I stood there shocked to the core, my feelings in utter turmoil. The larger red-haired woman, dressed in a black crotchless bodystocking being fucked by a well-hung black man called Marlon, was not called Carol - she was called Emily and she was my wife!
I quickly turned away and headed off to the kitchen and outside for a smoke. I had to clear my thoughts and think fast. Here I was, hosting a nylon-inspired sex party behind my wife's back having set up the chatroom on Discord. How was she going to react to that? My wife, the woman who did not seem to understand my nylon fetish and as far as I was aware until just a minute ago, had extremely vanilla views about sex, dare I say old-fashioned?
These thoughts were being bombarded with other thoughts that had me totally conflicted. My wife of 25 years, who had always seemed so traditional and straight-laced in her views about sex and marriage was currently being fucked in front of a crowd of men by a big black cock whilst eating out her friend.
After the initial shock of seeing this, my thoughts started to calm down and I realised that actually what I had seen was something I had fantasised about for years yet thought would never happen. Personally, it turned me on to think that she was getting fucked right now just a few feet away from me and that something in her psyche had changed massively.
It dawned on me pretty quickly that we were both in the same boat and there was nothing we could do to avoid some rather tricky questions with each other. I stubbed out my cigarette and headed back to the conservatory. The group was still stood around watching as I approached. Emily was now on her back, with her legs spread wide open as Marlon was now fucking her harder. Jenny was kneeling over her face being eaten out and leaning forwards and rubbing Emily's clit as she was being fucked.
I made my way to stand just behind Marlon so that he obscured me from Jenny's view. I had a plan, I just needed Marlon to either take a break or cum. Just a few seconds later, I knew which it was going to be. He quickened his pace, slamming into my wife's cunt causing her to gush.
"Oh fuck, I am going to cum!" he shouted.
He pulled out, ripped the condom off his cock and after just a few tugs on his massive cock, shot his load, hitting Jenny in the face and covering my wife's pussy and belly with his spunk. He dutifully moved to one side and I made my move. My cock was already rock hard and free of my tights and I emerged from behind Marlon and took his place. As I neared Emily's soaking wet pussy, Jenny looked up.
Her eyes widened as she saw who it was - I quickly reached out and put my hand over her mouth and gestured for her to say nothing. She nodded and watched me as I took my place and drove my cock all the way into my wife. I was not wearing a condom and could feel how soaking wet she was and also how stretched open her pussy had become. She was probably unaware that the penis inside her was mine and was not wearing a condom.
I fucked my wife harder than I had ever done before. Beneath me she was gushing almost constantly, covering my cock in her hot love juices. Jenny started to move herself off my wife and made her way to one side so that she could kiss Emily and watch me fucking her. In a matter of a few minutes, I was ready to cum. I made sure not to speak as the feeling of inevitability grew and then with one big grunt, I rammed my cock home and shot my cum deep into her.
Now she knew I had fucked her bareback and in realising this, she broke free of Jenny and tried to sit up to register her annoyance.
"What the f.."
She never said the word "fuck" - the word was stuck in her mouth as her eyes met mine. That moment as we looked at each other seemed to last for ever, the moment of realising that life as we had known it for our entire marriage had changed forever. Jenny just stood there next to us, already in floods of tears.
"Fuck, fuck."
It was all Emily could say, over and over again.
I moved round the side of the bed, so that Emily could stand up. I put my arm around Jenny.
"It'll be OK. Don't worry, it will all be ok." I said.
Emily stood up and pulled her arm back as if to slap me across the face but something stopped her. I found out later that that was the moment the penny dropped in her brain. Yes, I was at a sex party behind her back but then she was also in the same position. We were both in the wrong.
She put her arm around her friend and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Please stop crying, Jen, please. My husband and I are going to go and have a little chat now - go and get yourself a drink and try and calm down. It'll be fine, I promise."
The three of us walked out of the conservatory, leaving the assembled throng behind somewhat confused as to what had just happened. Frankly I couldn't give a shit what they thought as we made our way to the kitchen. We sat Jenny down with an empty glass and a chilled bottle of white wine and made our way outside. I lit a cigarette.