Over the past six months or so things got stranger and stranger around the house. But, before we go there here is a little about us. My wife Jennifer and I have been married for 15 years. We are both in our early 40s but wear our age well. She is a stunning brunette, 5'7" with a great body and long sexy legs. She has been working real estate out of home for the past 5 years. I'm a broker with a well-established bank in downtown Atlanta doing the 9-5 drag every day. We live in the Atlanta suburb of Buford in a very nice house on Lake Lanier. We do not want for money or creature comforts but I have notice our sex lives sliding over the past year and especially the last six months.
Thinking about things I feel things started to slide when Jen had a new realtor over to help her get set up. I came home one evening and found Jen and sally sitting on the deck, the wine was flowing and I overheard then talking about cock size. It was obvious they were both buzzed so I excused myself and left them to their discussion. A week or so later on the weekend I came into Jens office and found her looking at Black guy's cocks. She laughed and said the Sally was telling her how big Black guy's cocks are and she just got up the nerve to look for herself. I let this roll off my back and forgot about it. A few times when we did make love my wife commented on how small my cock was. What is that all about I thought but I was getting laid for a change so I took the criticism and moved on. The as I stated the last six months got really weird. There was a week I came home three times to find pizza boxes with half eaten pizza. Once when I was early I saw a car leaving with a pizza sign on it but when I felt the pizza it was cold and I found my wife in the shower. She acted like nothing had happen and got dressed. I asked about the pizza frenzy and she answered that she was just craving pizza. I asked if she was pregnant, she just laughed saying "Pregnant, that that puny cock." There is was again, this time indignant I stormed upstairs.
Then as time progressed my wife seemed to be showing more houses but her sales didn't increase. I also noticed that she began to handle properties in the Bouldercrest area of Atlanta which is a true slum. Those houses were empty for years and no one in their right mind would buy one but Jen had about 20 listings all through that area. At least twice a week she would leave for an open house. I was really suspicious as she was dressing very provocatively even buying new sexy clothing to wear. Several times she came home after I did and when straight to the shower to get cleaned up.
Finely I had had enough and confronted her. Challenging her on the time she was taking trying to sell those houses and the money it was costing us as after two months of not selling one. And the fact that we had not had sex since she took on the homes in that slum. She shrugged me off and offering no real expiation on her actions. We argued for some time before she changed the subject by unzipping my pants and giving me blow job. But even with that she seemed distant.
Then last Saturday her left saying she had a rare open house. But who goes to an open house dressed like she was? She was wearing a tight pink blouse, and black lace bra that accented her firm breast. A short black skirt with slits up to the waist showing the tops of her black seemed stocking where they met the garters. And don't forget her new 4" fuck me black pumps. Hell she never even dressed like that for me!
After she left I when right to her office and rummaging through her paperwork I found a note pad that had the date and address on Boulderwoods Drive with a notation next to it – JT & Friend. That was it! I was pissed and googled the address. To my shock it came back in the Bouldercrest area. That can't be it but I had to know. The whole time driving there my mind wandered and I was betting myself that she would not be there, this was a waste of time. She was probably in some swanky hotel with some guy fucking his brains out.
I pulled onto the road and found run down vacant houses on both sides, only a few with for sale signs. Some were occupied as kids were playing in the roadway and in vacant lots. Then halfway down the street I saw Jen car parked in a driveway. Parking out front I noticed the house was a mess, shingles falling off the roof, siding missing, windows broken, why the hell would she try to sell this, it should be condemned and bulldozed. But, she must be here, her car is here, so I made my way up the steps to the porch and toward an open door.
Standing in the doorway I heard sounds coming from inside. Rhythmic grunting which picked up, slowed down and picked up again. "Jennifer" I yelled as I entered the home rushing in heading towards the sounds. In the hallway I saw Jen's blouse lying on the floor. I was shaken by the site on the clothing and my mind went right to her being raped. Entering the kitchen where the sounds emanated from I stopped dead in my track as I witnessed Jen bent over and tied to a table, two very well built muscular black men with this pants down. One was behind my wife thrusting his cock into here and the other in front his cock buried in her mouth as she was grunting with every thrust from behind. Not even thinking, I ran toward them tackling the man having his way from behind. We hit the floor hard and I began to wrestle with him. "GET OFF ME MOTHER FUCKER!" he shouted as he tossed me aside like I was a sack of marshmallows "What the fuck, who the fuck are you." By that time both men were standing over me, their massive cocks hanging out of their pants and one winding up to kick me "Stop, please" Jen yelled "that's my husband". "What the fuck as you doing here little man?" "I, well, I was worried something was wrong." I answered "Something wrong" they burst into laughter.