My beautiful wife Sharon and I have been happily married for two years. Wherever we go, my sexy wife draws admiring glances like a magnet attracts nails. I often fantasized about watching her with other men, but she seemed so straight-laced that I was sure she would never go for it and kept my fantasies to myself. Or perhaps I was afraid that I would become jealous. I'm not sure which it was. She is a wildcat in bed, never giving me anything to complain about, so I was quite content with the status quo.
A couple of months ago, I kissed my pretty wife goodbye and went to work the way I do five days a week. I had no idea that the events to come that day would change my life. Sharon is a high school teacher who was on summer vacation, so she stayed at home to play housewife. Later that morning I was at my desk when a fierce thunderstorm passed through. I heard a loud crack as a bolt of lightning struck nearby, and at the same instant our power went out. An hour passed in darkness before the boss decided to shut down for the day. As I drove home through flooded streets, I thought about my pretty wife waiting for me. I chuckled when I realized that this was the perfect opportunity for Sharon and I to catch up on the loving. The more I thought about it, the harder my cock became. I picked up my cell phone to tell her I was on the way, but then thought it would be more fun to surprise her. If I had made that call, I wouldn't be writing this story now.
I expected to find my little wife in the livingroom watching her favorite soap, but the TV screen was blank and the couch was empty.
"She must be taking a nap, or maybe she's masturbating," I thought, as I tiptoed down the hall to our bedroom. I heard a soft moan. My heart pounded. She was masturbating and I would finally get to watch. I decided to peep for awhile before offering her the real thing. I unzipped my fly and took out my cock and balls. I didn't want to waste a single second.
The bedroom door was standing wide open. I peeked inside and got the shock of my life! My wife wasn't masturbating nor was she fucking one man - she was fucking two men, both at the same time. They were in the classic double-penetration position, with her face down on the pussy-man and the ass-man on top of her. She grunted, groaned and sobbed as they put it to her hard and fast. The ass-man was driving his big cock in to the balls on each stroke. I was amazed at her ability to take it so hard in the ass. And to think that I had never had a piece of ass from her! The pussy-man thrust up into her on alternate strokes. Both men were hung as much as me, in the seven to eight inch range, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Their balls were as big and round as baseballs and drawn up so tight that they hardly jiggled.
The pussy-man was sucking her tits. When she moved her arm I got a glimpse of his face and was stunned to see that it was my best friend Ray who lived just two houses away. It turned out that he had been fucking my wife on the sly for more than a year. Before long I was able to identify the ass-man as David, my other friend from high school. The foot of the bed faces the door, so they didn't see me standing there gaping at them. I quietly took off every stitch of clothing and entered the room. I stood at the foot of the bed masturbating and watched my wife get the fucking of her life. I had a front row seat, and they didn't even know I was there. I was so close I could smell the sex.
David was the first to cum. His ass-cheeks drew together again and again. Each time his ass clenched I knew he was spurting more cum into my wife's bowel. He strained to get every centimeter of cock up her, even after he had it all in. I almost lost control at that point. While David was still cumming, Ray shot his load. I watched his balls lift as they emptied into her pussy. I had planned on jacking off when either of the men came, but something held me back. "I'll wait and see where this leads," I thought.
When they rolled onto their backs, laughing and puffing for air and saw me for the first time their smiles melted away and their faces turned ashen. "I better get going," David said, frantically searching for his clothes on the floor. Then he seemed to realize that I wouldn't be standing there naked with a hard-on in my hand if I disapproved of what they were doing. Covering his crotch with his t-shirt, he sat down on the bed and gave me a puzzled look. Sharon, who was so upset that I feared she might have an asthma attack, seemed greatly relieved when I said, "I liked what I saw and want to see more."