I was very frustrated and horny as hell as I boarded the car train in Sanford, Florida heading to Charlotte, North Carolina. My car was on board as I was going to be staying in Charlotte for at least three months. The Company I worked for was sending me to our Charlotte branch to oversee the start up of a new computer system that I had help develop over the past year.
My frustration stemmed from the fact that my wife was not going and would probably be fucking our good friend Charlie's brains out while I was gone and she would not suck my cock prior to my leaving.
She was the best cocksucker I ever experienced and I wanted that blowjob prior to leaving. But alas it did not happen.
I'm a thirty two year old computer programmer named Sam and my wife was a thirty one year old fox that I had met in college, named Kelly. We had fucked our way through college and married soon after we both graduated.
I had become totally addicted to Kelly's awesome cocksucking, and I have to admit I was probably neglecting her needs, in my pursuit of her oral skills.
It was only recently I found out she was fucking our close friend Charlie. Charlie was a Department Manager in our Company. We had met right after I started working there and became friends immediately. He was tall and very handsome, and Kelly seemed to like him right off.
We would socialize with Charlie and his girlfriend Sally often and entertained them in our home many times. Although Charlie and Kelly would flirt on occasion, I did not realize the extent of their attraction. I found out when I came home unexpectedly and found them fucking in our bed. When I entered the house, I heard the sounds of someone in the throes of sexual bliss. Kelly was moaning and squealing like I had not heard since our college days. I knew she was being fucked, but was not aware it was Charlie until I peeked into the bedroom.
The surprise of seeing my good friend furiously pounding my wife's cunt was a total shock. Little did I know that he had been fucking her regularly for several months. I would find that out later. I made a quick decision to not confront them, and slipped away driving to the nearest bar.
I had several beers and waited till I was sure they would have finished and returned home.
When I entered the house I made sufficient noise to let them know I was there. But it was not necessary, as Charlie had already left.
Later that evening, I totally caught Kelly off guard when I asked, "How long have you and Charlie been fucking?"
The shock and horror on her face is something I will never forget.
After a few moments, she stammered and said, "What ever gave you that idea?"
"Come on, I came home early today and saw you two fucking up a storm, and in our bed too," I said.
"You can't deny it, I saw you with my own eyes."
At first she was speechless, but after a short time, I saw the expression on her face slowly change. And what I was now seeing was anger.
"Look you asshole, you have not been taking care of my needs for a long time. All you ever seem to want is for me to suck you cock. If you had paid attention to taking care of me, this probably would not have happened."
She had turned her infidelity back on me and I had to secretly admit she probably had a point.
Now I was reliving the whole scene of Charlie fucking Kelly, in my mind, as the train slowly started pulling out of the station.
I had not confronted Charlie, but assumed Kelly must have told him, as he seemed to have avoided me the past few days prior to my departure.
I kept wondering if he had experienced one of Kelly's awesome blowjobs. I'm sure he must have. I also wondered just how many times he had fucked her. I had tried to get Kelly to tell me, but she had refused to divulge any details.
The image of his cock pumping her cunt stuck in my mind's eye, and then it hit me like a thunderbolt, he was not wearing a condom. Kelly did not take the pill and we had always used a vaginal foam called Emko for protection. Damn, I hope she used the foam prior to Charlie fucking her.
