Weekday mornings are hectic at our house--my spouse and I are getting ready for work. Patty takes the bus to town and leaves the house a half-an-hour earlier than me. She is always running late and in a rush everyday. This particular morning, after Patty hurried and left for the stop, I noticed, she forgot her bus pass. Me being a good husband--I jumped into my car to bring her pass. I hoped to make it to her stop, before the bus's arrival.
I was close enough to the bus stop to see Patty still standing there; but, my good deed was being thwarted by a red light over a busy intersection across from her. I tapped on the steering-wheel waiting for the light to change. In the meantime, an old pick-up truck pulled over at the bus stop. I recognized it as a neighbor's truck. (This is a guy, whom I barely say hello to.) She smiled as she got in; he handed her a coffee; they then pulled away. I figured it must be a carpool, although I don't know where he works. It appears, she didn't need her bus pass, after all.
The traffic light finally changed to green. I had to follow them for a short distance to find a place to turn around and head back home. It wasn't more than a quarter-mile down the road, when I saw my neighbor lean back in his seat. He looked like he raised his hips, and he made a motion with both of his arms as if he had pulled down his pants.
Could I be imagining this? I don't know--my wife was looking down to his lap. I then saw his arm reach toward Patty, and he tried to grab her hand. She retracted from his grip with a quick jerk back. Her head was shaking no, but she continued staring at some exciting attraction her carpool-partner has exposed. He was pleading his case to her now, while Patty sipped her coffee and seemed to be deliberating. He again reached over to her (with a slow heedful gesture this time), taking the coffee away, and pulling her hand toward his lap. The love of my life had given in--she let her hand go with his and moved closer to him.
Patty had her body postured toward his, with her arms pumping in rhythm ahead of her. He was saying something to her; she was nodding in agreement. They started kissing with their hidden hands working away. I followed close behind (hoping she see me and stop this obvious infidelity). How far would she go with this? My Patty is playing with another dude's cock! I decided to drop back a short distance to compose myself.
The old pick-up slowed and turned to enter a bowling alley parking-lot. I found a decent spy-spot in an adjacent lot, where I could 'hunker down' and watch the action. I saw them locked in a passionate kiss. He then grasped Patty by the hair and pushed her head down to his lap. She disappeared from my view and didn't come back up. His head tilted back on the rest and was turning side to side. It's doubtless--my wife's sucking his cock.
Patty and I are in our mid-thirties. We've been together and happily married for more than four years. We first met, when I started working part-time at the retail outlet where she's employed. I was in between jobs; she explained my duties to me on my opening day at the seasonal position. I fell in love with Patty. It was her warm smile, charming looks, and indeed, her nice ass that made me foo-foo for her [a sudden loss of the ability to think with your brain and not with your dick]. She is five feet, four inches tall, with light-blond, shoulder-length hair. She has a trim figure and nice full breasts. (They're real knockers, too!) I was lucky to find Patty. Our wedding day was only six months after my first day on the job and meeting her.
Patty has a pleasant demeanor (being in sales for her livelihood), and she likes to flirt. I have watched her flirting with other guys, and I'm amused at some of the reactions from her prey. She does it for fun, gets good and horny, but Patty never really cheats on me (that is, up until now). Lovemaking between us has been fine, in fact, we have sex almost everyday. Porno movies, toys, and particularly erotic stories (those with cheating wives and husbands watching) enhance our 'open to just about anything' attitude toward sex. I'm guessing this cheating (I've happened upon here) has something to do with a conversation we had a few weeks ago. We were watching a movie that showed guys with super-big cocks.
I asked Patty, "Have you ever been with a guy who had a cock like this featured monster? Look how big his cock is!"
"I see it, Bob--he has a giant cock--but size isn't as important as how you use it," she said, but I could see, she was on fire with lust while watching the movie. She had all four of her fingers sloshing in her pussy. "No, I've never had, nor even saw a cock as big as this guy's. Besides, your six inches are plenty enough for me, sweetie." (She was helping me out here.)
"Really? Wouldn't you like to push yourself to the limit with a cock like this one in the movie? You see, Patty...I want to watch you," I admitted.
She looked at me curiously, "I don't know about you, Bob."
"No, seriously, I just think you need more than I can give you. We are getting old, you know. I want to watch--as you get fulfilled to the max with a big dick," I explained.
"Don't tempt me--you best forget about it. What happens if I do like it? I might come to death," she joked.
"I doubt that--you really enjoy sex. I just thought you would love to feel your pussy stuffed with cock, that's all," I said.
"Well, I have been fantasizing about well-hung guys, lately. I even had a dream...I was blowing a black man in a car...but suddenly the head of his cock turned into a chocolate ice-cream cone," she recollected with a giggle.
We had great oral sex (adding a little chocolate ice-cream) and a hot fuck session that evening (lasting for more than an hour). Patty came a couple of times, while we pretended she was with multiple partners and all had big cocks.
My neighbor's head bounced on the headrest with his mouth open and eyes closed. My wife, soon after, popped back up, wiped her lips, and licked her fingers. I shook my head in disgust--she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. He started his truck, turned onto the highway, and headed back to the bus stop. I followed them--figuring he would drop her off there. Wrong again--they passed the stop and turned onto our street. That means: the blowjob in the parking-lot was to kill time; they were waiting for me to leave the house; they think I'm off to work, and now, 'the coast is clear' to continue with this affair in my home. His truck drove into our driveway--Patty got out and opened the garage--he pulled inside as the door closed behind him.
I parked up the street to gather my thoughts. I can't go to work--I'm not shaved nor dressed properly. Patty is up to no good. I must sneak into my own house to catch her. While calling off sick for work, I gave them a few more minutes to get comfortable with their sexual tryst. No fear of being seen by them, as I walked to our house--all the curtains were closed. Slipping in the back-way, I could hear their voices coming from the living room.
"You know, Michael, you could be a porno star with this cock. I love how big and hard it gets." I heard Patty tell him.
