Unnowing Wife Taen at Lae House

Please read part 1 of the story before you continue.

Ann had been talking for the past ten minutes, her voice bright and cheerful, but Rich hadn't listened to a word. His mind was elsewhere, stuck in the fog of that weekend at the lake house. The image of John's hands on her, the way she'd moaned, the way he stood there watching, the anger, the confusion about his arousal, but yet undeniably thrilling, even after three weeks that night was fresh in his head.

"Rich?" Ann's voice cut through his thoughts, like a knife. He blinked, looking up at her. She was tilting her head, her brow furrowed. "Did you hear me? Natalie and John invited us over for dinner this weekend. I told her we'd go."

His stomach dropped. The fork slipped from his fingers, clattering against the plate. "I don't know, babe," he said, his voice tight. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

She frowned, her lips pursing in that way they did when she was confused. "Why not? I love Natalie. I know you're not crazy about John believe me he's not my favorite either but he's not that bad. Come on, please? It'll be fun."

He forced a nod, his throat dry. "Okay. Fine. We can go."

The days before going to their house, Rich found himself replaying the scene in his mind, the way John's eyes had lingered on Ann, the way she'd arched her back when she came, the way he had done nothing but watch. By the time Saturday rolled around, he was a bundle of nerves, his stomach churning as they pulled into John's driveway.

Their house was beautiful set on two acres, surrounded by towering oak trees. They met them at the door exchanging hugs and handshakes, John slapped Rich on the back saying "come on the drinks are cold and the meats about to get hot!" Natalie slapped his shoulder telling him to stop. They sat outside drinking talking and laughing. John grilled the steaks, the smell of charred meat filling the air, they sat down to eat Rich barely touched his food, he couldn't look at John directly, couldn't meet his eyes. Every glance felt like an accusation.

As the evening wound down, Rich found himself outside, sitting by the outdoor fireplace. The flames danced, casting long shadows across the yard, and he stared into the fire, his jaw clenched. The door opened, and he heard the sound of Ann and Natalie's voices as they cleaned up inside. A moment later, John joined him, sitting down in the chair opposite.

They made small talk the weather, work, mindless drivel but Rich could feel the tension in his chest. Finally, John cleared his throat, leaning forward. "Hey, Rich," he said, his voice cautious. "I just..I wanted to apologize for that weekend at the lake house. I had too much to drink, and those comments I made about Ann... they were inappropriate. I'm sorry."

Rich's grip tightened around his glass. He stared into the fire, his voice low and cold. "What exactly are you apologizing for?"

John hesitated, his chair creaking as he shifted uncomfortably. "Well, it's just... I shouldn't have said those things. I was out of line."

Rich's jaw tightened. Slowly, he turned to look at John, his eyes hard. "I know what you did that night."

John froze, his face paling. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Rich leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I saw you. In the bedroom. I saw what you did to her."

John's mouth opened, but no words came out. He stared at Rich, his eyes wide, his breath shallow. Finally, he stammered, "Rich, I don't know what to say."

Rich leaned back, his expression unreadable. "I don't think you can say anything." He took a sip of his drink, the ice clinking against the glass. He took a deep breath he was about to admit to something he never thought he would say out loud, he looked John in the eyes and said it.."I want to watch you do it again."

John's face went white. "What did you say?"

Rich stared back into the fire, his voice steady. "I want to watch you do it again. If you want to do this, be at my house this Friday at 9:30. Text me when you get there." He stood, brushing past John without a second glance. "I'm going to say goodbye to Natalie."

The days ticked by slowly giving Rich every chance to back out of this but by the time Friday arrived, Rich was a wreck he was sick with apprehension and arousal. It was his birthday, and Ann had made reservations at their favorite restaurant, but he couldn't focus. His mind was filled with the memory of that night at the lake house he needed to see that again. When they finally got home, he was trembling, his hands clammy as he poured them each a drink.

They sipped in silence, the tension thick. Finally, Ann took his hand, her eyes twinkling. "Let's go upstairs," she said, her voice soft.

