Jack was badly disappointed. He had heard rumors that his beautiful wife, Cherry, was cheating on him, and made up his mind to find out. A few hours earlier, she had called him and told him she had to work a couple of additional hours at the department store where she was a sales clerk. This was a fairly common occurrence, although they never seemed to have any extra money to show for the overtime. He borrowed his brother's nondescript car and waited where he could watch the employee exit.
Minutes after her normal quitting time, he saw his wife leave the building arm-in-arm with Cliff, a co-worker of hers that Jack knew and distrusted. After kissing her, which wasn't really much of a surprise, Cliff climbed into his pickup truck and headed for the parking lot exit, with Cherry following in her car. "So much for working late," Jack told himself, and followed, staying a safe distance behind.
When the truck turned onto a nearby road, followed closely by Cherry's car, Jack knew where they had to be going. That particular road winds through a wooded area to a nearby lake, specifically to a boat landing that is used by fishermen. A popular place during the daytime, with well-shaded picnic tables and a good view of the lake, there were no lights so nobody would have any reason but an ulterior one for being there at night. He slowed down, making no attempt to follow closely, since he didn't need to and didn't want to take any chances of being seen.
The lake is almost exactly a ten mile drive from Cherry's job so when Jack knew he was within a few hundred yards of his destination, he made a U-turn and parked facing back toward town, making sure his hazard lights were on. The night was warm and clear and the full moon and stars provided all the light necessary as he hiked the rest of the way on the grassy shoulder of the road. When he walked around the last curve, he saw the truck in the parking space closest to the boat ramp, with the car right next to it. Since he was so close, Jack left the road shoulder to take cover in the heavy shadows around the picnic tables. The tree nearest to the truck, about thirty feet away, was an oak with an unusually thick trunk and he stood behind it, looking through the V-shape where the first limb split off.
He wasn't sure exactly what he was doing there. He might have called it curiosity but he was not curious about what they were here for; he was sure of their reason. He wasn't really pissed off either, certainly not enough to challenge Cliff, who was twice his size, to a fight in this remote place. Knowing his wife was cheating on him made him feel more disappointed than angry. His disappointment stemmed from the fact that he had suggested to Cherry that it would be fun to do some swinging with other couples, or that he would like to watch her fucking some other guy. She had never rejected the ideas and had even said she would do it sometime, but the time had never arrived. Now, here she was, getting fucked by some guy out in the boondocks and he wouldn't be able to watch her doing it. Suddenly, the passenger's door of the pickup opened and Cherry stepped out. Jack smiled when he saw her beautiful nakedness and the disheveled state of her long blonde hair. Her sexy body, especially her lovely breasts, was clearly visible in the light that spilled out from the interior of the truck. She had told him they were 36C but that statistic did not describe how saucy and perky they were. Cherry closed the door and walked around the end of the truck and out of sight, carrying her purse. Jack heard the click of the keyless entry of her car and wondered why his wife would be getting back into there.
Cliff, also naked, appeared, pulled down the tailgate and climbed into the truck bed. "Of course," Jack told himself. "There's a lot more room in the bed of the truck than anywhere else except on the ground. It's a nice, warm night so that's where they're gonna get it on." His deduction was proven correct when Cherry reappeared, carrying the blankets that were normally kept in the trunk of her car. The two of them spread them on the floor of the truck bed; she climbed aboard and they lay down, out of sight behind the walls of the back of the pickup.
Jack's cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being, as he thought of what Cherry and Cliff would be doing momentarily. He knew that what he really wanted was to watch their naked frolicking, but he also knew that would not be possible. Even if he dared get close enough to look inside the truck bed, it would be too dark and heavily shadowed for him to be able to see enough details to be worth doing. He decided that, although he couldn't watch, he would still be able to hear what was going on, but he would have to get closer to do that. Knowing that, in a few minutes, the people in the truck bed would be so wrapped up in each other they wouldn't be able to hear anything else, Jack bided his time. After waiting what he considered to be long enough, he strode, silently and as quickly as he could, across the hard ground until he was crouched in shadow by the same door that Cherry had exited from. Except for intermittent noises from the woods and the gentle sound of the waves in the lake, the night was quiet. Jack listened carefully. "Mmmmm, I really love that. Keep licking me there."
Jack recognized Cherry's voice but he wasn't sure exactly what would be happening. He knew how much she enjoyed having her breasts licked and sucked and he also assumed there would have been some of that while they were still inside the cab of the truck. Although it seemed too soon, they might have already gotten to the point where Cliff was eating her pussy. That was another of her favorite things and she liked to cum first from that. Jack was quite certain Cherry wouldn't fuck a man who didn't eat her out first.
"Oh! Oh, yeah! Oh, God, eat my pussy."
Cherry's plea was accompanied by a series of soft thudding sounds, and Jack realized what they must be. She must have been fucking her pussy up into Cliff's face, accompanied by thumping her arms on the blankets on the truck bed, the way she did on the mattress when Jack was eating her out at home. He envied Cliff the marvelous place his face was buried in, with the fragrant and delicious juices. Cherry kept her delectable pussy clean-shaven, meaning that his tongue was enjoying her soft and smooth flesh with not even her feathery blonde pubic hair to get in the way. The thought of another man's tongue on his wife's pussy seemed to make Jack's cock even harder, which he wouldn't have thought possible.
Cherry continued murmuring her pleasure with what was happening, sometimes uttering a seemingly startled "Oh!" Jack was sure that happened when Cliff's tongue stroked her clit, because that's when she would make the same exclamation with him. By concentrating his listening, he could hear a gentle lapping noise, which might have been the waves striking the lake shore but Jack preferred to believe it was the sound of Cliff licking Cherry's pussy lips. His own tongue made that same sound when it caressed those same swollen lips. Cliff wasn't saying anything. That was understandable; when a man is eating a pussy as delectable as Cherry's, his mouth is too busy to waste time talking. For a few minutes, he listened to the lapping sound, accompanied by the rustling noises of Cherry's body moving around as she slowly lost control from the pleasure the tongue was giving her.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she was whimpering, and Jack knew she was getting closer to cumming. "Yeah! Yeah! Suck my clit!" He could almost feel Cherry's engorged clit in his mouth, with his tongue licking the top and sides while her pussy was ramming into his face.
"Oh! Oh! Yes! I'm cumming!" Jack pictured his wife's thighs squeezing Cliff's head while her hands were pressing his face into her pussy. He could hear the sounds of them thrashing around and he imagined Cherry's legs swinging from side to side with her in the throes of cumming.
"Ah," she cried out joyfully and Jack knew she had climaxed. After that, the only noise from the truck was more of the soft lapping sounds as Cliff, his head released, licked up all the delicious juices that Cherry's pussy had produced while she was cumming. She would be lying on her back, happily relaxed, and reveling in the feel of the tongue on her still swollen lips.
For a few minutes, all sound ceased until Cherry spoke. "I really love that, Cliff. I love it when you eat my pussy and I cum and you lick it off. Did you like the taste of it?"
"You know I did, Honey. It tastes great. And it's less filling."
She giggled. "My turn, now. Lie here where I am." Jack could hear the two people changing position. "You're almost ready for me," she told Cliff a few seconds later. For the next minute, there was only silence.
