What Were The Chances Pt 03

What were the chances? Pt. 3

The next day........

The alarm clock woke me up at 6am Monday morning reminding me that it's time to get out of bed. I turned the alarm off and reached across the sheets to touch my wife, but she wasn't there. Lucy didn't come to bed last night! That could only mean one thing. Chris is still here!

Memories flooded my mind of Lucy and Chris fucking each other's brains out last night, but I couldn't stay up late because I have a business to run in the morning, so I went to bed at 11pm and left them to their own devices. After shaking the fog from my head I went to the foyer to peek through the curtains and saw Chris' white Subaru still parked in the driveway. He didn't go home last night. He's still here.

Standing at the top of the basement steps I couldn't see or hear anything. I descended into the basement only to be greeted by darkness. The only light coming from a dimly lit wallflower from across the room. I stood still listening for sheets rustling or groaning coming from my wife's basement playroom, but I didn't hear a thing. Lucy had closed the playroom door sometime last night so she could have a more intimate encounter with Chris.

I leaned my ear closer to the closed door hoping to hear them doing something other than sleeping. I tried to turn the door knob, but it wouldn't budge. The door was locked! There's another way in through the bathroom just down the hall. Damn I wanted to peek in, but I need to respect her privacy. If she doesn't want me in her room then I guess I don't go in. Meanwhile, I have to take a shower and go to work.

My mind drifted to my wife and Chris having fun while I slept. I have a hard on, but I don't have time to rub one off so I'll have to wait till I get home. Lucy promised me sloppy seconds, and I'm going to get some tonight. After eating some toast and cereal I scampered through the mud room to the garage and left for work.

I put my phone on my desk, so I would know right away when Lucy sends a text. There is a huge knot in my stomach and I can hardly wait for my wife to fill me in on all the details about last night. I waited, and waited and waited for her to text or call, but she never did. All I could think about was my wife and her boyfriend making love in my basement. Those thoughts of Chris and Lucy wouldn't leave my mind no matter what I did.

Just before lunch, around 11:30, I texted my wife, "

Good morning honey, how are you today?

" I expected a quick response but nothing happened, crickets! I was getting worried, this isn't like Lucy. I texted her again, "

Lucy, are you okay

?" Nothing, crickets again!

I need to know what's going on. There's only one person I can call in the neighborhood to check on things, my neighbor Brent. Brent is retired military, and he is home almost every day. We're tight with each other. We can talk about personal stuff and know it won't be told to anybody else. In the past he has checked on the goings-on around my house when I'm at work. Several years ago Brent clued me in on a boyfriend of my wife's coming over, without my permission! I dealt with her now ex-boyfriend. He doesn't sniff around her anymore after I was done with him. Looks like I'll need Brent's help again today. It's noon and still no response from my wife.

I called Brent and asked if there was a white Subaru in my driveway. He told me no, nothing in the drive. Then I asked for a big favor. I asked him to look in the garage door window for Lucy's car. It must have been 10 minutes later when he checked in and said Lucy was home. Her car is in the garage, all looked normal to him.

I decided to call Lucy, and if she doesn't pick up I'm going home in a hurry.

Her phone went to voicemail, so I left a message to call me. A few minutes later I called again however this time Lucy answered. In a sleepy, whisper like voice I heard my wife say, "

Hello Michael

."

I was so happy to hear her voice. "

Lucy I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours. Are you okay

?"

"

I'm fine Michael. I was sleeping

.

I didn't hear my phone....sorry

."

"

Lucy honey, it's 12:30, and you're still sleeping, are you sure you're okay

?"

"

Yes honey I'm good. We were up late last night. I'm just tired, that's all

."

"

What time did you go to sleep

?"

"

After 5

," is all she said.

"

You were up till 5? What were you doing all night

?"

"

What do you think Michael?"

After short pause Lucy said

, "Honey, I'm tired and sore, and I need more sleep. I'll tell you all about it when you get home

."

