I had my suspicions for quite some time now, that began after she joined a gym across town. Jenna never had any issues staying in shape as far back as I could remember. She was only about 5'2" tall and had been a top gymnast when she was in high school. She had qualified to go to the Olympic trials, but a torn ACL ended her dreams of that. Through it all she always kept herself in exceptionally good shape, so her wanting to join a gym, was never a reason for suspicion, until now.
The late nights spending time with "friends", the odd phone calls, her deleted messages, something she had never done before. My wife, Jenna and I had always been so open and transparent with each other, but it all changed over the last month. Her secretiveness and lack of intimacy towards me quickly raised a red flag that something was not right, since her and I always had such a seemingly great sex life during our 25 years of marriage. I honestly thought that neither of us would ever stray outside of our marital vows.
Jenna got a phone call one evening after supper, and right away I knew something was off just by the expression on her face when the phone rang. She quickly excused herself to the bathroom, only to come out a short time later to say that Sara, one of her friends from the gym, was going through a rough time from a divorce and needed her to come over. I questioned her about it, but she waved me off like it was no big deal and that she would be back in a couple of hours.
Shortly after she got in her car and pulled away, I knew I had to follow her, to see if my suspicions were true. Fortunately for me, the traffic that night was noticeably light in town, and I was able to keep track of her taillights as she drove. Jenna pulled up in front of a small house, that I did not recognize as belonging to any of her friends and parked her car. I quickly shut off my lights and parked about a block away, just far enough that she would not see me.
She soon got out of the car, hesitated, and looked around, then headed quickly to the side of the house and disappeared inside. I waited for a few minutes then got out of my truck and approached the house. The neighborhood where this house was, did not have a lot of streetlights, so I was able to keep in the shadows fairly good. The lights were on in the house and I crept alongside of it, to look into the windows.
What I saw made my heart sink and only confirmed my suspicions. There was my Jenna, in the arms of some young muscular man, looking to be in his mid 20's, and kissing him very passionately. I could only guess he must be someone that works out at the same gym that she belongs, too. Watching her like that, you would have thought I would be angry, but all I could do was feel like my heart and soul had been ripped away.
In no time at all, their clothes began to come off as they made out feverishly. Why I could not stop watching, I do not know? I guess I thought that somehow this was my fault and maybe this was some type of punishment for all the times I had to leave her behind while on tours of duty in the Marine Corps. After the two of them were completely naked, he picked her up like she was a bag of feathers and carried her to a bedroom, closing the door with his foot behind him.
I quickly moved around to that side of the house and looked in the window. There was only about an inch of viewing through a partially closed blind, but it was enough to see that she was now sitting on the bed and sucking his fat cock. She always commented on how big I was, but this man made my cock look average at best, as I watched her mouth struggle just to get the head of his thick tool inside.
I swear that cock of his was as big a round as my forearm. I could not take my eyes off them as he ran his fingers through her brown hair while she struggled to get more of his meat inside her hungry mouth. My cock started to get hard in my pants about then, and one side of my brain was screaming, "What is wrong with you? That is your wife sucking some other guy's cock!" The other side of my brain was getting turned on and I wanted to see more.
Jenna only managed to get a little beyond his cock head before her gag reflex kicked in, but you could tell she was turned on as she valiantly fought for more. I saw one of her hands going down to her pussy and she began to finger herself like mad as she gagged on his huge dick. He began to fuck her face and as he did, I could hear strange sounds coming from her throat, through the window glass, as if he were drilling her gullet.
When he seemed to want more from her, he lifted her off his monster prick and laid her back on the bed, only to get in between her now spread legs. This man was going to split her pussy in half with that thing, since she felt tight when I fucked her with my 7-inch cock. I now had a perfect view of her pussy as she spread all the way open. It was clean shaven now, with no trace of hair anywhere. No wonder she did not let me come in the shower with her recently. She knew how much I loved her little tuft of pubic hair, but now it was gone.
