As some of you know from my first story, I had an experience in the past which lit some fires of passion between myself and my wife. Long story short, while away on business, my amazing wife ended up in bed with a different man. This all happened with my knowledge and my blessing, and was an amazing turn-on for us both. For me while it was happening, I felt almost uncontrollable desire for my wife, and once she got home from the trip, she would often share details about the incident during foreplay or while we were fucking.
Even though this wasn't a "lifestyle" for us, hearing my wife tell me about getting fucked by a stranger while stroking my cock was a bulletproof way to get me off. Apart from this one incident, it remained a fantasy though. The closest we got to repeating the success was pretending – sometimes while she was riding me, she would tell me fake stories of men she had conquered recently. It was always a success!
One day in May I received a summons to appear for jury selection in my home county. It was three months out, and I didn't think much of it at the time. I didn't bother to try to get a deferment, since I figured it would be worth it to get it over and done with now, which was as good a time as ever. The day quickly approached, and I dutifully showed up for duty at the county courthouse. That day is today, as a matter of fact, and it is now mid-afternoon. I'm currently sitting in the jury holding room, still waiting to get called before the judge to see if I will serve or not. This story is about something that happened this morning.
The first two groups of potential jurors got called in before lunch. While I was sitting in the waiting room, I was chatting with my wife by text. After a couple of texts, it got a bit dirty. She had just returned from dropping our kid off at school, and had the house to herself. She was feeling rather horny, and when she initiated the dirty texts, I was more than happy to take part.
Before long she texted that she was lying on our bed in nothing but bra and panties, and that she was extremely wet and ready – her fingers buried in her beautiful, recently waxed pussy, almost ready to come. She upped the ante pretty quickly by stating that one of her co-workers from her old job was stopping by, and that she was so turned on right now that she might just seduce and fuck him, while I was stuck at the courthouse.
This left me, sitting in a corner of a room full of strangers, desperately trying to hide my erection. This was turning me on immensely, and if they called my name now and forced me to stand up, it would be clear to everyone how much.
We continued to text back and forth, and the story kept improving. Now her former co-worker was lying on the bed, she was on top of him sitting on his face, undulating back and forth, drenching him in her juices. Then she was on her back getting fucked by his big cock, cumming again and again.
It then took a more serious turn, when she asked me if I would be ok with her going through with this fantasy. It turns out, the ex co-worker she was talking about wasn't just a figment of her imagination – there was actually a guy who had his eye on her, and she didn't particularly oppose to his advances, it would seem.
Well, if you've read my first story, you'd know that the first time this happened, I had no concerns there at all. In fact, it was a huge turn-on. While this was not in some foreign country, and there was a slightly higher potential for complications if we ran into the guy someday, I was still immensely turned on by the thought, and told her I would be all for it, as long as she followed the same rules that we agreed on before. But I didn't want her fucking him in our bed – that's for me and her only. We have a perfectly adequate guest bedroom that could be used for something like this.
The fact that I gave the green light apparently queued off another self-pleasuring session, and soon thereafter my amazing wife informed me that, once again, she had brought herself to a trembling orgasm. She also told me that halfway through she had dried her drenched fingers off and texted this guy, and it wasn't a very innocent text, it would seem. She copied it and sent it to me: "Hey – I'm at home right now, all alone. I'm upstairs in bed now, wearing nothing but panties, and there's nothing I'd like more than to have you come by and have your way with me." Wow. That text didn't leave much up to the imagination. I could only hope that he was about to be on lunch break and would take her up on the offer.
The only follow-up I got to that text was "he's coming". That's all I needed to know. My wife was upstairs in bed, wearing nothing but panties, about to get fucked once more by someone other than me. I pictured her lying there, panties soaked through and stuck to her bald pussy, waiting in anticipation.
Luckily, this was still as big of a turn-on as it was the first time it happened, and I was stuck in a courthouse with an erection I could barely conceal. It was simultaneously extremely frustrating and extremely arousing – frustrating that I couldn't just go somewhere and masturbate, arousing thinking about what was about to happen. I really wished I had some way of seeing this. That would take this to the next level, being able to covertly watch this going on. Hearing about it from my wife was one thing, but that would be amazing. We didn't have any cameras set up at home, so this wouldn't be possible.
By 11:30, back in the courthouse, I could barely concentrate. Our clerk, a very cheerful and helpful lady, decided that the likelihood of us getting called in before lunch was minimal, so she sent us on lunch break for two and a half hours. Well, my house was only ten minutes away, and there was no way I was going to stick around here, when I now had the chance to at least be close to what was about to go down. If the rendezvous was still going on, I'd just hold back until he left, but maybe, just maybe, I would be able to catch a glimpse of something through the guest bedroom window. The bed in the guest bedroom was pushed right up against the window – and if the blinds weren't completely closed, then I might be able to see some of what's going on from my back yard.
I packed up my things and went home, and sure enough, when I got close enough to my house to see it, I saw a car parked outside that I didn't recognize. I parked around the corner and walked the rest of the way – the last thing I wanted to do was spook them and not allow them to complete their act – I wanted my wife to cum – several times!
Luckily my house is a fairly cheap, wooden construction. It was built in the mid-90's, and the priority of the builders was clearly speed, not quality. This means that it does not do a very good job of insulating sound – I can hear deer rummaging in the leaves in our back yard with all the windows closed, and if you're standing in the yard and someone has the TV on, you can usually hear that pretty clearly as well. I'm also sure that when I fuck my wife and make her scream in pleasure, it can be heard pretty clearly from the outside. But we have a very secluded yard, so nobody is close enough to hear it.
Once I made it to our back yard, I stood still and listened. Sure enough, I could hear the distinct and wonderful sounds of my wife moaning. She was but a few feet away from me moaning in pleasure at the hands of another man, and I loved it! Luckily my house is surrounded by woods, so the backyard is visually impenetrable by any of our neighbors – because before I knew it, I was rock hard again.
I maneuvered myself a bit to the side, so that I was standing behind a tree in our yard, now with a clear view of the bedroom window. Unfortunately though, the blinds were closed. Damnit. Those shitty blinds had been nothing but trouble since we rented this place. They'd fall down if you breathed too hard, but today, when I most needed them to fail, they were up there blocking my view entirely. The sounds were enormously erotic though, and all of a sudden I realized that I was fondling myself in my back yard through my pants. This went on for a couple of minutes – all I could think of was that I hoped they finished up before long, because the best thing I could imagine right now was for him to leave and for me to run upstairs and fuck my wife, hard, before I had to head back to the courthouse. Then it went silent for a couple of minutes, which left me wondering what was going on up there.
All of a sudden, the best possible thing happened – they must have shifted their positions and knocked into the blinds, because they fell right off! I now had a view straight into the bedroom, and it was more than I had hoped for. I could see the beautiful, pale body and black hair of my wife – she was upright, rhythmically riding his cock, her hands on her head, combing through her hair in ecstasy, throwing her head backwards. I could now see a silhouette of her face, and could match the moans to her facial expressions.
It was an amazing sight – she was stunning as always – incredibly beautiful and graceful, and clandestinely watching her climax was an absolutely incredible experience. I had been concerned about how I would feel – would I be jealous seeing this happen in real time? Would I be angry? For the first minute or two I was stunned – the imagery was more powerful than I could have foreseen. But it was incredibly hot – I could barely stand straight due to my raging hard-on, and I couldn't help but stroke it from my pocket.
