I've got it all now; Fast cars, big houses, exotic holidays, expensive clothes and jewellery, but none of it is mine. No, the monied side of my marriage is most definitely my wife, Cassandra.
I first met Cass when I was called to her house to do some plumbing work. She was married to Lord somebody-or-other at the time, but that didn't stop her relieving me of my overalls within an hour or so of my arrival and treating me to one of the best blow jobs I'd ever experienced. At the time I thought that I was just a bit of "rough trade" and that I would probably never see her again. But I couldn't have been more wrong. Over those early weeks I was called back time after time to her palatial home on the pretext of carrying out more work, but we always ended up with Cass naked and riding my cock to heaven!
As the weeks turned into months, it became quite obvious to me that I had fallen for her in a big way. It seemed that the feeling was mutual as well, because with little encouragement from me, Cass divorced her Lord and promptly married me. She kept the house in her settlement and a good amount of cash, and I moved in. At first everything was rosy in the garden. Cass and I seemed to fuck each other almost constantly and there seemed little sexually that she hadn't or wouldn't try.
My wife is a beautiful woman and I was overjoyed to have her all to myself. She usually wears her blonde hair loose and the curls cascade over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Her figure is trim and lithe with breasts that, whilst not over large, seem almost perfect to me. We fucked in just about every room in the house. We fucked in the garage, we fucked in the summer-house and we fucked outside on the deck. I had never experienced anal sex before, but when she bent over our antique four-poster bed and spread her buttocks, begging me to plug her in the ass, there was no way I was going to turn the opportunity down.
It seemed that Cass couldn't get enough of me and my cock. In fact, as the months went on, it occurred to me that even my solid eight inches of manhood was not completely satisfying my rich wife. I guess I should have seen what was coming!
I had been out for some lunch with a few of my friends from the old days and had told Cassandra not to expect me back too early. Unfortunately, only a couple of the guys had shown up at the bar and they had brought their girlfriends with them. We all chatted for a while, but it soon became obvious to me that the good old times that we used to share were now over. They seemed to resent me for my money - I guess that arriving in a brand new Lotus Sport hadn't helped - and I felt rather left out. After finishing my second beer, I decided to head back home.
The tyres of my sports car crunched gratifyingly on the gravel of the long sweeping driveway that led to the front of the house. I was still a little buzzed from my lunch-time beer and I silently cursed my so-called friends for dumping me in such a way.
As I parked and headed for the front door, I was surprised to see that my wife's Cherokee was partially hidden at the side of the house. I thought it a little strange as she had said that she was going into town to do some shoe shopping - a procedure that can take up most of a day - and I had been looking forward to having the place to myself for a little while. But I smiled at the thought of being alone with my sexy wife for a whole afternoon; The beer had made me feel a little horny and I knew that Cass would almost certainly be feeling the same way. An afternoon sex session might be fun!
With the stupid grin still plastered to my face, I decided to enter the house from the rear door and surprise my wife. The kitchen was silent and empty as I quietly closed the door behind me. My smile broadened; Cass must be upstairs, I thought. I knew that she kept a collection of vibrating toys for her own use and hoped that I would catch her "in the act!"
Silently, I padded up the stairs discarding my own clothes as I went. I wanted to be prepared for her. By the time I had reached the top step I was completely naked and sporting a throbbing erection which I massaged slowly in my hand. I caught my breath as I heard the familiar voice of my wife as she let out a quiet giggle. It seemed that I was right; Damn, this was going to be so much fun!
I was just about to burst in through the bedroom door and suggest that my wife bend over ready to accept my hard member when I heard a second, male voice. My heart almost stopped beating that very instant. I felt unable to breathe. My head swam and my brain refused to acknowledge what I was hearing.
"Come on, baby! Show George a little flesh!"
The male voice, that obviously belonged to someone called George, was deep and guttural and heavily accented. Cassandra giggled again. I couldn't stop myself. I just had to see what was happening. Keeping as silent as possible I gently opened the door a fraction and peered into the room. At first I just saw the man - George. Tall and as black as night, he sat on the edge of the bed with a smug grin on his face. His jean clad legs were open in a relaxed pose and his large hand gently massaged a growing bulge at his crotch. I had to remind myself to breathe and let out the breath very slowly and quietly; for some reason I knew that I didn't want the adulterous couple to discover me.
My eyes crossed the room to Cassandra. My wife wore a simple, patterned short dress that barely covered her tanned thighs. Her hands were on her hips as she twisted her body this way and that, obviously teasing her would be lover and building up the tension between them.
"Mmmm..yeah, move for me, honey!" George drawled as he continued to massage his bulge. It was obvious that the large black man was becoming aroused and excited.
Again, Cassandra giggled. She twisted her body towards George and slowly pulled up the hem of her dress. Bit by bit more of her slender thighs were exposed until....Wow! I almost choked! No panties!
This time it was George's turn to smile as he feasted his eyes on my wife's trimmed bush. It was a sight that also had me hard and throbbing again. George reached out his thick, muscular arms as he tried to grab for my wife but she wasn't having any of it. Ever the tease, every time that her lover got his hands close to her, she took a step back so that she was just out of his reach.
This manipulation was driving me as crazy as it must have been George. Still buck naked, I knew that I wanted the couple to continue. I suppose I had always expected Cass to cheat on me at some stage - as she did on her previous husband with me - but I never expected to actually watch her doing it! This, I now realised, was an unexpected pleasure.
"Am I getting you hot, baby!" Cassandra cooed as she moved back and forth.
