The car looked familiar as I walked to the drive at the side of our house. Mine was parked further back as if to make room. I was intrigued.
"I had been away for a few days on a business trip to Belgium and I had got a flier to return early after completion of the job. My mobile was not getting a service so I could not do an ET. I was in a hurry to get home to my lovely wife so I took a taxi from the station and was walking the last few yards."
That car rang a bell but no I could not place it. I went to the door and inserted the key and turned it but the door did not open. "Damn she must have left the bolt on." I circled the house and noticed that the curtains were closed. I glanced into the living room but no one was there. No I was alarmed. I got to the kitchen door, that too was locked. Fortunately I had my key with me this time as I usually did not carry such a heavy key.
I opened the door and entered quietly as I was apprehensive about what I would find. My mind raced and fear made the adrenaline rise. With heart racing ever faster I looked around in each room as I came to it. I went to the front door and indeed the bold was on. I moved down the hallway and heard muffled voices from the bedroom. I opened the door. I can't remember how but it seemed to be in slow motion.
I could see my wife lying back on the bed with her eyes closed. She had a head seeming to be attached to her left breast and a body was face deep in her pussy. Her body was jumping up and down and she moaned.
The body between her legs came up to kneeling position and I saw that is was our friend Helen. She had always shown an interest in my wife, Emma. "It is her car in the drive" I thought. A little weird to think of a car at this time. She looked around, I must have mad a sound.
"Oh Fuck" she said. My wife opened her eyes and was looking straight at me with a horrified look in her eyes. She was frantically trying to dislodge the head from her breast as I advanced into the room. I could now see that it was Helen's friend Paula. She had short dark hair and was very pretty. Helen was backing away to the corner of the room trying to cover her large breasts with two slim arms without too much success and I could now see that she was not a natural blond but not far from it. She had a nice, smallish beaver.
"Oh Fuck" said Paula. Original I thought. Where had I heard that before. My wife was perfectly still. I looked down at her. "I don't have to ask what is going on" I said. Hardly able to get the words out from a constricted chest. I looked at my hands. They were shaking from the rush I had just had.
Paula said "Don't hit Emma...it's our fault. We made her do it" Helen had her back to me trying to hide her body which was flushed right to her thighs. She mumbled something.