It was early afternoon and the drive home was exhausting. I was still an hour away and really looking forward to the end of this whole trip. I had been gone for a week and was planning to surprise my wife, Beth, by coming home on Friday instead of late Saturday. I talked to her last night and she sounded disappointed that I wouldn't be home until then.
I turned onto my street right around 12:00 or so and noticed her car in the driveway and another car parked on the street in front. This was rather odd and intriguing because she works days from 7:00-3:30. "Ah," I thought, she must be home for lunch, but then I wondered about the strange car in front. The street that we live on is nice and quiet and since we have very little traffic, you tend to learn what vehicles your neighbors drive. Maybe it was someone from out of town visiting one of them.
I pulled up behind the other car since I knew my wife would be leaving to return to work shortly and sat there for a moment thinking how tired I was. I opened the door and climbed out, reaching high into the air with my arms and raising up on my toes, stretching my cramped up body. I closed the car door and figured I would carry my luggage in later after I had a drink and maybe a nap.
I grabbed the doorknob and gave it a twist, finding it unlocked. She never locks the door, even though I am constantly on her about it. I could have knocked or rang the doorbell and surprised her when she opened the door but I figured I would sneak in and scare the crap out of her, serves her right for not listening to me. I slowly pulled the door open so that it didn't squeak as it rubs the door jam. Sticking my head in slowly, I didn't see her but I hear the TV on in the bedroom. Maybe she stayed home sick or something, she never called me to say that she was feeling bad though. I crept inside and slowly pushed the door shut behind me, turning the knob again as it cleared the doorframe. I slipped my shoes off and slowly slipped through the living room and down the hallway. The closer I got to the bedroom the clearer the sounds from the TV, or so I thought was the TV, were becoming. What the hell was she watching, it almost sounded like a porno. Then I had an idea, I was going to push the door open and bust her masturbating in the bed on her lunch break. This would be great! The door was partially ajar and as I reached it, I leaned closer to get a peek before I burst in on her.
She wasn't masturbating at all. In fact, what I saw made my heart hit the floor. There was my wife lying on the bed with her legs spread wide all right, wearing a pair of black lace topped stockings but she wasn't masturbating. Another man was on top of her fucking her with this huge cock as she moaned loudly and clawed at the sheets. Then I realized who this other guy was. It was Dan, a good friend of ours! I can't believe he would betray my friendship like this and I couldn't help but wonder what his wife, Sarah, would think if she knew that he and my wife were carrying on this illicit affair.
"What a cheating bitch," I thought. How could she, after all these years, be fucking some other guy while I'm out of town, or so she thought I was out of town. I wandered if this is what she did every day while I was gone and how long this might have been going on.
I stood there contemplating how to handle the situation. I peeked back in again and now she had her stocking clad legs wrapped around him, calling out for him to fuck her, over and over again. He was giving it alright and then he stopped. He sat up, grabbed her legs and put them together as he wrapped his arms around them. He then slowly pushed forward into her and she gasped aloud. She whimpered something to him and I heard him chuckle. He then pushed forward and quickly pulled back again. This time she reached out for him and begged him to give it all to her. He did, he lunged into her and she flexed her legs and raised her ass off the bed and shifted backwards. He hit bottom in her and he knew it. He started thrusting forward in a steady rhythm as she swung her head from side to side moaning and groaning like she does when I pin her legs back and drive my own cock deep and hard.
I couldn't believe I was just standing there watching what was going on instead of putting a stop to it. To add to the shock of it all, I could feel my cock growing against my leg as it hung loosely in my boxers. I reached down and massaged it firmly and felt it rise to my touch.
Just as I was getting over the whole initial shock of my discovery, Dan pulled out of her and a woman, who must have been obscured by my view, climbed onto the bed and leaned down to her crotch where Dan had just been. She was completely naked, her hair dark and curly with a soft shine to it. "Oh my God," it was Sarah, Dan's wife! Dan stood just off to the side stroking his huge cock that was glistening in the little bit of light that shown though partially open curtains. Obviously she was pretty wet and his cock was reflecting a good coating of her juices. Sarah leaned down and began to lap at my wife's hot sex as my wife reached out, placing a hand on her head. I never dreamed that my wife would let another woman touch her sexually as she was always acting apposed to such ideas when we would watch a porno together. Her legs squirmed out straight and then bent back up. Obviously she was enjoying Sarah's tongue and was not trying to conceal the pleasure that she was being given.
As her pussy was being given a lesbian oral assault, Dan climbed up onto the bed and scooted toward her on his knees. My wife immediately reached out and grabbed his cock and led him closer to her face as if his cock was a leash. She leaned her head out as it came to her and took the purple and swollen head between her lips and moaned her approval for it. She stroked it slowly with her hand as she twisted back and forth on it. His hand had a grasp on the back of her head and held her to her task. She popped his cock from her lips and took a deep gasp of air and then began running her tongue up and down the bottom of his thick shaft.
My eyes went back to Sarah who was planted between my bride's thighs, her ass raised into the air, as she stood there bent over the end of my bed. Her dark locks had fallen over her face and she constantly brushed it back repeatedly. I always thought Sarah was hot and I must admit to fantasizing about her on more than one occasion while I jerked my cock in private. Sometimes when they came over to hang out with us, she would have on a soft flowing but seductively short sundress or a hot little denim mini. I wanted to walk in and hold those soft locks back for her but I stood there frozen in my hallway, unable to move. Beth's legs were moving faster shifting around until she raised them off the bed. Her belly tightened and her breasts heaved. Her lips parted and the cock plopped out as she began to loudly voice her orgasm. Sarah rapidly swung her head from side to side, rubbing her lips and tongue in a fervid motion. Dan had his hand back on his cock and was massaging it from its thick base up the pulsing head and rubbing her spit, mixed with pre-cum, over the tip with his fingers. My wife continued to orgasm long and hard, bucking wildly as Sarah refused to relinquish her mouths grip on my wife's hot cunt.