"Oh, I think the clock is sloooooooow."
The line from Van Halen's "Hot For Teacher," ran through Mike Martin's mind as he waited impatiently for 5 p.m. to arrive so he could leave work for the weekend. Tomorrow, Saturday, was his 20th anniversary, and he could feel the anticipation in his gut.
On the way out the door to work that morning, his wife, Nancy, had pressed one of his yellow pills into his hand and told him to take it about lunch time. This was the one that advertises about "the right moment," and she said she wanted it working full-tilt when he got home that evening. She said she was taking the afternoon off from her job to take their two boys to her parents, and that he should expect a surprise when he got home.
The thought of Nancy offering him a surprise for their anniversary made Mike's dick swell in his slacks, because when she hinted about something sexual, it was certain to be a treat for him. Even at age 42, Nancy was someone who turned heads wherever she went. She was tall, nearly six feet, and slender, with narrow hips, long legs and breasts that were just large enough to be noticable. She had a regal neck, brown eyes and darkish brown hair that she wore quite short. The way she liked to wear it parted on her left side made for a peekaboo effect over her right eye that added a touch of allure to her look.
Even after 20 years of marriage and two years of courtship before that, Mike never tired of Nancy's energetic body and her wondrous imagination. She was still the sexiest woman he'd ever seen, and the thought of an entire weekend to themselves to indulge their passion made his cock stiffen.
Mike was 43, and was actually an inch or so shorter than his wife, moreso when she wore heels. But this had never been a problem for Mike, for he was very self-assured, though not cocky. He'd been an athlete in high school and he still kept himself in great shape. Neither of them smoked and they drank very rarely, and then only in small quantities.
At long last, 5 o'clock rolled around, and Mike closed his office door and headed home. It was about an hour's commute from his downtown office building to his suburban home, and as he made the drive it was all he could do to keep from whipping out his raging hard cock and getting some relief. He had almost two week's worth of cum stored back since the last time he and Nancy had made love, and he was desperately in need of a good hard orgasm.
Because of their busy work schedules and the fact of two teenage sons in the house, ages 15 and 13, they didn't screw much during the week, saving it up for the weekends. However, the previous weekend Nancy had been on her period. When they'd first gotten together, he would ignore the bleeding and fuck her anyway, but after ruining one too many sheets that way, they'd given up that practice. A lot of times, Nancy would compensate by giving him a blowjob or two, but last weekend she'd felt out of sorts, she said, and had not done so. Mike was disappointed, of course, but he was considerate enough to not push the issue, knowing their anniversary was looming.
As Mike approached his exit off the expressway, he picked up his cell phone and called home. He wanted to see if there was anything he needed to pick up at the store before he got home. It took four rings before Nancy answered the phone, unusual when she knew the call was coming from him, thanks to caller ID, and when she answered, she seemed a little out of breath. Mike noticed, too, that she sounded distracted as she told him there was nothing they needed, just to hurry home.
When Mike pulled his car into his long circular driveway, he was most disappointed to see a strange car parked in the drive in front of his house. Oh well, he thought, whoever it is won't be there long. He pulled the car into the garage, and entered the house through the kitchen, which was empty and void of activity. This was strange, Mike thought, as he hung his jacket over a chair and loosened his tie. Usually one of Nancy's surprises involved a romantic dinner which she had prepared.
Looking around downstairs, there was no sign of his wife, but he did notice two empty wine glasses on the coffee table in the front room. Mike frowned at this, and just at that moment, he heard a rhythmic sound coming from upstairs, like the creaking of bedsprings, a sound the bed would make when he and Nancy were having sex. Puzzled now, and concerned, he crept up the stairs, and the closer he came to his and Nancy's bedroom, the clearer he heard the sounds, along with the unmistakable sound of Nancy's moans of pleasure, which could be quite loud when she was getting fucked really well.
Feeling the heat rise in his face at the idea that his wife could possibly be cheating on him so blatantly - and on their anniversary, no less! - Mike strode purposefully down the hall, threw open the door and was confronted by a sight he would never forget.
There was Nancy flat on her back with her legs spread wide, and a tall, stocky man between them powering what looked to be a long, fat cock back and forth in her juicy cunt. But that wasn't all. Straddling his wife's head was a gorgeous woman with blonde hair that fell well past her shoulders, incredibly round, fat tits, and she was slowly, rhythmically gyrating a clean-shaven pussy all over Nancy's active tongue.
The orgy Mike had just walked in on got its birth about two months earlier, when Nancy had been talking at lunch with a co-worker at the large plant that dominated their city's economy. The co-worker, Amber Smith, was the blonde woman Mike saw riding his wife's face, although he didn't know it at the time. Nancy and Amber had been talking about their relationships, as they often did at lunch, and the subject had come around to their favorite fantasies.
After Amber admitted that her wildest fantasy was to be tied to a bed and gangbanged, she asked Nancy about her's.
"Well, it's kind of... I don't know if I should," Nancy said, but after a little persuasion, she continued. "My favorite fantasy, and Mike's also, is to bring another couple in and do everything, and I mean everything. I've always wanted to see what it was like to have sex with a woman, and Mike has always wanted to know what it feels like to have a man fuck his ass. Sometimes he likes me to stick a couple of fingers back there, especially if I'm giving him a blowjob. Of course, I can appreciate that, because nothing makes me cum harder than when he fucks my ass, and we do it quite often."
About a week later, Amber came up to Nancy at lunch, sat down and leaned over the table conspiratorially.
"I wanted to make sure we were alone when we had this conversation," Amber said softly. "The other day, when you were talking about yours and Mike's favorite fantasy, were you serious? I mean, serious like you'd really do it if you got the chance.?"
"Oh, hell yes," Nancy said, her curiosity piqued.
