My wife Delilah is a proud woman.
First a little background; she's gorgeous 5' -- 10" with a proportionate and well-endowed figure for her medium frame, her hourglass figure accentuates her super sexy body. Second, Delilah is my best friend and our marriage of twenty one years wouldn't be traded in for the world, despite her often casual or less then interest in sex. We can talk for hours about the silliest most mundane topics and change it around and cry and laugh together over more serious ones.
I believe my marriage is one of millions of many couples stuck in a sexless marriage syndrome. My wife thinks of sex as a 'have to', something she is obligated to in the rules of marriage. Sex is not a seemingly important activity for her, she doesn't like to talk about sex, she is instantly tired when she sees the bed, she has a sore throat, a headache, an infection is brewing down there, not in the mood tonight, it's her period, sex seems like some burden to be fulfilled. When we have sex it is nice, not usually mind blowing "Oh my fucking god," sex, but nice. She's more interested in me getting off so she can go to sleep. I've made suggestions until I'm blue in the face; erotic books, sexy lingerie, toys, go see a sex therapist together, have fun taking clothes off and express fantasies, all to no avail. In her defense she seems to enjoy flirting with me sexually by flashing her tits in the kitchen, laundry room, and some unusual places when our children are present, it shows her sense of humor. She also went to a nude beach with me while dating, so I know she's not totally inhibited. I always thought my wife would eventually get more comfortable and excited about sex. As a matter of fact I'd bet a million dollars on it until the other day.
One three day weekend, I was scheduled to speak at a music convention for my work in the recording studio business. The same weekend my wife was scheduled to be at a business conference, she's a sought after marketing specialist. When I got to the parking lot to leave, they told us our bus had mechanical troubles and a replacement bus wouldn't be available for three hours. I went to the parking lot directly from the studio, so I decided to go home and kick back until I needed to get back. On my way home I noticed two cars in our driveway I'd never seen before, something told me to park on a cross street, I did.
We live in a rancher and if you are in one of the back bedrooms, you can't hear someone enter the side door. As I came in, I immediately heard some loud voices.
"Hey fuck face, I'm going to erupt," I heard my wife say.
"OK slut, don't let me stop you," came from an unknown male.
"Shut up bitch and suck my cock," came from a second unknown male.
I was hurt, flabbergasted, confused, curious, angry and about to yell myself, but decided to keep calm and see what I could to evaluate first. Who the hell is occupying my wife's body and mind?
Our bedroom door was wide open and the way the bed is angled, it is easier to look in as opposed to see out into the hallway. I saw my wife lying naked, except for her opened bra, next to her back. One man is kneeling between her legs, furiously shoving a finger in and out of her muff, presumably massaging her G spot, and saying what a beautiful pussy she has. My wife is moaning loudly, something she doesn't do with me, so my mixed emotions are getting more heightened. I can hear her breathing through her nose, it's that loud. The other man is thrusting his cock fully into her mouth while grabbing her hair. He's calling her all sorts of names -- bitch, slut, skank and Paris Hilton wannabe to name a few. All three are breathing heavy and are oblivious to the outside world. Delilah is pinching one breast and nipple and the man with his cock in her mouth is pinching her other breast and nipple. My dick is stretching my pants, as I've pushed down my slacks and placed two fingers and my thumb around my shaft. I'm rubbing myself very quickly and softly. I'm trying as hard as I can from having my involuntary sounds give me away.
The man who is driving his cock into my wife's thick luscious salivating lips glances my way. My heart skips a beat and I pause from my own activities. I doubt he saw me. Just then Delilah pulls his dick out of her mouth to say.
"Thar she blows," the man between her legs is subject to a torrent of slut cream. Are my eyes deceiving me? My wife can do that, any woman can do that? This man's face and hair are matted down with this unusual deluge. He has a bewildered look on his face and says incomprehensible words, in another language.
