When I walked Into the house, everything was quiet. The further I entered in, I began to hear what sounded like two or three voices coming from the upstairs. Two of the voices were male and I heard what sounded like a female voice that was being muffled.
My shift at the prison seemed as though it would never end. Being the Captain of the Guards was very time consuming with all of the paperwork involved, not to mention having to join in on two inmate unrests, which makes you very tired with the downside after each adrenaline rush along with the physical exertion as well. Now, hearing strange voices coming from inside of my own house, my adrenaline peaks again.
As I near the foot of the stairway, I finally hear a familiar voice. I hear my wife's voice say, "Ohhhh yes, Baby, shoot that hot cum down my throat."
My emotions turn from fear and defensive nature, to anger and hurt. Now even more curious, I slip off my shoes and begin to climb the stairs slowly and as quietly as I can. The entire time it takes me to reach the second floor, my mind whirls with confusion and anger. Her words that she had just said aloud, kept ringing through my mind and heart.
She had told me many different times in our six years of marriage that only "sluts and whores" would let a man cum in their mouths. Also, she told me repeatedly that my cum made her gag with its texture and taste. I assumed that it was my problem and had given up, out of courtesy to her, about even hoping or suggesting that she perform a complete oral blowjob. I mean, why would I ask a woman that I loved so dearly to do something that she detested so greatly?
I was now at the top of the stairs and I could hear the grunts and groans of sex emitting from my partially opened bedroom door. I was hoping that my wife, Kate, was watching one of a few adult films that we had acquired over the years, and that perhaps she was pleasing herself as she watched them.
As I reached the opened door, I peeked around the door jamb to see that my fears were very real. There was my wife, riding some guys cock in a reverse cowgirl style, her arms stretched back against his chest for support, while another man stood at her face, sliding his hard, thick cock in and out of her mouth, rapidly.
Apparently, my timing of seeing them going at it was in time with their imminent climaxes. Kate groaned like I've never heard her do before, and at precisely the same time, the guy she was fucking bellowed that he was going to cum. He slipped his cock out of her splayed pussy and I watched, as spurt after spurt of thick white ropes of cum splashed against her pussy lips and all over her pubic mound.
I guess the humming in her mouth and throat caused the man that she was blowing, to release his pent up seed as well. He literally popped his hard cock from her mouth as he continued to jack the shaft for all he was worth. Kate growled her disappointment, but tilted her head back and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Instantly, I saw a fat thick line of hot cum leap from the purple tipped cock head and land squarely inside of her mouth, only to be followed by three or four more hefty lines of his sticky goo.
Kate gulped down the sperm like she was drinking hot chocolate. She licked her lips and opened up once again. This time two more smaller squirts landed on her tongue. Kate sucked the now deflating tip between her lips and I watched as her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, trying to devour every drop of cum from his spent cock.
I waited outside the door for her to open her mouth to release his cock, then I barged into the room. Kate jumped, then squealed when she saw me standing in the doorway. The two guys scrambled to grab their clothes that had been thrown onto the chair by the dresser.
"Oh my God! What, why are you..... I'm sorry Bruce," then she began to sob.
One of the two men began to apologize. I glared at him and held up my hand. "Get the fuck outta here before I do something that I'll regret!"
Obviously, they had enough sense not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and ran past me holding their clothes. I looked at Kate as she sat on the bed, smeared with cum from her lovers, and crying as she watched my every move. I looked at her and said, "Get dressed. Put on something nice and sexy."
"Honey, why? Come on Babe, lets talk," she pleaded.
"Get dressed. Now!," I responded without so much as a flinch, and walked back down stairs.
Thirty minutes later, as I sat, still in my uniform, at the bar in the kitchen drinking down a very stiff rum and coke, Kate came down the stairs.
She walked over to me and slid her arm across my back. "Bruce, say something! It's not good to hold it all in. Let me have it. I deserve it, I fucked up!"
I stood up without saying a word and grabbed her hand and practically drug her out to the car. She did look nice, the way she was dressed. She wore that tight fitting and very short mini-dress that she bought for our fifth anniversary. She also had her spike heels and nylons that went to her mid thigh with lace at the top. I could tell that she had showered before getting dressed, by her fresh scent, and void of any scents of the two men nor their essence.
"Where are we going, Bruce?" she asked.
"I need to get something from work, then I thought we would go to dinner. Okay with you?," I asked in my normal tone, which by the way, took all that I could muster.
"Sure," she replied, her voice beginning to ease from worry.
We arrived at the prison, and made it through the checkpoints and up at my office on the third floor. I made sure that on the way to my office, that we had to walk down one wing of prison cells that were occupied. In case you didn't know, the portrayals of inmates that you've seen in the movies about the hoots and hollers and crass remarks when an outsider, not to mention a female outsider walks through their domain was very accurate. I had just made Kate walk the gauntlet, so to speak. Guys standing in their cells making wolf whistles and crude remarks of what they'd like to do to her as we walked by, echoed through the hallway.
I knew that she silently responded to the attention, because the redolence of her perfume was much stronger from the heat of her flesh as the blood raced through her veins. "What a slut, she is," I thought.