Scott looked at the clock and was amazed that so little time had passed, it was only five minutes of five. Quickly shutting down his computer he ran the numbers through his head. Kay didn't expect him until seven, six thirty at the earliest. Leaving now he'd be home around five thirty; he could make it twenty after if he wanted to risk a ticket. Deciding that an hour to an hour and a half early was better than half that time plus a speeding ticket, he decided to play it safe. Dinner at Bellisimo's was still out of the question, but pizza and a night without kids was still very much on the menu. He jumped in his truck full of anticipation of what the night could bring, failing to imagine half of what would transpire.
"Not too shabby," thought Scott as he turned onto his street at twenty three past five. "I'll be in the driveway in two minutes and in Kay's arms in three."
Entering the driveway he pulled around Kylie's Jeep Wrangler intending to park in front of the garage behind the house. When he got there, his spot was taken by an unfamiliar blue Nissan Pathfinder. Killing the engine he stared for a moment, trying to jog his memory and see if a name could be attached to this vehicle, but he came up blank. Exiting his truck he walked around the strange SUV and placed his hand on the hood: it was still warm.
Scott decided to enter the house through the back door. Stepping into the mud room, he slipped off his sneakers and walked through the kitchen towards the living room, curious as to the whereabouts ok Kylie. No sound emanated from the living room, but he peered in anyway, his belief that she wasn't there verified. Standing mannequin still he listened, and was rewarded with a sound from upstairs. It was a moan. It was Kylie moaning, in the way she did during foreplay.
His cock grew to its full six and a half inches with the next moan that filled his ears. He could picture her lying across the bed nude, her chestnut hair spilling around her head in a silken puddle, her legs spread as she slowly worked her blue vibrator over her pink wetness.
Not wanting to reveal himself to her he stole silently up the stairs, halting at the fourth step when his mind was rocked by a thought that had been pushed from his mind by the lustful images of his wife in various poses of self pleasure: whose Pathfinder was parked in our driveway?
Standing dead still his heart hammered in his chest as new images flooded his mind: Images of another man having his way with his wife. Bending her over on their marital bed and stuffing her from behind as Kylie clawed at the sheets in the throes of passion. Kylie bouncing atop this mysterious lover, her 36B breasts jostling in time to their rhythmic fuck.
Though he did enjoy these images to a degree, the idea of this happening without his knowledge is what tainted them for him. As if on cue his fears were confirmed. Another noise drifted down the stairway to his waiting ears, and it wasn't Kylie. Certain now that another man was in his bed with his wife Scott crept up the remaining stairs, intent up catching them in the act.
With cat like stealth he crept down the hall, slowly approaching the three quarter closed bedroom door, the two different moans differentiating themselves further the closer he got. Entering their bedroom, the bed was on the left wall, with their dressers and closet on the wall the door swung to. This would afford Scott an unobstructed view of half of their bed from his current vantage point with his next step. Steeling himself he slid forward and peered inside through the cracked door, the vision before him making him feel like a prophet or fortune teller; be it one with a skewed view.
Kylie was on her knees facing away from him at an angle. The upper body of her five foot ten inch frame was resting on the mattress, her head turned from him looking towards a window; her ass in the air, her wet pussy being filled by a long black cock.
Scott watched with a combination of shock and voyeuristic pleasure as his wife took what looked to be at least eight inches of thick cock into her hot pussy without so much as a whimper of pain, only moans of utter satisfaction. With much effort he forced his gaze to leave the heavy body of his wife that was clearly building to an amazing climax from the deep slow fucking she was receiving, to the body of the one that was filling his wife with more cock than he carried between his legs.
Her lover, though kneeling, looked to be no taller than Kylie: the upper end of the five foot scale, and surely no more than one hundred and twenty pounds, if that. Her blonde hair felt across her delicate shoulders in a cascade of mild curls, ending at the middle of her back. She had a tattoo barely visible above the leather thong, which Scott assumed was the harness for the faux cock she was fucking Kylie with, that looked like a rose and thorny vines. The rest of her back was an image of perfection, marred not by ink or blemish. Her figure was an hourglass, though not nearly as thin in the middle, but lacking of curves she was not. Her body carried the same bronze hue from head to toe as far as he could tell. She was either a master of the sprayless tan, or no stranger to sunbathing in the nude. Scott was certain it was the latter.
