Daniel had been woken early by the sound of raised voices. When he went out to investigate he realised it was much earlier than he’d supposed. The house was still dark. He switched on the landing light and went upstairs. He found his parents’ door closed and heard the distinctive sound of Malcolm’s snoring. When he returned to Malcolm’s office, where he’d been sleeping on the sofa bed, he saw that it was exactly 4 am. He sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the night.
He could hear voices. And then laughter.
The noise wasn’t coming from the house, but from the street. Malcolm’s office overlooked the street. Daniel turned off his phone, which was giving off a low glow, and went to the window. Malcolm’s desk was in the way and he had to squeeze in beside it.
There was an Aston Martin blocking the street, headlights on, idling with a low rumble. A black man was standing by the open driver’s door resting his elbows on the roof of the car, talking to someone who was too close to the front of the house for Daniel to see.
He pressed his head against the glass, but saw no one. He guessed it was Amy.
The black man was gesticulating as he spoke, but the window muffled his words.
Daniel lifted the window an inch. The cool night air and voices entered.
The black man said, ‘I’ll park this and walk back.’
‘No, go away. Gail was expecting you home ten minutes ago,’ Daniel heard Amy whisper.
‘She’s probably asleep. You know that. Let me come in for five minutes. One drink and I’m gone.’
Daniel saw Amy now; she’d stepped out from the basement steps and rested her hands against the front gate.
Still whispering, she said, ‘It was a great night, Liam. A great party. Go home.’
So this was Liam Smith, thought Daniel.
Liam walked around the car, leaving the driver’s door open. He was powerfully built.
Daniel had read a few Jack Cade novels long before he’d met Amy. He enjoyed them. Found them addictive. He’d always pictured Idris Elba as Mark Harden. But now he realised Mark Harden was Liam.
When Liam reached Amy, Daniel couldn’t hear what they were saying. They were so close. Whispering. But he saw Liam’s hand move a few strands of hair from Amy’s face and saw him kiss her. She kissed him back, the front gate between them.
Daniel watched as Liam lifted Amy over the gate. His hands were all over her as they continued to kiss. He lifted her dress and she pulled it back down. Then he pulled out his cock and Amy took it in hand.
Daniel couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The car was idling in the street. They’d probably woken more people than him. Eyes would be watching them. He suddenly thought to grab his phone. He’d record it.
When he returned Amy was stroking Liam’s cock as they kissed, her dress was up around her waist, underwear halfway down her thigh. Liam had his hand between her legs. Daniel started filming. It was dark, but there was enough light from the streetlight a few houses down to see what was going on.
Then she knelt right there on the street and took his cock in her mouth. Daniel started to stroke his own cock as he filmed. She was so gorgeous and yet so depraved. He simply couldn’t compute it. And he had fucked her, too.
Liam lifted her from the ground and placed her on the bonnet of Daniel’s Citroën. Then he began to fuck her. Amy stared up at the camera. Did she see Daniel? He wasn’t sure. She made no sign that she had seen him. But then, would she? He couldn’t tell.
Daniel came suddenly against the windowsill.
But they weren’t done. Liam turned Amy around and fucked her from behind. But he completely obscured Daniel’s view of her. All the camera could get were Liam’s fast and furious thrusts.
Then Liam growled and came.
Never in Daniel’s life had he ever seen anything like this. He’d watched porn. But never could he imagine people got away with this stuff in real life. His sexual life had always been so careful. Until Amy, he had never really done anything out of the ordinary. He was unerringly loyal in his relationships. Without effort. And experimentation in the bedroom had never seemed necessary. Why risk losing what he had by sharing his fantasies?
Watching Amy opened his eyes. Now he understood how easy it was for his wife to stray. He could now imagine exactly how it would happen. How his wife could fuck one of her clients.
He watched Liam do up his trousers then stand back and survey his work. Amy hadn’t moved. She was lying face down across Daniel’s bonnet. She was completely exposed. Liam stepped forward and slapped her bottom then walked around Daniel’s car to his own.
‘Bye, gorgeous.’
Amy lifted her hand slightly and waved.
The car roared off and Amy stood up slowly. Pulled her underwear up and dress down. She stood in the street looking up at all the houses with a dazed expression in her eyes and a slight turn to her lips that wasn’t quite a smile. She leant back against Daniel’s car and looked up at him. She blew him a kiss, then walked back through the gate and down to the basement.