"Honey, I'm home!" Richard yelled, closing the front door behind him. He'd lucked out and gotten the day off early and wanted to surprise his wife, Helen. When he didn't hear a reply right away, he walked up the stairs toward their bedroom.
Puzzled, he looked down and saw a bra laying on the ground, as if it had been stripped off and discarded there. Down the hall he could hear some sexy music coming from the bedroom. Richard smiled to himself, remembering the last time this had happened.
It had been a day just like today, Richard coming home early to find his wife behind a closed door with the music turned up. When he walked in he found his stunningly beautiful Helen moaning at the top of her lungs as she plunged a bullet sized vibrator in and out of her pussy.
Needless to say, Richard had the real thing rammed into her in under ten seconds. Helen came immediately and powerfully and they fucked each others brains out for the rest of the night. It had been the best sex they'd had in years and Richard got hard just thinking about it. Grinning from ear to ear, he loosened his tie and strode into the bedroom.
His jaw dropped.
There on the bed was his wife, her back turned to him, completely naked. She was bouncing up and down moaning more pleasurably than he'd ever heard her. Two hands gripped her sides, kneading the smooth soft flesh of her back.
"OH YES YES FUCK ME! FUCK ME BABY MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!" she yelled, humping even harder on the stranger. Then she screamed as her orgasm hit her. The hands on her back tightened and from the way her body bucked up and down, Helen was obviously getting pounded from below.
Richard saw the hands move from her back to squeeze her breasts, causing Helen to explode into a chain of intense orgasms. Each shriek of climax hit him like a dagger to his heart. His wife of ten years was cheating on him!
Several emotions erupted in Richard: confusion, despair, anger. They all collided inside him and nearly knocked him off his feet. He staggered backward, unable to say anything. Then he turned and fled down the stairs, accidently bumping and shattering the vase they had displayed in the hallway.
He was sure they'd be able to hear the crash over the music but he didn't care. Fighting a strong wave of nausea, Richard ran to the sink and quickly filled a glass of water which he started chugging like his life depended on it.
"Richard?" Her voice was quiet behind him.
Slowly, he set the glass down, then turned to his wife.
"How.... how could you?" he could barely say the last word before choking up. Before their ten years of marriage they'd been together for four years in high school. They'd lost their virginity to each other and had pretty much been fucking each other ever since. Not once had he thought of cheating on his wife and he thought she felt the same.
"Oh honey, I didn't want you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you when we were ready." She looked pained, but he couldn't tell if that was for real or just out of guilt.
Either way, her sad face cut him to the heart, draining his anger away. He'd dedicated his life to making her happy, making sure she never looked as sad as she looked now.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "Did I somehow push you away?"
She rushed to him, putting both her hands on his face. "No no no no. You've been perfect to me. You've made me the happiest woman in the world."
Richard could feel some of his anger returning. "Then what was THAT? How are you the happiest woman in the world if you're fucking some stranger instead of your own husband?"
"I'm not fucking a stranger," she said quietly.
He paused. "Who is it?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
"Our neighbor."
Richard barely stifled a cursing spree. Their neighbor, Chris, had to be the most peverted womanizing man he'd ever met. No only was his personality ugly but his exterior was as well. This wasn't helped by the fact that he didn't seem to care at all for hygiene. Richard could feel the nausea swelling up inside him again just thinking about Chris fucking his sweet wife in his own bed.
"I don't believe this," he snarled. He was about to just charge out of the house and drive until he cooled off, but Helen grabbed his arm.
"Honey, wait. There's more."
For some reason he stayed. Everything in him screamed at him to leave her in the dust, go find what was left of his life and try to enjoy it. But feeling her touch on him gave him a slim hope, a foolish hope that somehow this could be better than it was.
Even though he didn't turn to her, she saw she had his attention so she continued, "This isn't the first time. We've been.... seeing each other for about a week. Remember how sometimes you and I would talk about having sex with other people, or maybe have a threesome? Recently I've been thinking about it a lot, and last week, it kind of came up."
Richard remembered their conversations. He'd never been serious about being unfaithful, but found it turned them both on a lot. They always had great sex afterward, but he'd thought that was all they needed to spice things up.
"Anyway," she continued, "One thing led to another and soon we were fucking each other. I knew it was wrong, I knew I should've told you, but I couldn't stop. Each day it got worse and worse, we'd fuck longer and longer. Today you'd barely left before I was completely naked and getting plowed."
Despite all his anger and heartache, his wife's sexy descriptions were getting him hard. He cursed his weakness at letting himself get aroused when he should've been furious. Still he waited for her to finish.
