"Tomorrow is trash day!" my wife called down to me in the kitchen. "You need to get the trash out to the street."
"No, problem, I'm on it." I returned to her request. I started picking up the trash room by room, in the large trash bag. When picked up the kitchen trash and dumped it into the collection bag, I got the surprise of my life. A used condom from the middle of the kitchen trash can fell onto the floor. I picked it up, looked at it and started to call to my wife. Before a word came out of my mouth I stopped. There was no reason for there to be a condom, no less and used condom, in our house. I had a vasectomy many years earlier and our only child, a daughter, was only 12 years old. Was my daughter sexually active? Not at 12 and not having a real boy friend.
That only left my wife! I was really pissed off as I turned to take the condom and confront my wife. I pictured a man's cock inside the condom, inside my wife's vagina, as he pumped his semen into the end. I was ready to through the condom at my wife and find out who and when. But as I held it in my hand, my cock started to become rigid. The idea that the outside was coated with my wife's vaginal fluids and the inside was coated with her lover's cum was arousing both at the same time. I wanted to see her and her lover's protected cock as they climaxed. With that picture burned in my head I pulled my cock out, pull the used condom on it and jerk off, adding my cum into the condom. I needed to find a way to catch my wife getting fucked by her lover.
To prove to myself that it really was my wife and not my daughter, I searched my wife's dresser draws the next day before she got home. There in the back of her lingerie draw was a box of condoms, with only 4 of the original 12 remaining. I thought back through the last week's schedule, trying to determine when my wife would have been able to meet her lover. The only time I could come up with was Wednesday, since she has off Sunday and Wednesday, I work all week and our daughter is in school. Wednesday was the only choice.
My wife and I have been married for 14 years and are both 36 years old. She is 5' 6", 120 lbs., with a girlish figure of 34A-21-35. She has a flat stomach, dark red silver dollar areola and nipples that are always ridged. Her nipples press through her cloth and are visible all of the time, attracting attention from males' young and old, even thou her tits are not big. She loves to have her nipples sucked gently, because they are so sensitive.
I decide to stake out the house that next Wednesday to catch my wife. I ask her if she had any plans and she responded she didn't. So next Wednesday was going to be the day. I went to work as normal and waited for an hour after the time our daughter left for school. Then the hard part of the task started. I drove back to my neighborhood and stopped down the street from my house. I waited and then drove past the house hoping to see something and yet not be seen. After 2 hours of waiting my plan paid off. I saw my wife greet a person at the front door of my house and let him in. Hopefully this was her lover and I could catch them.
I waited 10 minutes and then walked down the street to my house. I went around to the back of the house looking in all the windows as I passed. There were no signs of anyone in the house, so I decided they must be on the second floor, in the bedroom. I let myself in the back door quietly removing my shoes. I stopped and listened, only hearing faint talk and laugher from up stairs. I moved to the bottom of the stairs to hear better and waited for the right time to go up.
My wait wasn't long. I heard the first of several passionate sighs from my wife and knew that she was being sexually aroused. Now was the time to move up stairs for a better view. I slowly moved up the steps until I was just outside of our bedroom. The sexual were louder and stronger, mixed with the unmistakable grout of a man receiving pleasure. I wanted to jump up and yell, but I also wanted to watch my wife perform. My anger and jealousy were overcome by my hard-on that was now straining at my pants; pure animal sex was winning out. I peeked around the open door of the bedroom with the same feeling as a little kid looking down the steps at Christmas. The shock was almost more then I could bear, when the full seen in the room came into view.