This is a true accounting of my wife and her school life.
My wife and I have been married for 18 years and have two children, ages 15 and 13. I am 42 years old and am an engineer. Dot, my wife, is 40 years old and a nursing student at a local university. She waited until our children were in school before she started school, so she could be home to take care of the children. After each child was born she exercised and got herself back into shape. Even now at 40 she could pass for late 20s. She has perky, firm 36B breasts with nipples that are dark red and stick out like pencil erasers (they stick out about 1/2 inch), a flat firm stomach and enjoys wearing sexy cloths. She likes the attention she can attract and I am proud to be seen with her. Our sex life is good; we have sex 2 or 3 times a week and enjoy trying different positions and tricks. I buy all the bras and panties for Dot, since I like to see her in sexy things. While I was her draw to determine what I should get next I found a half-full case of birth control pills. This aroused my suspicions, since I had a Vasectomy after our second child was born. Why other then cheating on me would she need birth control? I got really angry and yet aroused at the thought of her having sex with another man. With whom, when and where was she cheating? I needed to find out.
My work gives me the flexibility to come a go, as I need. So I started planning. She goes to school most mornings and has a break between 10 am and noon, then back to school in the afternoon. She goes to the library several evening to study. These would be my starting points.
The next day she had a break, in her school schedule, I drove home just before her break and parked at a friend's house around the corner. I waited down in the basement by the window that looks out over the driveway. If she was cheating I could move up stairs in our ranch house or leave through the basement if she was by herself. About the time I though she would get home she pulled in the driveway and got out of the car. I was disappointed that she way by her self, but not for long. A second car pulled in behind her and she smiled as her young stud, of about 20, got out of his car and they hurried up to the front door. I listened as the front door closed and the footsteps proceeded to the master bedroom. I slowly worked my way to the top of the basement stairs so I could listen and sneak out into the hallway. I was upset and excited as I heard them talking and laughing from the bedroom.
I waited at the top of the basement steps, about 10 minutes, until I heard the sounds of the bed moving and the familiar panting of my wife. My cock was harder then it has ever being, as I anticipated my next move. I was going to see my 40-year-old, mother of two, wife being fucked by her 20-year-old college student stud. I quietly open the basement door and crawled down the hallway to the open door of the master anticipating the site I was about to see. I peeked around the door and into the room; look directly at the foot of the bed. There was the site of a life. My wife was on her knees with pillows under her stomach and her breasts and head pressed into the bed. Her lover was kneeling behind her with his cock shoved into her wet excepting cunt. He was pumping it in and out with his ball slapping against the under side of her belly. She was panting and groaning like I had not heard in years. She was having the fuck of her life and I was able to watch.