Caught or Was She?

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PREFACE

As a

WARNING

, this story is my entry for the

April Fools 2025

Contest. It has parts that could fit into Literotica Categories of; Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Interracial Love, Loving Wives, and even Toys & Masturbation.

Simply put, if any of these categories are not to your liking, go read something you like.

Everyone depicted in acts of sex are over the age of 18. Any resemblance or reference to real names or places is purely coincidental.

I'm sorry to have to add this statement, but...

This is a copyrighted work, and not to be copied, altered, edited, or published in writing or other media, without the author's express written permission. ©️Copyright 2025

Enjoy!

As if I wasn't busy enough, my phone didn't stop ringing all morning. For a Tuesday, it was as if Monday had never happened. I hardly had any calls yesterday, yet, everybody with a D.F.Q. (Dumb Fucking Question) must have saved them for today. Who do I see for this? What do I do about this? When did this happen? Where does this go? How can I do this? Why do we do this?

I finally hit a lull, for about 30 minutes, which gave me just enough time to get a refill on my coffee. Today was one of those days where there is no such thing as too much caffeine. Just as I was sitting down at my desk again, the phone rang. I answered it. On the other end was a neighbor of ours.

"Hello Mike, this is Debbie from next door."

It was unusual for Debbie, actually for any of our neighbors to call me at work. I was a little anxious as I replied, "Hi, Debbie. Is something wrong?"

"I don't know if I would say something wrong, but... and I know it really isn't any of my business, but I thought you should know. I feel terrible calling you, I feel like such a sneak. I mean, Cindy and I are friends."

"Why, Debbie? What's wrong?"

"A little while ago, I went out to get the mail. When I got back to the house, I saw a car pull up in front of your house. A man got out and the car drove off. The man walked up to your house and Cindy let him in."

"Cindy? Cindy should be at work." I was getting more anxious by the second.

"It was definitely Cindy. The guy even knew her by name. Cindy laughed when she saw him at the door and said his name. It sounded like she was expecting him. Come to think of it, I think I've seen him before."

"I wonder who it is."

"Are you having any work done? Maybe he's a repairman? Maybe she's getting an estimate on something?"

I had to think. If it was a repairman, he'd have a truck or something, not get dropped off. "I don't think so. If she needed something fixed, she'd have let me know."

"He was nicely dressed. Not a suit and tie, but neat, clean. Not like a repair man."

"What's he look like?" I was wondering if it was a salesman of some kind. Maybe a friend of ours dropping something off or picking something up. Friends of mine are always stopping by to borrow things. But I don't know why Cindy stayed home from work.

"He looks like he's around 30 or 35. Six foot maybe six foot two. Oh, yeah, he's black."

"Black?" I don't have any friends that are black, at least none that would stop by while I wasn't there.

Debbie paused for a few seconds and then said, "He's a nice-looking guy. He seems friendly. Like I said, it seems like she knows him."

"Okay, Debbie. Thanks. I'll give her a call and see what's going on."

"Don't let her know I squealed on her, okay. It might be very innocent."

"I'm sure it is. Thanks again."

Debbie and her husband Tony are not just neighbors, but good friends, especially Debbie and Cindy. They go shopping often. Tony has a very good, high-paying job with a bank, so Debbie has been able to stay home and raise their two children. Both of them are in high school. As close as Debbie and Cindy are, I understand why she'd be concerned if Cindy thought she informed on her.

I called Cindy's office. It rang a few times and went to her voicemail. I hung up without leaving a message. If she'd been on the phone, it would have gone right over to the voicemail. Now I wasn't only anxious, I was suspicious. This morning, when I left for my office, she was just about behind me going out the door.

I called Cindy's cell phone. It rang a couple of times and then Cindy answered. "Hi, sweetheart." She sounded like she was out of breath.

"Where are you?" I inquired.

"Ahhh. Umm." She took a deep breath. "I'm home. Why?"

I could hear her breathing. "I didn't know you were staying home today. I thought you..."

"I just didn't feel like going in. When I got out to the car, I said, screw it. Everybody else takes off whenever they want. I needed a sanity day."

Okay, I've had those days. I guess Cindy is entitled. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried to. But your phone was constantly busy. I know you hate me calling you on your cell phone when you're busy."

That seemed to fit. Like I said, my phone didn't stop all morning. "What are you going to do?"

There was a long pause. "Nothing, really. I was just relaxing, reading my book."

I could have sworn she whispered something to somebody. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"Did you just say something? I couldn't hear you."

Cindy hesitated and then said, "I didn't say anything."

I snickered, more to myself than out loud. "Are you by yourself?"

"Uhh! Umm!" Along with some stuttering, Cindy replied, "Well, of course. Who would you think would be here?" I could tell she was trying to muffle a giggle.

