supposed to know, she was on a date with some character called Will tonight. But he wasn’t expecting this level of a connection between them. It cut Hugo to the bone, but he knew he had to choose to take it as simple lust and appreciation for the guy, not love.

He wanted her to be with a guy who was worthy enough, who made her melt inside, that was a good thing. But he had to tell his primordial instincts that it was okay, this man wasn’t going to steal his wife. It wasn’t easy to just switch off those innate hormone-driven feelings.

Connor stroked her cheek, and leaned forward to kiss her tenderly again.

Hugo felt himself tremble as his wife placed her hand gently on the side of Connor’s neck as they continued to kiss, her eyes closing as she sucked on his lips, inhaled his fragrance. A kiss could be worse than anything when a husband allowed his wife to be with another. Sex might be personal, but it could be seen as purely a physical thing—two people rubbing themselves together to satisfy an urge. Kissing involved staring into each others’ eyes, soft caresses of the cheeks, affectionate romance between the participants—it was more intimate than you gave it credit.

It didn’t help that the scene in which they found themselves was wonderfully romantic.

Hugo found himself drifting into some strange kind of dream state as Madeleine continued to lock lips with this comparative stranger, looking so blissed out by the experience that it made Hugo feel as though he was on cloud nine himself. He almost failed to notice her break off from Connor now, then whisper something in his ear.

A smile crept across Connor’s face, as he gave her a slight nod.

Madeleine sank slowly to her knees in front of him. Hugo felt a sudden queasy sensation in his stomach. He looked at Lucy, and she was giving him a pointed stare, eyebrows raised, face silently fixed in the kind of expression that clearly told him—this is your last chance. Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Lucy held out her smartphone to him—indicating that he could call Madeleine, right now, and she would stop. They wouldn’t need some shouted confrontation in the middle of the park.

Hugo took a deep breath and shook his head. He might be feeling dizzy above the neck, but below the waist he was hard as granite. Madeleine looked absolutely gorgeous, the angel corrupted, and the glimpse of her face that Hugo had seen just before she sank was worth any hardship he could go through—she seemed so exhilarated.

In something of a daze, he saw his wife’s hands fumbling with the younger man’s belt. From here, they could see everything—disturbingly close.

Connor reached down, stroking Madeleine’s cheek as she unzipped his fly, and then dragged down his suit pants to reveal his impressive hardness. Even now, the guy didn’t seem concerned that this was a public park, that anyone could come along and see them.

Madeleine smiled up at him, that warmth of real affection still jabbing Hugo between the ribs, and she took another man’s erect cock in her hands.

The night air was suddenly pierced by a squawk from an emergency vehicle’s siren down Central Park West. Both couples there by the lake froze.

But the siren passed. After a sigh of relief, Madeleine was looking up at her new boyfriend, and they were laughing about it together.

They saw Madeleine looking about her, a last check to see they were alone.

Hugo stiffened as he saw Madeleine’s red, red lips curl upwards as she gazed into Connor’s eyes, offering him a last sexy smile.

Her focus was fell onto the sizable beast in front of her—exploring it, feasting her eyes on it as she coaxed it with her hands, slowly pumping him in preparation for her mouth.

With all the clamor in his ears and in his head as she edged her face close to it, Hugo almost missed the fact that Connor was completely bare. Not a single hair was visible other than on his head. It seemed almost as though he was a statue.

No wonder Madeleine had wanted to shave herself for him.

Hugo felt a jolt of shock tear through his chest as Madeleine ducked down, pushing her face against Connor’s body, nudging her cheek against his hardness as she kissed his abdomen just beside it. She brushed it with the silky blonde hair that strayed over her forehead and then slowly trailed her mouth and nose up from his sac all the way up his hard, straight cock, breathing in his scent, feeling the softness of his skin, the heat of his body.

Madeleine replaced her nose with the tip of her tongue as she caressed his twitching shaft, licking him, down, then upward, until the tip of his prick was at her lips, and she only needed a slight movement for him to be inside her.

He saw her look up into Connor’s eyes, a question on her face—teasing him: you really want this? As she pressed that huge hot column of flesh to her face. Hugo wasn’t looking at Connor to catch his response, but whatever it was made the silent question on Madeleine’s face melt into a wicked, sultry look of pure lust and desire.

She was licking him again, rising up to the tip, but this time with clear intent in her beautiful dark eyes.

Hugo drew in a sharp breath as he watched her part her lips, and slip them over the head of the other man’s bulging manhood. She slowly slid down, taking more of him inside her, her hands gripping tightly around the base of his shaft.

Madeleine—his Madeleine—was sucking a stranger’s cock.

Connor groaned, long and deep, tilting his head back, his eyes closed as she rose and fell on his hardness, then withdrew, her tongue gliding up and down his shaft in the same slow, sensual rhythm a few times before she took him back inside her mouth.

Hugo throbbed with excitement at such a wanton display from his pretty wife.

Madeleine tucked a rogue strand of her hair behind her ear, as though to allow her husband to better see her face rather than to pull it out of her way. For a while she focused her sucking on his tip, swirling her tongue around his head, feeling the strange topography of that large rounded helmet with her lips as her hand pumped his shaft firmly to maintain the rhythm.

Gazing down at the beautiful flushed blonde as she pumped his cock and bobbed her head over its tip, Connor placed his hand on her head, his fingers moving through her silky blonde hair. He gripped her tightly, guiding her rhythm, fucking her face, no doubt feeling her soft lips made waxy by her bright red lipstick.

Connor moaned, loudly, then they heard him warn her, “I’m so close.”

Madeleine grinned up at him, and Hugo saw how her makeup was already smeared. She looked so sexy. Then she said to the man who was not her husband, “So come for me.”

That almost had Hugo exploding in his pants again.

She slipped Connor’s cock back in her mouth, stretching her soft scarlet-stained lips around the man’s tip, sinking down on him, her hand continuing to pump him, the other cradling his sac.

Connor placed his hand on her head again as she took him deep, and for a few moments he was just fucking her pretty face in obscene ecstasy.

He let out a deep guttural groan, and Hugo saw his cock flinch in her hands. He was visibly pumping into her. Hugo heard his wife swallowing, even above the low noise of the traffic half a block away—she was gulping down his cream, her face the picture of bliss and satisfaction at such a filthy end to their little date.

A little of his emission escaped her lips, splashing over her chin, her neck, her upper chest.

Madeleine gave an impish grin, wiping the fluid, rubbing it into her skin. She opened her mouth to clean his cock as it throbbed, the last few aftershocks dying down following his climax. Hugo swore he could see the come inside her mouth.