He turned into the driveway, noticing the house was dim in the early dusk of the evening. As he stepped through the front door, he noticed a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom. A faint moaning caught his attention, coming from the front room.
He crept in, trying to be silent, to peek around the corner of the wall. To his disbelief, he saw a strange man with his head buried in his wife's lap. Her hands were wrapped in his hair, her legs around his ribs. She looked as if she were enjoying herself. He wanted to jump out, yell, scream, threaten, anything but this. He could only watch, transfixed as if by a wreck, eyes bulging as her cries of passion grew with her impending explosion.
Dimly, startled, he noticed his almost painful erection. He looked on with growing interest as the stranger brought her to yet another orgasm, her screams ringing through the otherwise empty house. The man got up, and he could see that this was no ordinary guy, at least nine or ten inches, and wide as a baby's' arm. She couldn't even get the whole head past her lips. Fascinated, he watched as she licked it like a lollypop, running her tongue up and down the sides.
