It was a little before midnight when I rolled over and noticed that Michael had not yet come to bed. His college football passion often had him up late into the night on fall Saturdays. By the time he watched the end of the last game and the sports news that followed, it was not uncommon for him to finally come to bed in the wee hours of the morning.
I laid awake for a few minutes, then decided to get up and go to the kitchen for a glass of water. I grabbed my robe and curled it over my naked body as I wobbled down the hallway. As I approached the kitchen, I glanced toward the family room, fully expecting to see Michael on the couch watching the TV, if not asleep. The TV was on, but Michael was not on the couch. I continued to the kitchen, figuring he was probably in the bathroom.
As I walked barefoot across the kitchen floor, my robe hung from my shoulders like a cape, split wide open in front. Modesty was not a concern at this time of the night, in the dark, in the privacy of my own home, on what I figured to be a brief trip for a drink of water.
Just before I reached to open the cupboard door, I heard a familiar, faint creak that Michael's desk chair sometimes made when he rocked back in it. Although sleepy-eyed and fuzzy-headed, I still had enough clarity of thought to wonder why he was at his desk at such a late hour. I pivoted softly and stepped toward the family room. The TV was on the sports channel, flickering light throughout the room. Some of the light splashed on me, reminding me that my robe was hanging wide open in front. Instinctively, I pulled it closed over my breasts as I moved towards Michael's office which was off to the side of the family room.
Before I could see through the open archway to his office, I heard another familiar sound; the tapping of fingers on a computer keyboard. I felt a tinge of curiosity, perhaps even a hint of suspicion, wondering what he was typing. I slipped into stealth mode, slinking to the threshold of his office. I peaked in to see him sitting in his chair with his back to me. The computer was in front of him, the glow of the monitor outlining his head and shoulders. I tip-toed closer.
As my eyes adjusted and I moved to within just a few feet behind him, I noticed that he was not wearing a short. That was odd. He typed, then leaned back in his chair, that telltale creak chirping again. With him leaning back, I could see over his shoulder to the computer monitor. It was a moment in time I will not soon forget.
On one side of the screen was a window with nothing but text in it. I immediately recognized it as a messenger chat window. On the other side of the screen was a pornographic picture that stunned me. It was not just porn, it was filthy porn. It showed some woman sitting on a cock while sucking a cock while not one but two other men stood naked on either side of her with their cocks near her face. I could not believe my eyes!
I stood frozen, both in posture and in thought. Should I quietly back out of the room? Should I tap him on the shoulder and confront him?
Before I could read my inner compass, Michael leaned forward again, blocking some of my view. Again, I heard that finger-tapping sound on the keyboard. I carefully snuck a step closer, allowing me to peak over his shoulder. I watched as the words formed on the screen...
Oh yeah... would love to see her just like that
I wondered who "her" was. Before I could process anything else, his chat partner who went by the name of "PussyLover" replied...
nothing hotter than seeing the wife getting her holes filled, eh buddy?
OMG! Did he just say "wife"?! Michael's fingers tapped back...
mmmm... her bare pussy filled with the neighbor's cock,,, her mouth with his son's cock... her big blue eyes admiring the other two strangers waiting their turns
I could not believe I was reading something so naughty that Michael could think, let alone share with somebody else! "Pussylover" shot back...
I bet she is a hottie
Michael tapped back...
Sweet MILF for sure! About 5-5... 140ish... red hair... blue eyes... 36c tits with huge, pink nipples
I shivered as I read his description of me, sharing it with this cyber stranger. "Pussylover" then replied...
ohhh fuck! she sounds hot! if you ever want to share her, I am all in!
Michael quickly shot back...
mmmm, you have no idea how many times I have dreamed about it... watching her creamy white body squeezed between me as I fuck her pussy and another cock nailing her from behind
