It was late, much later then I probably should have been out on any night. This night was a little different though. I had gotten home early from work. I was excited and a bit on the horny side I guess you could say. I had been thinking of my husbands cock the entire drive home. I knew that the kids were away, both staying at different friend's houses. My loose fabric skirt was hiked all the way up as I rubbed my throbbing clit through my soaked pink lacey panties which matched the bra that covered my large breasts.
As I pulled into the driveway I didn't even notice the little red sports car that was parked on the curb. All I could think about was just how I was going to go about attacking my husband so that I could feel him inside me. I turned off the car and stepped out. As I approached the front door I hiked up my skirt again and slid my panties down my legs took them off. I opened the door and stepped in, expecting to find him watching TV in the living room. He was not there so I proceeded down the hallway that led to our bedroom.
As I approached the door I heard it, the sound of a woman moaning softly. I smiled and knew he was mine. He had to be watching one of his many porn flicks while he masturbated his 6 inch tool, I was not home to please him so he was doing it himself. As I peeked through the crack in the door my heart skipped a beat. He absolutely was not missing me. He was laying flat on his back as the beautiful voluptuous blonde sat on his cock and rode it like I had so many times. He reached up with a smile on his face and fondled her ample breasts as she moved up and down on him slowly. My eyes started to water as I watched. She slowly picked up the pace, her breathing getting heavier as she rode my man's hard member. I turned away and hurried down the hallway and out of the house as I burst into tears. How could he do this to me?
Now I drove and drove. Trying to understand why he was cheating on me. I had been a good wife to him for 13 years. She was just way more beautiful then me. I was no dog but I had gained a little weight over the years. I was 35 now 5 feet tall with short legs. I had been told that I wore my 145 lbs well. My husband and other men had told me I had a nice round ass and I had always gotten stares at my 38dd breasts. As I drove I began to get more and more angry. I didn't deserve this.
It was around 1AM now as I drove up to a bar in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I straightened myself up and stepped out of the car. It seemed like a good enough place to get a drink to drown my sorrows. I walked into a smoke filled pool hall. It wasn't crowded at all with only about 15 people in the whole place. I walked up to the bar and sat on a stool and ordered a drink.
I didn't slow down for an hour. I drank shot after shot as I watched the guys in the bar play pool. I could feel myself getting buzzed as I starting caring less and less about what I had seen earlier. As I sat there drinking a large guy walked up to me. He was way bigger then my husband. This guy was at least 6'3 or 4, a bit gritty in his dirty jeans and t-shirt that made him look like he just got done with a hard days work. "You wanna play?" he asked me in a masculine deep voice. I just stared at him like a nervous little school girl. "I'm Chuck, I have noticed you watching me and the guys play pool and would like to know if you want to join us?" I smiled up at this giant of a man and just nodded in agreement.