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from view.
    “Use condoms!” I shouted after them. “They’re in the nightstand!”
    As much as I wanted to see Diane with Marcus, I felt it would take away from her moment, so I stayed on the couch and listened. At first, I could barely hear any sounds.  They must’ve been breaking the ice. I knew she was still shy. Minutes passed. Then, imperceptibly, I heard Diane’s voice rising up… and up… and up. Whatever was happening, it sounded good! It went on for a long time.
    I couldn’t stop myself. I snuck down the hall and hovered around the door. It was closed, but I knew there was no lock on it. I listened and heard Diane make noises I had never heard before. Underneath was a rhythmic creaking of the bed. They were fucking! I grasped the doorknob and slowly turned it. I peered through the tiny crack and it was a wonder to behold: Diane was naked, on her back, the broad torso of Marcus over her, driving himself into her again and again. She writhed and yelped and for a moment it seemed she was in pain, but her words told me differently.
    “Oh god! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh my god!” She had lost all brain function, it seemed. She kept repeating those words over and over. Sometimes what she said wasn’t words at all. Diane clung to his thick arms, her legs wide apart and just let him have his way with her. It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. My cock was rock hard and I really wanted to see Marcus’ cock in action. But I dared not go in. I watched until I could see the sheen of sweat forming on Marcus’ back and heard Diane just about lose her mind. He was like a piston, pounding her!
    Suddenly, he bellowed and cried out, stiffening against her. She gave a big yelp and fell back, her heels jerking against his butt, pulling him deeper into her. My god, it was wild! I had never seen Diane act like that during lovemaking, not in twenty-one years.
    I carefully closed the door and tiptoed away, my mind reeling. I felt good, like a man who had searched high and low for just the right Christmas present and the wife had just unwrapped it and said she loved it. I also felt jealous and sad, because I knew I could never bring her to such heights!
    It was a strange combination of sensations.
    I sat on the couch, expecting them to come out in a half-hour or so. Imagine my surprise when I heard them at it again! My god, what kind of beast had I found in Marcus? How could he get it up again after all that? I knew I never could. Diane’s voice rose up and it had a new sense of urgency, like she couldn’t believe it was happening, either.
    Once again, I found myself outside their door, peeking in. This time, Diane was on her knees on the bed, her face flat on the sheet, her arms forward to grip whatever she could grab. Marcus was kneeling behind her, stroking himself into her. This time, I could see his cock! It was nearly twice as big as mine. It was encased in a tight condom that barely seemed to fit as he shoved it into my wife again and again. Her pussy bulged around it as it went in and there was a froth of white around it. His hands gripped her hips tightly, leaving red marks, and he used her like a rag doll, pulling him onto his cock and pushing her away.
    Diane was yelping and crying and making all sorts of noises. It didn’t sound like she was having as much fun and I almost came in when I heard her say, “Oh fuck me! Yes! Do it! DO IT! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it! Give me that huge black cock!”
    Diane is a reserved woman and to hear her say those nasty things shocked me. My jaw dropped and I couldn’t believe it. How could Marcus turn her into a shrieking slut so easily?
    He sped up and I knew they were nearly finished. I should’ve snuck away but I couldn’t. I watched as he bellowed his release once again and Diane screamed something intelligible and they collapsed onto the bed. I used that opportunity to sneak away.
    They came out forty minutes later. Marcus looked much the same, only more mellow. But