JULY, 1974…
Micky couldn't have been more exhausted. The tour had lasted ten grueling months. Ten months of countless cities and lonely motel rooms. Ten months of being a husband and father over the phone. Yet, when The Monkees stepped out on that stage under the scorching lights and heard the thousands of screaming fans, he didn't want to be anywhere else for those two hours every night.
But now, as he wandered into his home, the home he shared with Madison, Mac and Sarah, he wondered how he ever had the strength to leave it in the first place. He saw the light on in Madison's office and when he peered in and saw her, his heart swelled with love and desire. He watched her in silence. She sat with her feet curled underneath her on the soft leather couch, a notebook on her lap, which she wrote in frantically. Her latest romantic novel, he knew. Her glasses had slipped to the tip of her nose, but she hadn't noticed, and her hair, that long thick curly hair, cascaded around her shoulders.
At that moment, he needed her desperately. He needed to hold her, kiss her, to make love to her. He rapped lightly on the open door. "Hey, doll." His voice was horse with desire.
"Micky!" She jolted up off the couch, her notebook and pen falling to the floor forgotten, and ran to him, throwing herself in his arms. "I didn't expect you until tomorrow."
"I couldn't wait until tomorrow." He breathed in her hair, holding her tightly against him. "God, I missed you. Are the kids sleeping?"
"Yeah, for hours now." She clung to him, wanting never to let go.
"Good." He chuckled, nibbling on her ear lope.
"Why?" She pulled back slightly and gave him a questionable look.
"Because I'm going to take you right here." He took hold of her blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. His lips feasted on her bare skin.
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That's how a man should take his woman, the stranger thought to himself, as he watched through his binoculars. Hard and rough. He watched them grinding against each other and could almost hear the primal moan escape her lips as his hand found its way underneath her skirt. He felt his own member grow hard against his jeans at the first sight of her breasts when Micky tore her bra off. He sucked hard on her nipples as she arched against him.
The stranger unzipped his jeans and began stroking himself as he watched. He could imagine fucking her but that's not what he had been hired to do. It was too bad; he chuckled to himself as he stroked harder. He could give her a ride she'd never forget.
He watched as Micky undid his pants, pushing them down to his knees and then hiked Madison's skirt up around her hips. He backed her up against the wall and drove into her hard and fast. Sweat beaded up on his forehead and he pumped himself faster, matching Micky's thrusts into his hot wife. The three of them came together in a fury.
The stranger smiled and zipped his pants. Tomorrow was the day, he thought to himself. Tomorrow he was going to be paid a lot of money to turn the lives of the couple he had been watching upside down.
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