Story Code: M/F, Oral, Unfaithful Wife, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism
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I left home at nine o'clock in the evening, well, nine-fifteen actually, I took in the news headlines before I left home, I'd have to drive a little faster to get to work on time. My clock-on time was ten o'clock today and my shift would run until six-thirty the following morning.
I did better than usual in my drive into work and actually put my card into the clock at ten minutes to ten, wouldn't be paid for the extra ten minutes but it would be accounted for if I was a little late for work later in the week. I had my sandwiches and flask of tea in my shoulder bag as I walked to my machine, a fifty ton press, John was running the machine and I was about to take over from him. I could hear the 'Bang...pop' of the machine as I walked through the building and as I opened the final door I heard 'Bang' but there was no 'pop' as the tool lifted and ejected the newly formed aluminium bowl that the press had formed...a bang and no pop was serious but not as serious as all the lights going out a fraction of a second later.
The fault was traced to the storage tank for the fire sprinkler system having burst and flooded the factory's switch room, short circuiting all the switchgear. There would have been a fire but for the fact that ten thousand gallons of water was running through the room. We were all sent home, I'd only get half pay because of the union agreement and at ten o'clock, instead of placing an aluminium billet on the form and pressing the start button to close the machines jaw, thumping the die into the solid block of aluminium causing it to melt and flow into the gap between the form and the die I was walking back to my car in the car park.
I turned into my street and saw a flash of red outside my house; a car had just stopped right outside my house. I drove slowly towards my house, the driver of the car stepped out, I saw him quickly run a comb through his hair as he walked around his car. Paul Gamble, my wife's boss, he stood looking through my living room window, he held his hand over his mouth and checked to see if his breath smelled. I parked on the opposite side of the road because Paul was parked in my space, he was so concerned with his appearance, smoothing creases out of his shirt with one hand as he sprayed breath freshener into his mouth with the other hand that he didn't hear me parking behind him.
My living room curtains were open and the main light was on, strange really, less than an hour earlier, when I left home to go to work, the curtains were closed and my wife was reading under the standard lamp and the main light was off. I turned my engine off and was about to get out of my car when Paul pressed my front door bell. I looked through the living room window, I expected to see my wife heave herself out of her favourite spot on the sofa but it was empty. I suddenly saw Angela's head through the kitchen door, she was in the bathroom which was at the side of the kitchen. I saw her mouth move but heard nothing, suddenly Paul shouted out, "It's me, Paul!"
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My wife's head disappeared from view for a moment, Paul moved from the front door to look through the window just as my wife stepped into view, she had her towelling dressing gown on and was just tying the belt as she walked quickly through the living room towards the front door, as she walked so quickly the bottom of her dressing gown flew open showing her bare legs almost all the way to her pussy, her hand brushed the front of her dressing gown closed just before her most private parts were exposed.
Angela opened the front door, she invited Paul into the house but instead of just closing the front door after Paul passed her on the doorway she stepped out into the street and looked to the left and to the right to see if any of our neighbours were about, she didn't look in my direction across the street as no one lived on that side of the road, there was just the high wall surrounding an export packing company's wood store yard, so she didn't see me sitting in my car opposite her watching!
Angie closed the front door and pointed to my seat for Paul to sit in, my chair backed onto the stairs leading up to the bedrooms, I saw a look cross Paul's face as he looked up the stairs as he moved to my seat. Angela crossed to her sofa, she would usually sit sideways on to the right hand arm of the sofa with her legs up pointing at the kitchen door, her sofa backed on to the bathroom wall and at the right hand end of her sofa was the standard lamp that she used to read her books under.
She didn't sit down, there was a rapid conversation and Angela moved off into the kitchen, she reached up to the high cupboard where we kept our glasses, as she reached up Paul's head lowered as he looked at the back of my wife's legs as her dressing gown rode up a little. Angela krpt her back to Paul as she opened the fridge and bent down, legs straight to get a bottle of white wine out of the fridge. Her dressing gown rode up much higher as she bent over and even from more than one hundred feet away and through net curtains I could see that Angela wasn't wearing knickers under her dressing gown.
Paul had slid forward on the seat to get a better look at my wife's arse in the kitchen and he remained sitting on the front edge of the seat when Angela returned and handed him one of the two glasses of wine she had poured. I just sat there in my car looking through my own living room window as my wife and her boss sat talking at a quarter to eleven at night.
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Paul was half way through his wine when he suddenly pulled himself out of his seat, he handed Angels a sheet of paper to read, she automatically spread the letter out on the arm of the sofa and reached up to turn the standard lamp on to help give her enough light to read by. Paul pointed to the CD player, Angela looked up at him and nodded her head, Paul walked across the room and rummaged through our CD collection, he put some music on and stood looking down at Angela as she read the letter that he had given her. I saw Paul say something else and as he spoke he pointed up at the overhead light, Angela nodded her head without even looking up from the letter that she was reading.
