I witnessed this from outside the high window of Mike's bedroom. Having just returned to an empty home from another of my many business trips, my recent suspicions about my wife and a neighbor led me to this perch on this neighbor's roof. It was stupid and risky but something seemed very wrong about our marriage...and about their friendship. I guess I knew an affair was a possibility, but I just couldn't believe anything like this could happen to our marriage.
It's a multilevel house and it was easy to climb up. At a level above 10 feet, the side wall of Mike's bedroom has a sun window; it is sliding glass with an outside screen and was partially open. From this spot, I looked down upon them as they lay upon his bed, the high ceiling fan cooling their bodies. The light was low, but bright enough. My wife Cyndy lay on her side, naked except for her modest silk panties, whispering in his ear as her hands massaged and masturbated his penis. I had caught them in the act. Shocked, I couldn't move a muscle.
He seemed near climax. His penis struck me as so enormous...but I guess the shocking fact of another man's penis in my wife's hands would probably exaggerate my perception of its size. Huge, it seemed to me. There were wet sounds as Cyn squeezed him; cum oozed from the tip of his cockhead. She used it for lubrication as she stroked and squeezed his thick shaft just below the cap causing a larger load of cum to emerge. She briefly tongued the tip then briefly sucked on his cockhead, a strand of his sperm following her lips when she backed off and kissed him deeply.
Mike's right hand reached over to caress the lovely stiff points of Cyn's firm lovely breasts, but when her hands picked up the pace on his cock, he relaxed, dropped his hands in surrender, and let her have her way with him for a minute. His hips fucked her slippery fingers.
Then Mike's hand moved to Cyn's pussy.
"No, not tonight,"she protested. "We can't. I've got to get home before Scott. It's almost midnight."
Mike's hand persisted, his long middle finger gently caressing the bud of her clit over her silken panties.
"Mike, let me just satisfy you with my hands."
"I want your pussy." His hand slipped above and then under the waist band of her panties, pulling them down to reveal her lower abdomen. The dark hair of my wife's pussy became briefly visible before Mike's hand covered her.
Cyn's legs opened for his fingers. One of Cyn's hands left Mike's penis to cover his hand between her legs as he excited her, holding him there, encouraging him.
"I still can't believe we're doing this," I heard her say.
He leaned over her and they kissed. I couldn't see their lips, as the angle was from the side, overhead. But I could hear the wetness of their kiss. They were obviously open-mouthed. But what was entirely visible was further down. My wife kicked off her panties. Mike stroked deep into her pussy. The sight...the sounds of their lust...overwhelmed me. I couldn't move.
I could see his thumb moving, stimulating her clitoris. Her long slim legs were bent at the knees...she opened them wide for him and lifted her hips in rhythm with Mike's fingers as he penetrated the lovely tight lips, opening her soft flesh. I could see pink glimpses inside her parted vaginal lips. I stared at his thick fingers fucking my wife.
My heart was bursting in my chest! I didn't know whether to cry or scream. I watched. Cyndy reached an early climax on his fingers. But the finger fucking didn't stop. In another minute, I witnessed my wife climax on his fingers a second time, this time as she masturbated her own clitoris.