Mag-log in"Dropped by just to say hi, huh? You didn't want to text first?" Amanda sounded either skeptical or disappointed; I couldn't tell which."Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't even really plan on stopping, but as I drove by, it was like I couldn't help myself. I pulled into your driveway, and next thing I knew, I was at your door.""Just to say hi?""Yeah," Tanner said. He seemed uncharacteristically unsure of himself. He paused for a second. "I've got a girlfriend now. Her name's Mackenzie. She's nice.""Really? That didn't take you long," Amanda said, still unreadable. "How long have you been dating?""A couple months now. We were lab partners in biology.""Well, congratulations, I suppose," Amanda murmured. She didn't sound thrilled for Tanner, but she didn't seem upset either. Maybe she was still trying to decide how she felt."Yeah, it's been good. But how are you? I know it's been a while since we've talked. College has been really busy," Tanner said apologetically."Oh, everything's
She leaned over Tanner and gave him a slow kiss. "Listen, as hard as this is, it will pass. I promise you'll move on. You keep telling me how special I am, and as flattering as that is, I know deep down it's not true. There are a lot of special women out there—your college will be full of them. And unlike me, they won't come with the downside of being temporary. Can you trust me on this, Tanner? Promise me that you'll find a way to make it to college?"Tanner stared at the ceiling for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Okay, Amanda. I promise. But can we still text once I leave?"Amanda considered this. "Yes, you can still text. But same rules as before—we can't let Brian see you on my phone.""Okay. As long as I can still talk to you, I can live with that," he kissed Amanda back. "For the record, though, I don't care what you say. I will never meet anyone as special as you."They cuddled in bed together for the rest of the afternoon. When Tanner did finally leave, it was fast and w
At some point during the week, I noticed that the essence of Amanda and Tanner's sex had shifted. At first, they'd been operating on pure instinct and reflex. But as the days progressed, they began to make love in the true sense. Their sex was still passionate, but now it was also tender and soft. They caressed each other more and spent more time watching each other's faces rather than their bodies. It was almost sweet, if not for the fact that Tanner was barely an adult. And the fact that Amanda was married to me.I suspect this essence-shift was a result of what happened between their sex sessions. In their downtime, Amanda and Tanner began to open to each other. It started slow, with Tanner asking Amanda what it was like to be a teacher and deal with former students like him. Amanda returned by asking what Tanner thought of his own teachers. And then the conversation developed further, into Tanner's plans for college and Amanda's plans for her own life. Soon they were talking about
Once again, I found myself on the couch, utterly exhausted but utterly high from watching my wife give herself to Tanner. Unlike the first time, though, this time Amanda showed no ambivalence about it. Hell, she was actively planning to continue.I knew that there was no question I'd pushed my obsession too far. The situation was now self-sustaining and no longer needed me to support it. I counted myself lucky that I could at least keep up with how it developed, thanks to my hidden cameras and the ability to discreetly check Amanda's phone, but still... Knowing that Amanda and Tanner were fully prepared to keep going was a sobering thought.I briefly considered coming clean to Amanda; confessing my role in the entire situation. Or finding a way to somehow 'accidentally' catch them in the act and put a stop to it.But ultimately, I decided against these ideas. Ruling out confession was easy. I knew that despite Amanda's seeking sexual fulfillment elsewhere, she did love me and wanted t
"Tanner... that was incredible. I've never been fucked like that before. Where was that the first time we had sex?" she asked wondrously. She sounded like a teen who'd just given up her virginity—rather than the thirty-year-old wife that she actually was."I'm a quick learner," Tanner shrugged self-deprecatingly. "So, that was better than Mr. Long?"Amanda ran a hand through Tanner's shaggy hair, considering his question. After a moment of thought, she finally responded. "As I said before, I love Brian. He really is a good husband. But on a physical level... there's no comparison. You just seem to get me in a way that he doesn't."Tanner tried to suppress the grin that spread across his face, but he failed miserably. I wasn't sure what he enjoyed more—the fact that he was a better lover than me, or the fact that Amanda was now freely admitting it. I should have been crushed by Amanda's words, but there were now two Brians. Husband Brian and Voyeur Brian. Husband Brian would have been
"I want you, Amanda," he whispered, looking down at her."Oh, Tanner," she whispered back. "I want you too. But I'm married. I love my husband." I could tell her remaining resistance was unraveling fast."I know," Tanner acknowledged. "But he's not here, is he?" He leaned in towards her so that their foreheads were almost touching.I saw Amanda consider Tanner's question, the tension between them reaching a boil. I knew that deep down, though, Amanda had already made her decision.She pulled Tanner into a sudden kiss. Then, before he could react, Amanda pushed her body against his, her desire crashing through what little remained of her resistance.Tanner seemed surprised by the intensity of Amanda's move, but he quickly regained his composure and returned her kiss with the same intensity. The sounds of their mouths smacking could be heard clearly on the camera; I'd never seen Amanda so openly passionate before. Their bodies pressed together with such force I was shocked that they wer
The rest of the week passed slowly. I could tell that Paige was doing her best to focus on the upcoming game. The story on the news wasn't going to just disappear, so on Wednesday we met with the school's lawyers, and with their help Paige released a statement to the media describing Sandy as a fam
She brushed it away. "Someone does, you know. She's just enamored with you." A smile spread across my face as she closed the distance between us, and I luxuriated in the soft, tender kiss that followed. It was one of many we shared before Sandy had to go. I walked her out onto the porch, arm around
The smile on his face never slipped an inch. My mouth was hanging open in stunned shock as the music stopped. We separated, John turning toward the orchestra and applauding. I sort of stumbled away, joining the couples that were moving off the floor. I managed to find my way back to our table, my w
The music started, slow and romantic, and I put my head on her shoulder as she pulled me close, swaying gently to the soft beat. Sandy's voice, a rich alto, sounded softly in my ear as Mr. Clapton began his song.It's late in the evening, she's wondering what clothes to wearShe puts on her makeup,







