I'd been out at sea for two months and couldn't wait to get hold of my wife, we'd been married for twenty years but she still kept me lusty for her. As the ferry approached the quayside, the image of her standing there as I last sailed away came to mind, her raven hair hanging down to her full breasts, a sleeveless white shirt cut tight to her waist, which was fuller than when we first met, but still curved appealingly to her hips. Her milk-skinned arms, hands on hips over tight jeans, I could trace the line down to her pussy and I felt my cock stir to life thinking of what I was planning to do as soon as I got her alone.
I was returning early as a surprise and had a short walk up the hill to our small cottage on the hillside that led to the harbour. The sky was darker in the distance, we might get a storm tonight, but that didn't matter, my first hours of home return would always be spent in bed, a mix of sex and cuddling as we got reacquainted with what we had been missing.
I left my car at the harbour and began to walk up past the brightly painted fishermen's cottages, their windows looking out to the shimmering sea that was still illuminated by the early morning sunlight, small waves broke on the shoreline beneath the quayside and I watched men in yellow overalls unloading trays of fresh oysters, dirty jokes about their effect on their love lives shot back and forth between their wives and the men and I smiled to myself, knowing I needed no such assistance to spend an afternoon with Kath. She knew how to make me hard and keep me that way, our lovemaking was vanilla by most standards, anal and oral were not on the menu, but I had plans to try out some new tricks this time on shore leave.
Walking in the shade of the fishermen's cottages, I took the track up past lush green fields, a single bull strutted ponderously in the field alongside me, a ring through its nose identifying him as trouble. Keeping to the gravel track I could see our cottage more clearly now, its grey stone walls and tiled roof visible between the branches of willows on the hillside, washing on the line waved at me in the breeze, I was getting closer now and picked up my pace to lessen the chance of being seen from one of the windows.
I'd often see Kath staring out at the view from the bedroom window, watching the weather blow past, and I did not want my surprise arrival to be announced early. Our long driveway wound up the final stretch of the hill, the tall birch lining it hid my approach and sheltered me from the wind and the weather the bruised clouds from the north would inevitably bring.
Arriving at the cottage door I slid my key into it silently and turned the cold brass handle, pushing it open and stepping onto the stone floor of the porch, I closed the door silently behind me. Stepping forward I could look through the glass of the internal door now, into the hallway and a little beyond into the kitchen. A noise caught my attention, it sounded like the deep sighs of satisfaction, and I went still, straining to hear Kath so I could spring my surprise.
I heard a voice in the kitchen, it was Kath's, a deep voice responded, and I realised I could hear Kath breathing heavily.
Peering further out from my hiding place in the porch I could see more of the kitchen and I was stunned to see Kath leaning back on the kitchen island in her bath robe, open to the front, and with her head tilted back, eyes tight shut, and her lips parted.
Her chest heaved as a man in front of her pressed his mouth against her open lips to kiss her. Looking down her chest I stared open mouthed at the furious motion of his fingers fucking her inside her dark cotton panties. She reached an arm forward and gripped the man's bicep, his pace increased, and the skin of her knuckles whitened, she made no attempt to resist him. I was paralysed by the sight.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, lost in the moment, and the man kissed her deeply again, Kath's eyes squeezed shut and she swayed, her knees buckling and only her grip on the man's arm stopped her falling with the power of her orgasm. With his other hand he slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her thighs.
Her face red from the flush of the heat emanating from her pussy, she pushed him away, his fingers slipping from her swollen labia and her head turned to face the kitchen door leading to the rear yard.
"We can't do it here, someone might come" she said smiling, "let's go upstairs."
I recognised the man now, he was John, a newcomer to the village who had bought the local store, he was divorced, and I knew he had made a pass at more than a few of the local women. Fury filled me and my hand went to the door handle to interrupt them and teach him a lesson the old-fashioned way. But a stirring in my pants stopped me, my cock was halfway erect, and I gave myself moment to think this through.
I pressed myself back into the corner of the porch, allowing the two lovers to pass furtively, unseen I peered around to watch them slip up the stairs. I could see John's hands chasing my wife, sliding up her bathrobes to touch her and they giggled as they turned the corner and disappeared into our bedroom.
"Maybe this wasn't so terrible, maybe this was an opportunity," I thought to myself.
Their giggles and the sound of John disrobing made enough noise that I was unnoticed sneaking to the top of the stairs and lying flat I peered around the corner just far enough to see their reflection in the mirrored wardrobe doors.
She was stood with her the bathrobe and panties piled around her ankles and her feet shoulder width apart. She was rubbing her clitoris round and around staring at John as he undressed. She had always been shy of touching herself in front of me, right now her face was pure lust.
His shoes kicked aside, he was struggling his jeans down his hairy legs, unable to take his eyes off the display in front of him. Kath's raven hair hung down, covering her nipples, her slightly plump belly leading down to neatly trimmed pubic hair above her red and swollen labia. Tom kicked his denims off and then his shirt. A dragon tattoo on his back looked back at me, and the hard rod that bobbed out of his underwear made me wonder if Kath had taken on more than she could handle.
In a stride he was kissing her deeply again and quickly his fingers replaced hers, in return her long slender fingers grasped for his rock-hard cock. She groped the length of his shaft, it was wider than mine and its tip was slightly smaller, accentuating the girth and no doubt useful for easing the thickness of it inside tight holes.
"Ah," she squeaked as he pushed three fingers inside up to his knuckles.
Kath moaned into his mouth as they kissed, his fingers were pumping inside her again and she was leaning down onto them, desperate for the penetration. I slid my hand into my pants and felt my own hardness.
A second orgasm rocked her, fingers slipping from his cock and grabbing his arm for stability, she squirmed out a deep moaning climax, her juices slickened John's fingers as he kept the waves of pleasure flowing through her. He slowed as the moaning subsided and spun her around to push her face down on the bed.
"Put your robe up over your head," John instructed, and she complied, flicking the white robe so it covered her head as she lay face down on our bed.
Kneeling onto the bed he straddled her legs and with one hand fed his cock into her wet hole, once the tip was in, he pushed hard, impaling her. Kath's hands gripped the sheets, inhaling deeply at first, she then groaned in pleasure as she got used to John's invasion. His thrusting began.
