I walked in and heard sounds of sex coming from my wife. At this point I figured she was just online and using one of her tools to get off, but that changed when I heard the grunt of a man. I stopped in my tracks.
I had assumed the vehicle parked out front was for one of her female clients; my wife does makeup for women in a private setting, teaching them how to apply it as well as giving them facials (oh, I wish). So I entered the house with my usual quiet reserve so as not to intrude upon them should they be talking "girl talk" and the like. My usual habit is to move to another room on the other side of the house and go to work on my laptop and then emerge later when all is clear.
This wasn't one of those times. As I stood there listening to the grunting of another man and the sounds of my wife's breathing and moaning, my heart started pumping fast in my chest and my cock instantly filled with blood, slipping past my briefs and sliding to full length between my jeans and my leg. The pressure there was incredible and I moved my hand to it to adjust it slightly. This did little to relieve strain.
At this point my whole world centered on the sounds coming from the bedroom: of all places, our own bed. I let out a breath, had no choice in the matter, it was the kind of breath one lets out when first sinking into one's wife after a long time of being without her. And here, another man was providing a firm force to my wife, a rhythmic pounding accompanied by his grunting bursts and her "oh…oh…ohhh yeah."
I was so thoroughly engrossed in what I was hearing I could barely think. I knew instinctively though that I didn't want to disturb them – fuck! Disturb them? There was a small part of me wanting to rush in there and say "what the fuck is going on?!" and tear at the two of them physically – not in a pleasant way for him, but she would get a cock pounding as she had never had while he lay bleeding somewhere near the floor of the bed.
As I said, it was a small part of me that thought this; so small I knew it would never happen. Oh, the pounding she would get, but this guy would get off free, after all, it isn't his fault for wanting to fuck her - my God, I couldn't blame any man or woman for wanting her. She's hot, and exudes a sexual presence deep and primitive to many a male and female. Though at times she seems oblivious to it.
We had talked about sharing her many times; her comments of what she would do to another man during our sex usually filled me with such lust that cumming wasn't far off. And here she was, live, apparently having decided it was time to move beyond fantasy to fact.
I gathered enough of my functioning thought to slip my shoes off. I was going to watch this and I didn't want to disturb them by hearing my approach. I moved my hand down to my jeans and undid them, slowly. I reached down and pulled my cock up so that it wasn't straining at that downward angle. It felt great to have it up and extend above the band of my briefs.
A loud "Oh!" from the bedroom pulled at my thoughts again and I felt a surge and tightening below my balls at my perineum, a place where my wife sometimes ventures, pressing and sliding her fingers down and around as I am fucking her or as she is sucking me, sometimes touching my anus and sending a stimulus I had not experience from anyone before her.
My cock contracted, flexing as it does sometimes with a will of its own. I looked down and watched as a clear bead of precum formed at the opening.
I started to move around the corner and down the darkened hallway toward the bedroom. They were saying something, his male voice adding to the erotic contrast of her feminine tone. My heart was thumping hard and a tingling centered in my lower half of my body and reached out to my fingers, it was as though I had just gone several rounds with my fight training partners, heart and lungs nearly exploding with the energy demand the body requires - and all I was doing was slowly walking down a hallway listening to the sounds of another man fucking my wife. I touched the tip of my cock and slid the precum around.
I was nearly at the door and saw it partially opened ahead of me. My brain worked again, my wife knew of my arrival times, had to. I don't believe she could have forgotten it; my only problem with it was that she hadn't discussed this with me, at least warned me of it if nothing else, she knew how hot I was about the idea of it. She would have called at least…
I nearly hit myself on the head right then. The phone. I looked down at it at my waist and saw the telltale red blink of a message waiting for me. Damn! I slid my hand down and slipped the phone out of his holder. I turned it to me so the light from it wouldn't be seen in the bedroom, though I do believe they had other things on their mind.