The man with his 'Johnson' in my wife's face starts laughing. "Holy fuck bitch, eat this." He is now spewing his seed in her slurping, gulping opening; she can't take it all in. His goo is in her left eye, cheek, hair, neck, left breast and nipple. I'm rubbing my cock franticly, watching the man's load drip and glisten off her left breast; this has brought me to the edge. In all this, the man with the sopping wet face has positioned himself on Delilah's other side yanking off to splendtacularville. My wife is still nursing the man on the other side when he (goo face) starts discharging his load on her. I wish I had my video camera operating -- Delilah with a softer dick in her mouth is now getting baby batter on the other side of her face. This goo face guy starts speaking so fast in Spanish, that I can only pick out a few words -- caliente (horny), la casa chica (the house your mistress lives in), la leche (milk as in sperm), madre (as in MILF), coño (cunt), to many others to pick up. She is pinching both tits now and intermittently wiping some of the gooey juice off her nose to breathe. She seemed totally unprepared for this onslaught of new cream. Her face is totally covered and is glossed over with this outlandish facial. I can't hold on any longer, I shudder with an orgasm I'd not previously experienced. My underwear is a fucking mess; I slowly pull my dripping hand out, and wipe the cum off.
I'm walking back to the kitchen, I'm light headed and my legs are wobbling. I don't want to be here when they decide to move about. I decide to leave a clue with this saturated underwear on Delilah's favorite kitchen chair; my dick needs some airing out as well.
My head is spinning with what I just experienced; outside the wind blowing feels refreshing. I head over to Pat's house to cool down and put on a change of clothes, oh yes and a fresh pair of underwear as well.
This is the first time I became aware of Delilah going outside the marriage to satisfy her sexual needs. God is she hot, why not with me, I'm hurt! I've been uncomfortable with my wife's lack of passion for a quite a while now. What has changed with her? Is that really her?
I drove back to the parking lot with Pat putting the previous event out of my mind for the time being; the recording convention weekend was magnificent. There were wall to wall activities of musical events, roundtables, social and athletic fun mixed in. When I got back home on Sunday Delilah was sitting on her kitchen chair.
"Hi, Russ how was the convention," she asked to soften me up?
"Great Delilah, how was your weekend," I already know part of that answer?
"Real ah....nice," tears start welling in her eyes.
"Delilah, you're crying," she is no shrinking violet, but she does get emotional.
"I...uh didn't want you to find out and THIS," she's holding up my soiled underwear.
"Delilah, what'd you think, I walk into our home and you're fucking two strange guys on the bed we sleep in?" Now she is balling like a child.
"Ple...plea...please don't...be...be...up...up...upset." She says struggling to get the words out. The tears are rolling down her cheeks and dripping on the glass kitchen table. I get her a tissue box.
"Don't be upset? Delilah what's happening with you?" I'm ready to hear what I think I know and her tears are even more now. It takes my wife a few minutes to calm down before she is able to string her thoughts together. She's always been a straight shooter, so I've no concerns there.
"I have come to a decision recently." My ears are ready for the D word. "Because our sexual desires are so inversely proportionate, I've decided that I can pursue as much sexual activity as I want." My jaw drops to the floor. "You can be as active as you want as well." I'm still having trouble pulling my jaw up from the floor. "I was getting excited with your explicit fantasies, almost back to being able to perform again, until two months ago." This is a lot more information than I ever expected; however I'm not stopping her. "Last month I decided it would be a good idea if you watched me having sex." My head is now spinning. "So I video taped the event on Friday afternoon, in which you became an unwitting participant." I'm speechless.
"Delilah, I need to lie down, I'm feeling woozy and queasy." Delilah just happened to have a small trash can with plastic a liner. No sooner had I got hold of the couch with Delilah's aid, I reached for the trash can. She brings a wet wash cloth to put on my forehead and holds my hand. I must have become sick and fallen asleep from that onslaught of information and the three hour bumpy bus ride back to town.
After I woke up I started in with..."What the hell has gotten into you? You're now a sex starved slut sucking, squirting starlet and you decided not to tell me? You made a video, who made the video, how'd you make a video, how am I in that video?" I'm blurting out whatever comes into my head at the time. My head is filled with questions, lots of questions and unaccustomed feelings.
"Honey, I never expected you to be here then. I discovered your underwear and then talked to Pat's wife Cindy, she told me about the bus problem. John lent me the equipment for the video and showed me how it's done remotely with tiny cameras and microphones; we had equipment in the hallway as well. I'll erase the recording." Delilah was caught off guard by the situation and trying to calm me down now.
"At least let me see what you recorded first before you delete it." I couldn't believe that was coming out of my mouth.
"Really?" Delilah asked incredulously.
"Really!" I said emphatically, but feeling more curious then sure.
