My name is Russell Dawson, Russ to my friends. I'm just your average Joe. I'm an ex blue collar union worker that has worked himself up to a white collar manager at a power plant. I supervise twenty maintenance men, five welders, and ten plant helpers. Maintaining a Power plant requires a wide knowledge of how things work. We maintained everything from the drinking fountain in the shop to the water pumps that pull cooling water out of the river and everything in between. Due to the physical nature of my work my six foot one inch frame is one hundred eighty pounds of pure muscle. I'm not kidding myself I'm no Brad Pitt, but I've been told more than once that I'm a handsome guy.
The best thing about me is I make exceptional babies. I'm not bragging just stating a fact, my oldest, now a fourth grader, is not only smart, but sings good enough to be on Broadway starring in Annie. My son, even at eight has proven himself to be an outstanding athlete. And my baby girl is a blued eyed blonde that I'm sure will become a real heart breaker. All three are looked up to by their peers as social and academic leaders.
My wife, Kathy, is a five foot eight inch, one hundred twenty pound exceptional beauty. Even after three kids she could rival any of the playmates in the old Playboy magazine. She has green eyes, blonde hair, and a body made for pleasure. Her thirty-six D cup tits are truly the best looking tits I've ever seen, either in person or in any of the internet porn I've watched. Like I said they are perfect, her nipples and areolas are a deep shade of pink and are the exactly centered in her pillow like soft but yet firm boobs. They are also just the right size at just a little bit bigger than a quarter and perfectly round. You might have figured out by my detailed description I'm a total tit guy. Her hips are not as big as other guys seem to like them, but as far as I'm concerned they're just right.
When she's wearing heels her legs look like they go on forever. I Married her while I was in the Navy after dating through our senior year of high school. I defiantly married up, or at least I thought so at the time. Looking back, I should have seen the warning signs and realized something was wrong with her. She dated but her relationships never lasted. She would go out with a guy two or three times then they'd go their separate ways. There were rumors of her being cold bitch, but her exceptional beauty blinded me. Our sex life started going down hill almost from the first time when we clumsily claimed each others virginity. Now after ten years the quality and quantity just isn't there anymore and really it never was.
One of reasons I got the supervisors job was I never miss work and when you work at a power plant where keeping the power flowing is your only job that's kind of a big deal. I had not been feeling very well for the last three days and it has finally gotten the better of me. After puking for the third time in less than two hours I gave up and notified my boss I was leaving. Driving home in the middle of the day feels strange to me. It's almost like being in a different town, everything looks strange. Little did I know how strange things were about to become.
For the last month or so Kathy had been more distant, our relationship was getting to the point that I had considered divorce, but like all the other times I quickly realized that I loved her and the kids to much. We had weathered bad times in the past and I was confident we'd get through this, whatever this was. We aren't fighting but she's so moody if I didn't know better I'd think she was pregnant or something. The only other time she was anything like this is when she had wrecked the car and blamed it on a hit and run. The guilt was just too much for her. Under her, sometimes cold facade she is a good person and it ate her up from inside until she finally confessed, but that was just two weeks and this time her foul mood has lasted over a mouth. She's also gotten even more distant sexually. As I said she's not a sexual dynamo by any means, but for the last month the sex has completely dried up.
Well I'll have the house to myself until the kids and Kathy get home after school. After Melissa had started school she had taken a low paying job at the school as a para-professional, an important sounding title for a teacher's aide, so she could be home when the kids were and it worked out pretty well. She drove them to school and home again and anytime they were home so was she.
I turn on to our street and immediately see that a strange car is parked in our driveway. Not seeing anyone around I think we're probably getting robbed I pull over trying to decide what to do. I reach for my phone, but my pocket is empty. 'Fuck,' I cuss under my breath realizing I must have left it at work in my haste to get out of there before I got the dry heaves again. As far as I know none of my neighbors are home so using one of their phones is out and I certainly don't want to drive away to get the police, with my luck as soon as I round the corner whoever is inside will leave. After a few minutes of debate my curiosity gets the better of me so I get out of my car and sneak up to the house. Looking through the front windows I can see Kathy's purse sitting on the couch. Had she gotten sick too, that thought quickly vanishes as I hear her laugh. My stomach is already doing back flips when Kathy walks into the living room. I can't believe my eyes, she's completely nude, she never walks around nude, not even when we were childless honeymooners. She grabs her purse rummaging through it she pulls out a package, my heart stops, it's a package of condoms. She drops her purse and heads back to our room.
I'm in shock, I can't move, I can't believe my wife is... I couldn't even think it, but I know it's true even without seeing it. Kathy's having an affair, suddenly the anger boils up in me. I race to the front door, keys in hand, but something stops me. Do I really want to do this, walk in on them while they're in bed. My mind is spinning if I go in now I know I'll lose it. I'm just too fucking mad. I've always been able to control my temper, but seeing my wife, the mother of my children, in bed with another man, I don't know I might snap and kill them both. I have to think.
