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  I Know What You’re Doing

  Part One

  ‘She Loves to Watch Me Play’

  By Zane Michaelson

  Junction Publishing

  New Zealand

  Copyright © 2017 by Zane Michaelson.

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  She Loves to Watch Me Play

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  Publisher’s Note: This book is based on real-life events, but names and places have been changed to protect the identities of those not wishing to be revealed. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any other resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  SLTWMP/Zane Michaelson -- 1st Ed.

  You will read my version of events, but also the events my wife experienced that led us to where we are now.

  I dedicate this wholeheartedly to her.

  Prologue

  I’d been married to Jenna for close to eight years and still loved her with all my heart. But I’d had nagging doubts for a while, and the more I tried to ignore what was going on, and what I was feeling deep down, the more incessant that nagging became.

  To me, Jenna was, and still is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I would never, ever consider leaving her to be with anybody else.

  My wife and children are the reason I wake up every morning, but for some unfathomable reason, it just wasn’t enough. Maybe I was being greedy, but I felt something was missing, or that I was missing out on something.

  Married life was all I had ever wanted, and I had what I considered to be a fairytale life.

  A stunning wife, beautiful children, amazing career and a gorgeous house. Money worries were non-existent and before the kids came along, we travelled all over the world. I led a charmed life in most respects, but wanted more.

  Not long ago, I saw the signs and began to realise I was sinking into some form of depression, and could do nothing to halt the thoughts that had invaded my mind.

  It couldn’t be a mid-life crisis. I wasn’t anywhere near middle aged, but the crisis was most definitely there, and I wasn’t the only person to notice it.

  I’d lost all interest in anything and everything, stopped going to the gym, cycling with friends, Zumba classes with my wife, and even found excuses not to participate in family days.

  It wasn’t long before Jenna noticed the change in my personality and asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t tell her. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I had no idea myself.

  It plagued my mind, and the more I tried to figure it out, the more the answer eluded me.

  I even went to church, and sat silently praying for answers. I felt a total fraud as I hadn’t stepped foot inside a church for many years, but I thought it would help.

  Now, this isn’t a tale of newly discovered religion, but with what seemed like divine intervention, the reason for my downward spiral came to me one day, purely by chance, as I was browsing through my friends list on a social media site. I was in one of those moods and had every intention of culling my friends list down to the few I actually knew personally, and had at one time or another in the last year, socialised with.

  Suggested friends popped up on the screen, and I did a double take. Was I seeing things?

  I looked closely at the small box on the screen and felt like I had been slammed into the wall. The shock was instantaneous.

  There he was, and he didn’t look a day older than he had the last time I had allowed my eyes to wander over his body.

  The Chad Mitchell.

  Seeing his name after so many years, my heart was a flutter and all but stopped. I clicked on his profile picture and everything flooded back to me, and finally, for the first time in months, everything made total sense.

  Almost immediately, I felt a stirring down below as the blood rushed to my cock. I’d been struggling to get a hard on for months now, but seeing his chiselled features staring back at me, I could feel my cock pulsating.

  And that was the start of it.

  I began to wonder what it would feel like to be intimate with a man again, after all these years.

  I said again because about ten years ago, in my last year at Oxford University, I shared a dorm room with Chad.

  He comes from a wealthy American family, and he’d always wanted to study in Britain, and in my last year, we ended up as roommates after my previous one dropped out.

  I was a bit pissed off at first because I was looking forward to the peace and quiet, and not having to listen to someone snoring like a pig across from me. There were other benefits to rooming alone, but it wasn’t to be.

  Pretty quickly, we became good friends and spent quite a bit of time together, but not long after we both left Oxford, we lost touch. I couldn’t remember when we did lose touch, but I guess life got in the way, as it often does.

  It was probably for the best at the time, but what I wouldn’t give for just five minutes with him right now.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off his picture and felt mesmerised all over again.

  My mind drifted back to the day when everything changed between us.

  *

  I lay back on my bed and watched him walk through the dorm room door.

  He dropped his bag onto the floor and grinned at me.

  “Hey, Buddy,” he said, in his sexy Californian drawl.

  “Hi,” I replied, trying not to take much notice of him. Or at least, trying to show him I wasn’t.

  His body was spectacular and he’d obviously been to the gym, again.

  Chad was wearing a mesh style vest, but it was soaked with sweat, the material clinging seductively to his pecs.

  He must have really pushed himself that morning as I could see his biceps, the veins bulging in his arms, and the skin glistening with sweat.

