You Fucked My Wife

"You fucked my wife." He said.
Calm. No anger in his voice.
No heat in the way he said it.
A fact spoken as if he was telling me the time.

"You fucked her as I held her hand.
Fucked her as we forced each other to look into each other's eyes as you dug deep inside her.
Fucked her as she stared back at me with glossy eyes and tried to stifle her voice from moaning right in my face.
Fucked her as she tried to keep her face from betraying her emotions showing the obvious signs of pleasure.

I know her face well.
I love every detail, every wrinkle, every laugh line... everything.

I held her hand as she finally gave in to your cock.
Held her hand as her breathing became short.
I felt her fingers tighten the grip around mine as I knew her pussy was doing the same in that moment around your dick.

I held the hand that is home to the wedding ring I'd placed on her finger so long ago, and watched you fuck her till I knew she couldn't think of anything else but your dick and my face right in front of her.

Our eyes locked on each other just as they were at the alter so many years ago when we said 'I do'.

She screamed out an orgasm and what I saw in the eyes of the woman I love,
was something old,
but something new.
My wife to you was something borrowed,
but what you gave us was something true.

I realised in that moment that she loves me more than I can understand and I love her just the same.

I watched you fuck my wife.
And we fell in love again.

Thank you."