Mike opened the door of his house. Work had been a bit slow that afternoon, so he was home earlier than he would normally be expected. The lights were off in the downstairs rooms and pulled off his coat and wandered lazily up the stairs.
As he climbed the stairs, a rhythmic creaking and the occasional muffled cry intruded on his consciousness.
The door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar. He peeked through the crack and saw a youngish man hammering his cock fiercely into a woman who knelt on all fours in front of him with her face buried in the pillow, muffling her cries. As he watched, the man let out a huge groan as he came into the pussy he was pounding. At the same time the woman lifted her head.
It was his wife, Lisa, her face contorted in passion and lust. Until he had seen her face, his mind had not really considered who the woman being fucked on the bed could be, but now it all came crashing in on him.
Mike's mood quickly coalesced into anger. He charged into the bedroom as the young man was withdrawing from his wife. The looks of the lovers were as shocked as Mike's had been a few moments earlier.
The man seemed to recover quite quickly and scampered out of the bedroom, scooping up a pile of clothes from the floor and rushing down the stairs. Only a few seconds later the door slammed. Mike couldn't bring himself to wonder whether he had rushed out into the cold evening naked or not.
He looked at Lisa. Her expression was one of apprehension. She began to speak, "Mike. I'm sorr.."
"Don't tell me you're sorry!" snapped Mike. "How could you? Here. In our bed."
His anger had boiled into fury and all his frustrations came flooding out.
"Here, in our bed, where I can barely get you to put it into your mouth. Now I know why. You've probably fucked half of the town here. You're a fucking whore, Lisa!"
"This was the only time. Really." Lisa whimpered.
"You slut! Look at you there, with his cum running down your legs. What's his fucking name anyway?"
"I-its Dave. I'm so sorry, Mike." she pleaded, "Please don't leave me, I'll do anything..."
Mike looked up and down his wife. Her long auburn hair was mussed and her pretty face had lipstick and mascara smudged over it. Her breasts heaved as she sobbed. Mike had always loved them. They weren't huge, but they were full and round. Her tummy and bottom were perhaps a little rounder than they had been when they had married ten years earlier, but they combined to give Lisa's body a full, ripe look that he found irresistible.
His gaze centered on the sticky mess that was her pussy. Dave's seed was oozing from between her glistening lips. The sight sent him over the edge.
"Come here!" he commanded.
Lisa came to the edge of the bed on her knees, as Mike undid his pants. His cock was already half erect as he gripped the long hair on the back of Lisa's head and thrust it into her mouth in one motion. As he pulled back and thrust roughly forward again, it had become fully hard and the end slipped into her throat. Lisa gagged as she choked on the hard meat. She tried to pull away, but Mike held her hair firmly.
