My wife and I recently separated (1 week ago), so we could get some counseling and come back together stronger and more committed to each other. I initiated the separation. She was not happy about it but agreed. She told me that since I had my own place to be alone that she didn't want me just dropping in on her at our house. She wants me to respect her privacy and call before stopping by. I thought it odd, but told her I would oblige. A couple of days went by and I couldn't get it out of my head how emphatic she was about me not just dropping by. My mind began wondering and conjuring up thoughts of her fucking some guy. One of the reasons for our separation is that she withholds sex for long periods at a time and is quite a prude. She is sexual once we are doing it, but very straight laced about what we do. She will experience an orgasm most times we make love but nothing earth shattering because she won't let me explore or try new things.
Anyway, one night while lying in my travel trailer bed, where I am staying, I couldn't control this feeling that something more was up so I got dressed and started driving to our house. I knew my daughter wasn't home because she had texted me to let me know she was staying at a friend's house overnight.
As I got closer to the house I was nervous because I promised not to drop by, but moreover I was nervous about what I might discover. I turned the corner toward the house and my heart dropped as I saw a strange car in my driveway. I wondered who it could be as I turned around and parked on a side street. I walked toward the house and snuck into the backyard. There were windows from the living room and kitchen area as well as in our bedroom along the back of the house. This would allow me easy viewing of what was happening.
I made it quietly to the living room window, careful not to be seen or make any noise. The blinds were drawn (curious as we rarely closed them when I was home), but there was a small space underneath and on each side where I could see in. Sure enough there was a man (that I did not know) in our living room, sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand. He was probably in his late 40's early 50's but looked to be in very good shape. He stood as my wife entered the room with her glass of wine. He was about 6' and probably weighed close to 195lbs. He was nicely dressed and had a short sleeved shirt on exposing his tan muscles.
When my wife reached him he sat his glass down, grabbed hers and put it down and pulled her in close for a dance. I could hear music on low. She didn't hesitate one bit and melted into his arms. He very gently brusheed her hair back and leaned in to kiss her. She opened her mouth and kissed him back. They're kisses started out slow but quickly increased pace until they were almost mauling each other. My heart was in my throat. I could tell that she was super turned on as her face was flush and breathing was heavy. After all, we hadn't had sex in almost a year at that point. The guys hands were all over her butt as they continued they're dancing and kissing. The song ended and they broke the kiss and took long drags on they're wine. The guy whispered in her ear and they began kissing again, this time eagerly. They're hands were all over each other. She was rubbing his butt and he was rubbing hers and kissing her neck as she rolled her head back enjoying the attention. She loved having her neck kissed. Suddenly, the guy reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. He dropped it to the floor, unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the ground and began licking and rubbing her large D cup tits. She began to moan slightly and move to help her tits meet his mouth.
I was stunned at the sight before me. Feel angry, I wanted to bust the door down and stop this madness. The problem is, that I was also feeling super turned on by this sight and strangely wanted to see how far she would go and how she would be with this guy if they fucked. Would she be a prude or a sexual animal? Judging by the way she was enjoying things so far, I believe I was in for a surprise.
Continuing his assault on my wife, the guy would alternate from kissing her tits to her neck and would plunge his tongue in her mouth where she would meet him with hers. They would kiss aggressively, tongues swirling around inside of each other's mouths and then he would return to the other parts of her body. Her face was red and had a lustful look like I have never seen on her. My wife took a moment to pull his shirt up over his head revealing his muscular, tan hairy-chested upper body. Once his shirt was off she reached for his pants, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes got big when his already huge, but growing cock, was revealed inside his underwear. She wasted no time pulling them down, letting it spring free, then began hungrily sucking on it. Now fully erect, it must have been 10 inches long and was very thick. My cock was almost breaking out of my pants watching this scene.
The guy was thoroughly enjoying the fact that he had her in a sexually heated trance while she was sucking him off. She was slurping and gagging on it, spit dripping down the sides as the guy was moaning and using his hands to pull her head as she worked up and down his pole. Within minutes he tensed up and started to cum. My wife kept working on his cock at the same pace as he let out a loud moan and squirted several shots of hot liquid down my wife's throat. She swallowed every last drop. I was shocked at her actions since she would never do that for me. She always told me that it was gross. Bitch!