"I don't know. I thought I heard somebody in the background. It must have been the TV." Remembering she said she was reading a book, she normally wouldn't have the TV on at the same time.

"I have some music on. Maybe that's what you hear."

Once again, she said something that made sense. She does listen to music when she reads. "Okay. I'll let you get back to it. I have work to do. As long as everything is okay."

I heard Cindy whisper, "Stop it." It was followed by a slap sound. It sounded like she was holding her hand or something over the phone to dampen sounds. "Okay, sweetheart. I'll talk to you later. Don't work too hard."

She ended the call before I even had a chance to say goodbye.

Was my imagination playing games on me? It sure sounded like she was whispering to somebody. And the slap sound was not a book closing. I decided to check it out in person.

It was just about lunch time, so I told my boss I was going to lunch a little early. He didn't have a problem with that.

While driving home, I did some thinking, trying to figure out who this man was and why Cindy stayed home from work to meet him. I was trying to ignore the obvious because I thought I knew Cindy better.

Cindy and I aren't exactly kids. We've been married for almost 30 years. Although being in her fifties,

early fifties

, she doesn't look it. Even without makeup, she usually passes for mid-thirties. I think she still feels like she's in her twenties. Even though I'm still in pretty good shape for my age, I get a little tired of people asking if she's my daughter. Not realizing we're just about the same age, some of those people think I'm a cradle robber.

Even though I love showing her off, I wouldn't exactly call her a 'trophy wife'. I didn't marry her for her looks and she didn't marry me for my money. We've known each other since high school, different high schools, but we didn't start dating until the end of college, different universities. It was a stroke of luck, at least for me, that we met through a mutual friend. It just took us a while to get together under the right circumstances. As for my money, she has been there the entire time WE made our small but comfortable fortune.

We never had children, as such, we have always done what we wanted, selfish as that may sound. In our 'younger days',

I hate that cliché

, we were party animals. We went out most Fridays and Saturdays, dancing and drinking, having a good time. But we've mellowed out over the last decade or so.

She still likes to flirt and I enjoy watching her. I like it when we go to a bar and she shows her legs and I watch the other guys around gawking at her. When we have gone on trips, we've done some role playing where she sits at a bar in a hotel and sees what kind of guys she can pick up. Of course, I usually show up and I'm the lucky guy she goes to a room with.

I know she has had a tryst or two over the years. I may not like it, but when a woman looks and acts the way she does, even at her age, what can a husband expect. Naturally, I'm not supposed to know about these affairs, and I never let on that I am aware of their existence. Supposedly, it makes it all that more exciting for the wife, the risk of getting caught by the jealous husband.

I guess I should feel lucky that she still pleases me and on those few occasions of indiscretion, she still loves me.

One fantasy I have had for a long time is catching her with another man. I've thought about what I would do if I knew about her rendezvous and would find a way of sneaking in on them to watch. Maybe this was that chance. Even though I had a feeling Debbie was wrong, I still had reservations that Cindy was screwing around on me, I was kind of hoping she was.

I pulled into our neighborhood and parked a few houses down from ours. I quietly and, as stealthy as a cat, snuck up on the house.

Our house is a solid brick and block, single level rancher with an attached two-car garage. There is a deck and patio on the rear with two sets of sliding glass doors that lead into the kitchen and the family room.

I was hoping Cindy had left the garage door up so I could use the door from the garage into the kitchen. Unfortunately, being the safety conscious person she is, when home by herself,

ha ha

, she had the garage door down.

Sneaking around to the rear, I peeked in through the sliding door to the kitchen. I didn't see anything. I tried to slide the door, but it was locked. I made my way to the family room doors and peered around the doorframe. Nothing there either. My luck was holding, that door was locked also.

I slid across the rear of the house to the main bathroom window. The blinds were down and closed, but I could tell the lights weren't on. The next window was to the master bathroom. That window is glass block, and although difficult to see through, is easy to tell if the lights are on inside. They weren't.

I proceeded to the next window which is the first window of the master bedroom, our bedroom. The blinds were down and the curtains closed. I could hear some talking and giggling. I tried to peek through the opening of the blinds or curtains. There wasn't one.

Just about placing my ear against the window, I could barely make out Cindy's voice.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! It's so big! My god, your cock is so big!"

Who the hell was she talking to? I had to see. I went to the next window which is on the side of the house. The blinds and curtains were closed on that one also. I knew my hatred of light seeping through the curtains when I was trying to sleep would come back to haunt me some day.

I listened against the window. Cindy was breathing heavy and loud. This window was closer to the bed.

"I love your big black cock! Your big black cock is so beautiful! I want it! I WANT IT! GIVE ME THAT BLACK COCK!"

