About twenty years ago I met this gorgeous blonde woman named Ivy, back then she was prim and proper and wouldn't say boo to a goose. She was five foot eight inches in height, with shoulder length blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was also very fit looking and had sexy long legs to go with her tight ass; as I later found out, she also had thirty-eight inch tits with very suckable large nipples on the end of them. We were both aged 21 and over the next twenty years we had our family of two girls and a boy who grew up and fled the nest to have their own families. Not long after Ivy had our first child, I had a slight feeling that she had cheated on me. There wasn't one particular moment of one particular man...it was just a deep-seated feeling that I had that she had cheated on me at least once.
Moving on another twenty years, we were now in our forties and as I have already said, our kids have all fled the nest and made families of their own whom we get to see at least once or twice a week when time permits. Ivy had only ever done part time jobs as I had a good job that paid well and was able to support her and our kids as they grew up. Ivy still had a good circle of friends from school and had made more friends on route with other mums from school. I still had just a few mates from school and my circles of friends at work were a mere handful. Ivy was regularly invited to parties, but I rarely went with her, again due to the pressures of work. It was on one such occasion when I was at work that the fire alarm went off and the building was evacuated.
As the fire brigade had shut all the power off, our computer system was now down and we all got sent home late in the afternoon on full pay from work. Once home I had a stiff scotch and sat down in front of the television. Ivy had once told me that there was never anything good on the television during the day and now I could see that she was right about that: it was all a load of trash. It was almost dinner time so I made myself something to eat then decided to go and see if I could find my wife Ivy at the party. The first problem now, being that I didn't even know whose party it was let alone where it was. Luckily though, I had placed a couple of apps on both our phones so if one was misplaced the other phone could find it. I guessed that Ivy wouldn't mind me tracking her to see where she was and might even be pleased to see me. It took the app a few minutes to locate Ivy's phone which was a few blocks away and well within walking distance, so off I set after having a shower and getting out of my work clothes.
Finally arriving at the house, the party seemed to be in full swing. I rang the doorbell and some woman opened the door and let me in without asking who I was or why I was there. There was a group of mainly women dancing to some seventies and eighties music so I made my away around the house looking for my wife. The app placed me exactly where Ivy's phone should have been. But neither Ivy nor her phone was there. I guess that she had to be either on the first floor or in a basement and guess most likely she would be upstairs. It was now that I noticed several couples kissing and petting each other but nothing more than that.
Finding the stairs, I ascended them thinking she had to be in a bathroom. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the bathroom was empty. The other options were far less innocent options. It was at that point that I dropped the app on my phone and just called Ivy's phone. I could hear her ringtone coming from one of the three bedrooms in front of me. Although I had this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I also found that my cock was beginning to stir in my pants. Ivy answered her phone a few seconds later and I asked here where she was.
"I'm at Vince and Victoria's house at a party," Ivy replied, sounding as if she was out of breath.
"Ok, I'll be there shortly," I then told her, then rung off.
It was just a few seconds later when Ivy came almost running of the middle bedroom still buttoning up her blouse buttons. On seeing me right in front of her she stopped dead in her tracks and stammered for a few seconds before saying that she had some wine spilt on her blouse and had been cleaning if off. We both went downstairs to the main party and Ivy went off to get us both drinks. I stood there watching the bedroom door waiting to see who came out of it. A few minutes later another woman came out of the bedroom. I could have kicked myself for thinking that Ivy had been cheating on me with some another man, obviously this woman had been helping Ivy get cleaned up.
Ivy returned with our drinks and began to introduce me to some of her friends. She then told me that she fancied dancing but I'm not one for dancing so I just stood there as she went into the other room and joined the others who were already dancing. While I stood there, I watched a pretty looking woman walk up the stairs and go into the same bedroom that Ivy had come out of. Ivy returned, then went off for further drinks. As it wasn't far from home and I didn't have to drive, I welcomed another drink. It must have been about twenty minutes later that the pretty woman came back out of the bedroom and she looked like she had just run a marathon and from her ruffled hair looked like she had been pulled through a hedge backwards and was sweating heavily. If I didn't know any better, I would guess she had just been giving a good fucking.
Again, my cock began to rise inside my pants at the thought of it. I watched as a further woman went upstairs and entered the same bedroom just before Ivy returned with a few more drinks in her hands. She then did something that she rarely does in public; she showed a sign of affection to me as she kissed me quite passionately right there and then. It was then that some woman that I didn't know told Ivy to put me down as she would make Simon jealous. I then watched Ivy put a finger to her own lips as if to tell the woman to shut the fuck up. At the same moment I now wondered who the hell Simon was and why he should be jealous. Ivy grabbed the woman and frogmarched her off to where the people were dancing. It was almost twenty minutes later before the second woman exited the bedroom.
Either there was a gym or at least a treadmill in that bedroom or the second woman had been fucked too, as she was in a very similar state as the first lady was when she came out of the bedroom. A few minutes later a third woman ascended the stairs and went into the bathroom next to the bedroom. The bathroom was a Jack and Jill bathroom; it had access from the landing as well as from the master bedroom. I slipped into the bathroom door, locking it behind me and listened at the bedroom door to what was going on in the other side of it. My suspicions were now confirmed, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking on the other side of the door.
The woman was groaning as their bodies slapped together, I now wondered if the guy in the bedroom had fucked my wife or if I had managed to prevent it from happening when I called Ivy. Whoever this stud was he sure had some energy and stamina, if he had fucked my wife her was now on his fourth woman in a couple of hours. The best I had ever managed was four different women in the one day and that was when I was around my early twenties. Even then they were spread throughout the day and not four in fewer than two hours. I left the bathroom just as the woman was reaching her orgasm by the sounds of it and returned downstairs. Sure enough, the woman came out looking well fucked as had the previous two women and made her way downstairs. This time no further women went upstairs.
About several minutes later though a man came out the bedroom looking very pleased and came down the stairs. As he got close to me, I asked him if he was Simon. He looked at me a little confused and asked why I asked. Not answering him, he pointed out that he wasn't Simon he was in fact named Mark. I apologised for confusing him with someone else.
