Thirteen years of marriage with all it's ups and downs, I shook my head in disbelief as I made my way home after work. The same street signs, shops and mundane suburban sights flashed by making little difference to my habitual automated responses as I drove home. My wife and I had achieved the goals we'd set when we were younger and hungry for money and social status, a very expensive house, my Lexus, her BMW, a boat etc... At thirty-five, I guess I had it good and my wife at thirty-four and successful in her own business was just as 'happy' or so I thought. Sheryl (my wife) was a real 'score' according to all the guys, shoulder length brunette hair, green eyes, 127 lbs, 5'7 and the most stunning tits - 36D cup.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, my midlife crisis had begun. I felt jaded to everything and success was about as exciting as watching grass grow. I was jolted out of my sullen thoughts as a bright new sign caught my attention... The Gentleman's Club. I found a place to park my car and wandered back down the street until I stood beneath the sign. There was a soft red light shining through an open door showing a flight of stairs going up, I decided that I'd go and just have a look. Well, I had a look and more, for the next two months I became a regular and all of my colleagues began commenting on my sudden exuberance.
Needless to say my wife noticed also, at first she asked me innocent questions and then they developed into prying demands until she took matters into her own hands and decided to follow me one evening.
Somehow she managed to find out every detail about my so-called discreet visits. She knew which women I preferred, how many times I'd been with each and exactly how many times I'd cum during each session. Don't ask me how she discovered so much but she kept her newfound knowledge to herself for the next fortnight. I had no idea at all that I'd been 'caught' and continued to assume that all was sweet as candy. One evening I returned home, walked into the hallway and noticed a little note pinned beneath the phone.
"Call me at 8pm ph. *******". It was 5 minutes to 8 so I waited and then called the number she'd given. After a few seconds I heard someone lift the receiver but no one said anything. I said hello about five times and was about to hang up when I heard a whimper in the background. I strained to hear what was going on, it sounded like someone in trouble. The moaning was repetitive and fairly regular, I shouted my wife's name and listened for a reply thinking she must be playing some stupid game or something. The moaning faded out and was replaced by a wet squishing sound and then with an abrupt click, someone hung the phone up on the other end of the line.
I was really worried and even contemplated calling the cops, but I ended up trying to redial the number again and again but kept getting a busy signal. I decided to wait and see if Sheryl would call me and explain what was happening, after 2 hours had passed I heard a car pull into the drive and then the garage door opened and I realized my wife had returned. I rushed downstairs to the garage and went straight in to ask what the fuck was going on. I got downstairs and there was my wife climbing out of the car looking as if nothing abnormal had happened at all, conservatively dressed as usual and not a hair out of place.
I demanded an explanation and all she had to say was, "I'm sorry honey, I guess I was just too busy to talk!" I tried to push her for an answer but that was all I got and then she said she was tired and was going to bed. "Busy doing what?" I yelled at her as she disappeared up the stairs. As obvious as it is now I was totally unaware of what she'd been doing, not my conservative little wife, no way no how!
Two days later I got home and found another note taped to our video player telling me to press play, I did. There was just darkness for awhile and then a phone rang in the background, the ringing stopped and someone turned a light on revealing a woman draped over the end of a bed. The camera was focused on her ass from the side, and then a rather large cock appeared on the screen and the torso of a well-built man. This guy placed his hands on the woman's ass cheeks and pulled them apart as his stiff cock pointed towards her vagina, he shuffled forward on his knees until his cock pressed at this woman's cunt and then he slid it in with ease.
There was an unmistakable sound of whimpering coming from the woman and each thrust of the guys cock brought more moaning from her mouth. I saw her hand appear in the shot and in it was a phone receiver which she placed near her pussy as the guy pounded his sizeable shaft into her. I stopped the tape and stood there dumbfounded, now I knew what that call was about. I had to sit down, my mind was spinning in turmoil, was it possible that was my wife's ass on that video? I pressed play again to try and identify if it was my wife or not, the camera remained focused on this guy thrusting into the woman on the bed. He started grunting and I could tell he was emptying his balls into the woman's pussy, she reached back and pushed him out of her and pointed to the camera. I saw him stand and then the camera moved to a new angle directly behind the woman and then zoomed in on her spread pussy lips, the woman's hands appeared and she placed them either side of her cunt and pulled it wide apart.
Cum was flowing from her well fucked hole and dribbling down between her legs and it was then that on the woman's left hand, I noticed the ring I had placed on my wife's finger the day of our wedding. The camera shifted a little and then to my further surprise a huge black cock dropped into view, sliding down my wife's ass crack and over her dripping cunt through all of the juices that were sticking to her pubic hair and all over her opening. Sheryl was still holding her cunt wide open as this new guy rubbed his manhood all over her rear end. His ebony flesh was all slick with cum and pussy juice as he guided his cockhead to my wife's slippery vagina. He slid his 9 inch cock straight into my wife and began thrusting at an incredible pace, each thrust pressing my wife's hips into the end of the bed as he rammed his cock into her harder and harder.
