I had just watched him fuck my wife the night before, and now, suddenly, I was seized with a jealous need to watch him fuck my wife again, if it was at all possible. I knew he was going to fuck my wife, that was never in question. I just wondered if he would want to fuck my wife upstairs in his bedroom, or if he would fuck my wife right there, right then, right in the living room. I sidled carefully up to the door, figuring I could explain needing to come back for something if I was caught, and carefully peered through the glass alongside the front door. One glance told me all I needed to know, there was no chance of either of these two catching me looking in, as he was already fucking my wife. Not playing with her, not seducing her, but actually fucking my wife, already, on the couch. .... 
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