Hicky

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, BiSexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, MaleDom, Swinging, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: WRITTEN BY MICHAEL: It all started when I noticed a hickey on my wife's neck. I just got a glimpse of it but I knew instantly what it was and that I hadn't put it there.

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It all started when I noticed a hickey on my wife's neck. I just got a glimpse of it but I knew instantly what it was and that I hadn't put it there. Hell how could I have? We hadn't had sex in almost two weeks, and if the truth be known our marriage was heading for the rocks.

But even though we were drifting apart I had never -- even in my wildest dreams -- thought that my honey would cheat on me. We'd been high school sweethearts and had been virgins the first time we made love. I had always been faithful and I just assumed that she was too.

I can still remember how our friends had teased Laura and I when we first started going together in school. We looked like brother and sister. We were both slender and both 5' 11" tall with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Even I had to admit that we looked like siblings.

But the important thing was we weren't. We were attracted to each other to the exclusion of all else. The sex was intense and plentiful and the pleasure extreme. It was a match made in heaven. At least until she got pregnant 4 months before graduation.

We both graduated from high school and then got married. I mean what else could we do?

Now 12 years and 3 children later we were growing apart. But damnit Laura was still sexy looking and I didn't want to lose her. And there were the kids to think about too.

So when I first saw the evidence of my wife's betrayal, I didn't blow my top. In fact I didn't say anything at all. But I did begin to think about what I should do about it and finally decided that I would spy on her to see where she went and with whom.

You see, I work from my home office as a marketing consultant. The business was the legacy of Laura's dad who had built the client list and had run the company for almost 20 years before bringing me in and then promptly getting himself killed in a car accident within the first year. I was able to keep things going, and had to admit that it was great to have the freedom to work from home.

It also gave me the freedom to spy on my wife if needs be.

Our usual days routine was me in the office from 9 to 5 and Laura doing the house work, getting the kids off to school and then she'd go out shopping and do the family errands until it was time for the kids to come home from school. Although over the past few months she was getting home later and later in the afternoon.

That night my stomach was in knots. I was hurt and jealous, and angry too. When, after Laura had turned the light out and rolled over to sleep with her back to me, I tried to approach her for a little sex. It was an unsuccessful attempt. She pushed me away saying that she was too tired. As usual I complained that it had been weeks and whined that "man cannot live on bread alone" which was my usual refrain when this happened.

Rejected I rolled over to face the wall and until I finally drifted off into a troubled sleep I lay there imagining my pretty wife in bed, getting screwed by some strange man. What really hurt was the thought that she must be enjoying this cheating son of a bitch to let him give her that hickey. She hadn't let me do that to her in years. She always said that it was embarrassing to be seen like some teenage kid with a hickey. I fumed in rejected anger.


The next day as usual around 2 p.m. Laura came by the office door to let me know she was leaving. And as usual I told her to "drive safely" and waved to her breezily as she headed out the front door. I waited for a few moments and then followed her.

It was strange following my wife without her knowledge. And for some reason that I couldn't quite fathom it was also arousing. I realized that I had a hard on right from the beginning.

I spent over an hour trailing her from store to store. She went into a book store, and then a health food store, then it happened. She was driving in the general direction of home and I thought that my little hunt for the truth was going to be a bust. But suddenly she pulled into an apartment complex parking lot.

It was one of those seedy looking places. It had studios, 1 and 2 bedroom apartments that looked like they'd been built in a hurry with cheap materials. I slowed down and then carefully pulled in after her. I just saw her disappearing into the building as I pulled into a spot several spaces down from her car.

Jumping out and hurriedly following Laura I was just barely able catch a glimpse of her climbing the stairs to the second floor. I stood still and peered around the corner as she knocked on the door of unit 201. I watched as she stood there waiting, my heart was pounding and I couldn't really believe that she was going to see an illicit lover. I kept hoping that it would turn out to be some girlfriend that we both knew or a PTA buddy, something, anything other than what appeared in the doorway.

