I really thought I knew my wife. We had been together for eight years and things had gone extremely well in all areas of our life. Kay is a good looking, sexy thing at 29. Still has a killer body that she frankly enjoys showing off. Hell I like for her to show it off too. But I had always thought that it stopped at a little flirting, a little flashing, a little touching. When we would get home after a party where she had flirted pretty good our sex would be the best. It obviously turned her on. Did I ever wonder if she cheated on me? Yah I admit I had. Yet her love and devotion seemed to be mine. She did so many things to make me happy in life. I would see her dancing close with another guy at a neighborhood party and I would get a touch jealous and a touch excited at the same time, wondering what they were talking about? How he was touching her? If I lost sight of her for a while I wondered if she had been off playing hide the digit with someone? Those thoughts both tortured and tantalized me. I hated them and loved them. I wanted to catch her doing something. Why? Was I a voyeur? Maybe. Did I really mistrust her that much? She always told me she loved only me and was mine forever. I guess I believed that. Still...
A lot of worlds can coexist I guess. Kay can be my loyal wife loving only me and still enjoy flirting, dancing close, being touched by others. I know I do. I love my wife, but I enjoy all of those things with my good looking, sexy neighbors every chance I get.
One night Kay drank a little more than usual and someone's brother was visiting and had taken quite a shine to Kay. He had fed her drinks, paid a lot of attention to her, flattered her, flirted with her, all not quite out of my vision, just on the edge. Then they were dancing again as it got late. The room where the dancing was going on was empty except for them. I watched from a dark hall that was convenient. Kay was sort of hanging on him, I chose to believe because she had too much to drink. I knew better. They danced off into a dark alcove. They didn't notice a strategically placed mirror and as I watched I saw him kiss her. She seemed surprised at first and then she kissed him back. Kay gets real amorous when she has had too much to drink. The kiss was quickly very hot. His hands began to wonder over first her trim little ass that feels so good in your hands, then on top of her full firm breasts. The kiss continued and I saw no resistance on my wife's part as he slid his hand inside her blouse onto her braless tits. She broke the kiss and laid her head back in pleasure with her eyes closed as he opened her blouse and toyed with her bare nipples - Something that drives her wild.
I looked around to see if others were watching. Most of the guests had gone home. I was the only one that could see what was going on. Then his hand went down beneath her short skirt and then up between her legs. He was obviously stroking her pussy. Did she still have on panties? Was she going to stop him here? He met no resistance yet and he began stroking his hand in and out and it was clear he was finger fucking my wife. Kay was into it good now. I could see her hips hunching in rhythm with his fingers as she gasped for breath. I could see the pleasure all over her face. She was surprisingly passive. In our bed she is a wild cat, frequently taking the more aggressive role. I stood there watching this man pleasuring my wife and I let it continue. At first I had expected her to stop it, now I wasn't sure she wouldn't let him fuck her right there. I wasn't sure what I wished for. I knew I wasn't going to say anything no matter what they did.
Then she came hard for his busy fingers. Her blouse was wide open her beautiful melon-like tits on full display. Her skirt was up to her waist, she did have panties on, pulled to the side to give him access. When she came she sort of just sagged. She came to rest with her butt on a sofa table in that hallway. He kissed her again for some time and I saw him move between her relaxed legs during that kiss. He was going to fuck her right there. He pushed her skirt higher. Kay seemed to not know or not care that he was getting things ready so he could slide his cock into her. Her arms were around his neck and she was really into the kissing. I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Then he pushed between her legs further. Suddenly she looked up at him, breaking the passionate kiss. She must have felt his cock touch her wet labia. She had this look of disbelief on her face and she moved her head from side to side as if she were trying to say no. He gave a short hunch and he must have gone in about an inch. She just stared at him for the longest few seconds in my life. Then she raised her lips to his again in complete surrender and he moved several inches closer as he imbedded his cock fully in my wife.
