My wife of fifteen years was out of town for a five day business trip so I had a couple of beers after work with some buddies. I arrived home about eight o’clock to find a package waiting for me on my front doorstep. I wasn’t drunk by any means but I did have a good buzz and I did have a little trouble bending over and picking up the package.
It was an overnight letter-sized package that had something much thicker than a letter but about as light. After unlocking the door I went inside and carried the package with me to the bedroom, throwing it on the bed as I undressed and pissed. I got into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and then looked at the package before opening it. The return address was a post office box in Texas but it was addressed to me.
I shrugged, opened the package and dumped out an video cassette tape. There was a note with one word written on it.
Enjoy.
I was still a bit buzzed but sobering quickly as I became intrigued by the package and its contents. I popped it into the VCR in the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed to see just what I was supposed to enjoy.
The picture came on and I saw a bedroom with a four-poster bed. This was obviously a home-made video. I watched as the picture bounced around as someone adjusted the camera. Finally a man walked around and sat on the edge of the bed. He had on a robe and looked to be in his thirties, though it was hard to tell. His hair was black and he was ruggedly handsome and looked like he was solidly built. He looked at the camera and smiled before speaking.
Telling the story now is different than living it. I had to rewind the tape a few times to make sure I heard him correctly. Not because he wasn’t speaking clearly but because of what he said.
He called me by name, he said, to make sure I knew this tape was meant for me. Then he proceeded to tell me things about my wife. Things about him and my wife. About how he knew that I was home alone watching this while she was away on a business trip. He laughed. My wife, he said, was flying to Texas to see him. To be fucked by him for five days.
I shook my head in denial as he spoke but something told me he was telling the truth. He said he had been fucking her for about six years, probably twice a year, sometimes more often. He said that she paid for him to fly to her real business meetings so that he could fuck her before and after her business. He said there was no reason for him to be telling me this unless it was true. I wondered why he was telling me anyway. He even said he had flown to our hometown several times and fucked her each day while I thought she was at work.
My head was spinning. Looking back at those times I had suspected something. There were several times she had come home looking very tired though satisfied. Once I had noticed she was walking like something hurt and had asked. She had said she had hurt her knee at work. Later, though, I walked in on her in the bath and saw that her pussy looked red, like it did after we fucked.
Another time she had come home in a hardcore mood and made me eat her pussy, which tasted strange, and was very creamy and thick with juice. I just thought she was horny and juicing like she did sometimes.
This man was now telling me he had made her come home after fucking him to make me eat his cum out of her. He was laughing, asking if I remembered.
I remembered.
Then he got serious and told me what the tape was. It was parts of dozens of tapes of he and my wife fucking, tapes she had willingly made with him. He said that there were plenty of highlights but that he picked out two hours worth for me to see. I was feeling sick to my stomach as I listened but I couldn’t turn it off.
Finally the guy said he was going to show me why my wife kept seeing him, and would keep seeing him. He stood, dropped the robe and revealed a muscular hard body. But that wasn’t what caught my attention.
It was his cock.
It wasn’t even hard and it looked as big as mine is when it is hard. I have seven inches, no slouch, but this guy had seven inches when soft. And his balls were unbelieveably big. They hung down almost to the head of his cock. He picked his package up and lifted it so I could see.
I’ll never forget his words.
WIth one hand he held his cock and balls up towards the camera and with the other he tapped the side of his skull. He said, “These are why she keeps coming back.” Then, he said the video was about to begin, but added as he faded from view. “My cock is eleven inches long when hard. Eleven inches. Like the center of a paper towel roll.”
Then he was gone and I heard my wife’s voice. My stomach knotted for sure.
But, I listened. She was laughing and making noises that I knew were sexual. When she finally came into view I saw she was naked. She was looking off the camera and talking to someone, who I knew to be the guy. I didn’t need to hear the words to know she was ready to fuck. I’d heard the tone enough in my life. But something was different. The tone wasn’t like it was with me. It was more full of lust and desire. And it was real.
I watched as she got on her knees and began to beg the person to let her suck his cock.
Her voice got to me in spite of my feelings.
My cock began to stir and get hard as I listened to her beg. My own lust began to slip into my body even though I really thought I didn’t want it to. It didn’t take a minute and my cock was hard. My hands were touching my hard-on even without my conscious thought.
When I saw my wife smile I knew what was coming. The person off screen, the guy who made the tape, walked into view.
I can tell you now that I was stunned at the size of his cock. It jutted from his hips like nothing I had imagined. When he had said he was eleven inches I didn’t comprehend. Later, I went and got the center of a paper towel roll and held it to my crotch. He wasn’t exagerrating. His cock was that big, with a head that was flared and much bigger diameter than his shaft. And those balls. They swung as he walked, and looked even larger than they had in the first part of the video.