I pull in to the driveway of our small suburban home and hit the button on the garage door remote on the visor of my truck. As I pulled in to the driveway, I noticed a strange car parked in front of our house. Not thinking too much about it, perhaps just someone visiting a neighbor.
I park the truck in the garage and walked through the associated door that led me inside the house. I heard my wife's voice followed by a man's voice coming from the living room. Walking in to the living room there was my wife sitting on the couch and a young man talking to her.
"Oh, hi honey, I thought I heard the garage door open and then close. This is Mike, he is a, believe or not in this day and age, a door-to-door vacuum salesman."
"Really."
The first thing I notice is Mike is young, maybe all of 25 years old, athletic build and wavy blond hair.
My wife is a middle-aged woman, still very attractive, a bit plump with large breast.
"So, you think we need a new vacuum."
"Well, ours is about 10 years old."
"Uh-huh, does it still work well?"
"Yes, but I thought with all the new technology today I would hear what he had to say and see what he had."
"Honestly sweetheart, I really don't think we should be spending any more money right now after we just bought that new car for you 3 weeks ago."
"Perhaps you are right. I am sorry Mike I think I will have to pass today."
"Not a problem, I understand, maybe another time."
Mike packed up his paperwork into a briefcase and my wife walk him to the front door. As they approached the door Mike handed my wife a business card.
"If you should change your mind, here's my number. Thank you for your time, nice to meet you also sir."
With that the salesman left.
I walk to the bedroom to change clothes from work. As I was changing, I noticed a pair of my wife's panties crumbled up on top of the dresser and the bedspread had a few wrinkles in it. Both unusual, my wife was a stickler to neatness. The bed had to be made every day taught and tight looking and very rarely any clothes not put away properly, (as she would say).
I didn't try to over think that. My wife walked in and said she was going to take a shower. Strange for this time of day but okay, whatever. Our master bath does not have a door on it, the toilet area does. She walked in and I could see her start the shower, and as she pulled down her sweatpants, she was wearing she had no panties on.
I went to our home office to do a couple of things for work while she took her shower. I sat down at the desk and started to think, was my wife fooling around with that kid selling the vacuum cleaners? No, she wouldn't do that, I was sure. After all she is 56 and that kid couldn't have been any older than our son who was 24. I was sure if she was to really fool around with anyone it wouldn't be with someone her own son's age, would she?
A week or so later I was putting some of my underwear away in the dresser and noticed there was a small part of my wife's underwear slightly sticking out of her drawer. I opened the drawer to push the panties back in but I had not seen these panties before. I pulled them out and held them up, they were a very sexy looking blue crotchless panties and new with the tag still on them. I opened her drawer that held her bra's out of curiosity and sure enough there was a matching bra, very sexy with cutouts where her nipples would show. Did she buy these to surprise me with them on some night, I thought. Okay that would be so hot, I can't wait to see her in these.
A couple of weeks later I was feeling a little under the weather and left work a few hours early. As I drove down the street towards our home, I notice that same car again parked about three houses down from ours. I know it was the same car because it was the same type, color and had the same rear bumper damage to it as the one that was parked in front of our house several weeks back.
I decide to just park in the driveway instead of opening the garage. I quietly unlocked the front door and slowly walked in. From down the hall I hear my wife's voice
I move slowly down the hallway towards our bedroom and stopped just outside the bedroom door which was open. I could hear my wife giving him instructions. I knelt down on one knee, I should have just walked in and surprised them but for some reason I had this overwhelming urge to take peek and see what was really going on.
On one knee I slowly peeked around the door frame.
The bed was moving, she was wearing those blue panties and peekaboo bra that I saw in the drawer before.
I could see my wife's legs were up in the air and she has high heels on (She never ware's high heels when we have sex).
The vacuum salesman was between her legs and is just pumping his cock in and out of her pussy as fast as he could.
She was instructing him to not squeeze her tits quite so hard,
"Not so hard on the squeezing the girls I like it a little softer and slow down a little you are going to give yourself a heart attack at that speed."
With both his hands firmly on my wife's 44DD's he slowed his pace down considerable.
"How's that?"