I head back toward the car when I hear Kathy scream. She's being raped, I run back to the door and insert the key but before I can turn it I hear her scream again, "YES THAT'S IT FUCK ME." I can't believe my ears, she never talked like that with me. I silently let myself in, the sounds are unmistakable. Kathy's moans are mixed with the grunts of a man and the sounds of bodies slapping against each other. My anger is fed by curiosity, I have to see this for myself. I peek down the hall before creeping to our door. The way the room is arranged I can't just look through the door or I'll be seen the bed sits sideways to the door so I peek around the frame of the door. I can't believe it, Kathy is on hands and knees while a man I've never seen before pounds her from behind.
I turn and lean my back against the wall next to the door swallowing the bile rising in my throat. I'm sweating profusely and not just because I'm sick. My whole body is shaking as I try to control myself. What the fuck, she's fucking this guy doggie style, my uptight, won't even let me fuck her with the lights on wife is fucking this guy doggie style. I peek back around the door, not only is she fucking him doggie style, but she's loving every bit of it. She's moaning and urging him on and she's clearly thrusting back against him. I'm both repulsed and mesmerized, I can't take my eyes off them as they fuck like wild animals.
I watch as he slaps her ass with a resounding smack, "you like that, you little bitch," the words are full of lust.
"Yes, yes, spank me," she moans, "I'm a bad girl I need a good spanking." I need to run, get away before I do something. What that something would be is a mystery to me. My brain won't work, what do I do, I close my eyes tight and shake my head trying to get my brain working again, but nothing works I just can't process any of it. Nothing I know about this woman fits what I'm hearing and seeing, yes I must leave but my numb body won't move.
As I watch he rains slaps down on her ass until her cheeks are bright red. That ass, that ass that I thought was mine is now being claimed by someone else. Finally the shock fades along with my anger, all that's left is a strange out of body feeling of what, hatred, shame, jealousy, no I realize the strongest emotion I'm feeling is envy. I'm envious of this man I don't know, doing to my wife what I can't, no not can't, but have been rebuked at every turn from enjoying what this fucker is enjoying. I can't believe it but my cock is growing hard, fuck I'm enjoying watching this, who's more fucked up me or her. Finally my body responds and I turn to leave, I feel like I'm going to throw up again I have to force the bile back down. Half way down the hall I'm frozen by the sound of Kathy's voice. "Yes fuck my ass," from the angle I had at the door I couldn't actually see, is he really fucking her ass. I've begged and begged her to let me fuck her ass, but she always flatly refused to even let me touch her ass. I creep back to the door and peek in, he has his cock held at the base as he pulls out and pushes back in each time aiming first high then low, he's fucking her in both holes at the same time.
I turn and walk out to the living room and sit in a daze. She's doing things with him that she would never do with me. Our marriage is a sham, she never loved me or if she did she doesn't now. This is what's been bothering her, she doesn't love me and she doesn't know how to tell me. I can't face her now, not after what I just saw, I have to get out of here and clear my head.
I sit in my car in Walmart's parking lot not able to move my stomach churning. I open the door and puke my guts out, not sure if it's the sickness or the fact that my marriage is more than likely over. I can't get the image of him pushing his cock into her pussy just to pull it out and push it in her ass out of my head. My cock is hard as a rock and that bothers me even more, the fact that this turns me on. For my own sanity I have to confront her, but how, that's the question. I can't do it in front of the kids, so when. I can't go home and act like I didn't see what I saw, I'm not that good of an actor.
Do I want a divorce is the question? I wrestle with that question for hours before realizing that no I don't want a divorce. I love my wife, my lying, cheating, whore of a wife. I'm so fucked, I love her and know that I'll put up with anything to keep her. I'm going to be a cuckold, fuck how could his happen to me.
I pull into the driveway an hour later than normal. Getting out of the car I walk slowly to the door my stomach still doing back flips. I hear her voice as she helps Amy with her homework and I have to square my shoulders and steel myself, driving the image of her bucking back against her lovers cock out of my head. "Hi honey," she says cheerfully when I walk in, "dinner will be ready soon. I was beginning to worry, what kept you?"
WHAT KEPT ME, WHAT KEPT ME, YOU FUCKING WHORE THE IMAGE OF YOU FUCKING YOUR LOVER THAT'S WHAT KEPT ME, I want to scream, but what comes out is "had some loose ends to tie up before I left work," I say in a low voice.
She looks at me and gets up, "what's wrong," she asks as she walks toward me.
"I'm not feeling very well, I'm going to bed," I say brushing past her before I lose control.
"Do you want me to bring your plate in there," she asks following me.
"No I'm not hungry, I'm just going to bed," I snap before closing the door in her face.
Thankfully she doesn't follow me in. I look at the bed and the ghost of them pounding against each other is there. I sit in the chair staring at the bed, the sight and sound of their fucking plays in an endless loop in my head.
