It had been a few hours now since I had seen what I was pretty sure was my wife sucking another mans cock on cameras I had setup in our new house that we've not moved into yet. I couldn't see everything, but I could tell she was doing something to him, and pretty obviously he came. But there was also a block of time after that, where they were in the house, that I couldn't see anything, and I didn't know anything about.
After that had happened, I exchanged a few texts with my wife K, trying to see if she would say anything, but her responses were just like everyday, really. No hint in anything that she said that it was different than any other day. I had started to wonder if I had imagined what I had seen on the cameras, and wishing that I had recorded it so I could have watched it again. But, when I was finally driving home, she sent me a text saying "I'm horny, please hurry home."
I was already in a hurry to get home, so really her saying that had no impact, except maybe I was even more excited, if that was possible. I wasn't sure how to ask about what I had seen or what she thought I knew. I was aroused, jealous, curious, and a bit confused. Probably more than anything I was aroused though. Thinking about what did or didn't happen, on the way home, I was lazily touching myself. When I finally pulled into our driveway, I was pretty hard.
I had thought of a hundred different things to ask K, and had run them all through in my head. The truth was that I had no idea what to say when I walked through the door. I was as nervous as I've been in my adult life.
When I did open the door, I saw my wife standing in front of me, naked. She looked spectacular. I tried to take my time and take her all in, and she was great to look at. Her beautiful breasts, a full D-cup, standing straight out and her erect nipples pointing at me. Her beautiful long legs, all of it. I loved looking at my wife. Especially naked.
Something was slightly different, though, this time. She was sweaty. As I got close to her, she had a musky, sex smell too. As I embraced her, she whispered to me, "Maybe, I should have showered, but I thought you'd like me better like this."
Once again my head was swirling, wondering exactly what that meant. I had told her before that I liked her sweaty, that I liked some natural scent, she didn't need to be cleanly showered to turn me on. But she had never acted on that before. Whatever was going through my head no longer mattered though, because she was ripping my pants off and asking me to fuck her.