We hung up, and now that I feel better I'll get some work done. Lucy dominated my thoughts all afternoon, but when 4:30pm came around I shut my computer down and turned my office lights off to go home. My dick was hard as a rock all the way home thinking about what Lucy did last night and what I'm going to do to her when I get home. I drove home and I don't remember the ride. I snapped out of my dream when I parked my car in the garage. Time to reclaim my wife!

I stormed through the garage door happy to see Lucy, but instead of a greeting I got a sleepy woman sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. Lucy looked rough with her droopy eyes, smeared makeup and her hair a mess. Chris rode her hard last night and hung her up wet!

I stood behind my sitting wife and leaned over to give her a "I love you" hug. I brushed the hair aside covering her face and kissed her neck. I repeated the kisses then I turned her face toward me and kissed her on the lips. Nothing could cool my desire for her and our kisses grew more deep and sensuous with every passing moment. When I stuck my tongue in Lucy's mouth I wanted to taste Chris on her lips.

I whispered into her ear, "

Did you have fun last night

?"

Lucy nodded her head and in a raspy voice, "

I had a great time, Chris is a lot of fun to be with.....sit down so we can talk for a minute."

"

What is it Lucy

?"

"

I had a rough night, but I'm okay. Honey I know I promised, but my body's sore and tired. My pussy hurts. Can you wait until tomorrow night? I'll make it up to you

!"

"

Awe Lucy! You know how badly I need you. All I thought about today was you.

"

"

But I'm sore Michael

.

Chris fucked me raw last night! We shut the doors because I was making too much noise. I was afraid that my screaming would wake you up!

"

I helped her out of the kitchen chair, so I could wrap my arms around her and kiss her luscious lips. Smeared makeup and lipstick wasn't going to stop me from showing my wife how much I want her.

Lucy moved in closer, so I could wrap my arms around her soft warm body. I couldn't stop myself. I had to feel her skin that was hiding under the sweat clothes. I pulled the gray sweatshirt up and put my hands on her back, so I could stroke her warm skin.

"

Michael don't get me started. I'm still too sore to do anything

."

I slowly moved my hands to her breasts tickling her sides as I explored the soft mounds of joy on her chest. Lucy's nipples were hard, and I lightly pinched and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. It was working. My wife moaned in my ear, "

You better stop

."

I softly moved my hand down to her belly just above the waistband of her pants lightly touching and teasing her skin with my fingertips. I slid my fingers under her sweats searching for that small tuft of hair above her clit.

Lucy looked into my eyes, her mouth partially opened and purred to me, "

I'm nasty Micheal, you don't want to touch the mess between my legs."

Her words only stoked the fire I had in my belly. She made me want her more, and she knew it.

I reached lower past her hair searching for the camel toe that I wanted to feel. I needed to find out how wet and used Lucy's pussy felt after Chris finished with her. My wife moved her feet further apart to spread her legs, so I could search her wetness. Lucy was soaked and sticky. In a low growl I asked her, "

How many times did he cum in you?"

My wife was gently grinding against my hand getting more turned on when she said, "

I lost count Michael. He fucked me so many times last night I can't remember...maybe 5 or 6 times...it's hard to say. The night was like one continuous orgasm for me. I fucked Chris till I had nothing left to give. Honey, you gave me to Chris yesterday and he took me. He took me over and over again."

Her voice began to trail off then she looked deep into my soul with her big green eyes and said, "

After you went to bed Chris got real physical with me. He was aggressive and rough...his hands were all over me...like I belonged to him."

She waited for a moment then told me

, "I couldn't resist him. I let him do anything he wanted because I liked it!"

I pulled the sweatshirt covering her body over her head. Lucy had bruises, handprints, and marks all over. When I pulled her pants to the floor her legs and ass had his paw prints bruised into her skin. I was alarmed at what I saw........... "

Lucy did he hurt you

?" My mind was racing with thoughts of beating Chris and hurting him worse than he hurt my wife.

Lucy knew what I was thinking. She stepped closer to me and gently put her hands on each side of my face. Looking into my eyes she spoke these words..... "

Honey, don't get mad. I know how it looks, but I liked it, I wanted it rough!" W

hat she said next made my jaw hit the floor

.

"Michael, can Chris come over Wednesday? Please? He won't come over and play unless you tell him it's okay."