  His blond hair had flopped into his face and he pushed it back with his fingers.

  Every movement he made was pure porn and I didn’t know if he was even aware of how alluring he was.

  I wanted to pin him down on the floor, rip the vest off him and lick the sweat from his nipples. But I was too scared to act on my desires.

  Well, that was until I gave the game away and he caught me staring longingly at him.

  “See anything you like, Zane?” he asked.

  I didn’t respond.

  He finally pulled the vest off and stood flexing in the mirror and I watched excitedly as his pecs danced up and down.

  Our eyes met in the mirror, and I quickly diverted my gaze, not wanting him to know I was paying him too much attention.

  He looked away, but I allowed my gaze to linger that little bit longer.

  He must have spied me in the corner of the mirror – I was biting down on my tongue whilst trying to stop my cock from exploding.
r />   I discreetly covered the huge lump in my shorts with a pillow from behind me.

  “Whaddya think of these babies?” he asked, flexing his biceps. “Looking good, huh?”

  I remember stammering my answer. I wasn’t as confident back then as I am now, and he must have seen how flummoxed I was.

  He pressed me for another answer.

  “You’ve got a great body, mate,” I offered, hoping he would let it drop. “I wish my body was half as good.”

  “You look pretty good, man.” he replied, with a smile.

  “Thanks,” I said, praying my face hadn’t gone the colour of beetroot, as it usually did whenever I was complimented. “But anybody would be mad not to think you have a great body.”

  He nodded. “A lot of British guys here seem to think so. I think most of you just like the idea of sucking on a big American dick.”

  “Erm,” was all I could reply.

  He turned away from the mirror and laughed cockily, stepping closer to me.

  Chad’s body looked amazing and was sculpted to perfection and his perfect white teeth seemed to look brighter with his all over tan.

  He had honey blond hair, immaculately styled. And more annoyingly, even when he had sweated it out at the gym, he still looked like a model.

  Chad was the total American package, so to speak.

  “Come on, dude, tell me what you really think – it’s just us two here and it’ll go no further.” He looked straight at me and his grey-green eyes seemed to burn a hole right through me.

  “What do you want me to say?” I replied.

  “Tell me how much you want my big dick.”

  I feigned a laugh. “I’m straight mate, and not into dicks.”

  He yanked the pillow away from me before I had chance to grab it, then gave me that don’t bullshit me kind of look. “Then why are you trying to hide that?” He pointed to my cock as it strained to escape my tight shorts. The patch of pre-cum oozing through the thin material of the shorts told him how horny I really was.

  I could feel my face flushing as I watched his cock grow in front of my very eyes. I could practically see it throbbing against his jogging pants.

  “Fuck,” I said, before I had a chance to stop myself. “That’s huge!”

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Zane.”

  He pulled his pants down and I have never seen anything as big before, but right then, I wanted to feel it at the back of my throat.

  It must have been nine and a half inches long, and strangely for an American guy, he still had a foreskin. His cock was not only long, but it had girth and was veiny too. I wanted it so badly, and he knew it.

  I lunged forward, a bit too desperately, when I think about it now. “I want it,” I said.

  “If you want my big cock in your mouth, beg for it.”

  I looked up at him, and he stared down at me. I could see he wanted me as I wanted him. But, he wasn’t going to give it so easily.

  “Please, give me your cock,” I begged, weakly.

  He slapped my face. “Come on, you fucker. You can do much better than that, or I’ll go and find a pussy to stick it in.”

  I slid down off the bed onto my knees, willing to do whatever I had to.

  “Please, Sir. Feed me your cock.” I’d never been submissive in my life and was a bit self-conscious right at that moment. What if he burst out laughing and I’d made a right tit of myself?

  “That’s better,” he said, edging further toward me.

  I wasn’t expecting it, but he slapped me across the face with his cock. The weight of it shocked me as it hit my cheek. Then he looked down and winked at me.

  I opened my mouth, ready to taste his cock, but he pulled away. It seems I was too eager.

  “You don’t get this monster that easily,” Chad said, looking down at me, smirking. “Fucking beg for it, you dirty cunt.”

  “Please Chad. I’ve wanted your cock for so long. Give it to me, please. Make me choke on it.”

  That was all he needed as I spotted pre-cum oozing out of his piss slit. I caught a taste of it on the tip of my tongue, but he pulled away again, determined to tease me that little bit more.

  “You wanna be my bitch?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Yes, what?” he asked, seriously, grabbing my face forcefully in his hand, pinching my cheeks together.

