My name's David Jones. I had to crash at my brother Ryan Martinez's place 'cause of work in another city. One night, I got home late and the house was dark. I tiptoed to my room, but when I passed Ryan's bedroom, I noticed the door was ajar. Through the crack, I saw Ryan and his wife Scarlett Lewis getting it on. It was my first time seeing people make love. Scarlett, usually so elegant and beautiful, was surprisingly wild. I couldn't take my eyes off her seductive body, and that's where my story began.
"Anyone home?" I called out, standing at Ryan's door with my luggage.
After a few tries with no answer, I fished out the key from my bag and let myself in.
"That's weird, no one's home on a weekend?" I muttered, lugging my bags to my room.
As I got to the second floor, I heard noises from the hallway.
"Faster, even faster!"
"Harder!"
"Don't stop!"
'That sound... Ryan isn't up to something, is he?' I wondered.
I tiptoed with my heavy suitcases towards my room.
But the closer I got, the louder the moans and the sound of bodies slapping together became.
The sultry voice and heavy breathing made my blood boil. My manhood swelled instantly, making my pants feel tight, like it was about to burst out.
My gut told me Ryan was definitely getting it on with his wife.
With the intensity of their movements, their moans echoed downstairs, and it seemed like every corner of the room was their playground.
I got even more curious about what they were doing.
What positions were they using? Was Ryan on top, or was Scarlett?
I also wondered how Ryan, an average-looking guy, landed a wife with such a killer body.
I remembered hearing during a job interview that Ryan's wife was named Scarlett Lewis.
She even made the company's list of outstanding employees, looking sharp in a black work uniform in her photo.
The photo was cropped just above her chest, her large, round breasts pushing up the white shirt, just like how my swollen manhood felt right now.
I wondered how amazing it would be to spend a night with Scarlett, her voluptuous figure beneath me.
I imagined pinning her down, her large, round breasts enveloping me as I thrust between them.
As I reached climax and prepared to release, a shot of milky white fluid would spray out, landing on Scarlett's flushed face.
She would extend her soft, fragrant tongue, gently licking it, and complimenting me.
Needless to say, I'd definitely explode with pleasure.
The more I fantasized, the stronger the swelling sensation below me became, making me eager to have her right now.
After quickly dropping off my luggage in my room, I stepped out and quietly approached the master bedroom door.
The sounds from the room became clearer.
Not only were there sounds of bodies slapping, but also the sounds of a man and a woman panting, and the sound of a table shaking.
"Harder!"
"Faster!"
They weren't doing it on the bed in such a big room? Were they on the table?
They had quite a variety of ways to play!
So, was Scarlett sitting on the table now, or lying on it?
I got more and more curious, and also more excited.
I stood in front of the closed door, hesitated for two seconds with my hand on the doorknob. Should I open the door and peek inside?
What if the door was locked, and the noise of opening it disturbed them?
What if the door opened, and Scarlett or Ryan saw me standing there?
Would they get mad and kick me out?
But hey, there were always more solutions than problems. Since peeking through the door was tricky, I decided to try the window.
The master bedroom window was conveniently connected to the living room balcony.
I quickly made my way to the balcony, grabbed the railing with both hands, placed my right foot on it, pushed off with my left foot, and flipped over the balcony.
With both feet on the edge, holding the railing tightly, I took a light step and reached the outside of the master bedroom window.
The window was covered by white curtains, but there was a small gap in the middle.
I leaned against the bed, pressed my head against the window, and squinted to look through the gap.
Scarlett was lying flat on the bed, her long, white legs bent and resting on it.
As Ryan moved quickly, Scarlett's large, round breasts swayed violently. They looked so soft, like they'd feel dense and delicate if I squeezed them.
Ryan was kneeling between Scarlett's legs, his hips pressed tightly against hers, moving rapidly but with a very small range of motion.
Whether it was the dim light or Ryan's short manhood, I couldn't see any traces of him entering and exiting Scarlett, not even a shadow.
Really? Was Ryan that ineffective?
How could he match Scarlett's top-tier beauty and figure?
What a waste of Scarlett's amazing body!
But seeing Scarlett lying naked in front of me, even if she was with another man, excited me immensely.
My manhood throbbed even more excitedly in my pants, eager to be with Scarlett.
How could there be such a sexy and charming woman?
Just as I was about to imagine myself in Ryan's place, a conversation came from the room.
"Are you done already?" Scarlett said, her tone filled with disdain.
"Yes."
"I can't stand you! You just took an aphrodisiac, how can you still be so powerless?"
"I have no choice. This is my limit." Ryan's weak voice floated out through the window crack and into my ears.
It seemed like he held a very low position at home.
"You useless thing! How are we going to have children like this? Colleagues who got married after us already have kids in kindergarten! And us! No signs of anything. You make me so embarrassed in front of my colleagues!" Scarlett's voice was full of disdain and anger.
But to me, Scarlett was more disdainful of Ryan's sexual performance.
As for children, it was just an excuse to cover up her strong sexual desires.
"Scarlett, can you not be so harsh? It really weighs on me. And without children, we can enjoy our time as a couple, right?" Ryan actually naively believed Scarlett's excuse.
Scarlett sneered, "You? A person who can't last ten minutes thinks he deserves a couple's life?"
That was too insulting! As a man, I felt humiliated.
Ryan's face looked even worse from the humiliation.
"Enough, Scarlett, don't be so harsh."
"Too harsh? If it's too harsh, then last a few more minutes! Let your sperm penetrate me a bit deeper!"
"Let me tell you directly, if you can't fulfill my wish to be a mother, don't blame me for having sex with someone else and letting them have a child with me!"
After that, footsteps were heard in the room, and Scarlett was walking towards the bathroom.