I had been thinking about it for some time. I was a supervisor on the second shift at a large utility company. The pay was good and I found the shift perfect for my needs. I could get a good night’s sleep and still do a few things before going to work at 3 PM. The only problem was that my wife was a legal secretary and worked the normal 9 to 5 job. It made her lonely in the evenings till I got home. I did my best to overcome this problem. I would often meet her someplace as soon as I got off work. We could spend a couple hours partying before we either had to go home, or the places closed down for the night.
Everyone under me pretty well knew his or her own job. I spent more and more of my time at work daydreaming and playing computer games. I almost looked forward to a problem to break the routine. It occurred to me that I often went a few hours without interacting with anyone at the plant. What would prevent me from sneaking home and surprising my wife, Penny?
The more I considered it, the better it seemed to me. I would go home, perhaps even get lucky, and get back to work before anyone suspected I had even left! I only lived about six miles from work and the roads were good and the traffic was light in the evening.
Finally, one evening when the computer froze up and I was going nuts with boredom, I decided to act on my festering scheme. I strolled around checking on several stations and acting interested in what the guys were doing. I wanted to be seen by a few people. If I weren’t seen again for half an hour, no one would ever guess I had left. Once I hit the deserted hallway that led to my office, I sprinted for the door. I was in my car and approaching my house in five minutes, tops!
That was when I noticed a Corvette parked in my driveway. It was off to the side, under the neighbor’s overhanging tree limbs. It struck me as strange. It was almost as if the driver preferred to go unnoticed. I smiled to myself as I considered that. Drive a damn Toyota or Honda if you don’t want to be remembered!
I recognized it immediately as Dan Marcum’s favorite possession. He was my wife’s boss and a senior partner in the law firm for which she worked. He thought more of that 67 ‘vette than most men did their firstborn. I wondered why he was visiting our place that time of evening. I wasn’t too keen on having my car spotted when I was supposed to be at work so I parked down the block, behind a church.
I quickly walked back to my house, constantly looking to see if anyone would see me. I was surprised at how nervous I was. I had a good job and didn’t want to lose it or be demoted. Then I realized that if I walked into the house and Dan saw me, the cat would be out of the bag. He was a sharp guy and would know I was playing a little hooky from work.
He couldn’t be staying very long I thought to myself. I decided to let myself in the back door and wait for him to leave. Then I would surprise Mary.
The kitchen was empty when I entered. I carefully peered into the living room and it was just as vacant. I began to sneak around the house, pausing to listen every minute or so. Finally, I heard noises upstairs, in the master bedroom. I realized that Dan wasn’t at my house at all. He must have parked his car and caught a ride for some reason.
Smiling, I started up the stairs. Penny would really be surprised to see me! I was dreaming of a quickie when I heard a man’s voice.
“Yeah, suck my cock! You love that cock, don’t you, Baby?”
I recognized Dan Marcum’s voice immediately! I had difficulty breathing and felt dizzy. I leaned against the wall for a full minute, trying to clear my head. All the time, I could hear Dan urging my wife on.
“Get that cock hard and wet! You know where it goes when you get it ready, Penny!” he groaned. “God, I love how you swallow the whole damn thing!”
Part of my mind began to function. Penny never sucked my cock! She always told me only tramps and sluts sucked a man’s cock! Now it sounded like she had lost that particular revulsion. I took another couple steps and I was able to see our wall mirror.
Penny was on her knees sucking Dan’s cock as he sat on my bed! He had his hands in her hair and was moving her up and down his joystick. I was in the darkened hallway and 90 degrees to his left, so he could not see me. Penny was unable to see anything but Dan’s stomach, if her eyes were even open.
Suddenly he pulled her off his cock and flopped her on the bed; face down, with her knees still on the floor. He got down behind her and rubbed his cock along her slit. One hand held Penny’s back while he used the other to control his rampant prick.
“Tell me whose pussy this is!” he demanded.
Penny wiggled her ass and tried to back into his hard on. It was apparent that Dan had her hot and wet!
“No you don’t, you nasty girl!” he laughed as he slapped Penny’s ass. Then he slapped it a few more times for good measure. It glowed a hot red. Penny was whimpering by the time Dan stopped his punishment.
“You have to tell me whose pussy this is!” he insisted. “You won’t get my cock until you answer my question.”
Penny turned her head back to face him and blurted, “It’s your pussy, damn it. It is yours, now fuck it with that hard cock.”
Still Dan wasn’t satisfied. “Do you mean it is your husband’s and mine, Bitch?” he asked.
“It is all yours. No one else’s. Not even my husband’s,” Penny responded.
“It is your pussy to use as you want. Please, fuck it!” she begged.
“I’ll fuck it when you tell me that your husband won’t be getting any of this cunt this week,” he stated. “I am not a man that shares his women with another man. Are you going to keep it for me, and let Ken fuck himself if he gets horny?”
“Yes, I won’t let Ken have any till next week, Dan,” Penny promised. “Please take me now!”
With that Ken drove his cock into my wife’s cunt all the way to the hilt. I could see her spasm as she orgasmed immediately. Dan settled into a hard, deep fuck and Penny loved every stroke.
I looked around for my shotgun, but realized I had no shells for it. Then I thought about a knife. I was in the kitchen going through the drawers when I began to think more clearly. They would ruin my life even worse if I killed them. There had to be ways to bring them pain without going to jail.