This man put his knees firmly into the mattress, grabbed his prick and rubbed it up and down her bare pussy slit. With no hair to hide her opening, I could clearly see just how wet she was as her juices coated his cock head with each pass along her thick swollen labia. Then when he seemed to have lubricated himself up enough, he pushed his fat prick inside her. Jenna cried out in pleasure as his flesh invaded her hot willing opening.
I could see her pussy lips stretching tightly around him as he pushed deeper and when he went as far as he could go, no doubt colliding against her cervix, my Jenna screamed. It scared me at first, because I thought he was killing her but when I saw her recover and smile at him, I knew it was pleasure. She was enjoying being fucked by that huge prick and my heart was shredding as I felt tears begin to well up.
This man paused for a few minutes as they passionately kiss again before he started to fuck in and out of her, piledriving her pussy mercilessly, while Jenna moaned and groaned in perfect time with each powerful thrust into her. I could see her juices coating his meat, as it glistened in the light of the room. She was hot for him and there was no denying it as her pussy wrapped tightly around his pounding cock, and her cries of pleasure filled the room.
It did not take long before Jenna began to shake, the precursor to her orgasm, something I was all too familiar with. Then the first wave hit her, and she began to convulse violently under him. Her head went flying back and she nearly threw this massive man right off her petite little body. He had a grin on his face as she came, still pounding his cock into her and by now, he had her stretched enough that nearly all his flesh was inside her. Her pussy would never be the same, at least for me.
He was not far behind Jenna, as she was still thrashing under him, when his body froze and he turned a few shades of red, veins popping out in his arms and face until he let out a roar, slammed himself all the way into her tortured quim, and released his own powerful intense orgasm, deep in her womb.
I was frozen to my spot, as I watched dumbfounded, not caring if I lived or died anymore at that moment. Another man had not only fucked my wife but had also filled her with his cum and she loved every second of his massive cock inside her cheating cunt. I could see them both breathing heavily as they held on to each other, still in the throes of post orgasmic bliss. When they began kissing again, it was then that I finally was able to gather the last of my humanity and move away from the window.
I slowly walked to my truck, got in and drove home. I must have been on auto pilot because everything was now a blur. I parked in the driveway, shut the engine off and buried my head into the steering wheel. The tears came hard, along with the sobs of pain and anguish of what I had just witnessed. My body was numb, and I could not move for several minutes while I sat there in the dark. I gathered myself together and headed into the house, not quite sure what I was going to do.
I poured myself a glass of Jameson and sat down in the living room to think about everything, all the years Jenna and I had been together, with little or no issues whatsoever, at least that is what I thought. Where did I go wrong? Then the images of her sucking his cock and him fucking her like he did played out over and over in my head as I sat there, downing my glass of whiskey. The most confusing thing to me was, why was my prick hard?
As the whiskey began to soak into my system, those images began to really turn me on and start to mask the pain and ache of betrayal that had been feeling. I opened my button and unzipped my jeans to pull out my now very erect cock. I imagined being back at that window seeing her pussy getting fucked again by another man's prick, as I started to jerk off and in just a few minutes of stroking, I shot a wad of cum so hard, that it nearly hit me in the face.
I sat there for a few minutes before getting up to clean myself off and put my now soft prick back in my pants. I was numb again, in disbelief that I had just jerked off to the thoughts of my sweet little Jenna getting railed by another man. That sweet little pussy of hers being stretched to the breaking point by a huge cock. I changed my shirt, filled another glass of whiskey, and headed out to the garage to look busy when she came home.
It was about 30 minutes later that her car pulled into the driveway. She got out of the car and I called out to her through the open garage door, "So, is everything okay with Sara?" Jenna did not come into the garage like she would normally do when I was out there, instead she looked around a little, unable to make direct eye contact with me and said, "Er uh yeah, she's doing okay, but I may have to go sit with her again, she's having a rough time. I'm going to head into bed now, I'm really tired, Pete, goodnight." Jenna turned and disappeared into the house.
