It was fifteen years ago, and the memories of that night still make my dick hard. My wife and brother and I had moved to California, and rented a bungalow in Venice. My brother and I immediately met up with a group of partying people and spent our days and nights out, leaving my wife to tend to the house. With her terrific tan, shapely body, and outgoing personality, it didn't take her anytime at all to land a job at one of the upscale nightclubs in Santa Monica, where she enjoyed pouring forty dollar shots and accepting heavy bribes for time on the pool tables. Kymm knows sex and we had had a great seven years of marriage. We were friends and sex partners, and enjoyed trading sexual tricks with each other. She is a squiter who never shies away from a bi-sexual experience, and we've left wet spots from Washington to New York to Boston, and enjoyed several adventures of second girls in our bed.
However, you know what they say about the seven-year itch?
It was at her club on the 3rd Street Promenade where she quickly became friends with a young bouncer by the name of Jeb. He was a trim and muscular guy, and stood a few inches taller than me. She mentioned him a couple of times, but quite frankly, I was too busy partying to pay my wife's conversation much attention. In fact, I was disregarding her in a big and uncool way.
One day, a sports car pulled up in front of our place, and Kymm informed me that she was going to Jeb's to give him a haircut. She had been a hair stylist for years, and I was rather surprised as my brother and I watched her cross the street. The car was small, and the guy who welcomed Kymm, obviously Jeb, offered her to ride on his lap. He was tall, dark haired, and his tan and wife-beater tee-shirt accentuated his steely frame and left a perfect outline of abs like you see on work out nuts. He was the exact opposite of me. She quickly accepted his lap offer and off they went. She came home in time to change for work, and I went out. I didn't see her again for a couple of days.
When I did finally see her, she informed me that she was sick of my partying and laziness, and my not paying attention to her, and that she was moving in with a girl from work to an apartment on Venice Beach. With that, she gathered her clothes and left.
A few mornings later, Kymm woke me up from sleep. My brother was gone for the night, and we had the place to ourselves. Kymm broke the news to me that the night before she had gone to Jeb's house. I could tell how excited she was from the glow on her face, as she began to share her exploits with me.
She told me how she had driven her '68 VW Bus to his house and how he'd met her on the porch, while his roommates sat inside, able to see out the porch window. After just minutes of small talk, Kymm's insatiable appetite for sex took over and she made her move. Jeb took her face in his hands and gently kissed her eyelids, neck and chin, working her into a frenzy. She knelt before him, and undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants to let his cock out. When I asked, she simply told me that he was bigger than me. She also informed me that all of his muscles were like nothing she'd had before. Her eyes glazed over as she related these facts to me.
I had become rock hard from her story, and she continued to recant her tale of conquest, while jerking me off. She told me that Jeb's cock had filled her mouth. "He came all over me when he got off," she said excitedly.
With that, I arched my back and shot a load up her arm The story was told well, and incredibly hot.
Kymm left after that, and we only saw each other a few times over the next month. However, I couldn't get my wife's excitement for her California boy-toy out of my mind. I wasn't what you'd call "jealous"; I was actually excited for Kymm and her fling. We'd shared so much together that I was interested in her adventure.
Finally, one evening, my curiosity got the best of me, and I waited for Kymm after I got out of work. I parked my car a few rows over from her bus, and waited for the club to close. A little after 1:00 AM, she entered the garage with whom I recognized as Jeb in tow. They got in her bus and headed toward Venice, while I followed at a discreet distance.
When we got to Venice Beach, Kymm parked the bus. I drove my red VW Bug right past them, coming within ten feet of them, as she and Jeb took the familiar steps up to her first floor apartment. After parking, I walked back to the apartment and stepped up to look in the window. The apartment faced the small beach street, and a big bay window with two smaller side windows offered a full view of the living room and bed.
The windows were open and I listened as Jeb put in a Harry Connick Jr. CD for my wife and he to dance to. Kymm made drinks for the two of them, and they danced and drank for a while, as I kept my post, just outside.
I watched as they slow-danced and Jeb fondled Kymm's ass with his big hands. Soon, I began to see Kymm grind herself against her lover, dry-humping him as her sexuality took over. Jeb repeatedly bent his neck so that he could kiss my wife, and I watched as their tongues played in the light and to the music. Kymm threw her head back to allow Jeb to ravage her neck with kisses, turning her on to a point of no return.
Finally, Kymm's hands began to rub Jeb's shoulders and rake down his shirted chest. She grabbed his package through his pants, and gave it a little jiggle. "Let's get you out of these", I heard her say.