I drove slowly through the neighborhood the directions had led to, looking for the house number.

It was starting to get dark outside, the sun dipping down over the Pacific out there on the horizon, and I was starting to really realize what a shit idea this was. I wasn’t even sure what that hell I was going to do when I did find it. What was I thinking? That I’d just march up, knock on the door and say hello?

I suppose I just wanted to see, to know for sure that I wasn’t crazy.

But the other thing was, part of me was actually glad this had come to light. There was a sense of relief, of being let go from my time with Tim. It’s not like I’d been actively looking to leave or anything, but it was finding that text message that had made me realize just how complacent I’d been in going along with this whole thing. I’d found the boring lawyer type. I’d given up my career like a good little fiancé, and I’d left everything I had back east to follow him out here, ready to just be a boring old housewife while hubby went to work all day.

What I knew now changed all that, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was breathing clean air.

I felt free of something I hadn’t even realized was keeping me chained up.

I was about to just give up, about to decide enough was enough and that a bottle of wine and my own wandering fingers would be a fine way to sulk through the rest of the evening before I figured out what to do next, when I saw it:

My car.

My slightly beat up old Jeep that’d I’d insisted on bringing out to California with us was parked outside a huge house down at the very end of the cul-de-sac. My eyes narrowed, and I felt my jaw tighten as I slowly drove forward towards whatever awaited me there.

The house was honestly gigantic. I mean, we lived well with the house Tim’s new and short-lived job had provided, but this thing was enormous, not to mention perched right on the beach. Of course, it was making more and more sense now that I saw the house — young girl, rich with what was probably Daddy’s money. Pretty much a dream lay for Tim.

I parked back on the street at the bottom of small rise that led up to the huge house. It was off on its own, sitting pretty far away from any of its neighbors. My eyes went wide as I really took in just how freaking big the place was

I turned off the engine and sat there in the semi darkness, staring at the house. What the hell was I even doing here? I mean, right then is when I should have turned around and gone home, except right then is when I heard it.

A high, lilting moan, drifting in the stillness of the evening.

I froze, squinting up at the house. Upstairs on the second floor, a big floor-to-ceiling window lit up to reveal the ultra-modern interior bedroom, and I heard that giggling female moan again. And then, I saw them.

The very same little slut from the text message pictures came giggling into the room, being chased by none other than my fiancé. Well, very decidedly ex-fiancé at this point, I can promise you that.

But I felt my blood boil nevertheless as I watch Tim grab her and toss her onto the bed up there, jumping on top of her and making her squeal. I just sat there and watched as piece after piece of clothing came stripping off and flying across the room, just staring as my asshole ex undressed this tramp of a girl.

I knew I should have driven off right then, or hell, lit that bitch’s house on fire. But something stopped me.

I watched, almost frozen as this sexy little home wrecker climbed on top of Tim, pushing him down on the bed, straddling him as she flung her bra off. I could see her working at his belt and then his zipper, and I squinted to see her take his extremely average-sized cock out and start stroking it.

Okay, enough was enough; it was time to get the hell out of here.

I reached down to turn on the engine, when I saw it. There, sitting in the middle compartment of the car dashboard, was a small pair of birding binoculars.

I went stone solid and just stared at them. There’s no way they were Tim’s, and I had a hard time believing she was much of a bird-watcher. But whosever they were, my eyes bounced immediately from them to the lit window I’d been squinting to peer at.

And that is how I came to be sitting in a dark car that wasn’t mine, feeling my pulse jump higher and higher, my cheeks getting redder and redder as I looked through binoculars at my asshole ex getting his cock sucked by another girl.

I wanted to look away, and part of me wanted to scream. And yet somehow, part of me felt something else. Disturbingly, and annoyingly, part of me was actually getting turned on watching this.

Maybe it was the lingering heat from my fantasy easier, or even from before that, when the gorgeous cop had put his hands on me. And maybe it was that Tim and I had lost that spark long before I’d seen the text messages.

Whatever it was though, somehow, I was able to look at the scene in front of me and feel the raw desire pulse between my legs.

With the binoculars, I had a full, close-up view of them, and as much as I wanted to pretend it wasn’t, my own pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second. I could feel my own slippery heat soaking the thin thong panties I’d tossed on under a little summer skirt as I’d dashed out the door back home. I was still wearing my bikini top, and as I parted my legs slightly in the front seat of the convertible, I felt deliciously naughty — almost as if I was sitting there practically naked.

The aching need in my pussy demanded my attention more and more, and as I watched the trampy girl upstairs move down and sink her pussy over Tim’s wildly unsatisfying cock, I found myself moaning and letting my own hand trail up under my skirt. I pushed the short material higher to my hips, giving my fingers access to my aching pussy and the soaking wet thong clinging hotly to it. I moaned quietly as I pushed my fingertips beneath the fabric, teasing them over the slippery lips there as I stared through the binoculars, mouth hanging open.

I was so wrapped up in watching, in fact, that I never even heard the car pull up behind me, never heard the two doors opening and quietly closing, or the footsteps walking towards my side of the car.

"Well, well, twice in one day, miss?”

I about jumped out of my skin as I yanked my hand from my pussy and jerked my head around to my side window.

It was both of them, the blond and the dark-haired cops.

And they looked pissed.

"Out of the car, miss. Now."