Candice opened her eyes to see no one lying with her in bed. She slowly lifted her head up to see if she could spot her husband in the master bedroom. His unexpected absence didn't bother her. She could only assume that Neil went downstairs to get a glass of water. She closed her eyes and waited for him to return.
But when she opened her eyes again, she gazed at the digital clock on the nightstand. Twenty minutes had passed, and Neil still didn't appear in the same room. Candice could no longer feel lethargic. She sat up in bed and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. She noticed the door had been left partially open. She tapped her fingers on the blanket while wondering if Neil disappeared into the night to indulge in a moral code that would corrupt their mutual connection. She wanted to call out her husband's name, but she decided not to do it. She got out of bed and tried not to make any creaking noises on the wooden floor.
The twenty-seven-year-old woman crept across the dark hallway and checked the stairs. She looked down to see the living room submerged in natural blackness. She relied on her ears to detect any strange noises that originated from the first floor. So far, she couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. In a slow pace, Candice snuck down the stairs and immediately froze at the bottom. She could have imagined it, but for a split second, she heard a familiar voice in the garage. It sounded like Neil, but it couldn't be. The few words that were spoken didn't belong to a man who would say such things.
Once she set foot in the main hallway, she kept a close watch of the other end of the hallway, which led to the kitchen. The faint lights from the kitchen had spread their pale emission on the floor. Neil could have been having a late-night snack, maybe something that would quench his midnight appetite. She snuck a little closer to the door. Now, she could clearly hear what her own husband saying the same exact phrase.
"Oh, yes...give it to me."
His voice had been lowered to a whisper, but Candice could still decipher it. It didn't seem right for Neil to say something that should have been said by her during their most intimate moments in the house. And now, her curiosity exceeded its maximum exposure. She became as silent as she could ever be while taking a peek in the kitchen. What she had seen immediately made her hold her breath.
Neil was a handsome and innocent man. His short blond hair, his slim physique, and his overall charming personality led Candice to believe that her official selection made her a true winner. She was led to believe that Neil would never betray her in any way possible. Now, as she witnessed his unusual antics on the kitchen floor, her perception of his character changed for good.
Neil was completely naked, his clothes kept in a pile in the corner. He stood on his knees and lowered himself on something that had been standing right between his legs and wedged right between his buttocks. A black-colored dildo stood right below him, and he continued to move up and down as it stayed inside his hole.
Neil squeezed his eyes shut as he muttered, "Oh, yes. Yes. I just can't stop. I want it inside me."
Neil's eyes widened when she became the first witness to his silent deception. She couldn't look away as her husband kept shoving the black dildo deep inside him. He gained a little momentum as his whispers had been raised to a moderate volume.
"I won't stop. I want your cock inside me!"
He started to caress his own cock by moving his fingers up and down the entire thick exterior. His panting grew louder, and his downward hip movements gained a little more speed.
"Yes, this is what I want. I don't want it to stop. This is our moment to shine."
Candice couldn't do anything other than to hide in the darkness and watch him imagine being the submissive one in the relationship. He had never acted this way before. He never gave off the impression that he gained an attraction to someone of the same sex. It appeared that he had become an expert at hiding secrets.
She watched him pulling his penis with his smooth acceleration while making his own personal moans even louder. The quick insertion between his buttocks didn't cease, and seeing as how he enjoyed the experience, there would be no way for him to halt everything all of a sudden.
At this point, Candice didn't even feel mad when she stumbled upon his most unbelievable secret. Watching him perform on his own made her feel mesmerized. She kept her eyes on his stimulated appearance: his eyes squeezed shut, his cock being caressed, and his blond hair swinging back and forth when pushing himself down against the dildo on the floor. She never expected to see something like this, and she wanted to learn more about the man that Neil had currently fantasized about.
The man gasped. "Oh, yes. Yes! I can feel it."
Panting, Neil leaned back as the eruption below his waist was brought to life. Little spurts of his natural juices ejected from his shaft and leaped into the air before landing on the floor. His fountain became a sight that Candice would never forget. As soon as he stopped his hip movements, he stopped stroking his cock and watched as his thick warm cum became visible on the marble tiles.
He smiled at himself and whispered, "You're one of a kind, and you know it."
He must have been referring to the man he imagined while making a mess on the kitchen floor. He pulled the dildo from out of his hole and stared at it with his fervent eyes.
He whispered, "Oh, Leroy...I wish you were here."
Candice snapped out of her hypnotic stage and turned away. She snuck away from the kitchen and returned upstairs. She made it to her bed without any unnecessary hints of her presence in the first floor. She lay in silence and waited for her husband to return with his clothes back on at least. She waited for several minutes before she realized that he would still have to destroy any empirical evidence regarding what he did in the kitchen.
She kept her eyes wide open. She tried to keep her thoughts away from Neil's rejection of conventional values, but she couldn't stop herself. She kept replaying the sight of the twenty-seven-year-old blond man breaking boundaries and damaging their eternal trust.
* * *
The next morning never felt so awkward. Candice woke up expecting to see her husband lying in bed with her again. But his absence continued to play an important role in his devotion to his secrecy. Candice wanted to confront her husband about what she had just witnessed. Unfortunately, she wouldn't know what to say. Instead, she got out of bed and readied herself for another day at the office. She put on one of her more gorgeous work clothes hoped to see Neil downstairs.
And when she did, she couldn't say anything about last night. She found him in the exact same room as before. Neil poured some freshly-brewed coffee into his mug. His appropriate apparel consisted of his typical green shirt and black tie. He remained calm and composed. Compared to his appearance last night, his current demeanor seemed a little more alien in Candice's perspective.
The woman kept her mouth shut as she poured coffee into her own mug. Her silence led to her husband asking, "Are you feeling okay?"
She replied, "Sure, I am. Why do you ask? Is there something wrong with me?"
Neil shook his head. "Nothing. You just look a little pale. That's all."
Candice had to think of a lie as quickly as possible. "I had a bad dream. I was stuck in traffic, and I couldn't get home in time. But it's okay. It's not gonna bother me that much. I mean, it's just a dream."
She couldn't say anything about her limited hours of sleep, with her husband's performance in the same room that she stood in being a primary factor of deprivation.
Neil couldn't see through her insincerity. He smiled and said, "That's why I married you. A bad dream isn't going to prevent you from walking out of this house."
"I can't afford to feel frightened all the time."
Candice turned away and looked down at the kitchen floor for just a split second. She couldn't spot any traces of Neil's semen anywhere.
"So what time will you come home from work?"
Their last few minutes of conversation consisted of trivial matters. Candice still couldn't say anything about what she had witnessed. She would have told him that she saw him in the kitchen being aroused by a black-colored dildo. Instead, she watched him leave the house after giving him a kiss and saying goodbye. Now would be the perfect time to search for the exact object that Neil had fooled around with. But several minutes of investigation in the house led to a complete repudiation of what she wanted to find. She couldn't uncover the dildo anywhere.