  “Yes, Sir,” I dutifully replied.

  “Good boy,” he said, slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth, his big bell end enticing me closer again.

  I opened my mouth as he stepped forward and I took the length of his cock right to the back of my throat.

  He grabbed my ears and began to thrust violently in and out of my mouth. I was gagging and retching so much, I thought I would vomit. Tears were running down my cheeks, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, I think it turned him on ever more.

  Chad wasn’t going to give me the choice. I had to keep sucking it.

  “Fuck man,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “If I’d known you were such a good cock sucker, I’d have given it to you long before now.”

  I loved to hear him moan, and despite what he obviously thought, his was the first and last cock I had sucked.

  Reaching around, I put both my hands on his rock-hard buttocks and pulled him closer to me again.

  His whole length was down my throat, but I loved every inch of it. My gag reflex seemed to have vanished the more I sucked it, so I carried on, not wanting to stop, but he had other ideas.

  I could hear the grunting noises and knew he was close to shooting his load.

  I wanted to taste it and seconds later, I could feel his thick spunk oozing down the back of my throat.

  My throat was flooded. Shit, there was so much of it.

  Chad continued to thrust his cock down my throat, making sure I swallowed every drop.

  He didn’t even give me chance to enjoy the taste as he suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed my hair, spitting in my face. If anybody else had spat in my face, I would have gone crazy, but it was so disgusting, it just added to the already crackling sexual tension.

  “Let’s see how good your virgin ass feels clamped around my fat dick,” he said, turning me around and forcibly bending me over.

  *

  I’d just reached down into my shorts and wrapped my fist around my rock-hard cock, wanting to shoot my load and eat it, when Jenna’s voice brought me crashing out of my fantasy.

  Chapter One

  I stuffed my cock back into my shorts and jumped up, rushing down the stairs.

  “What have you been doing up there? Jenna asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

  “Just sorting through some junk,” I replied, before I realised how incriminating that sounded.

  “Well, try focusing on something other than what’s between your legs for once.” She looked at me disgustedly.

  I caught the look and wished our marriage was in a better state than it was right then.

  I knew it was all my fault, and I had to put it right.

  But I didn’t know how to put things right. Nothing would stop the feelings I had, or make them go away.

  We were both still madly in love with one another, and I knew I could speak for us both on that score, but something was lacking, and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

  All I know is, our once toe-curling and mind-blowing sex life was becoming less frequent, and had lost its spark. It now seemed like a chore, something we had to do.

  We’d always had an amazing time between the sheets, on the bathroom floor, even in the garden when it was pitch black, and by most people’s standards, we would be considered pretty adventurous. But, I was well aware my own secret fantasies weren’t helping us in that department.

  Jenna liked to be romanced between the sheets, made to feel special, but I was beginning to realise I wanted the exact opposite. She wanted hearts and flowers and I wanted to be used by big meaty cocks.

  Seeing the pic
ture of Chad brought all those feelings I’d tried so hard to bury, flooding back to me.

  Many times over the next few days, my mouse hovered over the Add Friend button, but even doing that, I felt I’d be cheating on Jenna, and I didn’t think I could do that to her.

  But seeing Chad’s picture made me remember that feeling. I shuddered as I recalled his huge cock sliding inside me for the first time.

  *

  He tore my shorts off and forced me flat onto my stomach on the bed.

  He was like an animal, uncaged.

  He spat on his hand and used it as lube, slathering his cock before he rammed it right up me.

  The burning sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I let out a cry and pressed my hands against the wall.

  I’d never experienced that thin line between excruciating pain and blissful pleasure, but it felt so good, as I adjusted to him being inside me.

  He bit the back of my neck, a bit harder than I was used to, but it only made my arsehole clench tighter around his meaty, veiny cock. Slowly, he began to slide in and out of me, the moans escaping my lips. I couldn’t stand it, and the familiar sensation took over me as my cock began to tingle, and I knew I was losing it.

  *

  Shit, I need to control myself, or Jenna will have a fit.

  I prayed she wouldn’t ask me to get up and help her with something or she would see the lump in my shorts.

  Guilty feelings washed over me as I looked at her.

  She was the most beautiful woman in the world and I struck gold when she agreed to marry me. I was the happiest man alive, then our two kids came along and life couldn’t have been better.

  I had an amazing job, no mortgage to worry about and every night I got to go to bed with the woman of my dreams, but right now, it wasn’t enough and I hated myself for it.

  Chapter Two

  I closed my eyes and just did it.