A burly man around my age came into view. He looked rough and a little grubby as far as I was concerned. His appearance reminded me of a construction worker being that he had sunburnt arms and face while the upper arms not covered by his undershirt where almost white. He even had a bit of a beer gut I noticed.

What the fuck was Laura cheating on me with some beer guzzling ditch digger for? Why would she do that? I just couldn't understand it. I mean, I was okay in bed. I didn't have any of those sexual problems that you read about. No premature ejaculation. No limp dick syndrome, I liked women, and frankly after getting my rocks off once, I could pretty much last as long as needed the second time around.

So why the ditch digger?

As I thought about what must be going on in that apartment; images began to pass before my eyes. That creep's dirty rough hands pulling Laura's blouse off over hear pretty head. His nasty fingers touching her body pinching her swollen nipples, his beard-stubbled cheek brushing against her smooth skin as he lay atop her grunting his lust out in gushes of dirty cum, defiling my honey, emasculating me with each grotesque thrust.

I couldn't take it any longer. I had to stop this now! NOW DAMNIT!

I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I was beyond rational thought. Having ones wife being boinked by some strange man could have that effect on just about any husband I guess. I was not a fighter, and the truth be told I probably knew on some level that I was getting into something quite over me head.

But I was furious, I didn't care what happened to me, and I guess I thought that my righteous indignation would carry the day. Well, it didn't.

I pounded up the stairs and tried the door handle to the apartment. It is a measure on my inner turmoil that it didn't even surprise me that when I turned the door handle the door swung inward, letting me inter the apartment unannounced.

Instantly I knew I was too late. I could her Laura yelling, "YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!" in a groaning excited passionate voice that I hadn't heard in years. I knew instantly that this stranger was royally fucking her.

Unable to calculate the outcome of my actions I stormed into the bedroom and opened my mouth to scream "Jezebel" "Whore" "Cheating bitch" but instead I was rooted to the floor. The pain of betrayal stabbed at my chest as I watched this grubby ditch digger type plowing my ardent wife. His white ass rising and falling as he thrust into her. Her lovely legs raised high, heels digging into his ass forcing him in even deeper on the down thrusts.

The smell of sex, the sight of a strange man doing to my wife what I wanted to do. He was doing to her what she would no longer let me do. Just the night before she'd rejected me, and now the cheating bitch was wildly fucking this beer bellied bastard.

I lost it when that fucking bastard grunted one last time and shoved hard into Laura and held his tense body tightly against her's. I knew that the shit head was emptying himself in her. He was dumping his dirty load into my wife, I went insane.

I jumped to action. With a yell of agony I ran into the room and grabbed the bastard by an arm and pulled him off Laura causing him to fall off the bed and onto the floor. Laura had her eyes closed savoring his orgasm, but when I entered the room and pulled her lover off her she opened her eyes and shrieked in surprise.

Then I was on my knees with a ringing in my ears. It took a moment before I realized what had happened, but when the pain rushed over me I knew that "beer belly" had struck me a blow on the back of my head. I almost blacked out, I wanted to vomit, but I fought to remain conscious.

Through a fog I heard my wife explaining who I was and then the man sort of laughed and I heard him say, "Fuck he looks like your brother Laura, man you two look like brother and sister."

I was vaguely surprised that he was laughing, then I heard him say, "He's a nice lookin' bastard, your husband." I realized that he had an Australian accent, at least I thought it might be Australian.

Then rough hands picked me up by the collar of my shirt and I felt like I was hanging from his fist as he looked me over. "Yeah, he's a nice looking mick, looks a lot like you love." He commented almost conversationally.

Then as I stood there still dazed from the blow to the head I began to wonder what I should do next. Then the man began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't fight him, actually I was afraid of him, that blow was the worst pain I'd suffered in my life. No one had ever hit me that hard before and all I wanted to do at that moment was get away from him.

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