Rich followed, his heart pounding. He dimmed the lights and slowly undressed her, his hands trembled as they roamed her body, his lips pressing against hers kissing her deeply, he stroked her pussy feeling how wet she was. "I love you," he whispered, laying her on the bed. Then, with trembling hands, he revealed his "surprise".. silk ties and a sleeping mask.

Ann giggled, she started to blush. "Oh, honey, I don't know about this. We haven't done this in years."

"I know," Rich said, his voice strained. "That's why I want to do it tonight."

He tied her up, his fingers fumbling with the knots, and placed the mask tightly over her eyes. The earbuds went in next, music playing softly to drown out any outside noise. When he finished he stood there looking at her beauty his mind was full of doubt, just then his phone buzzed.. he was here.

Rich's stomach turned. He slipped downstairs quickly, opening the door to find John standing there, his face pale. They didn't speak; Rich simply gestured for him to follow.

Upstairs, Ann lay on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation. "Honey where are you?" she murmured, her voice breathy. "What's going on?"

Rich stood in the corner, his heart hammering as John approached the bed. He watched as John removed his clothes, his cock was thicker than his and a little longer. When Johns fingertips brushed against Ann's thighs, she softly moaned "There you are," her voice dripping with desire.

But it wasn't her husband. It was John.

Rich felt sick, his stomach churning as John began to touch her, his hands exploring her body with a confidence that made Rich's skin crawl. He couldn't look away, couldn't stop himself from unzipping his pants, his hand moving to his cock.

John glanced at him, with a gleam in his eye, before turning his attention back to Ann. He kissed her stomach, his tongue sliding up to her breasts, Rich felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal. John's hands roamed her body while he sucked her breasts, gently bitting her nipples, Ann writhed beneath him, her moans filling the room.

John worked his way lower down her body stopping between her legs, his thumbs pulling her folds apart, he was looking at something very few men have seen, his tongue touched her pussy, Rich's eyes were fixed as he watched John lick her, John stuck a finger inside her then two, her body arching off the bed. Then, to Rich's shock, John's finger dipped lower, circling her ass, his finger being well lubricated from her pussy, teased her going in her virgin ass just a little before plunging inside her.

Ann cried out, her body shaking, and Rich couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd never touched her there, never even considered it, and now he was watching his wife in the throes of pure passion. John kept sucking her pussy and gently moving his finger in her ass.

"Honey... please," she gasped "get up here and fuck me..I want to cum with you inside me!" her voice trembling.

Rich's stomach turned as he heard those words. John got up and lined up his cock, giving her just the tip of his cock before she begged him again to fuck her and with that he pushed inside. Ann moaned, her voice filled with pleasure, and Rich felt a surge of jealousy mixed with arousal. "You feel so good tonight," she breathed. "I've never felt you this hard before. I need you to fuck me!"

Rich's heart clenched. She's never talked like this before. Never. And yet, as John started fucking her harder, her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him.

Rich couldn't look away, his hand stroking his cock as he watched John fucked his wife, Ann kept telling him not to stop, she was pushing her hips towards him try to get his cock in deeper. Finally when Ann came, her whole body shook, her cries filling the room, Rich was sick with jealousy, arousal, and regret.

John pushed in deeper inside her one last time filling her with his cum, jet after jet pulsing inside of her, Ann laid there moaning. Rich came at the same time cumming all over the floor, all he could do was stare at Ann laying there, her beautiful pink pussy open... leaking Johns cum, John dressed and left without saying a word.

Rich quickly got undressed and untied Ann, his hands shaking uncontrollably as the fear grew inside him, she took off the sleep mask and the earbuds and smiled at him, her cheeks and chest were flushed, she kissed him hard. "That was amazing," she murmured, her voice soft. "Where has this been?"

Rich didn't answer. He couldn't. He simply smiled, as she walked to the bathroom he could see his betrayal dripping down her leg, He was racked with guilt and shame, wondering how he would ever live with himself after tonight. But watching her being fucked like that was the most thrilling thing he had ever experienced in his life. When Ann crawled back in bed she snuggled up next to him, he could feel the heat coming off her body "I hope you had a happy birthday sweetie" she said. Rich held on to her tightly telling her he did, she giggled saying "I think I'm the one who got the present," Rich didn't answer he just closed his eyes hoping he could fall asleep.