He watched transfixed as this blonde goddess continued to fuck his wife, uncertain why the rage he felt when he was sure a man was in his bed had fled as soon as he saw it was a woman. He stared as the slow and steady assault on his wife's pussy lead her toward orgasm.
Unaware of when it had happened, Scott suddenly realized he was slowly stroking his rock hard member in time with the slow thrusts of his wife's blonde lover. He gaped in true voyeur fashion as Kylie arched her back, tossing her head about as her right hand found her supple breast, her climax imminent, and her moans uncontrolled.
With a cry Kylie came hard, as did Scott spilling his seed on the carpeted hall floor. Her heaving body fell forward, off the dildo that had sent her to the stratosphere. She laid face down, shivers running through her heaving body as her orgasm subsided. Her lover stood and removed the dildo and harness before slinking into the bed along side his wife, her right leg draped across Kylie's left.
Scott grew erect almost instantly when he stole his first complete look at his wife's lover. Her chest had to be a 38C. Her stomach was as toned as any infomercial pitch woman that was trying to get you to buy the latest and greatest exercise device. The delicate bone structure of her face was a nearly perfect oval, but her eyes were her defining feature above all else. Perfectly placed on either side of her petite nose, the green orbs appeared to have been cut from a flawless dark emerald. They sparkled as if lit from within by the smoldering coals of a bonfire.
His gaze was locked on this gypsy goddess as she bent her faultless lips to his wife's bare back; planting kisses that though delicate in delivery conveyed a passionate lust that was clearly nowhere near to being sated. He stared as she worked her way along Kylie's spine. Anticipating the moment she would be kissing the firm globes of his wife's ass he leaned too close to the cracked doorway, and was spotted.
She paused in the middle of Kylie's back, her bright green eyes widening when she spied him. His cock again erect and in hand, Scott didn't move. He knew he was caught, and was unsure how the coming moments would go down. Feeling like the caught voyeur that he was, the fact that his wife was fucking someone else was nowhere to be found in his mind.
The mysterious woman's gaze held him frozen in place. Hypnotized. Mesmerized. Enraptured. The various words to describe the spell her eyes had cast upon him flashed through is mind, but the result was the same: he couldn't move.
The trance was broke when he watched as her left eye closed slowly in what was the sexiest wink he'd ever seen. The gypsy sat back on her legs along side his wife, and trailed her right hand along Kylie's nude form.
"I brought something new this time," the jeweled eyed stranger said. Scott was entranced again at the smooth and melodious voice that flowed from her perfect lips. He was sure that comment had been said slightly louder than required for his benefit. This time? These two words cycled through his head in a loop as he tried to comprehend them. "How many times have there been?" he wondered.
Kylie propped herself up on her right side, drawing her legs up in a half fetal position. "Something new huh? Don't keep me waiting!" she said, her voice full of unbridled lust.
He stared as the blonde vixen slipped lithely from the bed and moved beyond his view. His eyes now locked on his wife's firm body as she turned over to watch her lover. He could hear the stranger unzipping a bag of some sort; Scott's heart quickened in anticipation when Kylie's eyes grew wide at what she saw.
"Oh my God Dallia, what the hell do you expect me to do with that?" Kylie cried out as she sat up, her eyes wide in a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
Scott was going nuts. His need to see what Dallia was holding was so great he had to fight the urge to rush through the door and see for himself. Overriding the urge he was rewarded a moment later when Dallia returned to the bed, carrying a double headed purple dildo that looked to be around twenty four inches long and about two inches in diameter.
"Oh sweetie, these are so much fun," Dallia assured Kylie as she crawled across the bed to her lover, "we get to use this at the same time."
