The party was in full swing. The large house held tons of mingling people who spilled outside in small packs of drinkers and smokers. I had been sitting in a lawn chair most of the evening drinking from a nearby keg on ice. My head was pleasantly heavy and my body vibrated to the pounding beat of music playing inside.
"Has anyone seen my wife?" I asked no one in particular. The group of semi-drunk individuals stared blankly back at me. Their ignorance as to who my wife was made me realize that I was in a group of strangers. I had been drinking with them for the entire evening but the conversation of spouses never arose. As I looked around the party, I realized I didn't know anyone. My wife had said there would be free beer so, I agreed to come. I had been sitting next to the keg since the beginning of the party while she mingled with her old friends.
I made my way inside, past crowds of people huddled together in different conversations. I tried to listen for my wife's voice in the groups of people drinking and laughing but the loud music made that impossible. As I turned the corner, heading for the back of the house, I spotted my wife leaning against a wall, down a long hallway. A large man was towering over her small frame. His hand caressed the bare skin of her back not hidden by her skimpy dress, while he nuzzled her ear. He was whispering something making my wife giggle. She teasingly pushed him away and I realized how she was dressed.
I had been oblivious to seeing Shelly in the white cocktail dress she put on for the party. My mind was occupied with an evening of free beer and relaxation. We didn't get out often and this party had been a nice diversion to our everyday life. When she had gotten in the car looking like a wet-dream come true, I hadn't even noticed. I just drove to the party and asked where the booze was.
Now, I noticed everything. Shelly's high heels gave her calves that shapely look in her white stockings. The bottom of her dress hinted at the place where her legs met the rest of her petite body. The top of the dress consisted of twin strands of material barely containing her perky tits before tying around her neck. Plenty of cleavage and bare back was exposed. I could see a few locks of her curly hair had escaped the pinning on top of her head. The strawberry red hair contrasted with her pale, smooth skin.
Evidently, this guy liked what he was seeing and feeling. His large hands resumed their touching of my wife and Shelly responded by arching her back, pressing against him. He was stroking her bare arms and even touched her face. Obviously, he was putting the moves on her and she was letting him. I assumed she must be drunk and in need of rescue.
I stepped quickly down the hallway and was just about to introduce myself when they went into a nearby room. The door practically hit me in the face as I stood there dumbfounded. I could not believe my wife had just slipped away from the party with some guy who was not me. Images of what might happen behind that closed door flashed through my mind. I felt numb and confused. Shelly had never cheated on me, from what I knew. It was not like her to be so sexual or sluttish.
We tried to avoid the Leeches by always keeping her close to me or at least within visual sight at parties. Shelly didn't like the nature of my possessiveness but, I thought she understood and agreed it was for good reasons. You could not trust the assholes at clubs and parties to keep their paws off such a gorgeous woman. It seemed like the ring on her finger only made their advances even more bold, especially if I was not around. We had discussed this many times. She agreed to the arrangement but, it looks like she decided to do her own thing tonight.
I leaned against the door, trying to hear inside. The loud music made that impossible. Adrenaline rushed through me. I could feel my heart beating in my chest at the thought of Shelly letting another man in places only meant for me. My body flushed with heat and sweat before nausea washed over me and I ran for the bathroom. The contents of my stomach violently exited my body for what felt like an eternity. I rested my forehead on the cool porcelain of the toilet until I could stand up.
I walked back to the door I had seen Shelly go into. It wasn't locked so I slipped inside the dimly lit room. Closing the door quietly behind me, I peered around a corner. And there before my eyes, my sweet, young wife was being unfaithful.
Shelly was sitting on a large, poster bed with the man from the hall. They were kissing passionately with their hands groping each other. His large frame enveloping her small, petite figure.
"Look Jeff, I really can't do this. I want to but... I'm married," she softly said. Her breathy tone revealed her state of arousal.
My conservative wife was fooling around with a strange man. I did not want to watch. I wanted to stop her. Yet, I was curious as to how far she would let him go. It was not looking good for fidelity, at this point. Plus, I think I was becoming aroused, disturbingly aroused.
"It wouldn't be fair to stop now, Shelly. I almost came in your mouth in the bathroom. Please take me like that again. Please Shelly, just put it in your mouth like before," he begged.
There was only the slightest resistance from my wife. He simply pulled her head towards his crotch and Shelly undid his pants. Her small hands freed and stroked his large cock. He was grinning when she took him in her mouth.
I almost gasped out loud as her lips gently encircled his bulbous tip. I knew her velvet tongue was massaging his meat, as had been done for me on special occasions. Her head began moving up and down while she stroked what would not fit in her mouth. She was struggling with his enormous girth. Her small lips stretched wide to accommodate his large member. His hips bucked and matched the rhythm of her head sucking his hardened dick. His eyes were closed but, the grin remained on his face.
Evidently, my wife had begun her escapade in the bathroom with this stud. She had obviously taken his above average sized penis down her throat earlier in the evening. I wondered if he had came in her mouth. I wondered if she had swallowed his load. It didn't take long for me to hear the answer.
"I don't want to cum in your mouth again, Shelly. Let me fuck that wet pussy, please. I need to be inside you."
"No, Jeff. I told you... I'm married. I really can't," she said between licks of his jutting shaft. "Just cum in my mouth. Let me love you like this. Doesn't it feel good?"
