In a previous story I told you I've been a trucker for 20 years now and that sex is scarce when the little lady is thousands of miles away back home. I have always loved my wife (still do) and I've cheated on her with prostitutes on occasion, but truck stop whores don't really ring my bell, you know? I don't feel guilty because Cathy hasn't been faithful to me. I know she's had several affairs and an untold number of one-night stand lovers. In this story, I'll tell you how I found out about it.
Cathy and I got married after I got her pregnant in high school. She lost the baby, but I married her anyway. The marriage was never very intimate, and things quickly went cold. We bought a small older bungalow in the 'burbs but my early jobs driving a local delivery truck barely paid our bills. We never had any kids. Neither of us wanted any. We fought often, and sex was infrequent. And when we did have sex, it was pretty mechanical. As soon as I started any foreplay, she'd usually say she was too tired, or just lay there like a limp rag doll and let me do my thing.
When I had a chance to switch to long distance trucking, I jumped at it. The money was better which made her happy, and we spent a lot less time together, which made us both happy. My current schedule has me crisscrossing the country constantly, and I'm only home two weekends a month.
When my neighbor hinted one day that I ought to pay more attention to what my wife did when I was away, I wasn't totally shocked. I had suspected something was going on for a long time before he made me confront my suspicions. He was a retired widower with little else to do than watch what was happening on our quiet little street. Summer days, he sat on his tiny front porch from morning till dark, reading his paper, watching the neighborhood kids, and spying on his neighbors, especially Cathy. His house is almost directly across from ours, and if we don't close the shades, he can see right into our front windows.
Weekends I was home I almost always walked over and had a beer with him. He was a lonely guy (died last year), old enough to be my father. I often watched sports on TV over there because Cathy hates sports. A couple times, I slept on his couch after Cathy kicked me out after a fight.
Even though we got to be good friends, he didn't tell me what he saw until I pressed him for details after he dropped that big hint. Apparently my wife had become quite "friendly" with the two Mexican guys we had hired to mow our lawn. I was away from home too much to keep up with lawn mowing and when I did get home, mowing wasn't high on my list of to-do items. They worked cheap, but apparently liked the fringe benefits of the job.
I was always on the road when they came by to cut the lawn on Wednesdays. My neighbor told me they'd work for an hour or so, then they packed up their truck and walked around out of sight in the backyard for another hour or so.
"I don't know for sure what they do back there. Maybe they weed your garden?" he said to me.
"We don't have a garden."
"Well, maybe they just sit on your back patio and have some lemonade," he suggested unconvincingly.
"Yeah, I'm sure that's it," I said sarcastically.
From that day on, I thought about the situation at least a couple times every day. You don't have much else to do when you're on the road all day. I often thought about dropping by one afternoon and surprising them, but I think part of me preferred not to know. It was easier to love her and stay married to her when there was still some doubt.
But when a perfect opportunity presented itself I took it. My rig broke down near Kingvale and it had to be towed to a repair shop a good distance away. The repair was going to take awhile, so the company sent another driver to pick up my load and haul my trailer the rest of the way to Jersey. I was free to head home, so I hopped a bus and took a cab to the end of my block. Then I walked to my neighbor's house and crashed with him for the night. I told him I wanted to see for myself what happened on the hot hazy Wednesday afternoons of mid-July.
I slept late and shared a mid-morning coffee with the old guy, then took up station near his front window to watch the front of my house. He handed me some binoculars and a handheld-dish sound amplifier. This guy was a serious snoop.
Things were quiet until the pickup truck pulled up in front of my house around 1 pm. The two Mexican guys got out and began mowing and edging. They were two short guys but were quite muscular, with big shoulders and biceps. It must be all that physical labor. It was a hot afternoon and temps were in the mid-90's. They glistened with sweat and their sleeveless mesh shirts were soaked through.
Just like the old guy had said, they packed up their truck and disappeared behind my house. It was time to investigate. I walked up our driveway and went around the back and peeked around the corner. Nothing. They were obviously inside.
I cursed and tried to listen under a closed window, but our old clanky AC condenser unit drowned out any noises. So I moved around to the kitchen window and thought I heard some faint voices from deep inside. I slipped in the backdoor and walked quietly down the hall toward our bedroom.
The door was partly open and as I got closer, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. It sounded fake like a cheap porn movie, but when I peeked around and looked inside, I could see that the sex was very real. I had long suspected my wife had multiple affairs, but I was surprised to actually find her fucking two guys at the same time. But there she was, my quiet little mousy wife totally naked and fucking the help like a wanton hooker. I stared, mesmerized, then backed away and stood with my back against the wall wondering what to do next.
I had rehearsed what I would say many times during my long segments on the road. But now that the event was upon me, my heart was pounding and I was suddenly tongue-tied. For some reason, I wasn't angry. In fact, it was sort of arousing in a kinky kind of way. I decided to watch between the narrow crack of the door hinges for awhile.
Cathy was on all fours across the center of our bed. One of the Mexicans was on the left behind her, fucking her doggy style. The other one had his head thrown back and eyes closed, and his cock was sliding in and out of my wife's mouth.
I had seen double-fucking in porn movies and Internet sites, but I had never actually seen it live and in person. And I certainly had never seen Cathy fucking another man, let alone two at the same time. I watched silently. All three were really into in and making so much noise they were totally unaware I was watching from just outside the door. The guy fucking her cunt began thrusting faster and harder. When he screamed I knew he had cum. He pulled out of her, ripped off his condom and dropped it in the wastebasket next to our nightstand. Then he sat on the bed and watched the other guy face-fuck my wife. Moments later he too came in loud deep grunts and hip thrusts. He held Cathy's head on both sides and pumped his load into her small mouth. She must have swallowed a lot of it, but a long string of cum and saliva dribbled from her chin and onto the bedspread. He pulled out and wiped his dick across her cheeks, then collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily.
They hadn't seen me, so I stepped back into the hall just out of sight. Cathy spoke to them in Spanish. I didn't even know she spoke Spanish. I didn't understand the words, but the tone of their voices made it clear they were telling each other how great the sex had been. The three of them lay on the bed with my wife in the middle and their arms around her. The one on the right was feeling up her tit, and the other one was stroking his crotch.
I waited and listened for several long minutes while they chatted, groped and kissed her. I heard some laughter and more talk in Spanish, then the rustling of bed covers and the squeaking of bed springs that told me they were moving. A quick peek through the narrow door opening confirmed they had switched positions and were starting up again. For a better look, I watched them through the partly-open doorway. They were far too busy to notice me.
This time Cathy was laying on her back sideways across our bed with her head and neck on one side of the bed. One guy was inserting his dick into her slit from the missionary position. As soon as he started fucking away at her cunt, the other one dangled his half-erect penis on top of her face. Her head fell backward and her mouth opened wide. She reached up with both hands and grasped his dick and fed it into her stretched lips. As soon as she tightened her lips around it, he began rocking his hips forward and back slightly. I stood there mesmerized, watching while they fucked her from both ends. I am embarrassed to say this, but my dick stirred at the sight of it.
