33 - He Knows His Place, Part Two #3
“Let’s get outta here then,” she said. She took money out of her wallet and threw it onto the table.
Lillian grabbed Marc by the hand and led him out of the bar, hoping that Jon was still there to see it. Marc watched as her ass bounced with each step she enthusiastically took.
Jonathan watched from a separate side of the pub as Lillian left with the stranger in hand.
He knew he couldn’t really judge her for cheating, since he considered it himself, but wouldn’t he owe it to Ron to just let him know what was going on?
No. Then Lillian could possibly tell Mia about his plans.
He couldn’t have that. No. He was just as much in the wrong as her.
He threw money down on the table and rushed out the doors.
He was going to follow them and see what was going on.
Maybe he'd get some answers along the way. He hoped they weren’t out of sight just yet.
To his delight, he watched as they made a right at the end of the block.
He kept his pace steady, not following too closely behind in case they spot him.
She had her arm looped in his, and they chatted and laughed as they walked.
This had to be way more than just a friend.
There was no way this wasn’t sexual in some way.
The night was slowly but surely becoming cold.
He shivered at the first ice cold breeze that hit him but grew accustomed to it.
He was grateful for a cold night. The past few weeks had been so hot that he had trouble sleeping.
Maybe sleep deprivation would be a good excuse to give to Mia for why he forgot about their anniversary.
Maybe that would be good enough for her to forgive him for fucking up like that.
He did feel bad about it. He definitely did, but there was no way to take it back.
He wasn’t sure how he would go about remedying the situation in the first place.
Take her to a fancy restaurant, give her flowers, chocolates, and expensive piece of jewelry?
She wouldn’t fall for that. She’d know it was just being done to suck up to her.
Not to mention, she hated the concept of spending a lot of money to try and prove one's love for someone.
Her father wasn’t present when she was growing up, so, when he did come around, he bought her nice stuff to somehow make up for the lost time.
Since then, she hated being spoiled with an ulterior motive.
If Jonathan fucked up, he’d have to apologize.
They would have to talk things through like mature adults.
None of that “OH, sorry I did something stupid. Here are some really expensive flowers that you probably hate, but can’t refuse, because I have no other clue on how to make things better.”
It was one of the things he loved most about her.
They would never fight. She would never scream at him like all his previous girlfriends.
Confrontation wasn’t her thing. They would sit down and talk.
No heated arguments. Just talking. That’s why her scolding him like she did the other night had confused him so much.
He had never seen her in that kind of mood before in his life.
Jonathan snapped out of his daydream, as he saw Lillian and the stranger walking up the stairs of a motel and head into the second door on the right. He kept his distance but paid attention. What could he do? Run up there, phone in hands and camera running, to catch them in the act?
He looked around for the name of the motel. It wasn’t beat up, old, and disgusting like most motels were. He reckoned it could be called a middle-class motel. He definitely wouldn’t go there if he had a choice, but if he really had to, he could stand it for a night.
It was named Night Cap. He looked around and struggled to make out the structure in the darkness and the dim lighting, but he could tell there were only two stories.
There were no cars parked outside. A quiet night for the motel?
Good. He wouldn’t get caught snooping as long as the person working at the front desk on the far end of the motel didn’t notice him.
Jonathan slowly made his way towards the staircase.
He was in a sort of mindless haze, not sure whether what he was doing was right or wrong.
He couldn’t come up with what the best thing to do was.
Move on and never speak about it again? Bring it up with her in a few days, or speak to Ron?
If she was getting her pleasure from other men, why would Lilian ever consider fucking Jonathan? He had to put a stop to it.
He snuck up the staircase, made a right in the corridor, and went to the second room.
The door handle had a DO NOT BOTHER sign on it.
He looked around for a second. He couldn’t actually just burst in.
They probably had the door locked. The window was blocked by a curtain, but there was a tiny crack between the two drapes.
He looked in the slat where the two curtains met, and could see Lillian beneath the black man.
She was moaning softly. He tried to focus his eyes to see better.
Her boots were off, but she still had her shirt and skirt on.
The man got on his knees, right below Lillian’s crotch, and kissed her inner thighs playfully.
Jonathan could make out that her panties were bright pink.
He wasn’t expecting that from her. She seemed like a black underwear kind of girl.
He wondered what her panties smelled like.
What distinctively smell her sweet nectar would give off.
The man gripped her panties in two hands and ripped them apart, pulling them off of her. This prompted an excited little shriek from Lillian.
Okay, so she likes it rough? he thought to himself.
The stranger treated her pussy as if it were his very last meal.
Immediately, Jonathan heard her pleasurable moans.
The stranger seemed to know exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to please her.
Was he just that good, or had they met up many times before and learned how to pleasure each other to the perfect extent?
Usually, a stranger wouldn’t know how to make a girl come, or how to make her shriek the way he was until they tried it a few more times, and she taught him exactly what she liked.
Jon focused on her face. Her eyes seemed to be rolling to the back of her head, and she was arching her back.
Was she going to come soon? He felt an uncomfortable straining in his pants as he watched a man bigger and better in every way fuck the woman he has always fantasized about.
He rubbed his crotch over his pants and watched.
He was sure the stranger had to have a big cock, otherwise, why would she cheat on Ron?
Ron had a highly above-average-size cock with a decent girth.
“Wait, wait, not yet, Marc! I wanna save my orgasm for later, edge a little.” Lillian pleaded, and sat up, only to start pulling the man’s clothes off as well, to which he reciprocated.
“So, his name is Marc. Good to know,” he thought to himself.
They ferociously kissed each other. Lillian turned him around and pushed him onto the bed.
She pulled his boxers down, and a big, thick cock bounced out of them.
She got onto her knees and licked up and down his balls, causing him to let out soft moans.
Jonathan had a perfect view of her ass, as she squatted in between his legs and took his length into her mouth. She took him slow and sensual.
Jonathan watched as she increased her pace and bobbed her head up and down onto his cock.
She removed his cock from her mouth and lowered her head back down to his balls.
To Jonathan’s surprise, Marc’s cock was even harder, bigger, and thicker than before.
To think he had thought the man's cock was big before it was even hard was weird to Jon.
How? How was it possible to have a cock so big, and how did Lillian even fit that into her mouth?
Jonathan had his hand down his pants at this point and was slowly stroking his cock while watching them. He felt like, if he let himself, he’d be able to come right then and there. So he took it slow. Long, slow strokes as Lillian worked her way around Marc’s chocolate cock.