I Watched Her Blow Him While I Was Out Golfing

The sound of her voice, smooth and reassuring, echoes in my mind. ‘No, Honey, you go ahead and play golf with your friends. I’m going to book a massage and lay around the pool.’ Her words were like a lullaby, meant to soothe and dismiss. I remember the way she smiled, her eyes sparkling with a secret I couldn’t quite grasp. It was a vacation, after all, a time to relax and leave our responsibilities behind. Or so she said.

Resort Bedroom: The Unspoken Invitation

In the resort bedroom, the scene unfolds with a clarity that’s almost painful. The male figure, shirtless and confident, stands beside the bed where she lies, her smile inviting. The papers scattered on the surface next to the window hint at a planned encounter, a rendezvous that wasn’t meant for me. The natural light filtering through the windows casts a warm glow, illuminating the intimacy of the moment. It’s a scene of anticipation, a prelude to something I’m not supposed to witness. The memory of her words, ‘I’ll hardly notice you’re gone,’ haunts me. They were meant to be comforting, a permission slip for my absence. But now, they feel like a lie, a cover for something more. The way she spoke about the masseur, ‘Sara stayed at this resort last year and recommended a masseur she said was fantastic,’ it all makes sense now. The recommendation, the excitement in her voice, it was all part of a plan.

Afternoon Encounter: The Golf Course Deception

As I recall the afternoon, the golf course seems like a distant dream. The clubhouse, the friends, it all fades into the background. The real action was here, in this room, where she lay waiting. The sound of her laughter, the way she moved, it was all a performance. A performance for me, to make me believe she was content, that she wouldn’t mind. But the truth was different. The truth was in the way she looked at him, in the way she smiled, in the way she welcomed him into our private space. And now, as I sit here, the sound of her voice still rings in my ears. ‘Go have fun,’ she said. But the fun wasn’t on the golf course. The fun was here, in this room, with him. And I was the fool, the cuckold, playing my part in her little game.