For weeks after my wife's adventures with the two guys at the hotel, our sex life was on fire. I wanted her all the time, no, I
needed
her. Images of what she must have looked like while being serviced by those two studs and just imagining what she must have been thinking and feeling would drive me to rarefied heights of arousal. I could guess that her natural reluctance to do something so wrong warred with her building desire as they fondled and caressed her until her barriers shattered and she surrendered to them. From that point on, I could imagine that Brad and his friend enjoyed as much great sex as they wanted with a hot, mature woman willing to give them anything they wanted. And sweetest of all, she was married to someone else! Her big, soft tits with their thick, sensitive nipples and her wet pussy and tight ass and warm mouth had been enjoyed by another man exclusively for years. She had learned to give it all up to her husband at his urging over the years and had become an expert at receiving a man's seed into and onto her receptive body.
As for my wife, she was reluctant to go into much detail about her adventure. I only had to start talking about it at an opportune moment and we would both become inflamed with lust. Soon we would be fucking frantically wherever and however we ended up, and there was no room or need for discussion. We would just fuck like animals. Afterward, I was too sated to care much and she didn't seem interested in talking about it so we didn't.
Life went on like this for a few months. Then one Saturday morning as I was heading outside to mow the lawn I overheard her talking on her cell phone.
"No, I don't think I could do that," I heard her say. She was out on the deck, I was in the house, and I could hear her through the open window. There was something about her tone of voice that stopped me. I stood there behind the curtain and listened. "It would be crazy to visit. What would your wife think?" she continued. I was frozen. Who was she talking to? Was it Brad?
It was hard to hear everything she said. She was keeping her voice low. I pushed my head up against the curtain where it fell over the window screen. It was quiet and I thought she was listening to the other end of the conversation, but I couldn't see through the window and it would have been an immediate tip off that I was eavesdropping if I opened the curtain. And for some reason, I didn't want her to know that I was listening. I wasn't sure exactly why, maybe just a voyeuristic leaning on my part. At any rate, I heard her laugh softly and murmur something. Her voice was huskier now than it had been. Then more murmuring. Then silence. I decided to take a chance and I slowly lifted the curtain bottom up to expose the bottom of the open window. I was very careful but I was nearly shaking with excitement. What was she doing and who was she talking to?
Once I was able to look out the bottom few inches of the window screen she was clearly visible sitting on a deck chair. She was in fact holding her cell phone to her ear in her right hand and appeared to be listening intently. But what riveted my attention was her left hand. She had her hand almost up to the wrist in the loose leg of her shorts, with her left leg curled up on the chair. She was playing with her pussy while she was talking! She whispered something and started rubbing faster and harder. I couldn't tell if she had her fingers in her pussy or they were stroking her clit. But in either case, she was definitely excited and seemed to be getting more excited by the second. I heard her say "...oooohh.......baby....." in a soft voice and her rubbing became frantic. Then right before my eyes she muttered, "Fuck" and started quivering and shaking and her legs jerked slightly. My wife was climaxing on our deck while talking to whom I suspected was the man who had fucked her and shared her with his friend a few months ago! My cock was hard in my shorts and I couldn't have moved from my spot for anything. Her breathing was heavy for a minute and then she said, "God Brad, I can't believe I just did that! You are so bad." He said something and then she said, "OK, but I better go. I hope I can walk after that. I'm going to need a good fucking tonight from my hubby." Then quieter, "That's OK baby. I know. I wish I was sucking your big cock too. I'd swallow all your cum and make you feel better." Then she chuckled softly and said, "Fuck you turn me on. You're terrible. I'll talk to you later."
I dropped the curtain and moved away from the window. I wandered through to the back of the house with my mind in turmoil. What the hell was going on? Were they talking a lot? Or was this the first time since the hotel? What should I do or say to her? And beneath it all I could feel the mounting desire to fuck her little pussy and teach her a lesson. We had talked about threesomes over the years, and I had talked about fucking her while she was talking on the phone to somebody. I had always thought that to be incredibly erotic. I had even fantasized about fucking her or playing with her while she was talking to another man, but I couldn't remember if I had ever shared that particular dirty fantasy with her. Certainly she had done that to me when she had called me from Brad's room that night to report in and tell me everything was OK, but secretly was allowing two men to suck and pinch her nipples all the while. I wondered if I should have gone out onto the deck just now? Would she have gasped in shock and shame? Or would she have smiled at me? Could I have walked over to her and pulled out my cock for her to pleasure, or would she have rebuffed me? And why didn't I do anything at all except listen? A million questions it seemed were swirling through my brain, and I was sorely confused about everything.
