We had been invited to a friend's house for a party; it was not so much a mutual friend, more one from her previous life before we married. I liked them, but was not really tight with them, we had not got the years of history together, so I took my place in the friendship as a welcome outsider.
I had been looking forward to a night out and was really disappointed when a meeting came up at work that I knew would just run on and on. There was no way I would be done in time to get home and then get to the city. I sent my wife a text, to apologize that I was running late. I was genuinely sorry, but text messages don't always come out right! The response was blunt and put me in my place, basically saying that I was deliberately staying at work to avoid hanging with her friends. After a few messages back and forth, it was clear the evening was doomed and I was told to "fuck off and stay at work!" She was going to go to the party without and instructed me to not wait up...
The meeting finished an hour later and I was unsure of what to do. Perhaps she was right and I was sabotaging the night by working or perhaps she had overreacted. Sometimes things should never be done in texts, so I chose to back down and head to the party. Rushing for the train I called her cell several times, no answer! She was either still pissed at me so was ignoring it, or she could not hear it over the noise at the party. Within the hour I was in the city heading for her friends house. By now it was nearly 10pm so I figured the party would still be going and I could join without making a big scene. I also figured my wife would see my arrival as a nice gesture and she would forgive me being late and forget our earlier disagreement.
I got to the party and started looking around for my wife, who was nowhere to be seen. I eventually found the hostess and was greeted in what felt like a really awkward way. I thought little of it, and just figured she was buzzed and I wasn't. I had just about given up searching for my wife, having been in all the party rooms, the garden and the kitchen, I decided to grab a beer and figure out my next move. I did not want to stay at the party alone, so decided to go to take a pee then head back home.
At the top of the stairs I was figuring out which door was the bathroom, I heard a familiar sound. Smiling to myself I thought someone was getting the fucking of their life. At least someone was getting it I thought.
The door where the noise was coming from was open ajar. I could not resist getting closer for a look. As I got nearer, the sounds of frantic sex got louder and louder. The next thing floored me! I heard two voices; a man and a very familiar voice, it was my wife! She was moaning and clearly building up for a major orgasm. What the fuck? I could not believe it, my mind was racing and I was so angry. How could she do this? She was cheating, this was not her playing with a girl this was a full on fucking.
I was about to burst in a break things up when I realized my cock was telling me otherwise. I was so conflicted, I had wanted this to happen, but had not expected it tonight, nor had it been sanctioned as an okay event. Throughout my anger, my cock still throbbed and my curiosity got the better of me. I edged forward toward the opening in the door, there was just enough of a gap to see the bed and my wife's naked ass grinding down on the biggest blackest cock I have ever seen.
She was riding him for all she was worth, I know this as one of her favorite positions and one that guarantees orgasms and normally ends with her squirting. I was rooted to the spot watching her pussy clinging to this monster cock. As she pulled up it looked like she was being pulled inside out. Her thrusts became increasingly frantic and her lover gripped onto her ass, framing the picture beautifully with his large black fingers. I knew it would not be long before he was in for a lovely but warm surprise.
Suddenly her back arched and she pulled up all the way off his cock, her orgasm was here in full force as was the squirting. When she comes like this it is incredible, it is wave after wave of warm liquid in a pressured release. Her new friend obviously loved it to. I could now see all of his cock; it must have been 11 inches and thick, truly like something out of a porn magazine. Something else that really surprised be, was that he was not wearing a condom! I could not believe she would take him bareback, what about the risks? Once she had finished cuming she continued to fuck him with even more passion.
After a few more minutes of this my cock was still straining against my jeans but I was glued to the spot. My wife was wild with lust and just intent in the moment. I noticed the guy was now bucking against her and his big black hands gripping her ass tightly. I realized he was going to come inside her, adding insult to injury, not only had he fucked my wife, he was going to pump her full of his cum making her truly his. With a cry like an animal he thrust deeper into her and held her down on his cock. I could see his balls tighten as he deposited his load in her.
