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.