Paul crossed the room and turned the main light off. Paul almost disappeared as the net curtains did their job and hid those parts of the room that were as dark as or darker than the outside street. I assumed that Paul had returned to my seat but after a moment Angela lifted the sheet of paper, looked over towards the front door and said something, Suddenly Paul appeared in front of the sofa, he sat next to Angela and looked at the sheet of paper. There was a discussion and Angela placed the letter over the arm of the sofa to her right, Paul remained on the sofa next to my wife, she seemed to go into auto-pilot as she went back to reading, her legs lifted as she turned a little more to the right, her toes aliped under the edge of Paul's thigh and his hand slipped over to her calves, as she read he slowly massaged her calf muscles and lower legs.
The next fifteen minutes seemed to take hours to pass as Paul's hand slowly massaged ever higher over Angela's leg, I saw his fingers slip under the bottom hem of her dressing gown, the whole of his hand was out of sight rubbing over the outside of her thigh and up over her hip. Angela looked over at Paul's face, then down at his hand on her hip. Angela moved her feet, pulling her toes out from under his thigh and rolling to the right so that she was sitting with her back against the sofa's back. Paul grinned, his hand hadn't moved so as Angela turned in her seat, his hand slithered from her hip to right over her pussy area. Angela took a sip from her glass of wine, I couldn't see very much from my car across the road, just a hump under the front of her dressing gown moving slowly from side to side.
I have to say that my reaction shocked me, I should have flown into a rage, I should have marched over there and killed them both but before I could do that I would have to wait until my cock calmed down a little. Angela drank around half of her glass of wine while Paul reached over her body rubbing her up as she took her glass from her lips. Paul reached over with his left hand and took her glass from her hand. After he put the glass down he twisted his body to face her more in his seat and his left hand slid to the knot holding the front of her dressing gown closed. Paul lifted the end of the belt and looked into Angela's eyes, she said nothing so Paul pulled and the knot fell open. Paul pushed the right hand side of Angela's dressing gown to the right and then pulled the left hand side to the left, pushing it down between their bodies.
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Paul's right hand was rubbing over Angela's pussy mound, as soon as his left hand was free he moved it under her left knee, he lifted her left leg and pulled it towards him, he slipped her left leg over his right knee and then swapped his right hand for his left hand as he pushed his fingers between my wife's legs, burying two of his fingers deep into her pussy. She stiffened, her back arched away from the sofa as Paul's right hand rubbed up over her right breast and then he hooked his hand up over her neck, pulling her upper body closer to his, he kissed her as he gave her a massive orgasm with the fingers of his left hand.
Angie moved her right hand and covered the lump that had grown under Paul's trousers. I watched in disbelief as my wife opened her bosses trousers and released his cock, I was even more surprised when she bent over more and slipped her mouth over his cock. Paul's left hand pressed down on the back of Angela's head to push her mouth further down on his cock. I'd asked Angela many times for oral sex and she'd always refused, as far as I could see Paul hadn't even asked for oral sex, my wife had just done it to him of her own volition.
I watched as my wife got more animated, her head moving faster and faster until Paul's body jerked and he pushed her forehead up and her mouth away from his cock, he said something with a laugh, in my head I read, "Bloody hell, that was close!"
Paul said something else and he looked up towards our bedroom, Angels smiled, she thought for a while and then nodded her head. They both stood up, picked up their wine glasses, Angela turned her standard lamp off and they disappeared into the darkness. The light over the stairs went on; she could have been letting Paul out but thirty seconds later, I saw my bedroom light go on and Paul, shirtless appeared in the window, he bent down, it was obvious that he was taking his trousers off. I'd seen enough, my wife taking Paul Gamble up to our shared bedroom was a liberty too far for me. I made up my mind to put a stop to everything. I left my car and marched purposefully across the road. I opened the front door, my CD player was still on, it was a love songs CD playing at quite a high volume. They had left the stairs light on as well as the landing light at the top of the stairs, I didn't creep up the stairs, I just walked normally but because of the volume from the CD player my wife and her boss didn't hear me.
There was another change in my wife's normal behaviour; the bedroom light was still on, no matter how much I begged she would never let me fuck her with the light on. It had obviously taken me longer to get to my bedroom door, I'd aimed to stop them before Paul performed the act but as I stood at my open bedroom door Angela was running through a rather noisy orgasm.
I stepped into my bedroom, Angela was on her hands and knees, totally naked, Paul was behind her, also totally naked, well, not totally naked, he still had his socks on and he was fucking my wife doggy style.
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I just stood there watching as Paul rammed his cock into my wife from behind, this was no love making, this was a power trip, Paul exercising his power over my wife. "I'm close!" Paul said as he quickly pulled back, Angela turned quickly, I got a flash of her arse as her head was away from me, her mouth closed over his cock and she worked hard and fast to get him off in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of his semen.
"What time will Ray get back from work?"
