There was no Penetration, but it sure felt GREAT!

just thinking about it now and i catch myself, wait no it wasn't even in the bedroom that's the part that sticks you remember standing there in that pink satin robe she never bothers to tie right, arms braced against the doorframe so it hangs open, tits out, nipples tight from the hallway air. he had both hands full of her hips pulling her back onto him, fingers digging in like he paid for the grip. you could see the dark hair on his forearms against her pale skin. the condom wrapper was on the floor by her left foot, bright purple foil, and she still had one heel on, the other kicked somewhere under the hall table. she said the thing about the bedroom like it was some kind of loophole. like if he bent her over the dresser in the guest room or fucked her against the wall it didn't count. her voice had that little laugh in it, the one she gets when she's already wet and doesn't want to admit how much. you watched his cock slide out shiny, then back in, her cunt stretching around it, and the robe kept slipping off one shoulder. every time he thrust the belt tie swung between her legs like a stupid little ribbon. i still don't know why i stayed in the doorway instead of walking away. maybe i thought if i watched long enough she'd look guilty. she didn't. she just kept her mouth open and her eyes half shut and pushed back to meet him harder. the picture on the wall behind them was crooked from the doorframe getting knocked. some cheap abstract thing we got on sale. you could hear the wet sound every time he bottomed out, this gross little slap under her breathing. he finished quick after that. pulled out, yanked the condom off, came on the inside of her thigh while she held the robe open for him. she looked down at it, ran two fingers through it, then wiped her hand on the pink fabric like it was nothing. he zipped up, slapped her ass once, and walked past me into the kitchen for a beer. didn't even look at me. she turned around finally, robe still hanging off her, one tit still out, and just raised her eyebrows like what. like we were supposed to laugh about it. the hallway smelled like sweat and her perfume and latex. i remember the exact sound the belt made when it finally slipped the rest of the way off and hit the floor. still bugs me.