I came home unexpected, came home early from work. I know my wife has a lover, know who he is. But I have never seen his car and the cars of others in our driveway during the day. And I have never seen them together. I boldly ignored the three cars in the drive. I entered our house and walked up to the bedroom where I heard what sounded like television noise, sounded like a porn movie being watched as I approach the door. I pushed open the door. I saw my boss, her lover, seated on a chair and watching her as she was on the bed naked. He was dressed as if he'd come straight from his office, still in suit coat, shirt and tie, his pants were down around his ankles. He had his large erect cock in his hand and was stroking it. Two men were in my wife while he watched. They were fucking my wife, one in front of her his cock in her mouth, one behind her. They were on each side of the bed as she straddled it on her hands and knees. As I entered the room she pulled her head off of the man she was sucking, looked at me, furious. Her lipstick was smeared all over her lips and chin. They all turned toward me as I opened the door, the four of them staring at me. The two men smiled at me, glared, their pants down around their ankles, expressionless sort of dirty smiles. My boss stared at me coldly, said nothing.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Didn't I tell you that if his car is in the drive you are to call before coming home??? Didn't I?!?"
She glares at me, shouts angrily, her hand still cupping and on the man's rear cheek in front of her.
The man holding her by the hair doesn't even let her go, stares at me with her hair in his hand. He holds her by her hair with his huge erection bobbing in front of her face. The other man is still in her from behind, still fucking her. I see that he is fucking her ass. He slaps her left cheek and smiles at me, leers at me. They are huge, twenty-something muscled men.
"Get out! And close the door. I'll deal with you later! Spoiled little fuck! Move! Out!"
As I leave I hear the men laugh, hear them go back to what they were doing. I hurry to the basement. I feel fear, a knot in my stomach. I am afraid of what she will do after they leave. I have tears in my eyes.
Several hours later, after they've all left our house, I hear her call me upstairs. She is wearing a white terry cloth bathrobe, her makeup is fresh. She is barefoot, naked under her robe and freshly showered.
We are sitting at the dining room table. She sips coffee.
"What the fuck did you expect? When you saw his car in the drive, the other cars, what made you come into the house? And what made you come in and up to our bedroom? Like you didn't know what I was doing, didn't know what you'd find? What the fuck, honey?"
I look at her sheepishly.
"I wasn't thinking. I just saw the cars in the drive, thought maybe something was wrong. I've never seen three cars in our drive in the afternoon."
She smiles at me.
"My protective little man, I guess I sort of like that. As if you could do anything to protect me from those real men."
She laughs, sips her coffee, stares at me.
"We've talked about this. You know we have. Do I have to remind you that I have needs that you can't fulfill? Do I? I think we've been over that several times before. Do we have to go over it again?"
"No. I'm sorry."
She looks at me sternly.
"I could take you to the basement and whip you now. You know that, could restrain and leave you down there crying for the rest of the evening. But I'm not insensitive to you, baby. You know I care about you. You just have to understand. What my lover and I do is not your business. And now that you've seen, I guess you should know. The two men I was with work in his warehouse. You've probably seen them before. He likes to see me with other men. It turns him on. And they are perfect for that. I do that for him. He's my lover. I make him happy. Don't worry about me. Both of those men wouldn't be fucking me if I didn't trust them, if he didn't trust them. They are safe and discreet men, married with families. They don't bother or call me until my baby sets it all up. We usually go to motels or his house but last night he said he wanted me in our house. He said that's important to him, wants to be able to fuck me here and have me entertain whenever he wants in our home, in my bed. I told him I'd do that for him. And this shouldn't be all the much of a shock to you anyway. You know I've fucked clients of his before. You know that."
I'm still somewhat in shock. Even knowing what I know I've never seen her with another man other than my boss, her lover. She has been his girlfriend for three years. They've never let me watch, never made me see them together. He's only teased me about the fact that he fucks my wife. Only once has he made me watch her go down on him, only once. But I've never seen her with two men, three men in our bedroom.
"You'll get used to it. Just like you got used to me being his girlfriend, you'll get used to it because I want you to. You're my husband and you will accept what I am. I love you. And I know you love me. And we both know this turns you on, you submissive little boy."
She puts her hand on top of mine, a very sexy tone in her voice.
"Admit it. It turns you on. You know it does. Do you want to masturbate for me? Do you want to play with your little thing in front of me, think about what you saw me doing upstairs? Have me show you my breasts, do you want that, baby? I'd like it if you did that for me, honey."