NOTE: The following chapter includes some male on male sex, so, if you're squeamish about this subject you may want to skip this.
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It had been years since I'd ridden the bus system, and because of that, I missed a transfer spot adding forty-five minutes to the already longest trip of my life.
It was nearly 10pm, a full hour and a half after I left the office when I finally arrived at my ranch house. The outside lights were off and two unfamiliar cars parked in the driveway. As I approached I could see through the front window that one lamp was on in the living room and music played loudly. The front door was locked and my keys, phone, and wallet were on the entry table. I knocked and rang the doorbell, but no one came; I figured no one could hear me over the music.
I had a key hidden in the back and so worked my way around the house making sure to past by the master bedroom. Sure enough as I approached the bedroom windows I heard my wife moaning and yelling, "Fuck that feels so fucking good...fuck me harder...yes fuck me...both of you." So much for, just blowjobs.
I looked around at my neighbor's house and to my relief didn't see a soul. I was certain she was loud enough for everyone to hear. It made me wonder about all the nights we had screaming sex and who might have been listening. I then heard John, "you like big cocks inside you...you like being fucked in the ass, don't you baby?"
"Yes! Yes!" Alicia affirmed, "ohhh, yahhh, fuck me harder."
My voyeur instincts kicked in and I snuck up to the window. A glimmer of light shined through a small crack in the curtains. I climbed over the bushes and needed to press my face against the glass to see through the tiny opening. Moans and screams of ecstasy continued making my cock grow hard. At first, I could only make out some naked movement on the bed. However, when John's face suddenly appeared above the bodies it became clear as to what I was looking at; John was standing at the foot of the bed, Alicia on all fours straddling Peter who was lying underneath. They were double dipping her and she was in complete heaven.
Since I reached puberty I've loved voyeurism, so, I couldn't drop my pant quick enough to get my aching cock into my sweaty hands. This was both worse and better than I could have imagined. I was so jealous and envious at that moment I felt like I would vomit; but it wasn't for the reasons you might think. Watching two guys fucking my wife through a window had been a longtime fantasy of mine, but, I was really pissed off that I could hardly see. At that moment I was very angry with Alicia for not opening the curtains more!
It wasn't long before John and Alicia were screaming into an orgasm that I thought would wake the neighborhood and get me discovered. When their climax ended it looked like she rotated to a reversed cowboy on Peter, and, I watched her embraced John into such an intimate kiss that it crushed my heart.
I twisted my body to get a better look and tripped over the pants around my ankles. I fell back hard into the bushes. I was certain I'd have deep scratches all over my ass.
Wounded emotionally and physically, I pulled up my pants and found the key. I was glad the music was blaring as I entered the house as quietly as I could. I retrieved my things from the door and checked for messages on my phone. I was shocked by what I saw. My screen saver was a picture of me with Peter's cock in my mouth. I was furious, that fucker had used my phone to take that picture when I was...."Fuck!" I thrashed about as silently as I could. I looked up the picture roll and also found a 20 second video of him coming in my mouth, "Fuck...fuck!" I did some more investigation and was not surprised to see that the photos had been texted to two different numbers; John's and Peter's I assumed.
I began sneaking down the hall when John walked out of the bedroom, his semi-hard cock dripping cum on my carpet. "Steve," he declared joyfully contemplating my scowling face. As his sweaty, sculpted, six foot two frame quickly approached, I saw him glance down at the phone in my hand, "we were wondering when you'd show up."
He hugged me in a tight clasp pushing his big cock into my belly, obviously trying to create as much discomfort as possible. His tactic worked making me feel small and average. "Did you like the new pictures?" he whispered in my ear adding to my shame, "makes you look like a cock sucking fagot, doesn't it?" he ridiculed. "Come, come, join us," he offered releasing me from his clutches and leading me back to the bedroom.
Unnoticed, and under the cover of the music from the living room we entered the dimly lit bedroom; Alicia was directly in front of me on the bed, her beautiful ass in the air as she knelt between Peter's legs sucking his cock. Angry red handprints covered her ass, her asshole was leaking cum and her soaking pussy was stretched wide open.
