It was a typical quiet day on my typical quiet suburban street. Birds singing, a lawnmower somewhere. But there were two things that were not typical.
In my driveway, at a time when there's usually no one home, there were two cars. One, my wife's.
And one, my girlfriend's.
I barely had the engine off before I was leaping from my car and sprinting toward the front door. It was either that, or head for the hills, which was frankly tempting.
I paused on the doorstep, getting my breathing under control. Was this "Honey I can explain" or simply "Hi, ladies, whatcha talking about?" After all, my wife knew Sam - they weren't friends, exactly, but they knew each other. I couldn't think of a reason they'd be hanging out, or anything, but this wasn't *necessarily* the "Do you know what your husband has been up to" moment.
I opened the door gently, walked in, made a tentative "Hello?" No answer. Nobody in the living room, which was very surprising.
"Honey?" I called, gently.
Nobody in the kitchen.
"Baby?" I whispered.
Suddenly, a noise upstairs - it sounded like... a moan?
I hurried upstairs, confused, trying to shift mentally from one TV cliche to another. What was happening? Down the hall, quickly but silently, toward the bedroom. Burst through the open doorway...
And stopped dead.
My girlfriend was lying in the queen sized bed, the bed where I'd repeatedly cheated with her - propped against the pillows, stark naked. Her long red hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her legs were spread, and her oversized breasts stood high and mesmerizing on her chest. She was a vision, to captivate me all over again.
Between her legs... lay my wife. Also nude. Her pert ass raised in the air, her blonde head down, buried in Sam's pussy - she was gorgeous. My cock twitched, wanting to fuck her in this position.
"Rebecca, what the - what the fuck?? What's going on?"
My wife ignored me, sucking and slurping on my girlfriend's cunt. I could see Rebecca's fingers working in her own sloppy pussy, between those beautiful upturned ass cheeks. Rebecca seemed oblivious to me... But Sam didn't. She smiled at me wickedly, as she had been since I walked in, and her eyes seemed unusually dark.
"She can't hear you right now, Roger. Her mind is... elsewhere, I guess you could say. She's discovered her True Purpose."
"trrue purfpofse" Rebecca murmured into the folds that had apparently trapped her tongue.
"What the hell is going on, Sam?" I shouted, as I kicked off my shoes.
"Quietly, love."
"Is she drugged or something?" I hissed. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing she didn't want me to do," she said, and grinned. "Well, eventually, anyway." Sam stroked the blonde head slurping at her juices, then moaned, convulsing a bit. "Oh, she's good at this. I wonder if it's not her first time after all... Your wife is learning that it Feels Good to Serve."
"feellss g'd tuh serff" came the muffled words.
I pulled my sweater over my head, angrier than ever. "But why?" I whispered. "Why would you do this?"
"Because I got tired of waiting, Roger! You said you wanted me and only me. You were going to dump this bitch, who nags you and never puts out, who thinks she's so much smarter than you, and you were going to be mine. Well, *what* is *taking* so *long*!" Sam humped her clit repeatedly against my wife's mouth.