A little quicker now, I went to the next window, which is on the other side of the bed. As with the others, the curtains and blinds were closed and tight. But I could hear Cindy.

"I want that cock! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUUUCK MEEE!!!"

Forgetting about covertness, I just about ran to the front window of the bedroom. The blinds and curtains were just as impenetrable as the others. I listened to Cindy's squeals of passion.

"Oh god! OOOOHHHH F... F... FFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!"

"Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH... THAT BIG... BLACK... COCK!"

"I'm cumming! Don't stop! I'm cumming! CUM INSIDE ME! CUM IN ME! MAKE ME YOUR BLACK COCK SLUT!"

It was driving me crazy, hearing my wife getting fucked and not being able to see. I ran to the front door. I pulled my house key out and went to unlock the door and found it already unlocked.

I pushed the door open, and wouldn't you know it, Cindy had the alarm set. It went off with a loud beeping inside the house first. Luckily, it gives you about 20 seconds to disarm it before setting off the outside alarm and calling the cops.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S MY HUSBAND! IT'S MY HUSBAND! HURRY UP! HIDE!"

There was a lot of shuffling around coming from the bedroom as I got to the alarm panel and disarmed the system. I ran up the hallway to the master bedroom. Cindy tried to get to the master bathroom, but I saw her. She froze between the bed and the door to the bathroom.

Cindy looked like a whore, not that I'm opposed to her dressing like a whore when it is for my benefit, but she was in, or partially in, a black lace bra, black lace garter, with black stockings, and black high heels. Her hair, even though being tousled, had been fixed up, much different than it looked this morning when I left for work. She also had on makeup; dark eye shadow, mascara, some blush. Of course she was wearing 'cock-sucker red' lipstick. She looked slutty. Hot, but slutty.

"What the fuck is going on?!?" I asked angrily as I stepped toward her.

Nervously, anxiously, Cindy replied, "Oh my god! Mike! Please, let me explain!" Guilt was written all over her face.

"This will take some explaining." As I got closer to her, I noticed cum dripping from her pussy and it was smeared across her chin and cheeks. There was some dripping from her lips. "Where is he?" I demanded as I started for the closet, figuring it was the closest place to hide.

"Mike, let me explain!" Cindy exclaimed with a sense of urgency.

That was when I noticed the back window was open. The blinds were up, the curtain pulled open, and the window open.

"So, the chicken shit took off out the window, huh? He's bold, brave, and arrogant enough to fuck my wife while I'm at work, but as soon as I show up, he's out the window. Who the fuck is he anyway?"

That was when I noticed Cindy was having a hard time holding back her laughter. "Go look out the window."

"What?!?"

Cindy repeated, "Go look out the window." She pointed to the open window with a silly grin on her face.

As I got to the window, Cindy followed me. When I got close enough to actually see out into the yard, Debbie jumped in front of it outside. Cindy grabbed me by the shoulder.

They both yelled, "APRIL FOOLS!!!" Both of them busted out in hysterics.

At first, I was pissed off, as with all really well played April Fools jokes. I was speechless, which is very unusual for me.

Cindy gave me a hug and a hard long kiss. I was annoyed as I pushed her away. "Wait a minute. What's that..." I pointed at the sticky white slime smeared and dripping from her. "stuff?"

"Cum." Cindy said, very matter of factly with a big smile.

"Cum? Whose cum?"

Chuckling, Cindy walked over to the bed and held up her large realistic black dildo. She leaned over and picked up a bottle of... CUM. "It looks like cum, feels like cum, and even tastes like cum. But it's lube."

I snickered. "You sound like an ad."

Debbie was still at the window, laughing at everything going on. I looked over at her and said, "So, the two of you had this all planned."

Debbie shook her head up and down. Cindy was laughing. "Did we do good?" she asked.

"You got me, you got me good." I sneered as I added, "You know what they say about pay back!?!"

Debbie said, "I'll talk to the two of you later. This was fun."

Cindy said, "Thanks, Debbie!" She giggled and the asked me, "So, did you really think I was getting fucked?"

"Yes, I did. When I heard you from outside... That was mean. By the way, how did you know I was outside?"

"Debbie was watching for you. She texted me to let me know. Did you like it? You always said you wanted to see me with another man."

"Yeah, but I couldn't see you. That's what was driving me nuts. I could hear you, I knew what you were doing, or what you wanted me to think you were doing, but I couldn't see you."

"Did you get excited?"

"Oh, yeah! I was so hard. I mean, my dick got so hard listening to you..."

"Imagine if I was really doing it and you could see me with a black guy." Cindy held up the black dildo, shaking it at me.

"Yeah! Maybe we have to work on that."

"Why don't you call your boss and tell him you aren't coming back in today. Don't forget to say, April Fools!"

The End... Maybe!