They were still for a few more endless seconds. Then he began to fuck her. Slowly at first. She broke the kiss again and buried her face in his neck clinging tightly to him. He pulled her legs up on his hips and I watched as Kay wrapped her legs around his waist and hunched up eagerly to meet his cock at each thrust. She was really loving getting fucked. It wasn't long before she came and a silent scream came out of her as she contorted her face in that oh so familiar way. He fucked her harder faster and she came again. She was in Nirvana. Then he strained into her as he obviously filled her pussy with his cum. I briefly wondered if she might get pregnant even though I knew she was on the pill. After a few moments of their repose he regrouped his energies and pulled back letting his limp cock fall free from her. He had what he wanted.
Her legs were splayed at that moment and she had been well fucked. She lay there, slow to get moving again. At that moment she opened her eyes and looked right at me. To say the least she was surprised to see me standing there watching. She seemed to be in shock and I turned and walked away, into the part of the house where our host was entertaining the few remaining guests.
I started telling everyone goodnight. In seconds Kay walked up beside me and nodded to everyone and walked out the door. I followed her wondering what was next. She didn't say a word but walked to our car and got in. I drove us home still not saying anything and without waiting for her, got out and went inside. I went up to our bedroom and began to strip for bed. Shortly I heard her come in the front door. I crawled in bed and lay there looking up into the dim lit room, reliving that scene of my wife letting this stranger fuck her.
She came upstairs in a few minutes and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower come on. I thought of the way she had fucked him back. The way she had put up no resistance to any of it. She had been an equal partner to it all. The shower stopped and after the expected delay, she came into the room dressed in her normal sheer nightgown. I thought she looked awesome, I didn't blame the guy for fucking her. I felt a desire to make love to her... no, not to make love, to fuck her.
Her voice was throaty, broken, she had been crying. "Can we talk?"
"Sure" I said and left it there.
"John, I don't know what happened."
"Unfortunately Kay, I do know what happened. You got fucked."
Her breath sucked in. She shook for a moment as she cried. After a bit she calmed, "I... I don't know what happened John, I certainly didn't plan to let that happen. I have trouble believing it wasn't a dream even now."
"No dream Kay, it was a fast and easy seduction for him. You were easy. I was so sure you would stop him and I could write it off as too much to drink but no real harm done. But he fucked you and you loved it. You came three times with him. If I hadn't of caught the two of you, you would never have mentioned it to me... would you?"
She sat there. Several times she started to say something but stopped. Then she started, "You are right John, I was easy, at first I thought it was fun getting all that attention from a younger single guy. He danced real good and I found myself getting turned on. He took me along the path I was enjoying so much with great skill. I kept thinking I would stop him before anything too bad happened. But when he started touching my nipples and my pussy I completely zoned out. It felt so good. At that moment I wanted to be fucked. I thought at one point, as soon as I get home I am going to fuck John silly. When he finger fucked me and I came, I sort of went into limbo, I was numb, until I felt his cock touch my lips down there. I wanted to stop him but he shoved it in a little and it felt so good. From then on I needed to be fucked. I would have fucked anyone at that point. Your right though, I did enjoy it. I came hard over and over. It all felt so good. As I rested feeling his cock go limp slowly, he pulled it out of me and stepped back and I saw you and thought, no this can't be."
She went silent then. It was an uncomfortable silence that lasted a long time. Then she said, "Do you want a divorce? I won't contest it."
The words cut me to the quick. This was the woman I loved. Was it that easy to destroy a marriage? Was her fucking this stranger enough to destroy what we had. Until a couple of hours ago that idea would never have entered my head.
"I don't think so, I don't know. I seem to be having a hard time thinking."
"Oh John, I am so sorry, it wasn't to hurt you. I just needed it. I was so turned on, so hot and wet, at that moment I just wanted to be fucked. The truth is I didn't want to say no. I wanted what I got. But I didn't want to hurt you."
"I believe all of that somehow. Now I don't know where to go from here. You love me but fuck other guys."
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